Until We 'Meat' Again

Chapter 1: Must I Really 'Hide' My Shame?

A few years past since I was fixed by Farmer Chadwick, things definitely did not get better, however, they have not gotten worse either; I do not know why the farmer is keeping me around, usually he does not keep his steers very long, for they serve no purpose to him, I guess he must have forgotten about me. I suppose I should count my self as lucky, even though I am no longer in my prime, and no longer have my manhood, at least I'm still alive, which is more than a lot of others can say.

Bell, the love of my life, has not even made eye contact with me since the incident and I am 'utterly' sick of it. I am still the same cow as I was before, large and strong. Loving eyes, a shiny ebony coat, and passion to match, however it is apparent she is only into mating, bad luck for me.

I heard a rumour around the barnyard that Farmer Chadwick is sending out more of his animals to the land of the unknown. Big metal trucks drive into our home, take some of our family, and leave, our friends are never seen again. One thing is for sure, however, that they only seem to be interested in the steers, so I guess I will have to finally leave this hell hole.

I decided to say goodbye to Bell first, if she never sees me again, I figure she should at least know my feelings for her. I pucker up my courage and approach her. "Hey Bell," I say awkwardly.
"Uhh, I would rather not be seen talking to you," she told me, and started walking away. I knew that I had to say what was on my mind quick or I would never get the chance again.
"I love you!" I blurted out into the open, her head slightly turned towards me, and continued to walk away, that figures.

So in the middle of the night I got up, went across the field and came across a mouse. However this was no ordinary mouse, it was a miniature Bell, who crawled from a hole.
"Hey cutie," she said, "let's see if you're as fixed as you say you are." Upon finishing that sentence she jammed her entire little body up into my genitals, squirming around like an octopus. Her mouth unhinged like a snake and went all around my tip, she went up and down the full length of my shaft. However the uncomfortable part was that my instrument penetrated out of her rear, how did she not die?

The motions continued on until she clenched her teeth and bit me! With that I awoke with a start and knew I had to leave, when I got off the ground it was wet, I must have peed.

I jumped the fence and left the barn, wondering far and wide. I stumbled upon many wonders until I finally came upon a group of buffalo, it seems they were sending their young off to greener pastures. As the children ran off, one father buffalo ran after his kid and hugged him, looked him the eye and whispered, "Bye'son'."

Moments such as that became a regular sight for me, animals happy about themselves. For a whole year all I was thinking about is how much I hated myself and how I had to 'hide' my shame, but no, that could not continue any longer.