The minotaur waited patiently while the massive bull pondered what to do. Finally, Derrick snorted and entered the new pasture, ready to service his new cows as a real bull. He knew this was an important decision, and maybe he was making the wrong one. But even as a blur, his activities over the past two weeks were the most satisfying of his life. Mounting each cow was intense, a sensation not only pleasurable but instinctive, filling a primal need. What could he accomplish as a human? Some dead-end job, maybe a wife and children. Here he had countless females and would sire many offspring.
A female was already approaching, and Derrick let his bull's awareness have full control. Mating was automatic, yet the experience was just as thrilling and important to his animal mind as the first. The minotaur watched as the bull found two more willing partners, then grunted and smiled as he trudged back to the Spa.
"Well?" The boy's family was waiting by the reception desk, still expecting their son back. The girl saw the minotaur approaching alone and sighed. Another guest had decided to join the Spa's staff. Or in this case, the Spa's livestock. The minotaur nodded to her questioning look. "Very happy as a bull. He chooses to stay as he is."
The receptionist pulled up the file on the boy, still showing his human form along with images of his family. The father frowned and started to say something about calling management if they did not produce... then the man blinked and looked confused. The receptionist took a last look at the file, which now showed only a photo of a large black bull, then closed it. The mother looked around and said "Well, it has been a great two weeks, but we are all here now, and I am ready to go home."
The three Andersons, none remembering there had been a fourth when they arrived, headed for the exit.