Subject: Revised "Hercules: Hero to Zero" by MC Woodsmoke (mc MBeastFFF)
From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke)
Date: 11 Sep 1997 06:08:22 GMT
Message-id: <5v81sm$rdh$1@gte2.gte.net>


Celeste's reviewer missed my refs to this
summers Disney movie.  Oh well.  I couldn't
find the spelling errors but I did make some 
changes to the last section to slow it down a
bit.  Maybe it's better... maybe not.

Trying to straighten out the mixed origins of 
Hercules between Disney, WB and Bullfinch.  
Well I mixed a little Disney with Adventures 
or Hercules with Xena Warrior Princess.  Let 
us see what we get.

If this really sucks write me and tell me 
what sucked.  I really want to know.  Thnx.
If you liked it, I wouldn't mind knowing 
that too.  Thnx twice.
woodsmok@gte.net


   Disclaimer :  Read No Further If You Are 
Under The Age Of 18  Or If You Are Offended 
By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity.  
All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are 
Purely Fictional.  Mind control is fictional, 
any attempt to dominate a real person in this 
manner would be sick and perverted.  Remember 
its just fiction.

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   TITLE:  Hero to Zero


    “Momma!” the twelve Muses wailed “we are 
sick to death of having to charge all over 
the damn countryside proclaiming, HERCULES IS 
A HERO!!”

   “Everyone is singing his praises just as 
Zeus demanded” said Aoede, the Muse of Song.

   “I’ve made sure his heroics have been 
recorded, history will remember him.” Clio, 
the Muse of history, added.

   “We’ve done our jobs Momma” Calliope, Muse 
of Epic Poetry, the eldest and most serious 
of the Muses summed up for all her sisters.  
“Unfortunately, Zeus doesn’t seem to think 
it’s enough.  He has ordered us to proclaim 
this kid every time he saves a kitten, or 
breaks wind.  We are sick of it!  Okay he’s a 
HERO already!  Get over it!”.

   Mnemosyne listened to the honest and 
aggrieved complaints of her daughters.  Zeus 
was currently the Supreme Deity in the 
Pantheon of Olympus, but he wasn’t the oldest 
and wasn’t the wisest by far.  She had 
watched the quick and epic rise of Zeus’s boy 
with a bit of chagrin.  After all, even if 
Zeus liked to forget the fact he was a 
Titan’s son, she hadn’t.  Having his son, 
Hercules, beat them back after Hades freed 
them was pushing artistic irony to its 
limits.  The girls had screamed about that 
too.  She could see his manipulative little 
schemes in the whole wild event.  

   It seemed unfair to her.  Zeus never 
seemed to give his daughters by her, the 
Muses, the kind of attention and praise he 
was now raining on this new “Prince of 
Power”.  Maybe it was time she threw a little 
wrench into her nephew and former husband’s 
plans.

   Shooing her daughters away, she promised 
them that she would look into their 
complaints and see what she could do.  
Already a plan had begun to form.  It would 
allow her to curtail Hercules heroics, and 
keep her involvement so hidden, that no one, 
including Zeus, would ever suspect her.  
Being the Goddess of Memory it was relatively 
easy to make sure that others did what you 
wanted them to but then forgot why they were 
doing it.  She’d already done Zeus one favor 
by making Hera, his current wife, and sister, 
forget that Hercules wasn’t actually her son.  
The real mother was a human which made 
Hercules a demi-god at best.  She considered 
just letting that little secret slip to Hera.  
Hera would be bound to hate the boy then.  
With the queen of the gods against him, it 
wasn’t likely that Hercules would need much 
more than an obituary written about him 
afterwards.  Mnemosyne considered it, but 
decided that, revealing his true origins was 
a little drastic.  She just wanted him 
disgraced not dead.

   Mnemosyne put in a call to Venus, Goddess 
of Love and Beauty.  The pretty little ditz 
would be the perfect pawn.  She had an ego 
the size of Olympus and Zeus secretly lusted 
after his little girls sweet body.  His 
incestual urges would cloud his judgment.  He 
would never suspect her of thwarting him, and 
plotting against her pure hearted half-
brother Hercules.  Even if he did ascertain 
Venus’ part in Hercules’ downfall he wouldn’t 
look any further.  Thoughts of punishing 
Venus, in his own kinky way, would sweep all 
thoughts of coconspirators from his lofty 
little head.

   Two days later:

   Hercules had just returned from Sparti.  
He had been asked to attend and host the new 
games of Olympus there.  It had been a hard 
journey both to and from the games.  Pegasus 
had been reluctant to leave the Fields of 
Olympus lately.  He was wooing a new herd of 
mares.  This had left his friend to his feet 
and his thumb.  As always he had many 
adventures both going and returning.  He had 
saved two villages, one from a Giant and 
another from a flock of Harpy’s.  On his 
return trip he had helped a small village 
defend itself from a huge mercenary band that 
had been terrorizing the area.  It had been a 
dangerous battle and many more villagers 
would have died if not for the timely help of 
his new friends, Xena and Gabrielle.

   He had invited Xena and Gabrielle to visit 
his home in Thebes and meet his new wife 
Megara.  He hoped she wouldn’t mind.  He was 
still feeling his way into this marriage 
thing.  He wasn’t confidant that he had a 
clue as to how to be a good husband.  Walking 
up to his palatial home he could hear Meg 
arguing with Phil in the back garden.

   Hercules rushed to find his wife.  He had 
missed her greatly and couldn’t wait to hold 
her in his arms again.  Only two things 
really mattered to Hercules anymore; loving 
Meg and helping others.  He hoped he had been 
a good husband to his beautiful wife these 
last two month’s.  It was sometimes difficult 
to find a balance between his obligations to 
Meg as a husband and the expectations of the 
world for him to be a Hero.  He knew it irked 
her when he rushed off to defeat some monster 
when she had prepared a special meal or 
surprise for him.  It sometimes seemed that 
he couldn’t walk a hundred yards without 
another villain or monster popping up.  He 
was beginning to suspect his father, Zeus, of 
throwing obstacles in his path, to increase 
Hercules’ fame and thereby increase the glory 
that Zeus gained as his father.

