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Felicia hummed to herself as she sat crouched down on the barnyard floor, back and tail brushing the mound of hay, loose and in stacks, that vaguely resembles a cross between a bed and a throne. The back a little higher, the sides stacked neatly, while the center was a not-quite-loose mess of straw, with a white sheet folded over it so the stalks wouldn't poke into her bare skin when she finally laid back. She wanted to purr, but she stopped herself, so as to not disappoint the gleaming eyes and perked up ears of all the farmhands- Or... Farmhooves and farmpaws- That stood circling around her, taking up just about every space available with their heavy pelts and bulky bodies, or crowding in the loft that stood up a short set of L-shaped stairs to her right. The camera's- Most of them- were set up above as well, the only humans in the room operating them at either corner of the loft, or making adjustments to where more camera's hung from the rafters to maximize coverage, though a handful of small tripods were set up at every angle from the ground. But the most unusual device was the boom-mic, lowered down carefully from the ceiling just above the hay. One of the human's was carefully operating it, making sure it hovered above her head, just the sound of her breath enough to trigger a small flickering of light from the meter that sat loosely attached to one of the posts that held up the loft, a camera set up dedicated to nothing more than recording the three dozen or so tiny bars that measured out her voice. The meter wasn't the true mark of measurement- It picked up all sounds, there were more complicated machines that would sort and filter out the necessary things to give a most accurate reading- But it worked well as a visual for the audience.

Purring would mean ruining the contest. Excitement had left her forgetting who had really proposed the idea to begin with- A casual remark from her would have left her producers gears spinning just as readily as a paid request from this farmhouse or their own industrious thoughts. Her cheeks felt oddly warm- This was hardly the first show she'd done, hardly the first... Lewd show she'd done, but the idea that her purring would act as the trigger for the contest left the cat oddly... Embarrassed. She couldn't really explain why. Purring was something she did all the time, without even thinking about it, it wasn't even a personal effect. But the idea that her purrs were being measured now, would be recorded for the camera, that made it more personal than receiving a dozen dicks in a short span of time- Though she'd done that before too. It was hardly her audience either- A few four-legged dogs stood beside several four-legged horses standing beside many four-legged cows, with a handful of critters ranging from foxes to donkeys to a massive, shaggy shape that might have been a bear in a darkly lit corner. No pigs, which Felicia found unusual until she actually thought about the only real use a pig had at a farm.

An unusual audience, but Felicia loved animals dearly, and this farm in particular belonged to the magically or mundanely- No one was ever sure which, even themselves- Sapient and intelligent animals that somehow roamed the world. The look of unabashed lust and curiosity that half of them gave her didn't even spark a hint of shame in the naked cat- She knew she was pretty, she knew all sorts of beings wanted to fuck her, and with how much enjoyment she felt over a pleased audience, the only thing that stopped her from fucking everyone back was time. She never had enough of it. But she also lived a very casual life nowadays, so that was OK. She smiled openly at everyone who's eyes she could catch, smiled at the way equine shafts flared and smacked up into bellies, or the sight of some very pink or tips. Not a few creatures shuffled about and slipped upon the backs of their counterparts, and while a few were shrugged off, it seemed that these animals were about as open with their sexual behaviors as their common kin, many tails and shaggy pelts bobbing about, and there was a lot less care about who was on bottom than Felicia would have expected. The taps of claws and hooves almost made the cat giggle with how vigorous it was, it made her tail flick.

Her deepest smile was reserved for the horse and the dog that stood apart from the rest, equine to the right of her, canine to the left, but centered in the light with her. They were her contestants- A tall grey stallion with dappled patches of white and black covering his flank, mane and tail stark black with streaks of white in it, his pelt short but thick enough to ripple with the slightest twitch. Streaks of white patterned his face, forming a crest around his forehead and spots along the ears. The dog was just a german shepherd, pelt thicker and shaggier than most, but he was about the size Felicia would have expected, and other than the thickness of his coat there wasn't much about him to stand out. Both were healthy animals in their prime, and both had their eyes affixed on the girl with acute interest, the dog's tail wagging and the horse's hooves twitching eagerly. Felicia glanced up to a flicker of movement from one of the human's hands, grinning at the thumbs-up she received. This was being filmed live, and there would be an announcer dubbing in another location- They needed as much silence as possible here- But she was still the star.

Inhaling briefly, Felicia shifted her head the appropriate distance from the mic, and released a bright, perky, and very loud meow that made the meter flare to a red without making the audio crackle! Though several bars still remained unlit from the top. It was the signal for them to start.

