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An Infestation in the Herd

Part 7

For flimflamfun5

By Draconicon

With the new information about how the soldiers were assigned to the town, how their authority structure worked, and how they were going to be reinforced when Celestia arrived in a week's time - six days, now - the hive horses were forced to start planning in earnest. They had information, now, and they had ideas of where the changelings were operating. With Sunlight Charger on their side, it meant that a little bit of obvious behavior would be excusable, though not necessarily a smart idea. Still, they had some wiggle room, and that meant that they could start being a little more...aggressive.

Moonlight Thunder in particular was looking forward to that. Ever since he'd woken from sleep, he'd felt his particular parasite doing things to him. It had spread more through his abdomen, taking more direct control of his parts down there, but there was also more of a tingle down between his hind legs. He didn't know quite what was happening there, but he could feel his cock almost constantly sticking free of his sheath. Not dropped, necessarily, but the head was always pushing past the opening, showing itself off.

It was a good feeling for any stallion, and he was no exception.

As he stretched his legs, he could feel something else, too. His forelegs and hind legs felt different. Stronger, he supposed, thicker. Not so much that they were visibly bigger, but there was definitely more muscle there than there had been when he'd gone to sleep. Maybe Azure Breeze's idea of making him a stud-drone had settled in, after all.

Whatever it was, he was not left to think about his new parts for long. The hive had orders. He stood up straight as the ideas started filling his brain.

There were priorities that needed to be done. They needed resources, and that would mean bits. Bits to buy things and bits to pay for their room at the inn. Even though they could take over the innkeeper, it would be better to wait until they were sure that they could hold the place if they needed to.

If they wanted bits, that meant getting a shopkeeper on their side. There were plenty of ponies running shops through the town, particularly with the big celebration and event coming up. The locals might notice if some of their shopkeepers acted a little strange, but they'd probably put it down to all the excitement.

There would be no better time than this.

That said, it wouldn't be a bad idea to start grabbing people that would be good at more than one purpose. Any shopkeeper could keep them supplied with money. They needed someone that could give them information, or access, or something like that.

It didn't take long to figure that out, either. Astral Ace had been asking around town, seeing who regularly got orders for the fancier things, and there were a few bakers that were always getting orders from the richer ponies, and particularly for the monarchs when they were passing through. The other stallion offered to come along, but Moonlight Thunder shook his head. Both he and his parasite wanted to test how the stud-drone modifications would work for him, and that meant handling this on his own.

"I'll handle the baker," he said. "Astral. I want you to take a soldier. Sunlight Chaser will probably have a few of them on patrol. Tell him that you had a message from him and he should go along with meeting you somewhere alone. Azure, see if you can find out more about this Darkmoon stallion. We want to make sure that he can be brought down as easily as his colleague. And Storm Chaser?"

"Yeah?"

"See if you can get a meeting with Mayor Mare today. If we can get her, too, then we'll be good."

"Do I have to go after the female again?"

"The hive has its orders."

"As the hive says."

There was no resignation there, merely hope that he might have been mistaken. It was a pity, in a way. Storm Chaser was a fine stallion, and he had the rump to attract a number of shafts. However, he also had the sort of shaft that tempted the females quite a bit, long enough to hold the attention, but not thick enough to chase the females away.

It was his curse, one might say, to have to please others rather than himself.

"Everyone understand their assignments?"

They all nodded.

"Then go. We'll meet up here in four hours."

That would be sufficient for them to either succeed with their mission or realize that they would need more time to get it done. Either way, they'd have more information to work with than they had when they started. Even if they all failed, they'd be even better prepared for later.

The hive could not lose. It could only be delayed, and the chances of even that happening were looking slimmer and slimmer.

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Moonlight Thunder showed up at the baker's place of business shortly before ten in the morning. Most of the morning rush was done by then, and only a few colts could be seen inside, begging for sweets. The small bakery was settled into the bottom floor of a house, and he imagined that the baker in question - a stallion by the name of Sugarfrost Harvest - lived on the top floor rather than somewhere else.

