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Barton was one of the smallest towns nestled in the Midwest. When Jonathan had been born it had been little more than a town that the miners had built around their work. He had spent his time working in the mines. Long hours of back breaking work in the dark that had left him longing for a life where he could work out of doors and see the sun. It wasn't surprising that when he married his sweet heart that he set about buying his own plot of land. It started as barely large enough to hold a backyard garden, but with time and patience he started to carefully buy more land that surrounded him. His wife worked hard alongside him and by the time they reached their mid thirties they had a thriving farm that yielded most of the town's corn and wheat. It was an admirable accomplishment for a former miner and they both loved the life they had made for each other. Jonathan loved working the land and never again had to work in the darkness of a mine.

Barton slowly began to grow even as their farm did. At first it started with a few extra shops and a side walk being put in, and then it started to spread out. A factory and then three started up along the river and Jon soon watched as more people came to the once slow town. Despite that fact, his farm continued to flourish under his careful management. His family kept it running through good times and bad as economic times improved and grew harder. The demands of the city were never ending and he was able to provide. His wife often joked that he would continue working until the day he died if he continued working the way he was. He might have done so if it hadn't have been for the fact that his arthritis was starting to grow worse and he found that he could no longer keep up with the demands of his farm. Even with the new automated equipment he still couldn't keep up with the demands that were required with him.

His wife was the one that finally convinced him to go through with retiring. After so many years of watching him work hard for everything they had accomplished she wanted to take some of their money and see the world. Jonathan had been stubborn, but eventually he caved and agreed that they should go on a cruise. It was the start of a chain of events that finally led him to the choice to retire, but that left his beloved farm with an uncertain future. It was true that there was a market for farms being bought up by industry giants, but it hurt his heart to imagine his beloved farm in the hands of someone who didn't care for it. He could only imagine the sort of people who would want to buy it. No one wanted to be a farmer anymore. But that's when he found himself with an unexpected solution. The one family member that was down on hard times and could use a fresh new start.

Mary's, his wife's, nephew had recently lost his job at the factory and was in danger of losing his entire home. She loved Thom as much as any Aunt could, but she was growing frustrated with the fact that he couldn't hold down a job despite being married and having two kids. After a long talk they had agreed to give the farm over to Thom and his family in the hopes that he would be able to turn his life around. His family had been excited and eager to start their lives on a farm and have a home that wouldn't be in the midst of the growing city. Jonathan was tearful when he left, but Mary had been firm and eager to see the rest of the world. They said a tearful farewell to their beautiful home and hard worked fields and set out to see the world. That did, of course, leave it in the charge of Thom.

~~+~~

"Bring it in here." Thom held the door open with a smile as the two delivery men made their way up towards the porch. Each one was staggering under the weight of the box they were bringing up.

"Thom...what's this?" Lucint's voice sounded disapproving as she came in from the family room and stared at the men hauling in his new tv.

"The old TV was starting to break down. I wanted to get it replaced before we lost it completely." He gave a reassuring smile. "It's best to get something a bit more costly now, it'll save in the future."

"You just bought a new furniture set we didn't need..." His wife trailed off in disapproval as the men passed by them and into the next room.

"Our old furniture was giving out. Don't worry about it, Lucint, we have plenty of money!" He tried to stifle a growl of annoyance. He was in too far of a good mood to be annoyed.

Old Aunt Mary had certainly come through with this farm. Just when he thought that his luck had run out he'd gotten a call offering him this farm. He knew that she and Uncle Jon had been wealthy. This farm had been a gold mine in the last few years. They never had kids of their own, but he didn't think he'd ever inherit any of it. Now here it was in his control. His complete control! It had even gotten better. The day he'd been called out here his Uncle Jon had ponderously and carefully told him that the farm was going to be his, as well as the profits from the harvest. He'd laid out exactly how everything should be spent and how, but Thom hadn't paid attention to that. He'd always known this place brought in a lot of money, but for the first time he saw just how much. The six figures had danced in his mind tantalizingly until it was all he could do to nod like an idiot at each point.

He'd felt like it had taken forever before his Aunt and Uncle had left for their cruise. The first of many, but the moment they had he had spent an entire day staring at his bank account. For the first time he had the funds to make sure he lived the way he wanted too. Most of the things his Uncle Jon had pointed out had been stupid and needless. Who needed to put a better roof over the cow shed? They didn't need the cows and animals were used to being out doors! And why would he replace a perfectly good tractor with a newer model? Or spend valuable money rebuilding a part of the fence line. Why should he? Corn wasn't going to escape! Instead he'd started to put together a wish list of things that he'd wanted to get.

The first had been new furniture. He'd decided that for his new life he would have some of the designer leather furniture as well as antique end tables and pictures for the living room. It had cost him a pretty penny, but it was well worth replacing the worn floral patterns that had dominated the other room before. Now it looked like a place that he wanted to relax and spend his day. The old TV had been on its last leg, he'd even been surprised that it was in color. Now he had a forty eight inch flat screen. The next step was getting a pool room together for Advent, his son, he was getting older and he would need some place to play and relax. A growing boy needed to have treats after all. And he could get a similar room done up for his daughter to make sure they didn't start bickering.

His wife, however, seemed to want to nag him at every turn on how he was spending the money. It was the winter! There was nothing for him to do in winter! He wasn't about to go out in the cold and try to make repairs to the fence line or chicken coop. There would be plenty of time when the spring came. It was annoying though and took some of the enjoyment of the fact he had enough money at the moment to live well and buy the things he had been meaning to buy. Even as he thought about it he found a ready solution. He'd simply buy her a present. Her old station wagon was about to give out and she was due for a new one. It would be simple to buy her something new and slightly flashy to make her calm down on her most recent tirades. He smiled and stretched out on his new recliner. He was enjoying life as a farmer.

~~*~~

When Advent's father had announced that they'd be moving he had been annoyed and angry at the prospect. It had seemed as if most of his life had been spent moving from one place or another. His father never seemed to be able to keep a job or even to keep an apartment. He had several vivid memories of when he had been younger of sleeping in the living room because his parents only had one bedroom. Even in their last place he had chafed at the ordeal that had left him forced to share a room with his sister. That had been the worst. It was bad enough she often trailed behind him, but having to share a room with her had made making friends hard. The first time they found out about his living arrangement is when the teasing had started. He'd spent his first two years of high school being taunted and teased to the point that he wanted to scream. When Father had announced they were moving again he'd wanted to scream.

When he'd been told that they'd be moving to a farm he had nearly ran away from home. It wasn't until they moved in that he hesitantly felt a moment of approval. He was given his own very large room and his father had immediately started to fill it up with a desk, new computer, large bed and various things he'd been wanting for ages. It seemed like a wonderful dream to him to finally have things he'd wanted for so long. They'd moved just at the start of school and that's when he found another shock. No one there knew he used to share the same room as his sister. No one even made fun of him. They were hesitantly curious about him, but best of all there were people eager to make friends and show him around. It made things fantastically easy for him when it came right down to it. He not only had friends, but he'd actually had a date for the home coming. A first in his four years of high school. Life was definitely turning around.

"Advent?" The voice was soft and he blinked out of his thoughts to see his sister peering in through the crack of his door.

"What's up, Melissa?" He stretched slowly until his fingers nearly touched the floor. "It's not ready for dinner is it?"

"No, Mom said she's going to go visit Aunt Mary. They just got back from their cruise and she wants to see the pictures." Melissa edged in slowly.

He stifled a sigh to himself. She'd been wanting to hang out with him more and more lately. He thought she was having trouble making friends at school. That wasn't that surprising since she barely spoke at all when she was around strangers. She'd been shy all her life, but that didn't mean she had to hang on him all the time. He'd already put a stop to some of the teasing at school that he could, but she needed to at least try to make other friends beside himself. He sat up and stretched as she watched him almost exactly like a hopeful puppy might. What did she think he was going to do? He didn't want to tell her to just leave his room.

"I was thinking you might wanna go to the mall." She finally broke the silence. "I know there's not one near by, but Dad gave you his old car and we could go together. It'll be Christmas soon you know and we could always shop for gifts together. I mean Mom gave me an allowance early."

"Yeah Dad gave me mine too." He glanced at the calendar, "I was actually just going to the studio with Justin. He's a black belt and wanted to see if he could get me in for the end of the season."

"You can do that another time..." She faltered and widened her eyes. It was almost a pleading expression.

