This fanfic mostly covers scenes with Meg. The name Menelas came from a fanart of a genderbent Meg by Kokonoix in deviantART.
Hercules spent the next three years on the Island of Philoctetes, training with Phil and Pegasus to become a true hero. They started by cleaning out the training fields, learning basic archery and sword skills, and general exercises like balance beams and endless push-ups. After that they moved on to rescuing damsels and running through obstacle courses. By the time the year was through, Hercules was weaving through scissor blades on a rope, jumping through hoops of fire, and swinging his sword like a pro.
"Ha! Did ya see that, Pegasus?" Hercules grinned as Pegasus swooped in after his latest successful run of the course, "Next stop, Olympus!"
"Alright, just take it easy there champ," Phil snorted as he followed after Pegasus.
"I'm ready! I want to get off this island, battle some monsters," Hercules grinned, play wrestling with Pegasus, "Rescue some damsels, y'know, heroic stuff! Aw, c'mon, Phil!"
Phil paused, debating, while both Hercules and that stupid horse of his shot him pleading looks.
"Okay, okay. You want a road test? Saddle up kid, we're going to Thebes!"
"Woo!" Hercules cheered, head-bonking Pegasus, "We're going to Thebes, Pegasus!"
They hopped on Pegasus's back and took off across the ocean. About halfway there, Hercules finally asked.
"So, why Thebes?"
"A lot of problems. It's a big tough town, good place to start building a reputati-"
Suddenly, they were cut off by the sound of a large roar.
"Hyah!" Hercules urged Pegasus down to see what the commotion was about. They landed and searched, until they came though the shrubbery and into a clearing with a waterfall shallow pool of water. A young man was thrown across the water, and he collapsed with a grunt.
Hercules was frozen a moment, completely captivated by the man, dressed in a long lavender chiton. He was around Hercules's age, twenty, maybe twenty-one. He was on the shorter side, and has short dark brown hair with a lilic headband around his head with a long thick bang hanging on the left of his face. He was extremely handsome, with high cheekbones, unique vibrant violet eyes matching his attire in full view, and a hint of muscle visible on his lithe frame through his soaked clothing.
"Oh my gods..." Hercules uttered as he's dazzled by the handsome slender man. He appeared to be running from something with a frightened expression on his finely chiseled face.
Then a large beast crashed into the pond, a blue-skinned half-human half-horse much larger than Pegasus or Phil. It snatched the young man up right out of the water, gripping him tightly around the waist in spite of his protests.
"Ahahah! Not so fast, sweetheart!" the beast grinned.
"I swear, Nessus! Put me down or I'll..." the man began, growling fiercely.
"Whoo!" the beast, Nessus, grinned widely. It was all teeth, and he was now hissing in the man's face. The man flinched away, "I like 'em fiery!"
In the bushes, Hercules's eyes darkened, and he grits his teeth.
"Now remember, kid." Phil instructed, oblivious to Hercules' growing fury, "First, analyze the situation. Don't just barrel in there without thinking. Eh?"
But Hercules was gone from his side. He looks around and finds him already charging for Nessus and the young man he helped captive.
"He's losin' points for this!" Phil grouched to Pegasus, crossing his arms in a huff, and Pegasus snorted his agreement, "Heroes, they never listen."
"I said quit it, Nessus, or I'll, I'll-" the captive man was struggling more anxiously now, almost pleading with Nessus, while he struggled to avoid his attempts to kiss him and pull at his clothing.
"Halt!" Hercules declared, interrupting them both.
Nessus shot him a look, up and down. Then, he growled low and in Hercules' face.
"Step aside, two-legs!"
"Pardon me, my good, uh, uh... sir!" Hercules tried to be polite, clamping down on the furious anger building in him, "But I'll have to ask you to release that young..."
"Keep movin', junior!" the man just dismissed him in a huff.
"...man. But, you- are-aren't you..." Hercules waved a hand vaguely at the man's situation, "In distress?"
