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An Infestation in the Herd

Part 9

for FlimFlamFun5

by Draconicon

Sunlight Charger had a reputation for being one of the more chivalrous of the various soldiers in the service of Princess Celestia. He had an image of being there for any lady in need, for being the bulwark between the helpless and those that would threaten them. Everything that he did had always been for the greater good of the realm, to safeguard Equestria from all threats, inside and out.

That same devotion was slowly being taken up by the Hive, turned to serve them, turned to make them safe from those that would see them exterminated. He stared out the window of his little improvised office, a house that had been emptied of those ponies that had lived there before and sent somewhere else. Ponyville, lively as it was, stretched out before him, and he knew for a fact that it was changing, even if all those that lived in it didn't realize it just yet. They were blissfully unaware of the two Hives that were competing for control of its residents.

Even now, he felt the compulsion that came down through the parasite inside of him, a reminder of what the Hive wanted, and what he was supposed to do. He was to secure them against the threats from those that would be on the lookout for them, as well as find ever more opportunities for hosts. The Hive needed to spread, needed more bodies for those being born, and they needed them sooner than later. Already, they were storing up their eggs more than they should, and if they didn't do something, then the eggs would hatch without a host to live in, and they would die shortly after.

That would not happen. He wouldn't allow it to happen.

Sunlight Charger had been completely subsumed into the Hive, but his traits remained, the useful ones, at least. His devotion to a cause, his raw eagerness to see the task done, the fact that he was willing to do whatever it took to see a task through to the end...and a great eagerness to be loved by the ladies, as well. That had remained, mostly due to the complaints of another Hive member in being made to try and seduce the various mares around the village. There had to be someone that was willing enough to go out and do that, and if that was going to be him, then he would do it, and do it well.

The unicorn shook his head, making his way to the command table that had been installed in the center of the chamber. The map should have held his attention, and he pretended it did for the benefit of any of the stallions under his command that might have come into the room when he wasn't looking. Rather than planning out what to do to keep the village secure against the Changeling threat, however, he focused on what he could do to keep it under the control of the Hive, and to spread that control as fast as possible.

The Hive requires hosts, and it requires security. That requires two figures for that to happen.

The first was Mayor Mare, the ruling figure of Ponyville and the one that would be key to ensuring that the civil authority cooperated with the militant power that he commanded. Once she was properly inducted into the Hive, then the town itself could be directed into different infestation procedures in the name of security and proper procedures.

The second was Darkmoon Dancer, his counterpart among the guards and the one that ran the night shift. That one was a little bit more difficult to handle, considering that his fellow officer was busy during the night and rather well-secured during the day, but there would be opportunities, he was sure. All he needed to do was be on the lookout for them.

But that would come later. First, he had to take care of Mayor Mare, and there was a perfect way to handle that and open up his men to being infested at the same time.

"Soldier," he called.

One of the other ponies under his command, an earth pony, poked its head in from the other room. He nodded at the stallion.

"Take a letter to Mayor Mare. Tell her that we are going to hold a ball. A social. Whatever term will most likely get her to agree. Tell her that it is mandatory, for the sake of showing that we are unified in our wish to move forward and be better, and that the Changelings aren't going to scare us off."

"Isn't that a bit of a security risk, sir?" the stallion asked.

"We will be there in force, and Darkmoon Dancer will still be on-duty. I doubt that there will be any serious dangers."

"Are you sure, sir?"

"I am sure. Now, follow your orders."

The stallion saluted with a forehoof and ducked out of the room. Sunlight Charger forgot about him almost immediately, his mind turned to other pursuits and other tasks. He had managed to secure that front, and now, he had to secure others.

He was the soldier of the Hive. He would do his duty.

The day came and went, and two hours before sundown, a letter arrived from Mayor Mare. She agreed to go along with the ball, and it was decided that it would take place that very night. His plans - the Hive's plans - were going right on schedule.

He stood in his chambers, looking at himself in the mirror. He wore a uniform of stylish cut, something that he normally would have only worn during parade events back at Canterlot. However, for a night of dancing, it would suit him well. It ran along his torso, a slash of gold cutting diagonally across the center of white cloth. It was pinned with four different medals, and he knew that it looked impressive, even if it was a hint uncomfortable.

