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How Does a Sprite' Work

A deeply inhaled breath and it was exhaled as if a sigh from finding of being a bull as comforting. Eyes close as sleepy from a busy day learning about gaining an appreciation for becoming as is a animal, a Bull!

Barn straw covers the harsh concrete floor that by having to walk on hoofs, cloven hooves, the surface tends to send a hurt up along the four legs.

Naked but furry, the sensations from forelegs bent to set tucked neating below the warm chest, as are tbe hind legs, hocks and feet with cloven hooves tucked snug to the lower abdomen; granting of warmth to the large scrotum in a way similar to how the furred sheath gives protection to what lies relaxed and snuggling up and inside the sheath.

He, him who was not by birth born to be as an animal or a bovine Bull, lay then sleeping, forgetting what he ever read about what was the lifestyle of such a brute beast. As he was dreaming the cxute Sprite left to be with him during his first year of being an animal, she fluttered about waiting to take note of his REM sleep beginning.

REM, or rapid eye movements cause the eyelids to flutter if slightly, but seen by the magical Sprite.

He who was held in a mindless form of slumber, was, from the Sprite as instilled with his first dream of that fated night. As if again his manly self and he day-dreaming about what he would feel from being as an Angus breed and a black furred Bull, felt his penis begin to become as erect.

Recalling of when he had hands and fingers to feel at his maleness, the then Bull dreamed of reading a story written by Wolphin, as how then the ending did arouse his sexual desire. Moaning and a hardy sort of bullish snort almost awakened the slumbering young Bull.

Charlese, the name of that overly friendly as evil a Sprite, she being a devil guised as if a pretty girl with butterfly wings. Her form did not affect the intent of her wishing for what was given to her to watch and guide, she felt the task as beneath her sense of dignity.

Ready to inflict a dream upon her bullish victim, she began by enlightening his subconscious with future situations of a Bull feeling the call of Rut. As sleeping, the sheath on his black furred belly began to move, as a Bullish big penis, or cock began to become aroused by a dreaming mind.

As the aroused penis stood erect he who became a Bull did stretch back long his hind legs and took to wiggling his hind cloven hoofs.

The Sprite had her victim seeinng before him the vile as crude formed labia and urniary opening of a female, a cow. As he had read about bovine courting several dozen times, he felt his need to sniff, and from the scent he expected, came then the want to give it, his sexual target a broad-tongued lick.

The human mindset remaining still caused him, as then a Bull to shiver at the expected flavor of tasting dried and encrusted cow poo, as well dried drips of cow urine, as if they were some sort of bovine style aphrodisiac.

Aroused to his most heightened mindset of wild desire, he who was then a Bull did dream of with a front legged leap, a bounding at while his erect cock tip strained with hope to touching of leathery, wind and sun worn set of lips.

The Sprite knew that the first try was rarely a full success for a bull when mating. Yet time was of the essence, and in a dream reality is not the usual. Charlese, the Sprite felt about as horny as did her victim, for she had him find his sexual target. As the tip of the erect bullish cock did touch the tough lips of cow sex, the cock jolted forward, spearing inside the cow vagina.

Now dumb cow stands as if willing for her becoming inseminated, but takes a step or two forward, forcing her lusty bull to follow, because she with her vaginal muscles holds his cock in a tight grip. He must follow or from that massive grip he were to stand down, his cock muscles would rupture, causing his future mating ability to slacken. A bull discovered of being penis-wise as injured is castrated, and soon sold to become as hamburgers.

Charlese wanted only for her male victim to gain his wildest desires as met and enjoyed during his time of slumber. As in his dream the cock slide in deep to bottoming, where the tip peakled open the cervix to the cow womb.

Such a wild sense of personal elation filled the sleeping mind of he who had wished and asked to become as a bovine male animal, he was a Bull!

Stirring from his vivid dream, he the Bull rolled over and the Sprite began a second dream. A full and vividly recalling subconscious mind did dream then of a remembered art work done by someone using the penname of Isatan. The artwork was of a peaceful green rolling forested hills as he the male there was a black furred Minotaur lying on the grassy ground, as busily mawing, licking the vaginal opening of a pretty, petite, female, Pixie. She held her Minotaur lover as captivated by her oralling suckling his black cock, it similar to that of a horse and not so much like the pointd, pink, colored cock of a Bull.

If from just the pictured memories of that erotic painting, he who had become a Bull drew from it the wild lust he wished to experience when and if he could someday, or somehow become a Bull.

Vile desires seem to encircle the plain as simple act of mating, but as do devils and Sprites tantilizing of humans, the acting turns devous and degrading. As he who was then a Bull, and sleeping, he could recall of more tender encounters with soft and loving a companion. Although his penis was then circumcised and not as a bull, tapered to a flat, as blunt tip about the size of a dime.

Oddly, as from some as then unrealized means, his bovine cock seemed much more sensual, as sensitive from the tip to where it cojoined the sheath. As did the sheath opening, it draped by long as coarse feeling hairs what added a tickling to both cock and from the sheath touching the cowish butt.

A snort turned to a open-mouthed sigh and he who was a sleepib Bull, did roll over as facing again where he began his dreaming, to feel the onslaught of a new dream.

That evil mind of Charlese the Sprite, she let her bull-human minded victim then dream of him being put inside a corral with as many as fifty cows feeling estrus. As then a bovine orgy began from weeping labia lips and squirts of cow urine to enhance the mindset of he who was a Bull to want to mate with all there in that corral.

Again, there came the recalled adventures of a writer named Hinny-mule and of a few of his victims, men changed into buck goats as found there sexual desires heightened times a hundred plus as the buck would mate all those in a pen before forced to enter eight pens filled with horny goats, sheep, or jennet donkeys.

Wild and horny, as wild sex, brutal thrusting, the seeking of enhanced as greater depths the cocks reached as if from becoming as animals, their feeling of sex was somehow enhanced.

That still human mind housed inside the head of an animal, as men, owners, wranglers, whoever they be did talk, speaking about the Bull breeding, busily mating with cows. He heard compliments about his eager ways of wanting to copulate with every cow, doing most more than twice. He listed with his big ears, hearing of a new bull as purchased, and soon of his either sale, or being retired, sent to slaughter, as made dead.

The dreamt thought of taken by force of a cattle prod and marched along a fenced enclosure to where a mechanical hammer would slamming- split open his skull, killing him; of this he felt a horrid sense of fear.

"Murroo...," he screamed his horrified cry as awakening from the vivid dream on his last few minutes of being alive.

As there fluttered Charlese, she with her petite hands fluttered mid-air, and stroking the length of his bovine size cock. Her sweet and calming voice worked to quell the vivid scenes of future death, and the ultimate dismembering of his strong bovine self to being then as red meat.

Excited and huffing, snorting each breath, he who had wished to become a bovine animal, a Bull, lay there thinking, wondering if his sensual wish was a foolish playing into the evil hands of devils filled with hate for those alive!


Written by Damn-Fool

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