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Evil cults. They weren't exactly an uncommon thing in the world, with some Suforce bearers considering themselves godly figures, others believing their powers to be the result of divine or profane providence. And then there were those who didn't have power and sought it, or had some and sought more of it, trying to summon gods or demons to attain some of their own strength. Demon worshippers were among the most chaotic and troublesome - they were typically harder to pin down because of their small sizes, less overt about their actions, and the power they sought was one believed to be highly destructive.

The cult of Agon'raa fit the bill perfectly. Not large, about thirty individuals strong, conducting all their business in secret, and hoping for world-changing power that would put them on par with the greatest Suforce bearers around. And this was a busy day for them.

A small group of cultists, garbed in red and black (as was the norm, some would call it the cliché), entered their compound. One bull was carrying a knocked-out dragon with some sort of technological gear, another wolf was hauling around an unconscious human with a special stone amulet bound to the cloak he was wearing. All seemed to be in high spirits, and there was no mystery why - their leader would be very pleased with their acquisition.

Said leader, a panther with devil horns, turned to them as they brought forth their bounty. “Excellent...I presume, then, that you had little trouble procuring the sacrifices?"

“Not at all, they didn't even realize we were coming in," grunted the bull. “Easiest job we've ever had."

“Fantastic. Secure their gifts and leave them with nothing as we prepare the ritual. Make sure not to let them leave the prison room, I don't want them getting their hands on their tools and interfering with anything."

“You've got our word, my liege," promised the wolf. “Agon'raa will rise again before the night is over."

With a characteristic hand gesture, the cultists left to prepare their sacrifices. The panther turned back to the altar, resuming his own prep work. From the side, a mouse with dark fur was looking over at the leader skeptically. “Boss...why exactly are we bothering with capturing these people? Isn't this kind of risky? We might draw the wrong kind of attention."

“Perhaps, but it's a necessity. It's what the ritual calls for. 'One of flesh and one of scale, opponents in walks of life, deprived of their foreign arsenals and ignorant of carnal knowledge, sacrificed in profane ritual to open the gates to the harrowing passages of the netherworld.' I don't question the visions I get, I only use them to lead us to our glory. Now, are you going to test me, or are you going to help me finish the preparations?"

“Er, yes...sorry, sir, I am. Very sorry to have bothered you…" The mouse didn't sound convinced, but he got to work. Invoking trouble wasn't likely to get him anywhere.

———

Deep in the basement of the complex, dragon and human were trapped in a room as bare as their bodies, only a single bare bulb overhead to provide light. They had woken from their unwelcome slumber, and now each was alternately glaring at the door and at each other, sitting against the wall and trying not to expose themselves too much to the other.

“This is your fault, you know," the dragon growled after an untenable silence had passed.

“My fault? You're the one who dragged me out there to take you down, if you'd just left well enough alone neither of us would be here!"

“You weren't my target! You should've just stayed away and let me fight who I was going for, they wouldn't have been ambushed like you were!"

“Oh, hey, another asshole who thinks he can dictate the hero who fights him. News flash, Xenon, villains can't be choosers." The human scoffed. “Kinda fucking name is Xenon, someone musta gone the Scrabble tile route with his name…"

“It's the name of an element, you dick. An element used in, shock and amazement, lasers! At least I put some thought into my title, didn't use a phoned-in one like you did."

“Excuse me? Keystone is a perfectly legitimate codename!"

“Yeah, for a fucking five-year-old. And probably something about a hundred others use. Boring and overused...well, maybe you're used to that, Matt."

“Oh, fuck you, Kineon. At least people get my name, I don't have to tell them five times how to say it. And at least my hero name sounds upstanding and respectable, like someone you can rely on and was chosen for greater things, not a goddamn thief who stole his shit from someone else."

“I liberated my gear from Dr. Dysphora! Not like he would've used it for anything important, fat prick would start wheezing up a slight incline! And who cares whether you were chosen or not? I'm STILL working harder than you are to get half the attention!"

“Well, maybe if you weren't a fucking bad guy!"

“I'm an Agent of Chaos!"

“Oh, bullshit! Everyone knows the 'Agents of Chaos' are just a bunch of villains who thought calling themselves something would get them a better reputation! Same difference!"

“It's not and you know it! You're just looking for any reason to keep giving me shit, like I didn't get enough of it from you at school!" Kineon seethed at the memory of the start of their feud four years ago at the start of high school; the two had taken an instant dislike to each other and got into arguments more often than necessary. In the dragon's mind, he'd been trying to get away from it for the past year after they both graduated but just kept getting dragged back in, and mostly because Matt tried to impose on him over and over. He'd hoped that getting some tech would give him a chance to get the better of the human, as well as other assholes, even ones with Suforces - he didn't want to be a monster, but he wanted to prove he wasn't going to be pushed around, and the concept of the 'Agents of Chaos' seemed to fit that bill to him, even if he didn't know how to get that label other than calling himself that. But his first real plot had to get foiled by the last person he wanted to see...

