A Conspiracy of Order

Cadance-Drone lowered her hips ever so slightly over Celestia’s glass. The alicorn princess had yet to return, which meant that they had a little bit of time to continue staining and marking parts of the tent to keep her as inebriated as possible. Out of the corner of the drone’s eye, she could see Shining-Drone doing something similar, grinding his balls and his hanging shaft against the pillows in the tent, ensuring the chemicals in his pre-cum soaked into the fabric for later.

The drone knew that the plan was going well. They had already secured a decent amount of interest from the Princess of the Sun, and the mare should be more than ready for something more engaging when she returned. Perhaps she might need more ‘pushing’ than they had originally planned, but everything that they’d seen and heard from Celestia confirmed that she needed some ‘attention.’

The Nest knew all about that. ‘Attention,’ or rather, pleasure, was something that they could supply in abundance.

Cadance-Drone held her position, knees slightly bent and body at a strange, unnatural angle for urinating. It wasn’t a proper squat, nor was it a proper stand. She held her pussy just a few inches over the glass in question and let loose, the discomfort forgotten, or blocked by the parasite. It was hard to tell; all she knew was that she wasn’t conscious of anything that might be wrong.

The soft hiss of her urine hitting the glass was the only sound in the tent. As a matter of fact, even that was unnaturally quiet. The padded walls around them kept the sounds of the festival at a distance, and neither she nor Shining-Drone did more than breathe. No grunts, no huffs, no sighs. No sound of living, normal beings could be heard.

It was as close to comfortable that the drones could get.

Her legs clicked down just a bit further as the flow threatened to splash out of the cup. It was like the precision machines of some of the more advanced pony cultures as she adjusted position, barely moving the space needed to keep the splatter down. She held herself there again, as if she had always been there.

Shining-Drone, similarly, was completely silent as he ground his hips forward, back, forward, back against the cushions and pillows. Any uninfested stallion would have been grunting in pleasure, or at least showing signs of it. All he did was hump. Hump. Hump. The only sounds from him came from the soft pressure of the cushions sliding against each other, grinding and occasionally squeaking.

They worked quickly. Cadance-Drone’s bladder finally emptied, leaving a sufficiently large dose in Celestia’s glass that any ‘recovery’ while bringing the sun down would be mitigated. Shining-Drone stepped away from the slightly damp pillows, giving them the chance to dry before Celestia returned.

They sat together. They could have imitated talking to one another, but there was no need. Celestia wasn’t there for the pretense, and only Luna could barge into the tent without warning, and she already had. So, they sat there, still and silent, waiting to put the next part of the plan into motion.

Of course, that didn’t mean that their parasites were silent. Cadance-Drone was well-aware of the bubbling thoughts and questions in her own parasite, and how it wished to connect to the Nest for fullness of thought. They knew that Twilight-Drone would be doing that shortly, giving information to the Nest-Tree about Luna’s strange behavior and what it might mean, but Cadance-Drone wished to have fullness of information, as well. There had to be something that they had missed; Luna was being too strange, otherwise.

None of this showed on the host’s face, of course. Everything happened behind a mask of neutrality, boredom, and general distraction. After all, even though they didn’t have to act like they were doing things, they needed to look ‘normal’ when Celestia came back, and that could be without warning.

But even so…

Cadance-Drone’s concerns disappeared little by little as the parasite went back to the plan. Tingles of pleasure ran up and down the host’s spine as she remembered the way that it had been rammed into her head time and time again.

Drug.

Captivate.

Tempt.

Rut.

Break.

They were two steps into the plan, and they were ready to move to step three as soon as Celestia came back. The alicorn was already pumped for some attention, some pleasure, some precious time with ponies that would give her what she needed. She’d said as much. All they needed to do was give her the ‘safety’ to do what she was craving all along.

Time passed.

Seconds ticked by.

The warmth of the day faded.