Felicia rolled her hips and sat gingerly on the hay-pile behind her, letting her tail flick alongside one of her legs. She wasn't supposed to do a thing for this performance, just follow the guidings of either of the critters before her while they had their little 'war'. The dog seemed to reach her first with a more urgent and peppy stride as they both stepped forward, but the horse's blunted nose scooped down between her legs before the dog could reach it, the Shepherd's ears both folding back as he could only watch the horse's fat, broad tongue spill out. Smacking wetly against Felicia's pocketed lips, the feline's hum turning to a little rumble at the sensation of that large, blunted muscle churning against her folds. It was a *very* accurate licking, the smooth length tugging at her flesh and only the way her fur caught at the sticky saliva kept the stallion from delving into her outright. He had to fight for her pleasure, rolling and kneading his tongue along until it finally breached through! Slopping damp saliva over her insides, swirling along tender flesh and delving in far deeper than Felicia had realized a horse's tongue could go. It was sticky and flexible, and incredibly accurate pressing this way and that and making Felicia shudder. Her purr flared, rising several points on the meter, and would have been deeper if her nostrils weren't flaring as well. Legs spreading, clenching over and shaking to pull away from the equine's muzzle, her tail lashing across his chest, arms both folding down to pet and press his nose urgently downwards- Accidentally covering up his nostrils.

She hadn't realized she'd done that, and he hadn't made any fuss, until he pulled his tongue out so he could breath and recover a moment. But the dog was waiting at her knee, and before either of them realized it- His tongue was smacking down in wet, rapid strokes. It was smoother than the horse's tongue, smaller, but that just meant it could be quicker as well. Saliva slathering over Felicia's crotch, his haste covering for his inaccuracy, making the feline moan and pant out as he struck down again and again over her clit, swiping over with rhythmic timing. Her purr did deepen, when she wasn't panting out for more air, and he quivered with eagerness and anticipation.

It wasn't long before Felicia realized he was scrambling up her body, denying the huffing horse access even further, his paws poking and kneading over Felicia's soft figure before he found position, and a heavy sheath rolled into her crotch. The narrow taper glanced off several times, scraping along her belly or thigh, thickening as it did, so when he finally struck down into her saliva-laden crotch, it pierced through with a squelch. A chubby length as round and almost as wrinkle as a sausage driving through her passage, widening even further and smoothing out as it ground down through. The canine's hips jostled as he humped down with intensity, hips dragging and thrusting forward with an urgent sense of need, the shepherd forgetting the contest entirely as he just focused on his rut. Paws clenching into her waist, squeezing into it, wet sloppy squelches to be heard as his seed splashed out inside of her, an unswollen knot popping in and out and he panted noisily- But not so noisily as to override the feline's deep purr that roared upon the mic, raising the meter from a light green to a lighter orange, her hips jerking about with orgasmic pleasure.

The canine's seed leaked from the edges of her slit, dribbling down the curving sides of the feline's crotch and pooling over her tailhole and tail when the Equine dipped his head down and grasped the German Shepherd's tail, just barely keeping him from knotting her. Felicia blinked, her purr wavering, and the dog yelped and whined as he was pulled back, but it had been agreed upon before that the knot would either have to come last or not at all for the sake of production value. The canine huffed, his cock throbbing and cum still spurting out across the floorboards, but he stood aside as the stallion stepped forward, hooves settling themselves above Felicia's shoulders while his cock swung up with a casual motion of his hips. The smooth, dense meat resting heavily upon the feline's belly, dragging idly and smearing the dog's cum around. Seeming to test her, or test himself, the length stiffening just with this casual contact with her skin, until he gracefully dragged himself back, and then slotted himself forward. His blunted head utilizing the canine's mess to slide through easily, horse and girl shuddering with pleasure as heat and wet wrapped around him, his shaft grinding through.

Felicia's mind went blank at the sensation. It was... Perfect. The perfect weight, the perfect texture, the perfect speed. It was almost the perfect size- A little smaller and there wouldn't be so much of a pinch to the way she stretched- But that was tolerable for the way he rolled his hips gingerly along. Inch after inch plunging inside in a rotating fashion, but he was gentle and careful- Everything a truly feral horse could not be. Unfortunately for the rules of the context, no matter how Felicia's voice might cry out, no matter how much she drooled or shuddered and kicked out with orgasm, it was her purr that was required to win. And as the horse's semen flowed through her in thick spurts, as her flattened ears bobbed and twitched at the tips, as she shuddered and clenched her thighs in harder, felt her walls spasm with more intensity than they had before in her entire life, she was too far gone to purr.

The equine's flared head popped out of her cunt with a wet squelching sound, cum drooling from her body in heavy gobs that flowed like an emptying jug, and the dog was declared the winner. Felicia was purring in a mindless fashion minutes after her orgasm-sponsored high came down, loudly enough to make many question if the declaration needed to be reconsidered, but there were no real stakes in the matter, and there was a show to get along.

