"There are still a few things I would like to discuss with you, but I hate getting interrupted. Why don't we go back to my place for a bit?" suggested Kathryn.
"Okay," said Nate. "Let's get dressed and--"
"No need," said Kathryn, and with a snap of her fingers, the witch and the satyr were gone, including all their disgarded clothing that was strewn on Nate's living room floor.
But unbeknownst to them, their conversation had been overheard.
Oh wow, began Nate's sister Kelly, as she started to come back downstairs. All I have to do is wait for them to create another satyr, and then sex with the new guy will turn me into a nymph!
After going upstairs to avoid having sex with her own brother (a couple of chapters ago in "Kelly Manages To Resist"), Kelly didn't discover until reaching her room that her brief encounter with Nate's now much longer and more active satyr-hood had left traces of her brother's lust on her hand.
While that brief sample has since orally disappeared, its magic and the lingering scent on her hand has brought Kelly under potential satyr influence, despite Kathryn's promise (made in the same chapter) that no one Nate is genetically related to will ever find him specifically sexually attractive. She had sneaked back to the top of the stairs and eavesdropped on their chat until Kathryn the witch and Nate the Satyr disappeared.
That bit about never becoming pregnant unless the flock leader grants his permission was a bit wild though. Those idiotic Republicans and the Tea Partiers would have a field day if they ever found that out. Hmmm... I wonder what kind of nymph I will become? Kelly mused, remembering her college Mythology class while looking at herself in the living room mirror.
Meanwhile, although Nate was briefly startled to discover himself now sitting next to Kathryn on her sofa in her living room, he was not surprised his neighbor knew a transportation spell.
"Neat trick," said Nate, meaning it as a compliment.
"Thanks. I couldn't do it until my energy level increased, which it did when I welcomed you into satyr-hood," admitted Kathryn.
"You mean, when we had sex and you took my virginity?" asked Nate.
"If you want to put it that way," replied the witch. And I certainly hope to repeat the process with all the new satyrs we create. Especially if they're virgins when I do!
"So, how will us satyrs and nymphs go about taking over the world?" asked Nate.
"We are NOT taking over the world!" exclaimed Kathryn. We only want to influence it so that hopefully the right decisions are made to improve the future and the overall living conditions for generations to come."
"Okay," said Nate, apologetically. "Sorry to have misunderstood. Just what is a nymph anyway?"
"Depends upon which kind you're asking about. There were five main divisions: celestial, water, land, plant, and underworld; with a lot of different varieties within those groups."
"Really?" said Nate in surprise. "And how many nymphs were there to satyrs originally?"
"By my count, usually two to three nymphs for every satyr."
"WOW!" exclaimed Nate, unable to keep the lust out of his voice.
"As your flock grows, we'll start working out the more specific details. But the general idea is to treat the world and others better than they currently are. At some point, maybe even promote someone within your flock to go start their own flock somewhere else. Answerable to you, of course," said Kathryn. And myself. she silently added.
"I see. And will it hurt the ladies to become nymphs?"
"I doubt it. They will become more light hearted, and want to dance and sing more often than they used to. The main thing will be that their field of interest and concern will become specialized. Like, some will worry about the forests while others will work for cleaner air or water."
"I see. Sounds like we're a long way off from accomplishing anything worthwhile though," realized Nate.
"Perhaps," said Kathryn, moving a bit closer to the satyr, "but given my longevity, I can verify that Rome wasn't built in a day, and that anything worth doing should not be rushed. There is no actual time table for all of this. We'll just take it one day at a time."
"Fine by me," said Nate, as he put his arm around the witch. He had no idea where his growing feelings for her might lead, but at the moment, they certainly felt right.
"Now then, for your next lesson," began Kathryn...