A Conspiracy of Order

Rainbow-Drone, as well as Rarity-Drone, Applejack-Drone, Pinkie-Drone, Fluttershy-Drone, and Twilight-Drone, was hooked up to the Nest. The crisscrossing mesh of roots and lines between the different Nest trees meant that it no longer mattered which of the trees they were connected to. The two full-grown Nests of Ponyville were able to share whatever information they wanted, and in the case of the one at Sweet Apple Acres, the two connected roots that it shared with the hospital Nest was enough to carry information into the network. Not as quickly, not from as many hosts at once, but enough for this.

Rainbow-Drone stared straight ahead as the host kept her hips and rump pressed flush against the trunk of the tree. The roots were only partially used these days; ever since the tree had evolved and the Nest had merged with it, the tendrils that emerged from the tree itself were sufficient to link with the Nest and get this done. She could feel the little tickling sensation of leaves against her hole, the smaller vines pulling the lips of her rim aside to allow a thicker thing inside, and –

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

The pleasure that had once rocked her world had turned into something almost routine. No less powerful, and no less needed, but without the same shocking feeling that it had been during her infestation. The host’s body reacted, oozing down her hind legs and puddling between her hooves, but that was as far as it went. The tell-tale muscle twitches of an orgasm were long-gone, and the need that had resulted in shaking and the desire to push back had been buried beneath the power of the parasite and the greater Nest.

The time had come, the host was realizing, for the Nest to expand. The plans were being pushed into its brain, some images coming through as they were implanted.

Cadance on the road, stopping and leaving connecting saplings for an eventual network all the way to the Crystal Empire.

Mayor Mare on a vacation trip to some other town, bringing with her a sapling to start a ‘garden’ that would slowly grow to incorporate others that had also retired there.

An expansion of the Cake business, spreading with the trading efforts of the Apple family, bringing drugged food all through the land of Equestria.

But that was just the start. Their expansions had to go further, embed more deeply, if they were ever going to have a chance against the princesses that ran the day and night. If they were ever to have a chance against Celestia and Luna, they would need a great deal more to make it happen.

Rainbow-Drone stared straight ahead, seeing nothing but the pulsing images that popped into the host’s head. There were other echoes, things that were being sent to the other mares that had used the Elements of Harmony. She could feel the echoes of them, knew that they were going to be sent out to different places.

A cloud of dust, warm and bright, with the sun setting a brilliant orange and setting the whole place afire with its glittering colors. Appleloosa, with the herds of pony and more to be claimed.

A city, skyscrapers, clawing at the heavens, with ponies that were civilized and well-mannered, but quick and brusque at the same time.

A rocky place, home to few, but those few being strong and quiet, a perfect place for a small cult of the Nest.

A forest, climbing high, filled with strange creatures that needed to either be dealt with or brought under the Nest properly.

And then it came to her. Rainbow-Drone stiffened ever so slightly as the information pulsed hotter up her spine, going from that connection point to her skull in record time. The hotter exchange burned in her, making her insides clench down, pulling on it as if her asshole might milk the tendril for more information more quickly. Impossible, of course, but biology was what it was, even with the power of the parasite.

A city in the clouds floating over Equestria, a place where the Pegasi held power and few others were allowed. A place where Rainbow-Drone was welcome, a place that meant home for her. A place where she was a celebrity for being on the Wonderbolts.

That was her place.

That was where she would be sent to accomplish the needs of the Nest.

Rainbow-Drone did not nod, nor did she feel any sense of pride for being given an assignment that was likely key to the Nest’s gradual takeover. Having the power of Cloudsdale on the side of the Nest meant that the weather of Equestria would be more or less in the hands of the parasites. They would be able to turn the weather of the entire kingdom around if they so chose. Sun, rain, whatever they wanted would be the weather of the day, and it would keep the rest of the kingdom from moving as easily.

War, if it came to that, would be much more easily won with Cloudsdale subdued. The Nest did not want that, but it would plan for it. Having Shining Armor as a host had filled it with the knowledge of battle and combat, and tactics were as much part of the Nest’s knowledge now as the need to infest hosts.