The minute that he set hoof into the building, he could tell that the baker was losing his mind at the constant begging from the colts. He shook his head, walking up behind them and stomping his hoof on the floor. Hard.

THUMP.

It was as stern and powerful as a warhorse stomping, and he, and the parasite within, made a mental note not to do that again without reason. It had chipped the floor slightly. Apparently, he was a bit stronger than either of them had noticed.

The colts immediately jumped, though, whipping around. They pulled back a bit from him, and he chuckled.

"Maybe you should stop begging. You're already round enough."

"H-hey, are you calling us fat?" one of them asked.

"Just saying, if he's not giving you any right away, then maybe you don't need any for free. Get along."

The colts looked like they were ready to argue, so he fixed them with a firm stare. It was the sort of thing that any farmer picked up after doing the job long enough. A good, hard stare that made sure that the troublemakers understood that pushing their luck would be a bad idea. It kept the theft down, and made sure that all the tools stayed where they were supposed to be.

It was also very good at making little colts stop arguing.

The young males ran out of the shop, leaving him and the pony behind. Sugarfrost tossed his head back, his white mane falling in little bows around his neck.

"I thought they'd never leave."

"Were they that bad?"

"Bad enough. I'm still getting the goods ready for the afternoon. They just wouldn't leave me alone."

"Well, they're gone now."

"And you're here. Very...here..."

Sugarfrost Harvest looked him up and down, and even without the parasite to give him orders, he knew that he was being ogled. The other stallion was definitely the sort to be interested in males. Fine-featured, long-legged, low-muscle save for in the rump? He was the kind of horse that went out chasing dick, and now, he had prime stud in his shop.

Moonlight Thunder was happy enough to show off. He turned to his side a bit as if he was looking at the goods in the display cases, taking time to show off his own 'goods.' His cock was already starting to drop, sliding free of his sheath, and he could feel his balls churning already. The parasite was keeping him good and ready for action, the hive making sure that their new stud-drone was ready for work.

It didn't take long for him to realize that his balls were even more full than before, filled to the brim with seed to entrance new hosts. He could feel the new parasite in his rump wanting to come out, to be part of this too, but he held back on that. Just for now.

"Do you have anything special?"

"Mmm, I think I have something special right in front of me," Sugarfrost said, looking back with his eyes almost lit up like hearts.

"Anything...a little more adult?"

"Heh, are we talking cider-sweets, or...something else?"

"Heh..." Moonlight smirked. "Something else."

"Oh, give me that look again, big guy."

So, he did, and Sugarfrost swooned, leaning away from the counter and swaying from side to side like some foal, heartsick in love.

"Ooooh, come with me. I have some special stuff...in the back."

The way that the pink and white stallion walked off, Moonlight wondered if this was the first time that one of the bigger stallions in town had been offered to come to the back of the shop. The way that Sugarfrost looked back at him, he imagined not. This was one of those slut-ponies, one of those that wanted what they wanted and would do whatever they needed to get it, no matter how undignified it might be.

They left the little room of sugary treats behind, passing through a small kitchen of four different ovens, many mixing bowls, and - surprise, surprise - a breeding stand. Perhaps Sugarfrost did something to some of his treats that required a little stallion 'milk' for the flavor.

Definitely a kinkier hose than I thought...

Regardless, he wasn't at all surprised to find that the back room at the back of all the rooms had something beyond toys. There were little chains, breeding stands, dildos, and more that were jammed onto the shelves and into different little cubbies along the wall. He cocked his head to the side at the sheer variety of them, looking back at the baker who was already getting his hind-legs locked down.

"You're some kind of freak," Moonlight said.

"Mm, well, freaky treats are the best treats."

"Heh. I guess so."

"You from the country?" the baker asked, clapping his hind legs into one shackle each.

"Yeah. All the way from Hayburg."

"Mmmm, I love you country ponies. You always sound so...twangy, so rough."

"That what all the toys are for?"

"You bet your pretty dick it is."

"...pretty dick?"

"Well, it's pretty to me. Pretty sexy."