It had been a sort of unspoken agreement, the aftershow. The contest was never going to last very long- Males had trouble lasting, and animals didn't have a real concept of it. So when several members of the audience surged forward, the cameras and Felicia herself were both ready for it. The fox was what made up first, utilizing his smaller size to hop up through the crowd and over the nested hay, standing tall and proud as he tucked his paws down over Felicia's thighs and wasted no time humping into her. His cock smaller, probably the smallest one there, but it made wet squelches like nothing else could from the sheer vigor of his thrusts, the smooth length bulging at the base with a rapidly swelling knot too narrow to find purchase. It smacked in and out of her, the vulpine's muzzle spread wide and his tongue lolled in a delighted expression, not caring he wasn't knotting- His cum spurted into hot, sticky mess that already filled Felicia's cunt. That was enough. He grinned snootily at the males that had crowded themselves around the cat's hay as he panted out, his cock flopping from her body suddenly, bringing with it a wet smack of seed that was the two contestants as much as his own, his cock gleaming as it humped along her belly before he shivered forcibly and released a hot spray of golden liquid right over her navel, the liquid mixing with the cum and mostly dripping down the sides of her belly, but its potent scent sent the the other animals off with snorts and huffs and barks of protest!

The brown-coated stallion that replaced the fox *slapped* the head of his cock down over her belly, nostrils flaring while his hooves adjusted to let the border collie wriggle through and mount just above his breasts. The stallion's cock was flaring, and hot piss quickly spilled across her belly with enough force it flowed up between her breasts! Felicia could feel the stream bubbling its way up to her collarbone before it dropped on back, dribbling down over the edges of her tits and curving around her ribs, washing away most of the vulpine's mess. The dog, clenching his paws over the back of her head, humped greedily into her face, but shifted away from her mouth as she tried to capture his penis inside of it. Instead, he forced his hips still and let his taper rest against her forehead, the girl wincing when she felt another hot rush flow out across her scalp, soaking her hair by the roots, and making the comparatively smaller flow sluice down the back of her neck or run down in streams over her face, eyes clenching shut so they wouldn't be filled. They were panting as they marked her, both of them, engaging in a war of scents no matter how civilized they might have otherwise been, struggling to mark her as theirs in a very primal way. Felicia loved it. She loved it a little less when the dog ended up knotting her face, his cock pulsing as it scraped down her throat and released heavy jets of watery seed, his bunched up sheath fur grinding along her nose and cheeks! Thighs blanketing over the sides of her face, tucking and holding in as tightly as his paw. The stallion was quick, his flare dropping some as he penetrated her down below, but expanding rapidly to release heavy jets of pressurized cum, even harder than the contestant had been.

With her face occupied by the dog's knot, the animals were left with her tail. Two smaller male equines- Felicia thought they were twins, and couldn't tell if they were younger or ponies- They fought for space along her hips. Each releasing a jet of urine that soaked over her thighs and ran down her ankles as their flanks and shoulders kept nudging each other for space. They fought, and both of them managed to penetrate her at separate points, but ultimately one released inside of her while the other ground along her belly, slipping along supple skin, until his flare pulsed and a hot wave of cream jetted up to strike the mounted dog's legs and her breasts, even more force than when they'd urinated. They slipped off, and were replaced by what Felicia thought might have been a donkey, who thankfully just wanted to dig himself down into her cunt, but the feline couldn't be sure of the species with a dog coming up on her left, insisting she use her hand, and a horse on her right that was content to just awkwardly rub himself down over her breasts. The donkey came while the dog humped into her palm, rich jets of warmth and wet sprinkling down to her shoulder as she squeezed into his knot and the equine's orbs, rubbing them and swirling them as he flared and oozed semen over her chest.

Felicia wasn't sure how long it all lasted. Horses seemed to be the most numerous, and the most demanding in how they took her, but the dogs were the most needy, knotting or humping into her from this angle and that and holding themselves there until forced away, and they often returned for seconds. The fox came back too, the moment the Collie had managed to pull his knot out of her mouth with an apologetic wuff he was there to take the other male's place, his spindly shaft far easier to manage, though the potent flavor of his cum made the cat shiver. He did not pee again, but he did release a lot of semen into the cat's hair. An act that was far less messy after the horse came, and despite Felicia's best efforts, released his thick load all over her head. Saturing fuzz and hair and skin far more thoroughly than the cat could have anticipated, and even the next horse's best efforts with a hose of a shaft couldn't wash it all away.

All in all, it was quite a wondrous day turned to night! Only one of the producer's demands that anyone who'd gotten a turn had to leave keeping the cat from being there 'till morning, the haypile squishing beneath her with all the fluids that had soaked her and it by the time it was all done .