   As he led the two ladies towards the sound 
of Phil and Meg’s rising voices, Hercules 
winced a bit, recognizing their argument.  He 
knew most of it by heart.

   Phil leaned against a column and addressed 
Meg with a condescending tone.  “I say he 
needs to train some more.  Did you know, that 
he was barely able to throw a five ton 
boulder the other day.  You’re making him 
soft!”.

   “Listen Goatman!, You can take your Buns 
of Bronze videos and put them in Tarturus for 
all I care.  I want some time alone with 
Hercules.  You can go spend a week in the 
countryside chasing Nymphs and grazing really 
short grass, for all of me.  Catch a clue 
Phil, he doesn’t need anymore HERO training!  
What he needs to do is spend a little more 
time in Husband training!”  Meg leaned all 
the way over and managed to wave a finger in 
front of the hairy Satyr’s face.

   Grumbling barely under his breath Phil 
said “Husband training Heh!  You already got 
him by the balls, Babe.  What else does, the 
poor smuck, need to be trained to do?”

   Coming through the main house and out the 
back Hercules announced, “Meg, Love, I’m 
home, and I’ve brought some friends for a 
short visit.  I hope you don’t mind?”

   Meg rushed to her husband and leapt into 
his arms.  He caught her and drew her into a 
gentle embrace.  Meg could tell that Herc was 
slightly embarrassed to be so intimate with 
his new wife in front of the Warrior woman 
and her companion.  * Well she wasn’t going 
to have that *.  With a sexy smile she said, 
“Is that a Spartan Spear in your pocket, or 
are you just glad to see me?”  She covered 
his confused and then embarrassed face with 
hers and kissed him soundly.  She felt him 
fight it and then give in to her.  He kissed 
her back with as much passion and desire as 
she felt for him.  He tightened his embrace 
and lost himself in the sweet feel of her 
body pressed to his.

   “Oy Vey!” Phil groused turning and walking 
back into the house.  “Someone call me when 
the big Wuss is ready to practice his 
Multiple Monster Battle Strategy.  It’s easy 
to see who wears the short skirt and sandals 
in this family”.

   Breaking her lip lock with Herc, Meg 
called after Phil in a resigned tone, “If you 
really think he’s out of shape,....hummfff...  
then you can have him tomorrow.”  Admitting 
it to herself and Phil she said “As long as 
he’s going to keep being a Hero I want you 
keep him ready for anything.”

   “If you really need work on MMBS Hercules, 
I could give you a few pointers” Xena 
offered.  This just ticked Phil off more and 
he stalked into the house.  Like most Satyrs, 
Phil had a basic belief that women were good 
for one thing.  Xena, a heroic warrior woman, 
seemed like a total oddity to him.  His real 
concern though was this idea that Meg had 
that Hercules was a husband first and Hero 
second.

   Walking into the dining area, Phil 
grumbled to himself “Yeah Yeah Yeah!  Believe 
me Wifey-Meggy Poo, if I know Heroes, and I 
do.  Our boy is going to be busy for the next 
decade or two.”  He sort of wanted Meg and 
Herc to be happy but his job was training the 
kid and sometimes the beautiful brunette so 
entranced the boy that he forgot to duck and 
weave in a fight.  * I still think that if I 
put some type of blinders on the kid, when 
she was around, that we’d get more done. *  
he thought.

   In the garden Hercules set his wife down 
and began introducing her to Xena and 
Gabrielle.  He related his most recent 
adventures, which Gabrielle quickly noted 
down.  Meg and Xena hit it off and were soon 
comparing stories about him that he found 
totally embarrassing.  Rumors about his 
sexual adventures that each of the woman had 
heard but knew to be untrue were exchanged 
like recipes.

   “Well I heard that he serviced the entire 
harem of the Prince of Persia, three hundred 
women in four days” Xena said trying to keep 
a straight face.

   “Yes, I’ve heard that one and I got a 
nasty note from the three-hundredth girl too” 
Meg laughed.  “Did you hear the one about the 
thirty foot Giant woman of Veska and how she 
tried to kill my poor husband by using his 
whole body as a ... well... a sexual device?”  
Gabrielle snorted and seeing the anguished 
embarrassment on Hercules face she couldn’t 
help pretending that she was seriously 
writing this all down.

   ‘Oh come on Meg, you know I didn’t do 
.....”  Herc tried to stop the fun at his 
expense.

   “Now did she use him head first or feet 
first” Gabrielle wanted to know.

   Sitting down and putting his head in his 
hands, Hercules looked to heavens and said “A 
Hero just doesn’t get any respect around 
here”.   The ladies continued their 
discussion, laughing and gaily discussing all 
of Hercules rumored strengths, weaknesses and 
sexual adventures.

   Herc just wondered why he had ever thought 
it was a good idea to let the deadly and 
opinionated Xena and her friend, meet his 
lovely, brilliant and opinionated wife.

   None of them were aware of what was 
transpiring just yards away in the house.

-------------------------

   Phil was munching on a basket of grass and 
having a goblet of wine when a peculiar thing 
happened.  He was gazing at a beautiful 
sculpture of a  woman’s hand that some smuck 
had given Herc when the kid had saved him 
from a ravenous pack of man eating crabs.  * 
It was the worst case of crabs Phil had ever 
seen *.  The sunlight from the garden was 
reflecting off the delicate white marble hand 
with a gentle sparkle that seemed, as Phil 
watched it to grow and expand.  The sparkle 
became a gauzy cloud of sparkles and even as 
Phil was thinking of crying out at this 
strange occurrence the cloud resolved itself 
into the most beautiful naked female he had 
ever seen.

   He mind went into overload.  He wanted to 
catalogue her beauty, but it was impossible.  
Her breasts were perfect.  Her hips were 
exquisite.  Her skin was cream and silk.  Her 
face was perfection.  Everywhere his eyes 
traveled there was another detail that added 
to the beauty of the whole.  He almost passed 
out.  Then she started talking.  He quickly 
realized just how deep a shithole he was in.

