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Saturday Farms Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Nuwisha55

A huge plume of dust rose up along the old gravel road, signaling for miles around that travelers were venturing along unimpeded by the heat of the day. The heat wave had hit the entire region but while most fled toward the ocean or the mountains, for others it was a chance to snatch up jobs when everyone else was distracted. Three such men occupied the truck rumbling along old Bachus road. The radio blared as the truck moved along, straining to get the signal all the way from town.

The hip hop tune caught the fancy of the blond teen boy in the passenger seat, his foot bobbing to the music, his fingers tapping out the beats on the dashboard and the door. Behind him another teen mouthed the words to the song, his shaggy brown hair almost hanging over his face as he swayed back and forth, acting the song out. The driver rolled his eyes, proving music a bit closer to his heritage. His skin was a much richer brown than his friends; his dark black hair shaved short, his upper lip darkened by a bit of a mustache. His right arm hung over the steering wheel, maneuvering the truck with his wrist as his left arm hung out of the truck, feeling the wind and dust against it.

"I don't know why you guys like this stuff." The driver smirked.

"Oh come on Juan, don't be acting all hard core. You're still a cholo, part of you could be a hipster too." The brown haired boy laughed. Juan shot him a glare, his blue eyes vibrant. The other two boys laughed, leaning back in their seats. They continued along for some distance, swaying fields of grain to either side of them, vineyards dotting the hillsides in the distance. It was a rather prosperous region. The brown haired boy leaned forward, tapping the blond in the shoulder.

"How many more miles Ian?" He asked. Ian flinched.

"Max, I don't want to bruise!" Ian protested. Max rolled his eyes. Ian was a bit of a baby compared to the others, putting his appearance ahead of almost everything else. His blond hair was perfectly cut, perpetually stuck in a state of Abercrombie and Fitch perfection, his wardrobe even more pristine. Why Ian had joined Juan and Max on the job hunt the other boys would never know. Juan had been working longer than either of them, from canneries to farms, from factories to restaurants. Max had spent the years skating and swimming and enjoying nature but his hobbies all tended to require occasional investments of money...

Life as a whole seemed to require that, and in an effort to put the problem of perpetual poverty to rest the friends had responded to an ad for Saturday Farms. The ad had been fairly well detailed, looking for able bodied boys for summer help as live-in farm hands. The farm dealt with livestock, feed and grain, and it even was related to the winery in the valley. The diversity of the farm offered plenty to do and good pay... and with the heat wave Juan was sure they would be the first ones to respond to the ad.

"So, how many miles is it?" Max asked again after a moment. Ian looked over his shoulder in confusion.

"I thought you were keeping track..." Ian said softly. Max groaned.

"You're in the navigator's position, you have the maps..." Max said. Ian began looking around for them. Max shuddered, "Dumb blond." He joked.

"Quiet boys, it's right there." Juan pointed out. Ahead of them on the right was a two story farm house and a rather fine estate. The décor was a bit different than most of the farm houses in the area. It relied a lot more on stone than most, a vast cement porch and stacked stone columns holding up the roof. Alabaster and granite colored paint decorated the house and the barn, reflecting a lot of light. The boys all gazed out as the truck pulled off of the road and up toward the house, coming to a stop in front of a small fountain of a pitcher endlessly pouring water into a pond.

"Interesting place." Max murmured.

"At least it isn't the cliché of a red barn and coveralls." Ian said, opening his door to step out. Juan opened his door and stepped out, his boots settling onto the slab of stone beneath the truck. He stretched and moved around the truck, deciding to head up toward the door. As all three boys advanced toward the house, the sound of stray bleating came a moment before the sound of hooves clattering on stone.

"A little help, if you don't mind!" Came a call of a man. The need for the help was obvious, a stray sheep bounding along loose. Max grinned, his first challenge. He readied his hands and dove as the sheep ran by, getting a hold of his wooly hips. The sheep bleated in surprise, trying to run even faster. Max dug his shoes into the gravel, sliding up behind the sheep, slamming into him a few times before he managed to slow the sheep. Juan had moved to slide the gate closed on the property and Ian clicked the latch into place. The sheep let out a disappointed noise before he seemed to loose spirit.

"That was close." Max said, seeing how many feet the sheep had come to getting out onto the road and into the fields.

