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Taste of the Olympic Trail Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Kybal_Lutra

Brilliant white sunlight streamed through the small oval windows of the plane, trying to pierce the calm interior but managing only to scatter streaks of light across the seats. The steady hum of the engines was ever present, and the recycled air was made just a bit cool for the comfort of the passengers. A food cart squeaked down the grey carpet path as attendants offered various amenities to the passengers, though the crew manifest was a little different than normal.

One side of the plane, for several rows one after the other, was filled with strong, fit eighteen year olds. Despite wearing street clothes, most had chosen to wear the red and black of their high school. Some had on their football jerseys, others just baseball caps with their high school emblem. Some of the other passengers had been a little concerned to see so many teenagers at first, but the one time they got a bit too loud, their coach quieted them down for the sake of the others.

James sat near dead center of the group, surrounded not only by his figurative brothers, but also his literal brother, his twin Jason. While the two were not identical twins, they shared enough features that it was easy enough to see their connection. Both boys had dark, rusty brown hair. They had broad shoulders, though James' shoulders were bigger. Their biceps were meaty, they had a hard time getting their abs to have perfect definition, and their cheek bones really were similar... but their attitudes were a fair bit different.

James sat in his seat, relaxed, leaning back trying to watch the in-flight movie. The diamond stud earrings he wore glittered in the sunlight and the metal chain hanging around his neck carried off a sort of mild athlete aesthetic that went well with his jersey and his Nike shoes. His hair was shorn short and the stubble of sideburns transitioned seamlessly down his cheeks, though the odds of keeping his look that sharp on the trip was a little less than likely.

Sitting next to him, Jason was eagerly talking about fixing up his dad's mustang in the garage to his friend Diego, grinning ear to ear. Jason had opted for gold rings rather than studs, and they wobbled as he spoke with such animated energy. His hair was a little longer, feathered and shaggy around the ears, peeking out from his hat.

"And as soon as I can figure out the transmission, that beast is going to be mine!" Jason grinned. Diego shook his head from where he was perched, looking back over his own seat at Jason. His lips were curved into a merciless grin, accentuating the short black mustache he'd managed to grow.

"So in about six years, then?" Diego chuckled. Jason's face scrunched up and he punched his friend's arm. Diego winced and smirked, spinning back and sinking into his seat. Jason leaned back and then looked at his brother.

"You don't think it'll take me that long, do you?" Jason asked. James shook his head.

"Dad'll never let it take that long. He'll sell it if you don't figure it out by then." James said. Jason groaned at his chronic misfortune, though both boys looked up as a figure moved down the aisle and stopped next to them. Their coach was in his mid thirties, his light brown hair thinning but not so much that he'd done anything drastic. His beard, however, seemed to be having no problem growing and he usually kept it neat but a little thick.

"Remember, Jason, this isn't Spring Break. We're here with a purpose in mind." The coach said. Jason nodded.

"I remember Coach, we're supposed to be retracing the Olympic Trail and discovering the history of the games." Jason repeated, having memorized it in order to convince their parents to sponsor their portion of the trip.

"Coach, what does a Football team have to do with the Olympics? They don't even have Football in most of the other countries." James commented. The coach smiled.

"No, but the athletic abilities you have are going to help you in college, and perhaps in fraternal organizations there... and the competition with other teams from other regions is universal across all sports. There's quite a lot to learn. Besides, your experiences could help with scholarships too." The coach explained before moving down the row, checking on the other students. James leaned back in his seat.

"Relax, dude, it's going to be amazing fun." Jason grinned. James smiled a little. His brother had a way of making even the most mundane tasks interesting. Traveling all the way to Greece had to give them an opportunity for at least one good adventure.

****

The steady, oscillating, harmonious and discordant song of crickets filled the late afternoon air, punctuated by summer bird song. It had started as an early morning and was stretching into a long day. Coach Costa had gone on and on about the origins of the Olympics, how the athletes had been granted safe passage through enemy territory, how it had brought a true sense of sportsmanship and diplomacy into a world where it still felt foreign... though as the time passed, James was starting to feel less and less like a good sport.

James and Jason sat on a curb, their legs spread wide, their arms a bit over-red from the sun. James' legs were spread, his aviator sunglasses hugging his face as he brought up a cool cloth dipped in the ice water of their travel cooler. He ran it over his head, letting the cool beads run down his face as he exhaled a bit. Jason felt a bit bad for his brother, wishing there was something he could do.

"It can't take any longer... We've gotta go back at some point." Jason murmured, his eyes surveying the ruins, the makeshift road, the hillsides and the tree line in the distance. James rung out the cloth, letting a tiny spray of water soak his shirt as he exhaled again, feeling what little respite there was.

"Or... we'll be here so long that we'll loop back through time itself and be there for the first Olympics, some cosmic full circle." James murmured. Jason groaned.

"Don't go crazy on me bro, I can't come back home missing one brother." Jason said. James smirked at that and laid back onto the dusty dirt, feeling a few clumps of yellowed grass poking at his shoulders. He shifted a little and gave up, forcing himself back upright. He glanced back at the bus, realizing the students had all split up, looking at different parts of the ruins. If they weren't even together, the end was nowhere in sight.

"I can't take any more of this." James said, pushing himself up to his feet, dusting himself off. Jason sprung up, a slight grin on his face.

"Are we going to steal the bus?" Jason asked. James shot his brother a look.

"No, are you an idiot?" James asked. Jason's shoulders slumped.

"Are we going to sleep on the bus?" he asked.

"That's a little better, but no. If everyone's out here, looking at stuff, we should look for something too. Something like a little shade." James said. Jason smirked.

"Good luck, those ruins collapsed a long time ago." Jason replied. James scanned the view slowly from behind his aviators, listening to the sound of the bird song and the crickets, letting it really soak in until it almost sounded as if there was another sound, a melodic sound resting beneath it all. It seemed like it was the clearest when his ear was pointed toward the trees.

"How about over there? Those look big enough to have some shadow." James said. Jason followed his gaze and grinned.

"Maybe more than just shadow. If there's green, maybe there's water. A creek, maybe?" Jason asked. James gave a resolute nod and set off, crossing the makeshift road, stepping up over the curb to the other side. With his resolute pace, he was crossing the dusty grass with ease, leaving Jason to keep up with him. Jason glanced back at the bus and a few of their teammates, wondering if he should have told them anything... but at the same time, the risk of having to wait in the heat was too much to bear.