"We can do the mall another time. There are plenty of shopping days left. Why don't you go and get a list together, squirt. " Advent gave her a smile as he stood up and moved past her and the door. "Then you'll know exactly what you need to get."

~~*~~

Melissa watched her brother leave with a sinking feeling in her heart. She wanted to impress him. She wanted to prove that she was just as fun to hang around as the so called friends he always gathered around him. He hadn't been spending nearly the amount of time he used to with her. Before they had moved they used to spend nearly every day hanging out after school and on the weekends they alternated seeing movies they each wanted to see. He'd been her best friend. He still treated her nicely enough, but he never had any time for her. In fact, he mostly gave her a smile and a few words before he was off and running again. It left her feeling on the outskirts of his life and lonelier by the day. Even more then lonely, she felt excluded. He could have at least invited her to some of the things he wanted to do.

At school she felt as if she were on the outside. All of the girls her own age had their own circles of friends and they made it clear that she wasn't invited. The few that didn't were loners like her and most of them didn't get along with her either. Her mother tried to keep her busy around the farm and she was happy to take care of the goats and pet the cows, but it wasn't anything like her old life. It seemed that Advent was the happiest out of all of them right behind their Father. Mom didn't seem to mind the move, but she seemed worried. Only Melissa felt out of place in the midst of all the hustle and bustle that surrounded her. Perhaps she just wasn't meant to have a lot of friends, but it had been alright when she'd had her brother solidly at her side.

"You look down, hon." Melissa walked into the kitchen and forced a smile to her mother before shrugging one shoulder.

"I wanted to go to the mall today. Advent is off doing some karate thing with one of his friends." She tried to keep the hurt out of her own voice, but she watched her mother wince slightly.

"Why didn't you ask him to take you along to see some of your friends?" Lucint drew a chair out at the new table.

"What friends? I don't know anyone and Advent doesn't have any time for me anymore." She felt suddenly even more dejected. "It's not fair."

"It hardly ever is," Her mother gave her head a shake. "Well I'm going to see your Aunt Mary today. Do you want to come along? I bet she has presents from her cruise and your Uncle Jon is eager to hear about the farm."

"That doesn't sound that fun..." She trailed off and then glanced around the kitchen and in towards the living room. What else was she going to do? She'd probably just spend the day watching TV again. "But I guess it's better then nothing."

"Now, don't sound so down. Your Aunt Mary will love seeing you!" Her mother gave her a fond smile. "I'll be ready to leave in just a little bit."

A little bit turned into nearly two hours. As they had been ready to leave her mother had made a comment to her Father and it had turned into a bit of a fight. Rather than get involved she'd opted to go upstairs and change her outfit as they discussed something about the chicken coop. They were fighting more than normal lately. Nearly every day they had a talk about something or another that had to do with the farm. She knew that there were repairs that needed to be done, after all she was the one that kept having to try and make sure the wind didn't get in and chill the animals. She also did most of the chores like mucking out the stalls and putting down more hay. She didn't really mind, after all she didn't have anything else she should have been doing. She just accepted that it was something she could do to keep herself busy.

Before too long though they had left the house to go to her Great Aunt Mary's apartment. She had gotten her Uncle Jon to move into a place that had two bedrooms and was far less work for her to upkeep. Her Mom said that it was good since they had spent nearly their entire lives working on the farm and needed some time to relax. Melissa thought that it was a little cramped when they came to the old apartment. They had taken their favorite furniture, but it seemed as if it filled up the entire place from wall to wall. It smelled a little musty too, but it was made up for by the fact that Aunt Mary's eyes lit up at seeing them and they were bustled into the kitchen where there were piles of newly developed pictures as well as cookies. Despite feeling a little left out, the pictures from Spain were pretty and that let her mother and Aunt talk about other matters.

"I can't believe he hasn't done anything for the farm." Lucint's voice sounded almost despairing. "I told him we needed to get some work done on the barn, but he thinks he'll have time come spring."

"It's still new to him." Aunt Mary sipped her coffee, "I know Jon told him that he'd need to see to repairs while it wasn't the planting season though. Perhaps he'll see to it after the New Year. I can send Jon over later to have a talk with him though. He might not realize that it'll take some time to do the repairs and he needs to account for it."

"If you would, that might help. I want him to succeed at this. The kids are happy." Her mother paused to grin over at her. "Well Melissa is still settling down, but she likes the animals, don't you sweety?"

"Yes! I've never had pets before." Melissa tossed her hairs out from her eyes before taking one of the cookies on the table.

"I'll have Jon over then. I'm sure by the spring he'll have our nephew squared away with what needs to be done on the farm." Aunt Mary nodded her head with a slight pleased smile. "We want him to succeed after all."

~~*~~

The winter was mild and slowly turned towards spring as the snow began to melt and the ground thawed around the sprawling farm. Unlike other years there was a complete lack of activity that should have been bustling. Machines that should have been uncovered and ensured they were in working order and given maintenance were covered in the barn with a layer of dust from the winter. The barn had gaping holes where the ice and snow had cracked some of the older planks. The hay loft was covered in hay that had managed to go moldy over the snow that had blown in and soaked what should have lasted throughout the spring and summer. The only part that showed any repair was the house where a porch had been erected despite the fact it had cost extra to have workers come out in the winter months.

Thom himself was staring out at the front porch with a smile on his face as the glass panes that had been placed in it would make sure no matter how nasty the weather it would remain welcoming and warm. Though in the winter it would be slightly cooler, he was going to have a heater installed that would run on a different circuit then the house. It was his one big gift to his wife in the hopes that she would finally let up on complaining about him. She had nagged him most of the winter. When it had gone past the new year his Uncle Jon had come and made several complaints about the state of the farm. He'd had to endure being taken around the entire farm as if he were a child being reprimanded. The old man had been angry and almost sputtering at the state of the barn and had threatened to take the farm away if he couldn't manage it well.

Why should he work like a farmer? There were machines to do that and why did he even have to do that? The house was paid for, the land was paid for. If he wanted to he could sell the land to make a tidy profit and he and his family would be taken care of. Or he could just work every few years for one big harvest and spend the next few years living on those profits. His wife should be thanking him for his insight! Instead she spent the time snapping and pointing out that he hadn't done the things he had been told to do. It had started to irritate him, but this morning had been the worst. She hadn't said anything, she'd simply left the house obviously angry and taken Melissa with her. He really didn't want to go out in the still cold winds to get the machines running. With a sigh and settled down in his favorite recliner and rubbed his eyes. He was only disturbed by the sound of the door opening and shutting and the thud of a bag being flung against the wall.

"Is it that late already?" He stared at Advent who flopped bonelessly down on the couch and stretched out.

"How late? I just got done with martial arts with Justin down at the dojo. I was going to stick around there like I said, but eh.." The boy shrugged one of his shoulders. "There was nothing really that fun to do there."

"I suppose you can always go out and start working on the tractor to get it up and running for the spring." Thom gave a grin as his son glared at him.

"Hell no. That thing is a wreck! Uncle Jon should have replaced it years ago." Advent moved his hands behind his head as he relaxed. "Mom gettin' on you again eh?"

"Ahh not that bad, she just wants me to start getting ready for the spring plough and I told her that we're going to get snow next week." Thom leaned back so that his legs were being pressed upwards in the recliner. His son was right, he really should get another tractor.

"Justin said that the Haysee Corp is buying up land all over. For a lot of money too. If they aren't farming it they say there's gasses to be found. You get paid yearly for letting them get at them." Advent leaned his head up. "That's a lot more profitable than having to deal with putting down seeds and harvesting them. Hell you gotta hire someone to harvest them FOR you sometimes if the harvest is too big."

"Your Uncle Jon would pull this farm right out from under us if we even tried that." He tried to subdue the hope he felt at being able to actually make money without having to get sweaty and dirty all spring and summer out in the fields. "Pity too."

"Damn, Dad. He actually put that in the contract?" Advent raised his head and looked almost impressed at his great-Uncle.

"Well, no he didn't, but it's a verbal agreement after all." Thom ran his fingers up to rub through his short hair in frustration. He'd really have to get started tomorrow if he were going to get it done.

"Then what's the problem? He's old and you can say you never agreed to it. If you don't admit to recalling it then what can he do? No one's going to believe someone as old as him! He's like what? 83?" Advent sat up and grinned. "Just say you don't recall that deal and you took on the farm as a favor to him. Then you can legally just sell off what you want if you really want to. I mean and if you feel really bad you can make sure that you send stuff to Aunt Mary and him, maybe give them another cruise. That'll smooth everything over. How hard can it be?"

