comm for  Badviper

For all her bravado in the stables, down there on the stage, in front of a hundred or more people, she was little more than a trembling wreck. She'd been stiff as a mannequin, and almost just as expressionless while the judges examined her and tested her training. The straw that broke the camel's back however, was when she instinctive swatted at an old judge's hand as he went to test her meat quality. She was barely tame, much less trained, it seemed.

When even the quiet, overly fattened last-minute entry brunette scored higher in the rankings, her owner gave the girl a seething stare, and harshly tugged her by the leash into the food court. All that time, and all that money prepping her, for nothing.

No amount of "No daddy! Give me another chance! I-I promise I'll never spend any of your money again!" swayed his opinion even in the slightest, and following a few autographs and shaken hands, she was sold to a food truck that was holding a live demonstration in just a few hours.

She didn't know what was worse. The boiling oil, the stares of passersby that were more hungry than lustful for her, diminishing her huge, fragile, self image, or the fact that her longer lived rival was given an opportunity to watch her eat her words from the nearby pasture.

No... It was the oil. Definitely the oil...

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