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An Infestation in the Herd

Part 15

For FlimFlamFun5

By Draconicon

Due to the various connections that he'd made at the festival in Ponyville, Sugarfrost Harvest managed to secure himself an invitation to Cloudsdale. It was a rare honor given to ponies that tended to live more on the ground than in the air, and it was an opportunity for the Hive that one could scarcely ignore. The baker was quick to take the invitation, and was more than happy that the invitation directed him to bring his own supplies. Some would have seen it as a cheapskate's way of not paying him as much, but he saw it as a chance to show just how much he could do with his own goods.

And the chance to keep infesting his goods with his drugged seed, of course. That was the real gain of that.

Hmm hmm...so many stallions, so little time...

The parasite inside him was holding back the lust that he would have normally been feeling in full force. The old Sugarfrost Harvest would have arrived in the clouds with a grin on his face, the beginning of a full drop from his sheath, and a twitching hole. As it stood, only the last was happening, as even the parasite struggled to keep all the lusts that its host felt from being seen.

The brilliantly pink earth pony walked with his head held high along the clouds, only allowed to stay above them with an enchanted tail ring that the pegasi had sent him along with the invitation. Otherwise, he would have been plummeting to his death far below. He trotted along, looking up at the flying stallions around him, and he would have whistled at them if he had been himself.

As it stood, the drone still had the needs to look up and enjoy the view of those dangling bits that were normally obscured by the ground angles, and shook his head. Time would tell whether he got them, but he was fairly sure that his efforts for the Hive would get him laid again and again.

The puffy clouds around him were cleared to the side of the walkways, allowing him to make his way to a formed-building, made of clouds as everything else was. The pegasus that had been assigned as his guide and greeter, a mare by the name of Windy Lanes, smiled at him as she held the door open.

"This is where you'll be working," she said. "Is everything to your liking?"

A quick glance inside proved that it would be a little bit...difficult, he had to admit. The lack of a breeding stand like in his own bakery meant that he'd need to find another way to extract his drugged juices for the baked goods. The oven was a little smaller, too, and the mixing bowls -

"It will do," the parasite made him say.

"Is there anything that can be better?"

"Actually, can I mold the clouds?"

"Yes, actually; your sponsor had one of the unicorns enchant some of the clouds inside. I think that there's a wand that you can use to make what you need."

That would do the trick. He nodded his thanks, stepping inside with a mincing gait. The mare shut the door behind him, and the parasite inside finally let the façade drop. A sigh of 'relief' escaped the stallion's lips as he looked around.

So far, so good. Whether out of mistaken pride or just general carelessness, there was none of the anti-changeling measures up here that there were down on ground level. If he could get the Hive started up here, there'd be nothing to slow it down. No curfews, no guards that were doing sudden checks, no security that would be keeping an eye on things. The Hive would be able to spread like wildfire.

And up here, that meant that they would have every opportunity to let loose eggs towards the ground. It would be something of a sacrifice, but only if they did it wrong. It could easily go more in the direction of cushioned 'bombing' runs of the eggs and new parasites, allowing them to seed far-off villages without infiltrating them first.

All in all, it was a place that would boost the Hive's ability to infest the kingdom by no small measure. It was the perfect place for him.

And plenty of sexy stallions.

The drone was still rather randy, and the parasite, if it could have, would have groaned at the continued bubbling needs that came up from below. All the other parasites talked about having to boost the lust of their hosts. This one had to push it down, control it. There was something of an obsession there, an obsession that was more annoying than it was helpful.

But it meant that the milking was easier. Now, to find the magic wand...

A few alterations to the back of the shop made it all but perfect. The parasite still preferred the general stability of the normal construction on the ground, but the clouds were...workable. They were able to grow a few restraints, a better breeding post than the one that they had in the shop back in Ponyville, and a few other kinky things that would work well as invitations and incentives to anyone that happened to be attracted to the flamboyant baker.

The parasite clamped down on the stallion's sudden surge of lust, shaking their head. That was an if, not a guarantee.

