Satyrday Farms 2
A brand new drink is sweeping across campuses, but when three boys go to tour the facilities, they get to see what's really going on.
Satyrday Farms 2 Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Moxyhot
A sweet breeze blew across campus, swaying cherry trees full of blossoms and thick lush canopies of leaves along the quad. Thick lush blades of grass swayed back and forth where it wasn't trapped down by students basking in the late afternoon. Spring was fading into summer and the weather had been divine. The lacrosse teams were jogging around campus as an excuse to bask in the delight, classes were being held outside, and the fraternities were barbecuing everything they could possibly get their hands on.
The smoke billowed around, funneling through the gap between the brick dormitories, the barbecues going at full force. What the frat boys lacked in style and craft they made up for in gusto. Almost a hundred patties had been processed through and steaks had been seared on the grill, special sauces drizzled on. The back door to Sigma Chi opened and Luke moved out with a large plate in one hand and a pair of large brown bottles in the other hand. Luke's blond hair was kept fairly short, just enough gel added to spike it up and give it some flare.
"Hey Jason, how goes it?" he asked the current chef.
"Meat good." Jason chuckled, flipping more patties to cook the other side. Jason was a fair bit taller than Luke and his shoulders were almost twice as wide. His hair was buzzed short for ease of care, his cooking apron hanging over his football jersey. With the patties sizzling, Jason had time to relax a bit. He moved away from the billowing smoke and over towards Luke. Luke set the plate down on the patio table to wait for the burgers, offering Jason one of the bottles. Jason reached out, pausing when he noticed the liquid inside was more opaque than usual. "What is this? A practical joke?" Jason smirked.
"Well it's customary to bring the chef a beer for his trouble, but one of the guys brought back a couple cases of this stuff and is sharing it around. The barley is grown locally and they've got a special recipe or something." Luke said, popping the lid off of his, sniffing at it.
"It looks like milk..." Jason murmured, hesitant. He popped the lid off himself, lifting it up. Luke swirled it around, considering.
"Well there's Irish crème... and other times where milk can help out in the process. The guys all seem to like it, I can get you something else." Luke said. Jason's brows furrowed. He didn't want to seem weak in the eyes of a junior.
"Nah, it's going to be awesome." Jason said, putting the mouth of the bottle to his lips, tipping it back. The liquid spilled over his tongue, bringing the bite of the beer but also an incredibly smooth muskyness. It was refreshing, cool, slick... almost like it lubricated Jason's throat. He moaned softly, his throat relaxing. He slipped the tip of the bottle between his lips, practically sucking on it as he guzzled the contents down. Swallow after swallow it poured into his stomach before the bottle was empty. Jason grunted in dismay, wanting more already. He pulled his lips from the bottle, running his tongue around the edge, collecting the last drops. Jason turned, looking to see Luke suckling his own bottle, the last few drops flowing into his mouth. The blond boy pulled the bottle out and licked at the edge before plunging his tongue into the gap, moving it back and forth before he sighed in delight. Jason had to admit he was proud. He turned his bottle, looking at the label on it.
"Satyrday Farms Goat Milk?" Jason murmured, "We gotta get more of this stuff..." he whispered.
***
The sun had set in Sigma Chi but the night was only starting. Frat boys poured in from outside, drawn by the loud music pulsing inside. Their bellies were full of beef and the whole weekend was ahead of them. Jason strutted through the fraternity, a grin on his face, bringing another bottle of Goatmilk to his lips, guzzling it down. He bowed his head to all his friends that were downing the same. He moved along, giving a flagrant spin in time with the music before he moved into the main room. Several tables had been set up and covered with bottles of the amazing drink. Jason moaned as he saw them all, moving to grab another.
"Isn't this stuff great? I don't even feel drunk yet, just good..." Ben murmured, leaning against one of the walls. Jason grinned.
"It's fucking awesome man." Jason said, finishing the bottle in his hands before grabbing two more, resuming his walk. He made it to the base of the stairs, spotting Luke. "Hey kid, how you doin'?" Jason asked, reaching out to ruffle Luke's hair. His fingers tangled in the locks, giving him a surprisingly good grip. Jason hissed in a breath, feeling strange urges well up inside him before he let go of Luke's shaggy mane. He hesitated, thinking for a moment that Luke's hair had been shorter just a few hours ago... Maybe he was more drunk than he thought. Luke looked up at Jason with a grin.