By that point, Sugarfrost had restrained himself, and nodded his head to a couple of other toys. A ball gag, a blindfold, and more. They were all laid out and easily put on, and Moonlight shook his head. Quite honestly, this was probably going to be the easiest infestation that he had ever done, and Sugarfrost was making it that way on purpose.

Well, if they were going to enjoy themselves, they might as well do it right.

With the other stallion properly restrained, he started hunching forward. His cock hardened almost instantly, springing from his sheath as if it was spring-loaded. It almost shocked him how quickly it went up. The changes hadn't just made his muscles stronger, but had increased his libido, made him stiffer, harder...

Hell, he felt like he might be able to fuck away for hours, if he was given half a chance.

He chuckled, dragging himself up off the ground. With the chains, the blindfold, and the gag, there was no reason to take this too quickly. He could do what he liked without Sugarfrost trying to get away, or trying to call for help. This time, he was getting a treat out of this.

With a gentle thrust, he ground his cock against the other stallion's pucker. He could feel himself dripping already, pre-slime rubbing across the cheeks, across that donut of a pucker. It was a beautiful, heated feeling, the sort of thing that he had been missing the last few times when he'd had to do this quickly. He ground between the muscular cheeks again and again, grinding his pre-cum into that hole, feeling it twitch against his cock.

Sugarfrost moaned under him, huffing against his gag, and he arched his butt back just a bit further. He could have taken it, but he waited, taking his time.

He half-expected the hive parasite to make him hurry up, but it seemed to be testing the new capabilities of the stud-drone, so he was allowed to take his time. His balls churned and bubbled between his hind legs, giving him his own reasons to maybe speed up, but for now, that was tolerable.

Forward, back, forward, back, feeling his cock twitch and throb, bounce and thrust against that backside. He could feel his own need rising, his cock head flaring out and going flat at the tip. Squirt, pulse, squirt again, pre-cum messing the base of the other horse's tail. It was a mess, a slimy, hot mess.

And it was sexy.

He smiled as he pulled himself a bit closer, grinding his tip against that hole again. It flexed against him, almost opening up, and he pulled back a little bit. He could feel all that pre-cum seeping through the fur, but particularly against that pucker. The donut was puffing up, getting more and more inflamed and needy, looking like a mare going into heat. That had to be the new pre-cum that he had, the stud-drone made to be better, more tempting to those that he went after.

If that's the case, I can make anyone into a bitch for the hive, he thought, adjusting his position. I wonder...

Out of curiosity, he held his cock directly against that twitching pucker. He hadn't had direct control of things before, but he was a stud-drone now, made to fuck and subdue others with his body. Would that mean that he -

Squirt, squelch, squirt!

It wasn't pleasurable, at least, not in the same way as an orgasm, but he came. It was almost like he had forcibly made himself cum on the spot, pissing cum right into that pucker. The heat and thickness of his seed made for a good lube, too, something that he had almost forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Sugarfrost gasped under him, shivering as he went wide-mouthed, the gag falling out.

"Oooooh, don't tell me you had a hair trigger. Come on, you can do more, right? Ri...righ...oh...oooooh...oh that feels...weird..."

The other stallion started to roll his head around a little, almost sounding drunk or high. Apparently, his seed and pre-cum was even stronger than it had been. The average drone had fluids that would make someone's libido skyrocket, but his seemed to be potent in a different way. Not controlling the mind - that was still something that only the parasites, only the hive could do - but rather making them stupid, stupid and easy to manipulate.

And he could control when he shot, too, as easy as if he was going behind a tree to relieve himself.

This is going to make it so much easier...

With that pucker puffing up, nice and eager and heated for fucking, and with the stallion going from being into it to being in desperate need for it, there was no more need to hold back. Moonlight Thunder pulled back just a bit, angled himself properly, and rammed in.

"Mmmmph! Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh FUCK yes, fuck me - mmmph!"

He managed to knock the gag back in, and the other stallion bit down on it as he picked up the pace. His hips slammed forward, battering that big, swishy butt with each thrust that he made. In, out, in, out, the flare of his cock forcing that tight hole to open up for him a bit. Oh, there was experience in there, it had been fucked before, but not by something as big as him, not by something that was so fast and furious as he was.