They were just about ready to start milking themselves for the first batch when the bell rang. They hurried out of the back of the shop, putting the wand away -

And found themselves face to face with their sponsor.

Stormbolt Rising was a pegasus of some renown in Cloudsdale, with dark blue fur and a yellow scar over one eye. It was said that he had been a warrior during a period of war in the past, though it was a story that never really got much in the way of real plot behind it. Something about vanquishing some enemy or another in a storm, without ever saying who the enemy was. Some doubted it. Those that did tended to get kicked in the head and had to fly their way back to Cloudsdale afterward.

Stormbolt had been one of the rare pegasi that had come to Ponyville for the celebrations, and had tried a rare untainted treat from Sugarfrost's bakery. It was a bit of a pity that it had been an untainted one, because that meant that he still needed to be broken in, but it had gotten him the invitation to come above the clouds, so the baker wasn't complaining too much.

Particularly with that hefty sheath to look at. Mmm.

The parasite clamped down on that thinking again, putting on a half-professional, half-flirty demeanor as they approached the counter.

"Mr. Rising. Good to see you again."

"Yes. I'm sure."

"I just got here, so I don't have any goods yet."

"I realize."

"...So, why are you here?"

"Just making sure that you understand what I'm going to be...asking for."

The pegasus smirked, and in that moment, the parasite seemed to realize just what they had been pulled from the earth for. Not for the baking, but to be a boy-toy for the bigger, stronger pegasus.

Sugarfrost Harvest the host could not be more thrilled. Sugarfrost Harvest the parasite? Less so.

"Oh...we're going for that, are we?" Sugarfrost said, the parasite allowing some bit of the lust that the host felt to come through, turning a bit to the side, just enough to show off their rump. Full and wide, of course, and the pegasus grinned a bit. "Oh, you definitely like what you see."

"I knew that I'd found a slut down there."

"Mmm, but I would still like to have business."

"You have my sponsorship, don't you?"

"Yes, but...it is still something I have to take care. Much as I'd prefer to make it in...other ways."

Not to mention that being some stallion's fuck-toy would not go towards spreading the Hive very far, particularly with someone that looked like he only wanted to top. That would not be very useful to him. He would have a very hard time getting a parasite up an ass that was never taking it, for sure.

But the stallion seemed reasonable. The pegasus nodded, his hooves clipping the floor as he turned around.

"I'll give you a week to get set up. Then, I will come back for my first...payment. I hope that you understand my meaning."

"Oh, I understand it very well. I promise you, I will be ready."

"You better be..."

The scarred pony gave him one more grin, then left the bakery. The baker shook their head as they were left alone once more. Someone else might have sighed. They just stared at the closed door.

Things had just gotten that much more complicated.

#

Three days later...

Sugarfrost Harvest was running a brisk business, though it was a little bit different to the one that he had run down in Ponyville. Rather than the ponies surging through his doors to get their sweets, they were coming in with masks and robes, disguising themselves and panting as they stepped inside. No customer met another's eyes. They were just desperate for the product.

And well they should be. He had drugged each of them with his tainted fluids, and they were all but rampant with need as they came begging for more.

"Two glazed donuts."

"Four twisted twisties."

"Sixteen berry blast bars."

Order after order crossed the bar, and he smiled with all the good customer service grace that he had acquired over the years as he filled the orders. Some ponies were panting even as they took their boxes from him, and every single one of them had a dropped cock beneath their robes, or a dripping pussy. It was like they were horny for the food itself, and in a way, they probably were.

Spreading corruption, spreading need...and soon, they will want to have it right from the source...

It was the way that he had helped down below. The fluids of Hive ponies were altered once they were infested. A single dose was enough to get someone randy, needy, too horny to think clearly and more willing to make bad decisions for the sake of pleasure and stimulation. Further doses more or less entrenched that horniness, but also gave something else, something of a low-level addiction to the fluids, making the consumer want more and more of it, giving them a compulsion to seek out the source of it.

