"Being a bovine," is life as a multi-stomached animal able to eat greenery, or rotting silage, and digest all into a slimed slurry that spews out the anal passage as green water, or rank tubular shaped poo...
Being a four legged furred bull animal is as all male, with a weighty big scrotum, a long sheath, and a self thrusting penis. As do cows, bulls have a bony tail ending in the long bushy switch for swatting at pesky insects. Large oval shaped furry ears work as well to disturb flies and bothering insects feeding on eye mucus, nasal snot, and wanting moisture off my wet tongue.
Fur covered bovine dense hide holds but one sensual grace, it ruffles from a passing breeze or wind. It works well to protect from wintry cold weather, but accepts as holds the summer sun rays and heat to make a bull thirsty. Flies like to clean my anus, my sheath, scrotum, and penis when it protrudes into the light of day. My muzzle lips and nostrils work to smell of and gather to me what is my food. I own no horns for defense, but my dense bony forehead works well to brash-brawl-fight for breeding rights with other bulls.
I am an animal, and maybe my friends if still as humans would ask as so what?
An animal knows only its bodily delights, cares not for the feelings of either animal or a human. I have only sex as a distraction from grazing, or standing, hearing my gut grumble as what I ingested is digested; yuck!
Lusty remembered frolicking with Circe or her lovely handmaidens, as what they did so nicely, gives me again a good reason to enjoy the sensation of a stiff bovine cock to leak pre. I wonder as well about those big Minotaur fellows, they were castle guards by day and roamed the pastures at night. They were in part as still human, but had no recollection of motherly taught toilet use, and did what they felt a need anywhere they walked.
Circe had satyrs too, both males and alluring females, as one cute doe goat satyr wooed me one glorious night; she suggesting that I should request my becoming as similar to her, so that we could be as lesbian satyrs together. I did not appreciate her suggestion, and when as after she said to Circe I wanted to be a female satyr, I denied the idea as being mine. Circe saw the satyress for what she was and gifted her a new future being a doe goat nanny on four legs.
My friends accepted and eagerly became what Circe had a need for each to become and serve. I was the only holdout, but what did it gain me?