A Conspiracy of Order

Celestia drifted in and out of dream, never quite so deep as to be completely asleep, never far enough from it to be aware of what was happening around her. The Princess of the Sun wasn't particularly worried about that, however. She knew that she had the strength and power to deal with anything that threatened her land, and what little might threaten her could be handled with aid from her sister and Twilight Sparkle. They were a mighty force, and there was nothing that could bring them down so long as they worked together.

Yet, at the same time, her mind was divided, slipping from fantasy to fantasy, occasionally pulled back to the real world for a few moments before a new fantasy, a new need, dragged her back down.

She was...carried? Pulled along? Somehow moving, and yet -

Big Mac, so large and powerful, a dirty stallion from a far-off village that had a strange grace about him. Celestia licked her lips as she dragged her tongue along his shaft, tasting the thick musk that had settled on it, the old scents that had long-since embedded themselves into his flesh. He would never lose that, and he would always be a farm stallion, someone so far below her that she shouldn't have taken notice of him.

And yet, she did. Her pussy clenched, gripping at nothing as she licked from the base to the tip, circling the flare before dipping her tongue against that little hole at the top. It was so slick, so salty, and she knew that he craved to seed her, to fill her with his cum. He would have given her a foal, if she let him. And oh, she was tempted. It would flout everything that royalty was supposed to do, and that in and of itself was a pleasure.

She rolled her head back, grinning at him before turning in place -

Thump.

The fantasy came to an end, the real world asserting itself for a moment as she groaned and huffed. She was so wet, so needy. Her own juices and someone else's - Shining's? - oozed from her with abandon, running down her hind-legs and dripping to the ground. There was something soft under her. Carpets? She...she didn't know. It was hard to think, so hard to think.

Squelch.

Squelch.

Squelch.

Every few seconds, she could feel her pussy clenching down on nothing, remembering getting fucked. It had been so good, and the sweet taste of Cadance on her lips -

Cadance...

Celestia shivered as she felt the world twisting around her again, the dreams coming up and the exhaustion from that last session seizing hold of her. The white alicorn groaned, trying to hold onto the world, trying to keep herself awake, but the dreams dragged her down again.

Cadance.

She saw the lavender-furred mare over her, the other female spreading her pussy wide. She was so wet, so slick, so open with how much she enjoyed sex. There was nothing resembling shame when it came to the ruler of the Crystal Empire. The Princess of Love was nothing but a wanton slut when it came to the bedroom, and she was more than happy to show off in front of Celestia.

Wet.

Dripping.

Eager.

Celestia had never had taken an interest in other mares before, but there was something about being pinned, about having her mouth put to use on that slippery sex. She moaned as she remembered the taste, the dream forcing it into her head again, and again, and again. The taste of pleasure, of orgasm, of the wanton nature of the Princess of Love, and the utter hedonism that she had dragged the Princess of the Sun into...

She swallowed, tasting the bliss of the other mare again, her head spinning as she tried to sort out what was going on -

"Mmmph..."

Celestia was dragged back to the real world again, feeling somepony dragging her upright. She wobbled, trying to wake up, trying to push herself to speak, but her body was so...so limp and useless, but at the same time, so sensitive. The little touches of magic and hooves along her hind-legs and the pressure of others propping her up was almost sensual in its way, and she didn't know how to process that.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

She tried to say something, tried to get a word that was more than a moan past her lips, but she couldn't. Her body felt like it was on fire, burning with the same heated want that had taken hold in the tent. Breathing, huffing, panting, and dripping were the extent of her capabilities. Even her magic seemed to be too far away for her to use properly, glittering as if it was some distant star rather than a great power within her.

What was going on?

What had happened to her?

"Nnngh...mmmph...ah...ah...P-please..."

A word, at least. She opened her eyes, managing to see something, even if it was just blurry shapes. They were in some other tent, away from her own quarters. She didn't recognize it, not anymore. Her head spun as she tried to make out who the ponies around her were, but they were too blurry. The details weren't fine enough for her to identify them, but even if they had been clear as day, she wasn't sure that her spinning, hazy thoughts could focus enough to put a name to the features. She was so...so far gone.

It struck her how quiet the tent was. Other than the sounds she made, the tent was completely silent. The other ponies didn't talk to each other, didn't even pant. They just nudged her, quiet as the grave, and all she could do was go along with the little bumps and nudges and -

Another squelch, another clench below her tail. Her thoughts fell again.

