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An Infestation in the Herd

Part 10

for FlimFlamFun5

by Draconicon

Of all the ponies within the Hive, Sugarfrost Harvest was probably the one closest to his original self. Not because there had been much in the way of mercy when the parasite had become part of him and taken away most of his willpower, but more because he had been the one that had the most personality that had to be imitated. A simple blueprint hadn't been enough, and the eager pony had become an eager drone, throwing his lot in with the Hive and doing everything that he had been instructed, happily obeying all orders.

Then again, 'happily' might have been the wrong word. 'Lustfully' might have been a better one.

The pink stallion tossed his white mane back as the latest of his secondary 'customers' walked off, dizzy and still shaking off the effects of being well-serviced. He had been accumulating a reputation as a slut among the different males of the town as well as that of a baker, and that meant that he had all sorts of customers coming around. Mostly stallions that weren't so interested in their wives, those that found that they needed more attention than a mare could give them, that sort of thing.

The parasite that had taken hold of him didn't seem bothered by living as a prostitute as well as a baker, as it served the Hive to have all kinds interested in them. While they had yet to infest more than one customer, they had been building up a good client set, and the various fluids that they used to tease their clients had been more than sufficient to start building a low-level addiction for the stallions that came to visit. They would find their wives less and less enjoyable until they would do anything for Sugarfrost's services, and that...

Well, that would have fed an ego. As it stood, it was just useful. Useful to the parasite, the Hive, and to the bakery.

Wiping a hoof across the edge of his muzzle, he was just about to get back to fucking the breeding stand - he had to drug up a few different goods, after all, for the deliveries later in the day - when someone else flew in through the upstairs window. A momentary burst of paranoia came from the parasite within before it remembered that it was probably one of the delivery ponies that they had pulled into the Hive not that long ago. They relaxed, and by the time that the pony came down - Derpy Hooves, in this case - they were completely back to normal.

Without witnesses, there was no need to smile, no need to pretend different emotions for the comfort of the non-infested. They had blank faces as they approached, and he turned as he always did in the morning, ready to receive the morning information from the core of the Hive. The slithering tendril pushed out past his pucker, a feeling that was so slimy and sensual that it pushed his cock to start dropping right then and there, and then he waited.

The blissful touch of tendril to tendril sent the drone to cloud nine almost immediately, leaving him smiling on the inside and blank on the outside. His cock went from dropped to throbbing in the space of a few seconds, slapping up against his belly and begging for attention. It was outside of his awareness, though, something that was secondary to the mental pleasure and the tingling feeling that went up and down his spine as the information was transferred from one parasite to another. The feeling was always intense, but this time, it brought something different with it. A feeling of expansion, a feeling of awareness, a feeling of -

A feeling that he wasn't allowed to look at, not yet. Instead, he had an image pop into his head, an image of one Darkmoon Dancer. The dark-furred unicorn that led the Night Shift of the guard ponies that had come to Ponyville, he had struck a mysterious figure for most of his time in town. He had a black coat, a red horn, and many ponies looked at him with suspicion due to the fact that he had some rather 'bad guy' coloration.

As it stood, Sugarfrost would have felt heavily attracted to him if he had a chance to feel much of anything besides whether something would be useful or not for the Hive. As Darkmoon Dancer would be very useful to the Hive, he was able to feel interested in the unicorn stallion.

More information passed through the pleasurable link, feeding him bits and pieces about what his mission for the Hive today would be. In addition to the different foodstuffs that he had to get ready for the evening delivery throughout Ponyville, he would have an assignment to -

Surprise, almost real, popped through him. He would have the assignment to seduce and infest Darkmoon Dancer, due to the unicorn's own proclivities.

Oh, my...

The drone smiled on the inside, though the feeling was a shadow of its former self. Still, compared to the dreariness inside that came with being a drone, that was a hell of a lot better than anything that he had been feeling up until that point. He looked forward to the potential fun that he and Darkmoon could have, particularly considering the information that followed. The unicorn's tastes verged towards the rough, and that meant that there was a lot of possibilities for some of the fun stuff that the other stallions in denial about their needs couldn't bring themselves to do.

Yes, yes, this was going to be very, very good.