In, out, in, out, the parasite still allowing him the freedom to act, to follow orders, and he took it. His body was stronger than before, with more stamina. He didn't feel like he had to cum, didn't feel the urgent need like before. No, he was a stud-drone now, someone that had the right to fuck as they liked. He had the power to go for as long or as short as was needed, and he wanted to take his time. Before he infested this stallion, he wanted to treat Sugarfrost like the mare he was, make him bend, make him break, make him moan.

In, out, in, out, in, out, each thrust bottoming out all the way down, the flare of his cock pulling some of the pre-cum out, shoveling it out in thick lines that ran down the stallion's ass cheeks and down his hind legs. It filled the air with a heady, warm musk, something that kept them both of them nice and horny.

Sugarfrost couldn't stop moaning, either. Every time that he thrust forward, the smaller male made another whimper, another gasp, another muffled moan against the gag in his mouth. It was like he couldn't stop, couldn't control himself anymore. Whatever it was, it made the rut all the hotter for the top stallion, and Moonlight just took him that much harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

Fiercer.

As he huffed and puffed, he kept expecting to feel his body start to slow down, to weaken, to have some sign of his middle age as he kept humping away. He expected his hard pace to be less sustainable, but it wasn't. Whatever the parasite had done to make him into a stud-drone, it had done it in a way that made him better than ever. He didn't just feel like he could hump and breed all day. He actually could.

In, out, in, out, thrusting away, building himself up, grinding into that pucker until he felt Sugarfrost cum not once, not twice, but three times. The other stallion was all but helpless against the barrage of thrusts Moonlight hammered in, and the corrupted pre-cum was keeping the other horse from getting in a word edgewise. He was too far gone to even think of anything but more pleasure right at that point.

He could have gone for a few more hours, but he understood that it was time to slow down. Time to stop. Time to mark the stallion as a member of the hive.

So, he came. He flooded that formerly tight pucker, blowing his load deep down that hole. He felt his balls drawing up, felt something different as he came this time. Pleasure, yes, from both the obedience and the climax, but something else, too.

Something...something more chemical, something more like an injection being pulled from his balls. It was changing the other stallion on the inside, he realized.

Preparing him, the stud-drone thought to himself. It wants to make sure that the insides are perfect for the parasite.

He slowly pulled out, his cock wet and slippery, messy and slimy from his own seed. He turned around, this time, rather than just reach under his tail, and backed up so that they were rump to rump. The slime rubbed against his own ass cheeks, and he could feel the same tingles that the other stallion had been feeling. It didn't affect him the same way, but he could tell that some of the other drones would have been left horny, hornier than they should be.

Something to remember, he could feel the hive thinking.

As he stood against the other male's ass cheeks, he could feel his pucker opening. The parasite inside slid out, gripping the base of Sugarfrost's tail and getting a good grip. It held tight, then slowly started to pull the pucker apart, sliding into the slimed-up hole and digging deeper. He could feel his own pucker starting to stretch a bit as the rest of the body left, then felt the soft 'pop' as the new parasite left him.

"Go on...be part of the hive..."

"Mmmph?"

"You will be part of us."

"Mm-mmmph?!"

"Relax...and enjoy..."

He turned around just in time to see the end of the parasite sliding into the other stallion. It was a brief moment of utter pride, followed by a sudden spasm that went through the pink pony. He arched his back, thrust his hips, trembled from head to toe. The infestation was different, and the baker was more violent in his initial spasms, shaking, twitching, slamming his hooves down with a clatter before his forelegs went still.

One by one, the muscles through his body stopped twitching. They spasmed for a moment, then went still, leaving the baker looking like he was almost paralyzed, like he had been stung by some poisonous creature that had stolen his ability to move.

Then, almost like he was recovering, he lifted and lowered one leg. Then he blinked an eye. Then he twitched his tail. It was the parasite, the hive, slowly getting used to its new host. It worked through the different muscles, testing itself, finding out what did what, gradually starting to understand how the new body worked.

He reached down with his hooves, undoing the shackles around Sugarfrost's hind legs, and then worked on getting the other restraints off. The gag, then the blindfold, and everything else that had been of use.

