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| Below the Bull Posted by: Alshire at 08-18-2014 08:30 AM, Last Modified 08-18-2014 08:30 AM |
There was a shamble of boisterous lowing cattle being loaded single file into a freight train bound for slaughter. We all knew it; we weren't as stupid as people led us to believe. Stubborn, but quick to the whip when need be. I, like many of the murmuring cattle was anxious and frankly a little edgy--who wouldn't be? My parents, who were already butchered, named me Big Ten, while my foster owners named me "sixteen-eleven" other names included: "stupid" "heavy bastard" and the ever so popular "arrogant son of a bitch". Although I was a bull, part of me felt human, as crazy as that sounds, it's the truth. My mind raced with natural wonders that I may never comprehend through my short lived life. I was after all was "just an animal".
A crack of a whip startled the herd as the cow in front of me became scared shitless. One of my four stomachs churned as I lifted my head to gag, my eyes rolled around in their sockets as a let out a low "moo" in disgust. Another crack if the whip and we were shoved into the confines of the trains’ car. The sun peaked through the crack of the car door as the train rendered into an idle stop. The wheels screeched against the rusty tracks as I lay still breathing slow, shallow breaths. My knees curled under my body, as they seemed to grow numb. I flicked my ears and tossed my head to the side as my long tongue reached and cleaned out my nasal cavity. My heart seemed to pick up speed as I ground my molars, chewing on some old, soggy cud I regurgitated. Surely this wasn't the end if the line? I kept my cool and looked around the dim lit room.
The others however, murmured in hushed panic. "Everyone be cool," I instructed coldly. My voice was so frigid and full of malice, I could if sworn I felt frost emit from the depths of my stomachs.
"Be cool, be COOL! How can we be "cool" when we’re going to be somebody's next meal! No, not today, not EVER!" The bull beside me got to his feet and half reared before charging the iron doors. I stayed where I was watching slightly amused, and slightly annoyed. I knew how humans acted. The slightest disturbance and shit hits the fan. The doors thrust open reveal a man that was tall and bulky. He wore a forest green cloak with a red patch on his arm. The patch had a white circle with a black crooked cross. I heard if these men--humans called them "Nazi’s" they were ruthless as butchers, for they were butchers themselves--I've seen. A shot rung through my ears I turned my head. The bovine was dead.
It wasn't long before we started moving again. The bull that had been shot between the eyes stared at me with his lifeless gaze. I looked at the others who tried not to look at me. They knew that I was right about staying calm. Some of them so wept quietly, as they buried their heads in their hides to cover up their grief. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The only thing I felt was a rumble in my stomach, then a large "sloshing" sound as a foul odor filled the room. If I could blush, I am sure my whole face would have turned red, as many of the cows groaned and tried to cover their noses.
"Hey, at least I don't shit myself at the crack if a whip," I snorted in protest. The cows rolled their eyes and continued to cover their noses.
The train stopped for a second time as the doors swung open. Men loaded a ramp on to the car door and walked inside with long whips. They gathered a group of cattle as many of them tried to flee in panic. I knew where this was going, and I could tell it would not end well. I was the lucky one who did not wind up being hauled off, because I kept quiet and hid behind a stack of hay. Moments passed and the doors slammed shut, leaving me alone to my thoughts and my friends I have just lost.
The car rumbled down the rickety tracks swaying to and fro as it braced itself against the harsh and bitter wind, squealing around tight frozen rail ties. I felt myself slide across the frozen room a few times, but never once hitting the other side of the wall. I didn’t know what would happen to me ever since I evaded slaughter—or did I? The more I thought about it, the more I began to wonder: Was I really bound for slaughter, or had my fate been altered by the preoccupied humans. My train of thought derailed from its original line of thought as the wheels once again slid to a screeching halt. My breathing slowed and my tail ceased of its flicking habits as I eased my way behind a pile of hay—unsure of what was about to come. I watched closely as two men thrust a young girl into the car. She was beautiful to say the least…something that isn’t seen every day. From the suns gleaming rays, she had the body of a twenty year old: hair in brown, and wavy, and her eyes…oh, her eyes lit a fire of innocence to the core, while still retaining a steel-like posture.
“You have it all wrong, I am not Jewish, I am Amish! Please, why won’t you believe me?” she pleaded. There was a heavy accent bellowing from one man.
