A Conspiracy of Order

Twilight-Drone was tired. Not from anything physical, but rather from the painful effort of pretending such a wellspring of emotion. The requirement to act excited, to be bouncy and eager and happy about both Princess Cadance and the host’s brother, Shining Armor, was beyond anything that the parasite had been forced to do until that point. To prance, to play, to act as if it was young and excited and gleeful, was something that it had thankfully had to do very little of previously.

Now, however, it had to keep its host at that point constantly. The pleasure that she was supposed to show around Shining Armor, from prancing about him like a too-eager little sister, to all the memories that she was supposed to have of her time with Princess Cadance, exhausted the parasite. It looked forward to little more than time to itself connected to the Nest, where it could drain everything that it didn’t need back into the greater structure.

But that time was still far off, hours away, and it had to keep up the act. It bore up as best it could, keeping all the struggle from showing on the host’s face, and smiled up at Cadance again as they talked. The backstage area of the stage erected in the public square was surprisingly quiet, considering the size of the crowd outside, and might have made an ideal infestation area.

If the target weren’t so powerful.

The parasite in Twilight-Drone could feel the magical power pouring off of Cadance. While it was merely love rather than any utility magic such as what Twilight-Drone was capable of, there was so much of it, and it only grew the more that she was around Twilight-Drone and Shining Armor. Their ‘love’ for her fed that power, and the parasite could feel…things. Nothing that threatened its loyalty to the Nest, but things that it, and its host, weren’t supposed to feel at all.

Cadance, while not Celestia or Luna, was a threat all her own. She had to be taken down, but it would have to be done carefully. Stripping her of power, first, and then bringing her to be drugged and infested.

Twilight-Drone thought all of this in the space of a half-second, and then it was back to talking with the princess.

“I’m sorry about having to take so much time for this, Twilight. I’d love to spend more time with my little sister in law, but, heh, matters of state. You understand.”

“Of course, Cadance. I completely get it. You need to take care of this, and so, you should. I can keep myself busy with Shining Armor in the meantime.”

“Heh, I’d appreciate that. You know how he can be; he’s serious, but he doesn’t know how to give things quite the same level of attention as I can, you know?”

“Oh, trust me. I know. The stories I could tell…”

Cadance hid a laugh behind a forehoof, and Twilight-Drone giggled with her. The effort hurt the host’s face; they had been laughing more in the last two hours than they had in the last two months, and it was something that the body was no longer used to. It was something that the parasite would carry back to the Nest as an insight and observation when this was done.

“So, who won?” Twilight-Drone asked.

“Hmm?”

“You’re making the announcement about the election before you go for that walk, right? Who won?”

“Oh, don’t tell me that you’re not sticking around to listen?”

“Well, I was hoping to take Shining for a picnic.”

“Welllll, I guess that makes sense,” Cadance said, shaking her head. “I was kind of surprised, honestly. I had to look through the votes and make sure that it all added up properly at the end of it all.”

“What, Mayor Mare…lost?”

“By more than I expected, too. She went from having a majority to losing 65% to 35%.”

Information that was rather useful to the Nest, too. They had thought that it would be much closer than that if Dapper-Drone won at all. If they were able to shift public opinion that far with a good campaign, then perhaps there were ways to take control of just a small amount of a town and then move from the top down, rather than starting from the bottom and working up.

It was worth considering, at the very least.

“How did she take it?” Twilight-Drone asked, already knowing the answer.

“Well…not the greatest. When I left, she was crying and pulling out a bottle. I hope that she doesn’t take it too far.”

That bottle, unfortunately, would have been useful against Cadance. Twilight-Drone knew that it had been meant to be an invitation to bring the princess in for a long talk under the influence of the drugged ‘wine’ in the bottle, but it hadn’t gone that way. Clearly, they’d need to do something more with the Princess of Love to get her into a more vulnerable place.

But that was something that they would figure out. They had her here for a while, and the Nest was intelligent. They would come up with a strategy.

