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Join announcers Tom and Ray as they comment increasingly inappropriately on the action of these eager youngsters! ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Welcome to the second annual Fur-H breeding contest! Join announcers Tom and Ray as they comment increasingly inappropriately on the action of these eager youngsters! ", "writing": "Fur-H Breeding Contest\n© 2023 Jack Doe. All characters belong to their creator. Do not distribute without all copyright notices and disclaimers intact.\nWriting this story does not constitute endorsement of the events depicted herein by the author. Readers are explicitly discouraged from engaging in any activities that are illegal or harmful to themselves or others. \n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\"And there's 9-year old Jimmy leading his stallion, Thunder, down the agility track. He's around the first curve, over the bridge, through the weave, and up to the tunnel! The little cat's turned loose of the lead and is sprinting along the side. There's Thunder! Jimmy has the stallion's lead again. They've gone around the second bend, and here come the tires. Oh, my, gosh, Thunder's got it! There's the finish line! Eighteen point seven six seconds for Jimmy and Thunder, less than half the time of the next runner-up! I'd say he's clinched this one, wouldn't you, Ray?\"\n\"Definitely, Tom. Jimmy and Thunder, as you might remember, won the conformation round earlier in the day, too. Do you think they can make it a trifecta?\"\n\"Hard to tell, Ray, but I'll bet we're just about to find out! With Jimmy and Thunder finished, the tractors and aides have all exploded out into the arena to move out the agility equipment and make room for the breeding contest. I tell ya, it's been an exciting day for these youngsters!\"\n\"It certainly has, Tom. We saw little Lilly and her ram, Dodge, out showing the other shepherds how it's done. The kids have gotten really good at this over the years, don't you think?\"\n\"Absolutely, Ray, but the hardest challenge of all awaits them. For those listening in for the first time, we'll just remind you that the breeding contest was started last year after a number of the first-place winners couldn't figure out how to breed. Contestants are judged both on the form and technique of the animal as well as that of the trainer.\"\n\"Hopefully they've improved a lot this year in that area, Tom. Way too many kids not really knowing where to stick it last year.\"\n\"Definitely, Ray. Hope their coaches have shown them all how it's supposed to go so that the judges can evaluate on subtle style improvements rather than, 'Did they actually do the deed?' \"\n\"Absolutely agree. It looks like the arena's cleared, and the judges have signaled that they are ready to begin the breeding contest.\"\n\"Bit of a change-up here from last year, Ray. The judges let the kids go in any order last year, but this time they've grouped them by their animal's species. There will still only be six awards given: first, second, and third for male and female handlers, but the judges decided it would be easier to evaluate the animals grouped together.\"\n\"It makes sense, Tom. Furthermore, they're starting out with some of the less common species to get them out of the way, saving the more common ones for the end.\"\n\"That's right. And, it looks like our first up is quite the unique treat indeed! That's Bradley, eight years old—good-looking, young goat without his clothes on—with his llama, Mr. Bean, standing beside him.\"\n\"There used to be a lot of llama contestants until the breeding contest started, but Bradley's the only one with a llama this year.\"\n\"The judge has given the signal, and Bradley is trotting out with Mr. Bean hot on his heels. So far, so good.\"\n\"He's gotten to the middle of the arena. Yes, he's dropped to hands and knees—\"\n\"He knows that's not the right position, right?\"\n\"Yes! He's spread his legs out like a bullfrog and is lying with his belly on the ground! Excellent form; the judges are all nodding approval!\"\n\"And there's Mr. Bean, not wasting a moment in getting up behind him. Is he—yes! he's lined himself up and is kushing down behind his trainer!\"\n\"Off to a great start. The field cameras are all set up now, and we can get a good look at Bradley's face. He is not liking the feeling of Mr. Bean's penis squiggling up under his tail one bit!\"\n\"Right, but remember, Tom, that as long as the trainer's posture and behavior are correct, the judges don't dock for facial expression.\"\n\"Too right. Oh! Look at that; I think Mr. Bean just hit home; Bradley's eyes just about popped out of his head!\"\n\"It's hard to tell without being able to see under Mr. Bean. I will bet that the judges—yes, they're sending out a rep to make sure that Bradley isn't just faking—oh, he is just faking! Look right there on the screen; you can see that Mr. Bean isn't even close!\"\n\"That's a disqualification, Ray.\"\n\"Yup. Wow, first one out, and he already got himself disqualified.\"\n\"Mr. Bean doesn't look too happy about it, either. Look at him fighting the aides trying to get him up.\"\n\"He wants some boy-pussy!\"\n\"Too bad his trainer's a no-good liar.\"\n\"Too bad indeed. Well, that concludes the llamas, and it looks like we'll have one goat contender.\"\n\"That's right, Ray. This is Blake, five years old, with his nanny-goat, Nana.\"\n\"Cute kid, but I'd be surprised if he can do the deed at that age.\"\n\"We're about to find out. There's the signal. Blake is leading Nana out.\"\n\"The females can be tricky without a lead rope to convince them to get out in the middle of the arena. The males will at least follow you if they're horny enough.\"\n\"Not always, Ray; don't forget that boy last year who had a devil of a time getting his billy-goat to follow him.\"\n\"True, Tom; if you're a female in heat, I expect you'd have an edge.\"\n\"Now that I can agree with. It looks like Nana is pretty well trained; she's following him out. They've hit the middle of the arena.\"\n\"Great job so far getting her out there, for sure.\"\n\"I wonder if he knows about—\"\n\"Nope, he's going straight for the plunge, it looks like. Good job leaning over her and going hands-free; he'll get points for that, but he is definitely going to lose points for not doing his prep work.\"\n\"That's right, Ray. Goats in the wild urinate heavily on themselves to attract the attention of the female. Now, since she did stand for him, he won't lose all of the points, but it would be harder for a buck to get a nanny to stand for him without having put on his cologne.\"\n\"And he's inside. Oh, wow!\"\n\"Is that—\"\n\"Yes! I can't believe it; his tail just flagged, and he's out. Tom, I will be very impressed if a kid that young has the ability to ejaculate.\"\n\"The judges will know soon! They've gone up with their cotton swab. They've put it up inside of Nana and gotten a good sample. They're walking it back to the analyzer.\"\n\"This part is always the most nerve-wracking, Tom; if the analyzer finds any hint of illicit substances—\"\n\"It's good! Two thumbs up means he's clean and actually came! Oh, my gosh, little Blake actually did it!\"\n\"Look at him beaming down there; you know he knows he did well!\"\n\"And there he goes, with Nana in tow. Great job from this little guy!\"\n\"I'd keep a close eye on Nana; she might bear him a kid or two if everything went right!\"\n\"It's certainly happened before, Ray; in fact, I think several of our contestants are young fathers!\"\n\"Exciting stuff!\"\n\"And speaking of excited, it looks like we've moved on to the sheep competition and our first female trainer!\"\n\"Lilly there is quite the cute little lamb, isn't she?\"\n\"She's no lamb, Tom! Lilly actually lambed herself last month!\"\n\"Wow! And at 14, she's off to a great start! She's showing Dodge today; was he the father?\"\n\"I believe he was, Tom.\"\n\"So, we're in for quite a treat, then. These two ought to be able to show us—and everybody—how this is supposed to be done!\"\n\"Yup! There's the sign, and Lilly's trotting out there. Gosh, her vulva are already glistening!\"\n\"There really is something to being a little older as a female contestant out here. Once you've got your hormones working in your favor, it—\"\n\"And wow, is Dodge hot on her heels! He's got his nose buried between her legs even before they even reach the spot!\"\n\"There they are. She's down on all fours.\"\n\"Perfect form!\"\n\"Dodge sure thinks so. There, he's pressed up against her and licked her wet lips a bit.\"\n\"Did you see her back arch when he licked her?\"\n\"Sure did! You can tell these two are really into each other!\"\n\"And there he goes. Yes! His penis has extended, he's put his weight on her, and he's—is he?—yes! he's inside!\"\n\"And he's dismounted. Her eyes kinda rolled back for that one.\"\n\"Can you blame her?\"\n\"Not a bit. The man with the swab is going out—\"\n\"Oh, wow, Dodge is breeding her again!\"\n\"The look on her face is pure ecstasy.\"\n\"He's off again. The swab-man is looking to the judges. Looks like they've called him back; apparently Dodge isn't done, yet, and they want to see how far he'll go.\"\n\"There he goes again! Just look at the muscle in those hips!\"\n\"He didn't win conformation for nothing, Tom, and neither did she!\"\n\"They will make some beautiful lambs together, for sure!\"\n\"He's dismounted again, no, wait, he's up—yes, he's up again!\"\n\"I wonder if he knows he doesn't have to mount for each lamb he gives her?\"\n\"Ah, ha-ha, that's funny. Going again... And he's in once more! How many is that?\"\n\"We're at five so far. Do they actually get points for going multiple times?\"\n\"For sheep, goats, and bulls, they do, yeah—six times!—shows the male is ready to breed a bunch.\"\n\"So, they're getting more points each time he climbs up—seven!—on her?\"\n\"Pump up those points, baby!\"\n\"That's eight! Eight times! I wonder if he—\"\n\"No, he's done. Poor guy; just look at him!\"\n\"Yeah, he's definitely done.\"\n\"Okay, the judges have sent the swab-man out. It seems like a no-brainer based on that performance, but—\"\n\"Two thumbs up! Lilly and Dodge definitely scored well!\"\n\"It's still early in the contest, but it wouldn't surprise me if they came back with a first-place ribbon after that!\"\n\"Okay, looks like we've moved on to the cattle contest. We've actually got a surprising number of contestants this year.\"\n\"Surprising indeed; if I had to stand there and let a bull go at me, you know I wouldn't compete!\"\n\"Some brave little kids, for sure. Up first is Annie. She's eight years old and will be breeding with Charger, her Brahman bull.\"\n\"There's the sign from the judges. Annie is heading towards the middle of the arena.\"\n\"Nope, she's stopped. Charger doesn't seem very interested.\"\n\"He does look a little young to be in a breeding contest, doesn't he? Have his balls even dropped?\"\n\"Hard to say from here, and he's not in range of the close-up cameras, yet.\"\n\"She'd better hurry up and get him interested. The timer is about to expire, and if she doesn't get started before then—\"\n\"She's gone up to him and thrust her hips right into his face. Just look how tiny her little udders are!\"\n\"He's smelling her, Tom, but he doesn't seem very interested.\"\n\"Six seconds left on the clock. Five, four, three, two one—\"\nBUZZ\n\"And that's a disqualification, Ray. It's a shame; I'll admit, I'd have liked to see little Annie bred, but it looks like Charger just wasn't up for it.\"\n\"Maybe better luck next year.\"\n\"She looks so dejected.\"\n\"Do you think she's actually been bred before? Maybe it was for the best?\"\n\"Based on the expression on our next contestant's face, I'd say you're probably right!\"\n\"That's Jenny, six, with her bull, Angus.\"\n\"Poor kid; you can tell she's terrified!\"\n\"And with good cause; Angus is huge!\"\n\"There's the sign from the judges; will she be able to overcome her fears?\"\n\"She's moving out to the middle, though definitely not with the pep in her step of some of the others we've seen so far.\"\n\"She made it, and Angus is definitely interested.\"\n\"She's getting on all fours. Brave little calf!\"\n\"And there's Angus, showing off his equipment! My gosh, that cock of his is a monster!\"\n\"He's up—no, no, wait. Looks like Jenny shifted.\"\n\"That's gonna cost her some points, Ray. A bull knows a cow is ready to breed only when she holds perfectly still for him, and—\"\n\"Angus is up again!—no, looks like she shifted again.\"\n\"She's gonna have to buck up, or she's gonna run out of time!\"\n\"Here he comes again. He's–he's—\"\n\"He's up! And he's in! Great job, Jenny, standing for him! And, he's back out.\"\n\"Poor kid. Look at the tears in her eyes. That had to hurt.\"\n\"The swab-man has inserted the swab into her pussy. Wow, that's a fair bit of blood. Do you think he—\"\n\"Yeah, I think he might well have deflowered her right here in front of us. Truly a trooper, and what a tremendous sacrifice.\"\n\"Let's hope it's enough to place!\"\n\"Two thumbs up; it's legit... Oh, looks like someone's gonna have to help her. Yeah, there's an aide out talking to her right now. If she has to be carried out, she's disqualified.\"\n\"Be an awful shame to give up now that the worst part is over, Ray.\"\n\"For sure, Tom. Oh, it looks like she's going to accept some help but will walk out on her own power.\"\n\"Brave calf; give her a hand, folks!\"\n\"She's taking it slowly, and Angus is being a perfect gentleman following her. And they're out.\"\n\"Up next is our only male cattle contestant, Billy—\"\n\"He's going by 'Bill' this year, Tom.\"\n\"Oh, right. Too old for 'Billy' now that he's fifteen. He's accompanied by his heifer, Belle.\"\n\"Well! She's definitely in heat. Look how swollen those vulva are!\"\n\"Absolutely. I hope it's enough for him to be able to do the deed, though.\"\n\"Right. Trying to compete as a male bull is the last thing I would want to do.\"\n\"They've reached the middle of the arena, and she is holding stock still—little Jenny could learn from her!\"\n\"She's doing great. And there's Bill—nice form on him, nice, lithe body. His cock is poked out, he's pitched himself forward. Yes! His chest hit her square, right above the tail, and his hips carried him up and in!