Twilight.

Her faithful student, her best pupil. She remembered how many times they had had private lessons together, and she'd sworn that she'd never do a thing to the unicorn. Twilight needed to learn to grow, to be better and stronger on her own, and that meant that Celestia had to take a back-seat to it all. If she guided the other mare too far, it would ruin what Twilight could become, but...

But...

But...

Twisted up, grabbed by Twilight's power, held aloft as the other mare ground her hoof against the Princess's pussy. Oh, the idea of her student getting the better of her was hotter than she expected, and she started panting, gasping, shivering at the possibilities bouncing through her skull. Oh, the idea of being pushed, hoofed by the smaller mare was enough to have her dripping.

And the idea of being exposed, shown off by the bookish Twilight, as if she was some sort of slut that had to be used to educate others -

Squelch.

Oh, she was cumming. She was cumming from the idea alone, and that was even more humiliating, splattering her thighs and the floor and -

Celestia grunted as she came out of the dream again, finally startled from it enough that she could feel something creeping up her leg. The alicorn slowly blinked, clearing bits and pieces of the haze from her mind, and made herself look back and down. Over her shoulder, she saw something rising from the earth, a root-like tendril that moved like a snake. It was eye-less, and yet it seemed to know just where she was, wobbling back and forth with a pointed tip aimed right between her rump-cheeks.

"What...what is..."

She tried to move, only to find that her hooves were rooted to the spot. She couldn't so much as slide them, let alone lift them from the earth. The tendril pushed forward, sliding across her ample ass, then between them. It pushed gently at her sex, and for a moment she thought that it was going to slide in.

"Nnngh...no..."

Her horn flickered, but the magic was too far away. She couldn't summon its fire to burn this creature away, let alone any greater magic that might have saved her in that moment. All she could do was stand there, feeling it grinding, sliding, pushing in just a hair's breadth every time.

And it made her wetter.

"Nnngh...stop....please..."

But even as she begged, she got wetter, and wetter, and wetter, dripping with need and want as her body responded to the tendril. Her hips were already starting to push back against the slender root, trying to get it inside of her even as she begged for it to stop.

It had to be another dream, she told herself. It had to be a dream, because this was impossible. She was Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria, and she was not this weak.

And yet, it felt so real as the tendril pulled away from her pussy and went further up. Up, up, up, until it was circling her other hole. She huffed and hissed through clenched teeth as her body fought against her, the raw sexual need that burned in her veins making it impossible to think clearly. If she could just use her magic, or kick out, or do anything that would count as fighting back, she would have had a chance, but all that she could feel was that rutting heat deep down in her core. It demanded satisfaction, and she couldn't think clearly enough to fight it.

And that was the undoing of her. She couldn't free herself from whatever magic held her rooted in place, and she couldn't move out of the way before -

"Ah!"

The sudden thrust spread her hole wide, her pucker feeling swollen as the root slid in three inches without hesitation. It cleared the haze from her eyes, though, and it allowed her to see...

See Shining Armor and Princess Cadance staring at her with cold eyes.

"What...what is...what are you doing? Cadance...Shining..."

They didn't say a word. They just stared as she was violated, the tendril sliding back only to force its way in deeper. The worst part was how pleasurable the feeling of violation was, and the way that it just kept moving, sliding deeper, deeper, and deeper still into her rump. Further, further, further, getting thicker as it went, and her pussy wept pleasure to the carpeted floor below.

"Please...help me..."

There was no response. She saw Cadance's horn glowing and knew that she had to be the reason why her hooves were locked down. She knew that the other princess had power, but it shouldn't be that strong.

Why were they doing this? What was this? Some great conspiracy? But the changelings had been banished, and there were no other forces out there - not even Discord and his magic - that would be strong enough to break these two. How...why...

Celestia gasped as she felt her pleasure peak again, an orgasm forced from her as the tendril curled around inside of her. Why did this...why did this feel...

It flicked up again, and she stiffened, her body shaking from head to toe as it made contact with...with something inside her that felt better than it should have. Everything locked up, not just limp, but frozen, her legs clicking as her knees went straight and her head jerking back at the same moment.

Something...

Something was...

Trying to...