By the time he was done, Sugarfrost Harvest was completely infested.

"I am part of the hive," he said.

"Welcome to the hive," Moonlight said, nodding. "Do you have anything to share?"

"No. All I have is this."

The room, the sex, the sluttiness, in other words. The contacts that he had were probably not as good as they had hoped, then, but at least it was something. And now that he was a member of the hive, that meant that he would be able to start infecting some of his baked goods. If he was turned into another stud-drone, that would mean that anything that he cooked with his seed in it would become an aphrodisiac in its own right.

That would be good for the hive. It would mean that they wouldn't need to use their fluids all the time to get the other ponies on their side. They could just feed them treats that they brought as gifts.

Even if Sugarfrost gave them nothing else but that, it would give the hive one more way of assimilating the whole town.

There was no question that the new host knew the plan, too. The hive thought very similarly to one another. They were going to have the same ideas, particularly the ones that came from the same host-body. He didn't need to command it, nor did his parasite.

"Good luck," he said, turning to leave.

"Wait."

He paused, looking over his shoulder.

"What's the matter?"

"We need to clean up. Or...well, I do," Sugarfrost said. "I can't just go out there slimed up like this."

"...And?"

"And that means that you'll have to take the counter for a bit."

"...I'm sorry, what? I'm - well, I was a farmer before I was part of the hive. I don't know how to run the store."

"That's easy. We'll just exchange that information."

"...Never thought I'd learn a new skill this way."

Sugarfrost was still getting used to the feeling of the parasite inside of him. He got the feeling that something different was happening to him compared to what happened with Moonlight or the other members of the hive. They had all been infested and gradually changed, while with him...

Well, he could already feel the movement of the parasite from his bowels and intestines to his abdominal cavity. It was parting the flesh walls inside of him, and he could feel it moving, but it was something so strange and different that he didn't really get pleasure or pain from it. Maybe he should have felt a little pain, but the parasite was hooked right into his spine, and it was keeping him from feeling much of anything as it moved around.

He did, however, feel the goop that Moonlight had left in him moving around, sealing up the holes that were left behind as the parasite moved around inside of him. The stud-juices allowed the parasite to grow and adapt quickly, and that meant that it was allowed to grow and do more adult things faster than the others had.

It also meant that he would be able to get ass-fucked again sooner than the others had, which was great.

He could feel the parasite inside of him interfacing with his mind and his spine, and he was more than slightly fascinated with it. The initial panic was long gone, and in its place was a complete love of what it was doing. He could feel the way that it could restrain his body at a thought, that he could lose all control of himself if the hive thought that he needed to be doing something else.

It turned him on like nothing else.

Sure, there were tingles going on up and down his spine, pleasure and bliss that he didn't entirely understand echoing through his nerves, but that was secondary. He knew that the hive was going to treat him like a drone, that it was going to use him like a tool, but he wanted that. He'd always wanted that.

"Sugarfrost?"

The hive parasite stopped the pleasurable shocks when he didn't react at first, and Moonlight had to nudge him again.

"Hey. You going to tell me what I need to know or not?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was still...interfacing."

"Yeah. Uh-huh. Share."

From what the hive had imparted so far, he knew that this was going to feel amazing, and he was eager to see what the new pleasure would be like. He turned around, wiggling his ass a bit despite himself, while the older stallion turned and exposed his rump. Sugarfrost watched as the other tendril pushed out, starting to lick his lips a bit in anticipation -

Then had his face frozen. He didn't know why. It almost felt like the parasite in him was starting to get mildly annoyed at the eagerness that he had. Not stopping it completely, just...holding him still. He still felt the pleasure of the tendril easing out of his own ass, long and blue and dripping with some sort of slime. Something conductive? He had read about how some creatures were like that and -

The hyper-active horses's mind was shattered into a few hundred pieces as the two tendrils touched and the lightning jolts of pleasure rammed up his spine. Instantly, his muscles tensed up, and he could feel something transmitting down his spine as well as up it. Bits of information here and there, existing as nothing more than powerful stimulation for him, were sent down through the tendril into the other stallion.