"How hard can it be...." Thom trailed off with his mind going a mile a minute. How hard could it really be? He could simply make it seem like his uncle was actually as forgetful as his age indicated.

~~*~~

Mary walked up the stairs of what had once been her home and she felt her heart sink slightly. The marks of the carpenters were everywhere. She had once loved sitting on the wrap around porch in the evenings and had reveled in the feel of the breeze brushing through her hair. She'd been able to watch Jon in the field and working in the barn as well as coax him onto the porch to relax. They had spent their lives creating this little paradise and she had thought that they'd end their days here. She didn't regret taking him away from this, but seeing it with the winter snows melting made her feel sick to her stomach. All around the farm yard there was signs of neglect that she had never imagined she'd see on her husband's farm. Mud and weeds were starting to grow, the tractor wasn't pulled out, there were no repairs done to the barn.

"Aunt Mary!" The voice of her husband's nephew came from the newly enclosed front porch and she set her face in a frown as a door swung open and he grinned down at her. "You should have called."

"I wanted to see how you were getting along here for the spring." She glanced around significantly at the barren farm yard and especially the closed up barn. A barn that should have been open and the machines pulled out to ensure they were in working order.

"Oh? Well you know how spring is. Too much rain, but I'm sure it'll warm up before too long and then we'll be just fine." He nodded his head and his smile remained as he didn't take the hint. As he stepped out Advent wandered behind him half staring at a video game he held in his hands. He gave her a flippant wave of a hand as he continued to play on it.

"I see you don't have the tractor out yet. Have you gotten anything done with the fields? You'll need to plant early like your uncle told you. You don't want to risk a harvest coming out in the winter." She pointed towards the obviously barren fields with one hand.

"Oh? That. No, no. We're not going to be planting this year. I've had an offer from the Hayseed Corp and another one from the Natural Gas company. They want to purchase the fields off of me actually." He gestured into the house and slid his hands into his back pockets. "We're going to see what we can get from them, but I figure I'll keep a small bit of land. You know, just for Uncle Jon's sake."

"A..A small..." Mary felt a wave of rage run through her at his words. She almost screamed right then and there at what he was saying. As was she had to keep a tight rein on her temper. "How dare you! Your Uncle has gone out of his way to provide for you. He's done everything he can to make sure that you and your family both succeed. Now you're pulling this?"

"I'm grateful he gave me the farm, Aunt Mary, but he knows just as well as I do that in this day and age all the best farming is done by machine and the equipment here is falling into shambles." Thom gave a self satisfied smile that made her grit her teeth. "I'm sure he'll agree with me."

"You're turning your back on your promise! He wanted this farm to go to someone who would work it and love it the way he did." She felt her anger peaking. "I've never seen anyone so disrespectful in my life! He could have sold the land if that's what he wanted to do with it."

"Promise? I don't remember any promise, Aunt Mary." To her shock Thom's brows furrowed as if he were truly puzzled. "I know Uncle Jon is getting up in age, I suppose he's having problems remembering things he's heard and said."

"Problems...remembering..." She trailed off with her eyes narrowed and she could feel her cheeks flushing red with her anger. She wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug grin off his face. "How can you even say that? When he hears about this he's going to.."

"Do what? He can't do anything for something that never happened." To her surprise Advent spoke up. "There's nothing in the deed about it, it was just a gift. Like an early inheritance."

"We'll see what the judge things about this. Verbal contracts are just as binding as written." She kept her voice firm as she watched her great-nephew slump back against the wall, but the smug grin didn't leave his face.

"Yeah? I dunno, Uncle Jon is getting really up there. I don't think it happened. I think he just thought it did." He gave a superior little tilt of his head, "You know how it goes. He's probably missin' the place and now is trying to find a way that it'll be okay. It's really sad, yanno."

"Advent! " The sharp words of his father's made Mary feel a glimmer of hope that perhaps her husband's nephew wasn't as callus as he appeared to be. "Now don't make him out to be senile. He's just a little confused. I'm sure after we make the sale and he sees how well the lands managed he'll have less worries on his mind."

"You can't do this!" Mary's voice rose up in an almost shriek. She couldn't stop it, she couldn't keep her voice down when faced with this treachery from such an unexpected place. She wanted to do more than just yell.

"We'll be meeting this weekend, I'm sorry Aunt Mary. I'm not sure what Uncle Jon said to make you believe this." Thom looked almost sorry, but she could see the gleam in his eyes. He didn't care! He didn't care about any of it. Not the farm, not his promise to his Uncle. Nothing.

"You'll get yours, Thom." She felt the words fall coldly from her lips as she turned away in disgust. "I'll promise you that, you're going to pay for being so heartless!" That was all she could get out as she marched towards her car. She'd see about this!

~~*~~

Thom settled down on his favorite recliner with a groan and a smile that curled the edges of his lips. Everything was going perfectly his way. He couldn't have planned the meeting with his Aunt better. She had been so upset that she had appeared almost deranged as her face turned red and she demanded the answer to questions. He'd be able to sell off most of the land at a tidy profit he could live off of the rest of his life. The company had offered quite a bit of money in advance even if they didn't find any natural gas on the property. If they did he could easily retire as a wealthy wealthy man for the rest of his life. The world would be his for the taking. He could go to various countries if he wanted, he'd have the best for his children and Lucint. Yes, life was going just fine.

"THOMAS!" Lucint's voice came to him in an outraged near scream that made him wince. He glanced up to find her standing in the door way with her eyes obviously blazing. The cordless phone was in one hand.

"I take it you called Aunt Mary?" he kept his voice light instead of as annoyed as he felt. It wouldn't do any good to get annoyed right now. "She stopped by earlier."

"That's what she told me." To his surprise his mild wife threw the phone down on the couch. "Did you and Advent really tell her that your Uncle Jon was going senile? And you didn't promise to upkeep this farm?"

"I don't remember any promise, but you know Uncle Jon, he does like to ramble on." He sighed as one of his favorite shows flicked on, but pressed the mute button the remote.

"You know as well as I do that you promised you'd keep this farm going!" Lucint marched towards him with her back stiff and her eyes narrowed.

"Lucint, now don't start that. The farm will be going on, with far better management. If you feel so strongly about it I can sell it to the Hayseed Corp that will run it well and smoothly. They know all about farms after all." He kept his voice placating as he tried to get her to calm down. Thom tried to stifle his own annoyance.

"Sell it? And where will we live? They gave you this farm in trust that you'd take care of it and you're betraying that trust completely." Lucint shook her head sharply back and forth. "I want you to call that company and tell them you're not going to sell. If you need help and want Uncle Jon to teach you how to run the farm, you know that he'd be happy to teach ou."

"We'll get a nice house down on the shore. We'll have enough money that we can live very well together there for the rest of our days. The kids can go to college, we'll have the money to go on vacation." Thom gave a lazy smile as he stretched himself out and arched his back a little bit. "Trust me, Lucint, we're going to be just fine without having to worry about money or work again."

"That's what this is all about?! Not having to work?!" His wife took a step back. "I can't believe you are this lazy and thoughtless! You're make me sick!"

"Now, Lucint." He started, but he barely got the words out of his mouth when she stormed out of the room.

Thom stood there for a moment as he tried to make up his mind on if he was going to go after her or if he wanted to simply stay where he was. Even as he thought about he felt outraged at how she was acting. He was doing what he thought was best for his family. He was looking out for them and she was acting as if he were doing something horrible. She'd been wanting to live on the ocean since they had gotten married. That property was expensive, what did she think he was going to do? Pull money out of thin air! As he heard her speaking to his daughter and the sound of the front door slamming closed he stormed into the kitchen to get a drink.

~~*~~

Melissa wasn't quite sure why her mother was upset, but knew it had something to do with her father. It made her uncomfortable the entire drive to her Aunt Mary's. Her mother had gripped the wheel and had driven far too fast and passed people this way and that with little attention to what was really going on in front of her. It had made her sink back against the seat and closed her eyes tightly. She had been roused out of her bedroom by her mother asking her to come on a trip. She had heard her parents arguing in the family room, but she had tried not to eavesdrop, she just knew it was something about the farm. Now her mother was as angry as she had ever seen her and not just with her father. She was certain she heard Advent's name as well dragged into the conversation.

