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An Infestation in the Herd

Part 11

for FlimFlamFun5

by Draconicon

As Darkmoon Dancer walked the streets of Ponyville, gradually making his way towards the richer part of the New Town - built in the last few years as Ponyville had expanded further and further from the historic center of town - he felt the parasite taking greater and greater control of his body. It already had full capability to control everything that he did, but it was taking finer control, more force over the autonomic functions, shifting him further back so that he only had to obey orders in the case of an emergency. The drone was happy enough to let the parasite have full control, if happy was the right word for it. The feeling was more like contentment, something that was lower-level, not so intense as the word 'happiness' suggested one might be.

The commander, what was left of him, at least, was aware that he was betraying everything that he had stood for as an officer of Celestia's army, but that didn't trouble him as much as one might have thought. There was some sense of loyalty left, yes, but that had been shifted over to being loyal to the Hive, giving himself to it, allowing it to be the one directing him in the world. There were no worries about having to be a good officer for others; sooner or later, the Hive would be the only officer that there was, and the Hive would call all the shots to the pony drones under its control.

There was something satisfying there, a load off his shoulders. He had been an experienced fighter, an experienced stallion that had done many things for the crown. Now, he no longer had to think about it. All he had to do was go along with it. The Hive would be better informed as a collective than he ever was, and he would always be allowed to see just what the decision was long before the action had to be carried out. He was an instrument now, truly an instrument and a weapon, rather than a free pony, and that? That was fine.

He felt his body being experimented with, the parasite flexing its muscles inside of him as it burrowed deeper. He felt it rubbing against his prostate, felt his cock dropping down before being forcibly pulled back in. He felt his pucker clench down, felt the pleasure of being penetrated by something that wasn't there. His muscles tensed and tightened as they walked, something that nobody else saw, thankfully. The little spasms of muscle through his body would have drawn attention.

Once he thought that particular thought, the parasite inside him stopped tensing up, and they stopped moving. His head turned, left, right, up, down, looking around the town square to make sure that there was nobody watching them. There wasn't, and they moved on.

There are many things that the Hive needs to learn from me. How to move without being seen, how to be surreptitious in what they're doing, how to keep someone from noticing that they're watching...

Darkmoon Dancer had always been the commander of the more subtle field ops, and it was clear to him that the Hive had survived through a rather lucky set of circumstances. They were able to spread through the use of sex, and they were able to make ponies want to have sex. The combination meant that they could get a lot of what they wanted in the short term, but it also meant that they were obvious enough that someone else could pick up on what they were doing before long. If there was a large enough population of ponies in the area, the rest of the uninfested ponies would pick up on the weirdness going on in the settlement before everyone was infested, and that would mean that there was a chance that word would get out about what they were doing. If that happened, then the entire Hive would be compromised, and they would end up being discovered before they were ready.

He could feel that the parasite in him was taking this information, sorting it out, making it part of the collective consciousness that it would share with the rest of the Hive at the next 'sharing' with another member. Darkmoon made sure to offer whatever extra bits of advice he could on that subject, knowing that the survival of the Hive depended on every member giving everything that they had to see to it that the group succeeded.

He was almost blind to their travel, since the parasite was the one driving them through the town, but he was pushed forward again when they were a few minutes from their destination. The houses at this end of Ponyville were bigger, closer to three or four stories rather than the one or two stories that were more common closer to the center of town and towards the cheaper sections of new housing that had been built on the other side of town. Here was where all the rich ponies had come after they had seen the town start to rise up, becoming bigger and better than it had, and this was where his current target was.

Darkmoon paused in front of the manor in question, a four-story house that loomed over its neighbors by a full story. The grounds of the house were surrounded by a wrought-iron fence, keeping out those that weren't explicitly invited and the little colts and fillies that were running around with toys and playing games. They would never be allowed on the grounds, never allowed to play on the grasses. He looked at the path leading from the gate to the front door, saw that it was littered with little statues and decorations.

The parasite saw nothing wrong with that, but Darkmoon saw the potential for ambushes everywhere. The host's paranoia was taken from him, pushed down, made to relax, but he knew that the parasite was keeping the information. His instincts were useful to the Hive as a collective, and they would likely use that for further planning in the future.

An earth pony opened the front door of the manor. The gray-maned stallion called out to him from the front door.

"Who may I say is calling on Master Blue-Mane?" the servant asked.

"Commander Darkmoon is here for his scheduled appointment."