   “Hey Shorty, Like, long time no see.” 
Looking at Phil’s stunned expression she said 
“What’s the matter Sweety?  Don’t you 
remember your Boss’s Mom?  All the other 
little Satyrs, Nymph’s, Cherubs, Succubi, 
Incubi and other sexual creatures remember 
Venus.  I think it’s time you had your memory 
refreshed.  Hmmmm???” Venus said and then 
paused with a look of uncertainty on her 
face.  “That reminds me, I just had a talk 
with someone about memory.”  Twirling a 
single lock of her golden tresses she sucked 
on the tip for a second.  “I can’t remember 
who it was, but what does matter is that I am 
ticked off at all the Press and stuff that my 
kid brother Hercules is getting.  Beauty is 
being ignored in favor of Strength and [Gag] 
Heroism.  I mean really does that make sense 
to you?  Like, why would anyone want to look 
at, or talk about him when they could be 
worshipping me?”.  She twirled in place and 
turned up the affects of her magical glamour 
to blinding levels.

   “Gluhh” Phil fell to his knees his tiny 
hooves tapping the floor in fear and arousal.

   “You want to worship me don’t you 
Darling?” she said walking over to the 
quaking little half goat half man.  Being 
responsible for creatures such as the Satyr, 
indirectly through her son Bacchus, she knew 
all the right buttons to push to make them do 
whatever she wanted.  Reaching out with her 
powers she activated Phil’s lustful 
yearnings.  For a Satyr, he didn’t seem to 
have many, so she really flooded him with 
them.

   Phil nearly screamed as waves of lust and 
lasciviousness washed over him.  His prick 
seemed to shoot out of its goatly sheath and 
stood erect and aching under him.  Crawling 
forward he began licking and kissing towards 
Venus’ toes.  He stole a glance up her 
perfect leg to her perfect thigh then 
directly into her perfect sex.  His mind was 
racing with fantasies of debauchery and 
ceaseless orgies of sexual revelry.  * He 
would do anything for his Goddess *.

   “That’s better.... but not quite good 
enough, Honey bunch.  I think you have the 
right attitude now but you still need, like, 
the right equipment for the job I want you to 
do.”  With a negligent wave of her hand she 
changed Phil.  He fell to the ground in agony 
as his body stretched and grew into it’s new 
form.  When Phil was finally able to stand 
again he couldn’t believe his new and 
impressive form.  

   He gazed in wonder at a reflection of 
himself in a Bronze shield nearby.  From a 
squat two and a half feet tall he had shot up 
to almost six feet.  His body which had been 
little, fat and totally non-threatening was 
now rippling with muscles and gave the 
impression of repressed power, sexual power!  
His fur had gone from a scratchy brown and 
dirty mass to a shiny combed and luxurious 
silky looking mahogany pelt.  A pelt that 
almost any female would find irresistible to 
touch.  His goatee was a sculpted marvel and 
his face was set in a permanent sexy leer.  
He was now equipped with gorgeous flashing 
eyes that entranced.  Feeling his head he 
felt that his tiny horns had grown from nubs 
into a pair of real goats horns, each ten or 
more inches long and tipped with gold.  The 
most impressive change was in his goat prick.  
It had gone from measly three inches to 
monstrous proportions.  Standing and 
returning to kneel before Venus it swung 
before him a rigid fifteen inch sword with 
two huge balls swinging in the sack beneath.

   Looking down on Phil’s lowered head Venus 
was pleased.  He hadn’t been a very good 
Satyr before.  Hardly even chased a single 
female and only the occasional Nymph.  Now he 
was a sexual bomb ready to devastate every 
female that beheld him.  Reaching down she 
caressed the space below Phil’s chin were his 
musk glands were hidden by his beard.  Phil 
groaned in an effort to control himself but 
than lost that control as Venus sniffed the 
golden fluid coating her fingers and moaned 
with a low and throaty purr.  She wasn’t 
really affected by the scent, but any human 
woman exposed would become Phil’s sexual 
thrall for at least an hour.  She watched 
Phil lose control of his cum with amusement.  
Jets of white sperm shot from Phil’s long 
hard dick and splashed against the barrier of 
beauty that surrounded her.  No item that 
would lessen her beauty in any way could 
penetrate it without her permission.  His 
prick finally finished it’s explosion and his 
breathing returned to normal.  His cock never 
lost it’s throbbing erection.  From now on it 
never would.

   Pointing at his cock Venus said, “You’re, 
like, the Ever-ready Satyr, you can just keep 
cumming and cumming and going and going!  
Great huh?  Maybe you need a drum to go with 
that big drumstick.  Hmmm?”  Her tone 
indicated that she thought she had done a 
marvelous job and someone should be praising 
her work.

   Phil dared to ask his Goddess what she 
needed from him.  “Thanks loads Venus, but 
what d’ya need me for?  How will this” he 
indicated his new body,  “help to reduce the 
attention Herc gets for his heroics?  I mean 
I’m backing your play Babe, 100%.” he said in 
fear as a bit of a frown began to crease 
Venus’ brow, “I just wonder what making me 
the next Thebes’ PlayCreature Centerfold is 
going to do to stop the kid from beating up 
every monster in the neighborhood?”.

   Walking behind Phil, Venus spoke into his 
ear as her fingers nimbly caressed his 
masculine hairy chest.  “I’m going to give 
you some special toys and you’ll use them to 
destroy my little brother Herky as a hero.” 
With a flash two objects appeared on the 
table beside them.  With Venus’ body pressed 
so intimately to his, Phil couldn’t do much 
of anything but tremble and do what he was 
told.  He hoped that he could think of some 
way of defeating Venus’ plans.  He really 
didn’t want to see all the training he had 
lavished on the kid wasted.