Branches flexed and flicked back as James pushed into the brush, and Jason darted after him, not wanting to get lost. Even as they pushed deeper in, the sunlight still filtered down through the branches, landing in narrow blades beneath the canopy. The cricket symphony continued, a complex melody blended with the soft golden orange glow of the setting sun. James thought of the summers he and his brother spent at camp, tromping through the woods. It felt like old times.

The athlete kept pushing through the brush, looking for anything that stuck out, anything that might act as a refreshment. His sneakers crunched some twigs as he came down through another bush, pushing through, though he slowed as a distant sound caught his attention. It was the sound of running water... the sound of some escape from the unbridled heat. James arched off at an angle, honing in on the sound until his foot caught soft dirt and it slipped out from beneath him.

James grunted, stumbling through the last few brambles before skidding into a bit of a clearing. A narrow gap in the canopy allowed some light in, though it refracted off of the yellow and green leaves to make a soft golden sort of glow. The ground was carpeted with leaves, some new and some old. Thorny vines snaked in and out of the branches on three sides, but the most interesting sight of all was just what occupied the space in the center of the glen.

Jason followed after his brother, a bit more mindful of the unsteady terrain. As he ducked under the last branch and came to a stop, he looked up, eyes widening. Sitting before them, almost as fresh as if it had been recently built, was an ornate fountain. The exterior was rectangular, almost like a small swimming pool. The white marble was ornately decorated with weaving patterns that slipped up and down the length, tangling and twisting just like some of the vines that surrounded the clearing.

While the exterior of the fountain was a fine white marble with bluish grey veins, the centerpiece rose up almost like a sculpted vase, climbing up in ever smaller teardrop shapes to the next level until it reached the very top where it was sculpted like an open flower blossom. The sound of running water had drawn them in, but it wasn't water that the fountain was pumping out - it was something much darker, a shade somewhere between burgundy and royal purple.

Jason moved around his brother and approached the fountain, leaning over the edge. His eyes surveyed the liquid. Despite its unusual color, there were no floating leaves or bugs or even flecks of dirt. He crouched down and looked along the edge. There was no film at all, though the liquid had stained the fountain a purple shade. Jason looked back at his brother.

"What is this?" he murmured. James moved over and sniffed the air, picking up a fruity, yet tart and slightly acrid scent.

"It can't be..." He murmured, kneeling on the edge of the fountain, reaching down to dip his hand into the liquid. He brought it up to his nose and sniffed it closer, looking at his brother, "I think it's wine..." he said. Jason actually let out a laugh.

"It can't be wine. There's GALLONS of the stuff, and it's out in the middle of nowhere. There's no path, there's no house." Jason replied. James glared.

"Maybe it was juice and it turned, but it's sweet... and strong." James said. Jason shook his head and leaned against the fountain, though as he did his hand slipped and caught an edge, sending a piece of metal rolling out from a nook beneath his hand. Jason turned to retrieve the piece he'd broken off, only to realize it was a metal chalice. He crouched down and picked it up, looking at the silver colored piece. He turned back and reached into the nook, pulling out another.

"I guess you were right. This fountain was made for drinking." Jason said. James took one of the chalices from Jason's hand.

"And that's just what we'll do." he said before dipping it into the fountain. Jason's jaw dropped at that.

"Are you nuts? We don't know what this stuff is." Jason said. James pointed to the fountain edge.

"Grapes, lots of grapes. Grape vines too, and that... I think that's Bacchus, he was the god of this sort of thing." James said, "Are you gonna join me or not?" he asked.

"Peer pressured by my own brother..." Jason murmured, dipping his chalice into the fountain. James shook his head.

"And here I thought you were supposed to be the party animal." James said, tipping his cup back. He murmured a bit as the wine hit his tongue. It was a lot stronger than the hard lemonade he'd tried before. If it hadn't been for the fruity part, he could have sworn it was some sort of cleaning agent... but he didn't want to look weak. James tipped it back and took a gulp, then another, then another until the chalice was empty. He opened his mouth and let out a sigh, though the wine had left a sort of warm burning down his throat and his stomach.

Jason saw how well his brother handled it and he closed his eyes before tipping his head, and the chalice, back. The violet liquid spilled over his tongue and he made a bit of a face for an instant before he masked it and gulped his wine down. He opened his eyes again and looked at his brother. James was a bit red in the face, though part of that could have been the sunburn. He shifted a little with uncertainty.

"Not bad." Jason lied, "Although I'm not sure alcohol is good for you when you're dehydrated." he said. James considered for a moment before nodding. The stuff was too overpowering to really enjoy, and that excuse seemed like a good one to save face.

"You're right... We had a bit of adventure, found ourselves a secret. Maybe we should get back to the bus, see if they've got any water bottles they forgot to get out." James said. Jason nodded at that, tipping his cup back to get one last drop into his mouth before he put his chalice back. James returned his as well and started walking back the way they had come. Jason darted off ahead, squeezing under the limb. James paused just long enough to look back at the fountain, his diamond stud earrings glinting in the late afternoon light.

****

The journey into the woods had felt like it took only minutes, but the walk back felt like an eternity. James grabbed onto the metal hand rail in the stairwell of the bus and pulled himself up, trudging along the three steps and then back down the narrow aisle between the rows of seats. He moved all the way to the back before he turned and slumped down, spreading his arms wide on the seat, leaning his head back.

Jason followed after, feeling almost as overheated as his brother. He was red in the face, sweating. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it down next to his bag that he'd left on the bus before he sat on the seat, leaning back, using his brother's arm as a pillow. James was too tired to resist as his brother got comfortable, leaning against him.

The bus was quiet, other than the occasional gust of wind catching the open door. James let the world around him grow still and quiet until he could only hear the breathing of his brother and his own heartbeat in his head. Focusing in on it, his heart slowed down beat by beat until he was relaxed. He felt a little dizzy but having his eyes shut and remaining still helped.

The thoughts of the fountain in the woods replayed in his mind, as well as the journey to Greece in the first place. The thoughts spread out, becoming less substantial, less locked into reality. When James finally heard sounds, his eyes opened and he realized how long he'd been asleep. The fading sun had faded completely, the sunset giving way to night. Stars were starting to emerge from the midnight blue heavens.

The sound had come from the students as they piled into the bus, taking their seats, checking their bags and grabbing various snacks. The driver got to his seat and Coach Costa moved in just before the doors shut. He ran a hand across his beard as he contemplated, looking at his students, a grin on his face as his greenish brown eyes took stock of everything.

