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Phallus Mpuntain by Mario Wallace
Chapter Two: Wylo the Satyr
The sun was shinning bright, a little too bright. I covered my eyes from the glare and gazed at the world around me. I was in the middle of a wide field, naked. I covered my small flaccid dick and balls with my spare hand and made my way towards the group of trees I spotted in the distance. The air had a crispness that balanced the beaming light, keeping the overall outdoor heat to a minimum.
My eyes relaxed the moment my face hit the shade; it was quite a relief from the blinding sunshine. The trees around me had thick trunks, and protruded into the sky for what looked like a mile. I titled my head up, trying to look at the treetops, when I heard a sudden moan. It came from behind, so I spun around, but no one was there. I listened intently for a few moments, hoping to hear the sound again, but it was gone.
I walked around the grove looking for something to put on my body. I didn't have any idea how I got to where I was, but I knew any person nearby would appreciate me covering myself. There wasn't anything in sight in the way of suitable clothing; that's when I realized that my feet weren't sore. I was walking in a forrest of some sort, but absolutely nothing bothered the bottoms of my feet; actually, it felt like I was walking on carpet.
"Mmmm," I heard, again, from behind me. I turned around, stifling my movements to hear the sound again, but it didn't repeat.
"Who's there?" I asked, aloud.
"I'm here," the deep voice answered.
"Who? I can't-" my breath escaped my lungs.
"I'm not going to harm you."
It was something out of a Science Fiction movie; a man, with the lower body of some sort of animal. His chest was bare, rippled with muscles, and his face was handsome, with a cleft chin, shining brown eyes, thick brown mustache, and a long beard that edged into a cone stopping just between his rock solid pecs. His was nearly as tall as me, around five-and-a-half-feet, and his legs were covered with honey-brown fur. His feet, weren't actually feet, but hooves; his dick resembled that of a man's hairless shaft, pink head, and meaty balls. He stepped a little closer to me, his pink lips curled.
"I am Wylo. I mean you no harm." "I-I-I... I'm Dennis."
"Sir Dennis, I am pleased to meet you."
"You too, Wylo. I've never seen anything like you before," I examined the thick white horns, protruding off his bald head, curled at the tips.
"Me? I'm not the odd man here." "Oh," I chucked, "you're not?" "I see you, sir Dennis; mortal." "I... am. I'm from a different place."
"Mortal realm; Me knows things, see. Why? Me can't smell any man on you... blow your breath."
I took a deep breath and blew it right into Wylo's handsome face. His high-bridged nose inhaled, his penis began to plump, and his eyes glanced in my direction.
"The nectar of the Gods; Hermes? Did the God of Messages, Travel, and all that bring you here?"
"No. It was Papyrus."
"Priapus?" his back stiffened, his slender biceps bulged.
"Yes."
"He brought You here? That's odd. Did he explain to you why?"
"I just opened my eyes and I was here."
"With the God's Nectar on your breath."
"Yeah. Is that-"
"The Gods of Phallus Mountain may only spill their nectar in the Mortal Realm. It's a... true delicacy to have the taste stained onto your lips; it traces every one of your words with the golden scent of a nectar so sweet, we immortals have only heard of its taste in legends. May I?"
"What?"
"May I taste it?"
I parted my lips, closed my eyes, and felt Wylo's lips press against mine. His tongue swirled into my mouth while his thick wide hands touched my waist. I felt his hard-on press against my stomach; my dick started to get hard. He pulled away. I opened my eyes and saw him walking away from me, at a fast pace.
"Wait up," I called out.
"Yes?"
"What am I supposed to do here? How do I get home?"
"The outside realms are all sealed. In order to get back to Home, you'd have to seek travel with a God. Ask Priapus."
"I don't know where he is. I don't know why I'm here. I don't-" "Shush; I do not like what you're saying. You are in the Entry Fields. The nearest station is just a bit of a walk ahead."
"Station?" "Life station. Does Home not have them?"
"I don't think so." "Oh, well, I will walk you to the warrior Station. I'm headed there on my mission."
Wylo had a boyish charm about him, ever-present when he spoke. His words often had a childish tone to them, fun and careless, blunt. He led the way to the warrior station, and explained to me a little bit more about the strange world I was transported to.
"This world is designed for all immortal beings devoted to Nectar."
"Nectar?" "Yes. I would love Nectar," he got onto his knees, grabbed his dick, and opened his mouth.
"Sperm... oh...." I walked closer to him, attracted to the pink tongue sticking out. "I can't... sor-"
"Ok." he stood up, not bothered by my rejection.
