Author's Note

At the request of the person who commented on my 100 follower's special blog, here is the next chapter of parasite. I need to look over the plan and get it back on the track before carrying on, but I have no idea if the customer has any interest in seeing it finished. As it has been requested for my 100 follower special however, I will see about finishing it regardless of this fact.

Chapter 5

Meanwhile, half a dozen mares were currently relaxing in a mud bath. It was their hen night, as one of them was planning to get married in just a few days. They were all wearing different crowns made out of flowers, and they were sharing out a bottle of fairly expensive wine to help raise their spirits higher then they already were.

They giggled and talked, really enjoying the feeling the mud wrapping around them, removing the tension from their bodies and making their skin soft beneath their fur. They had no idea what was about to happen, just how much danger they were in, and the horrors that they were about to meet. Beneath the surface of the mud, several parasitic worms were waiting for the right moment to strike.

These were not the normal gray worms that spread the basic form of the infection. These worms were black in colour and seemed far more aggressive then their gray brethren. They were a different strain with a far different purpose. They were planning to turn these mares and recruit them into the hive-mind, but they were also aware that there were six of them, and they would no doubt become aware of the fact they were being attacked within moments.

The parasites had been raised to be extra big by Rarity, but unfortunately for the mares, they were far to drunk to notice the movement beneath the mud as the parasites swam towards them.

And then, in an instant, the first parasite struck. It dived forward, its large head going first and ploughing into one of the mare’s snatches, forcing her to cry out in pleasure as it wormed its way into her almost instantly. The worm felt so good that the mare did not even have chance to call for help, far too caught off guard by the waves of pleasure that suddenly tore their way through her body.

She fell limp against the side of the tub, her eyes rolling out to the sides as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, giving an expression of orgasmic pleasure. Of course, the other mares in the pool noticed this, they were far from fools.

They reacted like all mares on a hen party would react, laughing loudly at their friend, one of them even pulling a hoof from beneath the mud to point at her.
“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink lov-ahhh!” The mare was suddenly caught off guard by one of the worms suddenly ploughing into her.

The other worms were far more coordinated in their attack this time, all of them ploughing into the remaining five mares in almost perfect coordination.

After the worms had passed the outer lips of their snatch, they begin to use their powerful muscles to wiggle their way deeper, the slime they were covered in sending waves of pleasure through their victims as they made their way deep inside of them and towards their womb.

To any onlookers, this must have looked quite strange, six mares, all sat around the edge of a mud bath, their faces blank and locked in a contorted expression of pure bliss as beneath the surface, parasites begin to rework their biology.

Of course, nobody else would have been able to see this, the only thing they would have been able to see would be the blank faces of the mares, faces with no expressions or hints of emotion on them, becoming little more then blank slates for the hive to remake into a far more useful form.

Unfortunately for the mares, even if there was a chance that somebody could have noticed what was happening to them, this was a private hen party, and as such there was nobody else in the room to help them.

Within their wombs, the worm begin to slowly spread outwards, its tendrils spreading along the walls of their womb before slowly working their way into the mares, painlessly reworking their biology in quite a radical way.

On the inside, massive changes were happening, the parasite was reworking large parts of their insides for a singular purpose, but on the outside, non of this was obvious. They just sat there with their faces slack, eyes staring blankly ahead at the other mares who were doing the same.

If anybody had decided to walk into the room, it would have been quite a terrifying site, six mares all sat in a circle staring at each other. Their blank faces stayed like this for several minutes, and then all at once, all in union, the mares stepped out of the tub, still in that perfect circle.

And they stayed in that perfect circle as they all climbed out of the tub, standing in the middle of the room as thick blobs of mud and vaginal secretions slowly dripped off them and onto the ground around them.

Then they seemed to freeze, as if somebody had decided to hit pause on a VHS player, frozen in time, stopped in a single moment with the only sound being that of the thick mud and other fluids that were slowly dripping off them.

After about a minute of standing still, one of the spa mares slowly walked into the room, not even pausing upon seeing the mares all stood in a circle, she simply took her position in the space that had been created for her, turning her rear towards the mares as she flagged up her tail.

All six of the mares seemed to do the same, black tendrils slowly spilling from out of their rears. They were slightly thicker then that of the normal parasite infected individuals, but besides this, they looked normal.

The tentacles all joined up with one another, forming into a thick ball of tentacles within the circle that they had made, before the spa pony let her own tendrils spill free and join up with that circle.

In an instant, all seven mares seemed to switch off, their bodies shutting down and their personalities going offline. Once again their faces fell blank, expressionless and slack as they passed on all the important data they had.

Of course, there was only so much data one could get from six drunk mares on their hen night, and the hive mind was disappointed with the lack of knowledge that it had gained, although overjoyed to have six new bodies in its ranks.