The tendrils detached, and he turned to face the messenger drone. She would be waiting for some of the already-made stuff, and he nodded, gathering them up with one hoof and helping her pack them into her bags.

"The dose is the same as yesterday?" she asked.

"As close as possible. It's hard to be entirely precise with those fluids."

"Should I add a little?"

"If you can find the time, mixing your scent in the air should improve their quality."

"I will do that, then."

"Just don't leave marks all over."

"I'm not that messy."

"They wouldn't let you be."

They nodded, parted. She went up the stairs, and he heard her leaving the bakery through his living quarters on the second floor. She would be heading through town after that, going to every open window and leaving treats for the various stallions and mares throughout Ponyville. He could only imagine the orgies that would be occurring later in the evening, once they were all affected by the lust that the different treats would produce.

That was one of many different plans that the Hive had going. The more sexually compromised a pony was, the more willing that they would be for one of the parasites to slide in. More to the point, the more fucking they did, the more hosts would be waiting at the end of the whole ordeal. They needed as many as they could get, after all, what with the Hive already needing more of them.

Sugarfrost felt something like pride at the work that he did. The drone put in a lot of work for the Hive, always putting out the best goods that he could bake, always properly balanced with as much of the drone fluid that he could milk from himself. It wasn't a perfect plan, but at least it was doing a fair bit to get the rest of the ponies to stop being so uptight. Some of the higher-ups in town had already stopped caring quite so much about whether this stallion had a dropped cock or that mare had a bit of a glisten under her tail. It was something natural, and they were horny enough to appreciate it rather than put it down.

The parasite inside nudged him, mostly through his prostate, and he had a reminder of what he should be doing. Getting ready for Darkmoon Dancer, just in case he showed up. The Hive wouldn't have given him the assignment if there wasn't a pretty good chance of the other commander coming by the bakery today, whether he was looking for something to eat or something to have fun with. Darkmoon, from the information transfer, had a definite preference for the type of pony that Sugarfrost represented: someone that was soft, someone that was eager, and someone that could take it.

Considering that Darkmoon was from the military, that probably meant that he knew a lot of stallions that could take it, but not that many willing, or that many that could also be qualified as soft. That meant that he'd have to find citizens that had that interest and that hardiness, but still maintained their own little glow like he had done.

Sugarfrost was encouraged to smile. He was going to be very useful today.

Sugarfrost was still in the process of deciding whether to have a bondage harness on under his mane just in case or not when the ding of a customer entering the shop filled the air. It looked like he'd have to go without for now, but the ring around the base of his sheath and balls should be enough for those that were discerning, and he had every reason to believe that Darkmoon Dancer was a discerning sort of stallion.

The drone had an endless amount of perverted information gathered from living in the bottom of the sexual society of Ponyville for so long. He knew the ways of bondage, knew the ways of lube and the ways of pleasure. He knew how to be on the bottom, how to flirt and seduce, and he knew how to judge a pony's wants and needs just from being around them for a moment or three. That information would come in handy when their target was here, but the parasite inside was clearly wishing for something different, something slightly better, in its mind, for serving the Hive.

Of course, who should be in their bakery but the target himself? Sugarfrost Harvest put on a small smile, the drone making his way to the counter as he eyed the commander of the Night Shift.

"Good to see a guard patronizing my shop," he said with a smile. "What brings you here, Commander?"

"Darkmoon, please," the unicorn said in his gravely sort of voice. "I avoid my rank when I'm not on-duty."

"I'm surprised you're not sleeping."

"I had other urges that I needed to take care of. Urges that, I'm told, that I could have taken care of here."

It took everything in the stallion to not grin like a moron there, or would have, were it not for the parasite being idly amused that the fucking around had actually done a damn thing for their work. It had gone along with what the Hive had demanded, giving in and doing what it was told to do, but it hadn't expected it to yield any results. Well, consider it convinced.

"Those rumors are quite correct, Darkmoon," he said, bowing his head. "Particularly if they are of a, shall we say, nature with a creamy finish?"

"Heh, for you, certainly."

"Wonderful. I would love to be of service."

"Then the back room. Now."

"Yes, sir."

The drone knew that the memories of the past and all the little bits and pieces that had been retained from his prior personality were being drawn on. It was easy to inhabit that space again, to be part of that, to give in and be the sort of drone that the Hive needed him to be. In some small way, in a way that didn't make much sense but was nonetheless true, it was also rather fun.

