Ken's had a quite the time during the past two days. Taking his walk he stumbled on a mircle of a Medallion. A demonic power cursing the owner of the Medallion. No lust, wish, desire, passion would be denied to the one to holds or wears the chain hold this Medallion.
As Ken walked down the old Pitcher street, filled with potholes and rough as a cob. In some ways Ken had enjoyed being a Palamino colt. As in a perverted way he thought it interesting experiance to have been a stallion cock for half a day. It was hard to figure which one of the forms gave the most pleasure.
Animal pleasure was cutting into Ken's desire for self preservation. As much as he liked what he had been, the ability of retaining his mental self was paramount. This was a peril if lingering as a beast or part thereof one could lose conscious thought and allow the animal nature to wash away all humanity.
As he walked by fence rows and pasture he thought back to remaining as the Palamino colt. Then the warmth as the Medallion started to tap it's demonic powers, cause Ken to deny the wish and continue on home.
BELLOW-MOOOOOOooo! As Ken stops dead in the road. Dark as the night was he saw the outline of a bovine. A bovine which was alone and longed for some note of life, any kind of friendly life.
Ken jumped the ditch alone the rural street. Standing near the electric fence, the bovine strolled over. The head was massive and reddish fur showed a Hereford type.
The shocking fence was short for Ken as he stepped over into the pasture. Patting the great head, Ken sought to know it's gender. Kneeling down Ken saw a sheath of such size that he started to get hard. Ken reached to touch the furry sheath and poked hid finger into the end of the pouch.
Wiggling he could just touch the end of a leathery penis. Left haand stroking the sheath back to the soft ball size testicles, he admired their feel and weight.
Suddenly out of the dark came a swat! A heavy boney tail wacked Ken up side his dumb head. "Damn it you stupid bull, I wish I was a bull and could spend day after day swatting your dirty face with my tail. I think if....."
A sudden feeling and Ken looked down to see the Medallion glowing as a light bulb on his chest. moving to touch it found clover hooves replaced his hands. Red and white Hereford fur was moving ever faster over his complete form.
Ken tried to add to his wish and mention a time limit, but too late as he offered the words he MOOOOOOOooooooed!
Coveralls tore and he kicked off the mucking rubber boots, soon he would join the bull as a brother in the flesh.