“Like you haven’t done plenty to deserve it! Don’t try to pretend you’re so noble and innocent, we all know what you’re like!” Matt’s perspective couldn’t have been more different - he was convinced the dragon was goading him constantly and deliberately, trying to piss him off and engage him because he couldn’t stand how much better Matt was. To him, Kineon was just another jealous idiot who couldn’t stand that Matt was a stellar student who worked hard to get where he got. And now he was even more jealous because Matt had found himself ‘chosen’ by an artifact which granted him control over earth and stone, which he intended to use to put down whatever villains he came across…he hadn’t entirely been ready for what had happened tonight, though. “I bet you only got that stuff because you found out about my stone, couldn’t stand that I was doing something that would help others!”

“Oh, right, because it's all about you, EVERYTHING is all about you. Like I wasn't just trying to find a way to not have to deal with you anymore, do something that might get me away from your jerk ass!"

“So you turned to a life of villainy? Just decided you had to make other people's lives miserable too, not just mine?"

Kineon's face turned to a dangerous snarl. “You...don't even fucking get it! If you're just gonna paint Agents of Chaos as just basic bad guys, you're exactly the kind of guys we need to protect against! You're gonna be one of those irresponsible, self-centered jerks that calls himself a hero but really just gives everyone trouble, like Kinetic Cougar!"

“The only people who I'm gonna give trouble to are jackasses who deserve it like you! You should be grateful that they stopped me from knocking your lights out!"

“Like hell you were, I'm not some fucking pushover! I could easily beat you in a straight up fight, gear or no gear! Maybe I oughta demonstrate!"

“Oh, you just go ahead and try, I'll show you just where you belong!" Matt stood up suddenly, shyness evaporating in his anger. Never one to back down from a challenge, especially from a foe, he was going to be ready when they threw down...though, the bravado faced a strain when Kineon rose, cracking his knuckles. Whatever his feelings towards his scaled rival, he had to admit the dragon's superiority in one regard: he was larger and more muscular by a large amount, a dangerous seven-four to Matt's six-two. And his had the claws and fangs that humans weren't naturally equipped with...on a level playing field, he was at a decided disadvantage.

But it's not level, I'm sure of it. The stone's power is supposed to grow in me...it's already made me a lot harder to hurt, and the abilities should start to come naturally the more I practice. I gotta have some of that at my disposal already...not enough to bust me out of here, but enough to at least show this jerk a thing or two. Especially since he's totally reliant on his gear, he doesn't have that growth coming…

A moment later, his confidence was growing in that as he deftly blocked Kineon's punch, diverting the blow and slipping under it to try to take the dragon's knee out from under him. His kick sailed in on the back in a perfect blow, but Kineon didn't even stumble, and he was forced to scramble away from a kick just in time to avoid the razor-sharp toe claws on his face.

“Thought you'd get me that easily? Dumbass." Kineon had been thrown a bit when Matt had blocked his blow - the human had a strength he really hadn't expected. But whatever he had, Kineon was sure he had more - it wasn't just gear he'd swiped, he'd also gotten some components that had boosted his natural muscle and gifted him at least a portion of the resilience he needed to face a life of goading heroes and villains alike to target him. No way he was going to walk into a fight against someone who could turn him into a bloody smear on the ground without a second thought. He whipped around and punched down again, growling when Matt rolled out of the way. The human was faster...but all he needed was a good blow to get the edge.

Matt rocked in, punching hard at the dragon's gut, landing three or four solid blows before being grabbed and thrown across the room. Fuck...he's tougher than I thought, he thought in growing consternation as he got back to his feet, ready for the approaching Kineon once more. Maybe he hadn't quite gained enough physical prowess yet...and it wasn't helping that he was in a rather unflattering position, his cock and balls swinging all too freely between his legs, a target that he did NOT want exploited. He expected Kineon to go for them, and that was making him protective of them without trying to be too overt. Trying to be the aggressor, he hoped to keep Kineon from being able to focus too easily...he rushed again, but this time got a foot to the gut for his troubles, the scratch from the claws making him wince. No marks, but it didn't exactly feel good…

Kineon was starting to finally feel better as he blocked another set of blows from the human and whipped his tail around to send him sprawling. Although Matt had indeed gotten significantly stronger from his powers, he was more and more certain that he outclassed the human thorn in his side. None of the blows Matt was landing on him were doing anything, but he was having an impact on Matt, if only just wearing him down - that was something, and that was all he needed. And he was getting an idea, a good way to put the human in his place, hopefully in a lingering way - he wasn't fool enough to hope it would be the end of everything, but if he was lucky it would leave a mark that Matt would remember.

