“And that is my collection of ideas for the fashion line. I do hope my designs are worth someone of your calibur’s time and effort” One of the zebras finished explaining in great detail every outfit and fashion plan he had for the fashionista. Rarity’s pride swelled at the compliment, it always made her happy to be so well thought of by another one of the fashion world.

“Now please tell us, what do you think of them?” The other added, looking at the excited look on the fashionista's face.

“These are wonderful, they could be the best possible thing right now. These are a breath of fresh air, many designs of late have been lacking. Many other designers have hit a wall these last few seasons. These I believe will change that. ! They bring a unique feeling not seen yet but is also within the boundaries of what many would find acceptable and appealing to the eye. Not to mention many of them look like they would be very comfortable to wear. ” Rarity cheered, her hand flying across a sketch pad, followed by the magic of her horn floating numerous other pencil and pads as she drew idea after idea. She had been greatly inspired and wished to bring her own take on the concepts she was given. Her mind was simply in a flurry of excitement and eagerness.

The torn pages fell like a soft rain as they revealed numerous fashioned and styles; some modern, while others were new designed never seen and older styles from antiquity. “Do please forgive me. I can’t seem to stop myself when I’ve become inspired. Your associate's ideas Mr. Zakia are fantastic! I can’t believe I’ve never even considered many of these type of concepts before..”

“I’m glad they are of such great help, my dear.” Zakia responded with a kind nod. “Now, given how enthusiastic you are, when can you believe you can complete this project?”

“Shouldn’t be too long...except…” Rarity held a small troubled look about her as she floated numerous images in front of her. “...I’m sorry darling, but I can’t just use pony standards. I don’t feel it would be right to use just those with how heavily inspired these are from your own culture. I’m sorry to say I don’t know where I could find any zebra models.”

“Oh don’t worry about that my dear.” Zakia responded. “If I can just use your telephone, I can have a pair of exceptional models here in minutes.”

“You can?! Really and truly?! And on such short notice!” Rarity responded in excitement. “Please do, the faster I can work on this, the better!”

“Thank you.” Zakia nodded, getting up from his chair. Walking over to the nearby phone, he dialed a memorized number. After a few moments, the phone line answered. “SHuu ni Zakia. Ni wakati. . Spoke in his native tongue for a brief moment. Drawing the attention of Rarity to his sudden change of dialect.

Yes, I need a pair of models over at the Carousel Boutique...yes, two of them, preferably a stallion and mare...okay, perfect...see you soon...bye…” Closing the phone, Zakia looked at Rarity confidently. “They’ll be here shortly.”

Zakia didn’t even need to call anyone. He already had a Siri mare and stallion already prepared and stationed near the Boutique after reviewing the dossier on Rarity . The phone call was only to put up a good, convincing show for Rarity. The short minutes flew by faster than a blink, the door rang open with two well formed and spectacular looking zebras. The stallion was even slightly more muscular and toned than Zakia and stood nearly half a head taller than the average pony. The mare looked just stunning, her body was shaped like a stallion’s wet dream. Her breasts were well fit and held themselves up as if they were there to be stared at; which was only accommodated by the wideness of her sexy hips.

“Rarity, let me introduce you to the models I mentioned.” Zakia stood up, directing his hand towards the two. “This is Zebar, he’s mostly experienced in muscle displays but I can say with confidence he will do for your male clothing. And this is Zecara, she’s still new to the world of modeling, but I can testify that she is perfect for your mare fashion.” Looking at the excited look on Rarity’s face, Zakia could tell she was convinced. “I do hope these two will do.”

“Oh yes, absolutely yes!” Rarity said in an excited tone, using her magic to levitate a number of measuring tape. “I’ll need to looking them over...closely.”

“Sound good, I’m eager to see how the clothing comes.” Zakia replied, taking a seat back on one of the soft chairs. “And when you’re done, there is a more...personal request I’d like to make with you.”

“Oh Zakia darling.” Rarity replied, running her finger along Zakia’s chest. “You can ask me anything.” Turning to the two Siri, Rarity beckoned them with her finger. “Now come with me you two, we need to do some proper measurements.”

Zakia reclined back, resting comfortably in his chair as only the sounds of numerous sewing machines, objects magically floating, and the occasional faint moan and hum of delight kept him amused. He didn’t mind the wait, there was no rush. Looking around the Boutique, Zakia’s thoughts wondered about how he should go about conquering Rarity. It was obvious he wouldn’t need the drug, or even the two Siri with him to restrain her. If anything, having the Siri go first to warm her up to being near such fine examples of zebra bodies would whet her appetite for more. And Zakia chuckled knowing he’d sate her desire.

His patience soon paid off, the sound of a cloth curtain being moved roused Zakia’s attention back to where Rarity was standing. She also seemed to have changed her attire. Her top was more like a white, poofy blouse, that Zakia could almost imagine how easy it would be to get off her body, as well as a much more liberal purple skirt that swayed with her hips as she walked. But it was how she held her red orange professional glasses that made Zakia look at her a little differently. It was like the mare was appearing far more professional than the zebra had expected.

“Ahem, Mr. Zakia…” Rarity called to her guest. “Now, for your entertainment and delight...I would like to present...your next Zebra Fashion!”

Igniting her horn, Rarity illuminated the stage as it extended itself from behind the large curtain; while at the same time, dimming the other lights. A faint but noticeable runway style of music began to play as the show began. The first down the way was the mare. The Siri was dressed in a rather modest one piece peach dress like attire. It ran across her collar in a subtle diagonal direction, running over her one shoulder, but leaving the other exposed. The clothing then moved down, loosely hugging at her curves as it expanded out from the waist out and moved down to end in a wave pattern at the knees. The clothing itself was in a more exaggerated style of Zebra striped that made the stripes appear much larger than the real stripes so it would not appear as though a zebra wearing this would be naked.

“Now, as you can see.” Rarity explained, directing Zakia’s eyes back and forth from her to the model. “I started with a basic design for it as a dress and we can even have it in different colors with this lovely summer peach being the majority. But I see us having it in lighter and more elaborate colors.”

As the mare walked away, the Siri stallion walked down the runway. Zakia raised an eyebrow at how Rarity made her design for him. He was in a loose fitting shirt with the same color and pattern as the mare, along with a pair of poofy shorts that seemed to be held around his waist with a well tied sash in the form of a belt. Looking over the model again and again, Zakia saw that the attire was more than it appeared. The loose fitting, zebra pattern shirt was a little more form fitting that it first appeared. It wrapped around the back and side of the model, giving it a better appearance of comfort. But it didn’t do justice to the zebra’s upper arms, not allowing his muscles to remain unseen. The pants seemed quite durable, possibly made of a flexible, but strong material. But it hid the crotch away too much, so much so that he felt even his own large bulge would be tucked away in such pants. While he kept an eye on the models, but made sure to switch his attention to Rarity. The clothing options were well made for such a short amount of time it took to make them. But they seemed too modest, they would never work in the long run for Zakia’s plans. But he also knew this was only a start. He wanted to see what the fashionista could do given some free reign. But this obviously had to be slightly tweaked. He knew he had to draw more of Rarity’s curiosity out.

“So Mr. Zakia…” Rarity asked, seeing Zakia’s stoic yet intrigued expression. “What do you think?”

“You did make numerous sketches.” Zakia commented, rubbing his chin as he critiqued the clothing. “So I can only assume these first outfits are the prototypes to what you have in mind.”

“Y-yes...of course…there were dozens of prototypes. I merely wanted to show off the best ones first.” Rarity replied, a little nervous but tried to remain composed. When in actuality, she had these outfits as more closer to the final design than a prototype. “Was there anything you’d like to see changed or modified?”

“Yes actually.” Zakia replied, getting up from his chair to approach the mare. “You see, zebra fashion is slightly different from what you’d see in Equestria. For example…” Zakia’s hands rested on Rarity’s shoulders as he explained, slowly running his fingers along the mare’s sides; causing her to tremble slightly at his touch. “Zebra fashion focuses more the showing and liberation of one’s body.” Stopping at the mare’s hips, Zakia explained further. “An exposed stomach is quite a common sight, along with nearly the entire thigh being shown. The use of a sash is the most well known style in Zebra fashion.”

“I see...I can...work with that…” Rarity replied, her face red in a blush at being touched by a stallion like Zakia. “J-just let me redesign the outfits.”

“No, no my dear.” Zakia politely interjected. “Keep the designs here, and in fact make a new set. Zebra culture has become more open minded in recent years and can accommodate different styles but we still value our cultures origins greatly. So our style reflects this. So instead of trying to make one set, make many sets that vary in different modesty. I do hope there is no issue.”

“Y-yes...that’s not an issue at all darling.” Rarity replied, taking a step back. “J-just sit back down and I’ll have new outfits for these models in no time at all.”

Zakia spent what felt like nearly the rest of the day watching as Rarity made and designed outfit after outfit, style after style mimicking what Zakia explained about zebra fashion. The stallion watched as Rarity’s attempts to really make an outfit that would please him. The outfits became more and more revealing quite quickly. Zakia smiled as he watched Rarity play into his hands. He wanted to chuckle arrogantly in his success, but he remembered Ishtar’s words and lesson, choosing instead to hold back his laughter and decided he’d laugh only when Rarity lay twitching and cum soaked at his mercy.