Eventually, it would lead to them sniffing out the source of it, and when they did, they would be begging for the chance to have some of the real stuff. It had happened in Ponyville, with some of the stallion's customers finding some of the Hive members by scent and instinct, and then bending over and begging for a full injection of the stuff.

That wouldn't work with him, of course, as he was hardly a top or capable of fucking someone. Even the parasite inside would be hard-pressed to get around that little peculiar quirk of his. But that didn't mean that they weren't able to infest the individual in question...

The bakery was busy all through the morning and the afternoon. Eventually, it slowed down, somewhere towards the evening, and finally died off just before sundown. Despite being driven by the relentless parasite inside, the body was tired after that, and Sugarfrost was allowed to lean against the counter and rest when the crowd had finally died down. The pair of them were eager for a chance to just get off their hooves for a while, and they began to make their way to the back of the establishment when -

Ding, ding.

The bell at the front door rang. They turned, glancing back, and saw a sweaty, panting, shivering mare waiting.

She was a pegasus like everyone else, with a soft gray-white coat and a shockingly white mane. She stared at him with all the needs of a woman gone mad with lust, and her back legs were stained with her juices.

They vaguely remembered her. She had been a customer on the first day...and the second...and the third.

She's gone.

Gone with need, gone with lust, her thoughts fled from her in favor of all the rutting need that had taken their place between her back legs. She stumbled forward, groaning as she did, sniffing the air.

"Need...need it..." she muttered.

"Back room," Sugarfrost Harvest said.

She followed, sniffing at him, panting, groaning, all but a zombie. They wondered how much she had consumed in the last few days to get to this point so quickly. Some of the addicts would be getting near to this point by the end of the week, but she had done this in just a few days. She must have been pigging out on their goods.

There was some flattery there, they supposed, but it was a good thing that nobody had seen her. They needed to take care of this quickly.

They guided her into the back of the bakery, and no sooner had they done so than she was shoving her nose right under their tail. She breathed warm air over their balls, and then up towards their pucker -

"Ah ah. Not yet."

Flicking their tail in a sharp, whip-like motion, they pushed the mare away from their pucker. She groaned, but took direction, moving with them.

Thankfully, she was so out of it that they were able to apply the cloud bindings with ease. The chains fit her hooves well, clapping firmly around them and pulling tight. She whimpered, leaning forward to show off her ass and her slippery sex in the process.

"Need...need it..."

"Oh, dear..."

If only she was a stallion. Then he could have stayed there, enjoyed it, had some time to at least suckle at her shaft while she was being changed. As it was, she was a mare, and Sugarfrost Harvest the host was hardly someone that was interested in that. Even the parasite could only get him so hard...

Thankfully, they didn't need to fuck her. They only needed to infest her, and they had eggs for that.

Sugarfrost had been storing his up ever since he had gotten there. The cool clouds made for a decent hibernation chamber for the eggs, since it wasn't as cold as winter snow, but was nice and chilled, keeping the eggs from needing to hatch as soon as they were pushed out. He stored them in the walls of the bakery well away from the oven, and it worked. They were still alive as he pulled them free, and just holding them to his chest with one hoof was enough to wake them up.

As soon as the cracks stared spreading across the shell, he brought the egg against her ass cheeks. She moaned, the nameless mare dropping her head to the ground and wiggling her hips back and forth, showing off her pucker, giving every indication that she was in heat with all the wet juices running down her thighs.

"Give it to me. Give it to me."

"Oh, you'll get it, honey. You'll get it."

And then maybe he'd get it. Later.

The egg hatched, the parasite pulling itself free and grabbing her anal rim with its pincers. It pulled itself up, grinding its goo-slick body against her rim. She moaned with all the satisfaction of an addict finally getting what she needed, too.

It didn't take long for the little thing to slide in, finding its way past her pucker and into her depths. The warmth of her body was probably just what the little thing wanted, considering it had been sleeping in the cold for so long. The tail slithered in, and -

"AH!"

