John lay quiet till morning sun was high in the sky. He raised his great head as he saw his ranch foreman approach with two other men. All had ropes and took up positions around him.
The lassos flew and fell over John the bull's head. Slowly he got up but made no attemp to escape. In fact one of the men remarked as how tame this bull was, and then noted he was not branded yet.
Ben Franke the foreman ordered the this bull be placed with the new Hereford bull in a pen. Then he turned to one of the men and ordered two branding irons be readied.
John's mind was clear and active. His human understanding was as normal is if human. Yet the bull form gave in to instincts and made his actions throughly bovine. As John was led to the pen he thought of the minutes ahead.
"Branding, Oh no I don't want to be marked as one of the cattle, John stood thinking for a moment."
ZAP, as a cattle prod unloaded it's charge and cleared all thoughts except to run ahead. "I swear this bull has gotten bigger in the last thirty minutes. Look at his hind quarters, don't his flanks seem wider and his belly lower. Hey even his sheath is larger and deeper, said Ben Johnson."
John turned and looked at Ben, he knew his body was maturing as he walked alone. Ben and John were good friends when John was human. Although Ben was often somewhat crude in his humor, they both liked farm life.
After some time John saw Jarred walked down the pen isle and into his holding pen. Jarred walked in and standing still stared at the other bull for a moment. Snorting and pawing the earth he looked as the mad bull.
John felt fear well up inside him as he considered how much of Jarred was in control of his beastial self. Jarred trotted around the right side of the pen as Jarred stood his ground.
Jared came closer and closer, head held low he butted his skull against John's black head. Each bull pressed their skull against the other as if to fight for the prize of some cow's butt. As they touch the human thoughts were passed from one human mind to the other.
"Jarred what are you doing, thought John?"
"John, John Killingsworth, what the Hell how did you get to be a bull like me, thought the big Hereford human?"
At the same time both minds thought, "The Medallion Buckle!"
As each continued to keep the show going they pawed the ground snorting and pressing their heads together.
Jarred asked,"Got any yet?"
John snorted, "About ten or so lost count last night. I never thought the smell of a cow's butt could get me turned on! How have you been getting along?"
"Damn it you auta' know having me locked up in that stall for days! Hell I'm so horny I even grew horns! Lets keep this show going old friend, said Jarred!"
John's bull tongue popped out and liked his lips and nostril.
"How's the picking, says Jarred looking at John's bovine action?"
"Hell Jarred you know full well these bull bodies make us do things as a bull would, so don't make fun of me! Hey if you what to laugh turn and see Ben and Ben coming each with a branding iron!"
Standing side by side a if to ward off a common enemy the two bull's stood their ground not wishing to feel the firey' sting of those irons.
Lassos and much dancing around soon acomplished the fact. Both bulls stood bellowing as the hair on each's flanks smoked away.
"Damn Jarred I'll never have that done to any animal dumb or not, my ass hurts!"
Suddenly Ben Johnson splashed the bulls with a bucket of water cooling the smoldering hair and burnt skin. "There boss the fire's out, said Ben."
Sitting on the fence rail Ben Johnson smiled and looked down at Jarred. Stunned he watched as the massive bull reached his head up and gave a friendly like at Ben's boot.
Ben and Ben both remarked, "Seems thankful and friendly!"
"Ben push these two out to pasture for a week and let them mingle with the cows, said the foreman."
John looked at Jarred as he looked at John, both knew they were being put out to sire as any cows as possible in one week.
Side by side as friends they quickly trotted out of the pen, down the lane and out to hundreds of waiting cows. "Ahh Friend's forever get to fuck together, John don't lose count now!"
Each bull bellowed at the other and walked quickly to meet the cows.