When the sun finally broke from the sky, they adjusted their positions, sitting with a little more grace than the static poses that they’d assumed for the last half-hour. The tent flap opened a few seconds later, and a much more drained-looking Celestia poked her head inside. Her mane looked bedraggled, and she didn’t carry herself with the same grace as before. Cadance-Drone couldn’t help but compare her to a pony that had had too much cider and had been dragged out back, dunked in a barrel of water, and then sent home.

She wasn’t sober, but she was no longer quite so drunk. Cadance-Drone shook her head, assuming the same loving role that she always had.

“Celestia, you should drink something,” she said, her magic floating the tainted glass to the other mare.

“I’ve had enough. Luna said.”

“Yes, yes, but Luna’s busy, and it would help you go to bed in a good mood, wouldn’t it?”

“Hmmph…Oh, I shouldn’t, but it is the festival.”

Celestia took hold of the cup with her magic, and Cadance-Drone released it. She forced herself to look back at her fellow drone, an affectionate expression on her face that was as faked as everything else. After all, she was supposed to be the Princess of Love, and looking as neutral as she felt would have been rather against type.

As Celestia downed the drink, clearly not caring about whatever the taste was, the two smaller ponies got to their hooves. Shining-Drone managed to force his shaft just slightly from his sheath, making it vaguely visible to the other princess, while Cadance gently guided Celestia to the pile of pillows.

The other mare stumbled into them, resting her head on one of the cushions that Shining-Drone had marked. She groaned as she took that first breath, but didn’t seem to realize what she was breathing in. All the better, as far as the drones were concerned. They settled around it, getting ‘comfortable’ as Celestia drained the last of her drink.

“What did Luna want to say?” Cadance-Drone asked.

“She didn’t say anything; she’s worried about something, but she keeps putting it off. I imagine I’ll get an earful at the end of the festival about something or – or other.”

A little hiccup. Yes, she was definitely feeling it, and Cadance-Drone could make out the faint hints of pleasure-scents coming from the larger mare. She was almost ready.

A pity that there was no further information, though. She would have liked – as much as a drone could like anything – to bring some proper insight to the Nest at the end of this. But she imagined that a converted Celestia would be more than willing to give them what they needed.

And onto that…

“You know, Celestia. There are ways for you to get what you need.”

“Hmm?”

“The ‘attention’ that you were mentioning earlier?”

“Oh, goodness.” The Princess of the Sun chuckled, shaking her head as her face reddened. “I still can’t believe I was saying that. And in front of Twilight, of all ponies. She must have had such a shock.”

“Oh, I’m sure that Twilight has heard far worse, considering her time with the dragons and the other, rougher ponies of Ponyville,” Cadance-Drone said dismissively, chuckling despite herself. “After all, you did send her there to learn about ‘friendship,’ and she probably learned all kinds of different ones. Including the kinds with benefits.”

“Oh, no doubt, she was always a good student but – goodness, I really shouldn’t be thinking of her like that. She was so…so young when I first sent her there.”

“And she is a grown mare now, and doubtlessly has found all kinds of love for herself,” Cadance-Drone said as Shining-Drone leaned back, allowing his hind-legs to splay slightly. “Just like you need to find it for yourself. And in more than just the royal guards that you keep around, Your Highness.”

It was very telling when Celestia looked down and away, and more to the point, stared longer than was seemly for royalty to do. Cadance-Drone knew the Princess of the Sun better than she knew herself at this point. All the information that the Nest knew about the Princess of the Sun had been filtered through fact-checks and comparisons in the Nest-Trees, and that, in turn, had been fed and filtered into her mind. Everything that she knew, that Twilight-Drone knew, that the various infested in the palace and the land knew about Celestia, was all at her disposal.

And that all added up to one thing: Celestia was horny, and she was just a hair’s breadth away from doing something stupid. All she needed was that little push to get herself there.

As the ruler of Equestria coughed, shaking her head in a clear attempt to try and think clearly through what she was tempted by, Cadance pushed herself upright. She walked onto the cushions with the older mare, leaning against her.

“I know what you’ve wanted. What you wished you’d gotten.”