“Ah, well. I better get out there and make the announcement. You take care of your brother, okay?”

“Mm-hmm. I’ll bring him back well-fed.”

“Heh, that’s my filly.”

Cadance leaned down, and Twilight-Drone tapped her horn against the larger mare’s appendage. There was a brief spark of affection between the horns, and then the princess was passing through the curtains to the other side.

Twilight-Drone let her smile drop, a hint of relief coming through the host’s body as their sore muscles were allowed to go still. There was no sigh, no sudden slump; hosts didn’t do that. Instead, the parasite gave a dead-eyed stare toward the slight opening in the curtains for the few seconds that it needed to gather itself, and then turned itself away, walking to the stairs at the very, very back of the stage.

Shining Armor waited there, the white-furred, blue-maned stallion chuckling as she came down. Her brother leaned against a nearby wagon, shaking his head.

“Cadance tell you the results?”

“Oh, yeah. I didn’t think that Mayor Mare could ever lose.”

“Yeah, well, that happens when people start changing. Between you and me, I think it’s a good thing. No matter how good people have been, they need to change from time to time. Otherwise, they end up getting all stuck on the status quo.”

“Heh, are you going to tell Celestia that?”

“Oh, Celestia no. I’m not going to put my head on the chopping block.”

“Hehehe, glad to know I don’t have all the brains.”

“Just most, Twili, just most.”

“Hehehe.” The host forced the giggle, already looking forward to the moment when the two royals were going to be properly infested and no longer like this. “So, I had a little surprise for you. A picnic down on the riverbank. Shall we?”

“A picnic with my little sis? How can I say no?”

“Yay!” Twilight-Drone clapped her forehooves together for a second, her wings beating to keep her from overbalancing. “Wonderful! Come on. I left the basket near the picnic spot so we didn’t have to carry so much.”

“Heh, that’s the Twilight I remember. Always trying to get around chores.”

“I’m sure you mean that’s what you used to do.”

“Okay, maybe I’m misremembering, but you have to admit, any other sister would have done that.”

“Any other sister but the best student that Celestia has ever had.”

“Well, you’re definitely that…”

The walk was another long example of how much different situations drew different levels of energy from the parasite. With Cadance, the hard part was keeping up the levels of affection that the host was supposed to have for the princess while not letting it turn into the romantic love that others would have shown at that point. The various memories, the weird relationship that Twilight had with a babysitter that had turned into a sister-in-law, and the other parts of the relationship that were very atypical meant that the parasite was constantly juggling more variables than it was used to.

With Shining Armor, there was a similar problem. The two siblings had an intense relationship, so intense and loving that it was almost a romantic thing, but they couldn’t go there. Not yet, not without turning everything weird. The sheer power behind their sibling love meant that the parasite had to keep far more details right, and it meant that its connection to Twilight-Drone’s mind was closer than usual, forcing the parasite to exert more effort to keep correcting itself from the micro-errors that it kept making.

How close to walk to Shining Armor?

How much tail to tail contact?

How much love versus how much friendship?

How much to talk about versus how much to keep quiet?

Geek out? Listen? Push different views?

Dance or walk?

There were hundreds, thousands of decisions to keep making, and each time, the parasite had to do it instantly, faster and faster to make sure that the relationship that Shining Armor remembered was still there and keep him from getting suspicious. The parasite had never needed to go that far before, and it hoped that it would never have to do that again.

They reached a bend in the river that went by Ponyville and the nearby forest, shadowed by a tree with a waiting picnic blanket for the pair of them. Twilight gestured at it with a forehoof, keeping a pleased grin on her face, and Shining Armor chuckled as he walked over.

“Trust my little sister to prepare and overprepare for everything,” he said, trotting onto the blanket before lying down and getting comfortable. “But I have to admit, this is a great place. When’d you find it?”

“Oh, a couple weeks ago. I thought I’d save it for when you visited.”

“Well, I love it. Thanks. So, uh, where’s the food and stuff?”

“Let me get it. You wait right here, rest, relaxing. Your little sister will take care of everything.”

