Pointed? Patric's ears were pointed. Still holding his hair back with one hand he feels the ear tips with the other. Yup, those are points. A rising surge or panic rises up in the part of his mind that is still old Patric, but new Patric seems completely aroused, his cock once again springing right back up to attention.
He looks over to Sam, especially to his ears. Human. He looks to Hank but can't see his ears through the shaggy red hair. As he thinks he idly grips his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly without even realizing what he's doing. The feeling of the hair pressed up against his shaft makes the rubbing all the more enticing.
He grips his lemon sized balls in his other hand, tugging and squeezing them as he jacks himself off. He leans back on the floor, arching his back as he continues to wildly beat himself off, the sex crazed monster in him taking hold again. Hank is soon there, pulling Patric's hands off his shaft and replacing them with his mouth.
Still in view of the mirror, old Patric can see everything going on, just wanting to cry, but the sax crazed Patric is still in control. The sight of the blond furred muscle man he has become being sucked off by the slightly athletic and slightly hairy Hank is almost too much for him. But his eyes glue on the mirror, more changes are taking him, and he's not even covered in the paint. Two spots on his forehead begin to push out, the skin breaking as two bony points break out from under the skin. The grow longer as the begin to curl slightly upwards, stopping at about four inches in length. The blond hair covering his legs gets even thicker, until the skin can't even be seen beneath, and it darkens slightly to an almost honey brown. His legs even begin to change shape, hard to see at first through the thick fur, but soon too hard to miss. His thighs become even meatier as his shins compact in on themselves. His foot stretched out, the blond fur growing down to cover everything but his toes. Those soon begin to turn hard and black as they fuse into a pair of cloven hooves. He feels a slight pain above his ass, adjusting himself slightly he feels a small tail moving behind him.
Meanwhile Hank seems oblivious to it all, still happily sucking away on Patric's growing cock. The fur covering the shaft gets even denser at the base, but it's just whispy by the time it goes up the now two foot long shaft to the head. His balls swell larger, looking like a pair of potatoes in hairy bags than a guy's balls.
Changes are also taking a hold of Hank. Muscles growing even larger as the light covering of red chest hair grows thicker, moving down his stomach until most of his front is covered in a dense red rug. Hank's dick begins to stretch down to the floor, over a foot in length now, and Patric can't help but notice, but Hank's pubes are growing up the shaft as well in a red imitation of Patric's own cock. Hank's shoulder develop a bit of red hair, his ass sprouting a bit of a rug as well, as well as a good deal of his lower back. Hank's leg hair moves up his thighs, connecting with the ever bushier pubes. His beard fills in more, moving up his cheeks as it grows longer, especially on his chin.
Patric bucks his hips one last time, filling Hank's mouth with a load of his satyr seed. Hank's unloads his own all over Patric's furry chest. As Hank swallows the seed his ears begin to pull into small points as well.
There's a clapping noise that pulls both their attention to Ms. Trenwall who steps through the door way. "Well, you broke my rules. But now you can see. I wanted a pair of satyrs. Sam was better suited to be a stupid dense sperm factory. You two though.. will be my prizes."