“I-I’m sure you don’t.”

“You wanted Shining. Don’t deny it.”

“…Well, perhaps a little. He was quite the guardian of Canterlot, after all.”

“Oh, don’t play coy,” Cadance-Drone teased, drawing on every old memory to know just how to put this. “He told me everything once we were married.”

Another, uninfested pony might have seen Celestia’s blush and wondered if they were going too far. Someone ambitious might have seen it and realized that there was something that they could use against her, something that they could hold over her head. Cadance-Drone felt neither of those things, nor did she imagine what else could be done for her. All she saw, all she felt, was that the plan was working just as it was supposed to. She knew just what to say to keep it moving forward.

“We’ve talked, you know.”

“…What about?” Celestia whispered.

“His desires.”

“His – did he want – me?”

“He did,” Cadance-Drone lied.

It was completely false, of course. There’d never been any interest that way from Shining Armor, and Shining-Drone only felt what arousal the Nest allowed him to feel. That was how being a host worked. The truth was that he had been creeped out by the interest of the older mare, and he’d been more than happy to get out from under her and head to the Crystal Empire. The only regret he’d felt had been toward leaving his sister; getting away from the horny Princess of the Sun had been a benefit.

But lies helped them, and they felt no guilt.

“I’ve talked with him about the things that he’d wished to do to you, and I have to admit, many of them were…fun to me, too,” she lied, leaning more firmly against the older mare and flicking her tail side to side, just barely touching that large rump. “And we were talking about what we’d do if the occasion ever came up.”

She could smell the other mare getting more and more wound up. The taint in the stained pillows, the drink in her system, the teasing that they’d done all night long to get her interested and curious about going further: it was all adding up now. She could feel the other mare desperately curious, wanting this more than she should. It wouldn’t take much to tip her over and make her go for it.

She flicked her tail again, the tip just barely slipping below Celestia’s own and touching her sex. It was wet, drenched, and the Princess of the Sun jerked upright at the little pressure.

“Oh, sorry,” Cadance-Drone said. “Getting a little carried away. A little ahead of myself, heh.”

“You…You genuinely…”

“Oh, just as much as you do.”

“But…but you two are –”

“We are married, yes,” she said, shrugging as if easing away a load that didn’t matter. “But being the Princess of Love, it is important that I give my love freely. And that means sharing my husband, if he wants to be shared, and if others want to share him with me.”

“Oh…oh my…”

“But. There is a thing that I want in return,” Cadance-Drone said.

“Name it.”

They had her now, almost surely. The fact that she was so hungry as to demand to know what it cost told her everything. She knew Celestia so well now that she knew the difference between tetchy and angry, between desire and desperation. There was so much need for her, so much of an urge to have the young stallion that she’d fantasized over for years, that she would do almost anything to get him.

Once, the Nest had considered this the way to get her to accept conversion, but that was too far. Their profile on her made it clear that she cared too much about Equestria to give herself away like that.

But to get a good rut? She’d give something.

“He is my husband, so I want something from you. A little kiss.”

“Mmm, if that’s all –”

“A naughty little kiss.”

Cadance-Drone smiled, every inch the tease as she pushed herself upright again. Celestia’s half-drunk self was clearly confused as the pink princess walked around her fellow monarch, only for the larger mare’s face to turn redder still as Cadance-Drone flicked her tail up right in Celestia’s face and show off her pussy.

“Oh…oh. You mean –”

“If you want my husband, then you must give me something in return,” Cadance-Drone said, the host slowly swaying her hips from side to side. “And a kiss back there would be a proper payment.”

“You…oh, my.”

“Oh, come on, Celestia. Don’t tell me that you haven’t been with another mare before? It’s not that different.”

“It’s…new to me,” the Princess of the Sun said.

“Well, just think of it like kissing someone on the lips, except that the lips are going in a different direction. And they love it when you use tongue.”

“Naughty.”

“Loving, Your Highness. Loving.”