Rainbow-Drone, just like the others, would be given a sapling to take with her. Cloudsdale would be harder to find a place to plant it, but as it was kept in the sky rather than on the ground, that sapling would have a specific advantage once she managed to find a place to put it. Unlike the earth, which took time to burrow through, the Nest would be able to dig through cloud at speed. They could reach out and infest faster than in other others, and hide more easily when it came down to it.

All she had to do was find a place to put it. Once she’d accomplished that rather hard task, the rest would come easily.

The Nest pulsed a rewarding blast of pleasure up the host’s spine, reducing any further independent thought to a quivering mess. Rainbow-Drone drooled between her hind legs, her anus squeezing around the tendril all the harder. Even the parasite had felt that little blast through the host, and it was good.

The tendril pulled out slowly, and the blue pegasus stood there as it processed the last of the information. When it was completely settled, the host took a step forward. The soft cramping feeling of being in one place for so long faded away after a few more, and the soft tingle of resting its rump against the wall for nearly two hours disappeared shortly after.

Two other ponies – Twilight-Drone and Pinkie-Drone – also disengaged with the Nest. The pink mare looked more dead than the rest of them with the emptiness in her eyes. The life that had filled it before, the constant party and joy, was well and truly gone. There was nothing but the stare of a creature that had been broken to the needs of a greater mind. Though there was no issue with pretending otherwise in public, the emptiness there would have been disturbing to any non-host.

Thankfully, they were all hosts. There was nothing but familiarity to them there; they all had the same look.

Rainbow-Drone turned to Twilight-Drone.

“Your host is not assigned?”

“This host stays.”

“You are still damaged?”

“The recovery is almost complete, but that is not why this host is staying. This host is staying because it has been told to stay.”

Rainbow-Drone understood. The question had come less out of concern or curiosity, and more whether it had missed something. If the Nest had orders for Twilight-Drone to stay in Ponyville, then the Nest knew best. No further questions were needed.

As for the other hosts, Rainbow-Drone knew that they would be disconnecting elsewhere. Rarity-Drone and Fluttershy-Drone were at the hospital Nest, likely being treated for their trips to Manehattan and the Everfree Forest. Both would require some extra bit of work to get there, the former needing some medical papers to ensure that you were healthy on arrival, the latter needing medical supplies even for an experienced person to get through. They would be fine, however.

Applejack-Drone would be disconnecting on the farm, likely getting ready to pack for a train trip to Appleloosa. The rest of the family would stay busy with expanding the businesses of the Cake bakers – and likely the other bakers in town, for that matter – so that they could spread the drugged food across Equestria. The infected baked goods wouldn’t have the same potency that they had in-town while fresh, but they would at least give the food a different taste, perhaps driving a little additional tourism to get such food when it was at its best, and at the very least, pushing other ponies to prefer it over the other baked goods in their town.

Then, when the Nest started expanding with new hosts that used the Cake recipe –

Rainbow-Drone hadn’t realized that was part of the plan, but as the parasite rolled through it, preparing for departure, it found that and other little tidbits tucked into its mind. There were a hundred little details that were not pertinent to its own duties that it had been given for context, but which didn’t come up until it was needed. The Nest made sure that they were equipped with all that they needed to know, but ensured that it wouldn’t be distracting until it was called for.

Just as it should be.

Leaving the basement, Rainbow-Drone felt a twinge that tugged her head to one side. She found herself looking at Gilda-Drone, waiting a few paces from the basement door. The griffon gave her a sharp, teasing look, and the rest of the plan unfolded.

Gilda-Drone would come along for the journey to Cloudsdale. The purpose would become clear on the journey.

“Heh, going my way?” Gilda-Drone asked, dropping into her more ‘public’ voice as she fell in step behind the mare.

“Heh, I think you’re going mine.”

“Hey, Rain-Butt, you’re walking with me, not the other way around.”

Was it needed to do this in the library? Probably not, considering the sheer number of hosts around them, but there was always the chance one of the increasingly-shrinking numbers of ‘free’ ponies had come in for the day. For all that the library was considered one of the safe spaces for the infested, it was best not to take risks that would put the whole Nest in jeapordy.