The second set of zebras that came with him in the shop were the next to show themselves off. The mare showed far more skin, but most of her torso was covered. But it appeared far more skin tight and Zakia could faintly make out the nipples of the mare. While the rest of her legs were in a short skirt-like design, accompanied by no sleeves. The stallion was a little different. Mostly what appeared to be a loose fitting shirt that have a V style opening in the center that went down to nearly the abdomen to show off his muscular chest. He also noticed how the upper arms were better shown off, letting the defined muscles be revealed. The pants were slightly modified. Even though he didn’t make much mention of it, Zakia saw that the bulges were a little more noticable. Though not by much. It was obvious that Rarity had noticed their thick girths, and was trying to make the pants less, suggestive; with the bulge only just barely being seen. Zakia almost sighed at how a zebra would need to have a hardon just to show off what he had. This had to change as well. It wasn’t going to be enough. Though he would wait, maybe she would surprise him and not keep to this conserved style for to much longer.

“So...what do you think?” Rarity asked, her numerous outfits being displayed on both her countless mannequins, as well as the more accommodating and “completed” looking being worn by the four Siri “models”. “I do hope these are more what you had in mind.”

Zakia stood up and looked over the outfits. He was more than surprised how many outfits of such diversity could’ve been created in such a short time. He was worried at first that she’d repeat the mistakes of the first set but she didn’t which pleased him. The numerous mannequins showed outfits that ranged from the modest attire Rarity designed earlier to even outfits that one would see at a beach resort from how much skin would be shown. But it was the outfits worn by the models that really made Zakia give a satisfied smile. The first stallion’s outfit consisted of a still loose looking shirt, but was more open around the collar and neck area, while his pants seemed baggier and would be quite ease to take off when sex would be needed.

And speaking of easy sex access, the first mare’s outfit was a borderline sexy dream in cloth form. Her top was basically a well made pair of zebra pattern sash that ran around the breast and around the back. The way it held up the breasts added only emphasis to the sexy top and appeared to be early access, a stallion’s cock could slide upwards and the mare could titfuck without even taking off her top. Her belly was exposed and her wide hips were closely and comfortably hugged her ass in a short cloth skirt. Zakia couldn’t tell whether or not the model was even wearing underwear under the skirt and this made the skirt a good choice as any mare wearing it could go without any undergarments without it being noticed.

“Excellent. This is exactly what I had envisioned!” Zakia complemented, clapping his hands in joy. “You are far more skilled than Ishtar gave you credit.”

“Thank you.” Rarity nodded, I was surprised at how well this came out myself.”

“Yes, but tell me.” Zakia added, looking over to the mare. “Have you considered a more nightwear and sleepwear styles?”

“I suppose I can try that.” Rarity replied, quickly grabbing at her sketch pad. “I think I can come up with something. Do you...have any suggestions?”

“I would say, something a pony is only comfortable wearing alone.” Zakia answered, seeing a faint blush run across Rartiy’s face. “I understand striking at the truest form of Zebra fashion is hard, but we can take these more risque designs and apply them to a more romantic fashion line.”

“I...well…” Rarity was hesitant, it was obvious she wanted to politely turn Zakia down on his offer. But the prospect of pioneering a new trend in the more intimate area of fashion was very appealing. It was quite the chance to do so, most of those that did nightwear had a social lockdown on the area. It was far harder to get into that scene of fashion and be accepted by those that lead it.

“Before you answer.” Zakia added, placing his hand gently on Rarity’s shoulder. “I don’t want to rush you on making these outfits just yet. Think over your designs, but when they are made, I can promise to have Ishtar herself model them.”

“I...wah...well…” Rarity’s eyes were spinning. Ishtar, a model beyond models showing up in her line. This was publicity above all else. There was no way she could refuse. “I-I’ll do it. But I cannot create these attires just yet. I need to look into blending the two cultures together. If that is no problem.”

“Make me at least one stallion and one mare.” Zakia added. “I of course will need different designs, but something that can really help the creative ideas flow.”

“O-okay.” Rarity replied, backing away to put something together. “J-just please wait here.”

It was possibly a little over a quarter hour before Rarity emerged with something, by the way her mane held, she was puzzling over the designs. But it would appear she had something. To Zakia’s satisfaction, Rarity gestured the four zebras to join her. It was certainly something Zakia had hoped for, but remained patient. After several more minutes, Rarity, now more refined looking, drew the curtain and gestured her guest’s attention to the runway.

“I was able to make the first two, but after that, some other ideas came and I couldn’t resist myself.” Rarity confessed, but she could see Zakia was more than okay with these result. “Now for the first styles, the stallions.”

Walking out, the two stallions showed off their nighttime attire. One was wearing what appeared to be nothing more than a long pair of zebra printed pajama bottoms, but it appeared to be made of an a possible silk material. Something soft, but fitting, which was accompanied by a form fitting that in the light you could see through it ever so slightly. The sleeveless shirt made of a much cheaper but easier to create cotten but held a swirling design of zebra like stripes that led your eyes towards the center. Should the wearer be one of toned or refined build, he was sure that the partner of said wearer would be very pleased. It showed off the chest and arm muscles much better and obviously was more directed towards showing off the body than hiding it.

The second was in no shirt, but wore a poofy pear of shorts that seemed to do nothing to hide the obvious size of his cock bulge. He noticed the designs embroidered on them seemed to hug the thigh and almost act like it was a stylish outline where you’d expect a studs cock to hang from. It flowed on both sides. The fact that the zebra’s bulge settled in directly into the back of the embroidered design. The slightly transparent martial gave the cock a look as if it was decorated with a fancy design itself and not the shorts themselves

It was obvious that being around such hung zebras must’ve been having an impact on the fashionista. Zakia was even surprised how Rarity didn’t make it to complete zebra sizes, seeing that the smallest of tip of the zebra’s limp dick was on the verge of slipping out. Was this a minor oversight, or was Rarity becoming more accustomed to the more sexualized attire?

“Excited for prototypes.” Zakia replied, looking at the mare with a nod and smile. “And the mares?”

“Right here sir.” Rarity replied, gesturing the mares to join the stallions on the stage.

Zakia was taken back for only a moment at how sexy the outfits were. Rarity’s concerns with risque must’ve left her if these were her designs. The first mare was in a short, but form fitting shirt that just barely covered her full, braless breasts, while her bottom was a simple pair of lace panties at first glance but the finer sewing showed a variety of skilled worked. He noticed the selective symbols that she was shown before in the concepts and applied them to her own work.

This attire was definitely more for comfort, making sure the wearer would sleep well and not be seen by anyone. Zakia almost chuckled how the first option looked more like the end result of a mare wearing a tight shirt after an intense fuck. But he held back his laugh, he was greatly enjoying what the zebras were wearing. But as funny as the first one was, the second was by far the sexiest. It looked like something found in some erotic lingerie magazine. A poofy, fluffy and over all frilly covered bra-like cover that looked to be a near see through cloth that ran along the rest of the body, looking like a short shirt that ended at the belly button. The bottom was only a pair of panties that were made of the same fluff material as the bra but it had a parted entrance for the mares pussy. He could see the mares pussy in fact peaking through, her own arosual showing slightly as a slight trickle caught his eye in the light. The siri simply winked at him.

Zakia couldn’t help but lick his lips at the thought of how many mares he would break wearing that outfit in front of him. He even felt his pants tighten at the feeling of his hardening cock. But he held himself back, not wanting to fuck his own Siri. There would be time for that later.

“As you can see…” Rarity explained. “I couldn’t stop myself, but was able to make them as risque as I believe you would want. Since these outfits would only be worn in private.”

“This is true.” Zakia replied, looking the outfits over carefully before looking back to Rarity. “I will expect more in the near future, but these will do. These were perfectly done for such a short amount of time and I am most grateful at how fast they were designed and made.”

“Thank you Mr. Zakia.” Rarity thanked, nodding her head. “I’m glad you liked these various styles. I can have these mass produced before the week is out. Now, you mentioned a personal project.”

“Yes, yes I did.” Zakia replied, standing before the mare. “I need a more formal attire for myself. Something that would be accepted at a Gala but would still show my zebra heritage but also be socially acceptable within Canterlot. Now that you have some ideas of our fashion, I believe you have what it takes.”

“S-sure, that wont be a problem.” Rarity replied, thinking for a moment. “Yes, i’ll just need your measurements and we can begin.” Gesturing towards her own workshop upstairs, Rarity beckoned that Zakia follow her. “Follow me.” Zakia followed close behind Rarity, making sure she knew how he was nearly a breath away from her body. This made the mare shiver a little; as though a small chill ran up her spine. One at her workshop, which also doubled as her bedroom, Rarity tried to compose herself. “Now I just need you to - ” Turning around, Rarity’s face erupted in an even more red blush than before. Zakia wasted no time and had already used his cuffs to quickly dirobe. “Dear Celestia...why are you…”

“Oh, my apologies.” Zakia apologized, though he could clearly see Rarity’s eyes were staring directly at his large but limp cocks. “I want to make sure you have the most accurate measurements. I’ve been required to do this due to my size so tailors could best work around my measurements. Is that not what you need?”

“N-n-no, no, that’s correct.” Rarity gulped nervously, her hands trembling as she held the measuring tape. “I-I-I just didn’t think you’d do that...but since you have...l-let’s begin.” Rarity was so focused and distracted by Zakia’s cocks to notice how the zebra looked at her as though she was some whore who was all but begging to be fucked to unconciousness.

Rarity nervously runs the measuring tape along Zakia’s body. The zebra only stood tall and relaxed as he let the bashful mare measure over his body. It almost made him chuckle as she measured his twin cocks. Even hanging between his legs, Zakia’s cocks were still better than any stallion Rarity had ever seen. Swallowing nervously, Rarity tried to quickly measure and move on. But it was so hard. The musk of Zakia’s loins was burning in her nostrils. It was making her body shiver and become warmer.

