Peter moaned as he felt the three satyrs disentangle. "Baah, baaaaah!" He couldn't help but have a huge smile on his face.
Mark rubbed his head, "You said it." His tail flickered eagerly. His head was a bit clearer now that he had apparently gotten that out of his system.
Travis did his best to stand up straight, clopping in place curiously as he looked down at himself, "Something tells me this isn't a costume." He chuckled, rubbing his sheath a bit, "That was fun."
"Baah baaah," Peter retorted.
Travis laughed, "Alright, next time I'll be in the middle then."
Mark did his best to towel off with Peter's discarded shirt. He tossed the shirt to Travis, who begrudgingly did the same.
"Next time? I think maybe we should get this sorted out before half the frat has hooves." Mark laughed nervously. "My legs are just supposed to be a costume, honest." He rubbed the fur on his thighs, turning in place.
Peter huffed, "Baah!"
Mark stopped turning, "I'm not showing off, I-" He laughed, realizing some part of him probably instinctively was. "Look, I got this costume from some weird shop called The Second Skin. It sounds like things have died down out there. Let's sneak out the back and get this sorted out."
Travis nodded, giving his clothes a curious glance before discarding them down on the floor. "Sounds like a plan to me." He rubbed his horn, "Can we find a back alley to fool around in on the way maybe?"
Peter clopped over to the door, letting out an amused, "Baah!"
Travis crossed his arms, "Yes I'm serious."
Mark bent over, grabbing Peter's phone. They might need someone to call them a ride or something later, and he'd already made the mistake of leaving a phone behind once before tonight.
"Alright, I think we're ready to go." He glanced up at the door, watching Peter fidget with the pantry's handle, "Are you going to join us civilized satyrs in speaking English Peter?" He teased.
Peter's face went flush. "Baah baaah baah, baah bah," he explained, sheepishly rubbing his throat.
Mark's goat ears flickered, picking up the meaning anyways. "Wow, even more the reason to clop back to the store." He looked his friend over curiously. Being the center of attention during their three way seemed to have cranked up the amount of goatiness on the young pledge. His face looked less human than the other two, poking out into a noticeable blunt muzzle. His eyes were yellow now, with striking square pupils. Further down on his body, the line between human and goat was blurred beyond recognition. His arms had a healthy amount of fur, and each of the fingers on his hand ended in glossy black hoof caps.
Did all satyrs end up like that, or had he just been pushed particularly over the edge? Baah, something to think about as they clopped back.
"Okay, let's get going." Mark poked his head out the door, "On my signal...!" He whispered. He cropped further into the kitchen, waving for the two goat-men to follow.
The three slipped out the back of the kitchen, heading off into the night. The room was silent for a few minutes, until a frat boy in a thrift store disco suit entered the kitchen.
"Where'd you guys put the drink cart?" The frat boy called out to the dining room. His eyes lit up, spying the open pantry door. "Nevermind, found it!"
The upperclassman walked into the pantry, scoffing at the sight in front of him, "Guys, if you need to change go do it in your room." He kicked the discarded clothing to the side, turning his attention to the drink cart.
"Ugh, someone was sloppy here." Chase grabbed a dish towel, cleaning up the few dribbles of cum Travis managed to get on the table cloth.
Of course, most of his climax had landed in the punch bowl.
The student gave the punch a stir. He lifted the ladle up, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and then took a quick sip directly from the spoon.
"Not bad," he muttered. He'd need to get the recipe from whoever made it this year. He reached onto a nearby shelf, grabbing a bottle of vodka and adding a few more ounces to the punch bowl. Satisfied with his tweak, he unlocked the wheels and slowly pushed the cart out into the middle of the party.