Advent had only grown worse in the last few months. He had gone from being slightly polite to her and normally nice, to outright ignoring her. Before she had been able to come into his bedroom to talk with him at times, now he yelled at her to get out. She suspected that it was mostly because he was seeing a girl at school and wanted to be left alone with her. Their father seemed proud of the fact and often told their mother to lay off Advent when he had her up in his room. Melissa had tried her best to break him out of that shell. She'd wanted him to be a part of her life again. She wanted to hang out and have fun together. She had spent nearly all winter with her mother and Aunt Mary. Normally she would have been out skiing or shopping or something fun. Instead she'd spent it with her mother and her great Aunt Mary.

It wasn't that bad. Aunt Mary was nice and loved having company over to talk to and share stories with, but the conversation centered around her father most of the time. They talked about how things were going wrong on the farm, the things that need to change and what needed to be done. She had finally stopped mucking out the stalls when her Aunt had said she needed to see if her father would do it. It made her feel almost sick that her family was at odds. It was with that sick feeling that she got out of the car and walked into her aunt's apartment building. She was shocked to see her Uncle Jon crying silently as he talked with his wife.

"It's my own fault, Mary, I didn't want to make him feel like I didn't trust him. You know I thought he'd just blossom if he was given a chance." Uncle Jon's voice didn't sound as if he were crying. It was steady.

"Oh Uncle Jon.." Lucint moved into the room and gathered up the work worn hands, "I just heard and I talked to Thom. That man. Him and Advent both! Advent outright laughed at him when I told him." She shook her head sharply from side to side.

"Mom, what's happening?" Melissa finally raised her voice as she slid into her normal seat. Aunt Mary looked up a bit wearily.

"Your father is going to sell the farm for money so he can retire early." Her Aunt gave her head a little shake. "He's saying that your Uncle Jon never made him promise that he would run the farm."

"But...Advent would help. He likes Uncle Jon just fine.." She trailed off as her Aunt Mary thinned her lips down a little bit.

"Your brother isn't much better. I've talked to a few of the people in town and he's running around with an unsavory lot lately that's just making for more problems." Her Aunt rubbed her brow and then leaned over to pat her husbands shoulder. "Jon, go get some rest alright? I'm going to see if I can work out a way with Lucint on how we can keep the farm safe."

Melissa made herself a bit small at the knowledge that her older brother was in the midst of trouble as well. She knew that she heard whispers at school, but she hadn't thought that he was really getting in that much trouble. Well she knew that he never came home at night anymore. He'd be out until all hours of the day, but that wasn't anything different for a young man. Of course he wanted to be out on the town. She shifted a little uncomfortably while they talked over her head and she became aware that they were including her in the discussion. They actively asked her what she had seen with Advent and she hesitantly started to put in her own two cents into it. Her cheeks were flushed and she felt as if she were betraying Advent as she spoke about how she had noticed him hanging out with a group of the city kids. How he often was in trouble at school and had stopped doing chores that he had used to do to help her.

"What can we do? We could attest to it, but I can't truthfully say I was there when Uncle Jon talked to him." Lucint rubbed her eyes as they spent nearly most of the evening talking things over.

"I can't do anything besides lie if I said it." Aunt Mary didn't look nearly as defeated. "We could take matters into our own hands. Thom is looking down on his heritage. Jon was always proud to be a farmer and the way he's acting he's changing it into something to be embarrassed by."

"And how do you want me to make him feel pride in something he doesn't want to be?" Lucint took a drink of her cold tea and made a face. Melissa spoke up quietly.

"Dad hates doing work at all Aunt Mary, I don't think its just about being a farmer. I think it's mostly because he doesn't want to do any work ever." She felt almost as if she were betraying him as she spoke, but she still spoke up. It was true after all. "I don't think Advent is bad either, I just think he's following Dad's lead."

"The child hit the nail on the head!" Aunt Mary exclaimed and set her cup down with a clatter. "And we can teach them both a lesson I think. If both of you are willing to take a dose of home grown sense. I think we can show both of them what an honest day's work means."

"I'm willing, Aunt Mary, anything. Advent needs to learn how to not copy his father. He's going to ruin his future the way he's going now!" Her Mom glanced at her with a slightly inquiring expression and she shifted uncomfortably for a moment.

"I'll do it, as long as it doesn't hurt them. I don't' want them hurt." Her voice was soft as she spoke and she flicked her eyes towards the ground."

"I promise, it won't hurt them at all." Aunt Mary gave a smile and then stood up. "You lady's come with me and I'll show you something one of the women in town gave me when Jon started farming."

~~*~~

Advent plucked up a towel as he moved away from the blue padded mat he had been working out on. The entire place was filled with the sound of strikes hitting against various cushioned surfaces as the younger crowd took their turn. He hated that he had to show up so early every day to make sure that they were done by the time the younger crowd came in. They were always worried they'd be too rowdy for the younger kids. It meant that as soon as school was over he was nearly running to get here in time. At least today he had given his friend Justin a run for his money even if it had left him a bit sweaty and shaking from exhaustion. He rubbed his face against his towel as he padded off the floor and towards the exit that would let him go to the gym room so he could change back into his normal clothes. He'd be just in time to head out with his friends to go see a movie as well as enjoy a few beers. That was the best part of his weekends.

"Hey Advent!" The bright words and familiar voice made him freeze in the process of turning towards the boys locker room. He blinked in shock to see Melissa standing in the waiting room with her hands filled with various pamphlets.

"Melissa? What the hell are you doing here?" He felt a stab of annoyance at another case of his sister following him around as if she were a lost puppy. She'd been doing it so often that he'd wanted to scream and every time he told his mother she dismissed his worries entirely. Melissa didn't seem phased by his harsh words in the least bit.

"I'm going to sign up for some classes." She waved the pamphlets brightly. His eyes tried to see if she was aiming towards the same program he was in. "I want to do things after school besides going to Aunt Marys."

"Oh, well that's good, Melissa." He didn't see any of the ones he was in and he let the smile show on his face. Maybe if she joined a club she'd finally get some friends that she could hang out with that didn't involve him. "I bet it sucks being stuck at old Aunt Mary's all the time."

"Yeah." She looked a little uncomfortable for a moment. She was probably thinking that she'd still have to go today. He felt a moment of generosity. He could at least help her out with that, after all she was trying to make other friends.

"Mom gonna pick you up and go over there, huh?" He allowed his grin to become lopsided as she nodded her head. "Well I'll take you home. Gimme a sec to change out of my clothes and I'll get you out of another day at Aunt Marys!"

"Oh really? Please! I'd love that!" Her face brightened and he felt superior and pleased that he was able to do something so small.

It didn't take him long to change his clothes and shoves his old ones into the locker he had been assigned. By that time he noticed that she was in the process of signing up for a class with an excited look on her face. It would be perfect. She could have something to do and he'd be able to have his own friends. He almost felt affectionate towards her as he gave a short whistle to get her attention and get her out the door. In no time they were in his father's old car and Advent was able to roll down the windows in the unseasonably warm evening air. It was a great day by all accounts. He glanced over to find his sister buckled primly in her seat with her pamphlets held in her hands and felt a wistful hope that she was having a good day too. She annoyed him all the time, but it wasn't like he hated her.

"Do you like karate?" He glanced over at Melissa as she peered at him. "They have a gym class there you know."

"Yeah I do, but I wouldn't do it. I'm so exhausted. They beat the crap out of you and by the end you're all sweaty and overheated." He gave his head a shake. "I think they have a weekend class that does arts, you'd be good at that."

"Oh, that was why you were so sweaty then." Melissa dropped her bag and fumbled around as he took another turn on the way to the farm. "Here you want a drink? I bet you're thirsty."

"Good thinking. I was kinda shocked seeing you down there and forgot." He took his eyes off the road long enough to take the water bottle and downed a drink. "Thanks a lot."

"You're welcome." Her voice sounded almost subdued. He took another drink and dismissed it. She was probably feeling guilty over not going to see that old hag of an aunt of theirs. "You going out tonight?"

"Yeah, but not til later." He stretched his legs out as they started to roll up towards the house. The drive way was empty as he gave a slight yawn. "I think I'll take a nap first though. Just feeling sleepy all of a sudden. Probably my work out.