"Ah, yes, sir. I will return shortly. Let me announce you properly."

The other pony disappeared back into the manor, and, assisted by the parasite, Darkmoon Dancer tapped his hooves together as he waited patiently. He would be allowed in shortly, he knew, but there was a part of him that wanted this over with already.

At least, until the parasite started filling him with pleasure.

Darkmoon Dancer would have gritted his teeth if he still had that level of control. Instead, he stood there stolidly, not making any reaction to the fact that his cock was slowly sliding free of its sheath, pressing forward along his belly before dropping down. The sheer length of it meant that it almost touched the ground, the half-flared head exposed as lewdly as possible before anyone that might care to look. He stared straight ahead, the drone unaffected by the potential shame. Even as a normal stallion, he might not have been embarrassed by this, but there was something powerful in being under the control of someone else. All shame went to the other, never to him.

Pleasure. Bliss. The thrill of being right on the edge of orgasm rushed through him, a burst of pleasure and power and utter masculinity in that moment. Then it diminished, sliding away, just as his cock was forcibly pulled back into its sheath. He sighed softly.

It was a lesson, he knew. The parasite was telling him what he would get, why they would take their time and not hurry. This was something that he was to enjoy, to become part of the Hive properly, and he would get that again, and again, and again. Pleasure would be his reward for doing what the Hive required of him, and to feed that addiction, he would do it the way that they needed.

Darkmoon Dancer understood his orders. Soon, he knew, he would crave more of them.

The gray-maned stallion returned, opening the door and making his way across the grounds to the gate. The wrought-iron was likewise opened, and the other stallion stood to the side to allow the black-furred unicorn entry.

"Master Blue-Mane is expecting you, sir. He will meet you in the third drawing room."

"Thank you. I know the way."

There were plans and blueprints of all the buildings in Ponyville available in Canterlot, filed with the royal architects and planners. It was a requirement to get something built anywhere, but particularly in a new place that had high value. Blue-Mane had been one of those that couldn't help showing off what his wealth was getting him, even as he privately disdained the paperwork and the fact that he would have to deal with living among common ponies. Darkmoon had studied the plans, as he had done for all of the high-ranking ponies that he would probably have to visit. Some had thought that he was particularly dedicated to the protection of everyone, and to a degree, that was true.

It was also the need to know just how all of the potential places he would have to break into were laid out. Not every pony was honest, and Darkmoon had always been one to prepare for any eventuality. In this case, that meant being ready to invade any pony's home if they started showing themselves as a potential Changeling.

He entered the manor and was immediately assailed with a familiar smell. He had caught a whiff of it in the bakery, but it was stronger here, almost like it was fresher, somehow. The stallion briefly cocked his head to the side, then smiled as it finally dawned on him.

Pheromones. Everywhere.

That meant that the bakery had been sending drugged treats here, and probably to other manors throughout the rich area. Treats that would go unquestioned by the rich ponies, things that they would accept as their due, never knowing what they were filled with. Likely with Sugarfrost's seed and who knew what else in terms of intoxicants.

But there was something else. Something that was a little bit more shimmery, bitter in the air. He didn't quite stop his walking as he moved down the hall, but he sniffed the air a bit more forcefully.

Finally, it came to him. It was the smell of mare, too, which meant that - yes, the delivery ponies were in on this as well, he realized, the parasite filling him in. That meant that she would have brought the pastries, but she would have overstayed her welcome, touching herself, rubbing her pussy against different bits of furniture, spreading her intoxicating juices throughout different parts of the manor to make the trap that much more effective.

He had to hand it to the Hive. They were effective at getting their message across. He imagined that Blue-Mane would be all kinds of riled up when they met, and that would make the infestation of the other stallion that much easier.

Infestation. He had hardly thought of that since being infested himself, but he realized that it was already possible. The parasite inside of him was young, yes, but that didn't mean that it wasn't capable of popping an egg already. He could feel it squirming in his guts, getting ready to do that very thing, and Darkmoon Dancer wondered just how these things hadn't already taken over the town. The only answer that he could find was that, on some level, they were aware that they had to do it slowly, secretly, and if they were aware of that, that meant that they were learning quickly. Or, on the other hand, that they had seen what happened when someone found out about them.

Either way, it meant that they were a dangerous, viable force, and that they actually had a chance for victory. That, in and of itself, told him that he had been pulled to the right side. It might have been a forcible conversion, something that he might not have chosen for himself, but that didn't mean that it wasn't a welcome one. He had been taken from the losing side and put on the winning one. Any soldier appreciated that, he imagined.

