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HEED THIS ADMONITION. IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL HAVE ONLY YOURSELF TO BLAME!

The story which follows this caution is intended for mature adults only
and should only be accessed and/or downloaded if doing so would not
violate any legal edicts adhered to in your locale.

Why are you being given this counsel? Because this is an intense story
of the raising of humans as livestock and the consumption of human
flesh.

This is not Rebbecca of Sunnybrook Farm.

Cannibal 4H chronicles the saga of two young people, Joey Geryon and his
girlfriend Linda Sue and their adventures in raising human cattle.  It
contains death, family tragedy, incest (at least this week), sex with
humans and human cattle and people eating people.

A new instalment of this ongoing tale is posted every Friday in ASSC and
on Saturdays in ASS & ASSM. Each instalment contains one or two
chapters. This is instalment three and contains Chapter Five of my
continuation of the original story Cannibal 4H by Neuralmancer. Previous
instalments may be downloaded from Deja News' archive of ASSC. Upon its
completion the entire story will be sent to Black Plague.

Remember, you have been warned.
 
Again, my thanks to Neuralmancer for allowing me to be a sharecropper on
his farm. 
	
Eurytion 



Our story so far:

In Chapter One: A New Project by Neuralmancer --- we meet Joey who lives
on a human cattle ranch owned by his father. His girlfriend, Linda Sue,
uses her feminine charm to convince Joey's dad to allow Joey to raise
and enter a human cattle in the upcoming judging at the Cannibal 4H
fair.

In Chapter Two: The Fair by Neuralmancer --- Joey and Linda Sue take
their human cow to the fair. Watching the activities in the butchering
tent leads them to an afternoon of carnal delight, followed by a repast
of medium done portions of human cattle thigh and rump well covered with
barbecue sauce, onions and mushrooms. Joey envisions Linda Sue rotating
about a cooking flame.

In Chapter Three: The Slaughtering by Eurytion --- we find Joey and
Linda Sue on their way to Japan, reminiscing about their first Cannibal
4H fair. We meet Al Crenshaw, owner of Crenshaw Superior Meats who has
bought Joey's blue ribbon-winning cow. Joey and Linda Sue lend a hand in
the slaughtering.

In Chapter Four: A Maverick's Conversion by Eurytion --- Linda Sue
catches Valerie, Joey's 13-year old neighbour who has a huge crush on
Joey without her identification badge. Under the fair's rules, that
makes her a maverick to be claimed by the first person who finds her.
Linda Sue relinquishes her claim to Joey who reluctantly decides to have
the youngster converted by McCains into livestock for his new human veal
venture.

And Now:

Cannibal 4H Chapter Five: A Brother Visits by Eurytion

SEVERAL WEEKS HAD GONE BY since 701's arrival when a familiar yellow
truck pulled into the farm's loading dock causing Joey a great deal of
apprehension. Behind the wheel of the truck was his friend Billy, former
brother to cow 701. Joey had only seen Billy once since Valerie had been
assigned to him at the fair. It wasn't that pleasant of a memory.  
	
Billy walked around to the back of the truck and dropped the tailgate.
He waved to Joey and began to unload bags of grain onto the dock. 
Steeling himself, Joey approached the dock. Billy seemed friendly enough
now but that might not mean anything. The last time they had talked
Billy was more than pissed off that Joey hadn't come up with a way to
save his sister from becoming a conversion.
	
"Need any help with that, Billy?"
	
"Nope. I think I can get it alright. But thanks for asking." Joey could
smell the ale on Billy's breath.
	
"Not a problem. If you need anything else just let me know." No sooner
had Joey said these words then he began kicking himself mentally. Jesus,
you take your friend's sister, turn her into a cow to be slaughtered and
eaten, tell him you can't help get her back to human status and then,
the very next time you see him, say If you need anything just let me
know. You really are a dickhead.
	
"If you've got a few minutes after I get done unloading I really need to
talk with you."
	
"Sure, Billy.  I'll be by the feedlot. Come on over when you're
through."
	
Joey's sense of uneasiness grew with every bag Billy unloaded. He
remember their last talk, just after Valerie had been dropped of at
McCain's. 
	
"Damn it, Joey. You're my friend, maybe my best friend. She's my sister.
You've got to help me get her back. There's got to be something we can
do."
	
"Look, there isn't. Don't you think if there was I would have done it. 
Valerie lost her identification badge. Under the fair rules that made
her fair game. Your folks knew that when they signed the permission slip
for her to attend. No badge and you're meat. I didn't make the rules."
	
"No, but you sure as hell did take advantage of them to snatch up the
chance to claim her."
	
"Damn it Billy, what was I supposed to do? Al Crenshaw said if I didn't
claim her he was going to have her butchered right there. This way your
folks at least got to say goodbye to her."
	