"Now THAT was an adventurous day." The coach said, "Our team, winner of championships, right on the same trail that history's greatest athletes walked. You all saw the same hillsides, the same mountaintops, the same sky that they saw."

"Not the same buildings though." Diego chuckled. Costa smirked at that and nodded, looking back at James and Jason and then back to the other athletes.

"Maybe not... but what we took part in was something special today. We share a commonality with those great ancestors of ours. Despite adversity, despite coming from different backgrounds, we are all connected. We are brothers, we are athletes, and we are family." The coach said. The boys let out a few hoots and hollers in excitement, making Jason murmur as he woke half way up, looking around. He blinked a few times before he closed his eyes again and rested his head on his brother's shoulder.

James reached up, rubbing Jason's head, petting the back of his hair as Jason fell asleep again. The coach sat down as the bus started up and began its journey back to their accommodations. Already word was spreading between the students about the feast they would have when they got back; lamb, slow roasted on the bone, marinated with garlic and lemon juice with hearty baked potatoes.

While the other young men were salivating about the meal to come, James was left with that fruity, tart taste in his mouth, the taste of rich wine that was just a bit too strong and stuck with him. Maybe he'd have a lot of water with dinner, hydrate well. That had to help... but that was something to worry about after the drive back. James rested his head against Jason's and the two slumbered on the way back, beneath the stars.

****

Dinner had been exquisite. It was rich and flavorful with adventurous textures, feeding the boys well. There had been some after dinner conversation, a little more about history from the coach, but eventually the boys had retired to their rooms for a good night's sleep. There was an eerie strangeness when trying to sleep somewhere other than home. The different sounds, different smells, even the feel of the different bed could interfere with one's ability to drift off. The team hadn't had the largest budget, and rather than a pricey hotel they had been set up at a hostel. Most of the team had been given rooms with two or four beds, some bunked, some not, but James and Jason had agreed to take the last room with only one bed since they were brothers.

James laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling, still feeling a bit out of it from the fountain. His head was swimming, his nipples were tight, and his underwear was tented over his erection that just didn't seem to want to go away. It was so hard it almost hurt, but James couldn't try to deal with it with his brother literally just inches from him. James turned his head and looked at his brother, smiling a bit.

Jason was, somehow, a little more successful in sleeping. His shaggy hair hung over his eyes so only his nose and mouth stuck out. His cheeks were rosy from the wine, his muscled torso glistening slightly in the pale moonlight coming through the window. He was so big, and yet... James could see his little brother, his twin, the other body that had been there his whole life. It was a strange bond they shared, but a wonderful one as well. James felt a little bad that he'd tried so hard to forge his own identity, to be unique.

Jason shifted slowly, his head coming to rest on James' shoulder. James was a little surprised but smiled. It was kind of cute in a way - but then Jason rolled over and James felt something decidedly long and hard poking against his hip. He blushed and tried to move, but Jason stirred, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes, looking around at what was going on before he blushed as well.

"Sorry bro." Jason whispered, his breath warm and yet soft on James' neck. James shook his head and smiled a little.

"It's okay, not much we can do in this situation." James said. Jason murmured a little, looking down, seeing his brother's tented underwear.

"Well, maybe there is. I mean, we both had the wine... We're both feeling it. Maybe we could help each other a little." Jason said. James' eyebrow twitched.

"What do you mean?" James asked. Jason gave his brother a bit of an expectant look as he slowly reached over, wrapping his hand around the cloth clad cock extending from his brother's groin. James' back arched and Jason started to slide his hand up and down, up and down, squeezing harder. James bit his bottom lip.

"Jason..." He grunted. James grinned, picking up the pace before he rotated, bringing his hip to his brother's hip, jutting his own erection in the air. James felt bad, seeing his bro in need. He reached out with his left hand and carefully, then hesitated. He could feel that he was at the edge of a line, a line they had never crossed. His hand lingered for a moment before finally his fingers wrapped around his brother's shaft, closing softly at first before giving it a good squeeze. With the touch initiated, James started to move his hand up and down, building speed. Jason moaned happily, content by the exchange.

It was a little weird for James. He'd only jacked himself off left handed when he was browsing for porn on his computer and needed his right hand for the mouse, he hoped his brother wasn't getting a raw deal, but... he certainly felt better. He really went to town, though he felt the bite of air hitting his cock. He glanced down, seeing that Jason had worked the fly of his underwear over the tip and now his achingly hard cock had pushed through, slipping out into open air like a spire.

Jason's fingers pressed into the rod of flesh, moving it up and down, playing with the give of the skin to slip it up and over the head and pull it back down again, revealing the mushroom shaped head. As hard as he was, James was incredibly surprised that there was that much give on his cock. He and his brother had been cut, but now it felt almost like they had foreskin to play with.

James refocused his efforts, using deft hand movements to maneuver his brother's underwear in the same way until his cock sprung out to freedom, gliding into the open air. He squeezed it, stroked it, rubbed it. He even used his thumb to tease his brother's urethra, playing with the slit, massaging the head of his cock. Jason moaned louder at that, turning his head just as James turned to look at him.

For a split second they froze; their faces inches away from one another, their hands sliding up and down each other's poles. James looked at his brother, the brother that had always tried to make him happy, to be like him, to be with him. James leaned forward and their lips touched. There was a jolt of electricity between them - the taboo of incest, the forbidden love, the pleasure of breaking the rules, and the indefinable connection they had always shared.

James pressed into the kiss, and Jason welcomed it. Their lips began to warp, to move, to wrestle. They glistened with saliva and James' tongue pushed out, plunging in and out of Jason's mouth, sliding back and forth. Soon Jason's tongue batted back, combating his brother's, slipping across the top, the bottom, the sides. Their breath was hard, their cocks harder and James rolled on top of his brother.

Jason grunted, pleased by the change, grabbing onto his brother's muscled ass cheeks as their hard cocks pressed against one another. Jason pulled his twin down onto him as he thrust up, and James ground down, the two mashing their groins together. Their cocks were pinned against their stomachs, so hard, so hot, pulsing with need.

As the brothers ground and humped, the cocks tingled and throbbed, starting to get even harder. Centimeter by centimeter, they started to grow, climbing higher, pushing toward their belly buttons. New flesh formed, giving the cocks more room to grow. James' balls slapped down against Jason's, the sacks feeling tight and plump, the balls inside swelling slowly, growing larger as they collided.

