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“Come on, Negasus, be reasonable! All I’m asking is for a bit of time to get back on my feet! I know you don’t have anyone else there, you’ve got plenty of room for us!”

“I’m not in the habit of letting freeloaders hang around, Dysphora.” The dark-furred, winged equine sighed inwardly. The last thing he needed was a distraction from his work, especially in the form of the mad doctor and his comrades. As if he didn’t have his own plots he was working on. “I don’t have as much space as you think, I’m working on my new project, and that takes up most of the room in my lair.”

“I could offer the resources to help you with that! I’ll bring several minions, we can get your plot organized and in gear in much less time!”

“Not a chance of that, Dysphora. I’ve put too much time into this to have it wrecked by your interference. You have a way of dominating every project and turning it to your whim, and that usually results in needless complication and disastrous consequences. I’d much rather have a chance of this actually working.”

“Damn you, Negasus! Aren’t we both Agents of Chaos? You’ve been quite quiet lately, not causing trouble as you should..you say you’ve a plan, but I see no execution! I am a far greater chaos creator than you, it’s only right that I take charge!”

“Greater agent of chaos? Which one of us is without a lair right now?” Incensed sputtering came over the other end of the phone, a sound which was rather pleasing to Negasus. “You succeed only in being your own undoing...capturing a spy for the Conclave, really? It’s like you were asking for them to wreck everything. And you created another adversary for yourself in the process. Really, it’s foolishness at its worst.”

“They are our enemies! Taking them down would be a great contribution to our cause!”

“No, no...it really wouldn’t. Even if you could take them down, and let me remind you you have failed over and over again, you’d just go on to the next heroes who came to stop you, because you’re more interested in buffing your ego than actually creating chaos. Even for a supervillain, you’re an attention whore.”

“Why you-! Bite your tongue, you arrogant nag! Or else you’ll find yourself my enemy as well! Doctor Dysphora remembers slights such as this!”

“Sure. Sorry, but I’ve been looking around, and I just can’t find a fuck to give. Go bother someone else.” Negasus hung up the phone and set it down, returning to his drafting table with scarcely another thought towards Dysphora. He was half-lying to the mad doctor - he was certainly in the planning stages of his next scheme, but still not far into construction. Then again, his idea of a good scheme was more about the planning than the technology - Dysphora might rely on his creations and machines, but to Negasus they were nothing more than a supplement, not a center. His dark powers were usually where he got the most results.

True, it had been a while since he’d last reared his head, but his style was not to draw too much attention to himself. To him, chaos was best achieved by striking quickly and leaving the heroes to clean up the mess. By laying low for a while, it would be harder to predict when and where he would strike; destruction and chaos would be achieved, and he could take his leave and hopefully avoid being captured. Ideally, scarcely anyone would know he was behind it, though there always seemed to be someone who could suss it out...but at the very least he could lie low in his hideout and wait for other villains to take center stage.

Cowardly? He’d been accused of such. But he thought he was being practical. He was an Agent of Chaos, one of those selected to create havoc. Villainous, yes, but there was one upside - it kept the capes in line. Lots of power and no one to use it on was a dangerous thing...his acts, and the acts of his loose association of comrades, oriented their attention towards themselves and made sure they had better pursuits. Granted, he enjoyed the role, so he probably wasn’t a great guy to begin with, but it was better than some other villains at least - those mad figures who wanted to rule it all or blow it all to hell, he had even more disdain for them, and it was satisfying seeing them brought down.

All was quiet for the next half hour, as he scribbled down ideas and complications and everything else he needed to account for. There was no way he could account for every possibility, so he just made note of every one he could think of and tried to think of actions that could neutralize as many of them as possible. Not an easy task when there were plenty of heroes he had to plan for...even if he was trying to act where they weren’t hanging around, there was always a chance that they’d just happen to stumble across the incident while he was creating it. Heroes had a nasty habit of showing up when they were least wanted, if one was a villain.

Just as he was finishing that thought, as if the universe had been waiting, something crashed through his wall, sending detritus flying everywhere. “Halt, evildoer! Your reign of terror is at an end!”