\"\n\"Live action replay definitely shows him going inside. As he pulls out, though, you can see a thin thread coming back with him, but it's clear.\"\n\"Should be milky if he did it right, Tom. Well, we'll see what the judges have to say.\"\n\"There's the swab man. Oh! Looks like Belle didn't like him sticking his probe up inside her too much.\"\n\"Swatted him with her tail, she did, yeah, but at least she didn't kick him!\"\n\"They're analyzing the sample...\"\n\"Oh, right thumb up and left one down. That is too bad!\"\n\"I told ya, it's way too hard to try to breed like a bull. You've got to be able to get enough stimulation as you shove up inside of her that you cum by the time your balls hit, and for modern bovine furs, the sensitivity is just not there.\"\n\"He might have to try edging himself right before the competition next year and see if he can go the distance.\"\n\"Well, for now, that's a disqualification. Tough break, but this is exactly the point of this contest, and if the bull doesn't cum, the cow doesn't get pregnant.\"\n\"Too true, Tom. Well, it looks like that wraps it up for the cattle contest. This next one ought to be interesting.\"\n\"Pigs are always interesting, Ray, but it's so hard to do it exactly right.\"\n\"Too true; with most animals, as long as the male does what he's supposed to do and the female is at least receptive, things generally go all right. With pigs, contestants are judged on whether the sow's cervix locks the male's pizzle in or not. You occasionally see mixed species in other contests, but it's impossible to get full points unless you've got a sow and a boar going at it here.\"\n\"There was some controversy over that last year, but ultimately, the committee decided to leave things the way they were, citing the need for virile animals trumping the needs of youngsters to feel validated.\"\n\"And speaking of youngsters, here's the first one: Andy and his Berkshire, Elmira.\"\n\"Andy is six years old, and this is his first competition. Do you think he'll know what he's supposed to do here?\"\n\"I guess we're about to find out! There's the sign from the judges.\"\n\"Well, he's off to a good start. He's going out to the middle of the arena, and he's got Elmira with him.\"\n\"She's holding still, and he's bumping his chest on her rump—excellent demonstration of a boar checking a sow for heat—\"\n\"But he's not frothing, which will definitely cost him some points.\"\n\"I doubt he's anywhere near old enough to froth!\"\n\"Better luck next year?\"\n\"Well, she does seem to be standing for him. Oh! His pizzle is out. Look at that little corkscrew!\"\n\"So tiny that you just want to play with it!\"\n\"Oh, wow! He just thrust into her. Is he—\"\n\"Yes! He's actually inside. Look at the screen!\"\n\"Oh, he is! Now, the question is whether she'll actually lock him in place.\"\n\"No, doesn't look like it. Oh! Did he—\"\n\"Yeah, bummer. Looks like he did already walk off from her.\"\n\"That's gonna be a big loss of points there. For the sake of the contest, if a boar doesn't lock in the first time, he's supposed to immediately try again. Andy stepping back like that signals that he thinks he's done. But, if he actually managed to cum—\"\n\"Swab's inside her. Analysis says... No good.\"\n\"No, no—right up, left down. He didn't cum.\"\n\"Can't really blame him at that age.\"\n\"Well, at least he knows how the contest works now. In a few years, his body will catch up to him, and he ought to be in great shape to win it.\"\n\"But, he's out of the running for today, and here comes our next contender.\"\n\"Morty, fifteen, and his sow, Ellie.\"\n\"This guy definitely ought to know what he's doing, Ray.\"\n\"But, will she be up for it, is the question!\"\n\"Oh, she's up for it, all right! Look, he's already started foaming!\"\n\"There's the signal. He's heading out to the middle of the arena, and she's following right after him.\"\n\"The sows really do go wild for that boar foam, don't they?\"\n\"She's standing for him, and he's up on her back!\"\n\"Wow, what a view! Look how cleanly he pushed his corkscrew into her!\"\n\"Her vulva are glistening for him. That has got to feel so good for a male old enough to know how to work his equipment.\"\n\"And working it, he is! Look at his shaft throbbing and slipping in and out. He's got to find that sweet spot so she can grab onto him.\"\n\"You can see his balls already beginning to quiver, but he'd better make sure she locks him in!\"\n\"O–oh! He pulled out. He pulled out, but—\"\n\"He's going back in! The judges are nodding; they'll allow it since he didn't take a step back.\"\n\"Oh! Did he—he did! He's locked in!\"\n\"His balls are shuddering now. The look on his face is pure bliss.\"\n\"While he's going, the judges are gonna send up the swab-man to test how well he's locked in.\"\n\"The swab-man's in place. The camera's got a tremendous view. And there's the order from the judges. Morty is taking a half-step back...\"\n\"His penis isn't coming out—\"\n\"He's locked!\"\n\"He is! Great performance by Morty, and Ellie did a great job in latching him in on the second try.\"\n\"He will lose some points for not getting it the first time, but it's such a rare occurrence that it probably won't hurt his chances for first place.\"\n\"True! Of course, now that he's locked in, it's just the case of waiting for him to finish and for her to decide to let him go.\"\n\"Could be a solid half-hour before that happens, Tom, so the judges have moved over to the secondary judging area at the far end of the arena. The camera crew is moving, too, so let's give them a few seconds to get set up.\"\n\"While they're doing that, let's give a shout-out to this competition's sponsor, Pinkerton's Pregnancy Pills.\"\n\"That's right, Tom. Pinkerton's: from lambs to heifers, they'll get all your girls knocked up. Why, they'll even knock your daughter up!\"\n\"Kind of a weird slogan, Ray.\"\n\"Just reading the card, Tom.\"\n\"Well, it looks like the camera crew is ready to go, and so is our next contestant, Emily.\"\n\"Emily is a 4-year-old, and she's accompanied by Hampton, her Hampshire boar.\"\n\"He's a big boy, isn't he?\"\n\"And she's a little girl!\"\n\"Little and young or not, here she comes! The judges gave the signal, and she's moving quite confidently up to the breeding area.\"\n\"Hampton's right with her.\"\n\"Nice, good stance. Wow, her pussy looks really good on that monitor.\"\n\"Nice and smooth, Tom. Very small target for her beau, though.\"\n\"Mm. Small target, but I be it feels amazing once he's inside, though!\"\n\"Oh, wow, great job resisting his attempts to shove her around. She's definitely making it clear that she knows what she wants, and she wants him!\"\n\"Great foaming action at his mouth, too. I wonder if a little piglet like Emily is actually affected by that, or if she's just had a great coach?\"\n\"He's up! Oh, wow, look at his dick go!\"\n\"Look at her face! That's not the sign of someone afraid of the big, bad boar; she's loving this!\"\n\"And so is he! Look at those hips thrust. Look at those balls!\"\n\"Did she latch him?\"\n\"No, I don't think so. She got a little distracted by how good he felt, I bet. No, definitely not. He's out.\"\n\"He's out, but he's not down. There he goes again, up and in!\"\n\"That corkscrew on her young vaginal walls must be driving her wild!\"\n\"That's true, but she's got to get her head in the game if she wants to win. This is the part that makes pigs hard. If she doesn't latch him in place—\"\n\"She did it!\"\n\"Did she?\"\n\"I think so!\"\n\"No, no, he's out again.\"\n\"Agh. Well, bummer. That's gonna deduct some points. Hopefully she can—\"\n\"There! That's got him!\"\n\"Yes, the swab-man is out with gloved hands, gently pulling back on the boar's cock. Let's see what he says.\"\n\"Thumbs up! She locked him in on the third try!\"\n\"I'll admit, I underestimated her. I thought she was too small and too young, but top-notch performance from Emily and Hampton!\"\n\"Speaking of great performances, let's head back over to check on Morty while Emily is tied up for a bit.\"\n\"His testes have definitely slowed down a lot. The swab man is going out to ask him how far along he is.\"\n\"Looks like three fingers. Morty believes he's squirting his gel plug into Ellie as we speak.\"\n\"I wonder how that must feel. Like, there's precum, which is really runny, then there's cum, which is a lot thicker. The plug is—well, he's got to be able to feel that going through his dick!\"\n\"I would bet so. Oh! There he goes. He's taking another half-step back, giving Ellie the signal to let go when she's ready. And there she goes!\"\n\"He's out?\"\n\"He's out! Swab-man is nodding already; obviously there's plug material clinging to Morty's glans, but there goes the swab, right up into the well-bred sow without disrupting too much of Morty's plug inside her.\"\n\"Two thumbs up; sample looks good!\"\n\"Aww, look at that: he reached down and hugged her afterwards. Those two seem pretty close.\"\n\"Pretty sure they're also the best we've seen out of a male handler thus far, too.\"\n\"You know, I think you could be right. The judges will let us know at the end, but this pair definitely looks like they're in the running to place.\"\n\"Going back to check on Emily, the swab-man has asked her how far along she thinks she is, but she doesn't seem to know.\"\n\"If I were 4, I wouldn't know, either.\"\n\"He's gonna go ahead and do the swab so we can move on.\"\n\"Hampton seems to enjoy the feel of the cotton against his shaft.\"\n\"Emily seems to enjoy the feel inside of her!\"\n\"Wow, this little piglet is quite the slut!\"\n\"Careful, Tom; her parents might be listening.\"\n\"And they ought to be very proud of her! She might well be the youngest winner the contest has ever seen!\"\n\"The results are in: two thumbs up!\"\n\"Not that there was much expectation otherwise.\"\n\"Looks like the judges are moving back to the center of the arena. Emily will stay there until she and Hampton disconnect, but the judges are very pleased with her performance.\"\n\"That's right. While the competition has been interesting so far, the judges are now moving on to the main event.\"\n\"There's some fierce competition among dog breeders! Contestants really have to bring their A game!\"\n\"I, uh, don't think Kyle here got the memo, Ray. Heh, heh, his dog, Chief, seems to have no idea what's going—uh, oh.\"\n\"Uh, folks, it looks like Chief has taken a keen interest in what Emily and Hampton are doing. Despite Kyle running after him, he is completely ignoring him.\"\n\"Three aides have just entered the arena and are closing in on him, but—\"\n\"Oh! He just started humping Emily's face!\"\n\"With Hampton still locked inside of her, she can't get away! I hope the aides can get to them in time!\"\n\"There we go. Poor Chief; he's humping away at the air, now that he's been pulled off of Emily. She looks upset but unharmed.\"\n\"Oh! Looks like she just let go of Hampton.\"\n\"All the excitement, no doubt! Well, Kyle is obviously disqualified, but the judges are all clapping for Emily. She's up on her feet, now. Looks like the plug Hampton put into her is doing its job; I don't see a single drop of cum between her legs!\"\n\"Just wait an hour or so. Hopefully she'll wait for the results out in his pen so he can help clean her up.\"\n\"Our next contestant is Jake, four, with his pit bull, Riley.\"\n\"Jake seems a little small to be trying to take Riley's knot.\"\n\"Cut him some slack, Tom. Maybe he'll surprise us. There's the signal.\"\n\"They've made it to their mark, and Jake has dropped to all fours. Nice, good, wide stance.\"\n\"I like the dogs and horses because there are so many contenders that you can really analyze their form. Jake's is quite strong, but I think his legs might be a bit too wide, given Riley's height.\"\n\"Better too wide than too narrow! Dog's dick hurts when it hits your perineum!\"\n\"From experience, Tom?\"\n\"Of course! Riley's on him now. Gah, that's a nice, hard grip he's got on that little boy's hips. Mm!\"\n\"You're a dirty dog, you know that?\"\n\"No, you're the dog; I'm a horse. But, a dirty one at that!\"\n\"Touché.\"\n\"Riley has started humping. For as confident as Jake seemed at first, the terror in his eyes is unmistakable now. That's a lot of dog meat coming at him and focused into a very sharp tool. The slightest miss will really hurt.\"\n\"Looks like he's dead-on! Wow, look at that guy go! His balls are slapping against Jake's, and his rod is going in and out so fast!\"\n\"They're off to a great start, for sure, but he'd better take a step forward. The next part is critical. If he doesn't sink his knot into that little boy's ass before it expands, he's disqualified.\"\n\"His knot is getting really big. You know, Tom, I don't know that I've seen it go into Jake's ass at all!\"\n\"It's a shame, really.\"\n\"Yup, that's it: Riley has pulled out and is spurting in the air right now. Now he's lying down and licking himself. His knot is shrinking, shrinking... and gone.\"\n\"Jake is now patting his butt and calling for Jake, but an aide is already heading out to break it up.\"\n\"When there's only one contestant, we can give him a few tries to get things right—\"\n\"If nothing else, because it's fun to watch.\"\n\"—but when the field is this full, you don't get a second chance.\"\n\"Real nice ass on that kid, though. I wonder if he'd like to try horse next.\"\n\"Dirty, dirty stallion.\"\n\"Heh, heh, heh. Oh, come on. Tell me you don't want to bury your bone in him.\"\n\"Anyway, our next contestant is Peter with his mastiff bitch, Bailey.\"\n\"Peter is thirteen; he ought to know what to do?\"\n\"Let's find out!\"\n\"They're at their mark, and Bailey is flagging really hard for him. It's nice to see a bitch so enthusiastic about being bred.\"\n\"And Peter certainly looks eager, too.\"\n\"Uh, oh.\"\n\"What's that?\"\n\"His knot has already formed.\"\n\"Oh! Heh, well, from experience, I can attest to how easy it is to get overexcited when there's a horny bitch around.\"\n\"What do you do when that happens? Throw some cold water on it? Surely you're not actually licking yourself?