The kisses were becoming hungrier, more desperate, the heat exchanged from the duo as they went at it, releasing years of pent up need. Their nipples grazed each other, their pecs firm and tight, their muscles built and strong. There had been an undercurrent before, not just with each other but in general. They had an affinity for their team mates, for how athletic and fit and healthy they were... but Jason realized it now, James was the hottest on their team, the hottest in their school. He was so sure of himself, so strong, so handsome.

James felt the same way, knowing that as strong as he was, Jason was the unpredictable one, the one to pull it through in a pinch. He was like a stallion, a buck, the wild child ready for anything... and James hoped he was ready for this. James moaned, unleashing a gush of clear precum across his brother's stomach. The syrup clung to their abs and pecs as they humped, getting spread and mashed between them.

Jason hissed in delight, feeling like it only made it easier. He humped back harder, shuddering, moaning, and then cumming - not with precum, but with the real stuff. It came out pearly white at first, but the second shot was thicker, and the third was almost like glue. It connected them together in sticky strings. James moaned at that, breaking the kiss, moving to kiss the base of his brother's neck, to kiss it and suck it, then biting it. He started sucking until blood welled to the surface, marking his brother.

Jason whimpered, feeling as if... somehow, he finally was where he belonged. He'd been marked by his brother. They were together. The walls were down... and he never wanted it to stop. He kept grinding, moaning, panting... and then he felt his brother tighten, freeze, and then cum. The hot, wet, thick flood spread across their stomachs, leaking down over his hips. Jason went limp, sinking into the bed and James came down over him.

The two were sweaty, cum soaked, and exhausted. James rested his head in the crook of his brother's neck. Jason's breathing slowed steadily as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he eventually fell asleep. As Jason passed out, James could hear him slumber and soon his eyes grew heavy and his consciousness slipped away from him.

The brothers were locked in their embrace, their bodies oddly complimented to one another, basting in their own semen. It was almost like fertilizer, nurturing the flesh beneath. From the thickest puddles of cum just above their groins, new hairs started to push out. They were soft at first, but got more wiry as they grew out in the same rusty brown color as the hair on the twins' heads.

At first it was just a few hairs, but more and more sprouted, creeping up their stomachs. Their sacks were getting fuzzier too, hairs sprouting all over. Even their legs, woven together in a tangle of intimate embrace, were showing signs of new growth. The skin tingled as hundreds, then thousands of new hairs started pushing out. It started around the ankles, soft fuzzy rusty brown hairs emerging, getting thicker, but it crept up the calves, past the knee, moving along the thigh all the way to the hips.

James' ass wriggled, his underwear tugged and twisted from their wild love making. A bit of his cleft was visible, but as the cheeks pushed apart, a new bump formed. His tailbone slowly started to become less rigid, growing longer while also pushing out from his pelvis. The skin stretched around the bone until it became a completely independent appendage. It stretched out to an inch, then two, then three. It was a little pink and irritated at first, but soon a normal flesh tone returned... and so did soft fuzz.

The tail twitched as it was covered in soft, downy invisible hairs. Every centimeter got some, and then the hairs darkened, taking on the same rusty brown as the hair on James' head and his incredibly hairy legs. It spread out from the tail, covering his bare ass cheeks, the skin disappearing beneath the hair as it softened into fur. It wrapped around his waist, covering his hips and groin, the fuzz on his balls thickening until only his cock was bare flesh from the waist down. The fur got thicker and longer, getting a little shaggy as it stretched out.

James murmured in his sleep and started humping his brother again, grinding, murmuring. The air in the room was thick with hormones, with the smell of sex, and now with a bit of musk. It smelled woody, mossy, and spicy all at the same time. Jason moaned in his sleep, pushing back against his brother, his own newly formed goat tail twitching between his furry ass cheeks as he slept. He threw his head back, panting as his head throbbed and ached almost to the point of waking him.

Jason's forehead was red and swollen, the temples slowly pushing out more, the skin getting tighter and tighter, redder and more irritated until finally it could take no more. Two drops of blood appeared just before tiny ivory horns pushed through the skin. With the pressure relieved, the redness died away, but the horns pushed out more. Centimeter by centimeter, they oozed out of Jason's skull, taking root and prominence.

In his slumber, James moaned more, cumming across his brother's lap. His toes tried to curl and uncurl, but they weren't operating correctly. They moved in unison, unable to flex or shift other than all together. The bones were stiff, and the reason became apparent. In mere moments, the little webs of skin between the toes had grown out to the tips, and then tightened, pulling the toes together. As they touched, the skin got softer and melded together until his feet were simple wedges. The former toenails softened as well, darkening from ivory to brown as the hard keratin coating spread outward across the modified feet.

A soft pop came as James' horns pushed out of his head, pushing out little by little. He laid his head onto his brother's chest, nearly snoring in his sleep, but as he nuzzled and shifted, he felt a nipple brush his lips. He latched on and started to suck and slurp, tugging on Jason's chest, both brothers slipping into an even deeper sleep than they were before.

****

A dull, soft, bluish white glow pierced through the windows in shallow angles, striking the wall and cutting across James' back. The light was subtle, but just enough for Jason to stir and his eyes to slip open. He smacked his lips a little, realizing how dry his mouth was. It was beyond parched, it was a desert. He thought about getting water, but somehow it seemed... insufficient. Water was disgusting, plain, almost vile. He needed something with more substance. He needed... wine. More of the wine from that fountain.

For a moment Jason debated if he'd be able to make it back there on foot without anyone noticing. Maybe he'd slip out and bring some back for his brother when he woke up so he didn't have the same pain. Jason slipped a leg out of bed, then the other, slithering out from under the covers before he dropped to the floor. The unexpected shift in his center of gravity, the hard tips of his feet, and the different mass in his torso sent Jason into the wall. He braced against it to hold himself up, letting out a bleat of surprise. He steadied himself and looked down, eyes going wide.

"What the fuck?!" Jason cursed. James grunted, opening his eyes, then opening them wider. Jason stood at the wall, holding himself up, looking like something out of a Greek statue. His legs were covered in curly, bushy rust colored fur, tapering off just before his warped feet that looked like they were trying to be hooves. More than that, he even had a wriggling goat tail and small faun like horns.

"Jason, oh my god..." James murmured, moving to crawl over before he stopped, realizing his knee was covered in the same fur. He threw his covers back, revealing he had undergone the same changes. Jason turned, his immense, achingly hard cock swinging like a pendulum before him. The weight and heft of it made him moan, and as he looked at his brother he felt a longing unlike he'd ever had before.