"Yes, I'm in distress." the man wiggled, still struggling to escape Nessus's iron grip, "I can handle this." he wiggled again, then, even as it proved futile, he turned to Hercules and flashed him a smile, flipping his hair out of his eyes in what was clearly a dismissal, "Have a nice day."
"Uh..." Hercules paused, the man's admittedly charming smile momentarily throwing him off. Then, he drew his sword, "Sir, I'm afraid you may be too close to the situation to realize-"
Then Nessus punched him, sending him flying across the pond and into the water with a splash.
"What're you doing, you idiot?!" Phil shouted from the sidelines, "Get your sword!"
"Sword! Right! Right, rule number fifteen, a hero's only as good as his," he finally grasped it underwater, and drew it with a triumphant shout, "Weapon!"
Okay, that wasn't his sword, that was a fish.
Nessus burst into condescending laughter, and the young man in Nessus' grip rolled his eyes. The fish squealed in fear and jumped from Hercules's hand. Nessus then socked Hercules again, this time sending him straight into a rock. Even the young captive winced at that. Pegasus whinnied in dismay, moving to race to Hercules's side, but Phil stopped him.
"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, he has to do this on his own. He just needs a push," Phil shook his head, holding the upset pegasus back, then called to Hercules, "C'mon, concentrate! Use your head!"
"Oh..." Hercules murmured, an idea forming.
He charged across the water, gaining more and more speed until at last, he collided head-first with Nessus. The force made the beast drop the young man in the water and go flying off into the waterfall, smashing into the rock wall behind it.
"All right, not bad, kid!" Phil called out encouragement, then, more quietly with a half-shrug to Pegasus, "Not exactly what I had in mind, but not bad."
At this point the young man Nessus had captive surfaced out of the water, coughing wildly. Hercules's eyes widened and he raced over, hoisting the man up out of the water and into his arms.
"Oh, gee, I'm really sorry, so sorry, that was dumb of me, wasn't it?" Hercules apologized repeatedly, placing the man gently up on a rock formation that had the usually shorter man taller than Hercules.
The man used this height for intimidation, narrowing his eyes down at Hercules as he peeled his bang out of his eyes with a grimace.
"Uh, yeah. It was," then, the man paused, and with something that might have been amusement, "Did you really just say 'gee'?"
"Yeah," Hercules might have blushed, if Nessus hadn't growled behind him, drawing his attention, "Oh, excuse me."
The man shrugged, continuing to try and dry out his hair with a shake. Phil hopped up next to him, shouting out encouragements while Hercules beat Nessus to a pulp.
"Is Wonderboy here for real?" the man commented with a small smile to Phil.
"What're you talkin' about? Of course he's real!" Phil huffed in reply as Hercules finished up with Nessus.
He knocked the beast around a bit, until finally Nessus was ready to collapse. Pegasus trotted over, gave the beast one final blow, then trounced along the beaten beast's back smugly. Hercules wiped his hands clean and walked over to Phil and the man with a bright grin.
"How was that, Phil?"
"Rein it in, rookie. You can get away with those in the minor decathlons, but this," Phil tapped the gold medallion, emblazoned with the symbol of the gods, attached to his suit, "Is the big leagues."
"Hey," Hercules protested, "At least I beat him, didn't I?"
"You were distracted! Next time, don't let your guard down just because some pretty boy is playing hard to get," Phil snorted, with a gesture at the man they'd saved, "It's like I keep telling you, you have to stay focused, and you-"
But Hercules's attention was already lost, somewhere over where the man he'd saved was bent over the pond, drying out his hair and clothes. He raised his head just enough to cast a glance back at Hercules, violet eyes wide and expressive, a small smile on his soft-looking lips. Hercules walked past Phil, unaware that the satyr was even still talking, and right past Pegasus, who'd held out his hoof for a high-five. Both watched Hercules in frustration as he approached the young man he'd saved from Nessus.