"Having a good time?" Luke asked.
"Yeah man, this is awesome... A rockin' way to welcome in the weekend." Jason said. Luke grinned.
"You liking the Satyrday Farms stuff?" Luke asked. Jason lifted the two bottles as if to show proof.
"I'll never drink ordinary beer again man!" Jason said.
"I looked it up on the internet; it's a pretty new trend. There's another one called Minotaur milk that's getting pretty popular in Oregon, but Satyrday farms is pretty close to us. They just changed their name too; I guess they wanted to fit in with the mythical trend of their competitors." Luke smirked. Jason blinked a bit.
"You're harshing my buzz man." Jason muttered. Luke smirked.
"How would you like to see the farms? I got an invite from the farmer, Adamo. Apparently they give free samples and stuff." Luke said. Jason grinned wider.
"Now you're talking my language dude." Jason grinned, clapping an arm around Luke's shoulder, giving him a squeeze before he wandered along. Luke smirked, moving down the hallway back toward his room. His belly was full, his mind was buzzing. It certainly seemed like he had enough. Maybe he'd just unwind with some video games before passing out. Luke eased the door open, stepping in before he came to an abrupt stop. Luke's roommate Zeke stood by his bed, his hand down his pants, panting roughly as the hand moved back and forth. Luke blushed, turning around quickly. Zeke jumped, turning around.
"No don't go dude, I'm sorry." He said, rushing forward, putting his hand against the door. Luke's heart jumped as he turned to look at his roommate. Zeke was six feet tall, his black hair long and smooth. Luke was a bit surprised by Zeke's face, he was pretty fastidious and shaved daily... but a fine coating of stubble covered his cheeks and it was particularly thick on his chin and above his lips. Zeke's green eyes gazed into Luke's blue ones. Luke swallowed nervously.
"You're busy, I can give you privacy, it's no biggie." Luke said, reaching behind him to fumble with the door. Zeke shook his head.
"No, I don't want to be alone, I just... I couldn't figure out how to talk to you about it. I mean, you're... just so amazing." Zeke murmured. Luke was starting to panic, looking around. He didn't have to look far to see a dozen of the brown bottles all over the room, all but one completely empty.
"Zeke, you're wasted; you just need to sleep it off... This isn't you." Luke said, moving to slide under Zeke's arm and get out of being pinned. Zeke grabbed the last partial bottle and tipped it back, bringing the contents into his mouth before he pounced. Luke hadn't anticipated being tackled by a frat boy and was knocked onto the bed. Zeke moved, pressing his lips to his roommate. Luke struggled, trying to force him off. He parted his lips to try and scream but that was all Zeke needed. His lips parted and the thick white goatmilk poured into Luke's mouth. Luke gulped it down to avoid choking... but then it was like his whole body started relaxing. Zeke grinned wide before he deepened the kiss.
With his prey relaxed, Zeke moved to straddle Luke, putting his legs on either side of his roommate's hips. Zeke pressed his groin to Luke's and began grinding. Luke moaned into the kiss, surprised... but then elated. He pushed up against Zeke, grinding back. As if by instinct, they both pulled back and slammed together again at the same time. In moments they were furiously dry humping, blood pooling into their cocks, their harsh tents rubbing together.
"I've wanted this for so long." Zeke moaned between kisses, sucking and nibbling on Luke's lip, breaking the kiss to suck and nibble on the blond boy's neck. Luke gasped and groaned, flushing brightly, his hands raking across Zeke's chest. Their cocks were so hard it almost felt painful but so right. Luke gasped with each hump.
"I never knew, but... This is great... Having you close by, we could do this so more. I just... wish... the semester was longer." He whimpered, moving to bury his face into Zeke's hair, inhaling his scent. Luke kept humping wildly, keeping Zeke tight to him before once more he gasped. Luke's back arched as he felt something hot and wet soaking through his pants. For a moment he thought Zeke had pissed himself but it was far too thick. Luke grinned wide, realizing their mere dry humping had brought Zeke over the edge... and as he felt his roommate's cum soak across his cock, he came into his own pants, calling out in bliss. It was going to be a great night.
***
Campus was quiet, as it always was on a Satyrday morning. Most students were sleeping off the night before but Jason was excited for the trip. The back hatch of his Ford Explorer was open and he'd cleared out all the junk, sliding in four coolers full of bags of ice. He shoved the last one into place, wedging it in tightly. He had a bit of extra cash and if they were heading right to the source of the Goatmilk then he was going to stock up. Jason reached up and closed the hatch, turning in time to see two people moving toward him at a slow pace. Jason had to chuckle at the sight of it.
