“Excellent, simply excellent.” Zakia commented as he read the numerous reports that were sprawled across the table before him. These reports and documents were the Siri reports that had been filed and delivered, not only from Ponyville, but the towns and cities of Cloudsdale, Manehatten, Las Pegasus, Baltimare, Vanhoover, Fillydelphia, Trottingham, and even numerous out outposts, locations, and updates. “The Siri are moving even better than I have expected.”

“I do hope my role to direct them has served you well Master Zakia.” Zecora stated, gently placing a well carved wooden cup of a steaming, sweet smelling tea. “I live only to serve your will.”

“You have done even better than I had hoped.” Zakia replied, turning his head to look upon his precious servant. “Despite having no town under our banner yet, we have taken much of the populace at an unbelievable speed. Ponyville will be ours within a fortnight at this rate. Cloudsdale is all but ours with just the Wonderbolts needing to be completely converted. Canterlot has been distributing our laced food supplies and the populace will be converted right under Celestia's nose. Though we have made sure to avoid having any of it make its way in the castle. To avoid any possible suspicion raised, we've had a few cases of it being found within the castle. So we've been taking operations a bit slower to avoid the Sun’s vengeful eye.” Picking up the cup, Zakia could not help but smirk. “Before long, all of Equestria will become part of the Zebra Empire.”

“Be careful.” Warned a soft, female voice from behind Zakia; yet close enough to almost whisper in his ear. “It could be poisonous.” Stopping for a moment, Zakia looked down to see the faint shine of what appeared to be a blade just a breath away from his throat. “Be careful Zakia...even in a familiar setting, you should never let your guard down. Nowhere is truly safe..”

“W-who are you?!” Zecora shouted, stepping back to grab whatever she could. “And how did you appear out of the blue?!”

Leaning behind Zakia, holding a small blade to his neck was a zebra mare, but not a normal zebra. This was no ordinary zebra, she was a black zebra with white stripes that ran along every curve of her voluptuous body. The mare’s dread styled mane hung down the side and side of her head with numerous clasps of gold and silver, accompanied by a few golden piercings on her perky ears. Her attire was also vastly different, even by zebra fashion. It was not a style even Zecora had thought of. A mix of fur, leather, cloth, and metal.

A raunchy, yet well formed cloth bikini top held up her quite large breasts that pressed themselves on Zakia’s upper back. Her back and shoulders had what appeared to be a small fur covering that looked to have belonged to some large beast. Her slim waist was bare of anything, but below the waist was a leather belt that held a golden buckle with what appeared to be a zebra glyph that even Zecora could not recognize. This belt seemed to keep her form fitting cloth short shorts around her wide flank and rear, with more of a fur elements around the side and rim of the shorts. The only other clothing that this mystery zebra held was a pair of leather arm and leg cuffs that ended with fur on both ends, with a top portion of silver showing it almost like a pair of gauntlets and grieves.

“...coming at me a little strong...teacher…” Zakia calmly asked, finally taking a sip of his tea, his tone completely unaffected by this zebra’s presence.

“I don’t believe so.” The zebra replied, pulling the blade away from Zakia’s throat. Her posture changing to that of what was thought to be an assassin, to what looked to be an inspecting proctor. “Now, why don’t you give your teacher a hug.”

“I was expecting you.” Zakia said, getting up from his seat, opening his arms to embrace his teacher, feeling her soft breasts press against his bare chest. “But I did not expect you to come so soon.”

“M-Master Zakia...who is this mare?” Zecora asked, her tone nervous, shocked, confused, and yet she seemed to maintain her rhyming speech. “And how did she appear out of thin air?”

“Oh yes, I almost forgot, you never met her before.” Zakia answered, taking a step back from the mare and raised her hand towards her in a presenting manner. “This is my teacher, Ishtar.”

“I-I-Ishtar?!” Zecora’s lips trembled at the very sound of the name of the mare. “T-The High Priestess of Mavuno?!”

“Former High Priestess.” Ishtar corrected, her tone almost sounding like the sweetest of honey as it seemed to seduce Zecora’s ears. “I have stepped down from my position to take a more active role for the Empire.”

“I have heard only rumors you were even in Equestria.” Zakia commented, looking over his teacher closely, pondering as to why she was there. “But what brings you so soon?”

“Since we are getting straight to the point, I guess I shall too…” Ishtar took a breath between words. “I have news of Koman.” Both Zakia and Zecora’s face went dead and pale at that name.

“What?!...What did you find?” Zakia shouted, but his tone quickly became more composed. “Tell me what you know... Koman is an assist that can't be left in Celestia's hands. If he's still alive, we need to recover him.”

