The thoughts of your human self are still clear in your squared boney head as the feelings of being bovine of form well up. Nutless and a steer but still filled with male bovine hormones the desire to get a hard on with this sensual time makes one feel ever more the beast.
Looking around one knows the obvious use of a steer. You gon'a bet fed till your plump, driven to your destiny, and slaughtered for the center plate of some families' Sunday dinner.
"MOOOOOOOOO !"