   Pointing to the reed pipes that had 
appeared, Venus purred into his ear “Those 
are Pan’s very own special backup pipes.  
They play themselves and any human who hears 
them loses all their inhibitions and can 
think of nothing but pleasure and sexual 
release.  It sort of works like Barry White 
music.”.  The second item was a black mask.  
One half showed a face that was  laughing and 
the other showed a face in tears.   “That’s a 
mask of Lethe, it affects memory and 
forgetfulness.  Whom so ever wears it will 
forget what you tell them to forget and 
remember what ever you tell them to remember. 
Cool huh?!!  We were going to call it the 
mask of Bill Clinton but that didn’t seem as 
catchy.”

   “Now this is what I want you to do” Venus 
started to explain her wicked little plan.

   After listening for a bit Phil exclaimed, 
“Whot you talking bout Will... I mean Venus!!  
Jeez, I don’t know if I can do that!  The kid 
is my bud!” Phil almost immediately regretted 
his protest, and channeling Gary Coleman.

   With a wave of her hand and a stamp of her 
foot, Venus pouted like a child, as she 
transformed Phil again.  Looking up from on 
all fours he could tell that he was a full 
goat and not only that a female goat!  
“Greesius come here a moment won’t you?” she 
gestured someone into the room.  Phil 
recoiled in horror at the monstrosity that 
shambled in at her command.  He was human, 
but just barely.  He body was covered with 
rags, smelly greasy oils and creams.  He was 
leading four very sick and dejected looking 
female goats in by a rope.  His fat prick was 
erect and looked like it had been permanently 
dipped in some evil grease.  He gave Phil a 
covetous leer that promised that he would be 
happy to add Phil to his personal harem.  
Phil looked up to Venus in terror and then 
ducked his eyes to signal that he had 
reconsidered his options.  She was the Boss 
without question.

   A second feminine wave returned Phil to 
his buff new Satyr’s body and eliminated all 
evidence of Greesius.  

   Giving Phil a little hug to tell him that 
she forgave him for talking back and for 
being a bad little Satyr; Venus continued 
with her instructions.

   ------------------------

   Xena had finally turned the discussion 
away from Hercules’ alleged sexual exploits.  
Gabrielle eager to make sure that everyone 
understood that Xena had done wonderful 
things too, recounted a story of how Xena had 
once defeated a Naga tribe in the mountains 
that was stealing babies.  

   “That was amazing Xena!” Meg said when 
Gabrielle had finally finished.  “I’m sure 
that you and my husband could exchange heroic 
stories all night, but first how about some 
dinner?  I’ve got a lamb on the spit and some 
fresh greens.”.

   “That sounds wonderful my Love” Hercules 
replied as Xena and Gabrielle nodded their 
agreement.

   They had all just started to move towards 
the house when it started.

   Wafting across the evening breeze....

       Barely audible...........

          a funny little tune, playful and 
light

   It was difficult to hear, so they each 
stopped and quietly listened

   Pipe music but like none they had ever 
heard before

   Xena, Gabrielle, and Meg all smiled

   The music darted and spun like a wild 
creature, free and uninhibited

   Hercules took a deep breath and felt all 
his cares drifting away

   The music increased in volume and the tune 
became more lively and daring.

   Gabrielle put her hand on Xena’s arm.  “Do 
you hear it?”

   Xena screwed up her face trying to resist 
the feelings and thoughts dashing wildly 
about in her mind.  “Mustn’t.... must... I 
feel... I want...”  She felt an almost 
electrical thrill from where Gabrielle’s 
fingers were touching her skin.

   “Hercules my husband” Meg nearly moaned. 
“Do you hear that sweet music.  Dance with 
me!  Hold me!  I feel.... I want.  I I... 
have to ....   I want you!” she pulled him 
into her embrace and began to sluttishly rub 
her suddenly aroused body against him.  She 
felt no shame at her wantonness, only a 
burning desire for sexual release.

   The music danced through the columns of 
the garden and seemed to sweep into their 
minds, like a heady wine.  Each of them began 
to sway in time with the music releasing 
themselves from all restraints or propriety.

   Nothing mattered!  They were free!  The 
music enticed them.  It stroked their senses 
and ignited their passions.  

   Gabrielle’s hands began to travel 
restlessly back and forth over Xena’s 
muscular arm.  Fire seemed to burning her 
fingertips and it felt wonderful.  Grabbing 
both of the straps that held Xena’s leather 
breast plate in place she pulled her self up 
against the Warrior woman until her lips were 
pressed against the hollow of Xena’s throat.  
She groaned in lusty arousal as she let her 
tongue taste the skin there.  The salty taste 
of sweat was like no wine she had ever 
tasted; and she wanted more!

   Hercules could feel himself losing 
control.  Meg had dropped her dress and was 
now straddling his hips.  Her ample breasts  
bounced and her rigid nipples danced before 
his face.  Despite himself he found the tips 
of her warm cones between his lips.  He 
groaned as Meg began to toss her head in 
response to his crude sucking.  Her heated 
words in his ear were lewd and becoming more 
obscene and demanding by the second.  His 
cock was hard and getting harder.  He wanted 
to stop himself but the music was everywhere 
now, stripping away his resistance.  It 
wanted him to give in.  To seek pleasure.  To 
find sweet sexual release.

   Phil walked fully out onto the patio above 
the garden.  He continued to blow into the 
pipes and was amazed when he saw its affects.  
Meg and Gabrielle had obviously totally given 
in to the power of Pan’s pipes.  Both of the 
lovely young woman were fully naked and 
moving in a horny haze of lust.  Xena was 
standing still and seemingly trying to fight 
the affects of the pipes.  Gabrielle was not 
helping her companion as she stripped off the 
warrior woman’s clothing and began kissing 
and licking anywhere she could reach.

   Hercules had become a statue.  It was 
taking all his strength of will not to join 
in the orgy that Meg was desperately begging 
him to enjoy.  Meg was a smart woman though.  
If her husband wouldn’t participate, she 
would use him however she could.  Unbuckling 
his leather skirt she threw it into the 
bushes.  With a wild cry of abandon she 
ripped of his clout.  This freed his thick 
cock.  Tears of need leaked from her eyes.  
She wanted to cum sooo bad.  Climbing her 
young husband like a drowning woman she 
screamed with pleasure as she captured the 
thick knob of his cock in her wetness and 
fiercely jammed it all the way home.  Creamy 
juices squished and ran down her thighs as 
she posted on Hercules’ prick like a marble 
dildo.