\"\n\"Psh, I wasn't even that flexible when I was his age. I will say, though, that what I wouldn't be doing is winning this contest.\"\n\"Looks like the judges agree with you; he's been sent out. Crying shame, though. Poor Bailey deserved better.\"\n\"I know! At least let him stick what of his dick he can into her to give those burning vulva a little relief first!\"\n\"Maybe backstage.\"\n\"Mm. Yeah.\"\n\"Up next, we have Monica, 10, and her mastiff, Duke.\"\n\"Lots of mastiffs today.\"\n\"You know they've got the biggest dicks of all; Monica is either a masochist or a complete cock-whore.\"\n\"I'm guessing the latter; they're at their mark, and Monica looks pretty relaxed about the whole thing.\"\n\"Great stance. Tail is flagging hard, hips are spread nice and wide—but not too wide—straight back, hands shoulder-width apart.\"\n\"It really is a great stance. I can't say with certainty, but she might well have gotten a perfect score for that.\"\n\"And Duke seems to appreciate it, too! Damn, look how hard those hips are thrusting!\"\n\"I'm pretty sure these two have done this before. He went straight in!\"\n\"One miss from him, and you'd make sure he never missed again, too!\"\n\"Too right! His balls are slapping hard against her nice, moist, little cookie, and you can definitely see his knot going in and out of her.\"\n\"Damn, the tug of her lips on that knot is so enticing. Makes me want to grab myself right here and now!\"\n\"Do it, Ray. I won't tell.\"\n\"That's what you said last time.\"\n\"His knot's in! Is it confirmed? Yes, there on the screen. Wow, look at the size of that thing! Look how he tugs her cookie out around himself!\"\n\"Look at how his balls are shuddering. Man, each shudder of those balls is pumping his hot seed into her. I wonder if she's had a litter, yet?\"\n\"Can't say.\"\n\"Can't? Or won't?\"\n\"Can't; it's not on the card.\"\n\"Ah, well. Be neat if she won the contest and got to take home a litter of his puppies, too.\"\n\"Looks like Duke just stepped off of her. Excellent form as he hikes his back leg over his shaft and turns to stand butt-to-butt with her.\"\n\"Such an excellent performance from both of them. Geez, look right at their coupling. You can see his knot twitching through her vulva.\"\n\"Damn. That is hot.\"\n\"It's more than hot; that light tug on his knot feels mind-blowing and means that if there's any chance of her getting pregnant, he's definitely going to make it happen.\"\n\"Looks like the judges are nodding in approval, too.\"\n\"It looks like these two might be coupled for a while, so the judges have asked that the next contestant use the secondary breeding mark.\"\n\"That is Tyler with Sophie, his border collie.\"\n\"Kind of a short dog to try to compete with, but someone has to do it.\"\n\"They're at their mark. Nice flag from Sophie, though I think Bailey did it better.\"\n\"Wait, what's he—aww, man. Well, that's a ton of points lost there.\"\n\"I'd imagine that it's hard competing as a male in these contests. We're so used to using our hands to point us into place, but in the wild, dogs don't have hands, and contestants are docked if they don't do it the old-fashioned way.\"\n\"And Tyler certainly used his hands. He did get a nice, deep thrust, and you can see his knot swelling inside of Sophie's passage, but I would give pretty long odds of them placing today.\"\n\"No form whatsoever. I mean, Sophie looks good: nice stance and all, but he didn't thrust, didn't grab her hips. Hell, I'm surprised he wasn't disqualified since if she weren't his dog, there's nothing that would stop her from walking away before he tied her.\"\n\"All good points. Going back to Monica and Duke, it looks like he just popped out of her. The swab-man is getting in there nice and deep.\"\n\"Perfect. Absolutely perfect. And Monica is standing up, now, hugging Duke, and—\"\n\"Oh, my gosh, look at all that cum spilling between her legs!\"\n\"Fuck, that's hot! And she's not even stopping to wipe at herself; she's proudly letting it run down her legs, leaving little dribbles on the ground as she goes.\"\n\"I don't care what the judges say; she's a perfect 10 in my book!\"\n\"Hate to see her leave, but love to watch her go, for sure.\"\n\"Looks like our next contestant is ready for the judges' signal. Oh, isn't this interesting? Little Benjamin is only 3 years old, and he's accompanied by his doberman pinscher, Benny.\"\n\"Heh, well, that's going to make differentiating them a challenge!\"\n\"Benjamin is so young that he's practically just toddling out there. I'm not gonna lie, Ray, I will be very surprised if he's able to even get Benny excited, let alone take him.\"\n\"The male-on-male combination has a lot of disadvantages. No puppies for one thing, plus you don't have the benefit of female hormones to help the dog focus.\"\n\"Well, it looks like Benny is plenty focused. Hm. I hope little Benjamin didn't cheat.\"\n\"The analysis will tell for sure.\"\n\"His stance wasn't all that great, but for 3, I'll give him some credit.\"\n\"What are you talking about? His height was spot-on. Benny thrust straight into him!\"\n\"Yeah, but that tail-flag was lackluster, at best.\"\n\"One thing that is not lackluster is Benny's thrusting! Holy cow, look at him go!\"\n\"Bet you wish you could thrust like that. Hell, I sure do!\"\n\"Not even in my teens, Tom.\"\n\"Oof, poor Benjamin. You can tell from his face that he's not used to Benny's knot going into him.\"\n\"He does look like he's about to cry.\"\n\"Ouch! I didn't know Benny could pull out with his knot that big.\"\n\"There come the waterworks.\"\n\"Can you blame him?\"\n\"No, but the bad news for him is, if Benny doesn't shove back in, they're gonna be dis—\"\n\"Augh! That hurt me to watch!\"\n\"Yeah, Benjamin is definitely crying now. But, as young as he is, I'm pretty sure the judges might cut him some slack.\"\n\"Benny did just tie with him.\"\n\"Yeah, without a doubt. He just stepped over himself and is now tugging on Benjamin's ass.\"\n\"It pooches out just like Monica's pussy did.\"\n\"Yeah, I don't think it's meant to pooch out that way, though. Poor kid.\"\n\"Poor judges! They have to listen to him crying while they continue judging.\"\n\"Almost makes you wish that for his sake, Benny hadn't gone all the way in. Now they're stuck like this for a while, and I'd imagine it's quite painful to have that big of a knot lodged inside such a tiny butthole.\"\n\"Bad news for him indeed. And, bad news for you, too, Ray: he was the last of the dog competitors.\"\n\"Aww, already?\"\n\"Yeah. Now it's time for some horses!\"\n\"If you're this perverted with other species, I'm afraid to ask how bad you're gonna be with your own!\"\n\"Mm. I do love me a nice filly's pussy or a little foal's cock, Ray, and I am proud to admit it!\"\n\"Well, let's check in with Tyler and Sophie first. Looks like Tyler's knot has finally deflated, and the swab-man is making sure everything is copacetic.\"\n\"Two thumbs up. Well, he might not have done a very good job imitating a dog, but at least he did it honestly.\"\n\"Too true. We'll let Benjamin and Benny finish up. In the meantime, our first equine competitor has just entered the arena. Chance, age—whoa, seventeen?\"\n\"It's his last year to compete, and it is surprising to see him up here showing a stallion.\"\n\"That'll be Spirit, his quarter horse.\"\n\"Damn, two fine-looking lads there, and I bet, two fine-looking cocks.\"\n\"Lemme guess: it's a shame Chance won't need his?\"\n\"You read my mind. But, hey, if Spirit does his job right, there's a chance Chance will drop—you're rolling your eyes. Why are you rolling your eyes?\"\n\"That was a bad pun, and you're a dirty, old stallion.\"\n\"Guilt—whoa! Just look how excited Spirit is! Man, his dick's swaying side-to-side, and they're not even at the mark, yet!\"\n\"Looks like they're gonna have to wait, too. Benny just pulled out, and the swab-guy is doing his best to be gentle on poor Benjamin's well-used backside.\"\n\"At least he quit crying a bit. Two thumbs up? Wow, I'm kind of surprised. I expected at least one of the dogs to cheat, and as young as he is...\"\n\"Hey! Those are my people you're dissing!\"\n\"Eh, you know. Anyway, looks like the judges have given the go-ahead to Chance and Spirit out there.\"\n\"Boy, he's lucky he's got hooves himself; as close as Chance is to him, I'd just about expect him to get stepped on!\"\n\"There's a nip to his side. Oh, yeah, Spirit is definitely seeing something he likes.\"\n\"Solid stance from Chance, legs wide apart, tail lifted off to the side, bending forward but not on all fours, looking over his shoulder. Not the best stance I've seen, but a mighty good one.\"\n\"And there's Spirit! He's up. Oh, his cock is hard and dribbling already. He's thrusting forward—he's under Chance's tail! Another thrust—he's inside! That, my friend, is how it's done!\"\n\"There's another thrust. Medial ring has penetrated. He's fully lodged!\"\n\"Mm, look at that tail swishing! You know Chance is getting to feel those heavy stallion spurts warming him up from the inside!\"\n\"His tail has settled down. He's standing perfectly still—no, he's backing out.\"\n\"Cock has gone flaccid, but here comes the flare—oh, yes, huge flare accompanied by quite the stream of stallion seed. Great show from our first equine competitor!\"\n\"Swab guy is out there. There seems to be some disagreement between him and Chance. Chance has relented and is presenting his ass for sample collection.\"\n\"I wonder what that was all about?\"\n\"Test results are—\"\n\"Invalid?! What the hell are they saying, 'invalid?' \"\n\"Oh, look. The judges are signaling.\"\n\"Irregular specimen. Detection of... urine?!\"\n\"Now who's cheating?\"\n\"Motherfucker! Are you telling me he used mare piss to lure that stallion onto him? Fuck, is Spirit broken?! Who wouldn't want to nail that guy?\"\n\"Looks like the judges are running them both out of the ring.\"\n\"Just as well. They would have made ugly foals anyway!\"\n\"I, um—\"\n\"Don't say it.\"\n\"Well...\"\n\"Damn it, Ray, don't kick me while I'm down.\"\n\"Hey, you're not the one who cheated. I can't help it if he makes your whole species look bad.\"\n\"You jerk.\"\n\"Heh, heh, hey, if you can't take it, don't dish it.\"\n\"Fine, fine. Who's next?\"\n\"Looks like Dominic, age 12, with his Arabian mare, Luna.\"\n\"I'm, uh, not super excited about this one.\"\n\"Oh, come on, Tom, your mic is on.\"\n\"Has nothing to do with him but everything to do with her.\"\n\"How do you mean?\"\n\"Just look at her! She's not in heat! This is the last place she wants to be.\"\n\"How can you tell?\"\n\"Ugh. It's a horse thing, okay?\"\n\"All right, all right. Easy, boy. So, what, you don't think she's gonna present well?\"\n\"Ha! Yeah, no.\"\n\"They've been called to their mark. She is following him pretty well, Tom.\"\n\"Wait for it. There, they've hit their mark. She's supposed to present to him, but she's not.\"\n\"So, now what?\"\n\"Now he has to get creative—hopefully without getting kicked. See there? He's gonna lose points for moving her tail himself.\"\n\"He did thrust in without guiding himself...\"\n\"But now she's moving. Nope—nope! That should be a disqualification right there.\"\n\"Why, what for?\"\n\"He's holding onto her.\"\n\"Stallions don't hold onto mares?\"\n\"Not like that! Stallions straddle mares; their legs don't work like dog legs do. They can't wrap around her hips like that.\"\n\"Then how does he breed her if she's, say, got walking heat?\"\n\"Oh, he'll follow her around. It's a helluva lot harder, though, just dancing around behind her as she's taking him all over the pasture.\"\n\"From experience?\"\n\"No comment.\"\n\"Really!\"\n\"Yeah, yeah, there goes his tail. Flag, flag. Okay, he got off. There he goes, pulling—oh, hey, that's a pretty nice flare. I take back every mean thing I said about him.\"\n\"You're truly incorrigible.\"\n\"I like what I like, and I don't apologize for it!\"\n\"Well, how about telling the folks listening in from home what's going on?\"\n\"Looks like the judges agreed with me. They went ahead and sent the swab guy. Two thumbs up, so it's legit, but yeah, he should have showed a mare that was in season rather than dragging her through all this. He's lucky he didn't get kicked. I'd have kicked him.\"\n\"Tom, he's twelve!\"\n\"No excuse!\"\n\"Augh. Well, at least he's done now. Be nicer to this next one, huh?\"\n\"Depends on how she does.\"\n\"He.\"\n\"He? Oh! Hm. Brian, age 11, accompanied by his Tennessee walker, Misty.\"\n\"Initial thoughts?\"\n\"She definitely looks more interested. But, let's watch and see.\"\n\"There's the cue. Oh—oh! I see what you mean by more interested.\"\n\"Fuck, that's hot! Look at her drooling down her legs at him! Tail up, squat, oh, sh–shit! Full-on piss for him. Hoo... He's awfully young, but I have no doubt he's given her exactly what she wanted more than once for her to react that strongly to him. Oh, l–look at her winking. Oh... and looking over her shoulder at him? Fuck, she wants him bad. So bad.\"\n\"But can he do his part?\"\n\"Strong approach. He's marching up to her just like a wild stallion would. Sharing breath—this guy's good—nice, little nip to her belly. Listen to her squeal!\"\n\"Watch her wink! Geez, how turned-on can that girl get?\"\n\"Damn, those milky drips... It's been too long.\"\n\"There he goes! Elbows locked, hands balled into fists. His chest just hit her rump.\"\n\"Perfect form!\"\n\"There goes his cock.\"\n\"Shit, he's as drippy as she is!\"\n\"Hard thrust. He hit just a tad high. Step back, another thrust.\"\n\"He's in! That motherfucker is in up to his balls! That has got to feel so fucking good right now!\"\n\"Oh, I'd say so! Look at his tail! Hell, look at both their tails! I've never seen a mare's tail flick during breeding before!\"\n\"Look at the close-up! Look at his cock pulsating! Fuck, that little kid looks like a full-grown, feral stallion!\"\n\"Jealous?\"\n\"You bet your ass I'm jealous! If I could get my wife to react like that—well, never mind.\"\n\"He's pulling out.\"\n\"Damn, that flare. Oh, shit, that stream! That little kid produced all that?!\"\n\"Don't, uh, don't get too excited. I hate to say it, but—\"\n\"What, you think he cheated, too?\"\n\"I wasn't gonna say it out loud, but, I mean... Oh, look, they're nuzzling. That's really cute.