The drone was pushing herself, knowing that this was the riskiest part. If they were right, if they had timed it properly and had read the Princess of the Sun correctly, then she would agree, and there’d be no turning back for her. If they’d read it wrong…

Well, this was where they’d find out. And they’d have to adjust.

Silence stretched on between them, and there was no kiss. No tongue. There was only the heat of Celestia’s breath under Cadance-Drone’s tail. The parasite within clamped down on every bit of nerves and worry, even its own. They couldn’t break this, couldn’t make Celestia think she could just walk away. They had to make it happen.

Puff.

Puff.

Puff.

Squelch.

“Mmmmm, that’s a nice little kiss,” Cadance-Drone said, all the worry and nerves from half a moment ago disappearing as if they’d never existed. “Go ahead. Take a nice taste. The more that you pay up, the more that my husband will do for you.”

“Mmmph…”

“You like the idea of another mare’s stallion giving you a good rut, don’t you?”

“Mmmm-hmm…”

“You love the idea of me letting you borrow him…of begging for someone else’s stallion. It’s so naughty, isn’t it?”

“Mmm-hmmm…”

Celestia didn’t take her tongue away. The Nest had been right; that desperation had been hiding just below the surface, and now, it was out in the open. She needed this in a way that she’d never been able to show before.

It would have been almost pathetic if it wasn’t exactly what they needed.

Knowing that Celestia would be sinking further and further into that tranced, horny state with every lick, Cadance-Drone dropped the teasing smile on her face. The host turned to the other drone, not even needing to nod.

Without a word, Shining-Drone’s cock dropped from its sheath, dangling down and lifting up far faster than it should. Celestia was so busy eating pussy that she didn’t even seem to notice, and Cadance-Drone looked away from the eagerly-feasting monarch under her tail. Each lick became more and more distant from her mind as the parasite focused on the next part of the plan.

Rut.

They’d already tempted her, and she’d fallen. Now, they would rut her. Shining-Drone wasn’t as fierce or as well-hung as Big Mac-Drone, but he was doing well enough. More to the point, Celestia wanted him, and that counted for a great deal, the Nest had found. Those that had crushes, those that had desires that they couldn’t get on their own, would forgive a great deal that would be vaguely out of place, and they would give in further than they would with others that were just better in bed.

She wanted Shining Armor, but she would get Shining-Drone, and she would be happy about it.

Cadance-Drone turned her gaze away from the host-husband. Though her face remained blank, she put a bit of emotion back into her voice.

“Not bad, not bad. I think that’s enough to get him to rut you once.”

“Mmmph…thank you…”

“Oh, don’t thank me, darling. Thank him.”

“Thank you, Shining, thank – oooooh…”

It wasn’t penetration, not yet, but Cadance-Drone could imagine what had happened. Her husband had already gotten into position, the flared head of his cock rubbing against Celestia’s pussy. It would be dripping wet, the pre-cum oozing from it smearing across her sex and getting her nice and slick for some hard use. Not as good as having the pre-cum shooting down her throat or up her pussy or ass, but it would be enough to keep her sensitive and eager for him.

Not like she wasn’t already…

The Nest would have been idly amused, as far as the Nest could be, at the sight of the near-broken mare before them. As Cadance-Drone turned around, she didn’t even have to put that face back on. Celestia was already panting, her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open as she wheezed for breath. The red marks on her face, blushes of heat and need, made it clear that she wasn’t thinking of anything but the dicking that she was about to get.

It was kind of surprising that she was still upright. With all the drink and food that had been shoved down her throat, it was something of a miracle that she was still conscious. The alicorn was this powerful, this focused, even without any suspicion of something being wrong. They had every advantage, and it had still taken them this long to get her to this horny, messy, unthinking state.

Luna was going to be a problem. That problem, however, was going to be one for the future. For now, they would take the sun.

Shining-Drone thrust forward, and Celestia gasped as she fell forward, her forelegs buckling from the sheer force of that thrust. She huffed, her mouth hanging open as she was pounded from behind, her tail off and to the side, and she whimpered as her ass jiggled from each thrust.