"Oh, yeah. That was great. They got to say goodbye while she was
standing in a byre and had a tag through her ear.  A real Kodak moment,
something to put in the family album. 

"Don't you remember from English class If it were done when tis done,
then twere well it was done quickly.' We'd all have been better off if
you'd just have let them eat her at the fair. Then this would be over
with and we could get on with our lives. You're my friend. I expected
better from you."
	
The sound of a tailgate clanging shut made Joey flinch. Striding toward
him with a serious look on his face, Billy was brushing his hands
against each other to get off the chaff from the bags. To Joey it looked
like the hands were squeezing on an imaginary throat.
	
Before Joey could say anything, Billy held up one hand, palm facing
upright and forward.
	
"Joey, we've been friends since we were five. I can't count the number
of scrapes we've been in together. Jeeze, I still remember that time I
fell out of the tree and broke my leg. You carried me on your back
through the woods for almost a mile until we reached the road. I owe you
an apology. More than an apology really.
	
"It wasn't easy just after --- well you know when --- and I said a lot
of things then that I really didn't mean.  We were all in shock about
the conversion. Sure, you sign the forms to get into the fair and you
know the rules but you never expect anyone you know to become human
cattle, let alone a member of the family.  Mom & Dad had some fights
about whose fault it was letting Val go in the first place and then who
it was that let her go by herself. I felt rotten because I wasn't
there.  Kept telling myself that I would have kept an eye on her and
made sure she didn't lose the badge.
	
"The truth is that shit does happen. And sometimes it happens to people
that you love. I know that Valerie is gone. She's been converted and
what's there in her place is just another human cattle, a bipedal cow.
Like I said, it wasn't easy coming to grips with this. I even went to a
shrink for a couple of grief counselling sessions on how to handle all
of this crap.  Me at a shrink's office. I thought that was only for
wankers and whiners. 
	
"Anyhow, I wanted to tell you that I don't blame you. It wasn't your
fault. Mr. Crenshaw told me you didn't want to claim her. You did what
you could. Val's the one who let her badge go astray. You didn't sneak
up and take it from her. After that Val was a maverick, not a free
human. I don't blame you for claiming her. I really don't. Friends or
not, I'd have done the same thing in a minute if Linda Sue had lost her
badge.
	
"Hell,  remember when we were about 14. We used to camp out back in the
west meadow at my place. At night while we choked the chicken, we'd talk
about which of our classmates we'd like to see shoved on a spit. It was
always Alice Kipfer and Linda Sue. You couldn't find a spit strong
enough to hold Alice these days. We'd have to treble-hook her to hang
her in the smoker. Linda Sue though ... I remember wrestling you to see
who got first dibs on Linda Sue's knockers. I still say you cheated.
Anyway, I'm sorry for what I said." Billy held out his hand to Joey in
friendship who took it.
	
Their day's work done and several six-packs later,  the two reunited
mates were sitting on the dock in the loading bay wasting time. 
	
"Billy, I don't want to pick at a healing scab but how are your parents
doing? Are they ok?"
	
"Like I said, it was tough but they're tough people. They're getting
better with it. They don't fight about it anymore. They've been with me
to the grief counsellor and that's helped all of us. Something else that
helped was your returning the cameo. That was my great-grandmother's and
it's been in the family for years. My mom knew I was coming over and she
wanted me to thank you for her. 
	
"Your dad was good about all this too. With that extra money for the
crops and all. He didn't have to do that. But it does help with things."
Billy took another swallow of beer then crumpled the empty can and
tossed it aside.
	
"Joey, I came over here today to do two things beside deliver your
grain.  One was to ask pardon for my behaviour and the other --- well
the other was to ask to see your new cow."
	
Again, before Joey could say anything, Billy held up his hand. "I know
what you're thinking right now. I don't blame you. But the grief
counsellor says we need closure and that one way of getting it is to see
the cow for ourselves. Look, I'm not using her old name because that
person is gone. I'd use her number if I knew it."
	
"701, you're talking about cow 701."
	
"Thanks. 701 it is then. I need to do this Joey. I need to see 701 as
the cow she is, not as the person she once was.  I'm not going to get
all weirded out on you. But this is something I need to do and I'm
asking you as a friend to let me do it."
	
"Are you sure you're up to this? This is some serious stuff we're
talking about here."
	
"The shrink says I need to do it and I think he's right. I'm as ready as
I'm ever going to be."
	
"Then let's do it. You can wait in the ready room while I get her
cleaned up and then..."
	
"Nope. That's no good.  I want to see cow number 701 just the way she
is. If she's covered in her own crap and stinks to high heaven, that's
good. If I could see her with a mouth full of hay, chewing away
contentedly on her cud that'd be better yet.  She's an animal, she's
bipedal cattle, she's a feast on two feet. That's what I need to see.
Hell, that's what I want to see. I can't deal with the idea that this is
happening to my sister. I have to know that its happening to a cow."
	