He pulled the little barrier that kept the colts and other troublemakers out of the back out of the way, and no sooner was the way clear than Darkmoon was walking past it, strutting forward in a way that showed off all the muscles of his sides and legs, and gave the baker a hint of the sheath that was waiting just between those hind legs. He wasn't given the treat of seeing it properly just yet, but as he fell in behind the big stallion, he got the chance to see the balls waiting just behind. Oh, they were large, the sort that would have been all but guaranteed to breed colts into mares, the sort of balls that dangled and were a testament to the stallion's status that he could afford to let something so vulnerable hang so free.

Oh, there was a part of him that looked forward to feeling those banging off of him. He smiled, but there was a slight pause, a reminder from the parasite.

"Please make yourself comfortable. I have to...clean myself out."

"Take your time to do it properly. I prefer things immaculate," the commander of the Night Shift said, dismissing him.

It was a good thing that the unicorn wasn't a farmer, then. He imagined that wouldn't have worked as an excuse in that case. He hurried off, making his way back upstairs. Of course, there was no need to really clean out, but the real reason was all the more important.

Sugarfrost reached back, holding one hoof just under his rump. He pushed a bit, and the beginning of a stretch pushed at his hole. Not much of a stretch these days, not really, not compared to what he used to push out without any trouble, but still something of one. He groaned under his breath, feeling his hole distend slightly, followed by the sudden stretch of something pushing through the center. The head of the new parasite was already sliding free, and he held his hoof in place carefully to catch it.

The passage of the parasite coming out was enough to start his cock pushing forward, sliding through the ring around his sheath and leaving it dropped down. He groaned under his breath, feeling his shaft throbbing quickly, the ring that it passed through trapping blood inside and keeping him good and hard, good and horny. It was a little minor feeling of bondage that pleased him, and made him feel all the more sensual as he was restrained down there.

But it was the parasite that made him happy. He carefully pulled it out from under him, and then slowly moved it up to his tail. There was an unspoken knowing there, and the parasite got a good grip with its claws to his tail. That would keep the little guy out of sight and out of the way while he was having his fun, and it would give the little parasite the perfect chance to move back and get a good grip on the other stallion.

He could feel his own parasite shifting in his guts, moving a bit further down. The constant barrage of anal sex had done a number on the parasite until it had been able to get to a different position inside him, and this was going to be another hard session. He could feel the weight of it down in his stomach, and nodded when he got the signal that it was properly hidden away, not vulnerable to anything too big for the moment. That would do.

He climbed back down to the main part of the bakery, and then into the back. He found Darkmoon Dancer examining his equipment, from the breeding stand to the various chains that were laid around the place. The dark-furred unicorn looked back at him with a slight smile on his face.

"It seems that you like it rough."

"I'm always the one in the chains. That's where I like to be."

"Good. I will be enjoying you in them."

"Mind if I get myself set up?"

"Do so. I want to see how you look properly tied."

Perfect. He had two different types of chains, one that was proper, hard to escape from, and another set that were more like trick-chains, ones that were easily escaped from if you knew the trick, and far harder to get out if you didn't know where the loose bit was. He planned to use the latter, wearing them until just the right moment, and then kicking them back to pin Darkmoon in place. It was almost foolproof as a plan could be, and he looked forward to seeing the other stallion become part of the Hive.

Once the fucking was done, of course. The drone maintained his eagerness for that, or at least, his lust for it. It was his reward for doing so much, so well for the Hive, and doing it without complaint.

He slid his front hooves, then the back ones into the chains. They slid up with ease, adjusting the metal bands with a bit of effort, and then he put on a show of pulling his legs this way and that. The metal links kept him from moving them more than a few inches in any direction, keeping him pinned in place, his pucker on display shortly after as he flicked his tail to the side. There was a slight tug as the parasite hidden within his tail gripped that little bit tighter, but that was all.

"Do you like what you see, sir?" he asked.

"You have a most appealing rump."

"I hope that it appeals to you enough to fuck it."

"Oh, yes..."

"Will I get the commander's cock, then?"

"Heh, do you think you can take it?"

