The Chad had been penetrated. He felt Bruno the bull's nose nuzzle his ear. The bull's thing He licked his ear and cheek. Bruno was humming a tune softly. It was familiar. His body rocked in time to the tune. Chad sniffled. Bruno started to sing. It was a nursery rhyme.
"The farmer in the dell. The farmer in the dell. Heigh ho the derry oh, the farmer in the dell. The farmer takes his wife, the farmer takes his wife. Heigh ho the derry oh, the farmer in the dell. The bull takes the cow...."
Chad was losing it. The scent of the bull, of Bruno, was intoxicating. The motion, tVhe music, the presence of Bruno: overwhelmed. So warm, so hot. So massive, so muscular. Each thrust seemed to punctuate Chad's new role in the world. He was cow, he was herd. Cowherd? No, that was Zeb. Cow = Chad. Chad= man? No. Cow. Bruno leads herd. Chad part of herd. Chad cow. Follow Bruno.
Slosh. Bruno was filling Chad. Emptiness filled.
Bruno sang, "the swimmer takes the quarterback..."
One of the cows asked, "what's a qwaterbuck?"