Fingers armed with hooflet fingernails you stand before the mirror of truth. Fingers fondle the thick sheath as feeling it brings on thoughts of passion and dreams of conquest.
Little by little what is now part of you eeks out past the long coarse hairs of your very bovine bullish sheath. Black hairy hands grip the hot pink shaft as you begin to stroke it with a new wild passion.
Snorting in mad bull style you are huffing with every stroke of a penis long and narrow but hot with wild intent for personal pleasures.
Your sounds are not without another taking notice as the large minotaur approached and smiles. "I welcome you as a brother and being we shal be as brothers this is our family's sign or being what we are!" said the big black Minotaur.
He reaches out to you face and with lighning action clips a brass ring threw the bridge of your large nostrilled nose.
You scream in pain and outrage only to find seconds later the relaxing sensation of being a part of his family. Now you belong to a herd, a part of it and the master of many cows. You think how nice it will be mounting, humping, and enjoying you new life.