Derrick stood in the pasture, surrounded by cows. He felt totally relaxed and satisfied, content and fulfilled in a way that he had never experienced in his short human life. Sex was not like this for humans. he knew some of the boys at school who had tried it, or at least claimed to have done it. But no matter how good it might be, there was the fear of consequences - getting a girl pregnant, or getting some disease. There was none of that here. His only purpose was to fill the cows with his seed, with no responsibilities or worries after. Maybe it wasn't rocket science, maybe he'd never win awards or make anyone proud. But would anything else ever be so deeply satisfying?
To think he had been so worried about being stuck as a minotaur. Derrick's bovine brow furrowed as he tried to remember why. Well, minotaurs had to work. What was work? It was a struggle to think - he was aware that his mind was dulled, his intelligence lower. That should bother him, shouldn't it? Yet the concern was like smoke drifting across his brain, too insubstantial to grasp. He did not need intelligence to fuck. It came naturally. If anything, mating got easier and more focused every time he did it. He chewed cud and let his mind drift.
It was warm out, the sun on his broad back. Derrick had to shake off a heaviness of thought, and found himself still in the pasture. The sense of accomplishment and satisfaction still filled his mind, but now the memories of mounting cows ran together. He had been at this for a long time now. Two weeks, he realized. And the most recent cow had been as wonderful as the first. Still, there were new thoughts in his head - no, old ones. The thoughts of Derrick the human boy. He had been enjoying the simplicity and focus of being a bull, allowing the beast to have total control. In truth, Derrick had been as much a bull as any born animal - with the comprehension and intelligence of a bull to match his form. It had been wonderful - the best experience of his life. So why was he 'waking' now? The human memories distracted him from the pleasures of his bestial body, and broke the perfect contentment of his animal mind.
Two weeks. Oh, right! The vacation was over. He would have to go back home, a puny human facing school and work and family, responsibilities and worries. Maybe if he stayed here in the herd, they wouldn't find him, and he'd regain that blissful animal soul.