Then it wasn't uncomfortable at all, and the drone stallion knew that was the work of the parasite that he carried. The Hive wished him to be as functional and effective as possible, and that meant that he had to be comfortable with his work. That was something that he appreciated, and he nodded at himself in the mirror.

He turned slowly, looking down as the parasite stimulated him, forcing his cock to drop. The feeling of his shaft sliding forward in his sheath, followed by the feeling of it falling down from inside, was something that he hadn't felt for a day or so, but before his infestation, he hadn't felt that for weeks, if not months. The sensation wasn't something that a polite stallion did feel very often, particularly those that were kept in court. They were made to be as polite as possible, and to never let more than the head slide free unless they were in company where it was appropriate to show that. Even here in Ponyville, well away from the lands that he had grown up in, the propriety was still part of the culture.

Yet, as the parasite stimulated him to the point where it had no choice but to drop, he couldn't help but enjoy it. There was enough left of him to enjoy pleasure, and the reward of that pleasure in that moment made him smile. Or rather, it would have, if he wasn't just a drone.

He looked at the mirror, examining himself, seeing how his shaft fell and seeing how it compared to the memories that the Hive had of other shafts within the collective. There were images of another big one, something wielded by the Stud of the hive, but other than him, there were no others with his actual size. That might be a detriment for some females, but at the same time, there were stirrings of memories in him. Mayor Mare had been rumored to have...preferences, and he believed that his shaft fit those preferences quite well.

Nodding, he waited for the stimulation to stop, and bit by bit, his shaft was sucked back into his sheath. There was a dull ache in his balls at the same time, a feeling of something lost, something missed, but it was gone shortly after. There was no regret, no discomfort, and he was able to walk it off in a way that most stallions with blue balls never would have been able to manage.

He left his quarters, joining his men downstairs. They were likewise decorated, showing off their various awards, medals, and ranks along their uniforms. The earth ponies saluted as he emerged, and he nodded at them in greeting.

"At ease," he said a moment later, the words taking a second to come to him. "Everyone, tonight is a night of leisure as far as everyone else is concerned. We are still somewhat on-duty, regardless of the presence of Darkmoon Dancer and his men. We are going to ensure that the safety of Ponyville remains inviolate, and you will ensure that your dancing partners, whoever they may be, end up returned to their homes safely at the end of the night. You will not leave their sides during the walk home, and you will not leave their homes until they give you permission. You have official permission to be late to report tomorrow if the need arises."

The drone knew that his stallions were taking that as permission to get laid, and he was willing enough for them to take that and run with it. There were some that would likely get approached by some of the ponies that had been pulled into the Hive already, and if they were, then that meant that he would come to work tomorrow and find out which ones were part of the group. They would know him, but he would not know them until the update was done.

Regardless, he knew that he would have other drones that he could rely on tomorrow. The question wasn't if; it was how many.

"Move out."

The dance was to be held in the village square, and after a short speech from Mayor Mare, it began. Various mares and stallions met in the middle of the green, bowed to each other, and then started dancing with one another. Others, such as Darkmoon Dancer and his soldiers, as well as some of the city officials, stayed off to the side to observe. Sunlight Charger shook his head, making his way to his counterpart. He stood beside the dark-furred stallion, looking at the assembled dancers.

"The civilians are enjoying themselves," he said.

"Yes, it seems so. Nothing untowards so far."

"I can properly hand the watch duty over to you, then?"

"Consider it handled," Darkmoon said.

"Make sure that nothing happens. If anything does..."

"You will be informed immediately. Just like you've informed me of everything."

If there had been anything more of Sunlight Charger but a blueprint left for imitation, then there might have been a pang of guilt at abandoning his duty. Instead, there was only a smile and a nod. Darkmoon shook his head, a faint smile on his face.

"Already thinking of your mare for the night?" the other stallion asked.

"Of course."

"You have your vices, Sunlight. Just don't take them too far."

"I never have."

"Lies, but we accept them."

He shrugged, leaving his counterpart behind and weaving his way around the various ponies that were dancing with one another. He only had eyes for one of them, and she was on the far side of the village square, among the other officials and looking away from everything else that was going on.