James licked his lips, half because he longed for the wine as well, but also because he longed for his brother. His brother looked so tantalizing, and he was convinced his brother's nipples were bigger than they had been the night before. James panted softly, resisting the urge to let his hand drift to his cock, looking at his brother. Jason moved over, reaching out, rubbing James' horn. James' eye drifted shut as he leaned into the affection.

"What do we do?" Jason asked, panting, his hips starting to thrust into the air.

"I don't know. I'm so thirsty..." James moaned.

"Me too, I need more wine, but... I... I can't think of anything but you right now." he moaned. James licked his lips, realizing that sitting on the bed, he was that much closer to his brother's huge cock. It had to be at least twelve inches now.

"Maybe... Maybe we need to vent off some of this before we go back to the glade." James murmured. Jason swallowed and nodded.

"Yeah, maybe we just-" Jason gasped suddenly as he felt a hot, slightly dry but still wet enough mouth spreading over the mushroom shaped head of his cock. James slowly brought it in, feeling surprised, amazed, and very gratified. He hadn't thought of his brother in that way until the night before, at least... not consciously. But now it seemed so obvious, like they were meant for each other.

James sucked down an inch, then two, letting it glide over his teeth and tongue, occupying his mouth. He started to bob his head back and forth. Jason groaned, whimpered, and moaned... but he was hungry too. He grabbed onto his brother's shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed, climbing up with him, making sure never to dislodge his member from his twin's mouth. Once James was back in bed, sucking away, Jason maneuvered himself around, turning to face his brother's nether regions.

Jason gazed at the mighty python of a cock, a tree trunk, rising up. He licked his lips and leaned down, slathering his tongue along the slit before plunging his lips down around it. He felt greedy, and while going slow would no doubt feel tantalizing, he took in four inches, then six, wanting as much as he could. Soon he started bobbing his head up and down, slathering James' rod with his saliva.

The two worked diligently and with great speed, sucking and murmuring, taking in more. In moments James started to secrete his pre in easy fluid jets. Jason's body tingled as he guzzled it down, and soon in turn he offered his own clear juice. James gulped and guzzled at it, his body throbbing all over. Once more his head started to ache and pulse as his horns began pushing out again, thickening at the base, becoming longer.

James moaned, greedily sucking down more of his brother's pre as it thickened and yellowed, transitioning into a much more liberal, prodigious amount of cum than humans produced. As the musky, spicy seed hit his tongue, James' nipples hardened and his cheeks started to tingle. The well groomed stubble sideburns that descended down the front of his studded ears began to grow out, the rust colored hair pushing in bit by bit until it started to grow faster... and faster... and faster.

The sideburns became bushy, then unruly, growing down to his jaw and pushing out almost three inches from his cheeks in a wild, curly mess of hair. James' ears even started to take on points as he thrashed and moaned, sucking down his brother's seed. His own pre gave way to cum, gushing out in an endless fountain that his brother gulped and gulped as. Jason felt it coat his throat and stomach, filling him up and he loved it.

His ears burned as they pushed into points, his horns extruding out of his head another inch, then two, then three. They thickened, lengthened, and sharpened, looking far more dangerous than they had before. He moaned hard, relaxing his throat before he dove down deep, letting his brother's cock hit the back of his throat and then slide down into it like a sleeve. His face plunged down to the base until his forehead rested on his brother's sack and his chin was rubbing in his brother's bush.

Feeling those soft, bristly, bushy furry hairs rubbing against his chin, Jason soon became aware that they weren't brushing against smooth skin anymore. As he felt them drag back and forth, he felt them playing with something extending from his own chin. At first it was just a bit of rust colored stubble, but soon the hairs pushed out from his chin, dropping down a half inch, then two, then four. The hair spooled out of his chin, bushy and robust, thick and wide, and it felt almost as good as his cock, just having it grow out.

Both brothers' moans grew louder, wilder, and unkempt until they howled out - muffled, of course, by the big satyr cocks lodged in their mouths. The vibrations traveled up their cocks, deep into their bodies, and their steady flow of satyr cum became one last huge volley, filling each other's throats and stomachs. They greedily sucked each other dry until no drop, no morsel was left.

A deep wave of pleasure and joy crossed over them both... but it wasn't quite the same as satisfaction. No, they still needed more; they longed to return to the glade. It wouldn't be easy, but they had packed clothes for inclimate weather. If they could cover themselves enough, and slip away early enough in the morning, they might just make it back to that glade without anyone noticing. Slowly Jason extracted himself reluctantly from his brother, climbing off of the bed. James watched Jason with admiration for a moment, quite turned on by his brother... but he had to focus, they had an objective to accomplish and just like the Olympians of old, they couldn't give up.

****

Finding the fountain in the late afternoon with plenty of light had been one challenge, but sneaking away at dawn to make it back on foot had been even more of a challenge. James had led the way, his red sweatshirt pulled up over his head, though it took on a bit of a strange look with the cloth draped over his horns. The sides of the hood were full of his bushy mutton chops, and his sweatpants were distended around his rather proud member. Walking was no easy feat, his feet warped and his legs throbbing.

Jason followed after, panting softly, the wind blowing through his long rust colored goatee, one horn sticking out his hood. He had to resist petting his own facial hair because every time he did, his cock let out a little pre, soaking his pants with the musky fluid. Despite their physical limitations, though, they'd made excellent time back to the ruins. It was almost as if they'd found every shortcut, every natural path by instinct.

James pushed through the brush, though it wasn't nearly as difficult this time. It was as if he could feel the natural bends and flow of nature, moving around them and with them rather than against them. As he reached the end, his hooves sunk down into the soft dirt and he trotted out into the clearing. Jason came right after him, pulling his hood back. His pointed ears twitched a bit, his horns rising straight up, his hair blowing in the sweet and tart wind.

Jason licked his lips, looking at the fountain and then his brother. James didn't look away. He pulled his hood back, but even then it was too tight. He pulled it up over his head and tossed it aside, letting the gold chain he always wore land across his hairy chest. His sideburns blew in the wind, his hair looking less neat and less refined by the second. His horns were glistening in the dawn light, and his hands slipped down to his legs.

His sweatpants came slipping down in an instant, revealing his wooly, furry legs and goat tail. His hard, long, thick shaft bobbed up, ready for more action... but that wasn't what James wanted, not at first. He went to the side of the fountain and grabbed a chalice... but somehow that seemed too indirect. He set it aside and leaned down, plunging his lips into the fountain.