\"\n\"Don't change the subject. You really think he cheated?\"\n\"We're about to find out... Two thumbs up. Tom? You okay?\"\n\"I–yeah, I... Man, that kid is really gifted.\"\n\"I thought you'd be happy?\"\n\"I–I am, but... Geez, if he's doing this at 11, can you imagine what he'll be doing by the time he's an adult?\"\n\"Repopulating wild horse populations in the Antarctic?\"\n\"Probably. Whoo, after that, I feel like I need a cigarette. Can announcers call a break to, um, decompress?\"\n\"Tom, you weren't even involved.\"\n\"Was, too! I was commentating just like you were—wait, why are you rolling your eyes? Ray? Seriously, why are you rolling your eyes, Ray?\"\n\"No breaks for you. Just remember what you saw today, see if you can take some pointers from Brian here, who is the clear standout winner by far of the ones we've seen, and make your wife feel as special and euphoric as Misty over there.\"\n\"Phew. All right, fine. Who's next?\"\n\"It looks like little Zane, 9, and his Welsh pony, Clyde.\"\n\"Ah, ha! It's ironic because Clyde is tiny, not like a Clydesdale at all! Wait, now why are you rolling your eyes? Why are you patting my head?\"\n\"Oh, Tom, maybe you can speak to this: given Clyde is rather tiny, what's the appropriate posture for Zane to take? Standing up and bent over, or should he be on all fours?\"\n\"That really depends on Clyde. If he's a small pony, hands and knees would be appropriate. But, if he's a larger pony, bordering on full-sized horse, then Zane should just stand and lean.\"\n\"Well, from the looks of it, Clyde is pretty small. All fours?\"\n\"Yeah, definitely all fours.\"\n\"There's the sign. They're taking their mark. Huh, Zane looks pretty nervous, doesn't he?\"\n\"Yeah, for sure. And, I mean, Clyde isn't really all that big; I'd be very surprised if he were anything like, say, Spirit was.\"\n\"Maybe Zane didn't prepare enough?\"\n\"Ha! So, you're saying that maybe he's trying to cram for his competition? Well, I guess it's really Clyde doing the—oh, come on! Why are you pinching the bridge of your nose? Don't give me that look!\"\n\"He is indeed on hands and knees, and here comes Clyde!\"\n\"Lackluster approach, no teasing to speak of, but then again, Brian was a pretty hard act to follow. ... What?\"\n\"No 'hard' pun?\"\n\"No. You roll your eyes when I make puns.\"\n\"You're learning! Oof, that pony packs quite the punch.\"\n\"Glans, shaft, medial ring so far. There's another thrust; he's up to the hilt, but he just about tripped on one of Zane's hooves. That's one thing about being on all fours: you gotta remember to keep your feet out rather than tucking them in where they'll get in the way.\"\n\"Thrashing tail, so far, so good, right?\"\n\"I mean—\"\n\"Considering that he is not Brian...\"\n\"Yeah, I don't think he's gonna place. We've seen some awfully good performances today—\"\n\"Brian, and...\"\n\"And, um... others.\"\n\"You are one thirsty pony, you know that?\"\n\"... yes.\"\n\"All right, he's pulling out. Nice flare, eh?\"\n\"Meh.\"\n\"Oh, come on!\"\n\"I dunno, Ray, there's just... something off about these two, and it's not just because Brian and Misty were so spectacular together.\"\n\"Well, he's being swabbed now; I can't imagine what you think he—\"\n\"Ah, ha!\"\n\"What?\"\n\"Irregular specimen. Detection of... wait, really?\"\n\"Benzocaine?\"\n\"Psh. No idea why Zane was nervous; dab enough of that stuff on there, and he wouldn't feel it if he got impaled by an elephant!\"\n\"Disqualification. Huh. Well, that's—\"\n\"Doggone it, Ray, don't say it.\"\n\"Okay, okay. I won't say that that's two cheating horses to zero cheating dogs.\"\n\"You're a dick.\"\n\"And this is our next contestant!\"\n\"Oh, look, it's Jimmy and Thunder. Wait...\"\n\"Isn't Thunder a shire stallion?\"\n\"... That poor kid. That's a 9-year-old cat trying to take a draft horse. Another horse trying to take a draft horse? Okay, sure, it'll hurt, but those donuts will expand. But a cat?\"\n\"Maybe he needs some benzocaine.\"\n\"Maybe he shouldn't have entered into this competition. Trifecta can wait.\"\n\"Well, let's give him a chance. Maybe he'll surprise us. There's the cue anyway.\"\n\"He's walking kinda stiffly. He sure better figure out how to relax before Thunder goes after him, or they might not achieve intromission at all.\"\n\"Look at you with the fancy words!\"\n\"Gotta balance out the pervy stuff with some legit science from time to time. I'm just saying, if his ass is as tightly wound as the rest of him looks right now, the horse is gonna knock him over before he knocks him up.\"\n\"He's at the mark. Sure looks tense still.\"\n\"Yeah. Huh, well, that's new!\"\n\"I've never seen a stallion do that before.\"\n\"Definitely gonna take points off for that, but I gotta say, that's definitely unique!\"\n\"What, you don't lie on your back and let your wife go cowgirl on you?\"\n\"I mean, I do, but I'm not a four-hooved horse, either! No mare in the world is gonna ride him like that!\"\n\"Surely Jimmy knows that, though, right? I mean, this isn't his first rodeo...\"\n\"He's probably counting on getting a few bonus points for creativity. He absolutely can't win this round, but if he can get enough points, maybe it'll let him keep first place overall.\"\n\"Wow, he really is a lot more flexible than I gave him credit for! Just look at him riding that horse cock!\"\n\"Mm. I've got a horse-cock he can ride next.\"\n\"Tom, he's nine!\"\n\"So? Good enough for Thunder's plenty good enough for me!\"\n\"Robbing the cradle on that one.\"\n\"Oh, wow! He just went from cowgirl to reverse-cowgirl while he was sliding down.\"\n\"Yeah, Thunder's really getting into that. Look at his tail thrash!\"\n\"Wow, look at the close-up! You can see Jimmy's gut bloating!\"\n\"There's the pull-out.\"\n\"Can't see the flare.\"\n\"Where's the cum?\"\n\"... You don't think he trained his horse to fake an orgasm, do you?\"\n\"Is that even a thing?\"\n\"Swab-guy will straighten this out.\"\n\"Oh, my gosh! Look at him stepping over Thunder. He sure looks like he's pregnant!\"\n\"There goes the swab...\"\n\"It's—\"\n\"It's good?!\"\n\"But where's the—\"\n\"Oh, get a load of this. Thunder's on his feet, and he and Jimmy just bowed.\"\n\"Bah, ha–ha–ha! Oh, my gosh! Did you see that?!\"\n\"Those poor judges!\"\n\"All over them! Just fwoosh!\"\n\"I think we found the cum.\"\n\"It squirted out of there harder than if Thunder had shot it himself!\"\n\"I shouldn't laugh—the judges are not amused—\"\n\"But we certainly are!\"\n\"Towels are being brought out. Looks like the judges are going to clean up in place. Wow, Tom, they're not calling for a break even after that!\"\n\"Shit happens?\"\n\"Cum, too.\"\n\"My gosh. That was the highlight of my evening.\"\n\"I thought Brian was?\"\n\"Nah, he was the highlight of my afternoon. Also day. And... life.\"\n\"Thirsty, thirst—oh, looks like the judges are giving the go-ahead. Last-up is Betty and her Thoroughbred, Buck.\"\n\"Betty is 7, which is awfully young, and I'm also pretty sure Buck is too young to be here.\"\n\"You think so?\"\n\"Yeah. Hell, his chest hasn't even filled out, yet. He might be able to get her pregnant, but I'd be awfully surprised.\"\n\"Hm. Putting two inexperienced kids together like that is a recipe for disaster. I hope nobody gets hurt.\"\n\"There's the sign. You know, Buck seems a bit more focused on her than I expected. He definitely seems to like the way her pussy smells.\"\n\"He's sure following her nose-first like he does.\"\n\"She's hit the mark.\"\n\"Oh, wow, very nice spread on her, and that tail-lift is... Well, I've seen hookers who couldn't look that enticing.\"\n\"You're gross.\"\n\"Aww, damn! She's winking for him! Did she learn to do that on purpose? Who the hell taught her that? I gotta introduce my wife to her coach!\"\n\"Really gross, but Buck seems to appreciate it. Look at him dancing around with that dick waving all over.\"\n\"Yeah, just so long as he doesn't get too excited and—Yup, that.\"\n\"Is premature ejaculation a disqualifier?\"\n\"Depends. He's got to be able to get it back up, put it in her, and cum again.\"\n\"Looks like no trouble there!\"\n\"Oh, wow. Not much teasing, but he is pretty young. Straight up onto her back, but now he's kinda jabbing around, not really hitting the mark.\"\n\"Looks like it hurts. Betty's looks pretty distraught on the close-up.\"\n\"Technically she's not supposed to do it—a feral mare wouldn't—but I'd bet the judges would give her leeway if she were to squat down just a bit to let him—oh! Wow, there he goes.\"\n\"Long, solid stroke—holy cow, he bottomed out in one go!\"\n\"Thrashing tail, twitching balls, pulsing prick. Looks like he got there to me!\"\n\"There's the pull-out.\"\n\"Great, glorious gobs of horse-cum, Batman, that is a flare!\"\n\"Impressed?\"\n\"Very.\"\n\"Jealous?\"\n\"Obviously!\"\n\"He's dismounted, and Betty has regained her composure. There's the swab...\"\n\"It's good—obviously.\"\n\"And there go Betty and Buck, the last of the contestants. It looks like the judges are leaving, too—\"\n\"Hopefully they come back without the cat-sprayed horse cum.\"\n\"—and it looks like it's time for a word from our sponsors while we wait on them to change and tabulate the scores for the contestants.\"\n\"That's right, Ray. You know, I sometimes have trouble telling when my females are ready to breed.\"\n\"Really? Aren't you, like, always in the mood to breed them?\"\n\"Not me, Ray, my females! Read your card!\"\n\"Oh. Uh, right. Ahem. So, um, Tom, what do you do when you can't tell?\"\n\"Why, I induce ovulation with Oliver's Ovulation Oil!\"\n\"Oliver's Ovulation Oil? What does it do?\"\n\"... it induces ovulation, Ray. It's, um, in the name.\"\n\"Oh, right. Well, how does it work?\"\n\"Why, it's quite simple! You just rub it on the female's vulva, and ovulation will occur within a few hours!\"\n\"But what about the males? Will they know that she's ready to breed?\"\n\"Obviously! Oliver's Ovulation Oil optimizes olfactory organs, overcoming original orientation to originate odor overhaul.\"\n\"... What?\"\n\"The females smell real good, so the males go boink-boink.\"\n\"Got it.\"\n\"To put it mildly, Ray, 'rub it on her in her sleep, and she'll wake up full of meat!' \"\n\"... Our vendors have got to get better slogans.\"\n\"I wonder if it works on anthros. My wife—\"\n\"Oh, look, the judges are back.\"\n\"And here comes the swab guy with the envelope.\"\n\"Thanks, Phil.\"\n\"Yeah, the judges say to start with third place.\"\n\"Obviously, Swab-Guy! We're professionals in here. Wait, why are you rolling your eyes? Ray? Why was he rolling his eyes?\"\n\"Here's the list. Aww, that's sweet.\"\n\"Well that one's no surprise.\"\n\"Yeah, I don't think that one is, either.\"\n\"Not sure I like that o—\"\n\"Would you guys hurry up? The contestants are waiting!\"\n\"Oh, right. Sorry, Phil. Ahem. In third place for the male handler, with a score of 7.9...\"\n\"Benjamin and Benny!\"\n\"There they come. Aww, Benjamin is riding Benny.\"\n\"Seems fair; Benny rode the hell out of Benjamin earlier!\"\n\"And for the female handler, with a score of 8.2, Monica and Duke!\"\n\"Truly impressive breeding. Loved the knot-bulge.\"\n\"You want to do second place?\"\n\"Sure. For the second-place female handler, with a score of 8.3, Emily and Hampton!\"\n\"Here they come.\"\n\"I wonder if her plug ever—\"\n\"You jinxed her.\"\n\"Oh, my gosh! I shouldn't laugh, but it just went everywhere, and right after the judges just changed, too! It's between her legs; it's on the ground, it splattered all the ribbons!\"\n\"No breeding contest is complete without a cum-covered ribbon, I guess. Judges, are you okay? All right, we'll wrap this up.\"\n\"For the male, with a score of 8.5, Morty and Ellie! Whoa, two pig couples? Has that ever happened before?\"\n\"Not that I know of, Tom. Here they come now, dodging the cum—\"\n\"Ellie's eating it.\"\n\"Of course, she is.\"\n\"Looks like Hampton is helping.\"\n\"What a timeless first date. Very classy.\"\n\"There is something seriously wrong with you.\"\n\"With me?! You're the one who's wanted to roofie your wife all day!\"\n\"Anyway,, in first place—\"\n\"It's my turn.\"\n\"Well, fine, you read hers.\"\n\"I'm gonna read his.\"\n\"No, I'm gonna read his—obviously!\"\n\"You read hers!\"\n\"No, hers sucks; she shouldn't even be first!\"\n\"Tom!\"\n\"What? He did all the work! She just laid there, just like my—\"\n\"Fine! You can read his. Ahem. In first place for the females, with a score of 8.5—\"\n\"It was rigged.\"\n\"—Lilly and Dodge!\"\n\"Oh, look, there she goes. Yeah, yeah, 'baa', you took 8 loads. Big deal. Now, for the males—\"\n\"Give her her moment, Tom!\"\n\"Ugh.\"\n\"Okay, she's got her ribbon now.\"\n\"I hope it's covered in cum.\"\n\"They all are.\"\n\"Good. In first place for the male handlers—and this should come as no surprise with a whopping score of 9.7, Brian and Misty!\"\n\"Wow, that is a way to make an entrance: he's standing on her back with his cock fully erect, waving to the crowd.\"\n\"Brian, when you get done, can you, um, meet me backstage? I have a, um, 'business venture' to discuss—\"\n\"And, that's it for the Fur-H breeding contest. The remaining contests will pick up tomorrow, and Rick and Shawn will announce the grand champions then. Thank you all for joining us, and thank you to all the competitors—\"\n\"Especially Brian!\"\n\"—I'm gonna turn your mic off, you thirsty mare. All the competitors who came out to show off today, a big thank you and a huge congratulations! We'll see you again next year at the Fur-H breeding contest!\"\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Fur-H Breeding Contest
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"And there's 9-year old Jimmy leading his stallion, Thunder, down the agility track. He's around the first curve, over the bridge, through the weave, and up to the tunnel! The little cat's turned loose of the lead and is sprinting along the side. There's Thunder! Jimmy has the stallion's lead again. They've gone around the second bend, and here come the tires. Oh, my, gosh, Thunder's got it! There's the finish line! Eighteen point seven six seconds for Jimmy and Thunder, less than half the time of the next runner-up! I'd say he's clinched this one, wouldn't you, Ray?"