As he approached, Mayor Mare looked up from the merriments going on and fixed her eyes on him. Her cheeks burned ever so slightly, and why not? He was a fine stallion, and she was something of an older mare, someone that had doubtlessly come to the dance in hopes of seeing the others happy rather than thinking that anyone would pay attention to her. He bowed his head as he came closer.

"Mayor."

"Commander," she said, nodding in return, pushing her spectacles up slightly. "I'm sorry, is there something you need? Did we miss something?"

"Not at all. Except for possibly the chance to get yourself a partner."

"Oh, I don't think so. I'm a trifle old for this."

"I imagine that you could still dance very well, ma'am."

"I think that you're flattering me."

"Even if I was, would I be wrong?"

In the background, he could see Storm Chaser giving him a nod of thanks as the other stallion moved through the crowd. He was obviously seeking other men for a change, looking for those that he might seduce into the Hive, looking for those that might dick him. There was an eagerness there that bespoke a slight individuality, and for a moment, Sunlight wondered if it came from the parasite in that stallion, or a hint of personality that needed to be forced forward to reduce suspicion. Either way, it was very prominent for a member of their group.

He took his eyes from the other stallion, turning his attention back to the blushing mayor. She looked down and away, her other civil officials giving her little nudges in tease, suggesting that she might want to grab him now to keep him from getting away. He smiled slightly, allowing the compliments to her and him to keep coming until -

"Ma'am. If I might have this dance?"

"What - me?" Mayor Mare asked, her mouth falling open.

"Yes, ma'am. I believe that, as the commander, I am obligated to dance with a woman of responsibility and breeding. That is clearly yourself."

"...I...Yes, please."

She nodded, stepping up beside him. They trotted to the dance, joining in with the younger ones. It didn't take them long to find the rhythm, and as soon as they did, he realized something.

Mayor Mare was very, very spry for her age. Despite the difficulties that some of the older mares might have had with the kicks and the rears, she pushed herself right to the limits. It took almost no time at all for her to find her hooves, and she was soon dancing with the best of them, showing off, giving everyone the steps, giving a display of exactly how one danced to this sort of music. She kicked and leaped, matching every movement that he made, never letting him get that far ahead, and never letting herself fall behind.

He was surprised, and rather impressed, as was the parasite inside of him. She would make for a good member of the Hive once she was properly infected. There was little that would need to be done to make her a more suitable host. She was already quite suitable, and merely needed to be given the confidence to use her office properly.

They moved closer together, dancing until they were pressed right up against each other. Other ponies stopped short of actually touching, holding that distance, but them? They bumped hips, they ground their sides against each other, they all but mounted one another right there on the dance floor with how intimate they were becoming. The drone had to remember to show signs of affection and passion on his face, pulling from the past and the blueprints that were left of his old self in the Hive collective, using them to still look right.

There were moments when the expressions didn't quite fit with what the real Sunlight Charger might have done, but it was close enough, and it was likely excused as him focusing on the steps of the dance. Mayor Mare was swiftly proving to be the mare of the evening, putting all the other females in the square to shame.

Finally, the song came to an end, and so did the dance. Sunlight Charger and Mayor Mare came to a sudden halt, panting and gasping for breath, and the pair of them looked deep into each other's eyes.

She looked at him like she had been given a new lease on life, like she had been reminded what living actually was. Her eyes were burning with passion, with interest, with keen and delightful bliss.

He could only imitate that. He felt a smile on his face, a hint of something that showed some casual interest while maintaining discipline and a soldier's demeanor. He bowed his head ever so slightly, thanking her wordlessly for the dance.

"Another?" she asked.

"So soon?"

"I haven't danced like this, felt like this for years."

"Then perhaps we should not push it so fast."

"You think I can't keep up with you, dear?"

"I think that I might struggle to keep up with you."

"Flatterer. I know that you soldiers are stronger than you look."

"And we can endure for some time," he agreed as he marched her through the applauding crowd of ponies. "But that means that we also know our limits. Let's take a short break, and then dance."

Internally, he was already trying to plan what to do next, how to move them from the town square to somewhere a little more private. They needed that space to get the infestation done, to ensure that the mayor was properly among the Hive rather than just watched by them. After the numerous failed attempts by Storm Chaser, they needed this to go off without a hitch for a chance. That meant that he needed to get them out of here, and soon.