"Thank you boys, you were a world of help!" Came the voice from before. All three turned to see the man that belonged to the voice. He was just shy of six feet tall, his skin well toned, his hair a curly dark brown. The man barely looked thirty but he had an intense, dense, long brown beard hanging from is face, jutting out from the cheeks. Brown corduroy pants covered his legs ending in a fine set of leather boots. His upper torso was clad in nothing more than a sleeveless white shirt, curls of chest hair appearing above the collar.

"Well we like to be helpful." Max said from behind the sheep.

"It's why we're here, we saw the advertisement." Juan said. The man grinned deeply.

"Well, where are my manners. I'm Adamo, welcome to Saturday Farms." The man said, offering his hand. Juan moved to shake it.

"I am Juan Garcia, this is Max Conner and Ian Dare." Juan said. Ian cocked his head.

"Why is it called Saturday Farms? Do you only sell things on Saturday?" Ian asked. Adamo chuckled.

"Not quite. I like to approach life a little more laid back than what is normal. Good friends, good drink... The only thing I like to commit to more than a hundred percent is a good party." Adamo said.

"Sounds like my kind of place!" Max said in excitement. The sheep turned around, butting him with its head.

"How about I get the sheep put away and we'll talk inside." Adamo smirked, moving over, taking the sheep by the scruff of the neck, leading him off. Juan moved over to Max.

"A farmer taking it easy?" Juan asked in disbelief.

"Well, you know they pay some farmers not to grow things." Max replied.

"He probably hasn't shaved since Y2K..." Ian murmured before shuddering.

"Oh come on, its manly." Max smirked.

"Mankind invented civilization for a reason; we don't have to resort to looking like cave men." Ian replied.

"Shut up gringo, we want this job, remember?" Juan said. Ian nodded gently and after a few minutes Adamo was returning.

"Well guys, why don't we head inside?" Adamo said, leaning the way. The boys followed him up the stems, moving into the house. The place seemed homey, almost rustic in some ways. A stone oven was built to the right of the door, a full bar set up to the left. Max's jaw dropped as he saw the bottles, so many types of liquor. Juan was drawn to how well built the house was, from the stone to the mortar to the wood. There was a lot of wood, old wood. Ian meanwhile was a little disconcerted that there wasn't a mirror around, nor any of his typical soaps at the sink... just a solid bar of soap. Ian wasn't sure if the fact that it looked unused was good or bad. Adamo moved over behind the bar, grabbing a cup. "After traveling all that way, are you boys thirsty?" he asked.

"Uh, we're underage sir." Juan volunteered.

"I won't tell anyone." He grinned, looking into Juan's eyes. Juan was about to protest but something about the man's eyes, their deep color... he felt like he could trust him.

"Just one maybe, if we're going to be here a while." Juan said. Adamo grinned, sliding out the cups. Max and Ian didn't say much, leaving it to Juan to set the tenor of their trip. Adamo handled the bottles like a pro, tossing and twisting them, amber and clear liquids spilling out in streams, swirling around the cups. Adamo made them each a different drink, sliding them out.

"Something to put hair on your chests." Adamo said. Max grinned, downing his first. Juan soon after. Ian hesitated, he worked hard to keep his chest hairless, but it was just a saying. Juan took a deep swig before setting his cup down, feeling the booze stirring in his veins already.

"So, what would the job entail?" Juan asked. Adamo poured himself a drink.

"Right down to business. Not my usual style but I am adaptable." Adamo said, "Saturday Farms makes use of three models of operation; farm produce, farm livestock, and the winery. Good thing there are three of you, yes?" Adamo grinned, "I figure... I send one of you to each, show you how to do it, you put in a hard day's work, you use the rooms upstairs, we enjoy each other's company for the summer... And we all share in the spoils." Adamo said. Juan nodded.

"Sounds good to me, what about you two?" Juan asked.

"It's fine." Max said, finishing off his drink. Adamo quickly mixed him up another. Ian looked from Max to Juan before nodding.

"We're a team." Ian said. Adamo grinned.

"Very good, very good." Adamo said, "Max, after seeing the way you handled that sheep maybe we should put you with the livestock. Juan, you seem to be the man for hard work, maybe we'll give you the fields... and Ian, that would leave you for the wine. It takes a special figure to make it, it looks like you might have the grace for it." Adamo said. Ian blushed, looking rather proud of himself. Even if he had to pick the grapes and even if he ended up covered in grape slime it sounded easier than what the other two would do. Juan gauged their reactions before nodding.

"Sounds good to us." Juan said. Adamo chuckled happily, running his fingers through his beard. He suspected they would turn out quite fine.