"Definitely, Tom. Jimmy and Thunder, as you might remember, won the conformation round earlier in the day, too. Do you think they can make it a trifecta?"
"Hard to tell, Ray, but I'll bet we're just about to find out! With Jimmy and Thunder finished, the tractors and aides have all exploded out into the arena to move out the agility equipment and make room for the breeding contest. I tell ya, it's been an exciting day for these youngsters!"
"It certainly has, Tom. We saw little Lilly and her ram, Dodge, out showing the other shepherds how it's done. The kids have gotten really good at this over the years, don't you think?"
"Absolutely, Ray, but the hardest challenge of all awaits them. For those listening in for the first time, we'll just remind you that the breeding contest was started last year after a number of the first-place winners couldn't figure out how to breed. Contestants are judged both on the form and technique of the animal as well as that of the trainer."
"Hopefully they've improved a lot this year in that area, Tom. Way too many kids not really knowing where to stick it last year."
"Definitely, Ray. Hope their coaches have shown them all how it's supposed to go so that the judges can evaluate on subtle style improvements rather than, 'Did they actually do the deed?' "
"Absolutely agree. It looks like the arena's cleared, and the judges have signaled that they are ready to begin the breeding contest."
"Bit of a change-up here from last year, Ray. The judges let the kids go in any order last year, but this time they've grouped them by their animal's species. There will still only be six awards given: first, second, and third for male and female handlers, but the judges decided it would be easier to evaluate the animals grouped together."
"It makes sense, Tom. Furthermore, they're starting out with some of the less common species to get them out of the way, saving the more common ones for the end."
"That's right. And, it looks like our first up is quite the unique treat indeed! That's Bradley, eight years old—good-looking, young goat without his clothes on—with his llama, Mr. Bean, standing beside him."
"There used to be a lot of llama contestants until the breeding contest started, but Bradley's the only one with a llama this year."
"The judge has given the signal, and Bradley is trotting out with Mr. Bean hot on his heels. So far, so good."
"He's gotten to the middle of the arena. Yes, he's dropped to hands and knees—"
"He knows that's not the right position, right?"
"Yes! He's spread his legs out like a bullfrog and is lying with his belly on the ground! Excellent form; the judges are all nodding approval!"
"And there's Mr. Bean, not wasting a moment in getting up behind him. Is he—yes! he's lined himself up and is kushing down behind his trainer!"
"Off to a great start. The field cameras are all set up now, and we can get a good look at Bradley's face. He is not liking the feeling of Mr. Bean's penis squiggling up under his tail one bit!"
"Right, but remember, Tom, that as long as the trainer's posture and behavior are correct, the judges don't dock for facial expression."
"Too right. Oh! Look at that; I think Mr. Bean just hit home; Bradley's eyes just about popped out of his head!"
"It's hard to tell without being able to see under Mr. Bean. I will bet that the judges—yes, they're sending out a rep to make sure that Bradley isn't just faking—oh, he is just faking! Look right there on the screen; you can see that Mr. Bean isn't even close!"
"That's a disqualification, Ray."
"Yup. Wow, first one out, and he already got himself disqualified."
"Mr. Bean doesn't look too happy about it, either. Look at him fighting the aides trying to get him up."
"He wants some boy-pussy!"
"Too bad his trainer's a no-good liar."
"Too bad indeed. Well, that concludes the llamas, and it looks like we'll have one goat contender."
"That's right, Ray. This is Blake, five years old, with his nanny-goat, Nana."
"Cute kid, but I'd be surprised if he can do the deed at that age."
"We're about to find out. There's the signal. Blake is leading Nana out."
"The females can be tricky without a lead rope to convince them to get out in the middle of the arena. The males will at least follow you if they're horny enough."
"Not always, Ray; don't forget that boy last year who had a devil of a time getting his billy-goat to follow him."
"True, Tom; if you're a female in heat, I expect you'd have an edge."
"Now that I can agree with. It looks like Nana is pretty well trained; she's following him out. They've hit the middle of the arena."
"Great job so far getting her out there, for sure."
"I wonder if he knows about—"
"Nope, he's going straight for the plunge, it looks like. Good job leaning over her and going hands-free; he'll get points for that, but he is definitely going to lose points for not doing his prep work."
"That's right, Ray. Goats in the wild urinate heavily on themselves to attract the attention of the female. Now, since she did stand for him, he won't lose all of the points, but it would be harder for a buck to get a nanny to stand for him without having put on his cologne."
"And he's inside. Oh, wow!"
"Is that—"
"Yes! I can't believe it; his tail just flagged, and he's out. Tom, I will be very impressed if a kid that young has the ability to ejaculate."
"The judges will know soon! They've gone up with their cotton swab. They've put it up inside of Nana and gotten a good sample. They're walking it back to the analyzer."
"This part is always the most nerve-wracking, Tom; if the analyzer finds any hint of illicit substances—"
"It's good! Two thumbs up means he's clean and actually came! Oh, my gosh, little Blake actually did it!"
"Look at him beaming down there; you know he knows he did well!"
"And there he goes, with Nana in tow. Great job from this little guy!"
"I'd keep a close eye on Nana; she might bear him a kid or two if everything went right!"
"It's certainly happened before, Ray; in fact, I think several of our contestants are young fathers!"
"Exciting stuff!"
"And speaking of excited, it looks like we've moved on to the sheep competition and our first female trainer!"
"Lilly there is quite the cute little lamb, isn't she?"
"She's no lamb, Tom! Lilly actually lambed herself last month!"
"Wow! And at 14, she's off to a great start! She's showing Dodge today; was he the father?"
"I believe he was, Tom."
"So, we're in for quite a treat, then. These two ought to be able to show us—and everybody—how this is supposed to be done!"
"Yup! There's the sign, and Lilly's trotting out there. Gosh, her vulva are already glistening!"
"There really is something to being a little older as a female contestant out here. Once you've got your hormones working in your favor, it—"
"And wow, is Dodge hot on her heels! He's got his nose buried between her legs even before they even reach the spot!"
"There they are. She's down on all fours."
"Perfect form!"
"Dodge sure thinks so. There, he's pressed up against her and licked her wet lips a bit."
"Did you see her back arch when he licked her?"
"Sure did! You can tell these two are really into each other!"
"And there he goes. Yes! His penis has extended, he's put his weight on her, and he's—is he?—yes! he's inside!"
"And he's dismounted. Her eyes kinda rolled back for that one."
"Can you blame her?"
"Not a bit. The man with the swab is going out—"
"Oh, wow, Dodge is breeding her again!"
"The look on her face is pure ecstasy."
"He's off again. The swab-man is looking to the judges. Looks like they've called him back; apparently Dodge isn't done, yet, and they want to see how far he'll go."
"There he goes again! Just look at the muscle in those hips!"
"He didn't win conformation for nothing, Tom, and neither did she!"
"They will make some beautiful lambs together, for sure!"
"He's dismounted again, no, wait, he's up—yes, he's up again!"
"I wonder if he knows he doesn't have to mount for each lamb he gives her?"
"Ah, ha-ha, that's funny. Going again... And he's in once more! How many is that?"
"We're at five so far. Do they actually get points for going multiple times?"
"For sheep, goats, and bulls, they do, yeah—six times!—shows the male is ready to breed a bunch."
"So, they're getting more points each time he climbs up—seven!—on her?"
"Pump up those points, baby!"
"That's eight! Eight times! I wonder if he—"
"No, he's done. Poor guy; just look at him!"
"Yeah, he's definitely done."
"Okay, the judges have sent the swab-man out. It seems like a no-brainer based on that performance, but—"
"Two thumbs up! Lilly and Dodge definitely scored well!"
"It's still early in the contest, but it wouldn't surprise me if they came back with a first-place ribbon after that!"
"Okay, looks like we've moved on to the cattle contest. We've actually got a surprising number of contestants this year."
"Surprising indeed; if I had to stand there and let a bull go at me, you know I wouldn't compete!"
"Some brave little kids, for sure. Up first is Annie. She's eight years old and will be breeding with Charger, her Brahman bull."
"There's the sign from the judges. Annie is heading towards the middle of the arena."
"Nope, she's stopped. Charger doesn't seem very interested."
"He does look a little young to be in a breeding contest, doesn't he? Have his balls even dropped?"
"Hard to say from here, and he's not in range of the close-up cameras, yet."
"She'd better hurry up and get him interested. The timer is about to expire, and if she doesn't get started before then—"
"She's gone up to him and thrust her hips right into his face. Just look how tiny her little udders are!"
"He's smelling her, Tom, but he doesn't seem very interested."
"Six seconds left on the clock. Five, four, three, two one—"
BUZZ
"And that's a disqualification, Ray. It's a shame; I'll admit, I'd have liked to see little Annie bred, but it looks like Charger just wasn't up for it."
"Maybe better luck next year."
"She looks so dejected."
"Do you think she's actually been bred before? Maybe it was for the best?"
"Based on the expression on our next contestant's face, I'd say you're probably right!"
"That's Jenny, six, with her bull, Angus."
"Poor kid; you can tell she's terrified!"
"And with good cause; Angus is huge!"
"There's the sign from the judges; will she be able to overcome her fears?"
"She's moving out to the middle, though definitely not with the pep in her step of some of the others we've seen so far."
"She made it, and Angus is definitely interested."
"She's getting on all fours. Brave little calf!"
"And there's Angus, showing off his equipment! My gosh, that cock of his is a monster!"
"He's up—no, no, wait. Looks like Jenny shifted."
"That's gonna cost her some points, Ray. A bull knows a cow is ready to breed only when she holds perfectly still for him, and—"
"Angus is up again!—no, looks like she shifted again."