Thankfully, she seemed more than keen to keep his company. He led them to the punch table, and he poured them both something to drink. She took hers, sipping it slowly, and then put the cup back down on the table. She fixed him with a firm stare, and she looked...almost too intent for words. The Hive did not have a good comparison for this. Not heat, not biological, but something else.

"Come to my office. I want to show you something."

"Is this official business?"

"Let's say that I am making it official."

There was a panic in the parasite, fear that they had been found out. The fear did not show on the stallion's face, however, not allowed to pass from parasite to host, and he only nodded.

"Lead the way, ma'am."

And so, not entirely according to any plan, they left the town square, walking back towards city hall. It wasn't that long a walk, but it was just long enough for him to get a good look at the mayor from behind. Her hindquarters were swaying slightly more than usual, and while her sex wasn't winking in heat, her pucker was.

Perhaps, just perhaps, she hadn't found out about them after all.

They had barely reached her office before she swept everything from her desk. Papers and more hit the floor hard and loud, and if he hadn't been completely controlled, then he might have been startled. Instead, he stood there as impassive as a statue, cocking his head to the side and waiting for an explanation. He got it as the mayor threw herself forward, her forelegs going over the edge of the desk and her tail going up, revealing quite the welcoming pucker.

"I want you," she said, as simple as that.

"In...the other hole, I assume, ma'am?" he asked.

"Yes. It's better for me, these days."

"Oh? Is that a preference?"

"Mmm, don't tell me that you're put off by a civil official being a little dirty."

"Not at all."

It actually made his job easier, particularly as his body was already stirring, a new parasite coming down through his body. He could feel it moving through his bowels, shifting things aside, running right down to his pucker and slowly pushing it open. He moved forward carefully, knowing that the new parasite was fragile, that it could be damaged with an impromptu clench of the cheeks if he didn't move with caution.

He could have just leaped up and started fucking her, but he needed to buy time. He allowed his sheath to drop - the parasite stimulating him enough that there was no way that he could stop it, now - and gathered some pre-cum up from the tip. It was as poisoned and drugged as any member of the Hive's, now, and he pressed his hoof slowly against her pucker. The touch of that slime to her sensitive flesh left her gasping.

"Ah...ah...oh, that's...that's different," Mayor Mare whispered. "What...what is that? It makes it feel so good back there," she muttered.

"Just a little something to make it slide in easier," he said, standing on one back hoof and one front one. The parasite newcomer was almost out of him, almost ready to be caught. "Just let me loosen you up a bit, ma'am, and we can get started."

"Mmmmph...oh, goodness...You have big hooves..."

"I have something else just as big, maybe bigger."

"Oh, please..."

"You will have it soon enough, ma'am."

"Please..."

She had her face covered by her front hooves, keeping her eyes covered. She looked like she was embarrassed at how much she wanted this, which played into his favor. It meant that he could keep doing what he wanted without her looking back at him, without having to pretend that he was enjoying this.

Oh, it was true that his body was. There was no change there. His body, his cock, everything wanted to fuck this mare and pound her right into the ground. The same thing that had made his body weak to being infested by Azure Breeze had him eager to do the same thing to this female. That said, he was controlled by the Hive now, and those urges were being channeled properly rather than being allowed to run rampant.

He kept slowly rubbing her pucker, adding more and more of his drugged pre-cum to her hole. She was arching her back, gasping, pushing back for more, and he knew that she wouldn't last for long once he put the parasite to her pucker. She would cum and she would beg for the chance to get filled again. Then, of course, the Hive would start to take control, and then the mission would be an official success.

As she moaned, as she whimpered, the parasite finally plopped out, landing on his hoof. The next time that he reached down, he passed it from his rear hoof to his front hoof, coating it in pre-cum, and then gently pressed the head of the parasite to her flexing pucker. It gripped at her flesh, slowly pulling its head forward -

"Ah! Oh gods...oh Celestia, what is THAT?!"

"That is something special."

"Oh, it's so...so slimy...so...so...ah...ah..."