"Are you alright, Mister...?" Hercules asked, only to receive a shock of water to his face as the man whipped his hair back.
"Menelas. But my friends call me Menel, at least they would if I had any friends." Menelas, Menel, shrugged, all fast talking and seductive smiles as he handed Hercules his sandal so he could lean back down to the water and wash off his feet, "So, did they give you a name with all of those rippling pectorals?"
"Uh, I'm, um," Hercules stuttered, feeling a blush forming, "Uh."
"Are you always this articulate?" Menel smirked, snatching back his sandal and beginning to walk off.
"Hercules," he quickly offered, then, with a cough to clear his throat and oh-so-subtly deepen his voice, "My name is Hercules."
"Hercules, huh? I think I prefer Wonderboy," Menel bent to put his sandal back on, and Hercules tried to pursue a conversation in spite of Pegasus waving his wings in front of him.
"So, uh, how... how did you get mixed up with the, uh...?" Hercules gestured back to the beast, trying to coolly lean against the tree nearby, and almost slipping and falling.
"Pinhead with hooves?" Menel filled in the blank, raising an amused eyebrow.
"Yeah. Uh, yes."
"Well, you know how some men are. They think 'no' means 'yes' and 'get lost' means 'take me, I'm yours'." Menel fell into Hercules's arms, fluttering his eyelashes seductively at Hercules.
Hercules blinked widely, clearly confused, and uncomfortable, by the closeness. He briefly glanced at Pegasus who's unsure himself.
Menel shook his head in exasperation, and gestures a thumb to Phil, "Don't worry, I'm sure shorty here can explain it all to ya later."
Phil growled in reply, about to say something, when Menel continued.
"Well, thanks for everything, Herc, it's been a real slice," he saluted Hercules, then began to saunter off. Hercules's eyes wandered lower than they should have down Menel's back, until he shook his head to snap himself out of it.
"Wait!" he called, and Menel looked back, one eyebrow raised, "Um. We can…can we give you a ride?"
Pegasus, looking extremely offended, snorted in Hercules's face, and shot up into a tree branch where he whinnied and grunted in protest.
"I don't think your pinto likes me very much," Menel glanced from Pegasus to Hercules with a doubting look.
"Pegasus?" Hercules exclaimed, "Oh no, don't be silly, he'd be more than happy to-ow!"
An apple dropped onto his head with a clunk, and when Hercules glanced up, Pegasus did his best to look unassuming, looking away innocently.
"I'll be alright. I'm a big boy, I tie my own sandals and everything," Menel held up his arms to flex his muscles, then knocking Hercules's chin lightly, "See ya around, Wonderboy."
He sauntered off again, his hips drawing more of Hercules's attention than they should have, if the dazed look on Hercules's face was anything to go by.
"Bye..." Hercules replied, awe and wonder in his voice once Menel was out of earshot, "He's... something. Isn't he, Phil?"
"Yeah, oh yeah, really something. A real pain in the patella," Phil snapped grouchily, "Earth to Herc! Come in Herc, come in Herc! We got a job to do, remember? Thebes awaits."
"Yeah, yeah, I know..." Hercules murmured, still watching the part of the woods where Menel's figure had disappeared as Pegasus swooped down and scooped them both up, headed off for Thebes once again.
Across the way, a smiling Menel watched them go with a shake of him head. "Why do men always seem to fall for me?" he thought as he trek to the dark woods where there are no leaves. It was a rather unsettling environment for anyone to wander alone, but he continued until he found a clearing. Seeing no one around, he leans his right arm on a tree and put his other hand under his tunic. He starts slowly stroking his cock that's already went hard.
He's fantasizing being surrounded by a bunch of muscular, square-chinned men. Twenty of them. They were all nude, even himself. And they were absolute huge down here. He can't take his eyes off them.
"Oh gods..." he moaned out loud, voice full of lust. He's already starting to cum. As he increases the speed of his strokes, he made a deep scratch on the tree he's leaning on, the feeling of pleasure overtaking his body. His strokes are going faster and faster, and he grows closer and closer to his climax.