   Xena’s hands slowly but firmly tried to 
stop, Gabrielle’s uninhibited sexual 
advances.  The swirling music was making it 
almost impossible to restrain her own 
desires.  Gabrielle was sucking her left 
nipple and her fingers were sliding down 
Xena’s stomach and into her sex.  Xena gasped 
as Gabrielle’s fingers entered her at the 
same time as she caught sight of the Satyr on 
the upper patio playing the pipes.  Her 
warriors instincts told her that, here was 
the real threat.  She needed to attack and 
stop the sound of those..... those 
pipes...... and their ...... their 
terrible...... ummmm a good hot fuck would 
feel so good right now .... but no I must 
stop that music!!  Gabrielle switched teats 
and worked two fingers into her own pussy as 
she finally succeeded in working a finger 
into the slickened folds of Xena’s sex.  She 
was about to continue her lovemaking when she 
suddenly felt herself thrust away and landed 
on her bare butt.

   “KiiiiiiYiiiiYiiiiYiiiiYiiiiYiiiii  !!!!” 
Xena screamed her warrior cry.  Running a few 
steps on shaky legs she launched herself up 
into the air.  She spun through the air 
performing three nearly perfect somersaults.  
Her plan was to land before the unknown Satyr 
and smash him into submission before he could 
react.

   Phil saw her coming.  His new muscular 
body reacted for him, with a speed and 
agility he never could have matched before.  
Even as she was spinning towards him, he gave 
a mighty blow on the Pipes that would 
disorient and confuse her.  Holding the pipes 
between his teeth he continued to blow as he 
dashed to where Xena was going to land.

   With a thump she landed on the grass, her 
feet spread wide and her fist pulled back and 
ready to crush Phil’s skull.  Her eyes were 
dazed though from the proximity of the wildly 
erotic music.  

   “NOooooooooooOOWOOOWWwwwwwww......”.  She 
started to yell but ended up frozen and 
panting.  She realized she had landed much 
closer to the Satyr than she had planned.  He 
had actually moved so that she was now only 
inches from his muscular chest and handsome 
face.  Looking down between their bodies, her 
eyes confirmed what her horrified and 
befuddled mind had been telling her.  The 
Satyr’s thick prick was buried pleasurably in 
her wet hot cunt.  She made small pathetic 
motions as if to get off but that just caused 
more of his length to pump deliciously into 
her.  

   Phil couldn’t stop now.  He blew on the 
pipes for all he was worth.  Xena’s fist came 
forward but missed his head and went around 
his neck.  Her other fist came forward like 
it was stuck in the air and joined its 
partner around his neck.  Her face fell 
forward and came to rest, panting, against 
his neck.  With little grunts of pleasure she 
surrendered to the affects of Pan’s pipes.  
She didn’t care about anything anymore.  She 
just wanted to be fucked until she came.  She 
loved the feel of the Satyrs burning length, 
spreading her hot folds so wonderfully.  Her 
wetness doubled and then doubled again as she 
began to hump her ass to increase the 
wonderful feeling of the meaty stalk trapped 
in her body.

   Sparing a glance for Hercules, Phil 
worried that his godlike powers were making 
him immune to the affect of Pan’s pipes.  
Gabrielle was lying on her back happily 
finger fucking herself, her strawberry blond 
hair, spread like a pillow beneath her head.  
Megara had fucked herself to two terrific 
orgasms on her hubby’s dick and was now 
sucking it, while fingering her pussy and 
ass.  Phil didn’t like that Herc still hadn’t 
joined in.  He was a frozen statue, straining 
as if chains held him.  

   Meg’s lips were sucking at his pole.  She 
had never even dreamed of sucking cock before 
but now she was enjoying it incredibly.  She 
twirled her tongue around his glans, enjoying 
a erotic slutty thrill.  She pumped Herky’s 
dick into her mouth, shivering at the taste 
of her own juices mixed with the salty 
masculine flavor of hot cock.  The wonderful 
music stroked her thoughts again and again, 
encouraging her to greater and greater acts 
of lewdness.  * Being a depraved cum hungry 
whore was a wonderful thing to be * the music 
seemed to sing like light into her mind.

   Phil decided that before he could attempt 
to implement Venus’ plans he needed the big 
Wuss weakened.  Xena seemed the perfect 
weapon to him.  Running his hand along his 
jaw he collected some of the golden magical 
musk there.  Grabbing the lust addled Xena’s 
head by the hair he pulled her face away from 
his body to where he could see it.  He rubbed 
his slick fingers under her nose and across 
her lips.  Her eyes lost their glazed look.  
She was seeing him in a whole new light.  She 
nearly jumped onto him settling her powerful 
legs around his goatly hips.  Grinding her 
rock hard nipples against his hairy chest she 
moaned deep in her throat.  She began a 
powerful fucking motion on his prick, taking 
in a full ten inches of this fifteen inch 
length.

   Xena was in heaven.  She desired nothing 
but to serve and sexually please this 
wonderful fucking dream.  Nothing mattered 
but him.  She would do anything for him.  His 
scent was all around her and she found that 
she loved it.  It called to her mind.  It 
made her giddy with joy.  She couldn’t think 
of anything but pleasure and obedience to her 
Satyr god.

   Phil had a little plan.  He hurriedly 
helped himself to all of Xena’s sexual 
charms.  She didn’t need it any longer, but 
he remembered to blow on the pipes 
occasionally to keep Meg, Hercules and 
Gabrielle occupied.  Lifting Xena’s body up 
he slammed his swordlike goat prick deeply 
into her honey pot.  Fucking her to three 
quick orgasms he then drew her off his cock 
and directed her drugged attention to the 
garden below.  “Now my little warrior slut.  
I want you to go down there and help Meggie 
girl.  You help her fuck that big ape into 
next week somewhere!  I want him tired.  I 
want him exhausted.  I want him so fuck drunk 
he can’t think.” Swatting the Princess on the 
butt like a child he sent her to work.