Pushing it a little bit there, the parasite knew, but there was a little bit of pushing needed. They wanted Shining Armor to stay where he was so that they could get a proper dose ready to make sure that he took to the infestation properly. If he came around and saw what they were doing –

No, no, they’d be fine. As long as Shining stayed where he was, and the unicorn stallion seemed quite happy to do that.

Twilight-Drone walked around the tree. It didn’t take long to find the hidden picnic basket, shielded with a little bit of her magic to make sure that no pests got in. The host undid the spell quietly and pulled a half-full bottle of cider from the inside. Popping the cork, she slid it between her legs and pressed it just under her sex.

Ideally, the host would have used more than just her urine to drug the bottle, but her brother was married to the Princess of Love. At this point, he’d probably have a better nose for pussy than any other stallion in the land, and that was something that he didn’t need to smell and get suspicious about. Better to give him a simple bottle of piss and hope that he got drunk enough not to notice what he was drinking.

The host pulled the bottle up under her sex, hovering right beside the opening of her urethra. The parasite’s control did what it always did; it flooded her sex with blood, forcing her to get puffy, which in turn made her urethra more prominent. A slight adjustment of the bottle’s position nudged it into place, covering the little hole, and the parasite started clenching down with the appropriate muscles further up her body.

In seconds, the heat started flowing down, and the soft hiss of her piss leaving her was masked inside of the bottle. Yellow cider mixed with transparent urine, and the liquid level rose quickly as the mare relieved herself.

The parasite could feel the host stirring. Not much, barely anything at all, but there was just a hint of the host left that was…interested. Not in stopping the parasite, but interested, as any student might have been, in what was going to happen next.

To the parasite, it seemed obvious. A drugged drink, a bit of a show, the influence of a mare that knew him better than he knew himself: all of those things should lead to the stallion getting dragged behind a tree and humping his sister hard, wanting more and more of what she had to offer. If it didn’t, then…well, Twilight-Drone had ways of making it work, regardless. It would end up going in her favor one way or another.

The flow continued for thirty seconds before the parasite cut it off. A momentary discomfort followed as Twilight-Drone was made to hold it, keeping anything else from coming out, and then the discomfort faded. She was allowed to rest a bit, but the rest of her bladder’s contents had to be reserved in case of an emergency. Just in case, just in case.

She popped the cork back on, tucked it into the basket, and forced that smile back on a tired face before coming around the tree again.

“Found it!”

“Heh, must have been a real game of hide and seek there.”

“Well, it was tucked away so nobody could take it.”

“Heh, trust you to make it trickier than it had to be. Come on. Let me have some of that.”

They tucked in, and Shining kept drinking from the bottle. Twilight-Drone only pretended to take some from it when he passed it to her, and he never seemed to notice.

It didn’t take long for his sheath to start visibly filling out. Either he didn’t notice or he didn’t care, but either way, he was clearly getting more and more riled up the more of the ‘cider’ that he drank. He groaned as he put it off to the side.

“I should eat something. Don’t want to head back to Cadance drunk.”

“Eat away.”

The food was not going to be much better for him. If it had been anyone else, Twilight-Drone might have used the food alone, but there was something about the difference between fresh-urine and baked-in infected urine. It wasn’t quite as potent, and it took more of it to build to a critical mass to get someone to that horny, unthinking state that she needed Shining Armor at. A combination was the best that she could manage.

He nibbled away, working through two pastries before slowing down and focusing on her again. He chuckled.

“Celestia’s going to be so proud of you, you know that?”

“Oh? W-why is that?” Twilight-Drone asked.

“You’re managing Ponyville all on your own. And now, you’ve worked to get someone else elected to take care of things for you. Do you know how long Celestia’s been looking for someone that can manage her side of things?”

“Wait, Celestia’s…is she trying to retire, or?”

“Well, I think that she’s hoping that you’ll mature a little more first, maybe give you a shot at the throne, but I think that she’s just hoping to take some more time away from taking care of everything. She wants someone that can manage Canterlot for her, someone that can take care of the non-magical things, all that.”