“Is something the matter my dear?” Zakia asked, pretending to care but fully aware of how the mare was focusing quite heavily on his cocks. It was like her eyes saw nothing else. “I hope this isn’t being too bold of me.”

“N-no, no darling…” Rarity stuttered nervously, her face was red with a scarlet blush. Taking a small step back, she tried to reorganize her thought. “I-I-I have never known there was such a thing as...as this…”

“This? Oh, you mean these…” Zakia replied, taking both floppy cocks in his hands. “Yes, this is a lot to take in at once. You see, I was blessed by our God of Fertility.” He could tell Rarity was a little confused and decided to further explain. “You see, the Zebra numbers have been dwindling over the past decades and so I was chosen by our God to help increase our numbers. I am to seek out the most beautiful, strong, and intelligent of mares and bear countless foals with them to help the Zebra population.” Zakia did his best to make sure to look into Rarity’s eyes when he said the word “beautiful”. He wanted to be sure to plant some seeds of desire in her mind. “This Blessing also allows me to impregnate non-zebra mares, to help our population. That was one other reason i came to Ponyville. I heard there were only the most beautiful of mares there.”

“Beautiful. Well, I am charmed…” Rarity blushed, but her eyes kept going back to the twin cocks. How big they were, and how strong they smelled. It made her body tremble a little; as if she wanted to submit to such a thing. But just as quickly as she was put in a lustful haze, the fashion mare brought herself somewhat out of it. “OKay, well, what we need to do then, is to try and take attention away from the bulge area so anypony who see your outfit will not be distracted...by those.” Rarity bit her nail as she looked again at the big cocks.

“If you say so. I know you can do it. Speaking of doing it.” Zakia smirked, taking a step forward. He could feel that the time was right to make his move. Rarity trembled a little as she saw the hulking frame of the zebra approach her, but she was slow to move away. “It looks like you were looking at them for more than just the outfit.” Before she knew it, Rarity was backed against the wall; a naked Zakia pressing one hand against the wall as he leaned in. Close enough to whisper in fact as Zakia smiled at her.”You are very beautiful Rarity. Almost like a Goddess in my culture.”

Rarity said nothing. She was flattered, blushing at being so praised on her looks. But Zakia was right, or at least mostly right. Rarity’s liking of his cocks was debatable, but she was at the very least curious. But it was this level and mix of curiosity and shyness that Zakia found quite interesting. It wasn’t as shy as Fluttershy where a drug was needed to give a small bit of courage. Nor was this the curiosity like Applejack where a drug was needed to keep her interested. It was a near perfect blend; the drug wasn’t needed not that he was gonna allow himself to use them anyways. Zakia was going to take this mare with nothing more than his own cocks and skills.

“Let’s start with something easy.” Zakia whispered, resting his free hand on Rarity’s soft mane, running his fingers slowly through her curls. “Why not show me what you want.” Rarity hesitated for a moment. “Or perhaps you want me to guide you.”

Rarity’s body loosened a little. She was unable to fully resist Zakia as his hand slowly pressed against her. She felt her body lowering to her knees. With what strength she could muster, Rarity tried to push her hands against Zakia’s chest, but his hand was too much, forcing her down a little harder. This action only caused her hands to slide along the front of his body and landed on his soft, yet big cocks.

“There, that’s much better.” Zakia hummed a little, feeling Rarity’s soft touch on his shafts. Blood was already flowing as his cocks began to stiffen. “How about you get to moving those delightful hands.”

Rarity, unable to stop herself, started to slowly and gently jerk her hands over bother lengths. Each hand wrapped around their own shaft as the twin cocks swelled thicker and longer. It wasn’t long before Zakia was at his half erectness where Rarity could see her hand was holding more and more cock. Leaning in, Rarity couldn’t help herself as she let her tongue out, flicking it against the strong tasting cockhead. Once her tongue had a taste, it couldn’t stop, licking at the tips; the smallest beads of precum tantalizing her taste buds. After a short while, Rarity’s slow and delicate jerking was slowly making progress. Zakia watched and felt his cocks slowly begin to rise and harden; growing larger, longer, and thicker in the mare’s hands. Once both cocks were fully erect, the mare’s eyes widened as she saw her fingers were just barely able to wrap themselves around the sheer girth. The flared tips almost twitched at her soft touch and the sheer thickness of the medial ring made the mare’s mouth let out a soundless “wow”.

“That’s a good mare.” Zakia commented, rubbing Rarity’s mane as though she was a pet.

This caused the mare to shiver in almost delight as she picked up her speed. Zakia’s cocks were being jerked at a much more normal speed as Rarity’s hands danced along each massive inch of the length. It was as if Rarity's hands had a will of their own as they moved along the thick cocks. It was like every motion her hands and mind held was an act of worship to these divine shafts. She had never seen, let alone held such strong and masculine cocks. It was different than the small handful of stallions she had taken in bed. But they all paled compared to Zakia. Even the one or two who could measure up in size or thickness could only provide one dick, Zakia having two was twice as impressive if not a bit frightening and made her question if she would be able to handle such monstrosities.

Rarity swallowed hard, she had no idea how long it has been since she started stroking the cocks in front of her. It was impossible to take her eyes off it as they seemed to put herself into a trance she didn’t want to break out of. Each twitch seemed to reinvigorate her curiosity, and the strong musky smell only held her in place like a submissive mare. Zakia was aware of this, and while he would normally grow bored and just go into the facefucking, the stallion decided to play this out. He wanted to not only savor this little fun, but also see if he could break a mare without the drug. Ishtar was right, Zakia had grown arrogant. He had to rediscover his more subtle craftiness and humility in his conquests. And it would begin with this sexy mare; as she stroked her eyes stayed fixed, almost hypnotized.

After a few more minutes, Zakia was growing ever so curious as to how submissive Rarity was becoming. He wanted to fuck Rarity’s inviting mouth, but he wanted her to beg him for it, he wanted to see her plea for his taste; but not without a small teasing first. His eyes looked down at Rarity like a cunning predator. She felt so weak, so helpless. Yet, her body seemed to shiver in delight and was enjoying being dominated. Pushing hips forward a little, Zakia’s cockheads pressed against Rarity’s lips; this gave the mare to get a small taste of the thick precum that oozed out from the cock slits.

“You like how it tastes?” Zakia asked, looking down at the mare. “You can have more of it if you want. Really take in the flavor and savoir it if you so desire.”

Rarity surprisingly chose to keep stroking Zakia off, her movement had slowed, but still remained steady in its rhythmic pattern; though keeping her licking motion on and off the tip, not taking in more than an inch along her tongue. This revelation was interesting. A mare capable of resisting his cocks, even as such a close range. Rarity had more willpower than Zakia gave her credit. But he knew it wouldn't last. Rarity wasn’t resisting him, she was merely indecisive. And Zakia wanted to help her in her decision. But he wanted to be subtle, his mind going back to the lessons of Ishtar, Zakia had to think of a more refined way to go about this.

Rarity licked her lips again, the taste was becoming too much for her to handle. She could taste how of a stud Zakia was, how virile his cocks were. It was intoxicating. She wanted to smother her face in this smell, bottle it, and wear it on her as perfume every day. She could feel the shafts twitch as her hot breath kissed at the tips, pre cum oozing out as she found it harder and harder to resist. She wanted another taste. But she didn’t want Zakia to just smack it against her face again. Aroused or not, Rarity was a refined mare and would move at her own pace. But it was hard, far harder than she thought to resist.

“S-s-surly, there’s no harm in having a bigger...taste…” Rarity stuttered, hoping to at least play off her horniness as curiosity; though Zakia could see through her ruse. Not that it mattered, smirking, Zakia loosened his hold to allow the mare to lean in, but just as she loosened up, the zebra pressed her face against his cocks. Rarity’s eyes widened, but then dulled over as the strong musk began to overtake her senses.

“I think you want more than just a simple taste.” Zakia teased, using his hand to hold Rarity in place as he smeared her lipstick across the tips of both cocks between each breath. “How about you take more of it?” Rarity seemed to refuse at first, and Zakia was not going to have any of that. It was time for him to be much more direct. “I want you to fully experience my blessing. I want you to worship them and show me just how much you desire them. You’ve shown my sack great devotion, but I feel you wish to show me more. Show much just how much of a slut you can be.”

Rarity shook, the word “slut”, to be so degraded; while not a major fetish of hers, was still an experience that made the mare tremble. She wasn’t completely turned on by it, but Rarity had known that a number of stallions would call mares things like “slut” or “whore” in the heat of the moment because it turned the stallion on. So Rarity wasn’t going to make a big deal about it. Her resistance weakened for a moment, and Zakia used that moment to push past her lips. Though unable to get both in, Zakia managed to shoved half of one cock in Rarity’s mouth. It was a warm and wet silky embrace as he nearly touched the back of her throat with his cock. Rarity shivered at the strong and musky taste. It was nearly mind shattering how the masculine flavor alone was making the mare drenched and aroused. The taste seemed to constantly change though, it almost seemed to change between her favorite foods she’d treat herself. Changing from a sweet velvet cake to a cup of black leave tea. Then it would assault her senses with a powerful rush of pleasure. If the second were to be forced in her mouth, Rarity she didn’t think she would be able to manage. If not for the sheer size but the constant state of pleasure her body was being riddled with. She knew the musk and taste of some stallions could affect a mare greatly, but this was far more than she had ever expected and she didn’t want it to stop.