“Patience my student, do not be so quick to lose your composure. It shows your weaknesses to those around you. Since arriving to this land, i have kept myself quite busy.” Ishtar explained. “I have mingled and well, “convinced” my way into Canterlot’s courts and have gains the ear of Princess Celestia herself.” Both Zakia and Zecora’s eyes widened at the news, but they remained silent. Their was rumor of a Zebra in Celestia’s court. It wasn’t one of Zakia’s Siri and was a recent topic of concern for him but they couldn’t so much as find the said Zebra’s name. Now Zakia knew why, finding his teacher wasn’t easy when she didn't want to be found.

“I have spoken with her on occasion at her Galas, but I can tell she does not completely like or trust me. But I have the confidence of a number of some nobility who are all but under my thumb. Many of them quite financially useful to our means while others have more unique uses. Though that is a topic for another time.”

“I’m amazed you’ve managed to gain such a status so quickly.” Zakia stated, but his tone was still nervous. “But what of Koman?”

“Patience” Ishtar’s tone was more firm this time. Zakia was pushing to hard and his anticipation for the news was written across his face. “Before that, another matter must be addressed. It would appear your agent was sloppy.” Ishtar answered. “A Siri was captured by one of the Royal Guards. I was able to have my own agent silence him before he revealed anything. But Celestia is now aware of the Siri. She has the Guards cycled in such a way veterans are now more active and pulled from their deskwork and in constant communication. Her servants are severely screened and questioned daily and being made to take a loyalty oath to ensure none are seeking her downfall. There is no way a Siri can infiltrate the Castle at this time.”

“I see…” Zakia said, sitting in his chair, his hand to his chin in a pondering expression that was mixed with a sign of great concern. “How should I proceed then?”

“You can start by heeding my council. You have become too relaxed my dear student and seem to be treating this more like a game with no consequences for the choices you make.” Ishtar commented, picking up the various Siri reports. “ You seem to have lost sight of the significance of your role in all of this. Your blessing of Mavuno is a gift that you have taken for granted.” Ishtar’s tone seemed to slowly change to that of an almost scolding instructor. “Look at these reports, some of these targets were “unexpected”, this means the targets were targets because they learned too much. And this harem of yours...you were not told to form a harem until after victory was achieved. You are becoming too comfortable with your position.”

“I was told to be the instrument to conquer Equestria for the Zebra Empire.” Zakia commented, though it almost sound like he was defending against Ishtar’s words. Small beads of sweat formed on the zebra’s brow as he spoke. “I used your training to obtain them.”

“I taught you many things, my dear student.” Ishtar walked behind Zakia, running her finger along his shoulder and back. “But it seems some of my lessons have been...forgotten.” Reaching into a hidden pocket in her clothing, Ishtar placed a number of photos on the table. The photos consistanted of the mares Zakia had conquered. Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack.

“How did you obtain these?” Zakia asked, seeing as each of these photos could only have been taken when Zakia had first conquered these mares. But he knew the only ones who could’ve even seen these were himself and what Siri were with him.

“I have my ways.It is my duty to ensure you complete yours and make sure you don’t stray from it.” Ishtar answered, taking a step away from her student. “Your blessing should give you stamina and prowise beyond that of any creature, but this Fluttershy nearly bested you. This Rainbow Dash was all but thrown at you and you were forced to take her on impulse. And finally, this Applejack, the closest you had to proper planning and you think it is an achievement to conquer her entire family at once?”

“Is it not?” Zakia asked, his face remaining fixed on the photos. “With my direction, I was able to have the farm taken in one fell swoop.”

“You were too impatient.” Ishtar scolded, her tone a small bit harsher, but showing care for her student, trying to teach, not yell. “Though you were fortunate in conquering the lot, moving so many zebras so quickly would bring too much attention. If even one witness saw this and word spread, what would you have done? If I was not for my personal guards, you would have failed before you even started. Do you know how many had slipped through your grasp and you never even know?” Ishtar demeanor was not a friendly when as she spoke. Zakia could see the fire in her eyes showing how upset she was about it. “Eight different witnesses had to be removed or re-educated, one of which was a city official and one a well known local neighborhood watch.” Zakia was mentally scolding himself for making so many mistakes. He really screwed the pooch and he never even knew.