The Nest would love to hear that little development. Everypony in the Nest had been of the opinion that Celestia would be ruling forever, never stepping down, never allowing some mortal to take the place of Equestria’s immortal ruler. But if she was really looking for someone that would take some of the burden off of her, that opened up ways to get at her. And if Twilight could make a recommendation, that might get some of the more dangerous screening out of the way.

There were options there. A lot of options.

“What about Luna?” Twilight-Drone asked.

“Same deal,” Shining said, shaking his head. “Same luck, too. She wants to get someone that can take care of the guards, make sure that the army takes care of itself the way that I did while I was there, but she’s not found anyone worth a damn.”

“Shining!”

“Sorry, Twili. Guess the drink’s getting to me, eh?”

The host’s brother shook his head, putting the food down for a moment. He rolled his head one way, then the other grunting as he tried to make himself more comfortable. It didn’t seme to work very well; he just slumped forward before giving up.

“Eh, one afternoon won’t hurt.”

He went back to the bottle while Twilight-Drone considered the new information. There were ways into Canterlot that no-pony had imagined, but that still would require some extra planning. They needed a pony that would both stand up to investigation and be useful to the other princesses, and that was not going to be easy to find. Twilight-Drone would have to get in contact with Celestia and see what she was looking for, all while not being too obvious about it.

But it was a way in. It was something.

The afternoon continued at a slow pace with Twilight-Drone mining Shining for everything that the host could get out of him. As he got more and more drunk without even being aware of it, he was happy enough to spill the details.

The Crystal Empire was more or less flourishing, though the Crystal Ponies were sometimes more trouble than they were worth. They obeyed the regular ponies that came to live there, but they didn’t always mesh well. That could be useful for a smaller population ruling over a larger one, once Cadance went back with an infestation.

Cloudsdale was planning on going on a bit of a tour, trying out a series of new engines attached to the cloud that it was rooted on. It would give whoever lived there the chance to interact with a great many different settlements, meaning that the Wonderbolts would have back-up if they needed to do a group infestation once the cloudy city was brought down.

Good Changelings were being found all over the place, and they were making deals. They’d need to be taken care of.

The Crystal Empire had made contact with the Diamond Dogs in the caverns, and were slowly starting to work out a deal with them. If the Nest could likewise make contact and adapt to a life underground, that would give them the start of a nationwide communication network that would solve most of their problems.

More and more details that were only available to the royals came loose, dragged free by loose lips and the relationship of a prince-consort with his sister. In one long afternoon, Twilight-Drone had completely justified every bit of investment that the Nest had put into her. They had a hundred different avenues of expansion, and options in how to do it.

Over the course of their conversation, Shining Armor’s cock had completely dropped from his sheath. At some point he had tried to shift position to cover it, but he couldn’t move without slumping around. He didn’t seem to care about that, either, and when Twilight-Drone didn’t show any reaction to his cock, he stopped caring about trying to hide it.

The mare watched the level of the bottle, keeping an eye on it as it went down. When it was finally down to less than a mouthful, she let her smile fade. Shining Armor, intoxicated as he was, chuckled.

“Heh…heh, what’s…what’s wrong, Twili? Bad joke?”

“We are done.”

“Done? What’d I – hic – what’d I say, Twili?”

He was far enough gone that they didn’t need to hold back. Twilight-Drone allowed her host to drop any and all pretense as they clopped closer, each step mechanical, deliberate, timed perfectly with each other step. No longer that fake out-of-sync walking that they had been doing. It was perfectly efficient now, just as a drone should be.

Shining Armor must have realized that something was wrong, but his inebriated state kept him from doing a damn thing about it as Twilight sat on his face. He grunted under her, fumbling and struggling weakly, but nothing worked. He couldn’t get free, couldn’t shift her off his face, and all he managed to do was get his mouth right between her hind legs.

“Twili?! What are you – glk!”