Cadance-Drone painted a teasing expression across her face, a safeguard in case the other princess looked her way. Inside, her parasite was measuring how long they’d have before they’d need to give Celestia another dose of either the tainted food and drink or her pussy. Either way, it would be enough to keep her in this state while Shining-Drone gradually humped her into submission.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Shining-Drone’s face was as blank as hers wanted to be. He was as good as a machine behind Celestia, his hips moving faster and faster, his body expressing the act of someone that was finally let loose on someone that he had desired for so long. His face was the only thing that gave away the lie.

And Celestia clearly bought it. She moaned, gasping and panting, her wings flickering and fluttering. Out, in, out, in, flexing in time to his thrusts, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she moaned.

“Yes, yes! Take…take it, Shining. Take me. Show me…show me how lucky Cadance is…oh, yes…oh, yes…”

There was such shame in the Princess of the Sun’s voice, her whimpers and moans getting more and more desperate as Shining-Drone took her as hard as he could.

Faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

The wet smack of cock sliding into pussy, the hot slap of his sac clapping against her clit, and the harsh pants for breath were the only sounds in the tent. Shining-Drone didn’t say a thing, and neither did Cadance-Drone. They didn’t have to. Celestia was in her fantasy, enjoying herself more than she had probably ever imagined she could.

They were very close now. Very close indeed.

Shining-Drone picked up the pace. Celestia seemed to lose the ability to speak, and Cadance-Drone watched her face as she got closer and closer to her climax. All the information that they had stored away was coming back now.

The little drops of sweat on her face.

The heated blush.

The lowering of her head –

There.

A little click of the hoof was all that Shining-Drone needed to know it was time. He rammed forward, holding himself flush with her, and Cadance-Drone could just make out the little swells of his seed getting blasted deep inside of their monarch. Celestia gasped, her mouth hanging open –

“Nnnngh!”

And then the orgasm hit her. The drugged cum in her guts would be pushing her over the edge, adding to the aphrodisiac of the piss and other cocktails of biological tainted goods that she’d been consuming. Her body shook, the larger alicorn gasping, panting, all but pissing her own juices down her legs as she came right then and there. The cushions were soaked under her, her mouth hung open, and her eyes closed tight as she whimpered.

It would go a long way toward getting her ready for her infestation, but they needed to fill her further. She was, after all, a powerful alicorn, and the Nest needed Celestia at her weakest to get her converted tonight.

Cadance-Drone walked over, ‘helping’ the alicorn onto her back. Celestia groaned, her eyes crossed, clearly not quite thinking clearly. She barely reacted as Cadance-Drone straddled her face, lowering her hips and pressing her pussy right to the other mare’s face again.

“Lick.”

She didn’t need to sound more than commanding; Celestia was so far down now that it might even be possible to get her droned. But no, they had to take it a bit further, just a little bit further.

“Lick.”

Hearing it a second time, Celestia followed orders. The mare leaned her head up, burying her lips against Cadance-Drone’s pussy. She sucked against the puffy lips down there, huffing and panting, still shaking in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Soon. Soon.

Shining-Drone would be ready to go again in short order. He had his natural stamina, and more than that, the parasite would ensure that he did his job. But for now, they had a few seconds to keep her in the mood.

And what better for that than –

“Mmmph?!”

Celestia stirred for a split-second as Cadance-Drone clenched down and came. The pleasure forced on her by the parasite took her from nothing to orgasm all at once. Physical bliss rippled over her, expressed through nothing more than a few random pulses of pleasure along her body, clenched muscles here and there, followed by a little splash between her legs.

Squirt.

Squirt.

Squirt.

Each pulse, each squirt of pleasure, forced more fluids down Celestia’s throat. It was impossible, thicker and more copious than a mare should be able to deliver, but the Nest made all things possible. The host tensed and clenched, looking not at all pleasured, but the orgasms came again and again, regardless, for over a minute.

