Cannibal 4H Chapter Five: A Brother Visits by Eurytion
SEVERAL WEEKS HAD GONE BY since 701's arrival when a familiar yellow truck
pulled into the farm's loading dock causing Joey a great deal of apprehension.
Behind the wheel of the truck was his friend Billy, former brother to cow 701.
Joey had only seen Billy once since Valerie had been assigned to him at the
fair. It wasn't that pleasant of a memory.
Billy walked around to the back of the truck and dropped the tailgate. He waved
to Joey and began to unload bags of grain onto the dock. Steeling himself, Joey
approached the dock. Billy seemed friendly enough now but that might not mean
anything. The last time they had talked Billy was more than pissed off that Joey
hadn't come up with a way to save his sister from becoming a conversion.
"Need any help with that, Billy?"
"Nope. I think I can get it alright. But thanks for asking." Joey could smell
the ale on Billy's breath.
"Not a problem. If you need anything else just let me know." No sooner had Joey
said these words then he began kicking himself mentally. Jesus, you take your
friend's sister, turn her into a cow to be slaughtered and eaten, tell him you
can't help get her back to human status and then, the very next time you see
him, say 'If you need anything just let me know. You really are a dickhead.
"If you've got a few minutes after I get done unloading I really need to talk
with you."
"Sure, Billy. I'll be by the feedlot. Come on over when you're through."
Joey's sense of uneasiness grew with every bag Billy unloaded. He remember their
last talk, just after Valerie had been dropped of at McCain's.
"Damn it, Joey. You're my friend, maybe my best friend. She's my sister. You've
got to help me get her back. There's got to be something we can do."
"Look, there isn't. Don't you think if there was I would have done it. Valerie
lost her identification badge. Under the fair rules that made her fair game.
Your folks knew that when they signed the permission slip for her to attend. No
badge and you're meat. I didn't make the rules."
"No, but you sure as hell did take advantage of them to snatch up the chance to
claim her."
"Damn it Billy, what was I supposed to do? Al Crenshaw said if I didn't claim
her he was going to have her butchered right there. This way your folks at least
got to say goodbye to her."
"Oh, yeah. That was great. They got to say goodbye while she was standing in a
byre and had a tag through her ear. A real Kodak moment, something to put in
the family album.
"Don't you remember from English class 'If it were done when 'tis done, then
'twere well it was done quickly.' We'd all have been better off if you'd just
have let them eat her at the fair. Then this would be over with and we could get
on with our lives. You're my friend. I expected better from you."
The sound of a tailgate clanging shut made Joey flinch. Striding toward him with
a serious look on his face, Billy was brushing his hands against each other to
get off the chaff from the bags. To Joey it looked like the hands were squeezing
on an imaginary throat.
Before Joey could say anything, Billy held up one hand, palm facing upright and
forward.
"Joey, we've been friends since we were five. I can't count the number of
scrapes we've been in together. Jeeze, I still remember that time I fell out of
the tree and broke my leg. You carried me on your back through the woods for
almost a mile until we reached the road. I owe you an apology. More than an
apology really.
"It wasn't easy just after --- well you know when --- and I said a lot of things
then that I really didn't mean. We were all in shock about the conversion.
Sure, you sign the forms to get into the fair and you know the rules but you
never expect anyone you know to become human cattle, let alone a member of the
family. Mom & Dad had some fights about whose fault it was letting Val go in
the first place and then who it was that let her go by herself. I felt rotten
because I wasn't there. Kept telling myself that I would have kept an
eye on her and made sure she didn't lose the badge.
"The truth is that shit does happen. And sometimes it happens to people that you
love. I know that Valerie is gone. She's been converted and what's there in her
place is just another human cattle, a bipedal cow. Like I said, it wasn't easy
coming to grips with this. I even went to a shrink for a couple of grief
counselling sessions on how to handle all of this crap. Me at a shrink's
office. I thought that was only for wankers and whiners.
"Anyhow, I wanted to tell you that I don't blame you. It wasn't your fault. Mr.
Crenshaw told me you didn't want to claim her. You did what you could. Val's the
one who let her badge go astray. You didn't sneak up and take it from her. After
that Val was a maverick, not a free human. I don't blame you for claiming her. I
really don't. Friends or not, I'd have done the same thing in a minute if Linda
Sue had lost her badge.