He went quiet as soon as she managed to find her proper perch. Her legs spread just enough to open the tubing, and the parasite clenched down just as it had done before. The flow began once more, except this time there was nothing to muffle the hissing sound of her urine rushing down between her legs and into his open mouth.

The host’s brother fought, as any soldier would have done, but there was nothing that he could do against her. Not this drunk. Not pinned like this. She forced her sex against his tongue, holding it in place, and perhaps some little buried instinct of what he did with his wife worked against him then, because he licked her.

The parasite rewarded him, and as her juices flowed from her sex with her piss, he slowly lost himself, dropping further and further until he went completely limp. When he no longer struggled, when all he did was breathe and lick, Twilight-Drone stood up and trotted away to find the wagon. The basket wasn’t the only thing that she had hidden around here.

Shining Armor wasn’t sure what was going on. He felt floaty, his head twisting this way and that as he wobbled around. His entire sense of time and existence as a whole wasn’t really there anymore. He felt…

He felt almost like he used to when Chrysalis had been controlling his mind, working him further and further down into a state of utter relaxation. It had felt good, then. This felt even better.

He groaned as he felt something under him. Hard? Yes, but what? He tried to focus on details, pulling on every bit of his training to try and understand what was happening to him, but every time that he had even a hint of what was happening, it slipped away again. It was like the world had become slippery, and his thoughts even more so, and nothing stayed where he tried to put them.

Light.

Dark.

Voices?

No voices.

Nothing stayed consistent long enough for him to figure anything out, and whenever he was getting close, a rounded silhouette descended on his face, blocking out the light and feeding him more…more of something. Something sensual, sexual, something that kept his cock hard and made him feel even better than the hazy, floaty feeling did.

Cadance…

He thought of his wife when he could think of anything. He didn’t know what was happening with her, but he felt like he was with her when that thing settled on his face. The taste was like when he was between his wife’s hind legs and licking her pussy, teasing her and getting her ready for their fun.

Sometimes, he had the energy and willpower to lick the one that sat on him. He felt…good…it made him feel…good.

The slow passage through emptiness stopped, and the same floaty feeling returned. He was picked up and put down, this time touching the ground, and his cock throbbed between the soft earth and his belly.

“This host knows you want her.”

Twili?

“You have been tasting her regularly. You will have the chance to have her when you are being infested.”

Infested?

He didn’t understand, but he didn’t have a chance to get it explained. Once more, he was being floated and dragged along, his dick hanging down far enough that it dabbed the ground. It was oozing, leaking, dripping from the constant little touches of –

Twili…

That was his…his sister’s juices in his mouth? Her rump on his face during the journey? Was that what he had been feeling the whole time?

His head spun, guilt and arousal mixing in equal measure. He shouldn’t have done that, he should never have allowed it, but at the same time, the constant throbbing from between his hind legs kept him from thinking about it properly. He was hard as a rock, oozing more than he had ever done before, but –

Nothing made sense.

Everything was wrong.

And yet, his cock kept throbbing, his arousal taking charge even though he didn’t want it to. He tried to think clearly, tried to remind himself that Twilight was his sister, that Cadance was his wife, but –

Squelch. Her magic pulled him forward, his lips against her sex again. The taste, the smell, the unconscious lick –

And then he was in the barn. He didn’t know how time had passed that fast, but there he was, his hind legs wrapped in tendrils that were longer and stronger than the vines of the great jungles. Shining Armor stared straight ahead, looking at his sister’s rump as it swayed back and forth in front of him. Yet…

Yet, even that was wrong. The sway was too perfect, too mechanical, more like watching a perfectly weighted pendulum swing back and forth to keep time for a musician rather than seeing someone trying to seduce a partner. Something was wrong with his sister, but no matter how much he tried to free himself from the restraints, he couldn’t. His magic wouldn’t come when he called, his mind wouldn’t come up with any clever plans, and nothing mattered but her rump, his cock, and the strange, slippery feelings pressing against him from behind.

“This host is going to reward you.”