Darkmoon turned slightly to the side, and Sugarfrost had his first glimpse of the big dick that the commander sported. For all that he had been eager for something big in his ass, he was almost a little afraid of what he saw this time. That flared shaft throbbed harder than anything that he had seen save for Moonlight Thunder's cock, and even that was only barely the size of the thing that he was looking at now. Maybe even a little smaller than that. The flare was thick enough that it would be at risk of stroking the parasite in him, even as deeply buried as it was, and the sheer length was something that would have terrified any mare.

All of a sudden, he realized why the commander came to stallions. They were the only ones that could take a cock like that.

"Mmm, I think I can. I've taken toys that size, at least," he lied.

"Then let us see what your flexibility is worth..."

The commander walked up behind him, as cocky as one could imagine. Sugarfrost lowered his head in submission, glancing back and between his legs to gague the distance between him and the unicorn. He wanted to be braced for when the first thrust happened, not caught by surprise. It was always a fun feeling when it first went deep, but he knew for a fact that this one would put him off his game, that it would be big enough to distract him, and that wasn't something that he needed to deal with when he was trying to bring this guy into the Hive. Focus, focus, focus.

He spotted the rearing up just before it happened, and he relaxed. It was just enough for that massive cockhead to push right into him, and he gasped out loud. It was a forced gasp, but one that he still felt, regardless.

Holy...

That cock was big enough to physically drive the air from his lungs, and he stood there wheezing as it went deep, feeling it deep in his guts, rubbing over his prostate like it was trying to drive him to orgasm in that first thrust. His cock throbbed inside the ring that he wore, and he shivered as he felt his shaft go ram-rod straight.

Hold me back...hold me back...

The ring and the parasite worked together for that, the latter shutting down the ability to cum, the ring keeping him nice, horny and ready for when it would actually happen. He groaned as he felt the massive stallion on his back shifting his weight around, getting a good thrusting angle going, and those massive balls dragged against his, draping over them before slowly pulling back. That flare in his ass, the thickness of it was more than enough to stroke over his prostate, to drag him back to full pleasure once more and then -

SMACK!

In that cock went, and he moaned under his breath. The sounds and moans and whimpers of pleasure came from the parasite using his old identity, the old bit of him that everyone had come to fuck and use, but the stimulation was all real. Inside, the host was enjoying it as much as one could enjoy anything, but outside, it was all mechanical, all done by the parasite anticipating what he should sound like, what he should act like.

It was an odd thing, both feeling the pleasure and being divorced from it. He grunted as that shaft slammed in, as he was spread open again and again, as the sheer power of the bigger stallion was put to use rutting him. One thrust, two, three, four, each time feeling that wide shaft spreading his pucker that much further, making him feel like he was properly getting bred rather than just getting fucked. Darkmoon could easily become a stud for the Hive, he realized, just like Moonlight was. That was a sexy thought, having them both there at once.

It would not help the Hive, though, and he knew he would not get it. The drones did not get rewards like that.

The fucking went on and on, and he knew that it was time to start moving on before Darkmoon Dancer started to move towards orgasm. If this ended before he was able to get the parasite in the other guy, then there was no chance at all. He had to deliver the parasite to its target, and then he had to shift the bindings from him to the commander. First, the parasite.

He moaned, flicking his tail at the next thrust, reacting just like a bitch should. He felt their tails twitch, brushing together, and in that moment, the parasite slipped from him to the other guy. Further back, further in. Just a bit longer. He waited, feeling the thrusting continue, feeling Darkmoon getting more and more into it. Any second now, and then the parasite would reach that little bit too high, and then -

"What the -"

And that was it. The sound of surprise, the little shock. He kicked back, the chains leaving his legs and grabbing the other stallion's hind legs, pinning them to the ground. It was perfect, and he wiggled forward, feeling the flare dragging along his insides until it popped free, loudly and wetly.

"What is - there's something under my tail. Get it," Darkmoon Dancer grunted.

"I will check it, of course," Sugarfrost said, his face as expressionless as one could imagine, even if his voice sounded a bit concerned. "Just putting those on you for now..."

"What - what are those chains for?"

"Hold still while I check you."

The commander was obviously confused at what was going on, which was entirely the point. The chains would have held, at least for a short time, if the commander had started bucking and trying to get free. For now, though, they were serving their purpose in keeping Darkmoon from doing anything, and more to the point, being too confused to start something. That was always helpful.