~~*~~

The world was vibrating around Advent's body and he could feel it rumbling under his body as he tried to figure out what was going on. It was annoying and all he really wanted to do was sleep. He curled up a bit tighter with a grumbling noise and moved his hands back to try and grab a blanket to cover himself up with. He was cold. It felt like he'd fallen asleep with the fan on him. He tried to grope further back, but his hand didn't encounter anything that felt like cloth or even anything that felt like his bed. In fact, the moment he thought about it he realized that he didn't feel anything beneath him that felt like a bed. He was pressed against something hard and it dug in against the side of his face and chest. He shifted and the moment he did he felt stabs of pain hitting him right behind the eyes. He winced and carefully pried an eye open as he moved to push himself upwards to get his legs under him. Something just wasn't right!

The moment he moved he realized that there was something horribly wrong with his situation. His legs were under him, but as he tried to stand up he found himself rattling and bumping against chains. He let out a soft noise and moved his hand down to try and figure out what was wrong only to find something metal around his ankles. They were hard and rough around the ankles. As he opened his eyes wide he saw that there were thin bars of light showing through slates of wood and that revealed something else. He was completely and utterly nude. Whatever clothing he had fallen asleep with on was gone entirely. He moved a hand down to cover himself as he heard a noise beside him. It was a soft groan and then the rattling of chains as something moved beside him. He froze before there was a soft curse that was unmistakably from his father.

"Dad?" He whispered softly and tried to keep his voice down as much as possible. What else could be in here with them? "Is that you?"

"What the hell..." His father's voice sounded hoarse and in the dim light let in from the slates of wood he could see the form moving and slowly sitting up. "Where are we?"

"I dunno, I can't stand up though." Advent pulled on his legs again and felt the chains dragging against them. "What's going on?"

As his father moved and started to try and sit up Advent felt his hands moving forward. It was uncomfortable and for a moment he didn't know why until his father tried to stand. As Thom pulled at the chains his son's body was suddenly jerked forward and bumping against his father's nude back. It was impossible to avoid the touch, not only of his chest against the naked back, but the soft heft of his cock. He pulled his hips back as much as he could to try and avoid the touch. Why were they both naked and chained up back here? What had happened? Did someone break into the house and take hostages? If so where was his sister and mother? His father gave a jerk and he stifled a noise as his father's bare ass bumped back against him.

"Advent! Move!" Thom's voice was sharp and hissing.

"I can't, we're chained together." He shifted his hand up and felt the weight of his father's hand raise up as well. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Nothing, I took a nap." His father shifted his head up in the dim light, "We should start calling for help. Even if we're on the road someone might hear us. Maybe the cops will pull it over. It can't be that late."

"Are you sure?" Advent felt a moment's doubt, "What if they get upset at us? I mean..."

"Damnit Advent, just trust me." His Father's voice sounded harsh and firm. "Start yelling! We'll get someone's attention!"

~~*~~

Thom had arrived home from his meeting in town with the natural gas company in a fine mood. He had worked it all out perfectly in his mind to sell the property in half between them. The Hayseed Corp would give him more money for it, but the natural gas company would pay him longer. When all was said and done he was looking at being nearly a millionare. Actually, he knew that at the end of ten years he would be one. Why his Uncle had never made these choices he didn't know. He could have been rich and settled into a life of luxury in his old age, but the man had never made much sense. He hadn't even hired on workers for the harvest, instead he had done it himself no matter how old he had become. Well he wouldn't be caught in that trap.

He had settled down in his favorite recliner and enjoyed the fact that his wife seemed to have forgotten their argument after he had taken the time to pick up a few sundry for her as a gift. She had gone back to taking care of the house chores and making sure that he was comfortable. That suited him just fine. She'd even made a large dinner that night with some of his favorites. When he'd gone to get Advent up she'd told him that it would be better to just let him sleep since Melissa had said he'd had a rough day at karate class. Not that he cared if the boy wanted to sleep through the afternoon. In fact it gave him a sense of pleasure to know that his son was popular enough that he was keeping busy until all hours of the night. How if it had been Melissa it would have been a different story, but it was good that his son was growing so popular. That had been his last thought before he'd felt himself sliding off into his own after dinner nap.

Only now he was no longer in his prized comfortable chair. He was uncomfortably aware that he was trapped pressed back against his son with both of them completely nude. He tried to push that thought away as he began to holler for help. He screamed out and tried to raise his voice higher then that of his sons as they tried to get attention. The ground vibrated under him and he dimly heard the rumbling of the engine as he screamed out for someone to stop the vehicle. He wasn't sure if anyone could hear them if they were driving on the interstate, but if they were going past houses or perhaps through a town someone would know that something wasn't right and put a stop to it! It was a slim hope, but one he grasped to and hoped that his son did likewise. The sudden lurch of the truck through made them both roll across the rough floor of the vehicle.

"Get offa me!" Advent's voice was muffled as Thom felt himself being pushed up hard against his son. He tried to writhe backwards and ignore the feel of heavy orbs against the curve of his ass cheeks. What sort of pervert had taken them?!

"I'm trying....shit...listen." He heard the slam of doors from some point up ahead and the sound of voices as they started to talk amongst themselves. It sent a jolt of fear through him. What did they want?

It didn't take them long to have an answer to their question as there was the sound of screeching metal and rattling wood. One side of the trailer started to pull to one side as someone unlatched it. Instead of light flooding in, there was only the flash of the moon and stars above them. At least for the moment. The sudden flash of a flash light illuminated the entire hay strewn trailer and made him squint his eyes as Advent let out a wordless cry beside him. He tried to curl forward to cover his own nudity, but the chains pulled his son with him. The uncomfortable sensation of his sons cock and balls pushed up against his ass made him uncomfortable while he felt a rush of heat run to his face. And then he saw the three people that were staring in at them. One with large disbelieving eyes, but two with smug expressions on their faces.

"What the fuck, Mary?!" The words escaped him and were filled with rage. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Enjoy the trip?" Aunt Mary's voice sounded smug as she moved the flashlight down so that she could gesture Lucint to get into the truck. "We tried to take it nice and easy for both of you."

"Are you insane?! You stupid old hag!" Advent's voice sounded strained as he stirred and jerked at the chains. "Untie me, what the hell did you do? MOM! Get in here and get these chains off me!"

"I don't think so." Lucint's voice was cold and hard. It mad Thom's stomach sink slightly. "I tried to talk to you Thom, I tried to make you a better role model for your son, but it didn't work. Both of you have turned into lazy and disrespectful men who don't even care about their family."

"Now, Lucint, you know I care about our family, that's why I'm doing this." He tried to keep his voice calm even though he wanted to scream at her to get the chains off him.

"No, what I'm doing is because I care about this family." Lucint glanced towards Aunt Mary and gave a little smile. "Now get out here, right now."

"The hell I will!" He snarled angrily as he felt his temper start to rise. "Melissa! Get in here and help your father out of these." He put a tone of command in his tone.

"I can't, Daddy." Her voice was small and watched as she turned her head aside and looked as if she were flushed. No wonder! Staring at her brother and himself naked.

"I said get out of there, Thom, Advent." The elderly Mary climbed into the bed of the trailer with a wince to her aching joints. "I'm afraid I'll have to persuade you won't I?"

~~*~~

Advent didn't know what he was going to do. He wanted to refuse to move, he wanted to scream and shout, but the fact three of his relatives were staring at him while he was nude had him flushed and more then upset. He finally had to lower his eyes and avoid the gaze of his sister. It wasn't until his Aunt Mary came up into trailer that he tried to scramble up on his feet. The motion was circumnavigated by the fact his father refused to. He didn't see what was coming, but he felt his. His Aunt came in closer before jabbing something at Thom. The moment it did Advent felt a sudden shock rush through him. He let out a yelping cry and jerked back against his naked father. A short jolt of electricity traveled through Thom and into him as they bucked against the ground together.

"Up and out both of you." Aunt Mary's voice was sharper and to his shock his father lurched to his feet.

The moment Advent managed to follow his father up by virtue of the fact his aunt leaned over to undo the chains. The way they were undone showed a complete lack of shame on her part as she nearly touched his exposed genitals, but at least he was free to drop his hands to cover himself. That was one small mercy, especially when faced with the fact that the light had swung up over his nude body while his father let out a short series of curses and insults to his aunt. The only response was another jab of the cattle prod that made the man move forward. Advent barely moved backwards before he felt a sudden jab of the prod against his hip sending an shock through him that made his back arch and his entire body give a short jerk as he cried out and stumbled towards the opening of the trailer. The moment he did he tipped over the edge to land in the dirt.