She could feel it sparking up her back, running up her spine and between her wings. There were no words in it, but she could feel it like she could feel the message behind distant pieces of art, distant pictures.

There was something there, something smart, something powerful, and it...it wanted her.

Finally, Celestia was able to seize something. Her horn glowed a deep, powerful white-gold, and it was enough to keep the power of this...this incursion from rising any higher through her body. Yet, despite all the fear that let her grab hold of it, it wasn't quite enough to push it down again.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

The connection that it had made with her spine kept sending blasts of pleasure up her back, making her weak in the legs. Or it would have done, if her legs were still under her control. She huffed, shaking her head, holding tight to what little control she still had.

"Nnngh...Shining...Cadance...stop this now...stop this now, and we can still fight this..."

Just speaking almost made her lose her grip on her magic and forced her to go silent again, but she knew that the ponies in front of her could hear her. Why didn't they want to help? What had she done -

No.

It wasn't that they didn't want to help, it was that they didn't care. They looked at her, not with coldness, but with emptiness. There was nothing of their old affection, friendship, or anything in those eyes. Something else looked out at her, something that was so hungry, so empty of everything that the ponies themselves had, that it terrified her. It would keep on consuming, pulling more and more ponies into its grip, until all of Equestria was gone. It would become a place of the dead-eyed, no matter what the ponies did to resist it.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Her body ached with the forced pleasure of that thing trying to creep through her body. She fought the pleasure and shocks running up her spine, blocking it just above her wings, but the control that it had over the rest of her body was almost unbreakable. She could feel it shifting her hind-legs, moving her hooves up and down, almost as if it was trying her out. And more...

More than that, she could feel a tugging sensation, almost like it was trying to both push up into her head and attempting to drain her down through her spine at the same time.

"Nnngh..."

"She is resisting," Shining said.

"A pity."

"She is strong."

"But perhaps not strong enough."

"Hopefully."

"Indeed."

"We have one night."

"It will be enough."

"I will get her."

"Yes."

The back and forth was so dull and so monotone that it broke Celestia's heart. Until then, Shining Armor and Cadance had been one of the most emotional, loving couples that she had ever seen. To hear the emptiness in their voices, the lack of care and compassion and life, felt worse than seeing them turning to villains. At least villains would have passion, would have reasons for what they did.

This was nothing.

This was the lack of everything.

Shining Armor turned and walked away. Cadance remained, her horn glowing still. Celestia gritted her teeth, twisting her head from side to side in a futile attempt to drag herself from the root that had buried itself in her ass. It was still twitching, twisting, coiling about inside of her even as the tip held itself to one spot. The constant, forced pleasure was breaking her down, making it harder and harder to keep her resistance up. If she didn't find some way to turn them back -

"Cadance. Please...You...You know this is wrong. You can -"

"Cadance-Drone is not affiliated with you."

"What -"

"Cadance-Drone is not affiliated with you. Cadance-Drone is a host for the Nest."

"What - what is...the Nest?" Celestia grunted out.

"The Nest is all. The Nest binds us all. It is what we need. It will have you."

She couldn't keep talking. Not without losing what little safety she still had. Celestia gave up the attempt of trying to break through to someone that didn't even seem to be there anymore and turned her attention back to the -

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Her body ached as she was forced over the edge to another climax. Each time her body came, she could feel something breaking in her head, something that shifted and changed and warped her that little bit further. She was starting to like what the tendril was doing to her, and that terrified the living hell out of her. If it kept this up, if she kept cumming, if she started wanting what it was doing to her -

More images pulsed up her spine, flickering and sparking through her nerves. She saw images of herself and Luna at a meeting. She saw them staring dead-eyed at the many other dignitaries that would come at their call. She saw them bringing a tree -

The tree that Twilight gave me...

Her heart sank as she saw it continue, but it was the realization that her faithful student had completely betrayed her that almost broke her. Celestia barely hung on, watching the plan of the Nest pulsing toward her mind, not trying to convince her, but rather, trying to overwrite her. It was going to use her - and Luna, and everyone else - to break every single leader in Equestria and install itself as the supreme authority over the entire world. They would become nothing but hosts to the Nest, nothing but the extensions for its will.

She could barely breathe, or rather, she was no longer in control of her breathing. The Nest's tendril had seized hold of more of her nervous system, and it made her heart pump. It made her lungs expand. It made her keep breathing normally despite the ragged blasts of pleasure that rampaged through her body.