***

The old stairs creaked a bit as the boys moved up and down, their rubber shoes doing little to muffle the sound. Backpacks of clothes and amenities were set down at the base of the provided beds. Ian stood at one end, laboriously unfurling his sheets. Max walked up to his bed, closed his eyes and fell back. He moaned softly as the mattress welcomed him, almost hugging him. He murmured, stirring gently. Ian shook his head at Max's silliness. Juan moved into the room, carrying their last bag. He looked down the aisle between the three beds and the dresser to the window.

"It faces south... We won't be able to wake up with the sun." Juan commented.

"You heard what he said, he's pretty relaxed about it. Maybe this'll be the first farm job you've had where we can sleep in." Max said. Juan smirked.

"You better hope you're right." Juan said. Ian smiled, tucking the corners of his sheets in, making sure everything was square before he began laying out his pillows.

"I have to admire the guy, growing his beard out that long." Max said after a moment. Ian shuddered.

"You're kidding..." He murmured. Max shook his head.

"No... It takes guts to be that bold, to not care what people think. I mean, I know he lives on a farm but... it's still cool." Max said. Juan gave a nod, at least seeing Max's point.

"That may be so but if we're going to be helping out we better get unpacked before dinner. We've got a big day ahead of us." Juan said, getting out his own bedding.

***

The sun broiled in the sky, casting its heat and light across the vast fields. The heat wave hadn't broken but Juan could stand the heat and the light. He'd never sunburned, at most he'd become a more delicious shade of brown. Still, he was a bit rank as the sweat poured off of him. Juan found it hard to believe at times he was already on his second day of work. He had thrashed, he had sewn, he had picked, he had tilled. He was back to thrashing today, working a long scythe through the fields, the blade glinting in the light. His black hair seemed even darker, soaked with sweat. It ran down his skin before dripping from the stubble on his chin. Juan reached up to wipe the sweat from his brow when he noticed movement in the field. Adamo was making his way across the field, taking stock of what had been cut already and what had not. He et out a whistle of satisfaction.

"You've made more progress in one day than most farm hands do in ten!" He exclaimed.

"I never like t do a job half way." Juan said, setting the scythe down so he wouldn't harm his boss. Adamo looked his employee over before pulling out a canteen from under his arm.

"You must be thirsty, you should drink." He said, tossing it to him. The contents didn't slosh like normal water. Juan rubbed his forehead a bit.

"I don't think drinking alcohol would be good in the heat like this." Juan said. Adamo looked stunned by the accusation.

"That isn't alcohol, it is a sports drink... It replenishes what you've lost, fortifies you. You've been working like a big strong male, you need to keep your fluids up." Adamo said. Juan unscrewed the lid of the canteen and brought it up, sniffing at it. He pulled his nose back in shock after a moment. The contents were so musky, salty, even a bit thick. Juan looked at Adamo uncertainly. "It's a home brew, very good stuff. May not taste the best, buy you'll feel like a new man." Adamo said. Juan hesitated a bit. He wanted to stick to water, but even that was seeming not to cut it anymore. He lifted the canteen to his lips, tipping it back, the stuff soon flowing into his mouth. He gave it a swallow, face scrunched up at first... although the taste wasn't nearly as bad as he expected. It was almost Earthy, cool, delightful. Juan took a deep gulp and then another before finally lowering the canteen.

"Not bad!" He said.

"Keep it with you, I got plenty more. You're feeling alright, right?" Adamo asked, turning to head back to the farm house. Juan licked his lips.

"Like a new man." He repeated back, moving to pick his scythe back up although his thirst got the better of him. He hoisted the drink again, placing his lips to the mouth of the canteen, tipping it back. Adamo watched out of the corner of his eyes as Juan gulped down swallow after swallow of the drink, letting it fill his stomach.

***

Crickets chirped and buzzed, their sound audible through the screen of the open window in the boys' room. Max was already on his bed, his muddy and sloppy clothes dumped in a bucket, his brown hair matted to his head. Stubble lined his cheeks, a bit thicker along the sides of his jaw. His finger circled one of his nipples, unconsciously playing with the soft curls of chest hair that were coming in thicker.

The stairs creaked as Juan moved up again, walking in wearing only his jeans. He had taken a shower and cleaned up a bit after coming in from the fields. His mustache was thicker than ever before and he'd shaved the stubble on his cheeks into sideburns that came down half way to his jaw bone before jutting forward, sloped into a long and narrow triangle on each side. A thick strip of hair ran down the middle of his chin, spreading out a bit under his jaw. He had offered to help Adamo with the dishes after dinner. Juan stretched, yawning, feeling exhausted. He hadn't worked so hard in his life, but he'd never had so much good food. He'd eaten too much, drank too much and they'd had quite the good time. He was most certainly ready for bed. Max lifted his head, looking out of the door, not quite able to see his other friend.