The mare gasped out loud, her breath coming in a sharp hiss. Her body spasmed, a quick squirt shooting from her sex. The host wanted to rub his nose, get rid of the smell in the air, but the parasite kept him nearby just in case they were needed.

The mare was shivering, shaking, gasping more and more. She didn't try and escape the chains, didn't do anything that might have looked like resistance. If anything, she rolled her hips back, almost like she was trying to push the parasite in further on her own. It was like she had lost all thoughts of pulling away.

Maybe the juices...

They hadn't actually studied what the continual effects of the tainted fluids were, now that they thought about it. They didn't know what it did over a longer period of time, or what it might mean when the parasite finally showed up and gave a proper, full dose rather than the minor amounts that the host was used to. Did it mean that they were utterly shattered by it when they finally got it, defenseless against the infestation even more than the average host?

If so, that could be very useful in other parts of the land.

They watched as the female went still, her eyes the only thing that were still wild. Her body was coated in sweat, the mare looking as if she had run a marathon, and was still pushing for more. Her eyes flicked back and forth a few times before tensing up, getting locked as her new parasite took control of the host properly. The host shivered, trembled as per usual, with the flow of her fluids from between her legs increasing for a short time.

Then the movement started again. A little tremor down one hind leg before it lifted up and stomped again. Then another shift, the front-right leg doing the same. Each leg repeated the check and stomp motion, before the tail flicked. Then the back straightened, the mare lifting herself back up from the ass-up, face-down position that she had taken. Her eyes finally calmed, no longer wide, but more of a gentle, generic gaze.

Sugarfrost Harvest waited patiently, or rather, the parasite within waited patiently. The stallion deeper inside was waiting for the mare to be done so that he could get the smell of pussy out of his bakery.

Finally, the mare nodded, and the stallion undid the restraints. She turned around, presenting her ass silently. The parasite, concerned at the silence, did the same.

Their tendrils touched. It was less than satisfying for Sugarfrost, mostly because it was outside of him, but also because it was with a mare. He would have preferred his first convert to be a stallion, but...

Well, the Hive would reward him later, he supposed.

They continued to have contact with one another, and information poured through. The host, while not damaged, was altered with the perpetual dosing of tainted and aphrodisiac materials that they had used. It was going to be perpetually horny, and there was a lot of work that the parasite was having to do to suppress that and make them behave normally. Sugarfrost winced slightly at that information, but it was something that they could work with, he was sure. They were, after all, connected to those that would be able to make use of that.

Other information kept coming through. The mare was not important, but she knew a few that were. Rivals of Mr. Rising, other ponies that might be able to offer other sponsorships. That would mean that they could move forward, leave the annoyances of Mr. Rising behind.

It wasn't a happy thought for Sugarfrost the host, but the parasite rather enjoyed the idea of not having to be a boy-toy forever. It would much prefer to just move on and get what it needed, expanding the Hive however it could. Deals were made, and information taken in, and plans conceived.

By the end of the week, four more infestations had been done, and the beginning of Cloudsdale's fall had been planned. They were exponentially spreading through the city, and while their numbers were still small, they were able to get more and more of the baked goods into the higher echelons of power. They were passing them between other ponies of Stormbolt Rising's status and higher, and some of them had come by the bakery for some attention, some extra goods, or...

Well, the infestation had been easy, and the chains had been used more than once. That was the important thing.

But the end of the week had come, and that meant that their sponsor would be coming to claim his boy toy. They weren't going to be able to just chain him; he hadn't eaten anything that they had made, and he was not going to allow them to top him, they already knew that. They only had one choice, and it was, thankfully, an easy one to make.

"You'll be ready to take his place?" Sugarfrost asked the copy of Stormbolt that was waiting in the back room.

"We've gone through this. I'm ready."

"I'm just checking."

"You've checked already."

"I'm sorry. I'm nervous."

"First time that I've ever seen one of you be nervous."