He leaned around the other stallion's ass cheeks, looking at the pucker as that tail went up. The parasite had managed to get in place, rubbing its head against the pucker, but there was no forward movement. It was clenched just a bit too tightly to allow the little thing in.

Well, that was easily fixed.

Reaching under his own belly, he rubbed his hoof against the slimy head of his shaft, getting it nice and slippery, and then pressed the slime against the stallion's pucker. Just like magic, the drugs and chemicals that laced every Hive member's juices went to work, getting that hole nice and sensitive, and more to the point, rather...hungry. Darkmoon Dancer gasped, his eyes going wide, and better, his pucker opened up, too. The parasite slid in with a little help from him, and the other stallion gasped out loud.

"What - citizen, what the hell was that?"

"Something that will change your life, commander."

"Tell me what it was, right now!"

"It's the start of a brand new life."

"Citizen, I'm ordering you. Tell me what the hell that was."

"Ah. You'll feel it in a moment. Your link to the Hive."

"What - Changeling?!"

"No, not that sort of Hive. A different, better Hive. One that will make you happy, one that you will be happy to be part of, and one that you will never, ever want to leave."

He smiled as the bigger stallion's cock jerked just as the parasite found where it needed to be. It throbbed up, then down, then up again, spitting cum and pre-cum in equal measure across the floor. So, that was what it had looked like when he had taken the little parasite up his own hole, how it had looked from the outside as he was rocked with pleasure from one side and the other. He remembered how it had felt to get rid of all the cum in his balls and replace it with what the parasite wanted, but seeing it was an entirely different thing.

Pretty sexy, right?

The drone would have chuckled, but the parasite didn't let that happen. The drone had some hint of the amusement that he would have felt before, but no more than that. He wasn't really a full pony anymore, after all, so why would he feel something to that extent?

Squirt, splash, squirt, splash. Everything was messed up with the total deluge of cum that surged across the floor, splattering away. Those huge balls were emptied completely, and the only thing that made the drone a little down was the wish that some of it had gone inside of him rather than all over the place. The familiar stillness followed, and the stallion stared straight ahead as the parasite worked at interfacing with his mind.

He could feel his own parasite's curiosity, the interest in what might be hidden in that mind. They had gotten quite a bit from Sunlight Charger when he had been brought into the Hive, and there were high hopes for what they would get from the night commander of the group. Particularly with -

Oh, that's new.

He hadn't realized that part of the information that Derpy had brought had been a list of those that might have been Changelings. Darkmoon Dancer had been among those that had been considered a possibility, too, which was another reason why it had been so important to capture him and make sure of his identity. As it turned out, it seemed very likely that he was just another stallion.

Still, worth knowing.

Finally, the other stallion stood up straight again, and looked down at the chains. Sugarfrost kicked them along the side, popping them open, and the fresh host stepped forward, experimenting with its body.

The parasite in the other body extended its tail without even talking, this time, which meant that there was something huge going on. They turned around, offering their own little tendril, and Sugarfrost futilely braced himself for the barrage of pleasure that he was about to receive.

Futilely indeed, as it came like lightning and ran up and down his back. The blasts of stimulation were echoes of what information his parasite received, and he only saw shadows of it, bits and pieces that were allowed to pass through the barrier between his drone-understanding and the total Hive-understanding. It was just little bits and pieces, pictures that were fitted against the list, and he realized that the parasite in him was doing a cross-match against the different ponies on the list that was contained in their head. The night commander had been doing his own sorting out, testing out those that he didn't feel were acting quite right, and finding out which could be verified quickly and easily.

The list of the potential Changeling infiltrator had shortened massively, leaving only six names on it, six names of which it could be. Four nobles, one city official, or the new commander that was coming in to take charge of Darkmoon and Sunlight.

Sugarfrost had no idea which it could be, as he had never been that involved in politics around the town, but he had every reason to believe that it was going to be a hard thing to find out. All those upper-crust ponies were very keen on their own company and not that keen on others visiting them. Except...

Except for the delivery ponies, and the packages that they brought. Various gift baskets could easily be sent, all from his bakery and from others that had been infested, and that would start breaking down that veneer of blue-bloodedness. They would start to show their need to the rest of the town, and they would want company. Company that some of the Hive could provide during their investigation.