He finally found the third drawing room, and he stepped inside. True to his anticipation, there was a little treat basket on the table in front of him, filled with different pastries, covered in various bits of 'icing' that he would just imagine had been personally applied by Sugarfrost Harvest. The smell certainly implied that the other stallion had been involved, which surely meant that the other stallion's seed was inside. The air was thick and rich with the smell of sex, though he was fairly sure that he was only aware of it because he knew where it came from. After all, it wasn't like the room smelled like someone had just rutted in it. Rather, it smelled...thick, heavy, warm. The pheromones were hidden under other things.

That said, when the other door to the room opened and Blue-Mane stepped in, Darkmoon wasn't in the least surprised to see that the other stallion was dropping already. His cock was heavy and full, rolling out of his sheath, and his face was red with embarrassment.

"S-so...So good to see you, Commander Darkmoon," Blue-Mane said, tossing his namesake mane back and over his shoulder. "What brings you...no, I apologize, you had an appointment. Was there...was there something specific that we were going to discuss? I must apologize, my mind has been scattered lately."

Likely intentionally, he thought, looking at the noble horse and getting a few little clues. The blue-maned, gold-furred stallion looked like he was on something, either having been rather drunk or rather compromised by some herb burning elsewhere. That was the fumes in the air, he was sure, as well as the uncommon lust that the stallion was probably feeling. He knew that there were many ponies that could not handle their libido, and more to the point, that there were drugs and chemicals aplenty in the seed of those that had been infested. If Blue-Mane had been consuming them through the day, then there was no way for him to avoid being completely out of it from all the chemicals that he had consumed.

A glance at his attire, something that was quite disheveled - the blue-and-yellow tunic that he wore as a sign of his station had been pulled back and forth, no longer fitting quite right - and the way that his horn sparked at random intervals as his magic went a little wild told Darkmoon something else. This was not a Changeling, at least, not likely to be one. Blue-Mane might have been an ambitious asshole, but he had obviously not been shifted out for a Changeling. Someone that had shapeshifting powers would not have been so assiduous as to leave their clothing looking like this, particularly if they were actually affected by something. They would have been fighting to keep from changing back, and that, in turn, meant that they would have been holding a much simpler image to keep from having to focus on too many details at once.

You aren't a Changeling, but you might know them. That's worth infesting you for, at the very least.

"I am here to discuss security arrangements for the upcoming festival. I believe that we are both due for a refresher course as to what your responsibilities to that are."

"Ah, right, right...I believe I have already contribute - mmph - contributed to the officer's fund, though?" the noble unicorn asked, making his way to the lounge chair. He gestured at the treat basket. "Would you mind? I'm having a hard time focusing, and...and they are...quite good."

Darkmoon nodded, his horn glowing red for a moment before floating one of the pastries to the other stallion. He opened his mouth and swallowed promptly, taking another bite of the pastry.

"Mmmph...so good...oh...mmph..."

The unicorn's cock was as hard and eager as one could imagine, no longer just dropping, but rising up and slapping against the stallion's belly and stomach. He was so high on his own libido that he didn't even seem to realize just how much he was showing off. Or perhaps there was something to eating all those pastries that left the stallion incapable of feeling shame anymore. He certainly didn't seem to mind showing off his cock to someone else, or the way that his pucker was starting to clench, or the way that his balls were drawing up and pumping pre-cum through that massive shaft.

Whatever the reason was, Darkmoon moved a bit closer, the parasite allowing their shaft to drop down just a bit, showing off their own girth and size in response to what the noble was doing. Almost immediately, Blue-Mane ended up looking at them, his eyes going wider, his mouth opening and dropping just a bit. There was a hint of satisfaction in being the biggest in the room, but Darkmoon didn't let that go to his head. There were other things that needed doing, and that involved seeing just how much more the unicorn needed to go over the edge to unbridled hedonism.

"Sir, are you alright?" he asked.

"Nnngh..."

"I believe that isn't a word. Speak, sir."

"You have...something big..."

"I am quite well-endowed, sir, but that is not the subject of the meeting."

"Prude."

"I would hardly say that. After all, I am already showing more than you."

"..."

"Sir, I would suggest -"

"Screw the suggestions."