They walked out of the library together, making small-talk as they rounded the building. The commands of the Nest led them right to the pre-prepared saplings. Though they were unmarked in their little pots, the Nest had made it clear which one was hers. Rainbow-Drone picked it out without hesitation, dragging it back with a rope wrapped around the pot. The rope that she used for the pulling dragged at the corner of her mouth a bit, but it was nothing that the host couldn’t ignore.

Pulling it down the road, the host walked in silence. Gilda-Drone didn’t have to say anything; without someone to talk to, the other host could be quiet and aloof and nobody would question it. Both of them liked the silence as they made their way through Ponyville to the far side where the landing strips for pegasi were kept.

Yet, in that silence, they also observed the continuing changes. The library incident, as it had come to be called, continued to drive uninfested ponies to their check-ins at different places in town. Those that went in to be infested came out completely changed, though without the signs that others would pick up on. Those that were considered less-valuable targets were drugged, instead, and came out loopy, feeding into the suspicion that there was something wrong with them or with the town.

And at the same time, Dapper-Drone was getting all the credit as mayor for making the hard decisions to keep things shut down while the town was ‘cared for.’ The public meeting places, the restaurants, everything was closed. And while ponies were not entirely happy, Rainbow-Drone had heard them say that it was a relief to not have to worry about catching whatever was in the air from the library.

It also meant that they didn’t have a chance to interact, socialize, or see what might have happened to some of the drones while the new hosts were recovering from the infestation. Treatment and isolation combined to create a constant cycle of new hosts that were never going to be discovered.

The plan was working.

Gilda-Drone and Rainbow-Drone finally arrived, and the rest of the Wonderbolts were waiting for them. Spitfire and Soarin, in particular, were tapping their hooves impatiently for take-off.

“What the heck is that?” Spitfire asked, gesturing at the tree pot.

“It’s a gift,” Rainbow-Drone said, spitting out the rope. “Thought I’d bring it home with me.”

“Oh, hell. You think that you can keep up with that thing weighing you down?”

“Hey, I’ve been training with sandbags while you have been training with nothing. You think this weighs half that much?”

“Heh, well, can you keep it balanced?” Soarin asked.

“If I get a little help, yeah. Just gotta lash it down.”

“Ugh. I hate delays,” Spitfire muttered. “Alright, Dash. If you can get it secured in five minutes, you can bring it with you. If not, it stays here. Understood?”

“Understood, ma’am.”

“Then get to it.”

The rope-work had been slapdash, but it held together long enough for that first flight to go over without a hitch. They reached their campsite a few hundred miles away, and despite the host’s tiredness, Rainbow-Drone had managed to keep up with the rest of the Wonderbolts. Not without a little bit of struggle on the part of the host, though, and not without Spitfire throwing her some testing moments, either.

The host managed not to pant as she joined the rest of the Wonderbolts around the campfire that Spitfire started almost as soon as she hit the ground. The other blue-uniformed ponies looked at her with a mix of surprise and respect as she stumbled over to the campfire.

“Color me impressed,” Spitfire said, shaking her head. “I thought for sure that you’d have to drop that thing.”

“Heh…I don’t quit.”

“Yeah, obviously,” the head of the team said, shaking her head. “Damn. Looks like you’re still worth it, Dashie.”

“Heh, three cheers for Dashie!” Soarin called.

As the rest of the team applauded, the host hyped up her own reactions, posing and bowing her head repeatedly to all the praise. Gilda-Drone groaned, rolling her eyes as she sat down in front of the fire. The griffon looked around, and another little detail unlocked itself in Rainbow-Drone’s head.

Distract. Entice. Hold attention.

It was unlikely that they would have the chance to fully infest someone while they were on the road; the sapling didn’t have a full capability to create parasites just yet, and a sudden change would be noticeable in any pony that was partially programmed. The Wonderbolts had performed together too long to not notice something happening. The only reason Rainbow-Drone had gone undetected so far was due to the fact that she had to fulfill other duties beyond just performing. She wasn’t at every single practice as a result, and that meant that she could have a few quirks that the others just let pass.

Soarin or Spitfire, on the other hand, would have even the slightest tweak noticed almost immediately. She’d have to start slow, working them up to a point of infestation when they got back to Cloudsdale. But that didn’t mean that she couldn’t do something before that.