Luke looked a bit worse for the wear, sunglasses tucked over his eyes, his blond hair mussed up with bed head, framing his head almost like a mane. Thick stubble covered his cheeks and he appeared to be in the same clothes next to him. The man with Luke seemed much better, the grin on his face topped by a thick mustache and anchored by a short tuft of black hair on the chin. Jason moved over, racking his memory before he brought the name up.
"Zeke, good to see you. Joining us today?" Jason asked. Zeke nodded.
"Somebody's gotta look after Luke, he had a long night." Zeke said, putting his hand on Luke's back, rubbing it. Luke smiled weakly.
"Drink too much there bud?" Jason asked.
"In a manner of speaking..." Luke said, licking his lips.
"Well I'm feeling fine. Let's head out. You can sit in back, the tinted windows will block the sun from your migraine and we got plenty of water so you can rehydrate." Jason said, moving to climb into the driver's seat. Zeke took Luke's hand and gave it a squeeze, the two headed to climb into the back. The doors shut and the Explorer roared to life before it pulled out, driving out of the lot and onto the open road.
***
The ride to the farm took about an hour but the time seemed to fly for Jason. His eyes gazed forward, dreaming of how good the goatmilk was. He was focused enough to drive, but not to notice that his back seat passengers had decided to occupy themselves in other ways. Luke and Zeke had their hands stuffed down each other's pants, giving each other hand jobs. Zeke moaned and then Luke would, each pushing their hips up as the other brought their hand down. A soft squelching came from each shaft as it readily leaked seed, the entire length slick. Zeke brought his hand out of Luke's pants, his hand coated in yellowed sperm. He brought it to his lips, smearing the goo over them before licking them clean, sucking one finger and then the next. Luke blushed in delight, bringing his hand out to do the same... The strange thing was that neither of them had even orgasmed, they just leaked the sperm, soaking into their dark pants.
"There it is!" Jason exclaimed in delight. Zeke and Luke looked heartbroken but they worked to quickly button up their pants, humping a few times involuntarily before they got a hold of themselves. The explorer rumbled along, pulling off the road and into the wide gravel parking lot next to the farm house. Jason hopped out and inhaled the sweet air, looking around. The house was impressive. It had enough columns and stonework to remind Jason about something from Greece. He looked around, spotting statues of fauns around. They certainly took their theme seriously. "So when's the tour supposed to start?" he asked, turning. Zeke and Luke hadn't gotten out. Jason reached over and thumped his hand on the roof.
"Sorry, sorry. Seatbelt..." Luke's muffled voice came from inside. A moment later the doors popped open and both moved out, moving around to stand with Jason. They heard shifting gravel and turned to face the barn. Two tall men were emerging, one just shy of six feet and the other just past. The older man seemed to be in his thirties with shaggy, almost curly brown hair and well tanned peach skin, his legs clad in corduroy. The other man was younger, in his twenties. His skin was much darker, a rich natural cinnamon brown... But those details were lost on Jason as he looked at them. His eyes gravitated toward the beards each man had... The older man had a beard that was beyond a lumberjack's, practically beyond bigfoot. It was thick, bushy, curly, dense and long, hanging past his nipples. The beard on the latino man was just as thick and bushy but it only came down three inches from his face.
"Welcome to Satyrday farms! I'm Adamo, and this is Juan my foreman." The elder farmer introduced.
"Hola." Juan said with a wide grin.
"Hi, I'm Luke, I'm the one that called you about the tour. This is Jason and Zeke." Luke said. Adamo moved over to shake Jason's hand while Juan moved to Zeke.
"That's some house! This place is amazing." Jason said. Adamo put an arm around Jason's shoulders, turning him toward the house.
"It is really nice, reminds me of home." He said. Juan sniffed the air before shuddering, grabbing Zeke's hand. His lips parted, a tongue moving out to lick at the flesh. Zeke gasped and cooed, letting the man lick it clean before he nodded his head toward Luke. Juan's eyes widened even further and he moved, lifting Luke's hand to lick and suck clean. Luke shivered happily, embracing the strange greeting. At last Juan let their hands down and cleared his throat.