“You are not yet ready or capable of taking the town. And speaking of, sending out your Siri to conquer the numerous couples related to your targets does reduce any risk of suspicion, but you are moving too fast. These steps and movements take long months to work, and even longer to achieve results. I’ll be taking control of some of these places in your stead after today and managing them till you are ready. I won’t allow anymore mistakes like this” Ishtar make it clear that she in control at the moment and that her intentions were ones to ensure victory. Zakia couldn’t argue with her, his teacher was not just a cut above the rest. She was many cuts above even the most skilled and talented. As much as he didn’t wanna give away what he felt he earned. He trusted his teacher more than even Zecora, so he accepted her words and nodded as he closed his eyes bowing his slightly to her.

“I will admit…” Zakia reluctantly said. “I may have acted a little too swiftly, but it has paid off. My first targets were thought out. Fluttershy lives near the forest and she has vast knowledge of its creatures. Rainbow Dash, though quicker than expected, has influence with the weather team and through her we have now all but taken Cloudsdale and the very weather is laced with our potions. And Applejack’s farm distributed more than a third all all the region’s produce.”

“Yes, but this happened within a few long weeks.” Ishtar continued. “You were meant to take, if needed, a year to take Ponyville and you are diverting your attention to other towns and cities when Ponyville is not ours yet. You are not becoming arrogant, my dear student, but you are becoming lax.” Her tone then changed subtly to scolding, to almost a tease. “Maybe you are not fit to lead at this time.”

“That is going too far!” Zecora spoke up, but quickly covered her mouth with her hands when she realized what she said. “I didn’t...what I meant was…”

“No, no...please continue…” Ishtar said, walking over to Zecora, her erotic voice and form, and yet her strong eyes causing the zebra to tremble a little. “Aw look at you, so obedient, so caring.” Ishtar raised a hand towards Zecora. “So willing to serve.” Ishtar’s hand landed on Zecora’s breast. Instantly, Zecora’s mouth opened with a moan as if her body was being overwhelmed with pleasure. Her tongue hung out and her eyes rolled back. “And so responsive.”

“I doubt you came here just to tell me this news. And scold me…” Zakia said standing up. “What is it you want from me?”

“Once again, so straight to the point. No patience once you get all huffy.” Ishtar sighed, releasing Zecora, causing the zebra’s knees to give out and drop from the pleasure that coursed through her. “I am her my dear student to help...remind, no...re-educate you in the proper use of your blessing. Since you seem to have forgotten what I taught you. Which makes me wonder just how much you’ve forgotten or if my teaching was to lax.” Reaching down, Ishtar ran her fingers along Zakia’s bulge, almost instantly the twin cocks swelled and Zakia shivered slightly. “...it seems there is a lot I must teach...let us begin…For now, we’ll start off with something enjoyable. For me at least.”

Standing before her student, Ishtar gestured Zakia to sit at the edge of the bed; his body seemed to move to the fluid motion of her hand. Zakia was not known, even by Zecora to do as someone else tells him to do. But Ishtar was special, she was different. Ishtar was the only being that could order Zakia around. The only one who could best him in bed. Zakia knew this, he was not going to fight Ishtar. He knew that would only cause more inconveniences. Rather, it was better to do as the mare said, this would only allow Zakia to become stronger and this would help his goals. He would swallow his pride and be at the mercy of another, in exchange for the improvements he would gain.

“Now, how should I proceed?” Ishtar teased, her tone showing she had numerous thoughts in mind, but wanted to make Zakia work for everything that was going to happen. Snapping her fingers, an idea sparks in the mare’s eyes. “I know! Let’s try this…”

Running her thumb down the center of her neck, down her chest, and ending at the very bottom of her abdomen, Ishtar’s clothing glowed a faint color before seemingly vanishing into shimmering light; leaving only what appeared to be a beautiful jeweled belly button piercing. Zakia was shocked. This was the same enchantment that his cuffs provided, but on a different level. Such a spell required a jeweled catalyst, but Zakia thought something like his cuffs were the smallest he could have them. Ishtar’s was more than just her belly button jewel. But a pair of jeweled piercings on her ear seemed to make up the catalyst.

Ishtar stood before Zakia for a few moments, her naked body shining almost like some sex goddess. Zakia could smell the sweet aroma of her form as he looked his teacher over. It had been many years since she trained him in the arts of seduction and sex, but her body was even more beautiful and developed than his memory held. Her breasts, far bigger than Fluttershy’s seemed to hold themselves in an unrealistic level of perkiness. Her body seemed only to curve as his eyes made his way down. Her waist was slender, almost toned but still looked quite flexible. This lead Zakia’s eyes to Ishtar’s large flank, it looked so soft, so tender; it was an ass that looked like it could never be exhausted. But this was not her most exotic feature, it was her stripes; how they seemed to dance along her body as they cause any who saw her to follow them along her form and take in each sight of her.

