A wistful thinker sits high on the peak of a hill overlooking the ranch there below. He sits dreaming his lust loving delight to be as if a stallion and stud animal, he like those there on the farm.
Stunned by what debauchery he can see, there seems to be some powerful people below, they there on the farm, as ranch-hand men become like donkeys, all horny and doing what he would if he could.
Half wanting to run down the hill and join the growing herd, his conscious reminds him that the touch of such would taint his soul.
Horny and getting worse by his watching, his own erection ready to bust out and shoot his load on the grassy hill, he cannot make up his mind. He wishes to be as horse or donkey, a stud stallion to mate, rut, and conquest a massive shaft deep inside the tight grip of a equine female.
Willing for corruption, yet unsure, he would want to remember of who and what he was and how he became an animal, if to appreciate what was and what he was then to be for the rest of his life.
Ready to yell a greeting and wave to them there below, he stands up and is ready to...