"She's gonna have to buck up, or she's gonna run out of time!"
"Here he comes again. He's–he's—"
"He's up! And he's in! Great job, Jenny, standing for him! And, he's back out."
"Poor kid. Look at the tears in her eyes. That had to hurt."
"The swab-man has inserted the swab into her pussy. Wow, that's a fair bit of blood. Do you think he—"
"Yeah, I think he might well have deflowered her right here in front of us. Truly a trooper, and what a tremendous sacrifice."
"Let's hope it's enough to place!"
"Two thumbs up; it's legit... Oh, looks like someone's gonna have to help her. Yeah, there's an aide out talking to her right now. If she has to be carried out, she's disqualified."
"Be an awful shame to give up now that the worst part is over, Ray."
"For sure, Tom. Oh, it looks like she's going to accept some help but will walk out on her own power."
"Brave calf; give her a hand, folks!"
"She's taking it slowly, and Angus is being a perfect gentleman following her. And they're out."
"Up next is our only male cattle contestant, Billy—"
"He's going by 'Bill' this year, Tom."
"Oh, right. Too old for 'Billy' now that he's fifteen. He's accompanied by his heifer, Belle."
"Well! She's definitely in heat. Look how swollen those vulva are!"
"Absolutely. I hope it's enough for him to be able to do the deed, though."
"Right. Trying to compete as a male bull is the last thing I would want to do."
"They've reached the middle of the arena, and she is holding stock still—little Jenny could learn from her!"
"She's doing great. And there's Bill—nice form on him, nice, lithe body. His cock is poked out, he's pitched himself forward. Yes! His chest hit her square, right above the tail, and his hips carried him up and in!"
"Live action replay definitely shows him going inside. As he pulls out, though, you can see a thin thread coming back with him, but it's clear."
"Should be milky if he did it right, Tom. Well, we'll see what the judges have to say."
"There's the swab man. Oh! Looks like Belle didn't like him sticking his probe up inside her too much."
"Swatted him with her tail, she did, yeah, but at least she didn't kick him!"
"They're analyzing the sample..."
"Oh, right thumb up and left one down. That is too bad!"
"I told ya, it's way too hard to try to breed like a bull. You've got to be able to get enough stimulation as you shove up inside of her that you cum by the time your balls hit, and for modern bovine furs, the sensitivity is just not there."
"He might have to try edging himself right before the competition next year and see if he can go the distance."
"Well, for now, that's a disqualification. Tough break, but this is exactly the point of this contest, and if the bull doesn't cum, the cow doesn't get pregnant."
"Too true, Tom. Well, it looks like that wraps it up for the cattle contest. This next one ought to be interesting."
"Pigs are always interesting, Ray, but it's so hard to do it exactly right."
"Too true; with most animals, as long as the male does what he's supposed to do and the female is at least receptive, things generally go all right. With pigs, contestants are judged on whether the sow's cervix locks the male's pizzle in or not. You occasionally see mixed species in other contests, but it's impossible to get full points unless you've got a sow and a boar going at it here."
"There was some controversy over that last year, but ultimately, the committee decided to leave things the way they were, citing the need for virile animals trumping the needs of youngsters to feel validated."
"And speaking of youngsters, here's the first one: Andy and his Berkshire, Elmira."
"Andy is six years old, and this is his first competition. Do you think he'll know what he's supposed to do here?"
"I guess we're about to find out! There's the sign from the judges."
"Well, he's off to a good start. He's going out to the middle of the arena, and he's got Elmira with him."
"She's holding still, and he's bumping his chest on her rump—excellent demonstration of a boar checking a sow for heat—"
"But he's not frothing, which will definitely cost him some points."
"I doubt he's anywhere near old enough to froth!"
"Better luck next year?"
"Well, she does seem to be standing for him. Oh! His pizzle is out. Look at that little corkscrew!"
"So tiny that you just want to play with it!"
"Oh, wow! He just thrust into her. Is he—"
"Yes! He's actually inside. Look at the screen!"
"Oh, he is! Now, the question is whether she'll actually lock him in place."
"No, doesn't look like it. Oh! Did he—"
"Yeah, bummer. Looks like he did already walk off from her."
"That's gonna be a big loss of points there. For the sake of the contest, if a boar doesn't lock in the first time, he's supposed to immediately try again. Andy stepping back like that signals that he thinks he's done. But, if he actually managed to cum—"
"Swab's inside her. Analysis says... No good."
"No, no—right up, left down. He didn't cum."
"Can't really blame him at that age."
"Well, at least he knows how the contest works now. In a few years, his body will catch up to him, and he ought to be in great shape to win it."
"But, he's out of the running for today, and here comes our next contender."
"Morty, fifteen, and his sow, Ellie."
"This guy definitely ought to know what he's doing, Ray."
"But, will she be up for it, is the question!"
"Oh, she's up for it, all right! Look, he's already started foaming!"
"There's the signal. He's heading out to the middle of the arena, and she's following right after him."
"The sows really do go wild for that boar foam, don't they?"
"She's standing for him, and he's up on her back!"
"Wow, what a view! Look how cleanly he pushed his corkscrew into her!"
"Her vulva are glistening for him. That has got to feel so good for a male old enough to know how to work his equipment."
"And working it, he is! Look at his shaft throbbing and slipping in and out. He's got to find that sweet spot so she can grab onto him."
"You can see his balls already beginning to quiver, but he'd better make sure she locks him in!"
"O–oh! He pulled out. He pulled out, but—"
"He's going back in! The judges are nodding; they'll allow it since he didn't take a step back."
"Oh! Did he—he did! He's locked in!"
"His balls are shuddering now. The look on his face is pure bliss."
"While he's going, the judges are gonna send up the swab-man to test how well he's locked in."
"The swab-man's in place. The camera's got a tremendous view. And there's the order from the judges. Morty is taking a half-step back..."
"His penis isn't coming out—"
"He's locked!"
"He is! Great performance by Morty, and Ellie did a great job in latching him in on the second try."
"He will lose some points for not getting it the first time, but it's such a rare occurrence that it probably won't hurt his chances for first place."
"True! Of course, now that he's locked in, it's just the case of waiting for him to finish and for her to decide to let him go."
"Could be a solid half-hour before that happens, Tom, so the judges have moved over to the secondary judging area at the far end of the arena. The camera crew is moving, too, so let's give them a few seconds to get set up."
"While they're doing that, let's give a shout-out to this competition's sponsor, Pinkerton's Pregnancy Pills."
"That's right, Tom. Pinkerton's: from lambs to heifers, they'll get all your girls knocked up. Why, they'll even knock your daughter up!"
"Kind of a weird slogan, Ray."
"Just reading the card, Tom."
"Well, it looks like the camera crew is ready to go, and so is our next contestant, Emily."
"Emily is a 4-year-old, and she's accompanied by Hampton, her Hampshire boar."
"He's a big boy, isn't he?"
"And she's a little girl!"
"Little and young or not, here she comes! The judges gave the signal, and she's moving quite confidently up to the breeding area."
"Hampton's right with her."
"Nice, good stance. Wow, her pussy looks really good on that monitor."
"Nice and smooth, Tom. Very small target for her beau, though."
"Mm. Small target, but I be it feels amazing once he's inside, though!"
"Oh, wow, great job resisting his attempts to shove her around. She's definitely making it clear that she knows what she wants, and she wants him!"
"Great foaming action at his mouth, too. I wonder if a little piglet like Emily is actually affected by that, or if she's just had a great coach?"
"He's up! Oh, wow, look at his dick go!"
"Look at her face! That's not the sign of someone afraid of the big, bad boar; she's loving this!"
"And so is he! Look at those hips thrust. Look at those balls!"
"Did she latch him?"
"No, I don't think so. She got a little distracted by how good he felt, I bet. No, definitely not. He's out."
"He's out, but he's not down. There he goes again, up and in!"
"That corkscrew on her young vaginal walls must be driving her wild!"
"That's true, but she's got to get her head in the game if she wants to win. This is the part that makes pigs hard. If she doesn't latch him in place—"
"She did it!"
"Did she?"
"I think so!"
"No, no, he's out again."
"Agh. Well, bummer. That's gonna deduct some points. Hopefully she can—"
"There! That's got him!"
"Yes, the swab-man is out with gloved hands, gently pulling back on the boar's cock. Let's see what he says."
"Thumbs up! She locked him in on the third try!"
"I'll admit, I underestimated her. I thought she was too small and too young, but top-notch performance from Emily and Hampton!"
"Speaking of great performances, let's head back over to check on Morty while Emily is tied up for a bit."
"His testes have definitely slowed down a lot. The swab man is going out to ask him how far along he is."
"Looks like three fingers. Morty believes he's squirting his gel plug into Ellie as we speak."
"I wonder how that must feel. Like, there's precum, which is really runny, then there's cum, which is a lot thicker. The plug is—well, he's got to be able to feel that going through his dick!"
"I would bet so. Oh! There he goes. He's taking another half-step back, giving Ellie the signal to let go when she's ready. And there she goes!"
"He's out?"
"He's out! Swab-man is nodding already; obviously there's plug material clinging to Morty's glans, but there goes the swab, right up into the well-bred sow without disrupting too much of Morty's plug inside her."
"Two thumbs up; sample looks good!"
"Aww, look at that: he reached down and hugged her afterwards. Those two seem pretty close."
"Pretty sure they're also the best we've seen out of a male handler thus far, too."
"You know, I think you could be right. The judges will let us know at the end, but this pair definitely looks like they're in the running to place."
"Going back to check on Emily, the swab-man has asked her how far along she thinks she is, but she doesn't seem to know."
"If I were 4, I wouldn't know, either."
"He's gonna go ahead and do the swab so we can move on."
"Hampton seems to enjoy the feel of the cotton against his shaft."
"Emily seems to enjoy the feel inside of her!"
"Wow, this little piglet is quite the slut!"
"Careful, Tom; her parents might be listening."
"And they ought to be very proud of her! She might well be the youngest winner the contest has ever seen!"
"The results are in: two thumbs up!"
"Not that there was much expectation otherwise."
"Looks like the judges are moving back to the center of the arena. Emily will stay there until she and Hampton disconnect, but the judges are very pleased with her performance."
"That's right. While the competition has been interesting so far, the judges are now moving on to the main event."
"There's some fierce competition among dog breeders! Contestants really have to bring their A game!"
"I, uh, don't think Kyle here got the memo, Ray. Heh, heh, his dog, Chief, seems to have no idea what's going—uh, oh."
"Uh, folks, it looks like Chief has taken a keen interest in what Emily and Hampton are doing. Despite Kyle running after him, he is completely ignoring him."
"Three aides have just entered the arena and are closing in on him, but—"
"Oh! He just started humping Emily's face!"
"With Hampton still locked inside of her, she can't get away! I hope the aides can get to them in time!"
"There we go. Poor Chief; he's humping away at the air, now that he's been pulled off of Emily. She looks upset but unharmed."
"Oh! Looks like she just let go of Hampton."
"All the excitement, no doubt! Well, Kyle is obviously disqualified, but the judges are all clapping for Emily. She's up on her feet, now. Looks like the plug Hampton put into her is doing its job; I don't see a single drop of cum between her legs!"
"Just wait an hour or so. Hopefully she'll wait for the results out in his pen so he can help clean her up."
"Our next contestant is Jake, four, with his pit bull, Riley."
"Jake seems a little small to be trying to take Riley's knot."
"Cut him some slack, Tom. Maybe he'll surprise us. There's the signal."
"They've made it to their mark, and Jake has dropped to all fours. Nice, good, wide stance."
"I like the dogs and horses because there are so many contenders that you can really analyze their form. Jake's is quite strong, but I think his legs might be a bit too wide, given Riley's height."
"Better too wide than too narrow! Dog's dick hurts when it hits your perineum!"
"From experience, Tom?"
"Of course! Riley's on him now. Gah, that's a nice, hard grip he's got on that little boy's hips. Mm!"
"You're a dirty dog, you know that?"
"No, you're the dog; I'm a horse. But, a dirty one at that!"
"Touché."
"Riley has started humping. For as confident as Jake seemed at first, the terror in his eyes is unmistakable now. That's a lot of dog meat coming at him and focused into a very sharp tool. The slightest miss will really hurt."
"Looks like he's dead-on! Wow, look at that guy go! His balls are slapping against Jake's, and his rod is going in and out so fast!"
"They're off to a great start, for sure, but he'd better take a step forward. The next part is critical. If he doesn't sink his knot into that little boy's ass before it expands, he's disqualified."
"His knot is getting really big. You know, Tom, I don't know that I've seen it go into Jake's ass at all!"
"It's a shame, really."
"Yup, that's it: Riley has pulled out and is spurting in the air right now. Now he's lying down and licking himself. His knot is shrinking, shrinking... and gone."
"Jake is now patting his butt and calling for Jake, but an aide is already heading out to break it up."
"When there's only one contestant, we can give him a few tries to get things right—"
"If nothing else, because it's fun to watch."
"—but when the field is this full, you don't get a second chance."
"Real nice ass on that kid, though. I wonder if he'd like to try horse next."
"Dirty, dirty stallion."
"Heh, heh, heh. Oh, come on. Tell me you don't want to bury your bone in him."
