My head is heavy and I feel a growing, horns, ram's curling horns. They grow and curl behind soft furry ears, it tickles! I lower myself to all fours. Looking up at the round percheron mare's rump, I a bathed in a shower of horse urine.
Animal senses don't seem to mind and I accept the shower as if annointed to the animal world. Walking to the barnyard, soaked I smell of animal now and relish is the stinch.
Lust, big time claws at my inner thoughts. Goats, sheep I lust to couple, a need so deep in my nonsouled form that I can think of nothing else.
The goat pen looms in front of me and father's eight nannies look at me with equal lust. Jumping the five foot fence was easy and I snuff each one.
The night is young and I have all tomorrow to lust, desire and fill my horn of plenty with SEX.