Negasus leapt out of his seat and turned to the intruder. A human, dressed in an ostentatious green-and-yellow costume, with a half-mask that covered very little of his face, trying to strike a daring and authoritative pose. He had the look of a pretty muscular guy, though it was hardly anything compared to his own muscles...then again, he was a stallion, any one that didn’t outclass a human, even a superhuman, in that department was pretty pitiful.

He scowled at the uninvited guest. “Dammit, I JUST painted that wall last month. Do you know how much work it is keeping yourself in flight and steady enough to make that look good? And you know just patching it up, it’s never going to look like it matches.”

“Your paint job will be the least of your worries once Captain Stalwart is through with you!”

“Captain Stalwart? Never heard of you.”

“Perhaps not, but soon my name will be ringing in the ears of citizens everywhere, citizens grateful to know they have a protector from the forces of evil! Wherever trouble shall arise, Captain Stalwart will be there to deliver the perpetrators to their fates, and to bring truth and justice to-”

“Okay, please shut up.” Negasus grumbled. This was turning out to be a fantastic day, all right. “I can guess now...you’re some guy who just gained or found out about his Suforces, and because all you know about heroism is from parodies of comic books and cartoons, you decided to emulate some of their dumbest conventions. Just my luck I was the one to be your first target...figures, I haven’t done anything in almost nine months and I still can’t catch a break.”

“You know full well what you’ve done in the past!” Captain Stalwart replied brashly. “You escaped justice last time, but you know you’re finished now! Come quietly and perhaps you’ll get off lightly, but resist, and I shall show you my full power!”

“Yeah, I think not.” With a wave of his hand through the air, Negasus drew up and orb of darkness, and then flung his hand forward to sheet it at his adversary. The projectile hit square flinging the alleged hero across the room. “I don’t think you did your research, or you’d know why attacking me head-on alone is a pretty bad idea.”

“Oof! You think...a blow like that will stop me?” Captain Stalwart got to his feet, panting a bit; it was clear he hadn’t been expecting the blow. “You should know I’m impervious to damage! Your worst will hardly scratch me!”

“Yeah, you and nearly every other hero or villain crazy enough to go into this line of work. With the powers being hurled around, you’d damn well better be able to take just about any hit that can be thrown at you. Probably 85 to 90 percent of heroes are either resilient or hyperresilient, you’re not anything special there. If you don’t have anything else, you’re probably not going to go very far, especially against someone like me.”

“Rgh…” The human was losing a bit of has practiced composure, which was just as well in Negasus’ book. “You may be strong...but good does not yield in the face of evil! Taste my justice!” He brought his hand forward, where it glowed with a bright energy. Finally, something fairly impressive, he had some kind of energy blast that he was planning to use. Too bad he was telegraphing it so much, he might have actually had a chance of dealing a real blow to Negasus if he had been a bit more unexpected about it. But with all the time he had to prepare, it was easy to set up a void portal in front of himself. The moment the sphere was fired off and hit the portal, it was launched back at Captain Stalwart, throwing the shocked human hero back with a flashy explosion. He hit the wall hard, and bounced off and landed on the ground hard, groaning and unable to get to his feet.

“Here’s a good rule of thumb: know your enemy,” Negasus said as he stepped up to the fallen hero, the cadence of his hooves slightly rousing Captain Stalwart but not fast enough for him to avoid a kick to the side. “Here’s another: don’t show your hand when you don’t know what I have. It’s a good way to get beaten quickly. Trust me, I learned this one from experience, I was humiliated a couple times because I didn’t know what the heroes I was facing could do to me...I’ve learned my lesson, I suggest you do the same.”

“I’m not...taking...advice...from a monster...like you…” Captain Stalwart managed to heave out, trying and failing to get moving. Damage wasn’t a problem, but the blows had worn him down quite a bit.

“Suit yourself, but I’m only trying to help. Heck, I’m being pretty generous for a guy who has days of rebuilding to do.” Negasus was exaggerating a bit, he’d use his powers to speed things along, though they didn’t have the quite the precision to make sure everything was seamless. “I suppose, though, since I’m such a villain, I have to do something to you to celebrate my temporary victory, while I still can.”

“D-do your worst!”

“Nah, you’re not worth my worst. I think I’ll just have my way with you and then kick you out of my lair.”