Sugarfrost wanted to shove back, to feel the other male pressed against his ass again, but the parasite held him still. His slutty urges were being slowly changed, altered, shifted for the purposes of the hive. There was something about it that was subtle, different to the grand control that he had somewhat expected. He was still...him...but he was getting his rewards and urges and commands from something else.

He was surprised, in a way. All the other ponies had to be encouraged to be more horny, more aggressive, while he had to be encouraged to be less. It was kind of funny, in a way.

Then they split, and he was allowed to let out a quiet moan as the tendril slithered back into his ass.

"Well...that was...different," Moonlight said.

"What do you mean?"

"Usually, I give information, or don't really get much access to it. This time, I got the whole thing."

"Well, just make sure that you don't sell anything for the wrong prices."

"I know."

"Hive needs all the money it can get, after all."

"I know."

Moonlight walked out before he could try and rile up the stud any further, and Sugarfrost smiled. It was less than what he'd normally do for the tops that came to the back room with him, but then again, he supposed that it was going to be different from now on. He was a drone now.

The stallion giggled as he waddled from the bed to the shower head on the far side of the room, unable to help himself. It was something that probably would have shocked most other ponies, but with his kinky habits, he enjoyed the idea of having something take control, of having someone else telling him what to do. It got him hard and stiff just thinking about it.

Actually, yeah, it did. He felt his cock throbbing up under his belly, and he cocked his head to the side. Normally, he would have been at least a half day before he could actually get hard again after cumming three times, but -

Breeding post. Frosting. Ingredients.

Oh, right. He saw the plan now. He was supposed to infect the various pastries and cakes and everything else he made so that ponies could be more easily infected and ambushed. That made sense. Oh, oh, the sort of parties that he could be invited to after this, the kind of people that would be begging for his pastries -

He smiled as he pulled the handle for a shower, letting the water fall over his rump and along his hole. He felt like he might have been gaping back there, but if he was, did it really matter? He had enjoyed the hell out of that, and he deserved to have a little bit of a mark from getting fucked that hard.

That guy deserves to be a stud-drone, he thought, flicking his tail side to side, washing his hole and his cheeks off. Man, I better get that again. Hey, hey, can I get that as a reward? Can I get fucked by him again, can I -

And just like that, the entirety of his existence exploded into pleasure.

Sugarfrost had been banged by some of the biggest stallions in Ponyville, and he knew how it felt to get a mind-blowing orgasm. Hell, he'd just had three of them from the stallion that was running his shop just a few minutes ago. However, this was something different. Deeper. More intense.

He would have fallen down, except that his body was completely under the hive's control. The parasite turned him under the water even as, in his own mind, he was screaming and gibbering in bliss. His body turned, yes, clumsily, yes, with difficulty, but the washing continued even as his cock splattered the floor and the drain with more seed than he should have had in his balls.

The parasite kept it up for a total of three minutes, and by the time it was done, he was on shaky legs. His tongue would have hung out if he had full control of his face, and he barely was able to stumble from the back of the building to the kitchen again.

"Breeding...breeding post...yeah..."

He panted a little as he walked over to it, the hive keeping his cock active, forcing him to be ready for this. And yet, for all that it was intense, for all that it left his muscles aching from the sudden tightness that the parasite had had to exert to keep him on his feet...he loved it. He truly was under the control of another.

He could have 'fought', he supposed. Pushed against the parasite, tried to stay himself, but why do that? This felt amazing. He liked the way that it was already molding him, keeping him obedient, keeping the slutty stuff inside until he was allowed to let it out again. He loved that feeling of control.

And as he lined his cock up with the breeding post, he hoped that he'd get so much more of that in the days to come.

The End

Summary: Moonlight Thunder goes to a local business to get the shopkeep on their side for money and other things. It works out better than expected.

Tags: M/M, pony, mlp, stallion, feral, anal, tentacle, pleasure, orgasm, cum, stud, pervert, gag, blindfold, creampie, messy, slime, pre-cum, aphrodisiac, parasite, infestation, series, forced orgasm, orgasm control,