“It’s a start I suppose.” Zakia commented, pulling out slightly, only to drive his cock back in the mare’s mouth; running the thick length across her moist tongue. “For a fancy mare, you have quite the high class whore mouth. I can’t stop my hips already.”

Zakia thrusted himself in and out of Rarity’s mouth, keeping her head somewhat steady with one hand as he used the other to ensure his free cock was pressed and rubbing against the mare’s face, sliding across her face and letting his scent really set in. Her hair was getting a bit more messed up with each thrust as the cock rode across her face and the pre-cum dribbled into her hair though Zakia paid little mind to it at the moment..

It was while he was rubbing his cock against Rarity’s cheek, that an idea hit the bold zebra; something to really make the mare feel like a degraded skank. Pushing his cocks a little deeper down her throat, Zakia not only plunged one dick to the back of Rarity’s mouth, but managed to have his other cock reach her well groomed, silky smooth mane.

“This is certainly different.” Zakia chuckled, taking some of Rarity’s mane and rubbing it against his free cock. As he bucked his hips in a more rhythmic and consistent motion, the zebra was effectively fucking not only the mare’s mouth, but her mane curls as well as her mane felt like a exotic silk that was pleasant to the touch. “But not unwanted, this feels quite good. So keep sucking.”

Rarity was still against this, but at the same time, she could not fully resist. Being in such a serving position was degrading. It reminded her of one of her most humiliating nights. But at the same time, this felt different.

Zakia was not some sex obsessed, ass of a brute. He was far more refined. He showed great respect to Rarity and greatly complimented her. He was kind and showed he cared and had been concerned when she felt even the slightest bit uncomfortable. But now, now she was servicing his cock, willingly and with some form of enjoyment that she’d normally not have. What was it that drove her to be so much more accepting of the stallion before her. Normally she’d feel as if what she was doing was wrong, but it didn’t feel wrong at all.

“There, there, such a good mare.” Zakia commented, gently petting at some of Rarity’s mane, as if she were a greatly cared for pet. “You are doing such a good job, the pleasure you’re giving me is exquisite. .” Though she did not know the full extent of his words, Rarity still felt less used and more appreciated even with cock in her mouth which was a first since her unfortunate night with Blueblood.

Zakia felt as Rarity was slowly giving in with each passing thrust. Her mouth opening wider to let in more of the phallic flesh. Her mouth was almost acting on it’s own, the thickness of the cock was making her mouth all but worship the girthy zebra dicks in her maw. Her tongue seemed to have obtained a mind of it’s own as it went after ever spot it could reach across Zakia’s cock. She was still not mentally at Zakia’s beck and call, but her mouth was all but begging to bow to the cocks of the said Zebra said. Zakia felt not only that his cocks were reaching deeper in Rarity’s mouth, but as he thrusted himself in and out in a slow and steady motion, he felt one of the mare’s hands slide up Zakia’s thigh, meeting at his heavy, cum filled balls as she started fondling them, the tip of her tongue that was partially flopping out pressed and “kissed” at his thick sack. Zakia could feel the oral affection and worship Rarity was giving him. His balls shivered at the soft and eager touch of the orally devoted mare. Zakia felt he was going to cum, and it was going to be a big, thick, hot load that he was going to splatter all over Rarity’s body or down her throat resulting in her having a bloated cum filled belly.

Rarity was in a world all of her own, how big and thick Zakia felt in her mouth, and how the other cock rubbed on her face . It was a feeling she always enjoyed. But this was different, this was better, Rarity could feel her pussy burning with delight as Zakia’s taste imprinted itself as she sucked more and more. It was almost like a delicacy for her. Soon enough, Rarity began to bob her head up and down the cock in her mouth, suckling on it and running the length along her tongue. But Zakia wanted to be a little crueler, he wanted this slut-to-be to work a lot harder for it. Keeping his hands in their place, the zebra held the mare’s head just enough where she would have to put more effort into sucking him off and moving herself than before. Zakia was making it subtle but clear, if Rarity wanted his cock in her mouth, she’d have to go at it like a facefuck.

“Good, very good.” Zakia hummed, looking down at the mare, her eyes more focusing on the cock in front of her. “I knew you’d get into it, you just needed the motivation.” Wanting to get a reaction out of her, Zakia decided to thrust forward, nearly bottoming out his full length in Rarity’s mouth. This widened her eyes and caused her to squeal a little. If Zakia didn’t know any better, he was certain Rarity was cumming from that small thrust. “Much better. Work hard, and I’ll give you a good dicking.”

Rarity soon seemed to double her efforts, moving her head over Zakia’s dick like a mare possessed. She sucked on him harder and harder, as if she was trying to suck the cum from his balls. Zakia didn’t mind this, in fact, he was enjoying it, savoring every second of the mare’s attempts to make him cum. Rarity took a hand and began to gently fondle Zakia’s balls, churning and feeling the warm, thick cum that lay away in his sack. She moaned a little as the thought of such a heavy load busting all over her body was making her shiver with an almost forbidden delight. Zakia only watched the mare move her moaning, silky wet mouth from his cock and rub her tongue along the shaft and press her muzzle on his musky balls. She wasted no time before taking one heavy cum filled orb in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she felt her body becoming hotter and hotter from the pleasure. Zakia could feel himself almost ready to cum. He wanted to blow his load already, to give this mare the cum she was eagerly trying to pump out. But she wasn’t going to have it, at least not so easily. But he wanted to keep that fact away from Rarity. For now, Zakia settled on having Rarity suckle and suck at him. But despite Ishtar’s lessons from earlier, Zakia couldn’t help be a little cocky. Pulling himself away, he sat on the nearby chair, showing off the saliva coated cock and the free erect cock.

“Come.” Zakia said, beckoning Rarity to come towards him with his finger. His words like honey to the mare. “If you really want, then come to me and get it.”

Rarity stayed in place for the moment, her eyes looking at the cocks. So close, yet so far. Not even a minute would pass by the time she would reach them, and yet it felt like her body could was taking forever to grab them. Swallowing her last bits of nervousness and courage, Rarity tried to move forward. Her small confidence, however, had only gave her enough strength to move, but she could barely stand. Looking at Zakia like a timid animal, Rarity crawled her way on all fours to him. The studly zebra watched with a gleeful expression as this proud mare seemed to approach him like a common whore but with the elegance of a high class courtesan.

“Good girl.” Zakia replied, petting Rarity’s head as she reached him, resting both cocks on her face. “But I want to try something I am sure you’ll love.”

Before Rarity could say anything, or even make another sound, Zakia aligned both his cocks against her lips. It was obvious was the zebra had in mind. He want to fuck Rarity’s face with both at the same time. Most mares, even his Siri would struggle with this, but Zakia had confidence in the mare’s skills as well as a nagging sensation in the back of his mind to do it.

Rarity offered no resistance, it was as if she wanted to be face fucked like that, so long as she could have more of this taste. Rarity was a strange case, even Zakia noticed it. She wasn’t an easy to break mare, or even a secret slut, she was a pony who seemed to enjoy larger, more masculine stallions offer themselves to her, and she was happy to drink at his musk and cum like a rare wine. If the roles were reversed he was sure she’d be a very intense and passionate mistress. Zakia shrugged his shoulders at the thought though, he would savor Rarity like a slut later, for now, he wanted to make her beg for his cum to make her yearn for more after she got just a small taste.

“Think you can handle this?” Zakia asked, watching as Rarity looked at the twin cocks that were pressed at her muzzle. Zakia wasn’t certain if the mare could take his lengths, but his curiosity was overwhelming his better judgement. But Rarity seemed somewhat unfazed, only trying to take the two heads in her mouth. “Oh? Well this is interesting.” Zakia’s mind wandered, could all pony mares take two large cocks down their throats without issue? Or was this something special to the elements of harmony and their kin? This was a thought for another time though.

Zakia was unaware of this, but this wasn’t the first time Rarity had taken more than one at once. It was an unfortunate night that she wanted to forget but was reminded near bi-weekly due to it’s source constantly arriving at her doorstep.

During her first Galloping Gala, Rarity was approached by Princess Celestia’s nephew, Prince Blueblood. Desperate to find her “Prince Charming”, Rarity foolishly did whatever Blueblood asked her to do. This unfortunately made Rarity service not only Blueblood, but two of his friends at the same time. As humiliating as it was, what really made Rarity beat Blueblood and his friends was how they tried to screw her and leave her in a pool of her shame. It was a night the mare never forgot, but compared to the cocks she took that night, Zakia’s twin massive lengths would fit in her tight throat; if not, it would be a bit of a small squeeze.

She opened her mouth wider, taking in both cocks in a way that even made Zakia raise an eyebrow, but this only meant he didn’t need to be so gentle. Pulling back, he rammed his cocks in and out of Rarity’s mouth, letting the mare moan a muffled cry over his dicks as they ravaged her soft and velvet mouth hole. Rarity raised her hands, grabbing at Zakia’s thighs as she bobbed her head hard and harder, a visible throat bulge showed as the mare swallowed precum with each motion. She had a sample, but now she wanted to drink.

“Not so fast there.” Zakia teased, not stopping Rarity’s eager self facefuck, but rather using a skill he learned from Ishtar to hold back his orgasm; effectively denying Rarity her delicious cum. “I’m sure you want to savor it when it comes.” Zakia’s words seemed to fall of deaf ears, Rarity still moved her head over him like she was trying to drink down everything. “Or you can do that, that...that works too.”