"Ian, what are you doing?" Max called in.

"Shaving..." Ian replied. Max chuckled.

"Again? You just shaved this morning." Max said.

"Yeah, well I don't want to get all... Gruff." Ian replied. Another moment passed and the bathroom light went dark. Ian moved in, yawning himself. Max gasped and Juan looked up. Ian's legs were discolored, a purplish pink staining his skin all the way up to the shorts he was wearing. Juan stifled a chuckle.

"What happened?" Juan asked, "You fall in?"

"I got in... Adamo was showing me how to make the wine, crushing and mooshing the grapes with my feet. The vat was just a bit deep... We're switching to white wines soon so it shouldn't be as bad." Ian said, pulling the blanket and sheets back on his bed.

"I'm surprised you're taking this all in stride, usually you're picky." Max said. Ian shrugged as he laid back; his sun bleached blond hair cascading across the pillow.

"I knew this would probably be a result. I know it'll wash off. Plus grapes are a fantastic antioxidant that promotes skin health." Ian said. Max and Juan rolled their eyes, knowing Ian was still Ian. Juan reached over and flicked off the light, the sound of crickets still creeping in along with the moon light. In the dark Max reached over and uncapped his canteen, lifting it to his lips again. He was so thankful Adamo had brought it to him in the barn, he'd been so thirsty and the stuff felt so good. He gulped the thick contents down before returning the empty canteen to his nightstand, closing his eyes.

After such long and grueling days of work, the boys were slipping off into sleep rather easily. The sleep came even easier as a soft, barely audible tone began drifting through the air. Someone was playing some sort of woodwind instrument, the tune captivating and mesmerizing. Ian smiled in his sleep as he began to dream of walking barefoot through a forest glade, the moonlight on his warm skin, his hair blowing in the breeze... The touch of another, an embrace, a delicate kiss barely there. Ian let out a soft whimper of delight in his dreams.

Max heard the whimper in his sleep and a grin crossed his face, dreaming of the music playing on the radio as he was making love, his cock sliding in and out of a tight hot ass, his hands groping the round ass cheeks, sliding up the hips and the ribs, reaching around to tweak the nipples, sliding down to curl around his lover's cock and slide his hands up and down the length of it. Max had been gay as long as he could remember; it was hard keeping it from his friends, especially when he had a crush on them both... but none more than one;

"Juan..." Max cooed, shivering in delight. In Juan's sleep he heard someone moan his name and he grinned, moving his hips side to side at first before he started lifting his hips up and down. His dreams were vague, he couldn't see who he was making love with but it all seemed very nice. In the waking world all three boys were getting hard as rocks, their erections pushing against their underwear or the sheets as the cases were. Max's hand found his shaft first, fingers massaging the length as they embraced the member, starting to slide up and down. Juan wasn't far behind, moaning as he bucked his hips. Ian meanwhile had rolled over, thrusting his ass into the air before humping his bed. All three men dreamed of sex, of kissing, of dreaming and kissing... and in unison, all three had huge orgasms just before the music died away, leaving only the crickets.

***

Sunrise came early in the summer, even with a window facing away from it. Juan had woken up with the sun for years in order to do chores before school, or at least to be ready in time for school. He stirred softly before his eyes opened wearily. He knew the house wouldn't be up for some time but he knew there were a few things he could do to help everyone out. Juan moved his tongue to lick his lips and moisten them after his sleep but his tongue encountered mustache instead of lip. Juan hesitated, confused. His mustache was thick, but he had trimmed it into a neat line. He reached up to feel it. An odd chill of pleasure moved through him as he felt his thick mustache, the hair slipping over his upper lip, the tips angling down.

Juan reached up with both hands to feel his face. The sideburns he had carved were much thicker and stubble had filled in all the flesh he had shaved just hours before. Even the strip in the front led to a short tuft. Juan wanted to be surprised but for some reason touching the hair felt amazing, better than a massage. Juan threw off his blanket, slipping his legs out of bed to get up before he stopped. His legs were darker than ever, almost black. He reached down, running his fingers over them, feeling the dense hair. He looked at his arms. They were dark, but not a tenth as much as the hair on his legs. It was almost like its own pair of pants. Juan hesitated, hadn't he been wearing pants when he went to bed? Something was off. Not just something, everything.