If she had been in charge, she would have collapsed. She would have lost any and every sense of the world, screaming her pleasure as her orgasms came closer and closer together. Her hind-legs were already drenched, but they would have been utterly soaked if she had been in charge of her own body.

Her control, now, was limited to her neck, her head, and a little bit of her shoulders. If she could resist, though...if she could hold out until morning...

Just a bit longer...

She groaned, feeling that pulling again. It was like something had opened near the base of her neck, something that wanted to drain everything in her head. It managed to drag at something, some piece of her memories of Luna, before she cut that off. It was only a temporary reprieve, she knew, but -

Just a bit longer, she told herself. If you can hold out until morning...they even said...they have one night...just hold out...hold out...

So, Celestia braced herself for whatever this Nest would throw at her. She would hold out. She promised herself, for the sake of her realm, she would -

"Nnngh!"

Another pulse.

Another orgasm.

The smell of pleasured mare permeated the tent, leaving her smelling nothing but herself as the seconds ticked on. Her head spun as she fought against the constant need that kept throbbing between her hind-legs, the distractions that the Nest sent up her spine, and the other, worrying things that kept passing through her mind. Who was already taken? Who had been warped? Who else -

She forced that out of her mind as she felt the images changing again. The Nest would use whatever it could against her. It would lie, as it had made Cadance and Shining Armor and Twilight - oh, Twilight - lie to her. She had to ignore it, pretend that it was lying all the time, and just...endure.

A few hours. She just had to make it a few hours.

As the seconds, then minutes ticked by, Celestia was bombarded with fear after fear, temptation after temptation as the Nest tried to catch her out. She saw its picture-language as it sparked up her spine, saw the way that it offered her what she really wanted.

Pleasure.

Companionship.

Equality.

Every situation that it showed her, no matter how perverse, was always one that had her at the same level as the other ponies, or one that put her slightly under in a way that none of her partners had ever been willing to do. She had always been the Princess of the Sun, someone that had to be looked after, someone that had to be above them. The Nest offered her a chance to give that up, to see her desires read and given to her time after time, and -

And it was tempting.

She barely kept her grip on the barrier she'd clamped down over her spine as the Nest surged, and she grunted as she fought it back. Barely enough, barely, but still enough.

Not...not that...easily.

Someone else arrived; she heard the hoofbeats of another pony entering the tent. Celestia barely had the chance to open her eyes before a magical grip seized hold of her horn and yanked her head down. She had a split-second to see a purple pussy before -

Squelch.

Hsssss.

Celestia's eyes went wide as she realized that she'd just been grabbed by Twilight and pulled down, her lips planted against her 'faithful' student's sex. And more than that, she...she was tasting...urine. Not bitter, not horrible, but urine nonetheless, splattering against the inside of her mouth and forcing its way down her throat. There was no spitting it out; Twilight had her in a grip too tight for that to happen, and she couldn't spare any magic to wriggle out of it.

As her student used her as a urinal, Celestia only had two choices: swallow or drown. She was too shocked to think of the consequences and swallowed.

As soon as the urine ran down her throat and hit her stomach, she felt it take effect. The same tickling, mind-numbing haze that had rendered her too stupid to think hit her again, and she lowered her head further, no longer straining against the magic grip on her horn. She kept her lips where they were, swallowing again without thinking -

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

The barrier collapsed, and she went completely quiet as the Nest reached into her mind. The crackling, shocking sensation was enough to finally break her resistance, leaving her limp inside of a body that was entirely too tense. Every muscle tightened out of nowhere, pulled taut enough that one could see them bulging through her flesh in a way that made her look too skinny, too tight, and just...wrong.

One by one, shock by shock, the muscles started to relax, and as they did, the Nest played with Celestia's mind. She could feel the Nest pushing into her skull, the shocks pulsing through her head, shocking her with a forced, yet somehow almost accidental pleasure as it studied her. She barely noticed Twilight letting her go; her head stayed down regardless, and she was only slightly aware of her student lifting her tail and offering herself to another tendril.

When the other tendril plugged into Twilight, though, the Nest got...faster. That was the only way that Celestia could think to describe it. Everything hit her harder, went deeper, pushed into her head faster than it had before, and what little thought she had to resist was completely steamrolled by all that.