"Where are we?" His father's voice was harsh next to him and Advent stumbled up to stare at his Aunt and then Mother.

"The fuck? Have you guys gone insane! This is illegal." He shifted his gaze to his sister who just gave a little smile.

"I think you're going to learn that there's good honorable work out there that you can both do. You seem to think the farm is nothing more than a joke, but I think we can make it so you see just how wrong you are." Aunt Mary gave a lop sided smile.

"That's what all this is about? The damn farm? A patch of dirt makes you drag us out to the ass end of no where naked?" His father's voice came out slightly firmer as he took a step forward.

"It's about your laziness and exactly what that means for both of you." His Mother's voice was severe. "Advent is taking after you and tonight you're going to learn how to be industrious."

"Through kidnapping? Mom, you're fucked in the head!" Advent exploded just as he caught movement from the corner of his eyes. Something thick and white splashes out and hit him in the face and chest. He heard his father similarly being treated as he let out a roar of protest.

A sudden splash of something sweet and warm reached his lips and he frowned for a moment at the taste of sweet thick milk. Just plain milk! The moment he tried to wipe it off though he felt a spasm run along the curve of his spine. It bowed his back as he opened his lips and let out a sharp cry as spasm ran through him. He turned his eyes towards his father at the sound of a thud and saw Thom fall down with a sharp cry. His chest and stomach were splattered with milk as Aunt Mary, his mother and sister surrounded them. Another spasm rocked through his body making him rock back and his legs give out beneath him. He opened his mouth to ask what was happening, but to his horror he could feel his tongue thickening between his lips. When he tried to actually talk it came out thickly and the sound muffled until he moved his fingers up to grip the edges of his lips so he could feel his tongue. The tongue was rapidly growing as his lips shifted and started to thicken before his nose spread open wider. Why was his nose spreading wider?

"You see, both of you have looked down on what you were supposed to be doing. You won't work, so I think we'll show you that there are creatures that are designed to be a part of a farm." His Aunt's voice was firm as he writhed and his eyes could see his father twisting near by.

"Throw more of the milk on Advent." His Mother's voice was critical and he saw a flash of his sister before the milk splattered against his side seemingly making his body afire with the changes.

The sudden feel of his slippery tongue actually curling up and over his nose sent a fresh wave of panic through him. His tongue wasn't that long! Even as he watched his lips and nose started to push outwards from his face. They extended out while his nose started to broaden right before his eyes until he realized that it was starting to grow into a muzzle! He curled forward as his chest started to grow larger, it didn't start to become more muscular, but instead it began to widen. His fingers dug in against the soft mud while his fingers felt thick and swollen. He tried to move them and they wouldn't quite curve downwards and even as he watched his finger started to pull together! He felt a primal wave of panic that was off set with a sudden scream that ended in a deep lowing cry that echoed near his left. He briefly saw a flash of pale tan and a thick ropey tail.

His finger nails thickened and grew heavier as the nails rolled together to join the finger tips together. He went to let out a cry a moment before he felt his throat burn. To his horror he was lowing out like a cow! A cow?! He felt his eyes tear up while his nails darkened and rolled upwards so that they started to form cloven hooves. The tips tapered down while the rest of his fingers thickened out wider and wider. His thumb pulled back behind them and split into two parts so that he heard a slight popping sound as they readjusted. He opened one watering eye to see his sister crouching near him as a hand rubbed against his shoulder. His bones ached and he writhed against the ground as he lowed out again and felt his chest aching slightly. Something was happening to his nipples, but he couldn't even look to see what it was!

He could feel his hair pulling back into his head! But the most worrisome was the fact his ears started to extend out on either side of his head to come down to tapered tips. He tried to move his hands up to feel but couldn't flex his hooves or even feel the sides of his head. He lowed out again while his teeth started to reform in his mouth. He rolled to his side and curled up slightly as the first splashes of white fur started to move over his body. It blossomed along his muzzle before a sudden black marking appeared right on one side of his cheek and moved up towards his eye. The short sleek fur grew so that he could feel his entire body trembled at the feel of it as it grew. His sister's hand stroked against his side and rubbed up against his ears in a humiliating manner as he kicked his legs out against the ground.

His ears moved to either sides of his head and he flattened them down while his neck started to thicken and length slightly. His arms popped and lengthened so he could feel the muscles starting to strain over his bones. He pinned his ears back against his head and let out a cry as the fur rolled down his arms and they changed. They grew thicker and instead of his elbow being down near the middle it pulled upwards until he felt the wrist forming into a pair of thick powerful knees. His legs were soon bending the wrong ways. They should never do that, they looked like an animal's legs! To make matters work he became aware that his nipples were tingling and heating up against his chest. He was uncomfortably aware of arousal that was starting to blossom as a result from it. An unwilling and horrible arousal.

The next changes made him almost stagger to his changing legs to try and run. He felt his nipples starting to bloat and swell. At first they merely matched the plumpness that he had experienced yesterday, but they were soon over coming that. The skin felt hot and tender to the touch as he tried to watch what was happening. The feel of his legs twisting and popping as they changed much like his arms had. His pants were tearing away from his waist while he kicked his legs out to stop the feeling of pressure as the jeans were tightened to the point they were almost cutting off circulation. He panted under his breath and squirmed before he managed to writhe out of his pants.

Oh god his nipples ached. They were growing rapidly thicker until it felt as if his skin was being stretched taut. They WERE being stretched taut! They were filling out until they looked almost like a woman's breasts, but there were two of them. The nipples were thickening and aching until his eyes watered. It was as if the tightly drawn skin was going to split, but it just held. He moved to all fours and sobbed out as he felt his 'breasts' swinging forward under him, so heavy they were being jiggled back and forth. His stomach lurched and he realized that they were forming udders! The nipples were so thick around they soon rivaled his thumb and the weight of them shifted backwards towards his stomach.

His cock moved against his inner thighs as they grew larger and broader, then it brushed against something else. He had to crane his head around to look and he let out a low cry in humiliation at the sight. What had been simply teats had changed into a heavy set of udders that were larger than his head! The thick teats brushed against the ground and even as he watched it jiggled slightly. It felt so sore that it made him want to cringe away from the thought of moving to feel the echoing movements in it. He rolled his eyes up a little in terror towards his younger sister who watched with a grin on her face. The little squirt was enjoying this! How could she enjoy this? What had he done to her?!

He pushed himself to his feet when he felt a gut wrenching sensation running through him, something wasn't right! He couldn't even see what was wrong, he just felt something shifting inside of him until he felt as if his stomach were cramping up. He tried to fight it off but then he felt a shifting behind him and he lowed out in terror as he lurched forward a few steps on his cloven hooves. It was only then that he realized that he was actually an animal. A cow! He felt the weight of the udder jiggling under him so full that it made his stomach tight trying to hold it up. Maybe that was what was making him feel so strange, the udder was pulling at places inside of him. Everything felt awkward and overly large.

~~*~~

Thom trembled as the last burning heat slipped from his body. He had been only slightly aware of anything save the rush of strange pain and the popping of his joints as his body was changed from that of a man into something else entirely. He slowly pushed himself up onto his legs, but the moment he did he realized that his body was entirely changed. He didn't stand up on his feet, instead he stared at his cloven hooves that sank into the soft earth. A large broad snout rested between his eyes while he gave his head a sharp shake. He could hear the flapping of his ears on his head before he let out a lowing cry of denial. It was echoed next to him eerily. When he turned his head to one side he saw a large black and white Holstein standing beside him with wide dark brown eyes.

"Lucint! Get the lead on him!" The words came from his Aunt Mary, and gave him no time to react before he felt something slip around his head. Something leather and heavy as the halter was pulled into place.

"I have him Aunt Mary, do you have Advent?" Lucint pulled suddenly so that the tugging movement forced him to take a step towards the trailer. He let out a low moo in protest as he flipped his ears back against his head.

"C'mon now Advent, let's go. There's a good cow. Look at her udder!" Thom turned his head to one side and saw the heavy swaying udder beneath the black and white cow. Aunt Mary was leaned back as she led Advent to be tied off at the trailer. "I've never seen an udder so large."

"Thom's isn't nearly so impressive." His head was lifted upwards so that he was tied to the trailer. He barely had time to let out a pleading lowing cry before he felt a finger suddenly prodding right against something heavy against his lower belly.

