Recruiting an Ally

After I was sure the other three Satyrs were gone, I left my hiding place and carefully approached Sabastian. I slowly walked around him into his field of vision. He was still lying on the ground, looking lost in thought. I didn’t want to interrupt his moment of reflection, so I took the opportunity to study him. He was dressed in breeches, cut off just below the knee, and a rough-spun vest which hung loosely on his frame. His legs, covered in thick, well-groomed hair, ended in hooves. The vest hung awkwardly, but his arms were toned and contrasted sharply against the unflattering fabric. Finally, I raised my gaze to meet his green eyes.

Sebastian notices me, slowly blinking his eyes at first. He then quickly blushes and cringes in on himself.

He must realize I saw the others humiliate him. Shit, there was nothing worse than getting embarrassed in front of a woman. I hated it when it had happened to me, I could do better and say, "What assholes, can you believe that jerk Lucas."

Sabastian looks back at me and takes a moment to compose himself. "Lucas mess with you too?"

"No, I just hate it when a guy takes out his tiny ego on others." I respond.

"Tiny? Don’t you don’t mean massive? He thinks he’s the gods gift to the earth" Sabastian responds with some disbelief.

"Well, the dude must be compensating super hard if he goes this far out of his way to bully other guys." I wink at Sabastian.

Sabastian lets out a small laugh, "Huh, I guess that would make sense. Wish he could hear you say that."

He then pauses for a moment, "You are not part of our tribe and you're a human. Why are you here?".

I grin and pull out my bow, "I'm a servant of the Huntress. I'm here to capture someone to prove my hunting skills."

Sabastian's eyes shoot wide, and he starts to scoot back on the ground, "What, nononono".

I laugh, "Not you. In fact, I was thinking we could make a deal. You have a problem, and I need a captive. Maybe we could kill two birds with one stone."

"Lucas?" Sabastian asks.

"Yeah, don’t you want ****?" I ask.

I can see uncertainty in his face as he responds, “I do, but he’s the chief’s son, I’d get in so much trouble and he’s… done things to people who push back.”

How to convince him. I am in a woman’s body right now, maybe I use some feminine charm. Stress the right words in my response, “Really, wouldn’t **** feel really good though.”

Fuck, that sounded awful no way that had the intended effect. I keep my thoughts to myself though and Sabastian responds, “You’re right it would.”

I smile knowing I have him and purr the right words in my response, “It would be pretty heroic, woman love hero... I’m sure Calliope would be secretly grateful.” I can see his hesitance erode when I lean into feminine charm and feel a strange sense of pride that I have this effect on the Satyr.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” Sabastian says marshaling himself.

"Excellent, let's go somewhere a bit less in the open and plan this out."