Littlest Pet Shop of Horrors

The wet dog food was completely coating Gemmaâ€s face, but it could not hide the platinum blondeâ€s pathetic expression from Phoebeâ€s view. Now that she was completely in control, the cowgirlâ€s face seemed to have a smile permanently engraved upon it, a wicked smile. She basked in the complete dominance which she had over her opponent as the British girl was forced to eat the entire bowl of disgusting, sloppy dog food.

Phoebe let go of Gemma and let her drop down to the canvas. She looked around at the audience. She had very few people in her corner. Some of Gemmaâ€s fans, unable to watch the British girl humiliated so, were quickly filing out of the arena. Others were booing Phoebe, heaping her with hate and scorn. She didnâ€t mind very much at all. She laughed it off and looked down at her broken opponent. “How do you like this, huh, bitch?” Phoebe asked, as Gemma got down on all fours and slowly made her way towards the edge of the ring.

“Thatâ€s right!” Phoebe called after her. She leapt after Gemma and planted a foot on the girlâ€s exposed ass, giving her a hard shove, kicking the Briton forward. “Now get out of here, you little doggy bitch!”

Down on the mat, Gemma wanted nothing more than to collapse, pass out, and let this whole, horrible night finally end. From beneath her meat-slopped blond locks, Gemma mustered up the nerve to look out at the audience, to try and see their reaction to her moment of abject humiliation. It pained Gemma to watch some of her fans filing out of the arena, trying to avoid seeing the young Brit in the state she'd been reduced to. It only compounded Gemma's current shame; she'd talked herself up so much to everyone she'd had a chance to, following her first win, but she'd never expected her follow-up match to end like this. Beaten, broken, absolutely humiliated. Her face, hair and even her chest slathered in disgusting dog food, her clothes tattered and stained, forced onto all fours like an animal. Gemma had given all she had in this match, only to end up Phoebe's bitch.

Gemma took a slow, staggering crawl to get out of the ring. It pained her to do it, but Phoebe wanted her crawling out of the arena on all fours, and the young Brit was in absolute fear of what would come next, if Phoebe didn't get what she wanted. The cowgirl seemed to be taking a great deal of satisfaction in Gemma's misery, and any of the girl's attempts at sticking up for herself had only made things worse.

“Aaaoww!” Gemma cried out, as Phoebe's boot met with her bare ass. The kick sent her stumbling forward, tumbling out of the ring, to the mats below. Gemma gasped for air, desperately, trying to get her bearings. The disrespect of the kick, coupled with Phoebe's viscous taunting, got under Gemma's skin, of course, but she couldn't comprehend attempting to retaliate, at this point. Rolling back to her hands and knees, Gemma began the long crawl back up the ramp, hoping to exit the arena in relative safety. It was more than a little too late to spare the young Brit's dignity, so perhaps it was time to try and get out with some scrap of her health. As Gemma started the slow crawl up the ramp, she noticed that, despite how much it pained her to watch her own fans leaving her, the fans that continued to cheer hurt her even more. As Gemma's hands and knees ached with the discomfort of crawling up the entrance ramp, the jeers and taunts of some members of the crowd cut her to the quick. They seemed to be delighting in the sight of the young woman humbled, bare-assed and broken, trying to escape the arena.

Gemma continued her crawl up the ramp, struggling to remain conscious until she could get back to the safety of the backstage area, away from the sadistic cowgirl and the scrutiny of the bright arena lights. A trail of wet dog food and unrestrained tears ran down her face, traces falling to the ramp as Gemma retreated. And it was along that trail that Gemma resolved to make Phoebe pay for this. The cowgirl had come out the better woman tonight, had thoroughly humbled and humiliated Gemma, but there was no way the young steampunker was going to let it rest, at that. It seemed impossible to her that she could ever muster another win, after a night like tonight, let alone one against an opponent who had beaten her so completely. As Gemma disappeared across the edge of the entrance ramp, she was already promising herself that somehow, some way, her next encounter with the cowgirl wasn't going to end like this. As much as she hated to admit it, it was over. She'd lost, and there was nothing left for her but to hit the showers, try to rest, and figure out how to salvage her fledgling career.