"Moooooooooooo!" bellowed Daphne, as Erik expertly milked the cow dry.
Erik felt the udders shift, and merge. He was holding a single udder as the last drop fell into the bucket, and realized he was no longer holding an udder or milking a cow.
"Yeow!" bellowed Devon, "What're you doing, Erk?"
"The man at the pet shop said that you'd only be a cow or anthrocow forever. So I don't think this will last. You better stay here, while I figure this out. And get your milk inside before it spoils," Erik said as he carried the pail away.
Devon looked confused and humiliated. He was naked in a barn, and apparently his brother had just filled that pail with milk? His milk? He remembered going into the pet shop, and there was that hairy bull man. Devon got hard again. He couldn't stop thinking about the handsome masculine, wonderful smelling Highland bull. He licked his lips. Then he grabbed his legs and huddled in a fetal position in the hay in the corner of his stall. Where were his clothes? What had happened?
Eventually, he was able to stand. He peeked over the edge of the stall. The barn was in his own backyard? When had that happened? How much time had passed? He thought about streaking across the yard, and going up to his room to dress. But every time a foot ventured from his stall, he remembered Erik's words. He had to stay. Why did he have to stay? Why did he have to obey? It was like magic or something?
Inside the house, Erik put the pail of milk in the kitchen, and left it with his mother. He went upstairs, and pulled out the satchel he acquired in pet shop. There was a small leather bound book, a scrying crystal, a quill and parchment. Carefully, Erik wrote the question on the paper; "Devon is a human male again. Why isn't he a cow?"
He grabbed the crystal in one hand, and held it against the paper, and raised his quill in the other hand. This was how automatic writing was supposed to work, right? He was supposed to write the answer.