Image after image was downloaded into her head and pulled out of it. She saw herself in the palace, running it as she always did, but cooperating with Blueblood to install infested ponies as part of the staff. She saw a line of drones in the palace kitchen drugging and poisoning all the food that they made, ensuring that there was at least a minor orgy every night. She saw herself attending the orgies and being 'friendly' without being part of it, allowing it to happen under Luna's nose.

And she saw that there were plans for Luna, too.

Her sister.

Her best friend.

A faint hint of resistance rose up, only for it to be knocked down. The Nest, empowered by Twilight being plugged into it and having weakened her too much to fight back, was unstoppable. Celestia could only stand there, the Nest's support the only thing keeping her from falling flat on her face.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Luna being followed, tracked, observed by the dreaming hosts.

Luna being studied.

Luna being stalked.

Celestia shook her head, trying to find the wherewithal to resist -

Make her afraid.

Make her desperate.

Make her ask for help.

She saw her sister coming to her in the throne room, begging and pleading with exhaustion in her eyes. She wanted to stop it. Wanted to keep it from happening.

The opening.

The betrayal.

The weakness.

The infestation.

Infestation.

That word hit her at the same time that something pressed against her rim and opened her up again. The tendril had never come out, but something else slid inside, going deeper and deeper until it pressed against where the tip of the tendril rested. It was like...like something attaching to her, clinging to her inner walls and taking hold. She couldn't understand what was going on, but she knew it wasn't right, wasn't good.

Pulse.

She couldn't even gasp anymore; the Nest had hold of her mouth and jaw, and she couldn't even make a sound as it stiffened her vocal cords. Yet, the pleasure echoed through her, shoving her further and further back in her own skull. It was drawing her back, taking hold, taking full control.

It was too late to resist. With the power of the Nest as she now understood it, it might have been too late from the start.

Luna...

She couldn't do anything to save her sister, she realized. The Nest was breaking her down, compartmentalizing her, copying her mind and sucking it down and into the Nest itself through the tendril in her ass. It had already taken full control of her body, and now, it was taking control of her head. One pulse after another rattled her skull, showing her different ways that the Nest would make things better, offering temptations that were nothing more than hidden orders, but -

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Orders that were...so simple...

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Orders that were so pleasurable...

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Orders.

Celestia felt her head getting tilted back, a cup offered to her lips. She drank it without thinking about it, and she drifted further and further down into her own head, letting the Nest take what it wanted.

After all, she was becoming Host, and hosts did what they were told.

Sunrise approached, and the new host left the tent. As she stepped outside, Celestia-Drone pulled on all the old memories that informed her of what she was. How she walked, how she smiled, how her wings were just slightly always unfurled: all the habits that the host had known unconsciously, the parasite had to learn and adjust to. It had been imprinted on them during the infestation process, but it was a refresher course now.

She walked with a grace that few other ponies could match on their own. Of course, any parasite would be able to copy it now that the posture and position and everything else had been drawn from the host-mind and put into the Nest, but for now, it was part of what made this host unique. Celestia moved with regal grace, and she smiled as she greeted the setting moon that her sister was slowly guiding to the horizon.

It would take some time before they could move on her. Luna was powerful, and her time as Nightmare Moon had hardened her against the same temptations that had come so easily to Celestia-Drone. Yet, there would be ways forward. They had already figured out that she would be looking for clues in the dreams for whatever was wrong with the pony population, but that was something that they could use to their advantage.

For now, however –

“Sister.”

Luna approached, and Celestia-Drone summoned a small, relaxed smile. Even her sister, it seemed, was given little more than that. The smaller alicorn alighted at her side, bobbing her head.

“The moon has been set. It is your turn,” Luna said.

“Of course, sister.”

“And…”

“Yes?” Celestia asked.

Luna hesitated, then sighed, looking away.

“It’s nothing. I will handle it.”

“As you will, sister. I will be here if you need me.”

She flared her wings and took to the sky. For a moment, there was a sense of utter power, magnificence, and wonder that came from being something more than a pegasus in the sky. It was different, better, more suitable. It was a purpose that was beyond anything that the Nest had truly enjoyed before.

But it was still the Nest in charge, and the Nest would keep hidden for a little while longer. The joy was subdued, imitated, and they moved on.