Barrels and Boys, Her Shiny Toys

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     Feathers preened and shiny bling adorned, Tequila was in her natural habitat of drawing the looks of the people she passed. She flipped her long waves of golden hair over her shoulder, letting the curls bob as she swayed her hips along. Oh, how she loved to wear her skanky shorts that hardly covered her butt. Her button-up shirt never fulfilled its true use as she rolled it up and tied the ends together. The buttons were merely decorations. She was all about putting her body on display whether that be for looks of interest, jealousy, or resentment. She fed off it all. And it put a smile on her face as she soaked it all in. 
     The other looks were from the shock as she was dragging a screaming mare behind her. "Bitch" as she affectionately became. A tall, typey Arab with her refined dish face and hooked neck. Although...she didn't seem to carry herself with any sort of grace...She'd see a horse, scream at it, spook herself from how loud she was, skitter sideways, knock into a pedestrian, spook from them, trip over her own legs trying to get away, nearly fall over, just to pop up and see another horse she hadn't screamed at yet and repeat the cycle. Her owner was hot. Bitch was just a hot mess. 
     Tequila paid her absolutely no mind and made no notions to correct her behavior. She was fast and pretty, who cared about attitude? Like horse, like owner. She did, however, examine the stall before she left the mare to her own devices. Bitch was...accident prone even tot he oxygen around her. No ropes to get hung on, no splintered board to get cut on, No bent metal to poke her eye out on, shallow water she couldn't drown in, no cords to electrocute herself with, high enough walls she couldn't try to flip over...she might just survive to race.
     And that was the last she needed to pay that mare any attention until race time. It was play time now! Boys! Probably the hobby she was more interested in than horses! Her first sights settled on the cutest little marshmallow boy that Sydney dragged around; Jarin. The way he'd dart his eyes and back away from her just made her want to keep playing. She tracked him down to his stall and poked her head in, "Hey, sugar bear, you really just doin' western now?"
     Jarin jumped so hard, he bashed his face into the stall wall, breaking his first pair of glasses for the day. He whimpered, holding onto the bars, blinking away the spots from his eyes. He gave his forehead a rub, turning slightly, "I-uh-yea! I think so!"
     Tequila smiled and approached him. She picked up his wrists, turning him to face her completely. He was so darn cute in such an innocent way. She knew she could probably convince him to walk off a cliff for her and she loved it. "Then yer gonna come ride with me, aren't ya, sweet baby?"
     Jarin's cheeks swelled as they pooled with hot blood. He couldn't look at her! There was way to much woman exposed in front of him! Why didn't she wear clothes like how they were meant to be worn!? Jarin was convinced he needed to buy her a shirt. One that wasn't broken like hers. That was the only fathomable reason she didn't use the buttons! "I-I-uh-I can if you want me to!"
     Her lips curled into a dirty little grin. He was so easy to taunt and it was fun. Something about him made people want to be around him and because of that, she wanted to take him away just for herself so she had the shiniest objects in her nest. She leaned closer to him, pulling his arms around her waist, "Oh sweet baby, I'd ride you any day."
     "Would you fuck off already, fuckin' skank," Sydney growled from the stall next door. He had heard just about enough. 
     Tequila frowned and whined, nuzzling her face into Jarin's chest, "He ain't all yours, ya know! I can have some private time with him too, Syd."
     "How 'bout you go pick someone else to suck yer tit? Slut." He huffed, peering into the stall with a heavy frown. 
     Tequila huffed and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Sydney was so selfish! And just to rub it in his face, she gave Jarin a kiss on his hot cheek, "Don't you go forgettin' 'bout me, mkay?" She sashayed out of the stall to go find her next toy. 
     Sydney huffed again, making she she dragged herself out of the barn. She was the worst. All she did at shows was hook up with random dudes, ride horribly, get drunk, and make a fool out of herself. She'd never grow up. She was awful. And what her newfound fascination was with Jarin really pissed him off. She never even looked his way in the beginning and now she was rubbing herself all over him like she thought she owned him. Fuck that. He spit in her direction, "Don't you ever go ridin' with that bitch." He said it more like a personal warning.
     Jarin had frozen on the spot from just her hugging him. Like a prey's reaction to being hunted; just don't move and they can't see you. He had slapped his cheek when she kissed him. It had nearly knocked him on his butt! His jaw hung open, awestruck and confused. "Sh-she kissed me!?"