Her words were failing her, and she was slumping forward further and further across the desk. The drone was instructed to move around, and Sunlight Charger did just that, making his way to the far side. He jumped up, his front hooves hitting the desk, his cock sliding against the mare's face.

"Suck," he told her, and in that word, he dropped all pretense of being normal.

She looked up at him, obviously confused at the shift of things, but too horny to be able to hold back, too horny to question it. The parasite was slowly worming its way past her pucker, going in, sliding forward, digging deeper. She arched her back, obviously enjoying the feeling of something so deep inside of her. All the preparation that he had done had left her utterly ignorant of her peril, just focused on the pleasure, the heat under her tail.

He pushed his cock at her face again, and she gasped as she sniffed at his shaft, and then tasted it. The same chemicals that had seized hold of her ass seized hold of her mouth, leaving her sensitive, hungry, horny. The aged, gray-maned mayor reached for him, pulling him closer, thrusting his cock down her throat without even thinking. She sucked away, and he could feel the pleasure as a sideways thing in his mind, almost like something that he was being informed of rather than actually feeling directly.

Almost...almost...

A normal male would have been thinking of how close he was. Sunlight Charger, like a good drone, was thinking about how much longer the parasite he'd helped into the mayor would need to properly settle in and become a good member of the Hive. He could just make out the tail of the creature slowly wiggling forward, could see it rising under the mayor's tail, could see the way that it was being slurped forward by the parasite's forward movements. A few more seconds, and it would be deep inside. A few seconds after that, and it would be taking control through spasming pleasure, bringing the female the pleasure that would bind her to the Hive in perpetuity.

He remembered how it had felt for him to be completely taken over, and how he had felt that splinter of fear before he became a proper drone. He remembered the pleasure that had come as a reward, driving away so much of his mind, leaving behind only the useful semblances of his former self. He had become a drone, and so too would the mare on the table in front of him.

Freezing to avoid getting his cock bitten, he waited for her to stiffen up. The moment that her tongue stopped flicking along the bottom of his shaft, he jumped back, keeping his rigid erection from getting nibbled or bitten or bruised if she started spasming.

And she did. Her head twitched, her mouth clenched, her jaw bulged from the strain. Her eyes went wide, then rolled back. The hissing sounds of fluids splattering against the ground grew louder by the second, adding to the thick smell of sex in the room. She had been fragrant before, but now, she positively stunk up the room with the smell of need and want and desperation. This was what she had been; a host would no longer be like that unless the Hive had need of...that...

There was a strange sense of growth in the back of Sunlight Charger's mind, something that neither the drone or the parasite within him had felt before. It felt like something had expanded, like there was more room in the mind for something. Not just his mind, but in the Hive mind, something that...

It was hard to explain. They needed more information, more experimentation, and for that, they needed to share. The host was still shaking, but was gradually going still, the mayor's tail the last thing to stop flailing around. Her eyes closed tightly, her breathing stabilized, and then, bit by bit, she opened her eyes again.

It was clear that the parasite had taken control. There was a blankness in those eyes at first, Sunlight Charger remembering the feeling of everything that he had known being taken, absorbed, understood by the parasite. It had done much to incorporate his knowledge into itself before sealing that away, only giving it back when it was needed. He remembered how strange it had felt, how fearsome it was until pleasure had utterly eclipsed the feeling.

Mayor Mare seemed to take it in her stride, and then, as she got back to all fours, she cocked her head to the side, too. The other drone seemed as puzzled as he had been a moment ago.

"Sharing must occur," she said, and Sunlight Charger recognized the voice as being more that of the Hive than of the mare herself.

"Share with us," he heard through his own mouth, his voice being co opted for the moment. He turned around, feeling the slow tendril movement sliding out of his pucker and pressing down hard on his prostate. The mare turned around and the other parasite extended its own tail.

They touched, and bliss followed.

The pleasure was as powerful as ever, but while his cock and her pussy were spasming, twitching, him hard and her wet, they were not moving. Neither shifted from their stance, not even to adjust their weight on their hooves. They just stood there, staring into the distance as the pleasure rolled through them and the information was shared back and forth between the two parasites.

The one in Mayor Mare was getting the current understanding of the Hive, the various members that made up this particular group, as well as the memories of those that had been left in Hayburg. All the roll lists, all the different members, and the plans that they had been putting together were passed down.