"Hell, remember when we were about 14. We used to camp out back in the west
meadow at my place. At night while we choked the chicken, we'd talk about which
of our classmates we'd like to see shoved on a spit. It was always Alice Kipfer
and Linda Sue. You couldn't find a spit strong enough to hold Alice these days.
We'd have to treble-hook her to hang her in the smoker. Linda Sue though ... I
remember wrestling you to see who got first dibs on Linda Sue's knockers. I
still say you cheated. Anyway, I'm sorry for what I said." Billy held out his
hand to Joey in friendship who took it.
Their day's work done and several six-packs later, the two reunited mates were
sitting on the dock in the loading bay wasting time.
"Billy, I don't want to pick at a healing scab but how are your parents doing?
Are they ok?"
"Like I said, it was tough but they're tough people. They're getting better with
it. They don't fight about it anymore. They've been with me to the grief
counsellor and that's helped all of us. Something else that helped was your
returning the cameo. That was my great-grandmother's and it's been in the family
for years. My mom knew I was coming over and she wanted me to thank you for her.
"Your dad was good about all this too. With that extra money for the crops and
all. He didn't have to do that. But it does help with things." Billy took
another swallow of beer then crumpled the empty can and tossed it aside.
"Joey, I came over here today to do two things beside deliver your grain. One
was to ask pardon for my behaviour and the other --- well the other was to ask
to see your new cow."
Again, before Joey could say anything, Billy held up his hand. "I know what
you're thinking right now. I don't blame you. But the grief counsellor says we
need closure and that one way of getting it is to see the cow for ourselves.
Look, I'm not using her old name because that person is gone. I'd use her number
if I knew it."
"701, you're talking about cow 701."
"Thanks. 701 it is then. I need to do this Joey. I need to see 701 as the cow
she is, not as the person she once was. I'm not going to get all weirded out on
you. But this is something I need to do and I'm asking you as a friend to let me
do it."
"Are you sure you're up to this? This is some serious stuff we're talking about
here."
"The shrink says I need to do it and I think he's right. I'm as ready as I'm
ever going to be."
"Then let's do it. You can wait in the ready room while I get her cleaned up and
then..."
"Nope. That's no good. I want to see cow number 701 just the way she is. If
she's covered in her own crap and stinks to high heaven, that's good. If I could
see her with a mouth full of hay, chewing away contentedly on her cud that'd be
better yet. She's an animal, she's bipedal cattle, she's a feast on two feet.
That's what I need to see. Hell, that's what I want to see. I can't deal with
the idea that this is happening to my sister. I have to know that its happening
to a cow."
Joey opened the Ragnarok door and Billy stepped resolutely inside the veal pen.
He took a moment to familiarize himself with the room's layout and then picked
up a herding staff. Striding over to the cage, he lifted the gate, inserting
the pegs to hold it open. Cow 701 crawled out of her confinement.
Guiding 701 to the shower with the herding staff, Billy took a moment to examine
the animal before him. It looks like Val, he thought. But it's not. Just keep
remembering that this cow isn't Val and you'll be fine. After checking the
temperature of the water, Billy began to rise the cow off. His hands roamed over
her body, at first businesslike, then with increasing carnality. Shutting off
the water, he cupped the young cow's clean breasts in the palms of his hands and
began to squeeze and massage their tiny surface. His own personal staff began to
rise.
Moving 701 out of the shower, Billy vigorously applied a towel to her skin. At
times his fingers slipped from the towel's surface to outline a rib or the swell
of the small tits. The juvenile cow seemed to enjoy the attention, pressing
herself back against Billy's hands, her tongue slipping occasionally from an
o-shaped mouth.
Billy paid special attention to the cow's legs, kneading her thighs until the
animal winced. He was particularly entranced with her vaccination scar which
looked like a pressed flower. Using the herding staff, Billy encouraged the cow
to spread her legs wide, but other than the briefest touch, left her genitals
unstroked. After 701 turned around he lingered over her buttocks, at one point
resting his cheek briefly on her cheeks.
When the cow was thoroughly dry, Billy left her with Joey and went to the
storage racks at the side of the pen. There he took a large bucket made of
galvanized tin of the shelf. The bucket had a rubber appendage sticking through
on one side. This was the bucket's teat through which the cow would suck her
liquid nourishment.
Measuring the powered mix carefully, Billy spoke to Joey for the first time.
"That's a fine cow you've got there Joey. I think you've got another blue ribbon
sown up for sure." His voice was even and calm. But the front of his pants stood
almost straight out from his body, a spreading wet stain at the farthest point
belying his seeming control.