"Anyway, our next contestant is Peter with his mastiff bitch, Bailey."
"Peter is thirteen; he ought to know what to do?"
"Let's find out!"
"They're at their mark, and Bailey is flagging really hard for him. It's nice to see a bitch so enthusiastic about being bred."
"And Peter certainly looks eager, too."
"Uh, oh."
"What's that?"
"His knot has already formed."
"Oh! Heh, well, from experience, I can attest to how easy it is to get overexcited when there's a horny bitch around."
"What do you do when that happens? Throw some cold water on it? Surely you're not actually licking yourself?"
"Psh, I wasn't even that flexible when I was his age. I will say, though, that what I wouldn't be doing is winning this contest."
"Looks like the judges agree with you; he's been sent out. Crying shame, though. Poor Bailey deserved better."
"I know! At least let him stick what of his dick he can into her to give those burning vulva a little relief first!"
"Maybe backstage."
"Mm. Yeah."
"Up next, we have Monica, 10, and her mastiff, Duke."
"Lots of mastiffs today."
"You know they've got the biggest dicks of all; Monica is either a masochist or a complete cock-whore."
"I'm guessing the latter; they're at their mark, and Monica looks pretty relaxed about the whole thing."
"Great stance. Tail is flagging hard, hips are spread nice and wide—but not too wide—straight back, hands shoulder-width apart."
"It really is a great stance. I can't say with certainty, but she might well have gotten a perfect score for that."
"And Duke seems to appreciate it, too! Damn, look how hard those hips are thrusting!"
"I'm pretty sure these two have done this before. He went straight in!"
"One miss from him, and you'd make sure he never missed again, too!"
"Too right! His balls are slapping hard against her nice, moist, little cookie, and you can definitely see his knot going in and out of her."
"Damn, the tug of her lips on that knot is so enticing. Makes me want to grab myself right here and now!"
"Do it, Ray. I won't tell."
"That's what you said last time."
"His knot's in! Is it confirmed? Yes, there on the screen. Wow, look at the size of that thing! Look how he tugs her cookie out around himself!"
"Look at how his balls are shuddering. Man, each shudder of those balls is pumping his hot seed into her. I wonder if she's had a litter, yet?"
"Can't say."
"Can't? Or won't?"
"Can't; it's not on the card."
"Ah, well. Be neat if she won the contest and got to take home a litter of his puppies, too."
"Looks like Duke just stepped off of her. Excellent form as he hikes his back leg over his shaft and turns to stand butt-to-butt with her."
"Such an excellent performance from both of them. Geez, look right at their coupling. You can see his knot twitching through her vulva."
"Damn. That is hot."
"It's more than hot; that light tug on his knot feels mind-blowing and means that if there's any chance of her getting pregnant, he's definitely going to make it happen."
"Looks like the judges are nodding in approval, too."
"It looks like these two might be coupled for a while, so the judges have asked that the next contestant use the secondary breeding mark."
"That is Tyler with Sophie, his border collie."
"Kind of a short dog to try to compete with, but someone has to do it."
"They're at their mark. Nice flag from Sophie, though I think Bailey did it better."
"Wait, what's he—aww, man. Well, that's a ton of points lost there."
"I'd imagine that it's hard competing as a male in these contests. We're so used to using our hands to point us into place, but in the wild, dogs don't have hands, and contestants are docked if they don't do it the old-fashioned way."
"And Tyler certainly used his hands. He did get a nice, deep thrust, and you can see his knot swelling inside of Sophie's passage, but I would give pretty long odds of them placing today."
"No form whatsoever. I mean, Sophie looks good: nice stance and all, but he didn't thrust, didn't grab her hips. Hell, I'm surprised he wasn't disqualified since if she weren't his dog, there's nothing that would stop her from walking away before he tied her."
"All good points. Going back to Monica and Duke, it looks like he just popped out of her. The swab-man is getting in there nice and deep."
"Perfect. Absolutely perfect. And Monica is standing up, now, hugging Duke, and—"
"Oh, my gosh, look at all that cum spilling between her legs!"
"Fuck, that's hot! And she's not even stopping to wipe at herself; she's proudly letting it run down her legs, leaving little dribbles on the ground as she goes."
"I don't care what the judges say; she's a perfect 10 in my book!"
"Hate to see her leave, but love to watch her go, for sure."
"Looks like our next contestant is ready for the judges' signal. Oh, isn't this interesting? Little Benjamin is only 3 years old, and he's accompanied by his doberman pinscher, Benny."
"Heh, well, that's going to make differentiating them a challenge!"
"Benjamin is so young that he's practically just toddling out there. I'm not gonna lie, Ray, I will be very surprised if he's able to even get Benny excited, let alone take him."
"The male-on-male combination has a lot of disadvantages. No puppies for one thing, plus you don't have the benefit of female hormones to help the dog focus."
"Well, it looks like Benny is plenty focused. Hm. I hope little Benjamin didn't cheat."
"The analysis will tell for sure."
"His stance wasn't all that great, but for 3, I'll give him some credit."
"What are you talking about? His height was spot-on. Benny thrust straight into him!"
"Yeah, but that tail-flag was lackluster, at best."
"One thing that is not lackluster is Benny's thrusting! Holy cow, look at him go!"
"Bet you wish you could thrust like that. Hell, I sure do!"
"Not even in my teens, Tom."
"Oof, poor Benjamin. You can tell from his face that he's not used to Benny's knot going into him."
"He does look like he's about to cry."
"Ouch! I didn't know Benny could pull out with his knot that big."
"There come the waterworks."
"Can you blame him?"
"No, but the bad news for him is, if Benny doesn't shove back in, they're gonna be dis—"
"Augh! That hurt me to watch!"
"Yeah, Benjamin is definitely crying now. But, as young as he is, I'm pretty sure the judges might cut him some slack."
"Benny did just tie with him."
"Yeah, without a doubt. He just stepped over himself and is now tugging on Benjamin's ass."
"It pooches out just like Monica's pussy did."
"Yeah, I don't think it's meant to pooch out that way, though. Poor kid."
"Poor judges! They have to listen to him crying while they continue judging."
"Almost makes you wish that for his sake, Benny hadn't gone all the way in. Now they're stuck like this for a while, and I'd imagine it's quite painful to have that big of a knot lodged inside such a tiny butthole."
"Bad news for him indeed. And, bad news for you, too, Ray: he was the last of the dog competitors."
"Aww, already?"
"Yeah. Now it's time for some horses!"
"If you're this perverted with other species, I'm afraid to ask how bad you're gonna be with your own!"
"Mm. I do love me a nice filly's pussy or a little foal's cock, Ray, and I am proud to admit it!"
"Well, let's check in with Tyler and Sophie first. Looks like Tyler's knot has finally deflated, and the swab-man is making sure everything is copacetic."
"Two thumbs up. Well, he might not have done a very good job imitating a dog, but at least he did it honestly."
"Too true. We'll let Benjamin and Benny finish up. In the meantime, our first equine competitor has just entered the arena. Chance, age—whoa, seventeen?"
"It's his last year to compete, and it is surprising to see him up here showing a stallion."
"That'll be Spirit, his quarter horse."
"Damn, two fine-looking lads there, and I bet, two fine-looking cocks."
"Lemme guess: it's a shame Chance won't need his?"
"You read my mind. But, hey, if Spirit does his job right, there's a chance Chance will drop—you're rolling your eyes. Why are you rolling your eyes?"
"That was a bad pun, and you're a dirty, old stallion."
"Guilt—whoa! Just look how excited Spirit is! Man, his dick's swaying side-to-side, and they're not even at the mark, yet!"
"Looks like they're gonna have to wait, too. Benny just pulled out, and the swab-guy is doing his best to be gentle on poor Benjamin's well-used backside."
"At least he quit crying a bit. Two thumbs up? Wow, I'm kind of surprised. I expected at least one of the dogs to cheat, and as young as he is..."
"Hey! Those are my people you're dissing!"
"Eh, you know. Anyway, looks like the judges have given the go-ahead to Chance and Spirit out there."
"Boy, he's lucky he's got hooves himself; as close as Chance is to him, I'd just about expect him to get stepped on!"
"There's a nip to his side. Oh, yeah, Spirit is definitely seeing something he likes."
"Solid stance from Chance, legs wide apart, tail lifted off to the side, bending forward but not on all fours, looking over his shoulder. Not the best stance I've seen, but a mighty good one."
"And there's Spirit! He's up. Oh, his cock is hard and dribbling already. He's thrusting forward—he's under Chance's tail! Another thrust—he's inside! That, my friend, is how it's done!"
"There's another thrust. Medial ring has penetrated. He's fully lodged!"
"Mm, look at that tail swishing! You know Chance is getting to feel those heavy stallion spurts warming him up from the inside!"
"His tail has settled down. He's standing perfectly still—no, he's backing out."
"Cock has gone flaccid, but here comes the flare—oh, yes, huge flare accompanied by quite the stream of stallion seed. Great show from our first equine competitor!"
"Swab guy is out there. There seems to be some disagreement between him and Chance. Chance has relented and is presenting his ass for sample collection."
"I wonder what that was all about?"
"Test results are—"
"Invalid?! What the hell are they saying, 'invalid?' "
"Oh, look. The judges are signaling."
"Irregular specimen. Detection of... urine?!"
"Now who's cheating?"
"Motherfucker! Are you telling me he used mare piss to lure that stallion onto him? Fuck, is Spirit broken?! Who wouldn't want to nail that guy?"
"Looks like the judges are running them both out of the ring."
"Just as well. They would have made ugly foals anyway!"
"I, um—"
"Don't say it."
"Well..."
"Damn it, Ray, don't kick me while I'm down."
"Hey, you're not the one who cheated. I can't help it if he makes your whole species look bad."
"You jerk."
"Heh, heh, hey, if you can't take it, don't dish it."
"Fine, fine. Who's next?"
"Looks like Dominic, age 12, with his Arabian mare, Luna."
"I'm, uh, not super excited about this one."
"Oh, come on, Tom, your mic is on."
"Has nothing to do with him but everything to do with her."
"How do you mean?"
"Just look at her! She's not in heat! This is the last place she wants to be."
"How can you tell?"
"Ugh. It's a horse thing, okay?"
"All right, all right. Easy, boy. So, what, you don't think she's gonna present well?"
"Ha! Yeah, no."
"They've been called to their mark. She is following him pretty well, Tom."
"Wait for it. There, they've hit their mark. She's supposed to present to him, but she's not."
"So, now what?"
"Now he has to get creative—hopefully without getting kicked. See there? He's gonna lose points for moving her tail himself."
"He did thrust in without guiding himself..."
"But now she's moving. Nope—nope! That should be a disqualification right there."
"Why, what for?"
"He's holding onto her."
"Stallions don't hold onto mares?"
"Not like that! Stallions straddle mares; their legs don't work like dog legs do. They can't wrap around her hips like that."
"Then how does he breed her if she's, say, got walking heat?"
"Oh, he'll follow her around. It's a helluva lot harder, though, just dancing around behind her as she's taking him all over the pasture."
"From experience?"
"No comment."
"Really!"
"Yeah, yeah, there goes his tail. Flag, flag. Okay, he got off. There he goes, pulling—oh, hey, that's a pretty nice flare. I take back every mean thing I said about him."
"You're truly incorrigible."
"I like what I like, and I don't apologize for it!"
"Well, how about telling the folks listening in from home what's going on?"
"Looks like the judges agreed with me. They went ahead and sent the swab guy. Two thumbs up, so it's legit, but yeah, he should have showed a mare that was in season rather than dragging her through all this. He's lucky he didn't get kicked. I'd have kicked him."
"Tom, he's twelve!"
"No excuse!"
"Augh. Well, at least he's done now. Be nicer to this next one, huh?"
"Depends on how she does."
"He."
"He? Oh! Hm. Brian, age 11, accompanied by his Tennessee walker, Misty."
"Initial thoughts?"
"She definitely looks more interested. But, let's watch and see."
"There's the cue. Oh—oh! I see what you mean by more interested."
"Fuck, that's hot! Look at her drooling down her legs at him! Tail up, squat, oh, sh–shit! Full-on  piss for him. Hoo... He's awfully young, but I have no doubt he's given her exactly what she wanted more than once for her to react that strongly to him. Oh, l–look at her winking. Oh... and looking over her shoulder at him? Fuck, she wants him bad. So bad."
"But can he do his part?"
"Strong approach. He's marching up to her just like a wild stallion would. Sharing breath—this guy's good—nice, little nip to her belly. Listen to her squeal!"
"Watch her wink! Geez, how turned-on can that girl get?"
"Damn, those milky drips... It's been too long."
"There he goes! Elbows locked, hands balled into fists. His chest just hit her rump."
"Perfect form!"
"There goes his cock."
"Shit, he's as drippy as she is!"
"Hard thrust. He hit just a tad high. Step back, another thrust."
"He's in! That motherfucker is in up to his balls! That has got to feel so fucking good right now!"
"Oh, I'd say so! Look at his tail! Hell, look at both their tails! I've never seen a mare's tail flick during breeding before!"
"Look at the close-up! Look at his cock pulsating! Fuck, that little kid looks like a full-grown, feral stallion!"
"Jealous?"