James took a drink, then a gulp, then another and another and another. He let it flow down his throat, fill his stomach, enrich his body. As he did, his body relished the fuel. The fur on his legs thickened, his hooves started to swell larger and rounder, and the hair on his head got shaggier and thicker. His eyes glistened, the tips of his pointed ears got a bit of fur of their own, and the hair on his chest thickened up into a patch of fur.

Jason watched with envy and a bit of lust at his brother's antics until he couldn't take any more. He ran over and braced both hands on the sides of the fountain before he leaned down as well. Soon both brothers were guzzling the strange, ancient wine, filling their bodies with the fermented splendor. Jason's body tingled, his nipples going tight, his long goatee soaked in the stuff. He grunted hard, his cock aching and still growing harder and harder as he partook.

"Now... that's the dedication and ambition I was hoping for." a voice chuckled. Jason lifted his head, wine dripping from his goatee, eyes wide. James lifted his head a bit more reluctantly, his head tilting.

"Coach Costa?" he asked in surprise. Standing on the far side of the fountain was their coach, though he looked decidedly different than he had the evening before. His hairline had receded more, showing off his well tanned scalp. The testosterone that had cost him the hair on his head had fed the rest of his body, giving him a robust beard that hung down several inches from his jaw, and a mustache so thick that it obscured his lips... but that was nothing compared to the heavy, thick set of ribbed ram horns that curved out of his forehead and curved around his pointed ears.

The coach moved forward, the dawn light pouring over his bare, muscled, hairy chest and thick arms. His stomach wobbled a little, rounded by strong at the same time. A long, thick, shaft jutted out from an impossibly thick forest of brown fur covering his huge balls and legs, all ending in massive hooves while a goat tail twitched above thick, muscular ass cheeks. The coach grinned, and as he approached his scent wafted around the eighteen year old brothers. He smelled of spice, of effort, of sweat, of bark, and of victory. Jason looked up, slack jawed. James was almost afraid to look, but Costa reached out and cupped one of his huge, bushy sideburns in his hand, giving it a squeeze and then a stroke.

"Coach..." He murmured, looking up. Costa smiled.

"We'll have to find something else for you to call me now... We've got so much more of a bond. You've had the wine of my ancestors, the wine of my family. You've had a taste of the Olympic trail, and now you're on a different path." Costa said, "You... are my sons now." he whispered. As he said the words, James relaxed, looking up at him with love and acceptance. Costa leaned down and pressed his beard lined lips to his star athlete. James opened his mouth and felt the strong tongue plunge into his mouth, tasting strongly... very strongly of the wine from the fountain.

The flavor was rich and full, fruity and tart, robust... and pouring down his throat. Every drop of saliva, every clash of their tongues. James started to suck on his coach's tongue, taking it in, until finally the coach broke the kiss and grinned, satisfied. Costa turned and looked at Jason, smiling more as he reached out, stroking his new son's goatee, feeling its length, its thickness, and how it had absorbed the wine from the fountain. Jason moaned as his long, thick goatee was played with. He murmured happily and started to cum, pearly liquid dribbling out of the very fat cock head to land on the forest floor below.

"See, I knew you boys had it in you..." Costa grinned, murmuring happily. It had taken so much work to get his plan on its feet, but in the end it had worked. He loved the way they had started to change, and he knew they only needed a little more coaxing. He reached down and grabbed one of the chalices, dipped it into the fountain and brought it back up, "James, are you ready to seal the deal and become one of my satyrs forever?" he asked. James looked into the coach's eyes, then his brother's... feeling the bond they had forged, a bond they never would have had before. He didn't want to lose that.

James grabbed the chalice with both hands and tipped it back, drinking down the wine. With three gulps, it was empty. He lowered the chalice, but his eyes widened as he looked at his coach's huge, meaty... and not entirely human cock. The shaft was immense, easily over a foot and a half long. There was a bump about half way down, a ring that stuck out, and the head of the cock was flared. It looked a little bit like what James had heard a horse cock was like, but it was still mostly human in its coloring and texture.

A pearly, faintly purple drop of semen began leaking from the tip. The coach stroked his long, thick beard, feeling the wind blow over his skull and through his horns. He looked down at the captain of the team, his star athlete. Costa grinned more and more as James brought his lips to his cock and began pushing down around it. James moaned, sending vibrations into the coach's cock as he took it into his mouth.

New, robust flavors exploded in his mouth. If the wine had been strong, the coach was stronger. James pushed down around another four inches, then six, then seven. The coach's cock hit the back of his throat, but it didn't make him want to gag. It made him want even more. James tilted his head, relaxed his throat and pushed down, taking another several inches as the huge, slightly animal cock filled his esophagus. He started riding back and forth, back and forth, building up speed. The coach reached down, grabbed onto James' horns and held as he fucked the boy's mouth. James shivered with pleasure until he felt a hot, wet flood hit the bottom of his throat.

As Costa pulled his cock back, he left an immense volley of cum in hsi wake only to thrust back in and force the cum down into James' belly. The coach came harder and harder until he was practically a fountain of his own. The rich, virile, potent satyr cum made James feel drunk at once. His body swam in a wave of pleasurable dizziness. His eyes snapped open, the irises shifting slowly, shade by shade until they were a rich amber color, gleaming in the early light.

Costa howled and moaned, feeding James his seed, sealing the deal. Each second he guzzled that seed, James was growing. His pectorals pushed out, meatier and fatter than before. His stomach refined and tightened, his shoulders grew broader and thicker, his arms widened. He packed on as many pounds of muscle in a few moments as Diego had all year trying to make the right weight requirements.

Jason panted and moaned as well, working on his own cock, watching his brother mature... but when he saw James' cock growing again, stretching longer, he couldn't help but crawl over. On his hands and furry knees, he squeezed between James' legs and started licking the underside of his brother's shaft. With each lick, he could feel how much longer, harder, and hotter it was. The licks grew more challenging, though, as James' cock developed its own medial ring, and soon the tip was blunting, flattening and flaring out.

The horns that had stood proudly up from James' forehead began growing again as well, curving back, getting thicker, taking on some ribs. They weren't ready to spiral yet, but they were prominent and large, and they looked more like Costa's. Jason kept licking his brother, but as he reached up to get a good grip of the base, he instead got a fist full of spongy, furry, flexible flesh. He tugged on it a bit and felt it slide up the length of James' cock. It was velvety and slick inside and furry on the outside. Jason soon realized it was a sheathe, an animal sheath.