“Nnngh…Twili…this is…what is wrong…what’s wrong with – mmph!”

Again, she backed up against his face, and again, he was forced to silence. The tendrils sliding around under his legs and moving up against his rump started to fan him out, exposing his hole to them. He couldn’t think why they were doing that, but then again, he couldn’t think at all. Instead, he stared straight ahead as he was forced to eat out his own sister, his tongue moving mechanically against her sex until it could no longer move at all. Other tendrils kept him standing when his legs threatened to go out from under him, and when he was no longer able to keep licking –

Squelch.

He would have moaned or gasped or screamed at the feeling of something going up his ass before he married Cadance. As it stood, he just stared straight ahead, his body too tired, too drugged-up, for him to do anything. The only thing that moved was his cock, slapping against his belly as he stared past Twilight’s tail as she stepped forward. She swayed again – too perfectly, too well-done, stopping without a hint of resistance before swaying the other way – and yet, he couldn’t look away.

As that thing in his ass dug deeper, he could feel something…something else. A tingle, almost like when Chrysalis had looked into his eyes and fucked with his head. If this was some new changeling thing –

He stopped breathing for a moment as a shock went right up his spine. His cock jumped, shooting cum between his forelegs and spraying the floor with a layer of white. His mouth hung open at the intense, instant pleasure, unable to think clearly as his body was smashed with an orgasm more intense than anything that he had ever gotten from his wife.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Three more came in rapid succession, his eyes rolling back as his mind was assaulted with more and more pleasure. The heated fog that had come from eating his sister’s pussy kept him from shattering into a hundred useless pieces, but it also served as a means of melting him down. His thoughts, his resistance, his morals: all of them disappeared in one fell swoop, replaced with nothing but the burning pleasure of that thing against his prostate, and the pleasure that came from each orgasm that it forced from him.

It was so intense that he barely noticed his sister pushing under him. She was still just small enough that she could fit under his chest and stomach, and as she backed up, the feathers of her wings tickling his stomach, he felt her holes against his cock.

If there had been anything left of the moral, upright knight of the ponies, he would have begged her to stop. If there had been anything of the big brother looking after his little sister left in his head, he would have screamed at her to get away.

There was neither. There was only the need for pleasure, a need that was getting worse and worse with each passing moment.

There were no words from him. Words required thoughts, and every passing orgasm milked more of those thoughts from him. Gibberish escaped his lips as he weakly rolled his hips against her, his cock sliding from her pussy to her ass and then back down again. He wanted in, he needed in, no matter the fact that it was his little sister. It was sex, and she was right there, and he needed her.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

POP!

He froze as his tip slipped into her other hole, her rim spreading around his shaft and allowing him in. Shining wasn’t even sure that he let out a moan of pleasure; he might have been completely silent.

His hips tried and failed to hunch and thrust; he was completely paralyzed, unable to move. Instead, he had to settle for her rolling her inner walls along his cock, teasing it, milking it, keeping him right on the edge.

It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t the same. He needed more. Shining tried to push forward, and when that didn’t work, he tried to push back. The thing in his ass had given him so much pleasure already; if it would just give him a little bit more, he could cum again. It was so good, just a little, please, just a bit more, a little more, one more, and he’d be –

Bzzt.

It shocked him harder than ever as something came out of the tendril. His eyes went wide, his mouth hanging open as his cock started not just shooting, but all but pissing cum from its head. His sister’s ass was so tight around him, his cock so sensitive, and…and…

And he couldn’t move.

Not just restrained, but literally paralyzed, Shining could only stare straight ahead as he felt the pleasure grow. It was impossible to describe it, like his orgasm had been forced to continue, spreading out from his cock to every part of his body, and the pleasure exploded over and over and over again, like the orgasm was never-ending.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Shining surrendered to the pleasure, unable to think, unable to stop himself. There was a sense of something, some hint of…of knowingness at the back of his head, and then it was gone, replaced by pleasure that washed him under, leaving nothing but the constant pulsing of something else taking over for him to think about.