"This whole world is filled with people who love to do that?" "I am a Satyr, not a People. I am a GeoSatyr, you are a GeoPeople; only Geos are allowed onto Phallus Mountain." "What about women?" "Women? I don't..."
"You know, a Satyr, or Person with a Vagina-" a hundred dark clouds hugged into one heavy overcast, and a heavy wind howled:
"VAAGIIIINAAAA."
It was a loud eery scream that echoed through the trees around me. A bolt of lightning shot down from the sky and almost crashed into my skull. Wylo pushed me out of the way, saving me from the strike of electricity, absorbing it himself. The clouds instantly went away, the wind stopped its echoing howl, and Wylo looked to be alright.
"I believe you don't belong here," he said to me, gasping for air.
"Well... I did say that I'm not from here." "You cannot say that word again, Dennis. It is a word no Phallus Worshipper is allow to mutter on this Mountain." "I won't, again."
"Gae's are not allowed in the realm. There are immortal Gae's that love Nectar, but they reside on the foothills surrounding Mount Olympus." "What about Gae's that love other Gae's?"
"I imagine they reside in the Gae Phallus Mountain."
"...but with vagi-" Wylo nudged me, knocking me to the ground. It startled me for a minute, but I regained my footing with his help. I looked around and noted that all of the flowers looked like penis' of different colors. There was a pink dick-flower, a purple dick-flower, a green dick-flower, and a blue dick-flower; the shaft was a darker shade of the color and the heads looked soft and fleshy. I bent down to pick one of the dick-flowers, but it wouldn't budge. I tugged on it three times, and the third released a spritz of mist that smelled like Salted Caramel.
"That..." Wylo said, "That is what your breath smells like, only better. When I meet Antinius, I shall wish for breath as sweet as the Phallus Flower."
"Phallus Flowers?" "Yes. I read all about them in the library in the mid-realm, the realm between Olympus and all of the other divine realms. It's where I'm from, you know."
"You're not from here?"
"No, sir Dennis. I was raised in a Geo Satyr station. The Gae's, our mothers, had a similar station to ours nearby. Geo Satyr's, well, we love Nectar." he twisted a Phallus Flower, breaking it, put the mushroom head in his mouth, and began sucking, "and I appreciate Satyr Nectar, but here, on Mount Phallus, well, I've already tasted the sweet, sweet aftertaste of God Nectar!" "How did you get in? Can you get me home?"
"No, sir Dennis, can't. Wylo belongs here, like you don't; you want to leave, you have to search out a God. That's what I'm doing! Antinous, the God of Geo Wish. He resides in the heart of a Phallus Mountain, a full mile inside of the Mountain. It's not an easy journey I face; I will be asked to suck the Nectar of many men, often, and that's one of the sacrifices I am willing to make because I must see him. I must meet Antinous and ask him..." "For human legs?" "What? Ew, no. I am a beast, and I am proud. I only wish for Antinous to allow me to stay on Phallus Mountain forever, so I can slurp Nectar for my eternity." "You can't just stay?"
"I could, yes, but, um, it's nice to ask. I'm certainly not going to ask for the feet of Geo God. That's gross; I am perfectly happy with my hooves, and shaggy lower half. I have a phallus beautiful enough to win an award, and yes, it's a bit hard to see under all the... fur, but I'm happy... Wylo's... happy." "Ok, that's your business," I said casually, walking next to my new friend; the sound of fast approaching hooves rumbled in my ears.
"C-c-centaurs," Wylo muttered, nervous, scattering off.
I rushed to follow behind, but he was fast, and scampered away without a trace within seconds. The ground pounded underneath me, vibrating my naked feet. Three male centaurs raced out from behind a nearby hill and thundered their way towards me; slowing the closer they approached. They were towering, with the muscular chest of a stallion slowing morphing to the top half of a man.
"Where's the Satyr?" the lead Centaur asked, his sky-blue eyes searching the area.
"I-I-I don't know," I sputtered, nervous, "I didn't see anything." "You didn't see a Satyr sulking about these parts?" the lead asked."Slurping Nectar from the Phallus-Flowers?" he looked at my semi-erect dick, "...or other things?"
"I didn't."
"My lord," the man-stallion to his left interjected, "I smell the Nectar of the Gods on this one."
"Of the Gods," the lead laughed, "that's impossible. You've mistaken this human's scent with the sweetness of the Phallus Flower. This field is riddled with them."
"...but sir," he continued on, his chestnut eyes glaring at me, "it's undeniable."
"Stay here, if you wish. Myself and Troyus here have a feast to return to." "What about the Satyr," the reddish-brown centaur to the leader's right asked, "he's escaped from the Mid-Realm."
"Brutus will search the fields," he said to the Centaur approaching me, "after you enjoy examining the human."