If they found the Changeling, great. If they didn't, then they had someone on the heights as a member of the Hive, which could only be for the good. Sugarfrost was astonished at the sheer quickness of the Hive to adapt, and wondered just what else the group could do.

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Darkmoon Dancer was slowly coming down from the pleasurable state of being that had shocked him from head to toe after the parasitic creature had bitten down and seized hold of him. At least, that had been what it felt like at the start. The sudden shock-storm of lightning and pleasure through his body had rocked him to the core, ripped out most of the different parts of him that were him. Now, he was just something of a shell that remembered what he had been, what he used to be, and how he could...

No, how the Hive could use him. The facts of his identity remained, that he was an officer in the royal army, that he had the post of commander in the local garrison, that he was a well-respected stallion among the army and could command the loyalty of most soldiers. That, in and of itself, was definitely worth keeping around.

The rest, from his particular affinity for the stallion body to the fact that he needed someone to take it rough from him from time to time, were being copied, but not necessarily kept around. The information, not the traits, were important to the Hive and to the parasite inside of him. That was something that he would just have to live with, as he was not going to be getting everything that he wanted anymore.

What had been Darkmoon Dancer would have been angry at that. The drone that he had become was satisfied with that part of his life remaining. Pleasure, particularly that near-addictive pleasure that came from joining and sharing, was something that he could no longer live without, and that was something that only the Hive could give him.

He sensed that the parasite with him was glad that he could see it their way, and that was all that needed to be said.

As Sugarfrost splattered the floor with nearly as much corrupted seed as he had, he could feel his parasite going through their list of goals. The list of different Hive members surprised the formerly free stallion, but he could see how they had spread so fast through the town. When they could do it during or post sex with such ease, there was no way for them to entirely be slowed down other than a complete containment of the entire force. He might have been able to do that if he had known what he was looking for, but lacking any knowledge of the Hive's existence up until this point, he had no idea how this could have been defended against.

The parasite inside him drew on that, too, pulling on his experience. The military experience that Sunlight Charger had, that of fighting enemies head-on and dealing with all the scuffles that came about in the streets, had been less useful to the Hive, he felt. However, his experience - that of setting up investigations, of trapping his opponents in compromising situations, and being able to control a foreign group without having to confront them directly - was of far more interest to them. His parasite was taking that, organizing it, studying it, and Darkmoon had little doubt that it would be passed on to the rest of the Hive at the first possible sharing.

Until then, he knew that he would be of better use in the field. He turned, walking away. Sugarfrost didn't say anything to stop. In truth, there was nothing to say at that point.

After all, he had several meetings ahead, and one of them was with someone else on the list of suspects. Now that he was infested, he had every reason to go, and no reason to delay.

His meeting was with a blue-blooded minor noble that had come from Canterlot to oversee the little festival that they had going, and to push his own ambitions among some of the ponies. This particular stallion had come to be seen as someone that was detached from the common people, and it had started to hurt his image among the populist court in Canterlot, particularly as the princesses had been more and more keen to be seen as loved by the people. He was losing power, and it was entirely possible that this particular noble had turned his attention to a different source of power, one that had been a danger to the realm at one point.

And if he hadn't, then he could be turned, made to be a little more useful. Darkmoon Dancer had no doubt that the Hive would turn the noble towards being more useful to the general public, if only for the chance to get access to other high-ranking figures when they were done in Ponyville.

When they were done in Ponyville...

There was something that the Hive still didn't understand, something about numbers, something about how they could end up screwing themselves over if they went too fast. They didn't know how to slow down, though, didn't know anything about that. They needed more knowledge, more minds, more hosts that would feed the understanding that the Hive now knew that it was lacking.

That will start tonight.

Darkmoon Dancer didn't quite prance down the street, but did he strut? Yes, indeed, the unicorn did.

The End

Summary: Sugarfrost Harvest is given the task of bringing Darkmoon Dancer to heel, and does a very good job of it.

Tags: M/M, Parasite, MLP, Ponies, Stallions, Feral, Four-Legged, Anal, Bondage, Infestation, Series, Mind Control, Body Control, Corruption, Orgasm, Cum, Mega Orgasm,