Their tongues seemed to loll from out of their maws, practically drooling on the floor as the parasite did its thing. Of course the hive mind had no use for the minds of these mares, they may well have been purged, removed and replaced with something actually useful.

But, then again, this was exactly what the hive mind needed. Normal ponies, ponies so normal that nobody would ever suspect a thing. In the end, they were allowed to keep what remained of their minds as the tentacles retreated backwards into their bodies slowly.

For several more seconds, the mares just stood there, still offline as they processed all the information that they had been given. Mission goals, objectives, things that these mares had never really had before, besides the obvious “Get drunk” And “Bang that hottie”. But now they had new goals, and a new purpose in which they would actually work towards something that mattered.

Petal Plume had been planning to get married in just a few days, but Petal Plume no longer needed such simple things like marriage. She had a new purpose now. She was walking home, her feminine frame still coated in mud, but she did not care.

It was the middle of the night, the air was cold and bitter, but she did not care. Her bright red fur and purple mane offered very little protection from the cold, but for her it was enough. Her body temperature was above the point where freezing to death might be possible, and that was all she needed.

Normally it would be a concern for a drunk mare with such a delicate frame to be walking home alone at night while drunk like she was, but she was not scared. She was going home to her fiance.

Well, it was not her home. It was more his home, as she had not yet moved in with him. Both of them had wanted to wait until they got married before making such a large commitment. This was not how things were normally done, but her future husband had wanted it that way.

And now Petal wanted it to not be that way, and she was going to get what she wanted. Her hoof softly knocked against the door, although with her newfound strength it was stronger then she would have liked.

Nothing. Nothing for several long moments.

She knocked again.

Nothing.

She frowned softly. Normally her husband was much quicker then this at opening the door, and although it was quite dark, he was still normally up at this hour.

Her hoof smacked softly into the door again, and this time she pressed her ear up to the door and listened to the sounds beyond the door. The parasite had enhanced all of her senses, and this included hearing, she she was easily able to pick out the sound of someone moving around within the house, of hooves moving down the stairs and of someone stepping towards the door.

Petal moved her head away, and her future husband pulled open the door. She was all bright, eye catching colours that stood out even among the normally bright coloured population. Her husband however, was the exact opposite.

His coat was made up of light shades of brown, and his mane was a deep pitch black, even his eyes held nothing too exciting with their light yellow colour.

And yet, Petal had loved him non the less. He might have been dull on the outside, but inside, he had one of the brightest personalities that Petal had ever seen.

Even though Petal was something new now, her love for this stallion still floated to the top of her pool of emotions. Her heart still belonged to him, even though she now belonged to the hive mind.

Only, something was wrong. Normally his face lit up upon seeing her, joy radiating off him like warmth radiated off a camp fire.

This time however, he looked shocked and almost fearful to see her. Had he discovered the parasite?

Impossible, there was no way that he would have been able to detect the parasite, he worked as a banking clerk. The most miraculous thing he was able to do was maintain a cheery outlook on life with that as his job of choice!

She almost tilted her head, before realizing that that was not a thing that normal ponies did. She was just a normal pony.

Bit Counter seemed stifled, looking for the right words for a few moments before spluttering them out in an order that might resemble a sentence.

“O-Oh! Hell- Hello Petal! Aren’t you meant to be at a hen party with your friends right now?”
Petal shook her head calmly, her eyes peering out into the gloom behind the soon to be groom. She was not able to see anything despite her enhanced senses, just an empty corridor. So why was he so flustered?

“We had to break it up early, Rose Bush decided to, well, you know,” She leaned her head back and imitated the motion of glugging a bottle of wine. “Vomit everywhere The spa ponies were not happy, so they kicked us out, which is fair. I just came to see if I could use your shower.”

After she had finished talking, she stared right at him, not bothering to hide what she was doing as she was too busy reading every tiny movement on his face, testing his reaction to see if she could notice anything else strange about him.

Bit let out a soft, and very fake laugh, not showing the slightest bit of concern for her as he brushed his hair back through his main.
“I-I mean… I yes… Of course you can use my shower.”

Petal leaned in, her face having the deep furrows of a frown painted across it as she took a deep sniff of his neck. The normal scent of her husband were all there, along with the smell of… Sex?

Maybe she had just interrupted him while he had been doing lewd things to himself. That would be why he was acting so strange, problem sol-

But then another scent caught her nose, her husband looked freaked out, but if they were getting into a contest of expressions, Petal’s would have won. She had the kind of expression someone would have if their whole world had been torn away from under her hooves, and then she had gone lower then rock bottom and kept falling.