Gilda-Drone was already making the moves on some of the other ponies present. The mares and the stallions alike got attention, including Spitfire, but the main point wasn’t to seduce any specific pony. It was to keep the rest of the team distracted while Rainbow-Drone did what she needed to do.

Shucking off the plant and setting it down by the fire, she turned her attention to Soarin. The blue-white pegasus was staring at Gilda-Drone as she flaunted herself, his horny eyes going right to her plump rump, when Rainbow-Drone nudged him from the side.

“I need to take a little walk. Why don’t you come with me?”

“Oh, uh, I mean – aw…”

In his moment of distraction, Soarin had lost his chance. Gilda had spread her wings out around two of the other stallions on the team, whispering naughty things in their ears while flaunting her rump more in Spitfire’s direction. Even if the others were still competing, he had lost the chance to be part of the competition.

“Sure. I could use a walk.”

They left the fireside, initially in the direction of the road that led out from Ponyville to one of a dozen different towns before Cloudsdale, but then toward some of the greenery in the shadowy darkness outside of the campfire light. Rainbow-Drone flashed a naughty smile, encouraged by the parasite and its knowledge of what she’d picked up from Soarin before.

“So, miss flying behind me today?” Rainbow-Drone asked.

“Huh? I’m always flying ahead of you.”

“Not when I’m flying in practice. Think I don’t see you staring at my ass all the time?”

“Heh, you noticed that?”

“You’re staring at me more than at one of Applejack’s apple pies.”

“Hey. Nothing beats apple pies.”

“Except Rainbow-‘cake’, eh?”

She cocked her hips to the side, all but cracking her tail like a whip. The moonlight was barely enough to let him see anything, she knew, but she could feel his eyes under her tail, glued to her sex and her rim. Glancing over her shoulder, she confirmed it. The host sputtered with a bitten-off chuckle, pretending amusement.

“Just like I thought. That’s why you keep flying behind. You want to perv on my ass, don’t you?”

“Well, um, I – okay, okay, you caught me on that one. But can you blame me? It looks so good.”

“Heh, I know. Best butt in the team.”

“Better than Spitfire’s…”

“Don’t let her catch you saying that…but thanks. Maybe I’ll let you get a closer look in a bit.”

“Wha – holy – are you…are you flirting with me, Dashie?”

“Maaaaybe. Or maybe I’m just being a real tease. Maybe if you don’t stand up for yourself a little, you won’t get anything.”

It was a bit of a gamble, a means of finding out what he wanted and how it would go to try and seduce him. There wasn’t much known about him; he might be more of a top that needed to be teased into it, or he might be something more submissive, someone that needed to be encouraged and ordered around.

Either way, the drone would be getting him to taste her tonight, and once he got drunk a few times on infested fluids, she had no doubt that he’d be addicted to the need that it gave him. She’d have him coming ‘round all the time back in Cloudsdale, and it wouldn’t take long before he would do what he was told, even uninfested. That arousal, that desperation that only came from the infested piss and arousal fluids, would drive him crazy if he decided to try and quit her.

They’d just rounded a tree – a good place to use as an excuse for a piss-break – when he leaned under her tail. Rainbow-Drone pretended to be surprised, ‘yelping’ and biting off the sound when he stuck out his tongue and ground it against her sex.

“Ah! Mmmph…not wasting any time…are you?”

“Heh, well…you invited me…Told me to just –”

“Stop talking – mmmph – and keep licking.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He dug his tongue in obediently, shoving it past her pussy lips and going deep. The host body was already responding with arousal from being tasted, but the parasite was pushing it further, making her completely drenched back there. No holding back, no hint of doubt that she was getting into it. The whole point was to make Soarin feel like a real stud, to encourage him and get him completely drunk on her juices.

The slicker she got, the better it worked.

It didn’t take long before Soarin was moaning behind her, the sound muffled between her hind legs as she kept up the act of being completely in thrall to how ‘good’ his tongue was. He worked it in deep, one forehoof against her hips, and she lifted her front legs to brace against the tree. That let him get in deeper, and while the host was enjoying it, it wasn’t so good as the parasite acted out that it was.