And it was the first time that one of the parasites had been. Of course, emotion was naturally somewhat foreign to them, but one could not help but pick up some of the feelings of the host. A little bit of their hosts got imprinted on them, if only in the most minute ways, and this time...

This time, the parasite's nervousness wasn't something from the host. It was something that it felt. Something that it didn't like feeling, but which was there regardless.

The host had a problem with its lust, with its needs. Sugarfrost the host wanted to be fucked and used by the big stallion that had invited it up to Cloudsdale. It wanted to submit, and it wanted to give in with all the raging need that most hosts had for survival, except that this burned hotter and more constantly for that. It knew, from other meetings and merging with the Hive, that the other parasites had always struggled to take over their host, but had generally had no problems with them after getting inside.

This host, however, had barely struggled at all during the infestation, but ever since, it had struggled. Not to get free, but to be allowed to have more sex, to be allowed to indulge itself more and more often, and that had become a more and more serious problem the longer that they had been together. The parasite struggled to keep the host in line, and the host always made it more difficult than it should be.

If they actually got into the whole debauched thing with the pegasus stallion, they might actually lose themselves. They were taking a risk by luring him in, by having other members of the Hive in the back room to actually turn this into a kidnapping. If the host decided to push while the parasite was trying to keep hold of the situation...well, it would be a fight to get back in charge. The parasite knew it would be able to, but...

It was a first. And the Hive didn't like firsts.

The bakery was cleared, and soon enough, Stormbolt Rising arrived. The pegasus nosed the door open, chuckling as he walked in.

"Are you ready for me, Mr. Harvest?" the pegasus asked.

"Of course, sir, of course."

"Then show me what I'll be having today. I'm sure you have a donut just waiting for...glazing."

The perverted stallion had the host all kinds of hot for him, and the parasite didn't have to direct the host to turn around. It just did. They flicked up their tail, showing off their pucker, and in short order, hot breath was puffing over it. A hoof pressed against one cheek, rubbing them and teasing them.

"Mmm, I look forward to leaving you cream-filled."

"Shall we go to the back room, sir?"

"I'm almost tempted to have you right here..."

"Someone could see, though."

"Heh, do you really care?"

The host didn't. The parasite did. They looked back.

"Please. Let's not ruin this business. You did pay for it, after all."

"...Heh...Fine. Lead on."

The parasite was relieved, the host was not. The host was, as a matter of fact, hornier than the parasite had ever felt. There was no risk of losing control, but at the same time, it was like juggling quite a few balls at once. There was a genuine risk of one of them coming down and hitting the floor, no matter how hard you tried to keep them all aloft.

They led him to the back. His eyes were glued to their ass, refusing to look anywhere else. That was good, however; it meant that the trap was all but guaranteed to work.

And it did. They stepped through the door to the back of the bakery, and the infested ponies leaped for the well-off, perverted sponsor. The stallion shouted at them, trying to order them off, but they were no longer obedient to him. They only obeyed the Hive.

In short order, the pegasus was taken off his hooves, pulled along towards the chains at the back. He shouted at them to let him go, to give him his freedom, demanding an answer that was not forthcoming. They were silent workers, pulling him to his bondage and ensuring that they were tight enough to hold him. Through it all, Sugarfrost Harvest was all but bristling with need, the host's cock throbbing, spitting pre-cum on the cloud floor, tail held high.

He wanted to be fucked. The parasite needed to wait for a bit longer.

"What in the HAY is the meaning of this?!" Stormbolt demanded.

"We are inducting you into the Hive," Sugarfrost said.

"Some sort of cult?"

"No. A Hive."

As the copy of Stormbolt stepped out of hiding, the changeling smirking with the other stallion's face, the rich pegasus finally stopped his squirming. His eyes went wide as he realized just how fucked he was, and he whipped his head from side to side.

"No...no, you can't..."

"It's already happening."

"You - I brought you here! You owe me!"

"And you're going to get what you are owed."

