A Minotaur lost in a forest

You appear on the ground lying in a random forest, with nothing but trees in sight. You have a splitting headache, while trying to remember where, what, and who you are. Everything isn't making sense but you know your name is Skarnoth, and since you can remember you've spent your entire life as a bull. You remember growing up in a small town with your parents growing crops and farm animals. You left that safe place for an adventure hopefully to find your true love or to gain experience you can't quite remember. Searching around your body until you fine feel a book covered in silver with the words "Venereae Sanctorum" written in elegant cursive on its cover. You feel a sharp pain from your finger to your head. An explosion of knowledge flows into your head as everything in the book is presented to you in a list, an infinite array of spells all there in the flick of an eye.

You look around trying to remember how you got there. Looking for footprints or some sign with a name, you have no such luck. Looking around, all you see are tall trees each like a tall sturdy pillar holding the green sky above your head, the canopy full of bright greens and rich dark browns, some trees are bearing fruit while others have flowers blooming them or seeds hanging from each branch. It's a vibrant forest full of life and the sound of nature, insects chirping, birds singing, trees swaying, leaves rustling. The whole forest feels restless, in constant motion. The soft grass is underneath you, plush and full of life, and rich dirt that is moist to the touch. This forest, at least this corner, feels like one of the most peaceful places on this planet.

As you swish your head around, you find you have a golden ring attached to your nose. You reach up to touch your snout and snort feeling your nostrils flare against your touch. The golden ring enchanted with some sort of magic. Trying to make sure nothing hurt your face, you reach above your head to find curved horns, instead of the usual one for a bull you find horns that curl into spirals like a demon. There are in great condition and are sharp enough to prick you with their tips. It heals quickly. You feel downwards and feel your tough skin and fur of your ears, every seems fine.

After inspecting your head, you take a moment to look at your body and see large hooved feet with strong legs built from years of farm work. A tight 8 pack of abs ready to crush anything between them, and thick biceps and triceps from years carrying heavy bags for sale. Your body was built for manual labor, you wouldn't be surprised if somebody thought you were a black muscled rock wall with how chiseled your body is. Most people would mistake you for a ancient depiction of a Mycenaean Minotaur. All you're missing is a giant two-sided battleaxe and you would be fit for a labyrinth for a hero to explore.

New information blooms in your head, you're tall at least 7', like a giant pillar of obsidian. You peek at the goods under the loincloth covering your crotch, not that it hides much. A thick piece of equine meat hanging from your legs is fit to knock someone out. The measurement appear in your head, its 5" in diameter at the thinnest part and at the flare it's about 6"wide and about 10" soft, When erect it's about 6 wide at the thinnest and 7.4" wide at the flare and 24" long. Every few inches there is a ring of muscle to give pleasure to your lover. Underneath that monster of a cock lies some large balls that looks about the size of a cantaloupe, each one fitting your palms almost perfectly. Once you finish inspecting your body, you take a look around still sitting, feeling a little nauseous. You remember that you are in a forest and begin to slowly take in your surroundings again, this time to make sure you are safe.

You hear rustling nearby and quickly stand up nearly falling from the nausea of both standing up too quickly and the giant library worth of knowledge that you just got slammed with.