   Xena skipped, naked and unashamed, down 
the stairs to the lower garden, with nothing 
but happiness at her orders.  Without a 
glance for her young friend mauling her pussy 
and licking her own fingers she rushed to do 
as the Satyr had ordered her.  She would 
obey!  Nothing would stop her from doing as 
she had been commanded.  The lovely music 
started again which just added to her desire 
to do perverted and sexy things to Hercules.  

   She needed to fuck him but his wife was in 
the way.  Walking behind Hercules she aimed a 
kick at his knees that caused him to collapse 
to the ground on his back.  

   “Xena help. Please no don’t.  Meg you must 
stop..... I can barely control myself.  Try 
to fight it..... Please!” Hercules’ eyes met 
hers and begged her to help him.  His prick 
had other ideas, it jerked with arousal at 
the sight of the powerful, and aroused naked 
body of the warrior woman.  She looked at him 
with curiosity fixed on her face.  * Of 
course she was going to help him!  She was 
going to make sure that he spilled load after 
load of thick creamy cum!  What more could a 
man ask for?? *.  She pushed the horny Meg 
out of her way.  Mounting Herc’s smaller, but 
still impressive cock, she looked to the 
Satyr for approval as he approached.  With a 
nod he indicated she should start.  

   Capturing the dazed Meg’s face with his 
hands he spread more of his sticky golden 
musk.  Meg eyes came alive with new desire 
for this brown furred goat man.  She fell to 
her knees before him and begged him to fuck 
her with his mighty prick.  Reaching between 
her legs she spread her pussy lips  She 
rubbed her pussy honey around her hole and 
onto her flexing anus.  She would do anything 
for this Satyr.  She couldn’t imagine denying 
him any part of her body.  His musky smell 
was a part of her now.  Her pussy was creamy 
from just imagining him fucking her till she 
lost her mind.

   Phil decided to add the final filly to his 
personal slut herd.  Gabrielle was still on 
her back, her knees up, and fingers squishing 
in and out of her pink hole.  Falling on her 
he speared six inches of his prick into her 
eager cunt.  He gathered more musk and 
massaged it into her face, even letting her 
suck some from his finger tips.  She screamed 
and orgasmed.  She drew his face down to hers 
and speared her tongue into his mouth.  Her 
hips nearly threw him into the air as she 
humped herself onto his length.  She greedily 
begged him to take possession of her unworthy 
body.  Words of slutty lewdness rained out of 
her mouth.  She whispered lascivious words of 
debauchery and lust into his ear as she 
wrapped her legs around his hips.  Promising 
to be his obedient sex toy forever she begged 
him to wash down her cunt with his yummy cum.  

   Phil came.  He shot hot cum into 
Gabrielle’s grasping sex.  He pulled himself 
out and shot load after spunky load of jism 
across her chest and stomach.  He hadn’t 
dared hope that things would work out this 
well.  Venus had demanded that he use the 
women to rape and mind fuck Herc.  It was his 
own idea to grab some of the hot wet Nooky 
for himself.  * Hey a goat-mans gotta do what 
a goat-mans gotta do *.  

   Hercules came.  Grunting and groaning in 
protest he tried to contain himself, but 
Xena’s hot wet sheath just felt too good as 
it gripped and flowed around his aching 
prick.  He arched his back and lifted Xena 
straight up into the air.  With a mighty 
groan he started shooting and couldn’t seem 
to stop.  He was totally disgraced by his own 
lack of willpower.  What was even worse was 
that his godlike recuperative powers were 
insuring that he wasn’t losing one iota of 
his erection.

   Xena orgasm swept over her like a wave.  
Mentally she had let herself go.  Physically 
she was wallowing in a mire of sensual 
ecstasy and bestial obedience.  She felt 
every hot jet of Hercules cum shooting into 
her.  That pleased her because it was what 
the Dark eyed Satyr had told her to do.  
Looking towards her master she cruelly 
twisted her nipples and resumed her pounding 
rhythm on Herc’s still stiff prick.  * She 
idly wondered if God cum had all the fat of 
regular cum.  Good thing I don’t care about 
getting pregnant.  I don’t think there are 
enough Trojans in Troy for this little party. 
*

   Meg sat down on Hercules’ tortured face 
and ground her enflamed pussy lips and rigid 
clit onto him.  She screamed with pleasure as 
she ground her nugget against his hard 
Grecian nose.  Creamy juices were leaking 
down her taut thighs.  She gripped her 
husbands face between her thighs and began 
pounding her body on to him.  The sound of 
her wet sex slapping his face set up a sexy 
rhythm.  What she really wanted was more of 
her Satyr god’s prick and yummy cum.  It 
angered her that her young fuckable husband 
wasn’t even trying to please her.  “Lick me, 
you damn bastard” she cried  “Someone call 
IX. I. I.,  I need a real man” 

   Swimming in a sticky sea of Phil’s semen, 
Gabrielle lost all control.  Shoving most of 
her right hand into her pussy she used her 
left hand to lick up all of the creamy sperm 
she could find.  Phil’s musk insured that all 
of his bodily fluids, tasted like the food of 
the Gods to his enslaved subjects.  
Gabrielle’s eyes rolled up into her head and 
with a wail she passed out from the magical 
ecstasy she had achieved.  Even in her stupor 
she felt it as Phil’s slimy hard rod slid in 
and out of her.  Her fingers continued, even 
in her stupor, to transfer the white globs of 
his sperm directly from her tits and crotch 
to her mouth so that she could lovingly 
swallow them.