     Sydney didn't bother putting the energy in to make a facial expression. Just a hard stare at the plank of wood that was Jarin. He nearly rolled his eyes before returning to his work. It wasn't like Jarin would do anything in pursuit of her. He was far too spineless. He jabbed a pitchfork under a pile of horse turds, grinning a little. He was guilty of toying with him too. It was funny... "Yer gonna have to get that looked out or yer dick will fall off. Ain't no good comin' from a lady kiss."
     He didn't expect to here a sigh of relief? He glanced over and saw Jarin getting back to cleaning his stall too with a happy smile on his face. What man would ever smile about that!? "That's okay, I wouldn't mind. I don't use the one I have anyway."
     The shock that cracked across Sydney's face could be heard from miles around. 
     By the time, Tequila was to make her runs, she had acquainted herself with many more than just Jarin. She toyed with Sydney's friend, Justin. But he was a bit old news. She had her fling with him already at a past show. And while it was fun and all, she didn't see much more interest in him. It wasn't like anyone else saw a lot of value in him, why should she? One of the staff members, Santos, he proved to be someone of interest! She liked how he flexed and postured for her. He would be a nice treat after a solid run. 
     But Bitch wasn't going to make it easy. She was a solid horse to run. She ran hard and gave it her all but she was reckless and sloppy. Tequila fought with her the whole run. They flew past the first barrel, which should have been their hardest turn of the race. But Bitch cracked herself around that one and propelled herself forward, ears pinned towards the second!
     Tequila picked her up in the inside, already feeling her shoulder start to drop in to the turn. A good way to fall into a turn or waste time trying to get balanced again. Bitch tossed her head about, flinging sand out from behind her as they flung around the second barrel! She was starting to pick up even more pace, her heart racing as she saw the third barrel. Around this one and then the home stretch!
     She was getting ahead of herself. Tequila grumbled a little, trying to set the mare back a few strides before she got them wound up into a barrel. "Pay attention!" Bitch didn't seem to take notice as they careened around the third barrel at a sharp angle. She clawed ahead with her front legs, hungry for the finish line. Coming, out of the turn at such a hard angle, just didn't provide her enough traction on her hind. She grunted as her hind legs slipped out from behind her. She snorted, succumbing to her demise. 
     Not on Tequila's watch though! She gave a good pull on the reins to pick up her front end and kicked her on. "Bitch, I told you!" If she would have just listened! It snapped the mare out of her fall and she lunged forward, squeezing her legs back underneath herself and she flagged her little tail the whole way to the finish line. 
     Although Tequila liked having others do the job for her, she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty to finish the job either. She doubted the rich boy looking at her could say the same. Hang on...rich man? Tequila looked back at him as he was heading off. She was sure he had watched her ride. And if he had stayed to watch, he was interested. A fancy looking man at a fancy facility? She could smell his money over her sweaty mare beneath her. Santos would have to wait. She found her next man of interest and after a run like that, she deserved a treat. 

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Well, here's the pony you guys chose to run the gauntlet xD She didn't...die? She wanted to. But she always tries to xD I regretted putting her in that poll immediately once I remembered I wanted to start this traditionally. So I relied heavily on being able to digitally fix later, oops lol But hey, she's a fun zoom pony :'"D Hopefully, I can get the rest done too! Starting to feel the deadline breathe down my neck lol 
But I wanted to complete this much like I did the previous one (Expectations Exceeded)! With that artsy background and just exaggerated lighting, motion, and clash of lines and such. I'm having a fun play, don't mind me! I don't think this one has as strong of a background but I was digging the colors so much, I just wanting to stop fiddling with it before I broke it lol 
Naked Sketch:

We'll see if that slip will cost them the race or not ;D Best of luck to the ladies xD And at least she'll leave poor Jarin alone for a litte while longer while she goes to investigate Mr. Fancy~ Shiny lady spots shiny lad~

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Tequila/Bitch/Jarin/Sydney/Justin © Drasayer
Santos/"Rich Man" © decors 
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