“It has been too long hasn’t it.” Ishtar giggled, leaning forward, letting Zakia get more than an eye full of her large breasts as she ran her fingers along both of the zebra’s cuffs. “I wonder how you’ve developed your blessing.”

Zakia’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw that Ishtar’s touch was causing his cuff’s enchantment to activate. His clothing glowed the same as Ishtar’s had before vanishing away. This was shocking, Zakia always believed that only he, the owner of the cuffs, could activate their enchantments at will. But Ishtar proved him wrong with the mere running of her fingers. This was not the first time his teacher has done what he had not thought possible, nor would it be the last. With his clothing now gone, Ishtar looked her student over.

Zakia had certainly grown into a finer stallion specimen than when she last saw him. But she was not some simple mare who would be turned on by just a strong body. Ishtar had a trained eye, she was going to see every detail of her student before proceeding. She stared intently at his twin cocks, taking in their every length of the half erect shafts. Nodding her head, Ishtar seemed to approve of what she saw, but her eyes still showed as if she had plans for the dicks.

“Let’s see how you two are.” Ishtar hummed, running her hand along one of the shafts. Zakia shivered at her touch, blood flowing to his loins at such a speed that his twin cocks spring to life and become almost painfully erect within seconds. “Oh? It seems these two are a little over eager.” Standing, Ishtar licked her lips as she rubbed her hands together, her eyes staring hungrily at the blessed cocks. “They’ve become too used to weak willed whores. I’ll need to teach them proper manners.”

With her hand, Ishtar places her finger tip at one of the hard cock heads, holding it in place for a moment. The cock twitched, beads of pre cum oozed out from the slit as if it was being stimulated; tiny surges of electric impulses coursed through the cock. Ishtar eyes how the other dick seemed ignored and placed her finger on the other. Holding her fingers in place, Ishtar seemed to giggle at the sight of the shafts twitching at being touched and yet being ignored.

“You have gotten too cozy.” Ishtar scolded in a light tone. “You present your blessing and the mares just bow down and suck you off don’t they?” Zakia did not want to admit it, not that he was capable of fooling his teacher. “I thought so, they need to learn proper stamina.”

Twisting her hand to a side angle, Ishtar proceeded to poke at what appeared to be random points along the rim and tip of the upper portion of Zakia’s cocks. The stallion felt a small pinch as he was poked, but he knew his teacher had to have a reason for all of this. His answer came with a second surge of what now felt like slight pins and needles throughout his cocks and ending right before his large balls.

“What did…” Zakia groaned, his voice becoming weak for a moment before he tried to maintain some level of control. His cocks felt harder and more erect than before, almost painfully erect and twitching. Zakia had never seen himself so hard before. “H-how did you do this? What did you do?”

“I simply pressed some pressure points and chi points. A rather useful skill I learned during my travels in Chineigh.” Ishtar explained, moving her hands away for a moment. “This way, your cock will not go limp for several hours, no matter how much you cum. That…” Simply fanning her hand in front of the swollen cocks, Zakia almost cringed in slight sexual pain. “...and your cocks are far more sensitive. Now then…” Lifting his hands to the sides of her breasts, pushing the massive pair together. “I’m going to give you a fun stamina lesson...” Dangling her tongue, Ishtar let her drool run from her mouth and in her cleavage, lubricating her breasts for what was about to happen. “...I’m going to teach you blessings some manners and help improve their pitiful stamina.. No matter how much it’ll hurt and it will hurt by the time am done. The results though will be worthwhile though. So endure my eager little colt” Zakia let a low growl escape his mouth. She knew how to push his buttons and make it seem so innocent.

Dropping slowly to her knees, Ishtar opened the cleavage, and placed them over the twin cocks. Zakia’s head tilts back from the sudden pleasure, she wasn’t making light of just how he was more sensitive now. All Ishtar did was place her soft and near heavenly tits over his cocks but it felt already better than Fluttershy’s most sloppy and erotic facefuck. Ishtar wasted no time and pressed her breasts together, moving them up and down over the thick cocks; this as well caused the two to rub together, heightening the pleasure.

“Don’t give into pleasure so quickly.” Ishtar commented, already feeling Zakia’s cocks were all but begging to cum already. “This is for serves both as a way to discipline you and help you.. Cumming without permission isn’t allowed, though it's not like you have much of a choice at the moment..”