“vecause, you var a liar,” I could hear the harshness in their tone as the talked amongst themselves in German. The man pointed to her, and made a slicing motion across his neck with a finger as they laughed, and threw in a pair of stripped, raggedy garments. “Vesides, I am just taking odors vrom higher up, nothing personal.” The girl looked at the clothes and then growled lowly. “I am not wearing that,” she retorted. The Nazi shook his head and gave a snort. “Vine, vine, then you vill freeze. Doesn’t matter, you vill be dead soon enough.” With that, the iron doors slammed shut and the train lurched into motion as the wheels began cricketing into full motion. The girl sat at the far end of the cattle car and curled her knees against her naked chest, sobbing softly to herself. I continue to watch with interest, my tail flicking with apprehension. The naked girl looked up as she unburied her face from her knees, shivering. Her eyes were diluted green that seemed to stare right through the bales of hay. Her cheeks were rose red from the bitter cold. It looked like someone took a paintbrush and smeared red acrylic oil over her face. I slowly came out of hiding from behind the hay bales and stopped where I was. When she saw me, she gasped. I flicked my ears and licked my hide with a long, coarse tongue, as my tail swung at the rear as smooth as pendulum.
The girl sat there frozen in awe, I could tell she was afraid of me—I will not deny that. I am a Chinana Oxen, I am the biggest bull for my breed…I was designed for intimidation, that is how I got the cows. I heard a soft gasp escape the young girl’s purple, chapped lips as she made no movement towards me. Time seemed to stand still as I slowly walked over to her. When I reached the girl, I put my head down to show I was not a threat. I sniffed her leg, inhaling a sweet scent of lavender and vanilla, and reached my tongue to lick her leg. She pulled it away in shock, and I pulled my head up in surprise, spooked from her sudden movement. She finally reached her hand out to me, and placed my white head into her palm. It was the most magical feeling—she had a gentle touch. I reached my tongue out, and licked her wrist, tasting her. She giggled and continued to rub my head with a soft hand. The aroma tantalized my nostrils with its sweet concoction, as she rubbed a surge of emotion rushed over me—I was in “love”.
Love what is “love” and how could it be defined? These feelings surely couldn’t be real, but they were exciting. I closed my eyes as a smooth hand ran down my face. The feeling was intoxicating.—the more she rubbed my face, the more I enjoyed it. Few times she would run a palm over my wet nose, and I would blow out cold, nostril air on her hand. What excited me more was her taste, oh, what a taste it was indeed! If she was only a wee bit smaller, I would scoop her up, and roll her around in my mouth for hours. Her sweet lavender and vanilla scent mixed with smooth, and salty skin was undeniably irresistible. I opened my eyes when she stopped rubbing to see her move away from me. Her bare naked body shivered as he pale flesh turned different colors gray since Bulls were color blind. I couldn’t understand why she was acting the way she was. Was she sick? Of course! How could I have been so stupid! Humans don’t have fur, so they rely on layers of skin called “clothes” to keep them warm…strip a person of their clothes and you strip them of their dignity, their pride, even their honor. I walked over to her and nuzzled her gently, wrapping a long, rough tongue on her cheek for comfort. I was at a loss of ideas on how to help her. I walked over to the stripped garment, and picked it up in my mouth but then dropped it with disgusts. Yuck! Hasn’t anyone washed that thing? I could see why she refused to wear it. I looked around, and cast my gaze on the hay, as I picked up a mouthful and walked over to her, dropping it into her lap. She looked at me, and then looked at the hay, trying to cover herself—it was no use. The hay was to thin and scratchy. I had to think of something, or my “love” would never survive in this cold. I let out a gruff snort as I looked at her small naked body. I felt a twinge of guilt. I looked down and noticed that I had an erection. Much to my surprise, the girl got up and snuggled against my fur, her tiny body nestling between my legs, opening up her vulnerable genitals. The tip of my elongated erection just barely fit into her socket. Although, it was an odd sensation, I have heard humans say that having intercourse retains body heat, and desperate times call for desperate measures…especially when it comes to survival. She nestled her head under my chin, and in turn, I licked her hair, affectionately.
“This is nice,” She muttered as she moved closer to me. “I am Lindsey by the way. Lindsey, Lambard.” She gave a soft chuckled and kissed me on the nose. “What difference does it make you’re just an animal, and I am just a stupid girl in love,” I looked at her, then at my erection that was snuggled into her warm embrace. I understood why my parents called me Big Ten, now. I shifted my weights slightly and Lindsey let out a soft moan of fire lit desires. When she moaned, I moaned too, letting out a soft bellow of pleasure. As I moaned, I felt something around my back, I ignored the feeling and looked at her surprised to see that she managed to have somehow strapped herself to me with a rope.