As the human tried to charge at the dragon again, looking for any weakness to exploit, Kineon focused on movements and opportunistic attacks that preserved his stamina. It netted him a few punches and kicks, even a couple that he almost felt on his shins and ankles, but it was working - Matt was taking fewer blows but taking them harder, and slowing down more as the fight dragged on. Finally, the moment he was waiting for arose - Matt left the area between his legs exposed, probably not even realizing it. He went for a kick, which the human quickly went to block with all he had, leaving him open - a window large enough for a forehand slap across the face that sent Matt sprawling, dazed from the force of the impact. And Kineon wasn't about to waste time with what might only be a brief opening, he dove for the human, pinning him underneath his greater bulk.

“Not so high and mighty now, are you?" he growled forcefully, keeping himself in place despite Matt's renewed squirming. “Maybe you'll finally grow some fucking humility once you've been properly beaten a few times, if you're even capable of that."

“Ngh...get...off!"

“Heh, sounds like a good idea to me."

“What?!" Matt was thrown for a loop, especially because he was still pinned...it wasn't until he felt something hot and slightly slimy against his back and rear that the alternate definition of 'get off' occurred to him. “Oh, don't you...fucking dare!"

“Why not? I have you where I want you. You wanna keep it from happening? Then stop me." Kineon was grinning from horn to horn, and not just because he had the advantage over his longtime rival. One thing that had frustrated him for a long time was that he was still a virgin - the apparent popularity of dragons didn't seem to have helped him any, perhaps because in many other ways he was an awkward loner who didn't exactly give his best impression with others. While he would have liked something more mutual eventually, he had no problem with the idea of freeing himself from the burden of virginity on a conquest like this, showing Matt exactly what he could look forward to (at least in Kineon's mind) with his almost obsessive narrow-minded hero mindset.

Matt was trying to stop him, for sure - there was no way HE wanted his virginity taken by a villain. Studiousness wasn't exactly sexy, and he had been hoping that becoming a hero would help make him much more attractive to the ladies...he wasn't exactly interested in guys, and certainly not asshole dragons. True, he knew what the risk was getting into this business, but he had hoped that his FIRST experience would at least be with an adoring fan rather than a gloating villain. But even as he struggled, there was little hope for an escape from this - he was pretty wiped out, and only now did he realize what Kineon had been doing, preserving his energy. Even as he fought, he knew it would be a losing battle, but he wasn't giving in until that cock was inside him, just on the off chance…

Kineon took away that off chance rather spectacularly, driving into Matt's ass with a roar that accompanied the yell the human gave off at being broken open for the first time. For him, it was glorious, it felt even better than he'd imagined! The arrogant human was as much a tightass as his attitude, and it hugged his ample shaft greedily, massaging him with a fervor that he hadn't really been ready for. He was already salivating at the thought of his knot joining in...he started to hump hard and fast, all his weight down on Matt, making sure he couldn't go anywhere while Kineon was taking his victory.

Matt's face burned red, but he remained defiant even as he was defiled. He had to take it, but that didn't mean he had to accept it...even as it proved impossible to deny that it was sending all the right signals through him. Kineon's cock was so brutishly huge, far bigger than he had anticipated, but his amped-up body took it without complaint, even seemed to favor the excess as providing the proper intensity for him. And with his own dick grinding against the hard concrete floor, it too was finding favor in this treatment, swelling and stiffening and leaking all over the floor. Even though he was still struggling, there was no way out of it as his body seemed to fall into acceptance, the desire for sex overcoming the frustration at being taken by force. Still, he was doing his best to keep his sounds aggressive and resistant…like hell he would give Kineon any reason to think he wanted this!

“Fuck yeah...damn, you feel like a vise on my cock! You must really want this!" Kineon, of course, wasn't going to pass up a chance to goad Matt, even if he knew that there was no real correlation. His knot was smacking hard into the globes of the human's rear, working overtime to follow up the rest of his cock in breaking open that tight ass and take all the pleasure he could out of him. “Bet you've been waiting for a proper adversary to rut you raw, probably been jerking it to the idea of being overpowered!"

“Not...even...close…" Matt's breathing was labored, but it was getting harder to resist the pleasure breaking through. Damn, he didn't WANT to be enjoying this, the warnings hadn't prepared him adequately...that hard rutting was the first he'd ever had and already he was having a hard time imagining how it could get much better than this. And he wasn't even gay! Well, maybe orientation didn't really enter the picture in this case...he tried to fight it, but a half-moan slipped out between the grunts, as he felt his cock throb and spurt precum when the tip dragged across the concrete.