Ishtar, despite her words, went on with her soft and firm titfuck. This put Zakia through a pleasure he was not expecting so quickly. This feeling would come usually after a couple rounds and hearing the mare moan whorishly for more cock. But Ishtar was no whore, and she had Zakia all but moaning like the mares he claimed with her skilled touch. Gritting his teeth hard, Zakia focused his breath, trying to maintain proper breathing techniques he did his best to recall his training.

“Ah, well done my student.” Ishtar complimented, smiling softly towards Zakia. “By keeping your breath steady and relaxed, you have a better chance to remain in control. It seems my training was not all lost on you. Let us continue.”

Ishtar’s titfuck seemed to pick up speed and pressure, it was as warm, wet, and tight as even the most refined pussy; an honor that more than a dozen stallions would beg for from the seductive mare but less than a handful ever got. The pleasure was becoming too much Zakia, a soft moan escaped his lips as he felt his orgasm approaching. The breathing technique he was taught was slowly becoming not enough to deal with this euphoria, he had to do more; his mind sought the memories back when she trained him. Seeking for one that would help him. He truly had become to relaxed as he found it hard to recall her training that she spent years giving him..

Closing his eyes, Zakia tried to look within, his mind contemplating the blessing he had. Zakia’s mind was vast, endless, but dark and devoid of any sympathy for those who could not be of use to him, of use to the Zebra Empire. But there was something deeper. It was almost like this abyss was merely the cover to something more. It was like swirling sea, a massive torrent of something more. Something hidden deep within him that he had yet to tap into. It called for him, a whisper at best but it beckoned for him.

Ishtar watched as Zakia was coming closer and closer to the answer she wanted him to learn. The marks of his blessing formed over his zebra stripes as their light blue hue seamlessly weaved within his bodies stripped pattern. them a mystic feel for anyone that looked at them. Something you’d see shamans or seer’s would use in their rituals. Within a few moments of their apperence they seemed to emit a faint glow instead of just a light alluring hue; dimmer than a candle light, but the light was still there. It was a light she was very pleased to see.

“Fascinating.” Ishtar stated, her titfuck now moving as if her breasts were a cunt to be double fucked, the vast amounts of precum acting as more lube to make them slip and slide between the soft bosom. “You are getting close, seek that feeling. Keep looking within your very existence. You have to ask yourself...what is your blessing, and how can you use it as it was meant to be used and not how you want to use it?”

This question...what it was and how could it be used...this question echoed in Zakia’s mind. He heard the fading words of wisdom reach his mind, they seemed so distant but only served to guide him. Time held no meaning in the place Zakia had entered, the zebra almost forgot how long it had been since Ishtar began her titfuck. The pleasure still moved through him, but even with all the pleasure, Zakia felt as though he could endure and overcome it. The doubt melted slowly away from his thoughts as a burning sensation started to surge through his very viens. The swirling torrent of the once untapped power now was washing over him as it left his entire body with a comforting feeling and a state of peach. This was what Ishtar must’ve meant for him to see. Zakia’s markings started to glow brighter and brighter, nearly being as bright as dazzling gem in the sunlight.

“You’re almost there. Do not falter, you must not after you’ve come so far” Ishtar commented, knowing it had been almost an hour since beginning, she stared at Zakia with proud eyes. “You have merely scratched the surface, but now...show me what you have learned.”

Zakia’s hands sprang to life, groping at the sides of Ishtar’s breasts. She felt the soothing warmth enter body and at that moment her body faltered before she was able to compose herself. She started rubbing across her hands across her own breasts. Altering the flow of the power flowing into her. Doing what she could to prevent it from overwhelming her as he started to thrust his cocks in and out of the chest mounds with greater control. His motions were swift and defined, not a shred of hesitation showed in the thrusts. Zakia’s breaths were steady, he was showing his growth. The marks of his blessing shining as bright as roaring flame as his body moved with great skill and renewed vigor.

“Yes, right there Zakia…” Ishtar cooed, her body feeling the strength of her student’s motions. She knew this would not last, but Zakia had passed her challenge, he had sampled a taste of the further reaches of his blessing and its potential. “Now cum for me Zakia. Claim your first reward and cum all over my tits!”

Zakia grunted, pushing his hips upwards and felt the thick cum that bubbled in his balls flowing through his swollen cocks. Ishtar opened her mouth, extending her tongue as she saw Zakia’s cocks released their climax, firing the musky spunk forth and coated her face within seconds. Ishtar as well showed off a skill not many mares could do. Dropping her head down in a bobbing motion, Ishtar planted her mouth over both cockheads at once, sucking and drinking down the vast amount of cum as if it were a drinking fountain.