Juan hopped out of bed, taking a step before he groaned and wobbled. His feet were incredibly stiff and tight, the toes not wanting to move at all. Juan fell onto his knees, nearly landing on Ian's bed. He clattered to the floor instead but braced his hands on the wood and hoisted himself up, coming face to face with Ian in his sleep... but Ian too looked different. The boy's shaggy blond hair was longer and his smooth shaved cheeks were covered in a thick coating of whitish blond fuzz, thick on his upper lip, a tuft hanging down from his chin, his lips quivering in his sleep.

The latino boy gazed at his blond friend, those innocent lips, those youthful looks even with a beard. Juan's lips parted and his tongue slipped out, reaching and stretching for Ian's... but then Juan saw his tongue, hanging in that distance. He shook his head in shock and disgust, forcing himself to his feet, moving out of the room. Something was terrible wrong. Had they all been drugged? Juan staggered down the hallway, trying to remain up but his feet gave out again and he toppled into a door, falling into the room beyond.

To Juan's surprise he fell not on a hard floor, but on cushions. Juan shifted and rolled, looking around. The floor was covered with red cushions, tables jutting up all around lined with candles, bowls of fruit. There was a mini-fridge with plates of beautifully prepared food, even a steel and glass wine cooler. Juan looked around before his eyes stopped on the hooves of a creature, the black hard hooves perfectly balanced on the fabric, leading back and then up wooly brown legs. Juan gazed up and up, terror sinking into his heart as he saw the legs did not belong to an animal, but to Adamo.

Adamo stood in the middle of the room, a wry grin on his lips framed with a huge beard. Two dark black horns jutted out of his head, curving back just a little. His ears were pointed, his nipples pierced with gold rings. Heavy brown furry balls dangled from his groin, an incredibly long cock extending in front of him, quite hard. Juan was frozen in shock for a long moment before it began to click into place. Bacchus road, the wine, the eating, the partying...

"You're a Satyr... A... a creature, a myth! I knew something was strange..." Juan whispered. Adamo nodded.

"You've been so much more suspicious than the others, it's been hard." Adamo admitted. Juan shook his head.

"It's been impossible; you're not going to get away with whatever you're trying to do." Juan said. He moved to grab the nightstand and climb to his feet, moving back for the doorway. Juan moved step by step for the hall, watching it get closer... but then his ears detected the delightful sound of pan flutes. Juan felt like he was blacking out, the world around him blinking. When sense returned to him he felt such a warm sensation in his mouth, a meaty length... and musky fluid. The fluid was just like the sports drink. Juan took a few gulps before he opened his eyes. He had instinctually expected to see the field, but all he saw was a furry groin.

Juan looked up in shock to see Adamo's grinning face, one hand stroking his beard, the other grabbing the back of Juan's head. Adamo began thrusting his cock back and forth, pistoning it in and out of Juan's mouth and throat. Juan tried to resist but it tasted so good, felt so good. The goo leaked down his throat and filled his belly and soon all Juan wanted to do was relax his throat. As he did, Adamo got even deeper, thrusting like a beast. The cream pouring from his shaft got thicker, filling Juan's belly slowly. The stubble on his cheeks got thicker, catching up to the bushy sideburns he had carved. Each swallow seemed to accelerate the process. Juan's stubble became a thin beard, then thicker. The black hair curled, pushed out, lengthened. It was becoming so bushy, so thick.

Adamo watched with glee as Juan drank more and more greedily. The latino reached up, rubbing brown hands up and down the satyr's furry hips before reaching around, teasing his nub of a tail. Adamo moaned in delight, gazing at the faun he was siring. The black hair on Juan's legs got longer, thicker, curling into wooly fur. His tailbone throbbed and stretched, starting to push out into a tail of his own as his ass cheeks parted, exposing his hole. Slowly Juan's ears began throbbing, stretching into points. Beneath him his toes pushed together, the flesh fusing, the toenails turning black and spreading. They became a single nail, then they covered the base of his feet, his soles hardening and turning black.

Juan's nipples perked as he drank, guzzling greedily, grunting and moaning. The vibrations sent Adamo over the edge as he came. The cum spewing form his cock was a hundred times as powerful as his precum had been. Juan's beard jutted out, dropping down his neck. It was huge and dense, quite amazing. As Juan writhed in bliss, his forehead ached as two drops of blood appeared just before his horns pushed out, the bone color contrasting with his deep dark hair. Juan guzzled the cum happily, feeling his own spewing a moment later.