James' entire body glistened with sweat, muscle pushing out of every inch. He'd gotten thick, heavy, studly. Nothing could move him unless he wanted to move now. He was a satyr, through and through. Slowly the coach pulled back until his massive tool popped out of James' mouth, leaving a gush of the potent cum.

"Bro... How did it fee-" Jason wasn't able to finish his sentence before James grabbed him and kissed him, letting cum flow into his mouth, shared through the passionate exchange. He let it pour down his throat as he gave his brother a salty, musky battle with their tongues. The coach chuckled at that, filling the chalice again, this time for Jason. When Jason finally broke his kiss, he grabbed onto the chalice with both hands and poured it down without a second thought. Jason gasped as he finished it off, looking up at the coach, reaching for his cock. The coach chuckled.

"Now now, Jason, your brother already cleaned my cock and you even got a taste of my seed. I think you need a slightly different initiation." Costa said. He turned away and leaned over, bracing against the side of the fountain. His furry ass cheeks parted, his goat tail flicking up. All of that moving meat drew the eye right to the epicenter, the pulsating ring of flesh, the tail hole that was stretched and warped and full and ready. It was right there, undulating, practically singing a siren song.

Jason eased forward, inch by inch, coming up to the coach's ass. He took a sniff and nearly swooned. He smelled of summer, of sex, of prowess, of self-love and the love of other men. He smelled so manly, and he smelled, oddly, of... home? A jolt ripped through Jason, reminding him that this satyr was his new 'father', that they were a new sort of family, and nothing could keep him from his destiny.

Costa gasped as he felt Jason nuzzle between his ass cheeks, bringing his lips to the satyr's pucker. There was a tender kiss, a probing tongue, and then a far more adventurous deep dive expedition. Jason slipped his tongue in and out of the satyr's ass, tasting the rim before diving even deeper. With each slurp, Jason's eyes shifted from hazel to gold, then amber. He salivated, rimming the coach for all he had to offer, and each morsel of experience refined Jason.

While his brother had gotten thicker and heavier, building up like a tank, Jason's growth was more vertical. His legs thickened, the v of his shoulders refined. He took on a perfect runner's build - fast, nimble, graceful, swift. He kept going, shuddering as he felt his horns oozing out of his skull, curving backward a little. He shuddered, letting out a sound that was almost exactly a bleat as he felt his brother's hands wrap around his warping shaft.

James squeezed his brother's cock, working it up and down, practically milking it as it packed on another few inches, blunting and flaring at the tip, the medial ring swelling out of the middle. In moments Jason was cumming like an animal, sending out rope after rope of cum. The coach growled happily and grabbed James' head, pulling it to his chest. Before the bigger brother could think, he had a fat, pliable, rubbery nipple in his mouth.

Out of sheer instinct, James gave his coach's nipple a suck - but was quite surprised when he was rewarded with a syrupy squirt of fruity, pungent, tart grape flavored liquid. James moaned, his cock throbbing and leaking as he started to suck harder and harder, getting squirt after squirt of wine from his coach's teat. Costa growled happily, grabbing onto James' head, holding it there with a wide grin. The boys were his now, but it was just the start.

"After this, we'll still have work to do. Your teammates need to find this fountain, they need to taste the joys of satyr life, to join us. They will all be your brothers, they will all be our family. You just have to help them taste the Olympic trail..." Costa moaned, feeling his dutiful sons working his chest and his ass, too eager to even dream of stopping.

****

The cheers filled the stadium, echoing down across the field, sounding like the crash of the ocean across immense rocks. The sound made it all the way to the locker room as the doors opened and the team moved in, out of the prying eyes of the guests in attendance. They were visions of red and black, their jerseys emblazoned with the school emblem - a powerful and fierce Ram.

The door finally slammed shut, leaving the teammates to their own devices as James pulled his helmet off, shaking his head. His hair had grown out more, looking shaggy like his brother's, though he kept his diamond stud earrings. His unruly mutton chops were thicker than ever, though soft willowy brown stubble had crossed his jaw line, finally connecting the two. He pulled his jersey off, then his football gear, placing it all down on the bench and clawing at himself until his bare, muscled, thick torso was finally free.

Jason grinned, giving his brother a bit of admiration from where he leaned against a locker, stroking his ten inch goatee. He had almost made it to taking off his jersey before a hand slipped into his pants, unfastening his cup, pulling it out of the way before his huge cock was drawn out and placed directly into a hungry, beard lined mouth. Diego bobbed his head back and forth, sucking and sucking, slurping until Jason shuddered and started cumming at will with no end at sight.

Diego had shaved his head, the cinnamon toned skin glistening in the harsh locker lights, contrasting with the unruly, huge black beard dropping down from his face. Diego gulped at the cum for a few moments until he pulled out, letting Jason spray across his face and his beard, leaving it all a glistening, soupy mess.

"You taste even more like dad than you did before the game!" Diego grinned.

"That is the taste of victory, my boys..." Costa's voice echoed as the far door of the locker room opened. The coach moved in and eased the door shut behind him, locking it. With the room to themselves, he closed his eyes and concentrated, releasing the image of his human appearance. His massive ribbed horns pushed out of his skull, spiraling out to their full length. His ears stretched into points, his hair thinned out to its full male pattern baldness but his beard nearly doubled in size, dropping down across his collarbone and chest. His muscles thickened, and when his eyes opened they were a brilliant shade of amber.

"We owe it all to you, coach!" Diego said from his position on the floor, grabbing a cock in each hand, jerking them off as he greedily waited for his reward. Coach Costa chuckled, walking between his many sons. He could smell their musk, their scent. They had dominated their rivals with it, making them horny and confused, thirsty, and all without any idea why. He smelled their pent up lust, their drive, their need, their fertility... all tracing back to him, to his family fountain, to everything he had to offer the world.

"Can we let loose coach? Please?" James asked, moving over to close the gap between his coach and him. The coach let out a bit of a grunt, looking into his quarterback's eyes. James reached up and caressed his father's mighty beard with one hand, the other reaching up to rub his huge, hard, ribbed horn. Costa leaned down and kissed James forcefully, filling his mouth with tongue. James grunted and leaned in. The coach opened up his shirt, revealing his chest, tearing the buttons from their holes as he broke the kiss.