Joey opened the Ragnarok door and Billy stepped resolutely inside the
veal pen. He took a moment to familiarize himself with the room's layout
and then picked up a herding staff.  Striding over to the cage, he
lifted the gate, inserting the pegs to hold it open. Cow 701 crawled out
of her confinement.
	
Guiding 701 to the shower with the herding staff, Billy took a moment to
examine the animal before him. It looks like Val, he thought. But it's
not. Just keep remembering that this cow isn't Val and you'll be fine.
After checking the temperature of the water, Billy began to rise the cow
off. His hands roamed over her body, at first businesslike, then with
increasing carnality.  Shutting off the water, he cupped the young cow's
clean breasts in the palms of his hands and began to squeeze and massage
their tiny surface. His own personal staff began to rise.
	
Moving 701 out of the shower, Billy vigorously applied a towel to her
skin. At times his fingers slipped from the towel's surface to outline a
rib or the swell of the small tits. The juvenile cow seemed to enjoy the
attention, pressing herself back against Billy's hands, her tongue
slipping occasionally from an circular mouth.
	
Billy paid special attention to the cow's legs, kneading her thighs
until the animal winced. He was particularly entranced with her
vaccination scar which looked like a pressed flower.  Using the herding
staff, Billy encouraged the cow to spread her legs wide, but other than
the briefest touch, left her genitals unstroked. After 701 turned around
he lingered over her buttocks,  at one point resting his cheek briefly
on her cheeks.
	
When the cow was thoroughly dry, Billy left her with Joey and went to
the storage racks at the side of the pen. There he took a large bucket
made of galvanized tin of the shelf. The bucket had a rubber appendage
sticking through on one side. This was the bucket's teat through which
the cow would suck her liquid nourishment.
	
Measuring the powered mix carefully, Billy spoke to Joey for the first
time. "That's a fine cow you've got there Joey. I think you've got
another blue ribbon sown up for sure." His voice was even and calm. But
the front of his pants stood almost straight out from his body, a
spreading wet stain at the farthest point belying his seeming control.
	
Billy brought the bucket over to 701, who immediately knelt down in
front of him. This was, after all, part of the usual feeding routine.
Her hands reached up to Billy as though in supplication. Startled, Billy
took a step backwards.
	
"Billy, It's ok man. That bucket of formula isn't the only nourishment
that cow wants from you. She's just trying to show it."
	
Trembling slightly, Billy stepped forward again. Like an automaton his
hands moved of their own volition to unbuckle his belt. To the
companionship of a sound like a scale being played on a zither, his
zipper was lowered, the sides of his fly parting like the Red Sea. Out
poked a hard cock encased in white cotton made almost translucent by his
leaking precum. His shorts were almost torn in his haste to free his
tumescent member from its captivity. 
	
Then cow 701 leaned forward, her ovaled lips passing over the
helmet-like head of her former brother's cock,  compressing its flesh as
they progressed back and forth across the stiff ridges. Billy began to
moan. Her lips sealed around his dick like an o-ring. Her tongue danced
a tarantella of delight around his prick's perimeter. Each stoke of her
warm silky mouth squeezed Billy as though he was a tube of toothpaste
with one last brush worth inside. Billy's legs began to shake. The young
heifer increased the force of her suction. Billy could feel the sides of
her cheeks rubbing along the sides of his prick.
	
Billy's knees buckled and he fell to the floor. Her contact with his
penis temporarily broken, cow 701 followed him to the concrete, twisting
her body around in the process.  Looking up Billy saw her legs looming
over his head and falling fast. In self-defense he put up a hand but
that only succeeded in spreading her thighs apart. 701 landed on the
floor with a thud, her knees bookending Billy's head.
	
As the cow returned to her assault on Billy's cock, Billy reached up
with both hands to her ass and mashed the girl's cunt onto his face. His
nose rubbed fiercely against the top of her triangle, his lips pressing
against hers while his tongue wiggled its slippery way toward an entry
into her pussy. She tastes delicious, he thought, spicy and clean. All
those times she'd walk in on me in the bathroom at home, or when she'd
prance bare assed past me in the hall,this is what I should have done. I
don't care if she was my sister, or is my sister or if she's a cow. It
doesn't matter now.  I just want to come.
	
And come he did. Billy thought he could have filled the bucket with the
sperm this cow was coaxing from his cock. He expected his balls to be
shrivelled down to the size of two early spring peas from the vigorous
vacuuming cow 701 had given them. Certainly the cow's face would be
covered with his cock cream, a result of the copious spending he just
enjoyed.
	
As 701 lifted herself off his body, Billy was surprised to see no traces
of sperm on her face. I'll be damned. The little heifer swallowed it
all, every last drop. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Joey, a
st

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