Zakia wasn’t sure what to make of this. Rarity wasn’t like he usual prey but she was taking his dicks like one, and yet, she held herself like some high class mare. Zakia could only smirk, he saw this as a challenge, he wanted to break this mare even more. Her every motion, how she seemed like she was in control, even with cocks inside her. It reminded Zakia so much of Ishtar. There was no way Rarity could even come close to Ishtar’s skills, Zakia knew this all too well. But this was the closest he was going to get to beating his teacher.

Zakia could feel thall to familiar sensation of his orgasm building up, he was ready to let it out and fill the mare’s mouth with his hot spunk. But something gave him pause. He had to stop. This was not what he was meant to do, he was letting himself slip. Ishtar’s words resonated in the back of his mind, reminding him about the patience and control he was supposed to show. With great reluctance, Zakia started changing his breathing and steadied his mind, keeping his orgasm back. But this wasn’t enough, by how Rarity’s mouth felt on his cock, he felt she was going to reach her own climax soon, this couldn’t be allowed.

Zakia took a deep another breath, keeping himself focused on his goals. Rarity’s pleasure was not one of them, but the feeling of this mare on his cock was still a feeling he had not considered. She wasn’t as determined and easy to give into cock worship as any mare he had face fucked so far. But she also wasn’t being stubborn and stiff, or sloppy. It was like her mouth was trained to suck cock and it was a vacuum that could suck the soul out of a stallion. But he had to stop. Tease her, make her want more of it; not to simply hand it over to her as a gooey load.

Struggling to do so, but managing to gather the willpower, Zakia pulled his cocks from Rarity’s mouth. Looking down at the mare’s expression, he knew she wasn’t broken, not yet; but she was enjoying the feeling of the cocks being so close. For an instant, he could almost have sworn that in an urge of dissatisfaction, she leaned forward to get just one more lick but denied herself it.

”That’s quite enough I think.” Zakia pulled himself away, taking his cock from Rarity’s lips and reclined a little more comfortably on the bed. “I was only meaning for this to be playful teasing at first. As they say, a bit of fun at work never hurts. But when you started getting into it, I couldn’t stop. I do apologize for coming on so strong I do hope you can forgive me. But we do need to be professional about this all my dear. Business first, pleasure second after all.”

“S-so I can work on the next designs?’ Rarity asked, her mind and body still in shock over what happened. One moment, Zakia had been so kind, so gentle, and the next she was forced to service him; and yet he was know behaving in such a caring and kind manner again. She could not process everything fast enough. Fear kept her in place, but a lingering feeling, one she was struggling to deny, a feeling of pleasure was whispering in the back of her mind. But she forced herself to recompose herself. She quickly adjusted to have a less panting expression and a more professional, stoic one. “Right?”

“Oh course.” Zakia nodded, showing the mare a warm and kind smile. “Now please, don’t mind me.”

Rarity turned her back, hesitant to do so but she had to in order to begin her work. Igniting her horn, the mare lifted a number of dazzling fabrics, zebra printed cloth, and sparkling threads around. As she worked her sewing magic, Rarity’s mind was still in a tussle. What had happened, how it felt in and on her body.

The feeling of being so boldy taken like that, and yet Zakia seemed so kind, so gentle. The conflicting personality to action, it plagued the mare’s mind. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. Zakia was was so different than Blueblood. What he did to her, the anguish she suffered at his hands. It was too much, but her body didn’t forget; how could it? But Zakia was different.

He wasn’t some brute, but he was so bold, so strong, so commanding but also caring and gentle as well. Rarity shook her head, trying to get the thoughts out of her mind. She was almost done with a couple more designs. But her thoughts seemed to have leaked onto the fabric, altering the designs to be something different than what she had in mind.

Looking over the pair, Rarity’s eyes widened at what she had made. Both were little more than patches and sections of zebra print, held together with firm looking straps. The difference between them was how the outfit would look worn. Sighing, Rarity was ready to simply scrap the idea, but something gave her pause. Her body couldn’t simply tear the strings loose and try again. Her mind wanted to spare the outfits, no, to show them off to Zakia.

Reluctantly, and with a great mental struggle, she decided to reveal them to the zebra. Pulling a pair of mannequins over, she quickly dressed them.

Zakia raised an eyebrow, looking the outfits over for a bit. Getting up to get a closer look, he observed them, studying them. The first one showed that it could have a zebra printed silk covering the breasts, as well as what was practically a zebra loincloth covering the crotch and wrapping around the flank. All of this held by straps and what appeared to be gleaming soft gold and shimmering gems.

The second had more in the front but less in the back. The front was a mass of zebra like striped design covering from neck, down the breasts, belly, and ending only a few inches towards the middle of the thigh. But it was what was behind that seemed to show off a fun surprise. The back was bare, save for a cord that ran along the back of the neck that looked easy to undo. The rest of the back that held and sign of clothing was around the ass, but it was more like a series of tight looking cords that hugged the rear like a vice and showed off the flank as if it were an invitation.

“A-as you can see.” Rarity tried to explain, though looking at the sultry attires, her face was in a scarlet blush. “Both outfits are a little more revealing and could also be used in...in other...other uses.” Rarity’s mouth couldn’t say it, but her conflicting mind envisioned it. Herself, wearing any of these two slutty outfits and Zakia ramming her hot and sweaty body with his massive cocks. “W-what do you think?”

“Not bad.” Zakia replied, placing his hands on Rarity’s shoulders. “But I believe you can make a few more. Can’t you?”

“S-s-sure.” Rarity struggled to resist, Zakia’s honey sweet tone melting away her mind and her body seemed to react to his touch.

Turning to continue her work, Rarity jumped a little with a small “eep” as she felt Zakia’s hold move up and down her shoulder, almost as if he was massaging her. But through he soft touch, and her delicate flesh tingling at the feeling, the mare continued to work, floating more fabrics together, sewing them as her growingly lewd mind bled onto her creations.

The next pair of outfits, which were quickly placed across more mannequins, resembled the nightwear. The first was a one piece that was modest but still was completely transparent with a faint zebra pattern that almost gave the impression that whoever was wearing it was a zebra as well. The second was more elaborate, A corset like design paired with a pair of silk panties made up the most noticeable parts of the outfit, but the long stockings and sleeves hugged at the limbs like a lover and the back and sides seemed to be connected and yet appeared so easy to remove.

“H-how’s that?” Rarity asked, her body becoming hotter as she felt Zakia’s hands shift and gently slide down the side of her body, resting at her wide hips. “T-this is good enough?”

“Almost my dear.” Zakia replied, licking his lips, he could feel Rarity’s resistance melting away. She was going to throw herself too him, he just had to push her a little more. “One more pair, can you do that?”

“S-sure.” Rarity replied, though a part of her wanted him to keep touching her. She felt her pussy quiver and leak her passion on the ground, she had to settle that as soon as possible, but for now, she worked.

Raising the next set of cloth, Rarity put them together in anyway she could. But her body and magic was far more sloppy, less focused as she felt Zakia’s touch slowly begin to explore her body. His hot breath kissed at her skin. This last pair was by far the simplest, but given how the zebra was “distracting” her, it was expected. Even the mannequins she pulled shook from her denied by building climax as she felt every moment Zakia’s hands rested on her made her womb gush and beg to be kissed by a massive cock. The first was little more than a fishnet body suit, covering the torso, arms, and legs, but being separated and each being easy to remove, though how it seemed to hold the body tightly gave it a much greater value. The second was even lazier. Just a pair of fishnet sleeves and stocking, a small strip of cloth hugging along the pussy and the only thing that covered the breast area was an only barely thicker strip of zebra printed cloth that ran from a choker on the neck and ran along the chest and rested loosely on the front of the breasts.

“Almost there.” Zakia commented, his hands gently rubbing Rarity’s flank with one hand and his other sliding up her belly, just barely at her breast but denying her the feeling. “While watching, an idea came to mind.” Rarity tried to reply, but a low and soft moan escaped her lips as she opened her mouth. “You see, I vaguely recall Ishtar modeling an outfit that was the talk of Canterlot. Think you can do something like that?”

Rarity knew all too well the outfit, it was a great source of inspiration, and envy. But this chance was too much to pass up. It was a chance to make an outfit that could rival Ishtar’s. Trying, and failing, to ignore Zakia’s touch as she worked her magic. The outfit was easy to make, she practically made it on the mannequin. It started out with a tight, almost constricting body suit. But as Zakia’s hands explored her body some more, Rarity lifted a pair of scissors and did her work, cutting away at what cloth wasn’t needed. Within moments, the work had been done. The mannequin’s outfit was more like something a mare would wear to show off her body. It was sleeveless with a pair of cords running up and around the collar and neck, the low cut front stopping around the nipple area. While the belly was covered by a thick line of fabric that covered the pussy, but appeared easy to move, then coiled down the leg like a second skin. This was almost like something from a pony’s wet dreams, and Zakia was loving what he saw.

“Very nice.” Zakia stated, releasing his gentle hold on Rarity’s head. “Forget foreplay. I think we should have some real fun.” Snapping his fingers, the door opened to show the two Siri were standing at the ready.

“W-what!? This isn’t...I mean…” Rarity panicked, not sure how to handle this. “W-what are you…” She was scared, but she felt as though her body had been robbed of a climax a part of her wanted. It was almost as if her mind was telling her no, but her body was telling her yes. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it, to admit she wanted to worship this studly zebra. The shame alone was making her legs wobble. “T-t-this…isn’t…”

“O-okay, well w-what about them?” Rarity asked, looking to two of the Siri “models”.