As if Kineon needed the encouragement. “Rhaha, listen to you, already getting into it! Oh, you're gonna make some villains VERY happy, I can tell…" He redoubled his efforts, pounding in harder while letting himself slide Matt underneath him, making sure the human's member got ample contact with the floor. He could feel the resistance crumbling the more he did that, Matt's tension releasing and his struggles ceasing as he was overcome with the stimulation. He could tell it wasn't a fully desired breakdown, and that just turned him on more - finally making the human concede to him, getting one up on him, in a way he knew it would very hard for Matt to try to return in kind. All he needed was to finish, and he really wanted to make sure he finished properly...harder and harder he shoved, trying to get that knot to break through the last of the human's resistance.

Neither one was quite ready for when it popped in, Matt relaxing just enough to let it spread him wide and slam inside, his ass trapping it firmly within. The sudden rush of sensation was too much for Matt, who cried out as he came, splattering the concrete below with the first couple jets of his seed...before Kineon yanked him back upright against the dragon's body, making him unload the jets into the air, a clear and unrestrained sign of his submission. At the same time, Kineon's cock fired off inside the human's body, filling Matt with warm, thick seed, gushing deep inside and making him feel pressure from within as the volume picked up over time. There was so much of it, how the dragon managed to cum so much he didn't know...the fact that there was nowhere for it to go wasn't helping, he was starting to feel the bloat a bit. Mercifully for him, Kineon tapered off before it become too visible, most of the distention in his gut from the thickness of that pole trapped inside him.

Kineon held him pinned, arms trapped against his sides, panting as he grinned in triumph. “Heh heh heh heh heh...looks like someone enjoyed that."

“Fuck you…" muttered Matt, about the only response he could manage. “Not gonna let you get away with this…"

“Please, you'd keep harassing me whether I did this or not. At least now I did something to deserve it."

“Gonna get you back sometime, mark my words…"

“With what, your dinky pea-shooter? I'm not even gonna feel that inside me. No way you're gonna be able to make me unload from it."

“Mmph. Size isn't everything. Get off me before I make you."

Kineon cackled a bit. “Yeah, uh-huh, that's really gonna happen. This knot ain't going anywhere unless you want a round 2. Your choice."

Matt clenched his teeth, growling in frustration. Stuck on that stupid knot for who knew how long was one thing...fighting the temptation to push the dragon into that threatened round 2 was another.

———

“You IDIOTS! Everything is ruined now!"

The bull winced at the fury of the panther - he was a lot bigger than his boss, but that sort of anger made him seem small. “We're sorry boss, but we didn't see this coming. Those two hated each other, who thought they'd get down and dirty?"

“You should have paid attention! Now Agon'raa will not rise tonight! We could have had the power that we sought...get out of my sight! You'd better hope you don't mess up the next time I get a vision!"

“Sorry, sir…" the wolf spoke contritely, ears flattened. “What should we...um...do with the...not-sacrifices?"

“Tch. Get them out of here. They're of no use to us now, and I won't risk drawing the wrath of Agon'raa by using an unsuitable sacrifice. And make sure they don't know how to get back here! Now get!" At the last command, the others hurried out of the altar room, leaving the panther to stew alone.

But not for long, as a vortex appeared in the air in front of him. The gnarly face and upper body of a grisly demonic figure, three-eyed, horned, and with a face that looked disfigured, was within that bizarre window to another plane, making even the panther tremble with his imposing figure.

“Agon'raa...I'm sorry, the sacrifice...was tainted. We could not use them to bring you into this world."

One might have expected wrath, or subtle fury, something unpleasant...certainly, the panther seemed to be anticipating it. What he certainly couldn't have anticipated was a non-committal shrug. “Eh...what're ya gonna do. There'll be a new ritual next week, you can try again then."

“Y-yes, of course. We will do whatever we have to to bring you fully into our world! I...thank you for sparing us…"

“Well, you're not gonna get me anywhere by being dead. Maybe think about separate rooms next time, though, it's pretty easy for two virgins to become two ex-virgins. Or at least get cameras in there, so I can watch."

The panther nodded hurriedly. “I shall find some way to satisfy you...forgive me, it's hard to keep up with your whims, my prince."

“Yeah, well, welcome to chaos. It's like that here. Now go, and commune with me again in no fewer than ten days. I'm sure there will be something to guide you then."

“Yes, my prince." The panther turned and hustled out, no doubt preparing for the day when he would be able to come back and get another vision. Within the altar room, the portal of Agon'raa remained, and the demon revealed within gave a snort and a laugh.

Mortals...so easy to bullshit. I'd almost feel bad leading them on if it wasn't so fucking hilarious.

What the cultists didn't know could fit a universe, perhaps only just. They had no clue the forces they were toying with...it was quite their fortune that they had found one that didn't immediately erase them from existence. Though, 'Agon'raa' knew full well that in ten days he might feel that way, so perhaps they weren't as lucky as they seemed. As for the 'sacrifices,' that was of more interest.

The human is far too annoyingly into order to be worth anything. But the dragon...perhaps I'll pay him a visit, and show him what being an Agent of Chaos truly means.