"Are you from Italy? Isn't that where the idea of Satyrs originated?" Jason asked. He hadn't been great at many classes but he did do alright in history class. Adamo nodded happily.
"You're right, very good... But where I came from isn't as interesting as where we're going. What brought you here?" Adamo asked.
"That goatsmilk stuff, it's amazing... How can mixing beer and milk work so well? Isn't it supposed to curdle?" Jason asked.
"It's a complicated process... You need the right barley, the right aging, a touch of wine, the right goats... But we can show that all to you boys. We've got some great experiences... just waiting for us." Adamo said, his arm never leaving Jason's shoulder, even as they turned to head deeper into the farm.
***
The heavy wooden doors to the winery groaned as they were opened, the scent of grapes heavy in the air. The room was covered with a combination of dark grain woods, smooth stone and stainless steel. Drains were placed around on the floor, but what was most interesting was the large wooden vat with steps up to the brim on either side. Adamo strode in, looking around with pride. Jason entered along with Zeke and Luke. They looked around in delight, moving around to run their hands over the wood.
"This all looks so old but so good..." Luke murmured.
"It's made in the old world way, I think it makes for a better taste.
"What's the old world way?" Jason asked. Adamo grinned.
"Ian?" He called out. One of the doors opened and a blond young man emerged, large feet padding across the stone on simple sandals. Ian seemed to be a bit younger than Luke but he had a soft blond mustache and a tuft of hair hanging from his chin. The most remarkable detail about Ian was that his legs were stained a dark purple color. Jason grinned a bit.
"You really get into your work, don't you?" Jason asked. Ian chuckled, nodding.
"Wine is a passion of mine, to make something with my own two feet." Ian smiled. Jason looked at the vat and then back to Ian.
"So you get paid to hop in and just... jump around?" Jason asked, intrigued.
"It's like a mosh pit, or as I call it, a mush pit." Ian smirked, "Want to try?"
"I can try?" Jason asked, eyes going wide, "Is that alright?"
"You're on a tour, you should try everything! But you have to strip down to your underwear and get a little wash over there." Adamo said.
"I'll get you clean enough in no time... then we can get dirty." Ian chuckled. Jason had started tugging and tearing at his clothes before Ian had finished. Zeke and Luke followed suit, draping up their clothes over a wooden shelf high from the floor, the three moving over to where Ian was. He moved to the wall, turning on a very large showerhead that started spraying water down at one of the drains in the floor. The four boys moved under the cascade of water and Ian pulled out a bar of soap that looked as though it had been crafted from wood grains.
In short order he had run the bar of soap over Zeke and then Luke, sudding them up before letting the water wash them clean... although as their underwear soaked through, something seemed different. The cloth had turned almost transparent with the moisture, revealing that their packages were almost black in color. Ian ignored the change and ushered them out of the shower before going after Jason. Jason felt conflicting emotions. He would have told the guy he could do it himself any other day, but today... he gazed at Ian.
Ian smiled, liking a receptive guest. He washed Jason's toes, ankles, knees and legs... the suds foamed up, almost looking like fur before the football jock was ushered into the water and it was all washed up. Ian took a deep breath. That was always the hardest part for him. He loved the natural appeal people had, but it would rouse suspicion otherwise.
"If you'll all move up the steps we'll climb over the edge carefully. It might be a bit slick so keep a hold on at first. The grape level usually comes up just above the knee but sometimes it's higher." Ian instructed them. Zeke and Luke moved up one set of steps while Jason and Ian took the other. Ian's toes wriggled on the upper level before he slipped his leg over the wood brim, slipping down. His toes slipped into the sea of grapes, feeling the floating liquid level beneath. He shivered with delight before he brought his other leg over. Luke watched with giddy excitement as Zeke slipped in, nearly hopping in himself. Ian mounted the edge with a praticed grace and sunk into the grapes, turning to offer his hand to Jason. Jason blushed, giving his hand to Ian, stepping over and dropping down. The grapes shifted with four bodies inside, rising up about half way up their underwear. It was far deeper than the boys had been expecting but for some reason they weren't complaining. Ian waded to the center, smiling. "So what now?" Luke asked.
"Now is the fun part, we just start stomping!" Ian grinned, moving around. He lifted one foot up, then the other, moving back and forth. Jason soon mirrored Ian, working at the grapes, his sensitive toes seeking out the clumps. Zeke and Luke started bouncing around themselves, almost breaking into a dance. The grapes sloshed as the f our moved around, rising even higher with their bodies, rippling along the leg of their underwear. Zeke and Luke were getting lost in the pleasure with one another, the sloppy grapes getting to them.