The unicorn struggled to his feet, only to gasp, his hips bucking and thrusting. His cock was throbbing, large, heavy, but nothing to write home about compared to what Darkmoon had between his own legs. The officer watched impassively as the noble briefly gave into his urges, thrusting his cock against his belly, huffing and red-faced in the process. When the thrusting was done, the pony noble looked him in the eye.

"I need...I need..."

"You need something desperately, apparently."

"Yes...oh Celestia, yes..."

"Are you in distress, sir?"

"Mmmph...stop talking...like..."

"Like I am better than you, sir?"

"Nnngh..."

That shaft throbbed upwards, and Darkmoon smiled. He walked around the unicorn, tossing his head back slightly.

"That I am larger? That a common soldier is better endowed than the famous Blue-Mane?"

"Nnngh..."

"That Blue-Mane the Brilliant obviously wishes for a shaft to be jammed up under his tail?"

"That...that isn't..."

"You are twitching, sir."

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"If you wish it, you need only ask. But you must ask."

He floated the pastry over to the unicorn's lips, and Blue-Mane took a bite without even noticing. The latest dose had those balls all but jumping, pulling up hard. It was a rather nice view from where Darkmoon was standing, and he rather liked seeing something so drastic after having been the teaser for so long. He reached out with one hoof, rubbing those balls lightly, pushing them up and then letting them fall again, encouraging Blue-Mane down the road to depravity.

"Just say it, sir, and you will have what you need."

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Or am I wrong? If so, sir, say it, and I will stop immediately."

"...You're...not..."

"Not what, sir?"

"Not wrong..."

"Then speak your request, sir, and I will fulfill it."

"Filthy...commoner..."

The lust was pushing some of Blue-Mane's more honest opinions to the surface, it seemed. The noble had always had the hidden reputation of looking down on other ponies, but ever since the more populist movement had started gaining traction and the princesses themselves had started to blend with the ponies of the commons to try and retain their power, the other nobles had been forced to do the same. Blue-Mane was one of the less successful ones, but even he had hidden thoughts like that from the public.

Not anymore, though. His lust was burning through him, and the stallion groaned as he finally gave in. He threw himself over the couch, begging as his hind legs parted, showing off a pucker that had obviously never taken anything like what Darkmoon had to offer before. For that matter, it rather looked like it hadn't taken anything before, let alone something that big.

But there was a first time for everything, and the parasite, armed with all the sexual knowledge that the Hive had accumulated, knew that there was not going to be a complaint. All the drugs in Blue-Mane's system would see to that.

He leaned forward, pulling himself up on his hind legs, and he started grinding between the cheeks. Unlike with Sugarfrost, he didn't have to hurry, or do this more carefully. The only thing that he might have to take care with was the possibility of fucking the noble too hard, leaving that hole too loose for the parasite that would follow. For now, he could fuck, rut, use that hole as hard as he wanted, do whatever he wanted to it, and then leave the noble with an enema of drugged cum that would keep him completely pacified for the infestation process.

That appealed to him. He hadn't had the chance to finish properly in the bakery, and this would give him the chance to really go at it and enjoy himself.

Darkmoon thrust forward, dragging the medial ring of his massive shaft along that puffy pucker, giving it a light tease. The stallion groaned, pushing against him, wanting more, but there was no more to be given just yet. He was teasing himself, lubing himself with his own plentiful pre-cum. The arousing scent of it started to fill the room with a fresh wave of pheromones, ensuring the obedience and continued neediness of the slut under him. He pushed forward again, and again, and again, his cock head dribbling against the other pony's tail, staining it in his scent, marking him as the lowly bottom that he was, and the lesser stallion that he would soon become.

Forward, back, forward, back, his balls bumping the smaller sac just in front of him. He smiled every time that he felt it jump up from the contact, probably from Blue-Mane's little resisting bit worrying about being on the bottom, being a little scared against the arousal. It wouldn't last long, he knew. Sooner or later, it was going to break, and when it did, the noble unicorn was going to be little more than a bitch until a parasite was fed to him.

Thrust, thrust, thrust...and then, he realized that it was time. The parasite in him was the impatient one this time, wanting to move on to the main event. Darkmoon went along with it, the flared head of his shaft throbbing eagerly. He supposed that it was time, anyway. He brought his hips back, his cock sliding down between those cheeks, until the head was resting right against that pucker.

And then, forward.

The soft pop of his flare sliding in was music to his ears, and he groaned as he felt the tight squeeze of a hole that was truly virgin to this sort of experience. There was a hard spasm, a squeeze that would not let go, that even he would struggle to push past. The sudden squeezing, clamping, clenching inside milked the head of his cock well, forcing him to spit pre-cum into those dry depths, and the drugged liquid only aroused the smaller stallion further. The other unicorn whimpered under him, arching his back wordlessly.

