As soon as she asked for it, the camera shifted over to the curtains concealing the other half of the stage. Said curtains parted revealing a obstacle course composed of tractor tires placed in a checkerboard pattern, five hurdles lined up vertically, and a series of poles positioned in a zigzag format, and a moving sidewalk rolling away from the finish line. "Alright, Leshawna. All you have to do is get through this course in under three minutes and you'll be tied with Courtney and Gwen. But if you don't, you'll be stuck in last place."
"How did you set that up so fast?" wondered Bridgette. "I thought you didn't know what transformation she'd get."
Blaineley shrugged. "It was a safe bet. With all these weird inventions and failed products, it was only a matter of time before someone either lost or gained enough body parts that they'd have trouble moving. I'm pretty sure this was our cheapest challenge so far."
Leshawna wasn't reassured by that remark but still she clumsily shuffled over to the starting line. "Better be careful, Leshawna," Heather called out. "I'd say break a leg, but you know what happens to horses when that happens."
A nervous glance was shot at Blaineley. "What? We're not that brutal."
The timer from before reset and Leshawna awkwardly approached the starting line. The only contestant that wasn't worried in the slightest was Heather and she was leaning back in her seat waiting for the impending disaster to commence. A bell rang and Leshawna was off to a slow start. Her main priority was keeping her balance now that her equilibrium was off-balance. It felt like someone behind her was bent over and wrapped their arms around her waist. Her first complication were the tires. It reminded her of Chef and his militaristic nature.
She treated the test as if this were a minefield and gingerly tiptoed her way at first. But then one of her hind legs snagged on a rubber rim and Leshawna toppled over. Everyone winced when she hit the ground and watched as she pushed herself up. Her taur half took the blunt of the damage while her upper half was only a little bruised. It was bad enough that her hind legs were up in the air, but so was her ass for the entire viewing world to ogle. Getting her hind legs back on the floor was a hassle and standing up was equally frustrating.
By the time she stood up, 1:30 remained on the timer and she had a long way to go. She shook off one of the tires and pressed onward. Next up were the hurdles. Leshawna broke into a coltish canter extending her arms out in an attempt to maintain balance. She reached the first hurdle and jumped in the air. Or at least, her hind legs did. Her front legs flailed and slammed into the first hurdle. Once again receiving the audience's pity as she hit the floor again. Heather made no attempt at hiding how hilarious she found Leshawna jumping with the agility of a pot-belly pig.
By the time, she reached the zigzag of poles, her body was bruised aching. With twenty seconds on the timer, Leshawna lumbered over and weaved through the poles. Her trot came to a stop when her flank got wedged between two of the poles. With no idea how to back up, Leshawna strained and **** herself through but lost her balance again and fell again. The poles clattered on top of her and the timer hit 0:00 by the time she recovered.
"Oooooh, so close. But not close enough!" announced Blaineley. "Looks like you're not getting any points this round."
"I....hate...this...show..." Leshawna huffed. Gwen and Bridgette rushed over to help her back to her seat. While Blaineley hogged
"Let's see if our next contestant will have better luck than Leshawna."
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