“Yeah…mmmph…get in…get in there…”

The soft moans that were coming from her lips would have embarrassed the host at one point, but now, they were just part of the act. Thrust her hips back, rolling her pussy against his tongue, grinding him deeper inside. Yes, there, have him lick there, make him lick through all the juices that were, by now, running down his chin. They were plentiful, thick, and heavy with the potent power of the infected.

He moaned as he kissed her clit, slowly transitioning from thrusting his tongue inside of her to slowly licking from her clit up to her asshole. Each long lick drew more of her fluids from her, and he seemed to have no inclination to do anything but swallow it down. She pressed against him, all but swallowing his head between her cheeks, and he didn’t protest. Not even a hint of it.

The smell in the air was thick with the scent of mare cunt, but she could just about smell the musk of a stallion’s shaft, too. He had dropped, then, his body giving into the urges that her juices were giving him. She risked looking over her shoulder.

Soarin himself was barely standing, his eyes glazed over as he licked almost mechanically between her hind legs. Each lap against her sex was still just as good as it had been, but the pressure and need behind it was lacking. He was going limp, wobbling more and more with each lick.

It was time.

One little buck of her hips shoved him backward. He hit the ground and rolled, the soft greenery that lined the earth keeping him from making much noise. He groaned, chuckling quietly, his head rolling around as he tried to keep his eyes on her.

“Nnngh…what…what was that…for?”

“Quiet.”

She shushed him, though her face had long since lost the pretense of a proper expression. She trotted over him, looking down at his face, and – with all the technical precision of something that felt nothing for what they were doing – aimed her hips.

Then, she sat.

The soft squelch of her still-dripping sex meeting his face was enough to hear, but hopefully not enough to spread. The further-off sounds of grunts and partying going on back at the campfire should hide what they were doing for the most part, but Rainbow-Drone still wanted to act quickly.

“You’re going to drink something special today, Soarin,” she said, her voice completely at odds with her face. She sounded as seductive as any experienced mare, but her face was devoid of emotion. Nothing but emptiness crossed her slack muzzle. “You’re going to drink my piss.”

“Wha – mmmph – Nnngh…”

He didn’t have a chance to protest. The pussy juices were better for sheer potency, but even the parasite had a limit of how much it could make at once, and there was far more of the urine stream. Weaker it might be, but there was so much more, and it came out far, far faster than the alternative.

The parasite’s control of the host’s body was perfect. It sent a signal up the spine, which the brain acknowledged. The brain then sent a signal back, pulsing through the nerves right down to the bladder. The muscles around it spasmed, pulled tight, and then began the controlled, rhythmic, consistent squeeze that pushed all the contents down.

It happened in the space of a mere couple of seconds, and by the end of it, a muted hiss was barely audible over the soft grunts and complaints coming from beneath her. Rainbow-Drone straddled his face, pissing down his throat, his mouth wide open and unable to be closed without help at this point. The fluids that she’d dripped into him would keep him more or less catatonic for a while.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

The host was rewarded with pleasure for trapping the new victim. He didn’t have a chance to get away from her; all he could do was stay there, on his back with his mouth open, his cock throbbing helplessly against his belly as he swallowed the infected urine pouring from her. His eyes were blank, completely glazed over, and she imagined that what little consciousness he had was probably more focused on the best pleasure-high that he’d ever had rather than the fact that he’d been completely overwhelmed by her.

The parasite completely emptied their bladder into the stallion, making him drink the infected stuff until there was nothing left. Just as the last few droplets played over his tongue, his cock jumped, and Rainbow-Drone felt the splatter, squish, splatter of a male’s seed hitting her rump.

Looking back, she could see the ‘frosted’ effect on her rump cheeks, and supposed that was actually a good thing. The whole ‘absconding to the forest’ for pleasure wasn’t going to be that believable if she didn’t have at least a little bit of a ‘mark of shame.’ It worked out well that she’d gotten it now.

Soarin, however…

The host stood up, and the stallion remained where he was, his mouth hanging open and his eyes rolled back in their sockets. He was completely insensate.