"That's it. Take it. Take it and learn your place."

He pulled back slowly, making the flared head pop back out. The sight of that pucker pulling backwards with his shaft was just what he wanted to see, the way that it was already giving in, the way that it was puffing out and getting broken from his bigger cock. He loved to find men that could take him that way, that he could bend to his will, that he could punish and mark with his cock.

And then he pushed back in, feeling the puffy flesh caressing him again. In, out, in, out, training that pucker to take something that was bigger than it was ever meant to pass, let alone take inside. The stallion under him gasped for breath, his eyes going wide at the new stimulation. He knew that this was overwhelming the noble, that he was pushing the unicorn towards a point of mental breaking, but that didn't matter. The parasite would be able to draw anything that he had in his mind out again, and that was good enough for him. He could be rough, leave a few marks behind, and nothing would be lost. Nothing of value, at least.

He pushed in again, feeling that resistance finally fading around the pucker. It no longer clenched quite so hard when he pushed forward, no longer tried to pin and paralyze his cock with tightness when he slid in. That meant that it was time to go deeper.

Pop. Out.

Pop. In.

Squelch.

He forced himself forward, taking his time to go all the way down. He could feel every inch of his cock going in, could feel the spasms around the head of his shaft as Blue-Mane's hole was forcibly molded around his cock, made to expand and widen to take something that huge. He worked himself down to the balls, feeling his sac clap against the one in front of him, feeling the domination that he exerted over the puffed-up, stuffed-shirt unicorn. He enjoyed the feeling of being the one in charge, putting someone else down for the glory of the Hive.

For the glory of the Hive. Yes, that was a new thought, but an accepted one. He did this for the glory of his new officers, his new commanders, his new superiors. For the Hive.

Now that he knew that Blue-Mane could take the whole thing, there was no slowing down. His hips started pumping hard and fast, almost mechanical in their precision. No moan, no gasp, no grunt left his lips. His body was in the hands of the parasite, giving him stamina beyond the common lot of stallions, and more to the point, automating him, keeping him from having to think about anything. Not about the angle that he was thrusting, not about the different techniques that he could use to really batter the stallion down under him. No, none of that. Just the feeling of being on top, of having his big cock stuffed inside of a tight hole, and the feeling of being utterly, truly in charge.

In, out, in, out, each thrusting slam of his hips making a clapping sound as they came together, those cheeks under him shaking every time that he hilted with that pucker. He groaned in his head, his cock rising, his balls doing the same, but it was the stallion under him that was cumming. Blue-Mane was draining his balls over the couch again and again and again, each time smearing it with more of his pre-cum, more of his slime, more of his drippings. His loads were thick and heavy, but not as fragrant as Hive-seed.

Not yet, anyway. That would come soon.

He kept humping, thrusting, pumping. The parasite had him moving like an automaton, like a sexual golem. His face was impassive, his eyes pointed straight ahead. The feeling of that hole clenching around his cock in near-constant orgasm was a pleasurable thing, but it was just pleasure, something that he enjoyed inside rather than outside. He was a machine, something meant to break in those that were brought for infestation, someone that was meant to take down those that were resisting the Hive, and without question, without debate. He was a weapon to be wielded, and that wielding would bring all the pleasure that he wanted.

The drone accepted that, and kept going. In, out, in, out, thrusting away, feeling that puffy pucker getting wider, more gaping around his shaft. He pushed deep every time, felt the throbbing down below, felt his balls gradually drawing up. He had no idea when the parasite would allow him to cum, but there was a part of the drone that hoped that it would be soon. He had been going for so long now that he didn't know how much more that he could stay interested.

Minutes passed, and they were closer to the hour mark than the half-hour when he finally felt it. The final burst of pleasure, one that was rising, growing, getting stronger with each second. His balls pulled up, and then -

He wasn't even allowed a groan or a whinny, not even a neigh of pleasure. Instead, he stood there, stock-still, as he came. His flood of seed went right up that hole, spreading out through the insides of the other stallion, forming a plethora of rich pre-cum and cum stores. Protein that the new parasite would be able to feed on and grow from, which would allow it to mature quicker than the one that was inside his ass. He held his cock deep, feeling some of his seed running around his shaft and down to the stretched pucker further below, but that was fine. As long as the majority of it was still in the stallion, that would be fine.

