Outgrowing your clothes Pt 13

Inside the store, Victor glanced around as a few furs looked at some of the items on the racks. They ranged from kids looking for just any old outfit to wear, to a few adults that seemed to be looking for legitimate clothing items. The refined equestrian just turned his nostrils up at this.

“Hmm, maybe if they worked real jobs, or took better care of themselves, they would not need to shop in such a place as this”, he thought to himself.

Victor came from a long line of wealthy horses, ever since his great-great grandfather, Thomas Montagu, had become the second hand man to tycoon J.P. Rockefeller. From that time forward, the Montagu’s were always looking to increase their wealth, by whatever means necessary. That meant lying and taking advantage of people, all of which Victor was refined in.

He had exploited others to become assistant regional branch manager, and he knew that his boss was retiring in the next 12 months, so he was going to do whatever he could to get ahead. If that meant lying or stabbing someone in the back, or worse, showing up to a party in a costume, well damn it he was going to do it.

As he looked around, nothing caught his eye, at least in a positive way. He lifted up a t-shirt that had the logo of a beer brand on it, and took a whiff. The clothes stunk and he shuddered as he put it back on the rack before reaching into his pocket to use some hand sanitizer that he carried with him.

“Repugnant.”

“Whatcha looking for, pal?”

Victor heard labored breathing next to him, along with a scent he could not place. He craned his head around to see that a large pig/boar was standing beside him, a bottle of brownish liquid in one hand and a towel in the other. The horse shuddered as he watched the beast wipe his brow with the towel before spitting into the bottle. As he did, his tank top rode up a bit, exposing even more of his girthy belly and fat upper pubic area.

“My name is not pal, it’s Victor. And truthfully, I’m looking to leave this establishment before my health and IQ drop to substandard levels.”

He tried to push past the animal in front of him, but the pig held it’s ground. It was clearly not trying to be harmful or anything like that, but it was impeding his path on purpose.

“Look, sir. I’m in no mood for this. I need to find a costume and I’m running out of time.”

“Costume, eh. Well, I, spit, may have something that cha might like. Follow me.”

Victor watched as the mass of pink flesh turned around, it’s hip almost bumping into him and sending him flying. The horse frantically grabbed his sanitizer and sprayed it on his hands and then wiped some on his pants where he had been touched by the pig.

“So deeze right here are something I think ya’ll like. Their prior owner loved em, but had to return em for a variety of reasons. Here.”

He turned back to face Victor, holding up a short sleeved shirt that had a pig’s face and snout on the front. It was massive, one that even the pig holding it probably couldn’t fit into properly. Victor was shocked that such an article of clothing could exist.

“Dis is probably something you could use for a Halloween costume. It even has a pair of shorts too. Only ten bucks. Can’t beat that price.”

“Have they ever been washed? I don’t want something that stinks or that someone died in.”

The pig laughed.

“They are clean. I wouldn’t sell ya something straight off of another’s back. I can also tell dat you’re a man of high intelligence, so I couldn’t trick ya even if I wanted to.”

Victor stroked his chin. The pig wasn’t lying about that, the intelligence gap was way too much. The horse looked at what was in the pig’s hands and thought for a moment. Sure, they were massive (and were those saints on them), but he was really fed up with looking and for only ten bucks, there was no real reason not to purchase them, if for nothing else than to get out of this store.

“Fine. I’ll take those. But if I go home and find stains on the rear that look like poo, I’m coming back with a lawyer!”

The pig smiled.

“Sure bud, sure.”