“...What?” The hero clearly was not prepared for this, judging by the shock on his face.

“Oh, was I not clear enough? Well, let me make it simpler on you.” Negasus grabbed the human’s uniform and ripped it off, the force pretty much pulling it straight off of his body in just two or three pieces. “I’m gonna fuck you like an animal and dump my seed inside you. Perhaps you’ll be inclined to take this more seriously when you understand the consequences of your actions.”

“Wh-wait! You...you can’t…” Stalwart was scrambling suddenly to cover himself, but Negasus would have none of that. He grabbed the hero’s wrists and held them together, forming a solid dark band around them to keep them from moving. With his arms arrested, Stalwart had no real means of getting away, not against someone superior in strength to him, and he was starting to realize this. “You can’t be...serious!”

“I can’t be? Oh, but I am. You’re invulnerable, beating you isn’t going to do anything more than make you tired. I could try to torture you but frankly I’m just not that kind of evil. A good fuck, though, that makes me feel good. Frankly, lots of us villains like to use that to get some stress relief from heroes we beat, and don’t think your heroes are above doing the same thing with us.” He forced the human’s legs apart, exposing his ass to the horsecock that was emerging from his sheath, his own tights having been phased off of him almost automatically as he readied himself. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll enjoy it yourself...I know some heroes have a thing for it.”

“N-never! You won’t...make me…give in to you!”

“We’ll see about that.” He rubbed his stiffening pole against the human’s ass, leaving wet streaks against his skin from beads of pre forming along the tip. The term ‘hung like a horse’ almost seemed an understatement, and Stalwart was finding it imposing even with his certainty that he wouldn’t be injured by it. But that flesh was also making contact with the underside of his sack, leaving tingles of pleasure prickling in him...he tried to ignore them, but there wasn’t all that much else for him to feel at the moment, and against his desires he was getting hard. That got a chuckle out of Negasus. “See what I mean?”

“That’s...pay no attention…”

“If you insist...I’ll just give you the kind of attention I want, then.” With that, Negasus pulled back, pressed the tip of his cock against Stalwart’s asshole, and shoved it in, burying his entire length into the human in one go. “Ohhhh...fuck, yeah…” he groaned out as he felt that tight passage wrap around his cock, massaging the flesh and sending thrills through him. “Gonna open you up nicely...make you blow before I do…”

To his credit, Stalwart had taken it without more than a loud grunt. “N-never...fiend…” There was less weight behind his words, though, as the truth of the matter was that he was finding it far less than unpleasant. Much as he didn’t want to admit it to his foe, that huge cock in his ass was actually kind of good…

And it only got better when Negasus started to thrust in. No going easy on the hero, not when he wasn’t worried about doing damage; he drove in with plenty of power, making Stalwart feel every inch he had to give, almost trying to rub it into him. That passage never really got looser, it hugged him as tightly as anything he’d ever put it in, and that was a rather long list. The best part was seeing the look on the human’s face as he desperately tried to pretend it wasn’t doing anything to him. It was evident in his quickened breathing, his quiet sounds that were still unmistakably pleasured moans, and especially the leaking dick swaying around underneath him. Stalwart was in his thrall, and he would have his victory...he ramped it up, the pleasure getting well to him, too, but he expertly held himself in check, not wanting to lose this prime opportunity.

Stalwart cursed under his breath as he was laid into by the equine. Damn, why did it have to feel so good? Every thrust was forcing him open and stretching him in a way he’d never been stretched before, and bashing his prostate until it was releasing a constant stream of pleasure through him. Trying to fight it was getting him nowhere; the pleasure was mounting more quickly than ever before, even his own attention hadn’t ever gotten him this aroused this quickly. Unable to free himself from Negasus’s magic or physical grip, all he could do was hope the horse had a hair trigger, because he wasn’t going to make it for long.