   Xena fucked Hercules’ cock like a machine.  
When Xena was too tired, Meg helped her by 
fucking Hercules or by stroking him and 
sucking powerfully on the tip of his slimy 
cock.  Hercules came again and again; each 
time a little less godlike in his response.  
Xena’s orgasms had become a mind melting 
inferno from which she didn’t want to be 
saved.  Meg took time out to service her new 
God.  She licked and sucked Phil’s cock like 
a wanton whore with an opium addiction.  

   The five of them entered a period of 
unrestrained orgy where everyone was fucking 
everything and anything they could.  
Gabrielle mounted Hercules and fucked him to 
four delicious orgasms for her and two for 
him.  While they were busy Meg and Xena fell 
into a comfortable sixty nine; sucking, 
licking and fingering each others every hole.  
When Gabrielle was done with Hercules, Meg 
wiped Xena’s creamy juice from her lips and 
straddled her hubby’s hips.  Lowering her 
body she forced Hercules’ prick into her ass 
and fucked him to a slow and delicious cum in 
her incredibly tight butt.  Xena licked and 
fingered Meg’s clit, while her husbands huge 
shaft spread her virgin sheath.  Xena’s deft 
clitoral stimulation insured that Meg enjoyed 
every second of her first real Greek sex.  

   Still crying out her ecstasy, Meg finally 
fell to the side, white goblets of sperm 
dripping from her stretched ass.  Gabrielle 
rushed forward from where Phil had been 
holding her upside down; licking her mound 
and feeding his monster prick into her 
throat.  She mounted Hercules face and Xena, 
after a quick kiss from Phil returned to 
Hercules’ prick.  She took two more loads of 
his cum in her cunt and another up her ass.  
Meanwhile Meg had returned to her knees and 
taken her first load of Phil’s Satyr cum.  
Still shaking with her orgasms, she scooped 
it out of her dripping pussy and shared it 
with the panting and sweat soaked Xena.

   Phil kept the party going for nearly three 
hours.  Occasionally he spread more of his 
musk on the girl’s faces to renew their 
sexual obedience to him.  He would have loved 
to use the stuff on Hercules, but it didn’t 
work the same on men.  Herc would only become 
incredibly horny and violent.  As an added 
feature he wouldn’t be able to get an 
erection.  He would be an impotent rape 
machine, but that wasn’t what Phil wanted.  
He used the pipes to keep him aroused and 
confused.  Meg and Xena traded off fucking 
Hercules.  Xena and her recuperative powers 
took the brunt of the workout.  Gabrielle had 
established herself between Phil’s legs.  
Licking his balls, sucking his prick, rimming 
his ass, offering her wet and horny quim or 
tight asshole for his pleasure, as he 
commanded.  Phil had decided early in the 
evening that he liked the innocent and tight 
young body of Gabrielle best.

   Checking Hercules’ flushed face, Phil 
finally decided that it was time to do as 
Venus had ordered him.  He sent the naked 
Gabrielle to collect the Lethe mask from 
inside the house.  He admired her pert 
buttocks and the flashes of her wet blond 
bush as she ran up the steps.  She returned 
with the mask and handed it too him with a 
sexy smile of complete obedience and desire.

   “Sit here Gabrielle and wait your turn” he 
ordered.

   “Xena!  Meg!  You may stop fucking 
Hercules now.  Go and sit with Gabrielle. 
I’ll be back to complete your training in a 
moment.”

   Looking down Phil noticed Xena’s ring like 
weapon, her Chakram.  “Xena I’ve always 
wanted to know about these things.  I’ve 
heard these are giant IUD’s and I’ve heard 
they are cock rings for the Minotaur.  Any 
idea’s?”

   The three ladies had formed a daisy chain.  
Each was busy slurping and licking at her own 
flower of sex, while her own pussy was given 
the same treatment.  Xena had both hands on 
Gabrielle’s ears and was busy humping her 
wetness against the younger woman’s face.

   “Fuck it.” Phil said as he watched all 
three women losing control and moaning with 
multiple orgasms.  “The next thing you know 
people are going to be accusing her of being 
some kind of dyke.”

   Phil walked over and looked down on his 
one time friend, Hercules.  A quick image of 
Greases’ evil shitty dick and leering face 
appeared in his mind.  He resolved himself to 
what he had to do.  The kid hadn’t looked 
this bad after Hades had taken his powers and 
let the Titans tap dance on his head.  His 
eyes were glazed.  His was totally exhausted.  
Beaten dogs looked better.  The wild music 
had insured the kid’s desire and the sexually 
charmed women had dragged orgasm after orgasm 
out of his once powerful body.  Phil winced 
to see that Herc could barely drag breath 
into his lungs.  His body was covered with 
sticky feminine secretions, mixed with his 
own Semi-Godlike semen.

   Hercules saw the powerful Satyr 
approaching him through the weary slits of 
his eyes.  He tried to examine him; to find 
some weakness.  The obvious finally occurred 
to him.

   “PHIL?????  Is that you????” he knew now 
that it was, “but why Phil?  WHY!!!?”.

   “Sorry kid but your sister wants you out 
of the Hero biz.  I wish I could help you but 
she had me by the balls and every other 
orifice.”  Placing the mask over Hercules 
confused face he said,  “Bye kid... It was 
great while it lasted.  I hope you enjoy your 
new job”.

   Under the mask Hercules’ face underwent a 
terrible contraction.  He tried as best he 
could to fight the influence of the mask.  In 
the end though, he was just too exhausted.  A 
huge sigh or surrender escaped his lips and 
his face went slack.

   He didn’t react as Phil began to tell him 
what to forget and what to remember.  When 
Phil finished and took off the mask he was a 
new man.  He had a new history and a new 
quest.  He was Hercules, son of Zeus and a 
human woman.  He had grown up with his mother 
and now hated and resented his father.  He 
had tried being a hero but the benefits 
sucked.  Everybody took, took and took and he 
was the one with the cuts and bruises at the 
end of the day.  He had discovered his true 
calling though.  SEX!  He lived for great sex 
now.  He traveled the land looking for sexual 
thrills and excitement.  Nothing was as 
important to him as finding new ways and 
people to fuck.  It didn’t earn him anyone’s 
respect or gain him much fame but he didn’t 
care.  It was the meaning in his life.  The 
pursuit of the perfect sexual experience.  He 
remembered all of this very clearly.