In exchange, the one in Sunlight Charger received something different. There was a list that the mayor had been concealing from him, and from Darkmoon Dancer, for that matter. She had a list of all the potential suspects of Changeling infiltrators, running from those that were in a compromising position to those that had been acting differently, strangely compared to those that were normal. The list was a dozen names long, and all of them were among the upper echelons of pony society, ranging from officers in the higher ranks of Celestia's army to those among her nobles.

If the drone had been capable of surprise, true surprise, he might have gone so far as to gasp at that. Instead, the information was sorted away by the parasite, and put somewhere off to the side to be passed on by others. There was something in that information that they could use to their advantage, perhaps to the point of finding the other hive before the other hive found them. The information had to be shared with the rest of the group, however, and that -

Then they noticed it. The parasites paused, and a hint of the information, the realization, filtered down to the drone. Sunlight Charger was almost as surprised as the creature inside of him.

They were smarter. That was what had changed when Mayor Mare had been brought into the fold. She had provided just enough hosts to bring them to a different level of awareness. They had been growing bit by bit, the two parasites realized at once, with each new host adding incrementally to what they were capable of figuring out. Their intelligence had grown from the simple desire to spread to wanting to protect the hive, and now...

Now they were realizing something else. They were realizing...

There weren't enough ponies.

It was a striking moment. The Hive had always realized that it would need to expand, but it had never really understood why before. When it had reached the end of Hayburg's population and had sent this group off to Ponyville, they had been under orders to keep spreading the Hive, to keep finding more hosts that they could bring in. The fact that they had run out of hosts in the village hadn't mattered. All that mattered were that there were other hosts over in another area, a group of hosts that hadn't been tapped yet. More young could find hosts there.

Now, however, the pair of them - or rather, their parasites - were realizing something more integral than that. Each host could birth a new parasite daily, and they had been doing that. That had spread their numbers through Ponyville, doubling from four to eight, and then eight to sixteen, and they were still growing. In mere days, they would have birthed enough parasites to infest the entirety of the town's population, and then a day or two more, and they would have enough to infest those that were visiting for the festival. That was just how the numbers worked.

But what would they do when there was none left? Move on somewhere else? They had done this once before, scarcely a month ago. What had happened? Why did they think that this would be different? What could they actually do to make things better, to survive when they were breeding so fast that they were going to outstrip the pony population of the entire kingdom in less than a year?

How were they supposed to survive?

These were questions that, as far as the Hive knew, none of them had had to answer before. Not many Hives grew big enough to gain this awareness, nor did they get enough hosts to build to this point before they were obliterated by some other species. This time, they had been sneaky enough, quick enough, to not only gain intelligence, but actual awareness of what they were doing.

How were they going to fix it, though? They didn't know, and that left something that was almost like fear in the parasites.

Sunlight Charger, of course, did not feel that fear, and neither did Mayor Mare. They merely stood there, as robotic as one could imagine, until the parasites took charge again. The one in Sunlight Charger knew that there would be a delivery pony arriving soon, one that would take the information of his success or failure to the rest of the Hive. That information would be collected and disseminated to the others as the delivery pony went from place to place, touching and sharing as she went. This time, however, she would take something else. That same awareness and understanding would be awakened in all the different drones in the Hive.

It had to be, regardless of the potential fear. Otherwise, they would outbreed their hosts, and then, the Hive that had been so successful up til that point would die. That could not be allowed to happen.

"I must write up orders," Mayor Mare said.

"Yes...and I must...send messages."

"Do your job."

"And you do yours."

"Guard the Hive."

He bowed his head, leaving her to her work. He followed the paths of the city hall building to one of the balconies on the upper floors, and Derpy Hooves joined him up there. She turned around and immediately pushed a tentacle out of her anus, and he felt his own sliding free, as well.

It was time to share once again.

The End

Summary: The Hive in Ponyville is slowly expanding, and now, they have their eyes set on true authority. However, as they reach for the heights, what else might they find?

Tags: M/F, Ponies, MLP, Series, Parasites, Drugs, Aphrodisiacs, Mayor Mare, Anal, Oral, Blowjob, Infestation, Conspiracy, Orgasm, Squirt, Erection,