“Oh them.” Zakia replied, gesturing his hand in a nonchalant manner towards Rarity. “They won’t be doing anything, don’t mind them.” Looking over the outfits, his eyes drank in the numerous designs, but mere mannequins weren't enough, he wanted them on a real body. “Your outfits are few beautiful you know.” His voice taking Rarity’s attention. The look in his eyes looked almost sinister, it made the mare tremble a little. “But I still need to see if they are...durable…” Taking a few steps forward, Zakia couldn’t help but rest his hands back on Rarity’s body, making the mare shiver a little at his touch.

“T-they’ll hold in any condition, I assure you.” Rarity remarked, trying to defuse the situation; fear overtaking her previous arousal. Yet, she still felt her pussy getting wetter. She could feel as Zakia began to gently stroke the nape of her neck as he began to speak again.

“But my dear, I still want proof.” Zakia replied, leaning in close enough to whisper. “I want to see your beautiful body in them. I want you to model for me. Don’t hold yourself back any longer, let loose and show off your lovely form.”

“B-but there’s no catwalk or anything.” Rarity commented, a little scared, and trying to think of a way out of this. But at the same time, a part of her mind wanted to do this, her resistance dissolved with each passing moment. “B-but if you really want me to.”

“That is a good point.” Zakia pondered playfully, then looked at the mare. “Let us continue this downstairs.”

Once he arrived downstairs, Zakia saw with an eager smile, that the other two Siri had already secured the building. The windows were all sealed and curtains drawn. The door was locked and even barricaded. Even the lights were dimmed to give the impression that the boutique was closed. It was good to see his agents able to think ahead and meet his expectations. Rarity was still nervous. Timid as a flower and shivering like a fragile leaf in the wind. But she was able to walk herself down the stairs. Behind them, the other Siri carried the numerous outfits, all now on hangers and light carriers to allow them all to be brought down.

“Now then.” Zakia asked, looking to Rarity. “What would you like to try first? I will of course, let you decide the order, but you will be trying everything you’ve made.”

Rarity gulped, but knew there was no going back. All she could do was nod, a blush running across her face as the thought of the more revealing outfits would make her body look like came to mind. Reluctantly, the mare walked behind the large curtain, not wanting to have Zakia see her as she got herself ready. She knew if she had to humiliate herself, she was going to do it quickly and get it over with. But at the back of her mind, the strong urge to jump the zebra stud started to grow. She wasn’t some loose whore, but she also was a mare who knew what liked and despite his brutish approach, Zakia was a well sculptured stallion.

After a moment, Rarity took her first steps out onto the runway. Rarity’s first choice was the most modest, Zakia only watched with great eagerness for the mare to strut herself down the lane. Rarity, embarrassed, still carried herself on. While she did find it a shame to be the one to show her outfit off like this, but yet a part of her burned with an slow growing arousal. She knew all too well what was making her feel so hot and bothered, and another part of her hated how good it was making her feel.

“An interesting choice.” Zakia commented, looking Rarity over as she swayed herself. “But I want to see that gorgeous body in something more, liberating.”

Rarity felt a small flutter in her heart and a heat in her loins as she heard Zakia’s words. They were direct and yet so honest and sincere. She wanted to hear him praise her more. How he thought of her, and as she felt one hand stray a little down her body, she felt a tingling and feeling of what he would feel closer to her. The thought of his cocks, the strong taste it had, had left an impression on the mare, and the more embarrassed she felt, the greater the urges were growing. She could feel the lust in Zakia’s eyes pierce through her as she rummaged to put on the next outfit.

Unbeknownst to anypony, Rarity’s body did contain a small secret, and it was all because of the mark on her womb. After the Grand Galloping Gala, and the humiliation she suffered at the hands of Prince Blueblood, Rarity’s troubles with the spoiled noblecolt didn’t end. After beating the stallion and his friends, the Prince decided to “punish” Rarity for it. Sending a letter that forced her to return to Canterlot, Rarity was blackmailed by the stallion into a sex slave contract. If she refused, he would ensure that she would lose everything she held dear. Her public life, her business, the respect of her fellow fashion ponies, all of it would be lost and replaced with nothing but shame.

Whether Blueblood could fulfill these threats was impossible to know but Rarity didn’t want to take that chance, and signed the contract. To ensure his new sex slave would be well trained, Blueblood had a mark placed on Rarity’s womb. The more humiliation and fear she felt, the greater her pleasure would become; and for the last several months, the spoiled Prince had used and abused Rarity to no end. As she was “trained” by Blueblood, Rarity’s body adapted to it. Knowing that a pony was looking at her lustfully got her attention, having to wear a revealing outfit would get her wet, but engaging in exhibitionism made the mare orgasm at the slightest glance or touch.

Walking out into her next outfit, Rarity decided to show off more skin, though feeling Zakia’s gaze only made her legs grow weak and her pussy ached to be touched. She could more than just imagine his massive cocks inside her, she could almost feel it spreading her as she struggled to walk down the way. Usually, when she would get this aroused, she would flee to the closest private area and feverishly masturbate, but she was trapped on the runway; her mark of arousal glowly slightly in the light.

“Such a beautiful form you have my dear.” Zakia clapped his hands, licking his lips as he savored the sight of the mare like a banquet was being laid out. “But you seem a little wobbly, everything alright?”

“I-I just need to step down for a little bit.” Rarity answered, trying to talk her way out of this showing off without mentioning how turned on she was. “I-I-I just don’t feel as comfortable as I thought I would.”

“I understand your concerns.” Zakia answered, but his eyes grew cold and his gaze ran through Rarity’s body, making her shudder. “But I insist you continue.”

“O-okay.” Rarity replied, feeling defeated and the shame nearly driving her to a small orgasm as she turned and walked back to the outfits in the back.

The next outfit Rarity chose was much more revealing, Zakia could tell she was easily getting more and more into the rhythm and would soon come out in what the zebra was planning for her. For now, however, he watched and savored his victory to come. He knew it wouldn’t be long now. But that strange mark on her womb, it still hit the back of Zakia’s mind, he swore he saw this mark before, or something similar; but still nothing came to mind. BUt his mind was quickly distracted as Rarity made her way across the runway. Her embarrassment was obvious as her face was nearly scarlet in a blush, but she walked with a more seductive strute. Almost as if she wanted Zakia to say something, and the smirking zebra was more than happy to oblige.

“Very beautiful.” Zakia smiles, his eyes looking Rarity over, though the mare felt the weight of the gaze on her breasts and heavy ass. But as she felt the embarrassment grow, so did the arousal the mark cursed her with. She only hoped Zakia would see her small trembling as a sign of excitement and not a sexual lust. “You really fill out the outfit well and would love to see you in it outside the shop sometime.”

“S-sure…” Rarity replied, trying to hold back the moans that the mark was making her make. “W-whatever you say..d-darling...excuse me!”

She quickly ran back to the small dressing corner, tucking herself in a “private” spot and started to feverishly rub her sensitive clit; using the other mouth to muffle her sound as she forced a quick, but strong orgasm out of her body before looking to the other outfits. She couldn’t take much longer and wanted this to end. But her sense of decency was slipping, looking to the most revealing outfit, Rarity knew this could end it. But another part of her felt otherwise. What if this wouldn’t be enough? What if Zakia wanted her in something else, something more revealing? She knew this would be the end of her, she could not bear to go out and face his strong and penetrating gaze without her dropping to the ground in orgasm. Her body was too well trained to last so long before lust would overtake her.

“Rarity, my dear, are you doing all right?” Zakia called, not entering, but he could smell the mare’s sweet aroma. “I hope there is nothing wrong?”

“N-nothing is wrong!” Rarity replied, her voice almost sounding like she came from the fear of being caught. “I-I-I don’t think I can finish this.”

“Oh? I see.” Zakia replied, but though Rarity couldn’t see it, his eyes stared at the curtain. As patient as he was trying to be, Zakia was quickly losing it. His eyes glared nearly through the curtain, even the Siri behind him began to sweat a little as they felt his growing annoyance. Taking a deep breath, Zakia finally spoke. “Put on the outfit.”

“...okay…” Rarity weakly replied, her voice was filled with a mix of fear and arousal. This tone that she heard from Zakia, it was firm, strong, demanding, direct; it was making her masochistic cunt gush from a need. She needed to fuck a stud soon. It wouldn’t be long before she would jump the first dick she saw; and given how this was all going, the amre was realizing that the zebra ordering her was going to be that stud. “J-just let me make some adjustments.”

Waiting patiently, Zakia tapped his finger across his folded arms as he resumed his sitting. The four Siri only stood quiet, their eyes staying between the curtain and their master. It was only rumored that Zakia could become enraged, and even if it was short; for the briefest moment, the Siri felt their master’s wrath. But thankfully for the Siri, Zakia’s wait had ended, the curtain burst open wide with a magical aura and the mare in question finally emerge. But her outfit was vastly different than before. It was something even Zakia would never have considered.

Stepping out, Rarity was in one of the outfits she made while being teased by Zakia’s touch. It was The strapped outfit with shimmering jewels. On the mannequin, the outfit was tight looking, on Rarity it was practically a mix of saddle arabian concubine and bondage as the outfit hugged around the mare’s body. Swaying her hips out wards, Rarity made her way down the runway, but she seemed to show less fear but held the same embarrassed blush across her face. Zakia smiled as he could tell the mare wanted to end this, but she was taking her time all at once. Strutting herself down the runway, Rarity returned behind the curtain, emerging a few moments later in the next outfit, her front behind covered completely, but as she made her turn, the tight cords dug into her soft ass, making the flank jiggle with each stride of her thighs.