The sounds of their coupling intensified, loud slurps and squishes arising as the equine’s pre soaked Stalwart’s bowels; Negasus was leaking like a faucet, and it was only making it better for both of them. Heat built up fast in their loins, preparing them for the finish...Negasus began driving harder and faster, going to town with all he had on the hero, drilling him ferociously as he felt himself reaching his limit. And it was forcing Stalwart to new heights, his jaw clenching hard as he clung to his resistance, feeling almost like he was going to explode as the sensations coursed through his cock and balls…

And he just couldn’t do it, he couldn’t hold it back any longer. With a cry partly of ecstasy and partly frustration, he fired his load into the air, some of his cum splatting against Negasus’s fur while the rest cascaded back down onto his own body, streaking himself with white. The fact that it had been induced by a villain couldn’t undo the fact that it felt fantastic, the best orgasm he’d had in his life...it was a rocking pleasure that came in waves, seeming to crest every time the still-thrusting pegasus drove into him. Despite himself, he found himself wanting it not to end.

But Negasus finally did end it, by slamming in and letting out a loud whinny as he unloaded into Stalwart’s ass. Huge, thick ropes of horse seed pulsed into him, and he could immediately feel it packing in firmly, making his gut heavy with the fluid. He could have sworn he was being blown up like a water balloon with all that was going into him, the load simply refusing to die down. Shamefully, he found himself liking even this part...maybe the dark powers this creature possessed were trying to corrupt him, maybe that was why he was losing himself like this. Nothing he could do about it now, though, except enjoy the end of the ride. By the time Negasus was done, Stalwart felt like he was about to burst with how full of seed he was.

Panting, Negasus extracted himself from the human, using his powers to tighten him to the point where his cum wouldn’t be able to escape. “Heh...well well, looks like you had plenty of fun, didn’t you? For all your big talk, you sure didn’t put up might of a fight.” He ran a finger along the white streaks on Stalwart’s stomach. “Not bad for a human, but you can’t match MY production...just like you can’t match up with me in any other way.”

“Ngh...shut up…” Stalwart groaned, laying rather limply on the ground. The taunts were annoying, but the worst part was that he didn’t feel as humiliated as he thought he should. A villain had just overpowered and degraded him, but he still felt good, physically and mentally. Surely, he should feel some measure of shame from giving in like this...what did it say about him that he didn’t? He wasn’t sure.

“Oh, don’t be like that. You should’ve known this was a possibility when you broke in. Speaking of which, it’s about time I get you out of here so I can get back to my work.”

“You...think you’re going to get me to go anywhere? Before I have a chance to get you back?”

“Oh, you’ll be leaving. The question is whether I warp you back to a private location, or just throw you out of here bodily, making you try to find your way home without letting them see your messy body. I’m guessing you’ll be unlikely to succeed, but perhaps you could use a bit of public humbling…”

Stalwart’s eyes widened - now that was a cruel idea, there would be no end to his humiliation! He couldn’t let that happen...the damn equine had him beat even on this front. “N-no! I can’t...just...warp me out, please…”

“Oho, do I hear some begging from the ‘mighty’ Captain Stalwart?” Negasus was certainly taking great delight in hearing that tone of voice from the once-bossy human. “You might be able to learn yet. Fine, I’ll give you the easy way back...but just to be sure you don’t come barging back in any time soon, I’m blocking out the memory of the location of my hideout from your mind. No need to thank me, I’m sure you don’t want to be coming back anyway...unless you really did enjoy yourself.”

“Goddamn you, Negasus...this won’t be the last time...I’ll get my revenge on you!”

“Like I haven’t heard that a hundred times before. Toodle-oo.” A dark hole opened up in the floor underneath Stalwart and he fell inside with a yelp. Negasus waved a hand and it disappeared; it would reappear in a private location pulled from the human’s mind, after all he kept his word even if the alternative would have been more fun. Agent of Chaos though he was, he tended to stick to his word, since being flaky would lead to too much distrust among potential allies. “Admittedly, that was a fun distraction, even if it was rather destructive.” He frowned up at the hole in the wall of his home, sighing a bit. “I guess this needs to come first...can’t have just anyone peering in and seeing who’s inside. Chaos is a cruel mistress sometimes, but it wouldn’t be chaos if it only hit the targets we wanted.”

With a bit of resignation, he started gathering up the debris in a dark cloud, trying to piece as much of it together as he could to minimize the amount of work. At the very least, he’d have a ready excuse if that dumb pig Dr. Dysphora tried calling back again.