Billy brought the bucket over to 701, who immediately knelt down in front of
him. This was, after all, part of the usual feeding routine. Her hands reached
up to Billy as though in supplication. Startled, Billy took a step backwards.
"Billy, It's ok man. That bucket of formula isn't the only nourishment that cow
wants from you. She's just trying to show it."
Trembling slightly, Billy stepped forward again. Like an automaton his hands
moved of their own volition to unbuckle his belt. To the companionship of a
sound like a scale being played on a zither, his zipper was lowered, the sides
of his fly parting like the Red Sea. Out poked a hard cock encased in white
cotton made almost translucent by his leaking precum. His shorts were almost
torn in his haste to free his tumescent member from its captivity.
Then cow 701 leaned forward, her ovaled lips passing over the helmet-like head
of her former brother's cock, compressing its flesh as they progressed back and
forth across the stiff ridges. Billy began to moan. Her lips sealed around his
dick like an o-ring. Her tongue danced a tarantella of delight around his
prick's perimeter. Each stoke of her warm silky mouth squeezed Billy as though
he was a tube of toothpaste with one last brush worth inside. Billy's legs began
to shake. The young heifer increased the force of her suction. Billy could feel
the sides of her cheeks rubbing along the sides of his prick.
Billy's knees buckled and he fell to the floor. Her contact with his penis
temporarily broken, cow 701 followed him to the concrete, twisting her body
around in the process. Looking up Billy saw her legs looming over his head and
falling fast. In self-defense he put up a hand but that only succeeded in
spreading her thighs apart. 701 landed on the floor with a thud, her knees
bookending Billy's head.
As the cow returned to her assault on Billy's cock, Billy reached up with both
hands to her ass and mashed the girl's cunt onto his face. His nose rubbed
fiercely against the top of her triangle, his lips pressing against hers while
his tongue wiggled its slippery way toward an entry into her pussy. She tastes
delicious, he thought, spicy and clean. All those times she'd walk in on me in
the bathroom at home, or when she'd prance bare-assed past me in the hall,this
is what I should have done. I don't care if she was my sister, or is my sister
or if she's a cow. It doesn't matter now. I just want to come.
And come he did. Billy thought he could have filled the bucket with the sperm
this cow was coaxing from his cock. He expected his balls to be shrivelled down
to the size of two early spring peas from the vigorous vacuuming cow 701 had
given them. Certainly the cow's face would be covered with his cock cream, a
result of the copious spending he just enjoyed.
As 701 lifted herself off his body, Billy was surprised to see no traces of
sperm on her face. I'll be damned. The little heifer swallowed it all, every
last drop. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Joey, a stiff cock grasped
in his rapidly moving hand. 701 moved quickly over to Joey and, again knelling
in front of him, stuck her tongue out as far as it would go. Joey stopped
masturbating and placed his dick on the flat of the young girl's tongue.
Sitting up, Billy watched in disbelief as her tongue curled up at the edges,
wrapping Joey's dick in an oral blanket, like a hot dog in a bun. She pulled
Joey deep into her mouth and began to replicate her majestic ministrations with
much the same results. Because this was far from his first time, Joey was able
to keep his balance and remain upright to the finish.
After 701's went for the formula bucket with all the ardour she showed for male
genitalia, Joey and Billy put her back in the cage and went outside for a couple
more stubies. Walking out to the truck with Billy, Joey talked about the
evening's activities.
Billy assured Joey that, as far as he was concerned, that was a cow in the veal
pen, not his sister and, even if she was his sister it was worth converting her
just to get blow-jobs like the one he'd enjoyed. Joey told Billy he was welcome
to help with the feeding anytime he wanted. Then he asked Billy the question
that had been on his mind since their afternoon conversation.
"You said that the shrink said seeing cow 701 was one way to bring closure. But
your folks haven't come here yet. Are they doing to do that or are they going to
do something else?"
Billy was silent for nearly a minute. "Man, I thought they should come. But the
shrink says there's more than one way to skin a cow if you'll pardon the sick
pun. Mom and Dad have decided to do it a different way."
It was Joey's turn to be silent as he waited for his friend to continue.
"Basically, what I did tonight is really only the first piece in getting
closure. Because my folks saw their daughter in a stall with a tag in her ear,
they can skip this part. There's really only two more things we have to do."
"And those are?"
"We have to be there when they butcher her and then we have to eat her."