"Baah." Zeke bleated out, shuddering. Luke nearly looked like he was ready to swoon at the noise. The underwear on both boys soon grew tight and tented... Zeke's swelling member fought against the cotton the most, tilting and sliding up until it began pushing out of the waistband at the top of the underwear. What was emerging was most certainly not human, but as in fact a pointed, black, slick, ribbed Satyr cock. It was as black as night but came from him and it pulsed with his heartbeat. Zeke looked around to the men sloshing around together... To Ian with his nice goatee, to Jason with his nice shoulders... and to Luke. Zeke shuddered, his cock spasming, thick yellow cum leaking out and landing in the grapes. Each stomp worked it in, letting it spread out more and more. Zeke looked around naughtily before he crouched down, letting the grapes rise up to his navel. He closed his eyes and relaxed, letting his cum pour more freely.
"Very good, you boys have the hang of it... How does it feel?" Ian called out.
"Perfect..." Zeke murmured. Luke grinned wide.
"It's fantastic, I'm so happy I got us to come." Luke said.
"So am I." Jason said, gazing into Ian's eyes. Adamo just grinned from where he stood.
***
The gravel shifted as the four tourists moved along the farm, heading to their next destination after a fun but grueling workout with the grapes and some wine tasting. Ian had mentioned something of a particular woody taste but the boys only knew it was good. In their drunken state they'd forgotten their shoes, but their feet seemed to be tougher or numbed from the grapes. They moved along the gravel with little problem. They had donned their pants, though their skin was a bit stained and their toenails had turned a surprising black. Only Adamo seemed to notice, eyeing the boys down excitedly. They had come down from the hills and Juan had dropped them back off in front of the farm house before moving to get dinner ready.
"The last part for our tour today will be the goat barns... For that part of the tour we have the very capable Max." Adamo said, gesturing. Leaning against the barn was quite the farmer look. He had leather boots, blue denim jeans, a red and white plaid shirt and a straw hat. Shaggy, curly brown hair hung all around his face and a long piece of straw jutted out from between his lips, his cheeks and chin covered in a short, thick brown beard.
"Howdy boys. Ready to see our pride and joy?" Max asked, his accent betraying that he might not have been raised in a city despite his word choice and garb.
"Sure are!" Luke grinned.
"Well then, let's get too it." Max said, hoisting the door in. The bleats of goats emerged from inside and an earthy smell. Jason followed Max in, Zeke and Luke following in behind him holding hands once more. Jason didn't notice.
"I've never seen so many goats..." Jason murmured, looking from stall to stall.
"Rams and nanny's, we've got plenty of both and we treat them as right as we can... While the Goatsmilk contains a lot of things, we wouldn't be able to do it without the nanny's. They give the drink some balanced nutrition and help it go down smooth." Max explained. Jason looked in, seeing some of the goats being milked by machine, others were moving around wrestlessly, their udders quite plump, practically dripping...
"So... do you ever do it by hand?" Jason asked, licking his lips inadvertently. Max chuckled.
"Sure do... Why don't you boys come down here." Max said, leading the way. He opened a stall and moved in, a nanny goat bleating inside. Max moved to pet and stroke her, letting the others move in. Max set a bucket down and the goat seemed to relax, as if knowing her duty. Max looked up at Zeke, appraising him before he looked to the other two boys, "You two want to give it a try?" he asked. Jason grinned.
"What do we do?" He asked. Max chuckled.
"Betty here's good, she'll stay calm. You just come and kneel down, wrap your fingers around her teat and start to squeeze and move your hand... It'll come very naturally." Max said. Luke looked to Zeke before he turned back and moved forward, petting the goat. Max got up and let Jason take his place, the two settling down. The goat looked at Max, letting out a bleat. Max smiled, nodding before he looked to the others, "Now one of you will rest while the other milks, that way the teats refill... Although this is a special breed, she might be able to milk out of both." Max said, "Just... go with what feels natural." Max said, stepping back to stand with Zeke. Zeke leaned in towards Max, looking hesitant.
"Why not me?" Zeke asked softly. Max smiled.