Zakia’s orgasm soon died down as quickly as it had been released. The experience caused his breath to become heavy again as he opened his eyes to see his handiwork. He saw how Ishtar’s face was completely white and steaming from the cum and her mouth swallowed the last of the loads that were in her mouth before releasing the cocks from her tits. But something was strange about this orgasm. It was a big one, but at the same time, it was not as long as his usual bursts, yet the amount of cum that he felt he came felt like he fired off much more. Even his balls felt empty.

“It seems you’ve tapped into the next stages of your blessing.” Ishtar said, wiping her face with her hands, only to lick them clean of cum. “Your potential is even greater than I thought.” Looking down, even Ishtar’s eyes widened a little as she saw Zakia’s cocks were in fact limp. “The pressure points I used should’ve kept you hard even after half a dozen orgasms. This only means your blessing released the force of that many at once. How do you feel?”

“I feel...I feel...good.” Zakia responded, placing his hand on his chest and realizing his heartbeat was steady and calm. After such a session, his heart should be ready to hammer from his chest, but he felt relaxed. “How is this…”

“Your blessing will grant you many gifts. One of which allows your body to recover and endure far longer than any other should or could.” Ishtar explained, her eyes seemingly back to an instructor’s gaze. “Once mastered with practice, you will almost never tire and will be able to recover over and over. But this was merely the beginning. Your body is not yet capable of withstanding the full extents of the blessing. This is just a small taste of your potential and it’s something you will not squander. You had it, but only for a moment. But in that moment, your body endured an hour of what I did. It’s not a perfect advancement, but it is a great start. Practice this endurance, look within to see the potentials of your blessing, and you will be able to outlast Celestia herself.”

“T-thank you teacher.” Zakia thanked, nodding his head towards Ishtar. “How should we proceed now?”

“First, get some rest.” Ishtar suggested, sitting on the bed besides Zakia, adjusting herself to lay in a comfortable position. “Your body had harnessed a force it is not yet able to fulle handle. You must rest it in order to fully recover.” Zakia opened his mouth to calmly refuse, but without looking Ishtar raised her finger. “Remember what I said about patience. The Zebra Empire has waited centuries to begin our plans. What is another few hours of rest. And for the task I have for you, you will need your strength.” Zakia reluctantly accepted his teacher’s order, laying besides her as fatigue seemed to take him almost instantly.

It was an undetermined amount of time before Zakia’s eyes slowly opened. Looking around, he saw he was still in Zecora’s bed but Ishtar was not besides him. Groaning, the zebra rolled out of bed, and used his cuffs to give himself a casual pair of clothing; essentially a simple robe. His ears picked up what sounded like the faint moans of a mare in the main room. Zecora no doubt, but Zakia lifted himself up and made his way to the source.

“Ahh Zakia, you’ve awakened.” Ishtar said, her body still naked, but under her was Zecora.

Zecora was being used a a living chair. Resting on her hands and knees as Ishtar set on her, one hand rubbing her mane while the other was giving a few firm pats on her bare and red ass. Zecora’s mouth was gagged with what seemed to be a ball gag as she let out muffled moans. Ishtar only seemed to savor Zecora’s noise, licking her fingers as she shoved a few of them in the zebra mare’s dripping pussy. Zakia only watched, not really upset by this, in fact, he knew this was Ishtar’s way of showing favor. Normally, she’d have the mare or stallion serve her, but this time, Ishtar was the one doing the work. Zecora had to of known this and was only eager to have Ishtar work her skill over her.

“Zakia, this servant of yours...Zecora yes, that’s her name… I didn’t remember at first, but she’s your fated one. She’s grown into a wonderfully trained and willing mare.” Ishtar commented, only giggling a little in delight as she continued to finger fuck Zecora’s wet hole. “So vocal...so responsive...I love this mare, your the goddess has blessed you in more ways than you might think.. I might just borrow her a few times, as I am a bit jealous of your wonderful nusu nyingine.”

“Maybe, but no more than you are now.” Zakia commented, folding his arms as he pulled one of the chairs. “Now, you had other reasons to stay than to simply enjoy my Zecora.”

“Straight to business again.” Ishtar sighed, getting off Zecora; who collapsed on her belly from the orgasms she had experienced. “Such potential, how i could mold her. But anyways, yes, there is another reason I decided to stay until you woke.” Letting her piercings glow, Ishtar’s clothing formed on her, showing the same attire she wore when she arrived. “Now, we’ll need to get you some formal clothing.”

“Formal clothing?” Zakia asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m curious why so soon.”

“Well, Celestia is hosting a new Gala within the next few months.” Ishtar explained, walking back and forth. “And I want you to come with me as one of my guests of honor.”