Thom froze as the finger moved down and then gripped something at the end of the heavy....udder. UDDER?! She let out a cry of protest as she managed to twist her head down to see the truth between her haunches. An udder that was considerably smaller than Advent's rested there with four thick teats that looked swollen and red. She could feel her wife's fingers massaging against one teat and watched in horror as it was pulled downwards. The tugging sensation made her stomach tense up, but it didn't matter. Not when there was a stream of milk shooting out of it to land on the ground in a puddle. She let out a moan of denial before there was another pull that forced the milk towards the tip once more. Lucint let out a soft cry of delight at the sight and then gave the udder such a heavy pat that it swayed back and forth.

"Now, THOMAS! ADVENT! Listen to me." She lifted her head miserably to stare at the suddenly severe sounding Mary. This had to be a dream. This couldn't be real. "We're going to teach you the meaning of industry. I have no wish to see both of you remain cows. So one of you will become human again."

"Only ONE of you." Lucint carried on the conversation. Advent let out a sound like hope and Thom glared at him before staring at his Aunt. That horrible old woman. "The one who can prove they've learned their lesson by working to produce the most milk will be allowed to become human again. The one who fails will stay as they are to learn how to become more productive."

Thom felt a shock run through her at those words. What did she mean? Remain this way? How on earth could she make more milk? She pawed the ground with one heavy cloven hoof and pulled at the lead as she heard a clattering of metal come from near by. Her daughter moved and ducked just beneath her nose. Melissa rubbed her muzzle with a grin before handing a bucket to her mother before darting over to her aunt to offer the second one. They couldn't be serious! She wasn't really a cow! She couldn't be milked! She tried to pull away from where the bucket was placed near her large legs and flipped her ears back against her head. It didn't really do anything save shift her a few inches to the side. The moment she started to move her halter was being tugged taut from the lead attached to the trailer.

"Are you ready, Lucint?" Thom flinched as he felt hands stroking along his udders while she twitched just a little bit. She wasn't ready! But her wife seemed more than ready. "Melissa, whenever you're ready!"

"Ready.....set.....GO!" Thom flinched at her daughter's delighted cry as if she were trying to call the start of a real race. She didn't have time to think more than that though. Lucint was already moving to grab ahold of the swollen reddened teats.

Thom flattened her ears down as she felt her wife's fingers wrapping right along the edge of her udder. They moved down along her swollen teat until they reached the very base and only then pulled them so that pressure started to fill her. It was uncomfortable and made her want to pull away, but at the same time there was a need growing in her. The pressure reached its apex a moment before a fresh rush of milk spilled out into the pail with a loud metallic sound. The next movement just made it worse as the fingers pulled again and her aching udder was tugged at so that she let out a cry before the milk splashed down into the pail and some small amount of relief was given. Advent lowed out next to her and she turned her head to see Aunt Mary gripping the udders in a firm confident manner as she started to tug and pull, but from the sound she was already dragging out heavy spurts of milk.

For the first time she realized that it was a race! If she didn't produce the most milk they had said she'd be stuck like this. She shifted and spread her haunches a bit and felt her ears burn as she tried desperately to find a way to produce more milk. Lucint didn't seem to know exactly what she was doing compared to Aunt Mary, but that didn't' stop her from trying. She gripped too hard so that there was a sudden spasm of pain that ran through her and automatically tried to swat her tail out to drive the touch away. It didn't work, not at all. Instead she was given a sudden slap right against the curve of her rump, by her daughter of all people, in warning. How much worse could this be? The entire time two hands were tugging and pulling harder against her teats so she felt a mingling of relief and embarrassment at what was happening. At the same time she wanted desperately to out produce her son!

~~*~~

Advent had never been so humiliated, embarrassed and angry in all her life. The feel of Aunt Mary pulling at her teats made him flinch. They felt overly large and swollen, but the pulls gave her a sense of relief. That sense of being emptied and relief both sparked outrage that they could bring her to this. The sprays hit the bucket and he heard the metallic sounds slowly disappear to be replaced with the wet sound of the streams hitting the pooling milk. She let out a soft groan in her throat. She couldn't even think about the contest, not with the sensation of fingers tugging at the overly sensitive teats that had her shuddering. She didn't want to look over at his father. The tan cow was smaller than her and slightly less bulky, but it was horrifying to think that that was her dad. How could that be her Dad? How could this be her?!

"TIME!" She swiveled her ears up to see her sister grinning at her. Melissa's lips were in a broad excited smile as she looked down at a little clock in her hand.

"Aunt Mary! TIME!" Lucint's voice came out with laughter and playful admonishment as the hands on her teats gave a final pulling tug that forced a groan from her throat.

"Oh alright, I just wanted to make sure she was good and empty." Advent winced slightly and squirmed in place trying to not show any real emotion that she was feeling.. It was hard though, especially when the fingers gave a tweak to one of her nipples causing her to let out a startled cry.

"Well, Melissa, you get to be the judge. Which of these fine cows has a new place at our farm?" Her mother walked forward and Advent tried to strain forward slightly. Why was she doing this to him? He hadn't done anything to deserve this sort of treatment!

"Well, Dad gave an awful lot of milk in such a short time." Advent watched as she peered into the bucket. Her heart dropped in her chest at those words. An awful lot of milk. How much was a lot? She risked glance at her changed father. "But Advent gave a whole lot more. She nearly filled up the entire bucket!"

"Are you sure?" Aunt Mary walked forward and made a show of looking into both buckets before her lips turned up into a grin, "Well what do you know! She did indeed give more milk!"

There was a protesting bellow from the Jersey cow next to Advent, but she could only feel weak kneed with relief that she had out produced. The relief was short lived when added to the sense of shame at having been milked and what's more, milked that much! Her teats felt slightly chafed and sore as she thought about it, but the unbearable full feeling was no longer present offering hersome sort of relief. She let out a shuddering sigh of happiness and then glanced at her relatives expectantly with her ears pricked up high on her head. She'd be allowed to become human now! Her padded nose twitched slightly and she held back from wanting to lick with her long animated tongue. She had been humiliated enough today.

"Well that's all well and good." Her mother stared at her for a long moment, "But I think seeing how productive she was, she could give just a BIT more before she's changed back." Advent let out a lowing cry of protest.

"I think you're right, Lucint dear. Perhaps we can milk her for something more valuable this time." Aunt Mary moved to slide up along her splotched side and Advent couldn't' stop a slight flinching sensation. "After all, you don't have a bull on your farm and it's expensive paying stud fees."

At the word stud fees the fingers brushed against the curve of her side and she let out a sharp cry that bellowed forth from between her lips. Her entire body seemed to twist and her stomach tensed up. Without thinking she lurched forward and nearly hit her nose right against the side of the trailer as things inside of her started to change and reform. Her stomach felt strangely hot and the heat spread to the edges of her haunches, but no further than that. What was that horrible old woman doing now?! The pressure grew and she rolled her eyes back fearfully. She expected to see her udder swelling again, but instead it was starting to retract and pull upwards into the curve of her belly. It seemed to melt against the mottled flesh as it changed and one of the teats seemed to form a tube that attached low onto her stomach. Her entire body began to swell and grow more muscular as her height increased dramatically.

She found herself staring down at her family briefly before something changed along her stomach that made her lurch against the trailer. The tube that was forming along the lower part of her belly peeled back. The long bristled hairs were parted as a flash of deep dark red came into view and then disappeared again. A long thin boned cock filled out his sheath as the young bull threw his head in confusion. What were they doing? They said they'd turn him human! This wasn't human! Even if it was male, it was disturbing to see the heavy furred sheath swinging beneath him and a glimpse of low hanging balls brushing the insides of his legs. He tensed up and let out a groan of denial that went unanswered.

"Melissa, love, you can do the honors. I'm sure he'll be just as proficient in this as he was with being milked the other way." Advent turned his eyes to his mother in complete horror. He couldn't mean what he thought she meant.

Apparently she did, as Melissa walked forward holding what looked like a rolled rubber tube in one hand and crouched down beside him. He bellowed out a denial when he felt the hand sliding beneath his broad chest and stomach and then felt it brushing over the exposed sheath. His sister's hand slid over it gently and started rubbing. It was horrible to feel his own flesh and blood pulling along the sheath as it moved over his retracted cock. He wanted to jerk himself away, but he was held fast by the tether and soon his mother moved to grip the base of the halter to keep him completely still. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. He tried to focus on the horror of being a cow, on his fear of being kidnapped, his humiliation of being bound next to his father. But the gentle hands were insistent as they pulled along the outline of his cock.

