Each summer in a small town in Montana, the local 4H club held a "beauty pageant" for various farm animals. It was a contest of health, breeding, and upbringing for pigs, cows, bulls, and horses that were raised on the nearby ranches. Michelle had a small ranch all to herself, and she had been entering her prize bulls into the contest for years but she'd never won the prize money.

The prize was sizable -- $10,000 for 1st place overall, with no money for 2nd. It was all or nothing. Michelle needed that money, if she was going to keep running her ranch independently and not have to sell out to a large conglomerate farm. Her finances were a wreck and land was being bought up to consolidate into a gigantic pasture for a dairy.

Her bull, Midas, was beautiful. He had strong hauches, silky brown fur, and was very well behaved. Michelle loved brushing his fur and giving him baths, especially the part where she kept him clean between his legs. Midas always ranked high for "testicle weight" and "scrotal shape/size" because he had such a giant package. Still, there were a lot of prime bulls out there, and Michelle knew she had to clean him up as best she could for this years contest if she was going to have a chance. One bull in particular would be quite a challenge -- his name was Angus, and he was owned by a nearby rancher, a woman named Sam.

"I know you've got what it takes to win this year, Midas. We don't have a choice...we need that prize money and I don't know if we can wait another year," she said to him as she brushed his back. Midas just munched on his grain happily. He shifted his weight, making his pendulous ball bag swing back and forth where it hung. Michelle watched it swing in an arc, amazed that evolution would produce such a vulnerable handicap on an animal.

A week later Michelle took Midas to the contest. He had been prepped as best as she could, but the competition was fierce this year. The judges lined up the bulls and began inspecting them.

"This one gets top marks for appearance, temperment, and health," the judge said to Michelle, checking boxes on his clipboard. "What a fine animal!" Michelle became hopeful but worried that another bull, further down the line, might somehow win enough points in one catagorey or another to displace Midas and get the $10,000. She nervously watched the judges move down the line, and took heart at the fact that they didn't seem to impressed with any of the other contestants. That is, until they came to Sam and her bull Angus.

"This bull is tied with Midas, owner Michelle, on all attributes as far as I can see," said the judge, petting the fur, looking at the bull's teeth and eyes, checking the hooves. Moving toward the bull's haunches, he continued, "Yup, it looks like a tie could....oh...my god..." The judge was crouching down and looking at something Michelle couldn't see. She moved to get a better look at Angus' rear and saw what the judge was gaping at.

Angus had really come into his own in the past year, fully maturing as an adult bull. Hanging 16" between his legs were the biggest, heaviest pair of gonads Michelle had ever seen. His scrotum hung like a wide, bulging rope down toward the ground, and the bag was stretched across two gigantic balls, each the size of Michelle's fists.

"Holy cow, no pun intended!" exclaimed the judge. "Jack, bring over the scale!" The judge assistant brought over the weighing device and had the bull back up so that he could place the balls, one at a time, onto the scale. "7 pounds for the left one, 7.2 for the right. We have a winner!" Michelle's heart sank. She had been on track to win, and lost by a nose! Or rather, by a few ounces! She watched with anger as the judges taped the coveted blue ribbon to Angus' shoulder.

"The $10,000 prize goes to Angus, who was tied with Midas in all catagories but pulled ahead in the testicular weight and scrotal shape catagories to secure the blue ribbon!" The other ranchers sighed and began to take their animals out of the pavilion. Sam looked over at Michelle and gave a wry smile.

"Well, Midas came close, but you know what they say," she sneered at Michelle as she walked over, Angus in tow, "you gotta have what it takes!" She looked down between Midas' legs and smirked. "Some bulls just don't have the balls to win I guess." Michelle clenched her fists but held her tounge as Sam walked off.

"Cmon, Midas, lets go back home."

Michelle couldn't sleep. It wasn't the hot, humid air keeping her up. How could she sleep when the prize money had been taken from her at the last minute? "Goddamn that woman Samantha," she thought. "I can't let her get away with this. Sneering at me, making fun of Midas, looking down on me like she's so great...I'll show her. I'll make sure Angus won't ever compete again." She got out of bed and dressed. Sam's ranch was about 5 miles away. Not wanting to alert anyone to her intended crime, Michelle drove over there with her lights off and at a low speed. She stopped a ways off from her rival's land and walked over to the low fence. Climbing over it, she crept toward the stables. Angus had his own pen, away from the other animals. "I'll make sure you never compete with me again, you stupid bull," she whispered.

Angus looked up at her entry. He didn't do anything other than chew and snort, apparently he was used to a woman coming into his stables in the night. He still had the blue ribbon attached to his shoulder, glinting in the low light like a mocking wink at Michelle. She went over to a nearby wall and looked at the tools hanging there. A lamp, an axe, a pitchfork, a shovel...then she found what she needed. Unhooking the large shears from the wall, with their long handles and the beaked, curved blades at the end, she tested them out. The leverage was good, a person could put a lot of force down on the blades by moving the wide handles. She walked over to Angus.

"Well, you dumb animal, I hope you enjoyed that blue ribbon. It's the last prize you'll get, after I take my prize." She came up to the back of his pen and looked through the slats. His enormous nuts still hung at the bottom of his stretched sac, trying to escape the summer heat. Michelle put down the shears and kneeled behind him. Cupping the lower of the two balls in her hands, she felt how heavy it was. It was like an oval bowling ball, bigger than her two fists but with the texture of an orange or ripe fruit. "I don't know why you seem so used to a woman coming in here late at night, Angus, but I doubt a single girl like Samantha would let these go unused for very long."

She let go of the nut and fondled the other one giving it a gentle squeeze, and ran her hand up and down his thick scrotum. It felt like two big ropes, big enough to carry a giant load when they were used, inside a soft leather bag. She pulled the two balls through one of the gaps in the pen and let them lay against the wood. Angus didn't seem to mind having his balls played with or the texture of the wood on his sensitive skin. Michelle took the blue ribbon from his side and taped it to the base of his scrotum where it connected to his body. "After all, that's really how you won. The judges didn't give this prize to a bull, they gave it to an enormous pair of balls," she said under her breath.

Michelle picked the shears back up and placed the beak-like blades on either side of the long, ropy scrotum, right below where the blue ribbon was. With one last look at the prize dangling down below, she put all her strength into the handles of the shears and, with a grunt, cut Angus' balls off. They fell the remaining few inches to the ground with a heavy thud, and Angus let out a bellowing howl.

With no time to waste, and wanting to avoid getting much blood on her, Michelle picked up her prize by the top of the severed bag and quickly left the stables. As she was walking back to her car, she held up the huge leathery bag and looked at it in the moonlight. Two huge fruits still dangled at the end...a decent consolation prize, she thought.