“So soon?” Zakia contemplated his thoughts. “But we’re not ready for such a move, especially with Canterlot under such heavy watch. More so after what you’ve explained to me. Did something change during my rest?”

“There is a small weakness in Celestia’s defenses.” Ishtar explained. “We cannot sneak any Siri in a servants or even guards at this time. But guests, that is completely different. Not every noble can be under our sway in time, but the ones I’ve worked over, we can use.”

“And how can we?” Zakia asked.

“Fashion.” Ishtar answered. “I do not understand it fully myself, but these Equestrians, especially the nobles of Canterlot are obsessed with it. If we can bring about a large sway of pro zebra fashion before the Gala, then we can have numerous Siri infiltrate as guests and can blend in the crowd better from the fashion. Celestia will spend some much time watching the zebras, that she’ll be blind to our equestrian Siri in zebra fashion.”

“And by doing so, we’re conquering in a more publicly accepted fashion. These ponies have a very deep seeded desire to flaunt their vanity and status that is driven by a constantly change state of appearance. Their are those that are the ones that inspire these states of change and what is considered ‘current’ and ‘acceptable’ ” Ishtar stated Zakia remained slight,thinking the plan over his master had shared with him. “That way, one mass of ponies will be ours through the drugs and potions, while other are taken mentally through fashion and herd mentality of wild beasts. Though this will not be enough but the use of the drugs and potions will be more easily used on such ponies. If these ponies are truely so shallow to allow their own vanity to consume them so much. Then using it against them would be a wise choice indeed. Zakia added as he saw the logic in her plan the more he thought on it.

“Exactly.” Ishtar replied, smiling as she pat Zakia’s head. “I’m proud you were able to complete the plan. Now as for the target, there is a mare who is renowned in Canterlot and Manehatten, and she happens to be stationed in Ponyville.”

“And who might my new target be?” Zakia asked, looking through the various target dossiers.

“Oh you already should know.” Ishtar teased, walking over to grab a file. “Not only is she instrumental in this fashion plan, she also has connection to the local Princess and the Elements of Harmony. The Element of Generosity...Rarity.”

“I see, excellent.” Zakia nodded, making his way to the door. But just as he opened it, he saw the familiar face of Weupe standing there as though he was about to knock. “Ah Weupe, interesting timing. You having something to report?”

“Yes, I wanted to ensure this was given to you as soon as possible.” Weupe answered, handing Zakia a sealed letter. Cracking it open, Zakia read what appeared to be the same endorsement contract Weupe had Mr. Rich sign. “This is the contract I explained to you over the phone, we now control all of the Rich’s finances, and I am pleased to report that my brothers and I have no taken complete control of the manor, from the masters to the servants.”

“Exceptional work I must say.” Ishtar stated, stepping forward. Weupe’s eyes widened at the sight of the inverted colored zebra mare. He had seen many wonders as a Siri, but they paled in comparison to Ishtar. Ishtar noticed this and couldn’t help but giggle. “No need to be shy my child, you will be greatly rewarded for your services to my pupil; one way or another. In fact, i would like you to show me this manor to see how you and your brothers are managing the location. As well as my own suggestions.”

“W-we would be honored ma’am.” Weupe bowed, not knowing Ishtar’s ranking other than she was the teacher of his leader and his peoples blessed one. He marveled at how she held herself so nobly, he could not help but show great respect. “We would greatly appreciate any suggestions you have for us.”

“I may have a way for you to arrange occasions to attract more influentials from across Equestria.” Ishtar suggested, wrapping her arm around Weupe’s arm. “But more of that later.” Ishtar then ran a finger slowly along Weupe’s chest; leaning in to whisper in the stallion’s ear. “Now why don’t we go and see this manor of ours.”

“I believe that may prove most useful.” Zakia added, nodding his head in approval. “Just please, Weupe and his brothers are vital to our plans for Ponyville. So please...go easy on them.”

“I promise...to be gentle…” Ishtar giggled. “They’ll still be able to walk...a few days later.” Zakia could only sigh a little as he couldn’t stop Ishtar from walking off with Weupe.

“Hopefully she doesn’t completely ruin them.” Zakia sighed again before leaving for his new target.