It was such an intense burst of emotion that the hive mind struggled to contain it. In the end, it decided that containing her was more trouble then it was worth at the moment with all the other things it had going on.

“Where is she.” Petal hissed in a voice that sounded like someone who smoked six packs of cigars, ate a sandpaper sandwich, then washed it all down by drinking glass shards, so different from her normal cheery voice that Bit almost urinated all over the ground.

“W-where’s who?” Bit spat in a flustered voice, all the colour seeming to drain out of his face as Petal glared down at him with an expression that would have sent most stallions running for the hills.

Unfortunately for Bit, she was between him and the only exit.
“Where is she, I can SMELL her all over you. Where is the filthy fucking whore that dares touch my fucking husband!” She roared in that same horrible voice, loud enough that the walls shook.

There was a hint of movement from upstairs, and Petal tore past bit like a bloodhound after a face, taking them three at the time as she went crashing into the bedroom, not even taking the time to open the door. Instead it just sort of… Well, exploded off its hinges before her, collapsing into the bedroom with a dull thunk, almost like the door had given up on life before the fury of this mare.

She checked under the bed first, which was the most obvious place, all while making a growling noise reminiscent of a jet engine attempting to lift a plane off the ground.

Behind her, in a large walk in closet, she heard a sound. Instead of turning her body to face the noise and walking over to it, it was instead her head that turned to face it, and just her head. Petal’s neck made a horrible noise as the bones within popped apart, but the parasite’s abilities did a good job of keeping her alive and preventing it from hurting.
Her eyes glared darkly at the closet as she slowly turned her body to face the same direction as her head.
“I can hear you.” She said simply, in a voice like a death rattle.

The mare within the closet let out a loud cry of shock and terror, then attempted to run out of the room. She was a slim, athletic mare with black fur and green eyes that were currently filled with terror. Petal was not slim, nor athletic. She was built more for hugs then long walks.

And yet, Petal was faster. Her hooves grabbed the mare by her filthy blue mane, using this and a hoof to the chest to launch the mare backwards into a cabinet that had a make up mirror built into it.

The make up mirror did not last long, and Petal was stood there holding a clump of mane in her hoof as she watched the mare attempt to get back to her hooves. She could here her husband attempting to run up the stairs upon hearing the commotion, but he was too slow.

The stupid whore that had made the mistake of sleeping with her husband was attempting to get back to her hooves now, blood dripping out of a number of wounds on her side from where the glass shards had stabbed into her.

She did not give her chance to get up, moving forward with all the speed and grace of a gazelle and all the lethal cold precision of a knife, grabbing her by the neck and slamming her into the wall with a brutal amount of force, almost enough to crack her neck.

The mare squeaked softly and attempted to push her away with a hoof, but she was not bothered in the slightest by her struggles. This mare knew that petal was getting married and had tried to steal her husband.

“Please-” The mare weakly raped, beating at her hoof with a pathetic amount of force.

Petal gave her response, a voice that started off as a whisper, before becoming a terrifying roar.
“He. Is. MINE”

And with that, the mare was swung around in much the same fashion as a someone who was attempting to throw a discuses. She hit the window frame feet first, the glass shattering apart before her as Petal smacked her straight into the frame with all the force that she could muster.

The poor mare’s back let out a terrible crack as her spine broke, before Petal let her go, the remaining momentum carrying her out the window and sending her crashing to the ground below. The fall would not be enough to kill her, but with her spine broken like it was, she was not going anywhere. She could lie there and bleed out in the cold for all Petal cared.

Now that that was over and done with, she finally noticed that Bit was stood by the edge of the room, his eyes wide and his hooves quivering as he tried to take in what it was that his future bride had just done to the mare he had cheated on her with.

Before he had chance to say anything, Petal cut him off by simply declaring
“I’m horny,” As she marched towards him. Bit looked like he was about to have a heart attack as she moved towards him, but he was not able to do anything as his whole body had locked up.

Petal picked him up like he weighed nothing and tossed him onto the bed, the poor stallion finally settling on a response that he wanted to use in this situation, which was to scream as loudly as he was able.

A mere moment after he had started screaming, she stopped it however, roughly stuffing a hoof into his mouth as she climbed up onto the bed and looked over her cowardly mass of a husband. He was totally useless, he had cheated on her, and if that had been for love, she would have respected it, but his love had been attacked and he had done little more then stand there, watch, and likely piss himself.

He would be so much more useful once the hive mind managed to remake him, the hive mind which she had only just reconnected too. It had never experienced such an intense burst of emotion before, and was still reeling and attempting to figure out just what had happened, although now it was starting to calm down as it realized that she was reconnected and reunified now.

She sighed, taking a hoof from the stallion’s mouth as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She had the hive mind wipe all memories of who this stallion was from her mind.