The throbbing, pulsing feeling of release faded, and the Princess of the Sun sagged further still against her cushions. She was wheezing now, barely licking, completely relaxed and sagging down more and more with every second. Any resistance she might have would be mental, at best, and even that was probably drifting off.

Cadance-Drone tapped her forehoof against the ground, and Shining-Drone got back into position. He had to lean forward a little, thrusting his hips down and into his monarch, but Celestia barely moaned as he slid in.

She’s barely here. She’s just floating on pleasure.

The parasite in her was satisfied. They would move soon; the tent was safe for the rutting, but there was too much of a chance that someone would come begging for the Princess of the Sun’s attention before morning. They wouldn’t be allowed in, of course – only Luna could bypass them, and she would be busy until the moon was due to go down – but they might catch a glance of Celestia getting converted, and that would be the end of that.

The guards would stay at the tent, presenting the idea that Celestia was still there and just sleeping. Any petitioners would be turned away, and nobody would think that their ruler was doing anything but getting a good night of sleep.

In reality, she’d be in another tent, a few rows down the lanes, and getting broken in.

Cadance-Drone looked Celestia in the eyes. She didn’t see any intelligence looking back at her. Soon, there’d be even less.

Three orgasms later, the Princess of the Sun was so out of it that she couldn’t stand. It took the pair of them using magic to float her out of the back of the tent, all covered up as if she was trash from the banquet to be taken out to the edge of the grounds. The guards said nothing, of course; they were all infested, and all in on the plan.

It was late, late enough that they were risking a fair bit to get her to another tent and back before morning. Their hopes all rested on the fact that Celestia was completely wasted on all their drugged gifts. If it was enough, if she was properly broken down from all that, then they should be able to finish it.

Should.

Should.

Cadance-Drone led the way, horn glowing, and Shining-Drone followed behind. Celestia was completely unconscious under the blanket, not moving, not even a bit. The few ponies that were still around and wandering about so late didn’t give the blanket a second glance; all they did was nod as the two royals walked past.

Cadance-Drone knew that they were following the plan, that they had gone further than they had hoped to go for the night. The Nest should be happy, but as they hadn’t had the chance to connect to the Nest in the tent, she didn’t know.

There was no room for hope in the mind of a host. There was only room for following orders and remembering who they used to be. Cadance-Drone had done her duty, and would see what happened.

Clop, clop, clop. Their hoofbeats felt louder than usual as they wandered through the quiet campgrounds. The festival had wound down for the night, and those that had drifted off for fun were enjoying their time in their tents. Several were open, giving her and Shining-Drone a view of what the infested and uninfested were doing with their times.

Through one tent flap, she spotted a griffon giving a stallion a bit of time with her ass. She had her hind legs spread while the stallion hammered away. His face was a little red, his lips pulled back in a smile, while her face was completely stone-cold, almost statuesque from the lack of interest.

Another tent was occupied with Big Mac-Drone and Applejack-Drone, the pair of them rutting away while a richer mare watched the show, rubbing her clit with one hoof and enjoying herself. The incestual act meant nothing to the drones, and if it meant that the uninfested would lower their guard, then they would commit whatever taboo was required to get close.

Each open tent had a different show going on, sometimes directly affecting the uninfested, sometimes merely showing off. More and more of the Canterlot ponies were joining the infested, and the Nest continued to grow.

They finally reached the proper tent. Shining-Drone slid inside first, making sure that it was clear, while Cadance-Drone paused and looked over her shoulder. Her eyes flicked toward the sky, the parasite within using her more limited knowledge of Princess Luna to try and spot her.

There was no sign of the moon-mare, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t watching, nor that she was completely unaware of what was happening on the world below.

Twilight-Drone would likely have gone straight to the Nest and plugged in already. The Nest would know about the Luna situation, she was sure, and already be processing plans to deal with the other princess. That was not her job; she had to finish the Celestia conversion part of the plan.

Click.

Another little hoof stomp. Shining-Drone had confirmed that the tent was empty. It was time to get to work. She carried Celestia through the tent and shut the flap behind them. It was going to be a long night.