"Josh," I said, as he came closer as he dared to the pasture fence, it having a taunt wire wrapped about insulators, would if touched give a might electric jolt to any body. I looked over at then to Hazel and she motioned as if I being a school athlete, could grab at a fencepost and leap over the fence into the pasture to be nearer my friend.
Oh ho, but no sooner did I jump that fence and stand as kneel down to be more equal in stance to how Josh stood being then on all fours, and who should fade into view but that devil familiar to Hazel, her friend Baal.
"Oh god keep him away from me!" Josh wailed as he wheeled and turning did run away from me, obviously frightened by the presence of Baal.
Hazel then laughed and Baal too!
Baal looking to his witch and friend said, "They both are in the pasture, are you sure you could not use another bull?"
I heard that and I wanted to run away, but how fast can one run with a devil flying after you? There was no place to go, as I stood there rather expecting of Hazel to agree and doom me as well to being a bull like my friend Josh.
"No Baal, no I wish no evil for Kevin, he remains for now, while a true friend." Hazel said, as Baal groaned, he turning to look at me and with his golden yellow eyes he did stare. His stare is dangerous, I know now as did not understand then what he placed inside of my mind.
Hazel told her devil friend to come along and she walked toward her house as he fluttered a foot off the ground, followed willingly.
"Kevy come, you follow me," Josh said as he trotted off into the Honeysuckle thicket he came from a while before.
I followed Josh, as pressing past the woody branches of the bushes, as I stepped past them there stood Josh, he surrounded by his herd of fifty or more heifers and more mature cows.
"You got quite a herd," I commented.
"Sixty-nine at present with more on the way," Josh replied, he sounding proud of his breeding accomplishments.
"Damn him, that devil Baal is more of a monster than even his red skin could suggest. He organized and caused my transformation, but plagued me after I had changed. He set upon me sand fleas, and all sorts of biting bugs. My tail and the flicking of my ears did little to keep his insects away, and not until Hazel heard me bellowing as might a mad insane bull did she come and look as find me being tortured.
Hazel put a stop to Baal tormenting me every second of every day and night, he worked at it and me for two weeks. But, since then Hazel is in control and me or I have come to accept what is and that my being human is a part of my past. I am a bull, and my only reason to exist is to breed, mate the cows, as "Replenishing," Hazel says the species.
My life is a constant taunted beguiling of me to want as feel a dire horrible need to mate with cows. I wake early in the morning and before I can go for a drink at the trough I feel as sniff the air for the scent of a cow feeling her need. I learned to graze, as eat nearly everything placed close to my mouth. Grazing becomes a mindless act of lips movements and biting, chewing quickly as swallow only to regurgitate the greenery for calm munching of it into a saliva thickened slurry.
Each day is the same as the previous with the exception of the weather. I tell you a bull never gets a bath unless by the grace of God it rains hard and we in the herd are drenched clean. Could you imagine me being what I am now as standing under a hot shower and soaped up, my fur in a lather? Silly a thought, but odd too that after a heavy rain and when again dry my fur fluffs and I like that rare clean feeling." Josh said as he wandered his thoughts through his daily life, he seemed content for being a brute black bull.
"All at home are fine, your mom does not cry near as much, though after you disappeared the police looked for you for weeks. Tally, Jan, Bill, and me, we are all OK but miss you being there to make us laugh." I said as Josh lowered his head and closed his eyes, acting to what I thought he felt hurt and so alone.
"Sorry Josh," I said, "We each live in different worlds, you in yours is mundane but, maybe a fuller life for a fellow. I cannot tell you how much I wished I could corral Jan into a bed and..." I stopped at hearing me talking about my wild male fantasies to Josh. Reminded by his looking back up at me, he living such a fantasy. Baal had changed Josh and matured him to be equal to the task set by Hazel. Doomed, Josh stood being as feeling what young and old men wish they could do, and do without comments by society.
"Let us talk about you, as being a bull is as foreign to my manner of thinking as if in another world!" I said, and Josh razed his head as looked at me with a cocked head.
"You trying to play with me Kevy? I told you how I need to live in is a very different lifestyle. It is brutal, my cows are true-born animals, dumber than a box of rocks. Why when we stand together they lift a tail and let go their bowels, spewing manure on any other standing too close. When in winter months Hazel keeps us in the barn and corral where huddled together to keep warm we stand in pools of urine, mire, and stink.
The sexual pleasures allotted to me by being the herd bull is about the only source pleasure a bovine animal has to reflect upon and help keep a sense of calm, or sanity. Many a time I thought I should go insane from what I felt of that demanding dire horrible need what engulfs both body and mind into a singular form of lust. What you feel for Jan is as much male lust as it is a sense of want to show her how much you love her. Being a bull has nothing like that loving feeling, it is an instinct without love or any consideration for the female. Brutality rules the mind, body and causes ruination to a human soul, I am worse than doomed, I became damned by being changed into this bestial form." Josh saying, and as he finished his commenting about how he felt so dooming damned, he mooed, our time to talk was done.
I stood up and looked away from Josh to see again that Baal had returned to be near as watching.
"Joshua, it is time you become your truer self, seek then to service pretty Bella!' Baal said, and as much an order to Josh he turned his bulk black shaggy furred bull self and sauntered away swinging his bony heavy tail.
I wanted in the worst way just then to speak my mind at the devil floating there in the air. As I looked at him with my eyes and an expression of personal disdain, he grinned.
"Fool human beware, you are no match equal to my insight and intelligence. Hate me do you for what I did as made for Hazel what she that day had a distinct need. Her aged friend Thomas, he stood for some seventy-three years as her prize bull and herd sire, he died that morning when Josh entered the house and toyed with the crystal. Providential my master said, as thought well of me and my making from Josh a new herd bull to keep Hazel happy.
You still would despise me for helping world history adjust, properly!" Baal said, as he had a plan and if he could nudge his prey to argue, he gained a good reason to do what would reward him in the end.
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