Within moments, all the happy times, all the sad times, all of them were wiped away, and her expression hardened. She had a mission to recruit this stallion into the hive mind, and she knew exactly how she was going to do it.

A soft shudder ripped its way through her body as a large black organ that looked like a horse cock slowly spilled from out of her cunt, an organ that obviously did not belong within a mare, and yet it twitched to hardness anyway.

The stallion looked at the large throbbing cock that had just spilled from out of her snatch, and he once again attempted to scream, but this time they were stopped by a crudely crafted gag made from a torn off strip of pillow case.

His eyes were filled with fear, and he was struggling, but he had not yet been tied down to the bed. If he had wanted, this stallion could have put up a fight and attempted to escape if he had wanted, but he seemed too scared to do so.

Petal did not care in the slightest about how scared this stallion was, and she was glad that he did not struggle. She was going to take all the fear away, and replace it with happiness, and then she was going to go and make all the ponies she could feel the same way.

The stallion whimpered and squirmed beneath her as she wrapped her hooves tightly over his shoulders, puling him back against her as she begin to softly grind the quickly hardening organ against his flank, letting out a soft moan as her large horse cock slowly hardened and twitched against his flank, already ready to begin hammering the parasite into him that was going to make him so happy.

Thankfully for the stallion, while he might have made the massive mistake of pissing off his wife, the hive mind did not want to hurt him too badly if it could be avoided, and as such the thick futa length that had currently throbbed to life between her legs came pre lubricated as to cause the minimum amount of pain possible.

And luckily for the mare above him, it was still going to hurt like crazy when she buried it inside of him. She pressed her hips forward, teasing the head of the length against his ass once to smear a miniscule amount of lubrication on it, before she rammed her hips forward with all the enhanced strength that the parasite had given her.

The stallion let out a scream as the cock was forced into him, his ass not holding up for even a second against the brutal force with which it was pounded, spreading over the head of her length as she drove it forward, inch after inch of the thick futa length being drove into the screaming, squirming stallion, who could do little more then lie there and take it as tears begin to stream down his cheeks.

Petal did not care, for some reason she had decided that she really did not like this stallion, and the reasons behind that did not really matter, she was not going to go easy on him in the slightest. She kept pushing her hips forward until every inch of the thick futa length was buried inside of him, each inch bringing more and louder screams from the stallion as his virgin rear was absolutely destroyed by the abomination that was forcing into it.

Only once her hips met his rear did petal stop, panting softly as she stared down at the stallion lying beneath her, his face currently screwed up in pain as tears streamed down his cheeks. He clearly did not like the sex that he was receiving, but that did not matter, soon she would pound a parasite into him, and then he would never need to worry about being unhappy again!

She pulled her hips back, taking her massive length with her as the stallion let out a whimper. He was still begging her to stop, attempting to push her from atop him, and she ignored all of it, pinning him roughly against the bed as she prepared to begin hammering him.

Petal slammed her hips forward, and in an instant had hilted the whole of her massive futa length into the stallion, who certainly did not seem to like this as he let out a loud scream, his back arching and his hooves digging into the bed sheets as his face scrunched up.

But, even if he was in pain, it did seem that he was enjoying the stimulation at least a little, as his length was beginning to twitch to life between his legs, filling with his warm life blood, whether that be out of fear or possibly arousal.

It did not stop Petal in the slightest, he could scream in pleasure or pain, and it would not stop her in the slightest. She rammed her hips forward hard to bury the length inside of him, watching him scream and struggle beneath her, then pulled her hips back and prepared to give it to him again.

With each of her brutal thrusts, his length twitched, getting harder and harder until it pressed softly into Petal’s underside, each thrust now giving him the smallest amount of stimulation as her soft underside rubbed along his length.

The creature that had once been Petal could feel that she was getting close, it had not been a long session of sex, but that did not matter as her only goal was to implant the host, that was all that mattered.

As she slammed her hips forward again, she felt her orgasm rip through her, eyes rolling back in her head as wave after wave of mind numbing bliss washed through her body, thick spurts of parasite food being blasted into the stallion’s rear as he squirmed beneath her, still hard and desperate to get off, but for some reason Petal did not feel like helping him in achieving that goal.

She dumped all the parasite food she could into his rear, then let out a squeak of bliss as she felt the worm that begin to wiggle its way down her length. Her back arched lightly and she let out a loud gasp as the creature was forced from the head of her cock into the stallion, seeming to squirm around for a bit before finding the direction in which it needed to go.

Petal did not even take the time to bask in her afterglow, tearing her cock from out of the stallion and leaving him to transform and join the hive mind on the bed as she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

There was work to be done.