Despite himself the gentle massaging touch and worse the sharp scent of something in the air started to make him tremble. He arched his hips and let out another cry as he flared his nostrils. The scent just grew more intense as he felt his cock starting to stir inside of his sheath. Despite his best efforts to stop it he could feel it starting to slide free and push outwards into the air. It inched it's way further and further out until he could feel air brushing over the exposed tip. He snapped his eyes open the moment he felt an eager hand wrapping around his cock tip and giving it a pull. The moment he did he found himself nearly standing nose to nose with his changed father. That was the source of the smell! He was getting aroused by his own father!

Try as he might he couldn't block that scent out of his nose, despite the fact it was his father. The feel of his sister's hands gently pulled and stroked s inch by inch the glistening slippery cock pushed its way free of its sheath. It inched out into the light while he groaned and his hips gave a shuddering buck so that a splatter of precum hit the ground in a thick drop followed by another. His ears burned as he pushed them back against his head, but he couldn't stop himself. His sister's hands wrapped round his cock and suddenly started to pull back and forth. The gentle movements had him rocking forward and spreading his haunches a bit wider so that he could push harder against the touches. Even as he did so he felt another syrupy drop of his precum welling up into the tip and coating her fingers while he tried not to cry.

Instead he shoved his head against his father's neck as the cow let out a protesting noise and tugged against her lead in attempt to get away. That scent was thick and intoxicating. It lit his mind on fire as he snorted and let out a low groan before drawing in that scent again. Soon every inch of his cock was exposed and glistening in the light as his sister worked her hands from the base all the way up to the tip before slipping down again. He stomped one of his hind legs and tried to nip at his father's neck without thinking about it. He felt his vision almost go red as the teasing sensations running through his cock made him lash his tail and let out a bovine bellow of anger. He arched his back and started to thrust harder and faster. His entire body shoving into the movements as he rumbles and gave his head a sharp toss back and forth.

"Get the sleeve up over him, Melissa! He's starting to get more worked up now!" His mother's voice came to his ears dimly.

"I will..ugh.. He's so messy!!" His sister's voice hit his ears almost like cold water. Messy. It was her hands he was spraying his precum onto. Her hands that were rubbing and keeping his tapered cock erect beneath him.

Whatever he might have said or argued over when it came to that was lost the moment he felt something tight and soft sliding over his cock tip. His hips arched up and he lunged forward in a blind wave of desire as he slammed into the sleeve. His cock stretched it out as his balls slapped upwards almost against his sheath before he started to rapidly hump against it. He felt himself drooling on his father's neck as the cow struggled, but he didn't care. Somewhere in his animalistic mind all he could care about was breeding the cow. He was blind and eager as his hips hunched and his back arched while he slammed into the slickening sleeve over and over again. Even the wet noises as he forced his precum in and out didn't matter. His tail flicked up behind him as he let out a sharp bellow the moment he felt his massive orbs draw up between his haunches.

His orgasm hit him almost violently as his entire body seized up and he felt his muscles tensing and rippling along his back. His balls churned and suddenly his cock jutted forth and started to pulse as he felt thick virile bull semen erupting out of his tip in waves. It spilled out over and over again while he let out a sharper groaning cry and gave his hips a short buck forward. The movement rocked him forward before sliding back again as rope after rope of the thick stuff flooded into the sleeve. To his horror he didn't feel it rolling back around him. It was being drained and he shuddered as he looked down to see a baggy held by his sister in the palm of her hand filling out with the thick goo. Each twitch had her massaging around his cock and pulling it as if milking. He was being milked! Milked in an entirely new way that left him no sense of dignity!

"I think that's enough, Melissa, let's change the poor boy back and we can load up our new cow." Aunt Mary's voice came distantly, and he wanted to feel grateful, but all he felt was dirty. Especially since the scent of his father just made him more horny then he had been before his orgasm.

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Thom stared in horror through her son's ordeal. His muzzle against her neck coated the fur with drool and the sharp hot scent of bull that made her more and more uncomfortable. It made her want to go tearing away from him and at the same time lift her tail. She tried to keep herself in control and even managed to do it. Mostly. By the end she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her head was dropped down towards the ground. She had lost, were they really going to keep her a cow? Really? She didn't deserve this! Perhaps she deserved to be punished, but not like this! Who would even miss her? She didn't know anyone in town, didn't have a job to report too, nothing. She wanted to alternately bite someone and sob in despair. Her fear only increased as his wife and daughter and aunt surrounded his bovine son.

She watched in agony as the massive bulls form twisted and started to shrink. It started to dwindle down rapidly into something smaller and smaller as the fur retreated and he was left naked, trembling and bare skinned in the night air. All she could think was outrage that they would do this to anyone. She glared at her aunt even through her humiliation as she watched her daughter gathering up the partially conscious naked form of her brother. His cock still slick from his experience as a bull, but at least the scent was no longer arousing. At least she no longer wanted to raise her tail. Even Lucint went to help her son as they started to edge towards the truck that was hooked up to the trailer. Didn't they care about her?!

"You can thank me later.." Melissa's voice was almost too soft, but Thom's long animalistic ears picked it up as she murmured into Advent's ear. Thank her?! Had Advent just won because Melissa had wanted him too? She hadn't even had a chance in the rigged 'competition'!

"You two go ahead, I have one last chore to do before we can load Thom here up." Aunt Mary gave her a fiercely triumphant smile that she returned with a glare of her own. "Well Thom, I see that you're still angry, mmm?"

Thom just continued to glare as the old woman set something inside of the trailer and started to move about as if she were gathering things together. She twitched his ears up a little and then flattened them down trying to figure out exactly what was happening. It wasn't until she turned around that she let out a terrified sound and yanked back on the lead. In her hand was a slender looking innocuous tube that ended in a pale blue ball. It was nearly a foot and a half long! She yanked harder against the lead as her Aunt advanced. She knew what it was. It was a common tool around the farm yard, it was used to inseminate animals rather than risk them being bred by a willful stud. She twisted her hips to one side until she was shoved lengthwise against the trailer before the old woman's hands slid up and stroked along the curve of the shoulder.

"Now now, don't worry Thom, I saw you snuffling at poor Advent. I don't doubt that this is exactly what you've been waiting for, mmm?" The old woman's voice made her tremble inside as the hand slid down to her haunches. "Now just hold still and we'll make sure he sires a fine next generation."

She bellowed out a protest as a worn hand gripped the base of her tail and suddenly gave a yank upwards. She could feel herself being exposed to wind and when she heard a chuckle she felt one digit touching the exposed folds. It was outrageous and horrifying. And she could feel that she was wet. The humiliation made her feel sick as the finger slipped to the side and was joined with another that forced the female folds apart. She tried to clench internal muscles she wasn't used to as something hard and plastic pushed up against the inner lining. Despite herself her body shuddered and started to relax. She couldn't even twitch her tail down as the touch stimulated some primal part of her mind that had been waiting for this since she had scented the bull.

The plastic nub slipped inside of her and suddenly and brutally pushed inwards. There was no pose as the slender tool delved deeper and deeper into her unprotected body. She tried to force it out with a cry, but her body rippled and seemed more eager to pull it in more deeply. The sick sensation rose up as the plastic tip suddenly shoved up against the only barrier between it and her fertile womb. She lunged forward only to have her head tucked down as the lead was drawn taut and heard her aunt chortle softly to herself. The hard plastic slowly coaxed the cervix open until she felt the muscles wrapping around it tightly and then it punched all the way through. With a mournful cry she felt the liquid being forced up inside of her in a spray hard enough she felt it splattering against the back of her womb. Her own son's semen freshly milked lodged inside of her fertile body.

It wasn't long after that she was pulled into the truck with her tail held tightly over her folds. Her entire body shaking in reaction as she imagined she could feel the bull semen in her womb as she was loaded into the trailer and it was closed up behind her. As she dropped her head down and pulled her ears back she continued to tremble in humiliated rage and the desire to cry. Deep in her womb the eager sperm were already latching onto the fertile egg to ensure that her udders would never been dry and soon she would carry a fine young calf. All she could think as the trailer lurched into motion was that she should have seen to the spring planting. If she had, perhaps she wouldn't have been fertilized herself. She could only pray that her wife would one day have mercy on her.

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