"Let it all hang out, boys. The reporters think we're having one of our private cool down sessions. I suppose they aren't completely wrong." Costa grinned. As more and more jerseys came off and football gear was discarded, human guises fell away. Wooly, furry legs were on display with flicking goat tails. Ears grew to points, horns emerged, and every toe in the locker room disappeared, replaced with hooves.

James looked at his brother giving Diego a shower of his own, two more of his team mates drinking the coach's wine, and he felt a great stirring in himself as his satyr traits re-emerged. His eyes flashed amber, his ears pointed, his horns rushed out of his skull and his jock felt like it was going to snap. James reached down and unfastened his pants, letting them fall out of the way, getting a good grip of the material over his satyr cock. He gave it a squeeze, letting it waft the scent of a football game hard fought

Even the showers were far from clean as one football player pushed another against the wall and took him from behind, sliding hybrid cock deep into his aching tail hole, fucking him dry and without lube - at least until he started cumming, churning his satyr batter in the ass of his teammate and new brother. James felt the heat building, burning, growing... and then he felt a hand on his wooly cheek. He looked up again, meeting eyes with his coach.

Costa grinned down at his star player and then turned him around, making him face the lockers. James grabbed onto the cool metal with his hands, shuddering as he felt that cock slither up his ass cheeks, poking at his tail. Costa held it there for but a moment before, with a deft dart back and thrust forward, he pushed right into James' rear. James grunted hard, feeling inch after inch skewer him, sliding up through his colon, reaching practically all the way to his belly.

The coach pulled back and thrust in more, getting deeper with each go. He reached around, rubbing James' stomach with one hand, groping his tight jockstrap with the other. James wriggled, moaning as his cock got longer and longer, harder and hotter in those tight confines, unable to be free just yet. The coach grinned, licking at James' diamond earring with the tip of his tongue as he fucked him hard, fast, and deep.

James moved like a well oiled machine, sliding back onto that cock, feeling the heat from the friction grow hotter and hotter and hotter until Costa couldn't take it anymore. He howled out, throwing his head back, his beard brushing James' neck as he came, filling his son's ass with satyr seed. It tingled as it flooded, then burned as it was churned around by that meaty, hot cock. Costa gave him a few more good fucks before he pulled out with a pop, sending ropes and strings of cum flying all over the locker room floor. A rich, fruity scent began wafting into the air, giving all the boys a little bit of a buzz.

The quarterback stumbled away from his father as he felt the heat blossoming inside of him, knowing this was just the start. Cum oozed out of his pucker and dribbled down his legs, a right of passage before he found his own fun. With the coach's first conquest out of the way, other players started looking to their 'father' for some fun. A running back sporting a blond mohawk, a Viking beard and short ivory horns moved over to latch onto Costa's left pec, while another athlete with a darker complexion, corn rows and ram horns latched onto the other. Costa moaned happily, soon rewarding them both with his own bounty.

Being filled was one thing, but James still felt his place was at the top of the team. He looked around the locker room for his next conquest, eyes settling on his loyal Tight End, a rather beefy athlete that looked more like a refrigerator with legs given all the muscle he had packed on since the trip. His black hair had been buzzed short, showing off just how square and manly his jaw had gotten since.

"Akeno, big bro needs a seat." James said with a lewd grin. Akeno gave a grunt that harkened back to the sumo wrestlers of his homeland as he tore his gear from his body and threw it to the ground, moving to sit down next to the bench, assuming a position that he'd gotten quite familiar with since coming back from the trip. James moved over, sliding one leg over Akeno and the bench, getting comfortable before he lowered himself down, positioning his ass carefully.

Akeno opened his mouth wide, getting a face full of furry satyr butt. As he settled down, Akeno was rewarded with the coach's tart cum. He licked and slurped it from James' ass, cleaning the fur of any traces before he locked lips with the quarterback's pucker. He eagerly filled James' depths with his tongue, letting it wriggle and slither around, collecting more left over cum as James settled in. The rusty haired quarterback finally got around to unfastening his jock strap, pulling it off as his hybrid cock sprung into the air, sending a rainstorm of pre across several nearby jocks. It slapped all the way up to his nipples in the sitting position, almost stinging a bit. James reached up and rubbed one of his teats, realizing how swollen and fat they were getting. With just a bit of prodding, a small drop of purple liquid oozed out.

"That's my boy." Costa said from where he was standing, two huge football players suckling from his chest, another working his huge cock and a fourth pulling down the coach's pants to rim him. Despite all that attention, Costa was looking right at James, "Come on, give it a squeeze." he whispered. James murmured a little and gave his nipple a pinch. It stung, but a squirt of purple wine leaked out and his nipple swelled bigger, making him pinch harder, getting another squirt, and more swelling. James moaned, working his nipple, bringing his hand up to the other, working it harder and harder. His nipples felt like diamonds, so hard and so big.

There was grunting, moaning, panting, and soon Diego had crawled over, his face completely coated - not just with Jason's cum, but the cum of at least four other players. He followed his sense of smell, coming up to James' chest, latching on and suckling hard. James moaned, throwing his head back as Diego's hand wrapped around his huge cock, working it up and down, up and down, teasing the whole length. A tingle started to spread across James' upper lip, soft stubble breaking through the skin, pushing out little by little until he had his first mustache, turning his unruly huge mutton chops and chin fluff into a full beard, just like his new dad.

Costa growled in pleasure, looking at his boy mature... It would only be a few days until he could get the boys drunk just from his chest, let alone his cum. They still had a few months left to go, but with any luck they'd take their wild ways to the college level, blazing the Olympic trail all the way through Pac-12 schools and world famous fraternities. James might even follow in his dad's hoofsteps and become a coach. Costa shuddered at that, cumming into his linebacker's throat, filling him so full of alcoholic cum that his belly started to push out, bloating wide with seed.

In the midst of it all, even as another player latched onto James' other nipple, biting and tugging, trying to get every last drop of wine out of him, he felt a familiar presence, a hot muscled body pressing against his arm. Jason had moved over, straddling Akeno before he came down, taking his teammate's satyr dick between his furry cheeks. He lowered down inch by inch until he was impaled on the immense rod, facing his brother who was sitting on the tight end's face. James smiled and his brother did too, even as Jason leaned in to embrace. Their lips met, parted, and made room for tongues to bat and fight, to dance and tumble with one another.

The sounds were lewd and wet, messy and sloppy, unbidden by ethics or morals. They were connected by love, fraternity, and a profound new lineage that stretched all the way back to times of gods and monsters, of myths and heroism. The time of the satyrs had come once more, and it was a time to celebrate, to party, and to feel true love.