"You're further along." Max answered. Zeke looked surprised. Jason took a deep breath before he gave the teat a squeeze and a tug. A long gratifying spray of milk shot into the bucket. Luke squeezed his next, getting the same, chuckling. Jason and Luke began alternating, each spraying milk from their respective teats, the flesh full and spongy in their hands, long and thick... It was a motion they had both been quite familiar with... and they were getting really into it. Both boys inhaled sharply as the scent of the milk filled the air, getting into it. Max reached over, watching them, grabbing Zeke's groin. Zeke gasped, getting instantly hard. Max grinned, using his other hand to grab Zeke's hand and bring it over to his own bulge.
Where Jason knelt on the barn floor he was in his own private world. All he saw was the teat, his hand, the bucket filling u. It was so amazing, feeling the pulsing teat... knowing this was what made his favorite beverage possible... Only one thing was ruining the moment, his thirst... All that grape smashing and nothing to drink, at least that he remembered. The memory of the wine was far from his mind. All he was thinking about was the delicious milk. Jason licked his lips again, wondering if the milk was as good right from the source. He gazed at the teat before he had to find out for himself. He leaned down, more and more, narrowing in. Jason's lips parted and his tongue emerged, stretching out. His hand stopped its pattern, letting the milk build up in the teat. He stopped just by the tip, his tongue sticking out beneath... and then he tugged.
The thick stream of milk sprayed out, splashing all over Jason's tongue and across his face. It was so rich, so creamy, so potent. It was the most wonderful thing he had ever tasted. Jason couldn't hold back. He knocked the bucket over and rolled onto his back, sliding under the goat, lifting his lips to the teat before slurping it in. Soon he was sucking and tugging. The first pull he gave on the teat brought a huge gush of cum into his mouth and down his throat. He sucked harder, guzzling it down.
A thump came to his head as Luke did the same, wrapping his own mouth around the goat's teat. Betty bleated out in happiness, knowing her purpose was being served. The boys took turns sucking their teat, filling their mouths and belly with the cream. Moments passed, minute stretching on and on. Their stomachs grew content with the milk and still they kept going. They felt warm all over, completely content. They didn't even feel the wads of goo starting to land on them.
"Baaahst ever..." Zeke moaned, his hand working up and down his achingly long black cock, the pointed head flared, the ribs sensitive and thick. He shuddered as he milked cum from his shaft, the thick rope of yellow satyr sperm flying out, splashing across Luke's pants and soaking into the fabric. Max let out similar noises, his black satyr cock spraying even more cum out onto Jason, getting it across his belly and the crotch of his pants. Just as Luke and Jason had been taking turns, Zeke and Max were cumming every other moment, producing more cum every few tugs than most humans could in half a dozen jerking sessions. The yellow shower rained down on them, soaking them with musk, washing their minds with bliss. All Jason knew was that he was sucking on a long tube of flesh and getting cream in return. It felt like his life's purpose.
***
The sun had set over Satyrday farms and that meant that the work was over for the day. The door to the house eased open, the tourists being led in... The clomp of hooves came as Adamo entered first, powerful satyr legs covered in thick curls of wool. His horns glistened in the indoor lights, his hand trailing through his huge beard. He looked over to where Juan was cooking, his black furry satyr tail wiggling over his furry ass, his hoof tapping in time to music that came from the earbuds hanging over his ram horns. Ian was reclining in a chair, drinking from a wine bottle. His blond fur was stained purple on the ends, looking almost like some sort of psychedelic pattern.
All three had reverted to their true satyr forms but Jason and Luke were too much in a daze to notice. Their bellies were so full of milk that they nearly wobbled, grinning like idiots, stripped naked since their clothes were so messy. Behind them came not one pair, but two pairs of hooves. Max walked into the kitchen, making his way around to the table... and Zeke followed. The tuft of hair on his chin hung down a fair bit now, his toes having merged and his toenails spreading out into hoofs. Patches of thick fur were covering his digitigrades legs, his pants discarded. A tiny furry nub wiggled over his rounded cheeks. He was so close now. Adamo moved to the cupboards and withdrew a big golden goblet, bringing it down. It was beautifully crafted, covered with jewels and depictions of Satyrs.