Following that, the more elaborate and exotic nightwear was brought out. Rarity’s large breasts stayed firm and held up by the fabric, the first making her out to be more a needy mare. The lace and see through material only seemed to show off her perky nipples. Zakia was surprised how daring Rarity was becoming. As she walked her way through and to the next outfit was more like a dominating mistress. The way the lace ran and hugged her arms, legs, and body. Zakia could almost swear the way Rarity walked with it made her mane and tail almost out to be like a whip. Seeing the coming pattern, Zakia almost laughed, choking on his humor as he could guess what was coming next and it was going to make him hot and bothered.

The low cut, fishnet body suit was practically as second skin, tightly embracing Rarity’s form and making her large breasts and thick ass bounce with each step, Zakia almost got up from his seat, to adjust his growing erection. This was starting to affect him too, he had to fight the urge to get up and rape the sexy mare. Shaking a little, Zakia struggled to compose himself as he watched Rarity’s ass bounce as she made her way down the runway. The next outfit was just the lazily put together strips of cloth. The outfit was completely impractical for anything, the cloth barely held along Rarity’s breasts, her nipples showing as her breasts bounced. Though she did make a good effort, Rarity’s embarrassment and arousal was more than she could handle.

Rushing her way up and down the runway, Rarity wanted to get into the next outfit. The urge, the craving, the obsession and desire to masturbate and get all this built up tension out of her body was overwhelming her mind. She had to get the last outfit done, she had to make it through this. Putting on the last outfit, Rarity made her way out, strutting her stuff as she showed off how little was being covered. Her breasts were barely contained by the constricting and skin tight clothing. She was almost climaxing just at how tight and embarrassing the outfit was. But she endured, it was almost over. She was nearly through this entire ordeal. But something made her think different. She could see the look in Zakia’s eyes, that cold, dominating gaze, piercing her body and raping her every thought and desire. Was he not satisfied? What more did he want?

Making her way through the end of the runway, Rarity grabbed at whatever fabric she could. This was a matter of pride and her pleasure. She wanted to make something that would make Zakia rise from his seat. Something to make him want her. She wanted him to take her. She wanted him to fuck her on the runway. She had to make an outfit that would make him want her, to bend her over, to conquer her. She wanted Zakia to make her his mare. As her passion and obsession bled into her work, she put together the outfit. This would be the outfit that would make him take her. Opening the curtain, Rarity made her debut in this newly made outfit, and Zakia’s eyes widened in surprise.

Strutting and swaying her sexy body, Rarity’s outfit was little more than large, round pasties on each breast, just covering the areolas, but the zebra printed fabric allowed her erect and eager nipples to poke almost through the fabric. What she had on her body was even more scandalous. It was a much large pasty that covered her pussy and seemed to form a U shape from just a little higher than her clit, under her crotch and up to reach just above her tight puckering hole. All of this was then tied together with a elastic looking set of strings that ran up the back and over the top of the breast basties to keep them connected to the one on the crotch pasty. Even Zakia’s eyes widened at the sight. This attire was what he was looking for, the perfect clothing for the corrupted and seduced mares of Equestria to weak.

“Excellent, truly excellent!” Zakia applauded, raising from his seat to clap his hands at the blushing and happy mare. “This is exactly what Equestria needs to spearhead a near era of cultural fashion!”

“Thank you.” Rarity smiled, raising her hands and resting them on the back of her head as she looked Zakia over, though her lust filled eyes wandered to his thick and large bulge. She licked her lips as she struggled to maintain herself. But she didn’t want to ruin this fashion deal with a sex scandal. She wanted Zakia to leave so she can get the biggest dildos she had and fuck herself until she soaked her room in her passion. “S-so are we f-finished? I-I mean after showing off so many outfits, I would hope you are satisfied.”

“Yes and no.” Zakia said coldly and directly, stepping closer and closer to Rarity, the mare both scared and eager to see what he was going to do. Activating his cuffs, Zakia’s clothing vanished before everyone's’ eyes and the zebra only directed Rarity’s attention to his half erect cocks. “Yes, the outfits are quite beautiful and that is concluded. But, I believe you need to finish this.” Rarity shivered, she felt herself ready to scream in orgasm from the command. She wanted it, she needed that cock in her. But as she tried to walk towards him, Zakia raised a hand. “No, crawl to it. Like a good whore.”

Rarity only cooed, her arousal was too much for her, no self respect or decency remained as she slowly got to her knees, her large breast swaying as she crawled to Zakia like a heat stricken animal. Her body ached and seemed to turn to a wet clay for Zakia to mold as she reached his cocks. Instantly, Rarity let her tongue out and started to lick one of the cocks, letting her appendage dance and flick at the thick head, savoring every musky taste as her body gave into Zakia’s will. Zakia wanted to let his new slut do her work at her pace, but after making him wait so long, he had a different idea.

Rarity’s mouth gave into the pleasure. Her every taste bud cheered at the rich flavor of Zakia’s cock. Her tongue rubbed and danced as she indulged. Sliding downwards, the mare’s face planted on his balls, suckling at it and moaning in a sultry fashion as she started rubbing her pussy. Zakia groaned a little, enjoying himself, looking down as not only was Rarity giving his ball sack the worship they deserved, but her hand was also stroking his shafts with the wild intent to milk him of every thick and creamy drop of his divine spunk. Rarity was becoming like a passionate beast, seeking only her own pleasure. But this was not about Rarity getting off, Zakia was out to break this mare and get off from it.

Pulling his cock away, Zakia lined up both to press against Rarity’s lips. Feeling her shover at this touch as she kissed the pressed together cocks, welcoming them in her mouth with nothing but eager and sultry moans. She was Zakia’s fuck hole and was going to please him with her well trained, masochist body. Smirking, and grabbing the back of her head, Zakia thrusted forward, ramming nearly his full lengths in Rarity’s mouth. The mare squealed, but her eyes only rolled back as she came all over the floor, a pool of her juices forming as she reached with her hands to wrap around Zakia’s thighs, begging him to face rape her deeper.

“Good, good.” Zakia praised his slut, humping against her with no concern, knowing she could handle it. But as much as he enjoyed the tight and warmth of her throat cunt, the wicked zebra had a much better idea. “But I want to use your rear holes you eager slut.”

Rarity came from just his words, not even gagging as he pulled his cocks free from her mouth. Grabbing at her thighs, Zakia worked his hands up Rarity’s body, making her shiver as he turned her about, pressing his cocks against her ass. Slowly, and in a teasing motion, his cocks began to grind and hotdog between Rarity’s soft ass, making the mare bounce her flank against his crotch. She wanted to be fucked so hard but her body could only press against the zebra stud. Seeing a chance to do it, Zakia reached around, grabbing and groping at Rarity's large breasts, nearly squeezing them. Rarity howled in pleasure as she felt not only her breasts, but her hard and sensitive nipples being pinched and pulled, Zakia was almost trying to yank them off. If he was tugging any hard, Rarity’s tits would’ve been squirting milk, not that she was lactating, but this only made Zakia want to knock her up just to make her leak milk as he would cum inside her. It was a fantasy he planned to make a reality.

Zakia felt this was as good a time as any to finally fuck his new bitch. Not giving her a moment to process or adjust, Zakia grabbed at her body, hoisting her up and holding her in place. Her body was being held up, facing the four Siri as Zakia’s arms came up from her back, around her arms, and rested his hands on the back of her head. But it was the thick cockheads aimed at both her soaking pussy and tight asshole that made the mare quiver. She wanted it, and Zakia knew it all too well.

“Say it.” Zakia demanded, gently pressing his cockheads against her entrances. She turned her head as best as she could to tell him, but he stopped, tightening his hold, making her moan as he continued his order. “Not me, tell them how much you want to be ravaged like a loose whore.”

“I want it!” Rarity screamed, no hesitation in her voice as she looked at the four Siri, their judging eyes making her gush juices and cum all over Zakia’s cocks as she thrashed from every orgasm. “I’m just a masochist whore that gets off from others watching me being violated. Please fuck me, rape me, ravage my slutty fuck holes and fill me with your cum, I want to be broken by your massive cocks!”

“Good.” Was the last thing Zakia said to Rarity before he rammed himself upwards, while pulling her body down.

With the first thrust, Zakia’s cocks buried themselves to the hilt in Rarity’s body. The mare’s eagerness was the perfect lubrication for his shafts and she only gasped a silent scream as she felt and even saw her belly bulge from the cocks inside her. But all that did was make her cum and want it even more. Zakia knew this and continued to fuck her. He showed no remorse, hesitation or even mercy as he fucked in a dn out of Rarity's body. She was his, a new toy, a new hole to fuck. She would be his to use and abuse all he wanted. Her cunt and ass only greedily swallowed the thick and massive lengths raping her insides. Her mind was little more than a blank mush as she orgasmed again and again.

Rarity’s mind couldn’t form any words, nor could her mouth and throat even voice them. All that escaped her lips were the loud sultry moans and screams. So powerful were her passionate cried, even the Siri could feel her arousal. Though they maintained a stoic expression, they all knew they were getting turned on by this display. The stallions felt their pants tighten from their bulges, and the mares dripped wet as they all watched. Rarity, seeing as they watched her, as they judged her for the loose mare she really was. She felt their gaze as it shamed her. And she was loving it. Her hands reached around and grabbed at the back of Zakia’s head, pulling him to kiss her. Though Zakia did so, even he was taken a little off guard as he felt Rarity’s tongue force its way in his mouth, rather than the other way around.