As the parasite reevaluated what Soarin could and couldn’t take, it also made plans. It could to back to the campfire in a few moments, get some water with the excuse that Soarin wasn’t quite up to Dashie’s standards, and spread a bit of good-natured teasing among the rest of the team. That, in turn, would make some of the other members of the team curious what her standards were and more likely to try and initiate something on their own. Spitfire would likely be a little jealous, as far as Rainbow Dash’s memories showed, and that would lead to a potential future confrontation between them.

It was all understandable, all easy to plan for. All she had to do was keep on the same track that she was already on.

Rainbow-Drone stepped away from the catatonic future addict, making her way back to the campfire. Unsurprisingly, Gilda-Drone was well-frosted as well, her sex and her pucker completely drenched. Spitfire remained where they’d left her, rolling her eyes and seated by the fire.

“Where’s Soarin?” she asked.

“Couldn’t keep up,” Rainbow-Drone said, chuckling. “Need some water for him before he can go a second round.”

“Wait. You two –”

“Yup.”

“And he –”

“Yup.”

“And you –”

“Oh, yeah.”

“…That boy still needs so much training.”

“In so many ways, but I think I can train him for this. I know what I’m doing, heh,” Rainbow-Drone said, rooting through the gear until she found where the water bottles were kept. “I’ll be back in an hour. I think he’s good for that much more.”

“…Just make sure that you get some sleep tonight. We’re starting early tomorrow.”

The rest of the trip went in similar fashion. The journey to Cloudsdale took a total of five days, and each night, something different happened.

The first night, she took Soarin off the beaten track again and got him used to taking her piss in doses. Small ones, making him feel high and a bit drunk, but not completely out of it. The parasite tested his tolerance to it, making sure that he never got more than he could handle; the day’s flight had been rather interrupted due to his lack of real sleep and the way that he hadn’t been at peak performance, and that couldn’t be repeated.

The second night, she allowed some of the other males to watch as Soarin got a good drink and then rutted her hard from behind. Rainbow-Drone let the pleasure show on her face, but it was something that she kept a little muted. Despite that, some of the other stallions were watching her with some obvious want and need, and they weren’t missing the way that Soarin had better stamina after sucking down her ‘juices.’ The aphrodisiac high meant that he had more staying power, and perhaps a little thicker erection.

Gilda-Drone was busy both of those nights, too. The Wonderbolts had the same low-level rivalry with griffons as most other pegasi did, and having a griffon that was more than willing to submit herself to their pleasures was something that they didn’t get enough of. Mare or stallion, they were more than willing to take their fun with her and damn the consequences.

The only one that didn’t participate in the orgiastic pleasure was Spitfire. At least, not until the fourth night, and that night was…interesting.

She took Soarin before Rainbow-Drone could get her hooves on him, leading him off to the side, but not quite out of view. He had the chance to eat her out, enjoying it well enough, but the way that he fucked her was…lackluster. The rest of the team noticed, and some muttered about whether he had found a new favorite in Rainbow Dash.

The other males, however, were not left out. Rainbow-Drone picked one of them at random and let him start getting a taste of her from behind. No time to piss down his throat and properly addict him, though; that was best saved for moments out of sight. But the infected pussy juice did well enough, keeping him all riled up and needy, and he humped her harder than Soarin did to Spitfire.

Others might have found their display rather…overly indulgent, but for the Wonderbolts, post-event celebrations were a thing. Usually, Dashie was the one that was begging off from them, but with the parasite forcing her to have confidence, she was running it. There was nothing that they could do to slow her down.

And by the time that they reached Cloudsdale on the fifth day, they were tired for far more lewd reasons than the trip usually entailed. Spitfire dismissed them to the barracks, and she told Rainbow-Drone in no uncertain terms to take some time off and ‘work whatever this is out of your system before the next practice.’

That was fine for her. That’d give her a week to spend with a few different ponies in Cloudsdale while she looked for a place to put the sapling. One way or another, she was going to have a little ‘fan club’ by the end of the week, and that group was going to be the perfect seeding ground for new hosts.

And from there…well, once the Wonderbolts were fully infested, the Nest would have a chance to start hosting real events to gather more ponies for its use. The Wonderbolts did, after all, have a massive fan-base.