   Sitting up he considered the huge Satyr 
and the three naked women nearby.  “Who are 
you?” he asked Phil, “and who are those 
lovely little fuckable party favors over 
there?”.

   “Oh nobody important Herc, you already 
fucked those girls.  I guess that last glass 
of YingYang berry mead really hit you hard if 
you don’t remember the orgy we just had”.

   “Nope, don’t remember a thing” Hercules 
said rising.  He put on a pair of plain 
leather pants and a torn cotton shirt that 
Phil had made sure were laying nearby.  The 
new Hercules didn’t look like a Grecian 
soldier, from a Grecian vase.  He looked like 
a common laborer.  Once he was dressed he 
waved and said “Well I’ve got to be on my 
way.  ‘There are girls to screw and cum to 
spray’, as I always say.  Maybe I’ll be back 
this way some day and we can party again.”

   Hercules trudged off.  He didn’t look 
back.  Their were new sexual adventures 
awaiting him over the next hill or in the 
next town.  He just knew it.

   “One down three to go!” Phil said with a 
sigh.

   He had to make sure that Meg never went 
looking for Hercules.  Venus had given him 
very specific orders for the beautiful 
brunette.  He fingered her rosy pink nipples 
one last time as he removed the Lethe mask 
from her face.  He washed his musk from her 
and she quickly recovered from being in his 
sexual command. Soon, she was walking away 
from the house with a pack on her back and 
her traveling dress on.  She had to get to 
Lesbos as soon as possible.  She distinctly 
remembered falling in love with a poetess who 
lived there named Sappho.  Her fondest wish 
was too make Sappho her lover.  Her memories 
of her past were full of the awful way that 
men had treated her.  She couldn’t wait to 
reach Sappho’s side and embrace and kiss her.  
She would show her all the joys of female-
female sex that she remembered had always 
been such a joyful and important part of her 
life.  She never wanted anything to do with a 
man again.

   Gabrielle and Xena were in an inn that 
night before they realized that they couldn’t 
remember anything that had happened for the 
last few days.  Gabrielle was washing Xena’s 
back.  She was surprised and then secretly 
pleased, when Xena moaned in her arms and 
fell back against her.  Gabrielle let one 
hand wander to stroke Xena’s erect nipples.  
The other hand seemed to just naturally lower 
and begin to feel between Xena’s powerful 
legs.  Even as the two women were sexually 
exploring each other, for what they assumed 
was the first time, Gabrielle had the 
strangest feeling that if she met a 
particular man with a certain scent she would 
be very strongly attracted to him.  Phil had 
been ordered to send the Warrior Princess and 
her scribe on their way.  Just in case though 
he had put the trigger into Gabrielle that 
she would sexually and romantically desire 
him, regardless of his form, if she ever met 
him again.  

   Hurrying down the path, Phil hoped that it 
was the one Hercules had taken out of town.  
He was trying to avoid notice so he was 
disguised in a long cloak.  Venus had 
demanded that he follow Herc and insure that 
he got started on his new career as a Sexual 
adventurer.  

   Coming around a corner he saw Hercules 
talking to an gray hared old man.  “Oh great! 
He’s going to start his career by buggering 
some old guy” Phil groused.  He rushed up to 
see what was going on.

   “Ah Philosoclies.  So good to see you” the 
old man said.

   Hercules eyes were glazed over and he 
appeared to be in a deep trance.

   “Someone appears to have been messing with 
my son!  YOU wouldn’t know anything about 
that would you!!!!”.  Lightning struck the 
road all around Phil making him tremble with 
fear.  He quickly began to babble his 
confession to the father of the gods.

   “So Venus was behind this hmmmm!!!” Zeus’ 
eyes lit up with interest.  “She had you 
rewrite his memory so he would stop doing the 
heroic shit, right?!”

   “Well I’ll settle with her later.  She was 
right about one thing.  It was time to get 
him out of the big Olive.  I want him to be a 
hero of the people.  A Defender of the weak.  
And this business of him taking a human wife 
was getting old when I did it.”  Snapping his 
fingers he made the Lethe mask appear in his 
hand.  He slapped it onto Hercules’ face and 
quickly made him forget his new quest and 
made him remember to be a hero of the people 
again.  He left out his memories of his 
marriage to Meg and his battle with Hades  
and the Titans.

   “Get going son!” he finally said clapping 
Hercules on the back and sending him 
stumbling away.  Zeus turned to Phil giving 
the mask in his hand a meaningful look.  
Fifteen minutes later a blonde young man with 
a strange necklace around his neck also went 
stumbling down the road.  His name was 
Aeolus, and he was an adventurer and skilled 
fighter.  He remembered that he was trying to 
catch up to some guy named Hercules.  He knew 
of a town that was being threatened by a herd 
of Centaurs and Amazon women that could use 
Hercules’ might.  Much of his past seemed to 
be a blur, but that didn’t bother him.

   -----------------------------

   In Olympus that night Venus went to Zeus 
as ordered.  If you were standing in just the 
right place you could hear her punishment.  
Hera was out on a shopping trip.  Mnemosyne 
heard and remembered it all.

    “Oh Daddy.... Yes AGAIN you fucking 
stud!!! Fuck me again!  Your little girl was 
so naughty.  Fuck me with your big lightning 
rod.....  punish me again Daddy!  Give your 
bad little girl your hot cum.  Oooo Like 
fucking wooooowww!!!  Here let me suck on 
that magnificent stalk.  MMMMMmmm mmmhhh 
unnnhhh  Daddy’s little baby girl loves her 
daddy’s sugar stick.   Hmmmm   yess Lick me 
daddy... lick my sweet pussy.   Now fuck me 
again.  Make the world move for me!!  Punish 
your bad little girl!!”

   * Well * Mnemosyne thought * there is 
always the backup plan.  I think Hera’s 
memory of Hercules’ true birth is about to 
improve *


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