There was little chance that the parasite would be able to keep his host happy if he didn't do something about that. He didn't like the reality of the situation, didn't want to be the slut that Sugarfrost wanted to be, but there were compromises to be made. He would allow it...and the copy would keep anyone from coming to look.

He clopped forward, pushing the other stallion back to his hooves. There was just enough of a height difference between them that he could have slipped under the other stallion, forced his ass back and taken that cock. The host wanted that. The parasite held off for just a bit longer. Just a bit longer.

"It is time for you to be infested, sir. You will join the Hive."

"You can't take me! I'm no changeling!"

"No. And neither am I."

"Then...then..."

"You will understand."

The host begged for a rut, and the host would get it. Sugarfrost slid beneath the other stallion, the tentacle pulling further back into his ass, but not before leaving it slimed with the aphrodisiac that would keep the other stallion interested. He lifted his hips, offering his hole to that cock, and it throbbed as soon as it came in contact with him.

And in the background, a fresh egg cracked.

Moonlight Thunder and Azure Breeze had ended up going through with converting the inn, and it had almost gotten them caught. Almost. The innkeeper had happened to be related on his mother's side to a unicorn that was part of Celestia's court, and that had almost caused an incident when the innkeeper had not shown up to a party that he was due to attend. Darkmoon Dancer had managed to smooth it over, but barely.

Thankfully, after that, they had been allowed to move to the palace, invited now that they had more of the guards on their side. It was a sideways move, though, since they were no longer allowed out of the quarters for more than a few hours of the day, not wanting to raise suspicions among the palace populace about the commoners that had come to live there.

It also meant that they were as bored as could be.

"I want...out..."

"I know," Azure said. "I do, as well."

"We haven't done anything in too long."

"I know."

"I am not meant to be a breeder."

"I know."

They had taken to talking out loud more and more often of late, if only to give their hosts more of something to do. The less that they did, the more that they laid around in silence, the less stable their hosts felt. It was like they were losing a mind that they didn't entirely have to begin with, but it was still concerning to the parasites inside, considering that they had been very active previously...and had taken the time to modify their hosts quite considerably for the purposes of the Hive, only to be shifted off to the side and unable to use them properly.

The big balls that Moonlight Thunder had been given, for example, were supposed to be used to break down mares and stallions alike, turning them into eager bottoms for the Hive so that they could be infested properly. He had been modified so that his body produced plenty of seed, had plenty of stamina to do that sort of thing. He had been made into a weaponized stud, and he had nobody to use it on.

As a result, he was more and more irritable, and the host body was increasingly agitated, stressed, and leaving messes everywhere. The sticky slime that oozed perpetually from the never-soft shaft was becoming an irritant, and even the pair of them were starting to notice it despite doing their best to filter it out of the information their host bodies sent them.

"When is this going to be done?" Moonlight asked.

"I don't know."

"Is that all you can say?"

"Of course not. But it's all I know."

"Nothing."

"Just like you."

He stomped a hoof in irritation, chipping another tile. Surely, they were getting close, at least, to when he and Azure could be useful again? The guards of the palace were weakened, now, right? Which meant that they were soon going to...to...

They needed to bond and merge with the other members of the Hive again. They were out of the loop, so far out of the loop because of how busy the others were. They didn't know what they were up to, and they were going mad.

"How much longer?" Moonlight grumbled again.

"Are you two actually talking?"

Finally, someone else. They both turned to the door, which had opened on silent hinges to admit Darkmoon Dancer. The dark-furred stallion shut the door behind him, shaking his head. Rather than speaking again, he turned, the tendril sliding from his hole and offering them the chance of connection.

They both leaped on it. It was the only thing that would keep them sane at that point.

The End

Summary: Cloudsdale is the next target, and we see how the parasites spread there. And elsewhere, further corruption occurs.

Tags: M/F, M/M, Stallion, Mare, Wet, Aphrodisiacs, Corruption, Series, Parasites, Infestation, Kidnapping, Bondage, Changeling, Horny, Irritation,