Happy hoofs pranced with an eager anticipation of the lusty want that invigorated John to wish for living the crude lifestyle of Roscoe, the farm stud.
Closing the gap between stud and the harem of mares, as John got closer his male member dropped and flagged for the wide eyed herd.
John knew what stud horses do when in the mindset of rut, and coming to a willing mare, he sniffed her rump, licked at her vulva, and his human mind blended with the animal, making a formidable stud.
The knowledge of all he had seen of horses mating helped John to enter the mare, sliding his huge draft horse size of shaft down deep into the hot body of a mare in need.
Slowly at first, John rocked his huge pelvis region, it working his shaft like some locomotive side rod, as he gained a rhythm, the sensation making his concerns vanish and the delights of being a stud seemed worth the degrading of his self.
After he had found his great pleasure with three of the herd of horny mares, John, then Roscoe stood down, turned to grazing, and let the animal he was take full control of him.
All worry for what wrongs the real Roscoe was doing while living inside the body of John had faded into some vague oblivion; John felt no concern. All he had of any want was for his living satisfied by dealing with the pangs of Jackass life.