As Juan came, his package began to shift. His balls throbbed, swelling larger with each gush of cum they sprayed. His cock throbbed and tingled as it began to grow with every pulse of his heart, stretching longer and thicker, a sheath building up around the base. Juan's member ached with a lust he realized would never go away, and he never wanted it to. Juan moaned in delight, his new hooves tapping on the floor beneath him. He was a true satyr, horny and thirsty and hungry. Adamo grinned wider, knowing what his new Satyr's first task would be.

***

Ian smiled in his sleep, his nose picking up such a wonderful scent. It was like musk, like earth, like the sweet wine he made... It was good in every way. Ian all but shivered as he felt something hot and wet against his lips. He opened his mouth, even in his sleep, his tongue moving out to lick up the delightful moisture. His tongue encountered the precum of a Satyr, the cockslit of his shaft. The flavor sent an electric chill down his spine. He parted his lips wider, the dream of the forest glade returning to him.

Juan pushed his cock into Ian's mouth slowly, starting to thrust back and forth, the precum leaking out. He watched Ian swallow it, the blond's mouth moving to suckle his friend even in his dreams. Juan let out a soft bleat, not enough to wake either boy. He began thrusting harder, filling Ian's mouth. Ian started to wake, but the only sensation he was aware of was delicious cock. He moaned in surprise but didn't fight. He gave in, sucking and slurping. Two hands moved up, rubbing the length of Juan's cock that wasn't fitting into his mouth yet.

Ian moaned louder, sucking and grunting, guzzling the pre. It was as if a damn had been broken in him, his true self rushing out. He had assumed he was straight, but he had just been hiding it all of these years. He was gay and his friends knew, they were fine with it... Juan was here to help him out. Ian felt so loved, so amazing. He gulped and swallowed, shuddering. As Ian drank, his hair started losing more color. Juan had thought it was being bleached by the sun, but it was turning into his true form. Before long Ian's hair was so light it was almost a willowy golden-silver. His legs burst with the same color hair, getting thicker and softer, the fur much more straight than Juan's had been. Ian's legs were coated in the fur as they contorted.

Even as Ian's legs changed, the rest of his body was not left far behind. His toes fused and began becoming hooves, his ears pushed into longer points than Juan's, his forehead swelled up as his skull changed beneath before obsidian black horns pushed out. Ian's beard remained thin on the cheeks but his chin was producing more hair by the moment, the long tuft already brushing his collar bone. Ian continued to swallow, his eyes gazing up, taking in Juan's new sight for the first time. Ian's little nub tail began wagging in excitement. Juan grinned, his tail hole clenching and unclenching as he fucked Ian's face.

"Bahhh!" Juan bleated in shock as he felt something push into his tail hole but he soon relaxed. The long, hard, hot cock felt right at home there. Max leaned against Juan's back, his hands slipping around Juan's wooly hips, sliding up and down them. Max rested his head on Juan's shoulder, licking the skin there before he sucked on the flesh.

"There there, it'll be alright." Max whispered, just as he had calmed the animals Adamo had him take care of, "I've wanted to do this for so long... Thanks to this place, I finally can." Max whispered. He thrust his eight inch cock into Juan and then pulled out nine. He thrust in again and pulled almost all of his ten inch shaft out. Each thrust made his cock bigger, his balls swelling to accommodate it. Juan thrust into Ian's mouth and then back into Max's cock.

Max grinned, loving his life, loving his friends. He had woken up already with wool covered legs, his feet hooves before they touched the ground. He had been changing faster than the others due to his love and lust for his friends, being gay, drinking more of Adamo's precum... and now Max realized because he accepted it. He gasped in delight as horns pushed through his forehead. Unlike those of Juan or Ian though they were ribbed. The horns kept pushing out, curving back, moving and stretching, even curling around. In minutes Max had the horns of a ram, and he was ramming his cock into Juan's ass.

Ian sucked Juan off furiously, one hand rubbing his friend's belly, the other stroking his own huge cock. Juan and Max were bleating in unison and as Adam watched them from the bedroom he felt truly gratified. He stroked his own shaft, grinning wide as the backs of all three boys arched. Max gasped, Juan moaned and Ian shivered... and all three boys came at once, spraying their thick feral satyr sperm. Adamo grinned. After all the preparation, Satyrday Farms was ready for business.