Now he sees himself on his knees, smothered by the men hard erected cocks on his face. He hungers for their juices. He grabs what he can and quenches his thirst.
Finally, with a loud moan, Menel came. Warm thick liquid squirt on the moist swampy ground. Menel collapsed down against the tree, his energy drained in the aftermath of the orgasm. He breathes heavily with a dazed look. He remains sitting until he calms down. Then suddenly, he hears a twig snapped.
Alerted, Menel shot up and look at his surroundings. He then looked down to see a bunny and a squirrel approaching him cautiously at his feet.
"Aw, how cute," he cooed, then dropping the mimicry, "A couple of rodents lookin' for a theme park."
"Who you callin' a rodent, brother? I," the first declared, "Am a bunny."
"Stow it, Pain," Menel just sighed, and the two transformed back to their demon form.
"Ta-da!" Pain winked, and Menel rolled his eyes.
"Thought I smelled a rat."
"Oh, Menel," a wisp of smoke rolled in, pulling Menel's head away from the demons and towards...
Hades.
"Speak of the devil," Menel grimaced.
"Menel my dear boy, what exactly happened here? I thought you were going to persuade the river guardian to join my team for the uprising, and..." Hades produced a chess board out of smoke, examining a little stone piece that looked like Nessus, "Yet, here I am, river guardian-less."
"I gave it my best shot, but he made me an offer I had to refuse," Menel snapped, reaching out and flicking the river guardian piece off the board.
"Fine," Hades shrugged, making the board disappear again, "So instead of subtracting two years from your sentence, I'll just add two on. Why don't you 'give that your best shot'?"
"Look, it wasn't my fault!" Menel huffed, walking away to cross his arms with a sulking scowl, "It was this wonderboy, Hercules."
Everyone is suddenly quiet for a moment.
"Hercules, Hercules, why does that name ring a bell..." Panic paced back and forth, tapping a spiny finger on his chin.
"I don't know," Pain shrugged, "Maybe we owe 'im money?"
"What was that name again?" Hades stalked over to Menel, pressing in close.
"Hercules," Menel fired back, already off on a tangent, oblivious to Hades, who was burning bright red, his flames shooting up as he began to hyperventilate, shooting a deadly glare over at his idiot minions, "He comes on with this big innocent farm boy routine, but I could see through that in a Peloponnesian minute and-"
He continued rambling, but Pain froze.
"Wait a minute," Pain blinked, tugging on Panic, eyes wide, "Wasn't Hercules the name of that kid we were supposed to-"
"Oh my GODS! RUN FOR IT!" they both shrieked, right as Hades's flames shot up to the sky, his hands becoming smoky shadows that reached out and snatched up before they could run.
"So you 'took care of him', did you?" Hades snarled, "'Dead as a doornail', were those not your exact words?"
"This might be," Pain choked out from the hand Hades had around his neck, "a different Hercules?"
"I mean, yeah, Hercules is," Panic added, squeaking as Hades squeezed tighter, "a very popular name!"
"Remember, a few years ago every other boy was named Jason and the girls were all named Brittany?" Pain explained.
"I am about," Hades took a deep breath as he flung his minions to the ground, "To rearrange the cosmos. And the one schlemiel who can louse it up is waltzing. Around. IN THE WOODS?!"
With his last words, streaks of fire shot out from his hands, destroying everything around him. Pain and Panic became cockroaches while Menel ducked just in time, narrowly avoiding a stream of fire with one eyebrow raised, unimpressed. He was far too used to these dramatics by now; Hades was more like the god of drama queens, really.
"Well, we can still cut in his waltzing," Pain pointed out.
"That's right, and at least we made him mortal!" Panic added.
"Hm," Hades considered this a moment, then, scooping all of them up in his smoke-like hands, "Fortunately for the three of you, we still have time correct this rather egregious oversight. And this time…there will be no mistakes."
