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."