He slowly pulled backwards, feeling his flare scraping along the unicorn's inner walls. The feeling of it was nearly enough to draw a second orgasm from him after humping that long, but the parasite was still in control, allowing his stud-juices to roll around in his balls and build up potency for another, future breaking. It would be that way for a while.

With a final tug, he pulled out. Blue-Mane jerked slightly on the couch, but the other stallion had been fucked utterly silly. He doubted that the other male could even determine up from down anymore, let alone mount any kind of resistance against anything.

Darkmoon shook his head, slowly turning around. There was no need to part the cheeks, no need to hold that hole open for the parasite that was already sliding down in his guts, moving through his bowels to his hole. He could just turn, backing up until his tight donut touched that pucker, rubbing against it.

"Nnngh..."

Blue-Mane groaned, but that was the only sign of consciousness that Darkmoon noticed before his hole opened and that parasite head started pushing out. The feeling of stretch wasn't that bad, and was even easier than when he had been filled back at the bakery. There was something pleasurable about it sliding out, but that was probably just the coating of slime that covered the creature. It was meant to feel good going in to stop anyone from trying to pull it out, but - and perhaps it was just the ego speaking - Darkmoon doubted that Blue-Mane could feel anything of the sort. He had fucked that stallion right over the edge, making him cum his brains out, and had stretched that pucker as far as it could go. There was nothing, nothing, that would feel that good again, other than the parasitic transfer of information.

It was an easy shift of parasite to hole, and he stepped back to watch the fireworks.

This time, there was little in the way of spasming, shaking, or even orgasming. He had done his job well, fucking the resistance and the seed out of the other stallion, and the process was more akin to watching grass grow than seeing lightning spark. There was the occasional flex of a limb here and there, but other than that, the only thing to see was Darkmoon's own seed dribbling down from that wrecked pucker. The drone took pleasure in knowing that he had utterly wrecked someone that looked down on everyone like that.

Slowly, the shift began, and the gold-furred, blue-maned stallion managed to get off the couch. Even with the control of the parasite, he wobbled, the parasite fighting against the forced bodily exhaustion that the new host was going through. Darkmoon would have been amused, but that would have been more than a drone was allowed. Instead, he just watched with curiosity.

Eventually, wordlessly, the tendril pushed out, and the sharing was made to begin. Pleasure, great pleasure, rolled up his spine as they passed information back and forth.

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All across Ponyville, the same traps were being laid for those on the list. The delivery ponies were taking the drugged treats across the entire town, giving them to rich ponies, poor but well-placed ponies, soldier ponies, and more. They were consumed with eagerness, and it didn't take long for rising lust and poor decision making to spread through town. Guests, always members of the Hive, would arrive at the door to take advantage of thoes poor decisions, and one by one, the higher-ranking, better-placed, well-financed members of the city were taken in by the Hive. Every passing day narrowed down the list that much further, reducing the possibilities of who the Changeling in question actually was.

The Hive gained information of other sorts, too. They learned the superstitions that the ponies had about their enemy, about how the Changelings could be anyone, how they fed on and reduced the love in the area. They learned other things, too, such as how the Changelings had magic that could change others, how they could control without infesting their enemy. It was something that they would have to experiment with if they ever managed to capture a Changeling host.

But more than that, more than any of that, they learned of places they'd need to go to get more information, like the universities in Canterlot, where stallions and mares studied science, studied how life grew and changed over time. There were no educated ponies of that caliber in Ponyville, none that might have been able to tell the Hive how they were supposed to survive in the long term.

But they had time. Time in which to grow, time in which to secure themselves in the town, and then, when it was all over and done, they could move on Canterlot, gaining the intelligence that they needed.

And in the meantime, they would continue to narrow down the list. The process was slowed slightly as they sent one of the delivery ponies off to Hayburg, maintaining a connection with the home hive and giving them the awareness and connections they needed with the Hive as a whole, but it still slowly shrank.

Until there was only one name remaining.

The End

Summary: Darkmoon Dancer goes to meet with one of the stuck-up members of the upper class in Ponyville, and finds that the Hive has been rather productive in spreading further traps for more hosts.

Tags: M/M, Aphrodisiacs, Pony, Stallion, MLP, Horse Cock, Horsecock, Anal, Musk, Drugs, Series, Parasite, Infestation, Drone, Mind Control, Body Control, Forced Arousal, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Gape, Conspiracy,