The uncontrollable desire for intimacy was so immense that I had not realized the train had stopped. The big iron doors thrust open as a cold, and bitter wind blew inside, rustling against my sleek black fur. A man by the age of his mid-twenties stepped in and scowled with severe distaste.
“The hell is this?” he demanded urgently, as he withdrew a knife and cut the ropes loose. I felt the ropes fall off me as I quickly pulled out my Big Ten from her moist socket.
“Again I ask, what the hell, is going on in here,” he demanded thrusting a sharp knife to my throat. “I ask for my uncle to send me the biggest bull he can find for harvesting, and I come to find that some leech is already harvesting precious semen for my cows!” the man looked around and saw only me and the girl, and then looked at an older man who had accompanied him. “Where are my cows, by the way,” he asked the man next to him. The man whispered in his ear, and he threw the knife in a visceral tantrum “WHAT?! WHO TOLD THE CONDUCTOR TO DROP THEM OFF AT THE SLAUGHTER HOUSE?” The girl quivered with a sense of high anxiety and fear. Boldly, I step towards the strange man, and rake a pronged hoof against the iron floor, snorting. The man stopped and looked at me with bewildered eyes.
“What, you protecting her?” he asked, “all because she pleasured you. What happens when she runs off with someone else, and you left hanging to skin your hide?” I stopped what I was doing and looked at her, my brown eyes pleaded for an answer: “Is that true?” they read. The girl stood up, and covered herself with one hand and the raggedy prison jumpsuit. She scowled and raised a finger to the man, inches away from his face.
“You have no idea what I have been through. That bull saved my life!” The man stared at her, then at the bull, and snorted.
“Fair enough,” he said coolly, “but just one more thing,” he beckoned a finger for her to lean in, and when she did so, he back handed her so hard, she fell to the floor. Enraged with shock and disbelief I lowered my head and charged my pointed horns to the man ramming them continually into the wall, sharp horns penetrating his vulnerable organs, as I pulled my horns out of his flesh. He slumped to the floor, groaning in pain, breathing softly, while holding his stomach. Lindsay walked past him and spat on him, while I kicked him in the crotch before she and I departed the train, I knelt down in the snow, and she mounted my spine with ease. I didn’t know where we were going to go, but as long as we were together, that’s all that mattered.
I waited for the girl to return to me, as she gently dismounted from my back. I looked at her and saw the girl who grabbed the rope from inside the cattle car and bring it towards me, I turned my head and followed her to a large table. Brushing the snow off a large table, she lay down and exposed her warm and moist cavern. Without hesitation, Big Ten emerged from his sheath, and slithered into unprotected area. She moaned softly as she felt the tip of the arrow lodge into her. Lindsey work efficiently to strap herself to my belly. Coming from a full grown Chinana Oxen, I didn’t have to worry about dragging her in the snow.
“Alright, I am ready,” she said sweetly from below. I looked around, and then trudged my way through the frozen land and headed into a forest. I knew that we were leaving the safety of society, but animals do stupid things when they are in love. The sun quickly dipped from the sky, and behind the rugged mountainous terrain. I pressed forward, stopping every now and then give her a break to stretch her legs. At one point she stopped and switched positions tying her to me once more so that her face was buried within my scrotum, while Big Ten rested on her face, where she would suckle it with divine pleasure. As the night appeared, the wind chill became dangerous. I looked at her, and then ran into a short trot through the forest. “Oh, yes, yes,” she moaned as nuzzled into my warm compartments. I looked back at her and shook my head, before arriving to a small cottage within the outskirts of the city. Hours had passed since we escaped the cattle car, and with every passing minuet, the wind grew bitterer.
There was a hazy orange glow emitting from a nearby cottage. I stopped for a moment, and looked at the girl. I hadn’t heard from her in a while, and was wondering if she was alright. I trudged through deep snow, before I managed to confront the tiny home. With a powerful stride, I kicked the door open and clopped my way into the house. The owner, jumped to his feet in sheer surprise.
“Hey, Hey, what are you doing, you stupid….” He stopped and dropped his glass. “Mama Mia, what is dis, some sort of joke—mockery?” The man demanded with a heavy Hispanic accent. He took out a butcher knife and cut the ropes off the girl that hung silently below my belly. The man pulled her out from under me, and set her by the fire to get a better view of her. “Mi, Mio,” he muttered. “She’s dead. Suffocation, and hypothermia,” I took a look at her and licked her cheek. The frozen skin stung my tongue. “At least she died with pleasure, mi amigo. She died with pleasure below the bull,” and with that, he kicked her body into the fire.
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