Zakia was amazed, even impressed by how durable the mare was. Surely she had to have done some training beforehand. “Training” that was the word that triggered Zakia’s mind. He finally remember where he saw the mark of Rarity before. Some other stallion must’ve marked her with this glyph and trained her to be his little whore. The thought brought a feeling of anger to Zakia’s mind. Not the marking or the breaking through the mark, that was actually a good idea he wished he thought of before; probably would’ve made some conquests easier. But it was the idea that some other male would dare mark his prey.

Removing his hand for a moment, Zakia body seemed to be guided by a third party as he placed it on Rarity’s womb. His hand glowed and he worded a strange chant, a sound, similar to a sizzling sound came as it sound like he was branding the mare as he was breaking her.

But Rarity only moaned for more cock. Even if she was being branded, she was too cock crazed to notice. Within seconds, Zakia removed with hands, but a new mark was left, its design was more “zebra-like” in markings but held an even stronger power over Rarity’s mind and body. Pressing his hand harder, he forced his spell deeper in the mare’s body, as if he were trying to shove his hand through her. Zakia felt a growing warmth glowing from Rarity’s back. Looking down, he could see that a zebra style “tramp stamp” was now placed on the mare’s lower back, it wrapped around the top of her ass crack and hugged around her hips but not coming around her back. Taking his hand back, Zakia leaned in to whisper in Rarity’s ear over what he had done. Whether she could even hear anything didn’t matter, she was going to hear his words.

“Your womb was freed but now it belongs to me, I’ve removed that tainted mark . And replaced it new one more suitable for a mare like yourself. You are mine! No other being can touch you without my permission.” Zakia explained, fucking even harder and faster to make Rarity moan louder to force her to pay attention. “Your masochism remains, for every embarrassment you suffer, you’ll feel the same pleasure ten times over. But that’s not all. If anyone I do not allow tries to fuck you, they will be forced out. And if the one who placed the first mark tries to mount you again, your cunt will crush his pathetic dick until it tears from his weak body with a powerful magic. You are my mare, my slut, my property to use like the whore you know you are and love being.”

“I...I...I...am...your whore...master...:” Was all Rarity had to strength to say as her body tightened. It would never forget the pleasure of a thick zebra cock. And she would obey her new master. Not that she would fuck anyone but him anyways. Who could compete with such a dominating force? “Use me...break me...Take my body however you please…”

“Good.” Zakia breathed, feeling an orgasm approaching, and after his session with Ishtar, as well as waiting for Rarity to do her outfits, the burst was going to be only one; but it was going to be a big and thick load. “Now my first order, cum all over my cocks so I can burst you open with my cum!”

Rarity shook, making her body take as much cock as it could, her womb in inner ass being beating and rubbed hard against by the thickness inside as she felt the twin cocks grow and swell thicker inside her. She wanted Zakia’s cocks to pump her full, to mark her both inside and outside with his seed and make his ownership of her mind and body official. Zakia felt this and readied himself. His orgasm came in and at Rarity like a violent, internal assault. She could feel the bubbling hot and thick cum fill her, stuffing her womb and ass with the first pump and swelling her belly even further out with the next few pumps of cum.

Rarity yowled in orgasm, her womb felt the burning cum flooding her insides but as Zakia’s spunk filled her, he could feel the mare’s body was changing. Subtle, but noticeable. First was her cunt, it was suddenly tighter, nearly crushing and milking the thick cocks inside of her; even becoming plumper and thicker like a noticeable cameltoe as her hips started to swell a little, becoming much wider as her waist shrank only a little bit. Not a ridiculous proportional difference, but something that made Rarity’s body feel like she worked as a supermodel. Her breasts were the most noticeable. Expanding and growing until they were nearly two cup sizes bigger than before and her areolas and nipples grew, becoming inverted and softer; even beginning to leak a creamy white milk as Zakia fucked the changing mare a little harder to keep her pussy to the shape of his cocks. Her mane started glowing, not a light type of glow, but became a better gloss, giving it a brilliant shine as though she had an expensive product in her mane. Though its color had changed. As if a wash of liquid color ran down the cuticles, Rarity’s purple mane became a more alluring and almost magically white. Zakia could see that this new color almost radiated softly with magic from the change. Her tail grew along with her mane and curled more.

As far any anyone watching, Rarity’s body had changed to become far more sexy and seductive. There were no doubts she could attract any stallion with a wink, but the passive sluttiness of her ass and tits were what really made her body more desirable. Zakia had to take a breath to break his eyes from the gorgeous mare who was shaking and cumming all over him. But as much pleasure as this new tight slut was, the mare’s sense of pleasure was driven to newer heights.

For a moment, Zakia paused. This was different. Far different than any mare he had conquered before. Was this his Blessing? Was this simply another aspect of his divine gifts that Ishtar mentioned? And if so, why weren’t the others affected as so? Could the drug be stalling these effects, or was he reaching new heights with his abilities? Or was Rarity drugged before and he was simply unaware of it? Though the answers would never come all at once, a strange noise, almost like the soothing melody of Kora echoed in his mind. Not a series of coherent words, but a feeling. It resonated in his head like a melody, almost as if he knew that he had reached a new stage in his powers; a stage that would become greatly utilized.

Rarity screamed, almost choking on the cum the filled her insides. She felt every burning ounce of thick cum as it sloshed inside her. She came hard from the feeling, causing some of the cum to bleed out between the sides of Zakia’s cocks, the few escaped drops dripping in the large pool of cum. Satisfied, Zakia, pulled himself out, dropping Rarity in her sexual puddle. Seeing the few amounts of leaking cum mixing with her juices, the newly marked mare wasted no time, not waiting to be order to as she licked and lapped at the sexual drink as if she held a strong thirst.

“Such devotion.” Zakia commented, looking over his newly broken mare.

“Shall we get the drug?” One Siri finally spoke up, looking at Zakia’s conquest.

“No, I do not believe that is needed.” Zakia responded, gesturing the zebras to join him on the runway, watching Rarity lick the spunk puddle like an animal. “I want you four to remain here. Two of you to keep her focused, while the other two model her clothing.” He then noticed the arousal his Siri had felt and endured during his raping. “As a reward for your services here and your continued service to this Boutique, I shall permit only you four to savor this mare. But only when I am not using her for the next week. Her pussy though is forbidden to anyone but myself.”

The Siri nodded, the two stallions picking her up and bringing the tired and panting mare upstairs, while the two mares remained to clean up and tend to the clothing. Zakia knew that even exhausted and filled with cum, the Siri stallions would fuck Rarity until they were satisfied. It didn’t matter, so long as they did their job here, Zakia would allow this...for now. Activating his cuffs, Zakia redressed himself in a instant, smiling as he looked at the discarded outfit that fell when he broke Rarity. The thought made the zebra chuckle. With Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack, Zakia had given his broken mares a new outfit to wear. But in this case, Rarity chose her own outfit. Turning to leave, Zakia’s ears picked up the sounds of loud moans, and hard thrusts. It sounded like his Siri were having fun. He could almost imagine what he could do to explore the deepest reaches of his new toy’s masochism and submission.

Arriving back at Zecora’s hut, a small tremor echoed under Zakia’s feet. Almost as if something or somethings were digging and tunneling under the very land. The feeling only brought an eager smirk across the zebra’s face. If it was what he believe it to be, his plans had become even better. Walking into the hut, the homely aroma of cooked food wafted into his nostrils. A spread of the finest foods Zecora could provide was set up for Zakia’s return. The fresh and good smelling food almost caused the zebra to salivate in hunger. But he would feast in a moment, he wanted to first confirm something.

“Zecora.” Zakia called ,only for his beloved mate to appear from the kitchen area. “Are the tremors I feel what I suspect them to be?”

“Yes Master Zakia.” Zecora nodded, walking over to a section of the hut. Kneeling, the zebra mare ran her hand over what looked to be a simple marked etching on the ground. But as she ran her hand, she whispered what sound to be an enchanting rhyme, causing the etching to glow. The hut shook a little, the etching then seemed to open up, like a round door sliding across. “They have almost fully arrived. We received word from a contact they would arrive within the day. Now please, come with me.”

“Excellent.” Zakia replied, following Zecora into what appeared to be a sort of underground section of the hut. Whether this location was there before his arrival to Equestria or was it just recently added. Not that it mattered, it would serve Zakia’s goals, and as he looked towards what appeared to be a crumbling wall, he knew this underground room would serve him well. “It appears our new guests have arrived.” Looking at the wall, Zakia heard the sounds of claws digging and what sounded like huffing beasts breaking from the dirt and ground, causing the wall to collapse, revealing a large and apparently deep, dark tunnel. “It seems you received my summons.”

“You have called.” A large, black Wild Dog replied, his piercing yellow eyes looked at Zakia as he growled. At his sides were four other Dogs. Two silver colored females, and two dark gray males. Dropping to their knees, the Wild Dogs bowed before Zakia. “And the Pack has answered. We serve the will of our long time allies and comrades within the Empire. Our wills are yours to command, Master...Zakia.”

“Excellent.” Zakia responded, placing a hand on the leader’s head, almost petting him like a new pet. Looking past the Pack Leader, Zakia could see the gleaming eyes of possibly another twenty or thirty Wild Dogs. “I have work for you. Work I feel only the Wild Dogs of our Empire can accomplish.”