"You bet your ass I'm jealous! If I could get my wife to react like that—well, never mind."
"He's pulling out."
"Damn, that flare. Oh, shit, that stream! That little kid produced all that?!"
"Don't, uh, don't get too excited. I hate to say it, but—"
"What, you think he cheated, too?"
"I wasn't gonna say it out loud, but, I mean... Oh, look, they're nuzzling. That's really cute."
"Don't change the subject. You really think he cheated?"
"We're about to find out... Two thumbs up. Tom? You okay?"
"I–yeah, I... Man, that kid is really gifted."
"I thought you'd be happy?"
"I–I am, but... Geez, if he's doing this at 11, can you imagine what he'll be doing by the time he's an adult?"
"Repopulating wild horse populations in the Antarctic?"
"Probably. Whoo, after that, I feel like I need a cigarette. Can announcers call a break to, um, decompress?"
"Tom, you weren't even involved."
"Was, too! I was commentating just like you were—wait, why are you rolling your eyes? Ray? Seriously, why are you rolling your eyes, Ray?"
"No breaks for you. Just remember what you saw today, see if you can take some pointers from Brian here, who is the clear standout winner by far of the ones we've seen, and make your wife feel as special and euphoric as Misty over there."
"Phew. All right, fine. Who's next?"
"It looks like little Zane, 9, and his Welsh pony, Clyde."
"Ah, ha! It's ironic because Clyde is tiny, not like a Clydesdale at all! Wait, now why are you rolling your eyes? Why are you patting my head?"
"Oh, Tom, maybe you can speak to this: given Clyde is rather tiny, what's the appropriate posture for Zane to take? Standing up and bent over, or should he be on all fours?"
"That really depends on Clyde. If he's a small pony, hands and knees would be appropriate. But, if he's a larger pony, bordering on full-sized horse, then Zane should just stand and lean."
"Well, from the looks of it, Clyde is pretty small. All fours?"
"Yeah, definitely all fours."
"There's the sign. They're taking their mark. Huh, Zane looks pretty nervous, doesn't he?"
"Yeah, for sure. And, I mean, Clyde isn't really all that big; I'd be very surprised if he were anything like, say, Spirit was."
"Maybe Zane didn't prepare enough?"
"Ha! So, you're saying that maybe he's trying to cram for his competition? Well, I guess it's really Clyde doing the—oh, come on! Why are you pinching the bridge of your nose? Don't give me that look!"
"He is indeed on hands and knees, and here comes Clyde!"
"Lackluster approach, no teasing to speak of, but then again, Brian was a pretty hard act to follow. ... What?"
"No 'hard' pun?"
"No. You roll your eyes when I make puns."
"You're learning! Oof, that pony packs quite the punch."
"Glans, shaft, medial ring so far. There's another thrust; he's up to the hilt, but he just about tripped on one of Zane's hooves. That's one thing about being on all fours: you gotta remember to keep your feet out rather than tucking them in where they'll get in the way."
"Thrashing tail, so far, so good, right?"
"I mean—"
"Considering that he is not Brian..."
"Yeah, I don't think he's gonna place. We've seen some awfully good performances today—"
"Brian, and..."
"And, um... others."
"You are one thirsty pony, you know that?"
"... yes."
"All right, he's pulling out. Nice flare, eh?"
"Meh."
"Oh, come on!"
"I dunno, Ray, there's just... something off about these two, and it's not just because Brian and Misty were so spectacular together."
"Well, he's being swabbed now; I can't imagine what you think he—"
"Ah, ha!"
"What?"
"Irregular specimen. Detection of... wait, really?"
"Benzocaine?"
"Psh. No idea why Zane was nervous; dab enough of that stuff on there, and he wouldn't feel it if he got impaled by an elephant!"
"Disqualification. Huh. Well, that's—"
"Doggone it, Ray, don't say it."
"Okay, okay. I won't say that that's two cheating horses to zero cheating dogs."
"You're a dick."
"And this is our next contestant!"
"Oh, look, it's Jimmy and Thunder. Wait..."
"Isn't Thunder a shire stallion?"
"... That poor kid. That's a 9-year-old cat trying to take a draft horse. Another horse trying to take a draft horse? Okay, sure, it'll hurt, but those donuts will expand. But a cat?"
"Maybe he needs some benzocaine."
"Maybe he shouldn't have entered into this competition. Trifecta can wait."
"Well, let's give him a chance. Maybe he'll surprise us. There's the cue anyway."
"He's walking kinda stiffly. He sure better figure out how to relax before Thunder goes after him, or they might not achieve intromission at all."
"Look at you with the fancy words!"
"Gotta balance out the pervy stuff with some legit science from time to time. I'm just saying, if his ass is as tightly wound as the rest of him looks right now, the horse is gonna knock him over before he knocks him up."
"He's at the mark. Sure looks tense still."
"Yeah. Huh, well, that's new!"
"I've never seen a stallion do that before."
"Definitely gonna take points off for that, but I gotta say, that's definitely unique!"
"What, you don't lie on your back and let your wife go cowgirl on you?"
"I mean, I do, but I'm not a four-hooved horse, either! No mare in the world is gonna ride him like that!"
"Surely Jimmy knows that, though, right? I mean, this isn't his first rodeo..."
"He's probably counting on getting a few bonus points for creativity. He absolutely can't win this round, but if he can get enough points, maybe it'll let him keep first place overall."
"Wow, he really is a lot more flexible than I gave him credit for! Just look at him riding that horse cock!"
"Mm. I've got a horse-cock he can ride next."
"Tom, he's nine!"
"So? Good enough for Thunder's plenty good enough for me!"
"Robbing the cradle on that one."
"Oh, wow! He just went from cowgirl to reverse-cowgirl while he was sliding down."
"Yeah, Thunder's really getting into that. Look at his tail thrash!"
"Wow, look at the close-up! You can see Jimmy's gut bloating!"
"There's the pull-out."
"Can't see the flare."
"Where's the cum?"
"... You don't think he trained his horse to fake an orgasm, do you?"
"Is that even a thing?"
"Swab-guy will straighten this out."
"Oh, my gosh! Look at him stepping over Thunder. He sure looks like he's pregnant!"
"There goes the swab..."
"It's—"
"It's good?!"
"But where's the—"
"Oh, get a load of this. Thunder's on his feet, and he and Jimmy just bowed."
"Bah, ha–ha–ha! Oh, my gosh! Did you see that?!"
"Those poor judges!"
"All over them! Just fwoosh!"
"I think we found the cum."
"It squirted out of there harder than if Thunder had shot it himself!"
"I shouldn't laugh—the judges are not amused—"
"But we certainly are!"
"Towels are being brought out. Looks like the judges are going to clean up in place. Wow, Tom, they're not calling for a break even after that!"
"Shit happens?"
"Cum, too."
"My gosh. That was the highlight of my evening."
"I thought Brian was?"
"Nah, he was the highlight of my afternoon. Also day. And... life."
"Thirsty, thirst—oh, looks like the judges are giving the go-ahead. Last-up is Betty and her Thoroughbred, Buck."
"Betty is 7, which is awfully young, and I'm also pretty sure Buck is too young to be here."
"You think so?"
"Yeah. Hell, his chest hasn't even filled out, yet. He might be able to get her pregnant, but I'd be awfully surprised."
"Hm. Putting two inexperienced kids together like that is a recipe for disaster. I hope nobody gets hurt."
"There's the sign. You know, Buck seems a bit more focused on her than I expected. He definitely seems to like the way her pussy smells."
"He's sure following her nose-first like he does."
"She's hit the mark."
"Oh, wow, very nice spread on her, and that tail-lift is... Well, I've seen hookers who couldn't look that enticing."
"You're gross."
"Aww, damn! She's winking for him! Did she learn to do that on purpose? Who the hell taught her that? I gotta introduce my wife to her coach!"
"Really gross, but Buck seems to appreciate it. Look at him dancing around with that dick waving all over."
"Yeah, just so long as he doesn't get too excited and—Yup, that."
"Is premature ejaculation a disqualifier?"
"Depends. He's got to be able to get it back up, put it in her, and cum again."
"Looks like no trouble there!"
"Oh, wow. Not much teasing, but he is pretty young. Straight up onto her back, but now he's kinda jabbing around, not really hitting the mark."
"Looks like it hurts. Betty's looks pretty distraught on the close-up."
"Technically she's not supposed to do it—a feral mare wouldn't—but I'd bet the judges would give her leeway if she were to squat down just a bit to let him—oh! Wow, there he goes."
"Long, solid stroke—holy cow, he bottomed out in one go!"
"Thrashing tail, twitching balls, pulsing prick. Looks like he got there to me!"
"There's the pull-out."
"Great, glorious gobs of horse-cum, Batman, that is a flare!"
"Impressed?"
"Very."
"Jealous?"
"Obviously!"
"He's dismounted, and Betty has regained her composure. There's the swab..."
"It's good—obviously."
"And there go Betty and Buck, the last of the contestants. It looks like the judges are leaving, too—"
"Hopefully they come back without the cat-sprayed horse cum."
"—and it looks like it's time for a word from our sponsors while we wait on them to change and tabulate the scores for the contestants."
"That's right, Ray. You know, I sometimes have trouble telling when my females are ready to breed."
"Really? Aren't you, like, always in the mood to breed them?"
"Not me, Ray, my females! Read your card!"
"Oh. Uh, right. Ahem. So, um, Tom, what do you do when you can't tell?"
"Why, I induce ovulation with Oliver's Ovulation Oil!"
"Oliver's Ovulation Oil? What does it do?"
"... it induces ovulation, Ray. It's, um, in the name."
"Oh, right. Well, how does it work?"
"Why, it's quite simple! You just rub it on the female's vulva, and ovulation will occur within a few hours!"
"But what about the males? Will they know that she's ready to breed?"
"Obviously! Oliver's Ovulation Oil optimizes olfactory organs, overcoming original orientation to originate odor overhaul."
"... What?"
"The females smell real good, so the males go boink-boink."
"Got it."
"To put it mildly, Ray, 'rub it on her in her sleep, and she'll wake up full of meat!' "
"... Our vendors have got to get better slogans."
"I wonder if it works on anthros. My wife—"
"Oh, look, the judges are back."
"And here comes the swab guy with the envelope."
"Thanks, Phil."
"Yeah, the judges say to start with third place."
"Obviously, Swab-Guy! We're professionals in here. Wait, why are you rolling your eyes? Ray? Why was he rolling his eyes?"
"Here's the list. Aww, that's sweet."
"Well that one's no surprise."
"Yeah, I don't think that one is, either."
"Not sure I like that o—"
"Would you guys hurry up? The contestants are waiting!"
"Oh, right. Sorry, Phil. Ahem. In third place for the male handler, with a score of 7.9..."
"Benjamin and Benny!"
"There they come. Aww, Benjamin is riding Benny."
"Seems fair; Benny rode the hell out of Benjamin earlier!"
"And for the female handler, with a score of 8.2, Monica and Duke!"
"Truly impressive breeding. Loved the knot-bulge."
"You want to do second place?"
"Sure. For the second-place female handler, with a score of 8.3, Emily and Hampton!"
"Here they come."
"I wonder if her plug ever—"
"You jinxed her."
"Oh, my gosh! I shouldn't laugh, but it just went everywhere, and right after the judges just changed, too! It's between her legs; it's on the ground, it splattered all the ribbons!"
"No breeding contest is complete without a cum-covered ribbon, I guess. Judges, are you okay? All right, we'll wrap this up."
"For the male, with a score of 8.5, Morty and Ellie! Whoa, two pig couples? Has that ever happened before?"
"Not that I know of, Tom. Here they come now, dodging the cum—"
"Ellie's eating it."
"Of course, she is."
"Looks like Hampton is helping."
"What a timeless first date. Very classy."
"There is something seriously wrong with you."
"With me?! You're the one who's wanted to roofie your wife all day!"
"Anyway,, in first place—"
"It's my turn."
"Well, fine, you read hers."
"I'm gonna read his."
"No, I'm gonna read his—obviously!"
"You read hers!"
"No, hers sucks; she shouldn't even be first!"
"Tom!"
"What? He did all the work! She just laid there, just like my—"
"Fine! You can read his. Ahem. In first place for the females, with a score of 8.5—"
"It was rigged."
"—Lilly and Dodge!"
"Oh, look, there she goes. Yeah, yeah, 'baa', you took 8 loads. Big deal. Now, for the males—"
"Give her her moment, Tom!"
"Ugh."
"Okay, she's got her ribbon now."
"I hope it's covered in cum."
"They all are."
"Good. In first place for the male handlers—and this should come as no surprise with a whopping score of 9.7, Brian and Misty!"
"Wow, that is a way to make an entrance: he's standing on her back with his cock fully erect, waving to the crowd."
"Brian, when you get done, can you, um, meet me backstage? I have a, um, 'business venture' to discuss—"
"And, that's it for the Fur-H breeding contest. The remaining contests will pick up tomorrow, and Rick and Shawn will announce the grand champions then. Thank you all for joining us, and thank you to all the competitors—"
"Especially Brian!"
"—I'm gonna turn your mic off, you thirsty mare. All the competitors who came out to show off today, a big thank you and a huge congratulations! We'll see you again next year at the Fur-H breeding contest!"
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