"Sit down, sit down my friends." Adamo said to Zeke and Luke and Jason. The three college boys settled into chairs easily, their eyes distant, grins on their face. Adamo gestured to Ian to stood up and the four satyrs gathered around. Each hoisted up their long, slick black satyr cocks, giving them squeezes and tugs before potent, tainted, fertile yellow cum poured into the cup and began filling it up. Their four seeds poured and churned together, filling the mug more like a thin pudding than a beverage... but soon it was overflowing, cum dribbling to the floor. The four satyrs turned and Adamo moved forward. The college students seemed too dazed to realize anything out of the ordinary was going on.
"On behalf of Satyrday farms, I want to give you a toast. You are bright, fun young men who know how to have a good time, how to appreciate what we have to offer... It's been a pleasure having you here... So to welcome you, in the tradition of my family, we'll share a drink." Adamo said, lifting the chalice to his lips, taking a gulp of the contents before handing it to Zeke. Zeke took the chalice in both hands reverently, looking at it before he lifted it to his lips and tipped it back.
The thick, yellow salty cum flowed over his lips and across his tongue, giving him a big mouthful before he swallowed. He passed the cup on before shuddering, bleating. Beneath the table the clear patches of skin were soon covered as the fur spread out, covering everything from hoof to tail. His satyr cock throbbed and stretched out longer as the balls in his furry sack inflated. He shuddered as pressure built and built in his head before it erupted in the form of horns. Zeke's ears pushed into points and he gasped. Juan moved over, reaching to ruffle the new black furred satyr's head.
Luke was given the chalice next and he lifted it up, taking a small sip and then a big gulp... and then another. At once he shuddered, passing the cup off while his body shifted and contorted. His ears were the first to change, pushing into high points. His cock had already been black but it filled out, getting intensely fat, the tip starting to dribble copious amounts of yellow cum. Two tiny horns pushed out from his head, curving back as they grew longer and longer, becoming quite sharp on the ends but aimed away from doing anyone harm. Zeke gazed to Luke's horns, deciding they would be great handholds during fuck sessions. Luke's toes throbbed and pulsed before the flesh knitted together, pulling them tight. His heel pushed into the rest of his feet, his knees felt like jelly... his stained black toenails pushed over the rest of the feet as the dirty blond hair on his legs began pushing out, curling, getting thicker and becoming fur. His ass cheeks spread out and his tail hole wriggled.
"Bahh!" Luke bleated before moaning. Jason looked up at Luke with the chalice to his lips, his head tilting. Something felt off... but, everything felt so right... He tipped the chalice back and closed his eyes. The taste was so primal, so earthy, so musky and salty... It overwhelmed him, both with how good it tasted and with how thick it was. It coated his mouth, his throat. It splashed into his full belly and seemed to make all the milk there even thicker.
Heat flushed through Jason, then tingling. It was like the best high of his life. He set the chalice down and leaned back, embracing the change. His hands grabbed at the table, steadying himself. His feet throbbed and ached, his toes going nmb. His legs tingled and felt warm and then very soft. His balls relaxed and let down, but soon they felt tight, stuffed, fll... like he had baseball sized balls. The change had been working up his body... His feet felt so stiff against the ground, his feet so warm... he thought he had packed cooler pants... but it breathed so well. Then the pleasure settled somewhere he couldn't resist. His cock had felt hard all day, but now it felt harder than hard.
Jason scooted back, both hands grabbing for his cock. He couldn't resist. He had held out longer than any of the others. His fingers curled around his meaty shaft and as he squeezed it, the member started to swell. At first it was just a little in girth, a bit more in length... but as black coloring spread over it and the shat itself began to warp, Jason began jerking of like mad. His hands worked up and down on the member, unaware of the furry wooly legs his hands brushed at the base, feeling the ribs and ridges form along it.
He watched the tip come to a point and rise up toward him before he took in a deep breath and let out an unholy bleat. From his short-shaved hair two massive horns broke through the skin, curling back and around, inch by inch. Jason moaned, his back arching as his cock pulsed and thick ropes of yellow cum began spraying out, splattering him in the face, his stubble growing out further. In a matter of moments he had the largest ram horns of any of them.
"Very good, very good..." Adamo murmured, looking around to all seven satyrs in the room, including himself, "What good boys..." he murmured, "You're all welcome to stay here tonight, then we'll send you back with as many free samples for your friends as we can stuff into your car... I want everyone to find out about Satyrday farms." Adamo grinned.
"We'll make sure of it... They all have to taste what we have." Jason cooed.
"And find what we have." Luke said, taking Zeke's hand. Adamo grinned wide, putting his arms around Juan and Max's shoulders.