Zakia’s walk through Ponyville felt almost on par to a victory march. Everytime he looked around, his eyes saw at least one pony who had been converted. It was subtle, too subtle for anypony to notice. But to Zakia’s eyes, who could see the signs, it couldn’t be even more obvious. Some mares were walking with a near impossible to notice swagger in their step. It was a small side effect to the Zebra drug. While some other mares seemed to walk besides their stallion coltfriends or even husbands, but they seemed to cling tightly to their arms. This would be a normal sight among lovers. But the small look of defeat, shame or ignorance it was a sign that not only were their mares taken by the Siri, but their lovers were forced to watch. Though he noticed some concerning looks, so showed not despair but anger. They could be problematic. The fact that not all the stallions had been broken and shattered like so many of the mares only proved his teachers words. Things had not gone as smoothly as he thought. Many of previous converted ponies would need to be approached again and have their loyalties ensured. It would be greatly time consuming but he had to rectify his mistakes, though if he didn’t know any better. Ishtar had likely taken the steps to ensure such actions where already being done. His teacher had proven more than once to clean up his mess, his pride took a blow as is from needing her to hold his hand and resolve his fubared actions.

Bring himself back from his thoughts. He lifted his hand then made a slight gesture towards himself. Not instantly, but as he walked, he found himself joined by what appeared to be a Zebra stallion; followed by a Zebra mare only a few steps later as they formed from the crowds seamlessly. Zakia looked his new company over from the corner of his eyes, making sure it appears at though they were simply walking alongside him and not following him. The stallion was not as bulky as the other male Zebras that were in Zakia’s employment, but he was more a toned variety of muscular. More like the average pony size in build, which would be perfect for today. The mare, like the stallion, was not as curvaceous as her fellow zebra mares. She was petite, or close enough where she was almost flat. Her well formed flank was her most redeeming quality, but she was selected for having a more “pony-like” frame. As Zakia was planning to make a clothing line, he needed a variety of models. His eyes tilted slightly, knowing at least two other Siri remained close but hidden. He would have a use for them much later.

Approaching Rarity’s boutique, he knocked on the door before he opened the door, the small bell dangling from the door alerting Rarity that there was a guest at her Boutique. Zakia didn’t have to wait long before an attractive white unicorn mare with a noticeably well maintained purple curled mane. The mare who could Zakia could only assume was his target Rarity. She was well formed, her curves were well noticeable; even Zakia had to take a second to look her over. Rarity’s clothing was much fancier than Zakia expected, a a short purple skirt that was topped off by a lacy off white shirt. The clothing really showed of Rarity’s curves in a manner that made the zebra smirk a little.

“This will be should be easy.” Zakia whispered to himself as he looked at the mare. “Hello, I’m here to request a special order.”

“A special order?” Rarity asked, looking over Zakia, her eyes seeming to embrace the muscular zebra’s form; Zakia could easily tell the mare was undressing him with her eyes. She almost completely ignored the other two zebras with him. “I’m sure I can make some arrangements with my already busy scheduling.” Rarity’s voice slowly turned down to a more sultry tone. “But first, why don’t tell me more about this order.”

“My colleague Ishtar recommended you for a special project.” Zakia explained, handing Rarity a letter. I believe this should explain everything.”

“Ishtar? Did you say…” Rarity said in an excited manner, opening the letter. Her body shivered a little as her eyes poured over the written words. “Ishtar, the Zebra who’s taken Canterlot’s nobility and fashion by storm, Ishtar! This will be...I mean…” Zakia was a bit surprised at her quick and knowing response. How did his teacher hide so well but yet this mare just spewed such information out without a second thought. It was a mystery for another time though as he had a task at hand to take care of.

“If you believe you are capable of this project.” Zakia commented, reaching into pocket, he pulled out a second letter. “This will handle the payment and supplies.”

“This is…” Rarity looked over the letter, her eyes nearly went blank from the series of numbers listed on the paper. “Yes...yes I can handle this project as soon as you want me to begin.”

“Excellent, most excellent.” Zakia said, extending his arms and wrapping one around Rarity’s body. The mare seemed to shiver at the zebra’s touch. Zakia’s musk hadn’t even struck at Rarity’s nose but the mare was nearly clay in Zakia’s hand. “Now, how about we go somewhere to discuss the project?” Rarity only seemed to mew at the thought of being alone with the strong stallion; still blind to the fact that there were two other zebras with them.

“Now.” Rarity asked with a tray in hand, tea and cookies on them as she set them on a small stand nearby. She made a gesture to Zakia offering him some but a brief shake of his head to decline her offer was all that was given., Rarity turned moved to her reclining chair, a sketch pad at her waist and her signature work glasses held across her face. “Tell me about your ideas.”

“Well…” Zakie began, making sure to gather his thoughts carefully. “I want to introduce a new line of Zebra style fashion into the pony world.” Reaching into a pouch around his waist, Zakia pulled out a small number of nicely stacked papers each bearing a hopeful to be made design.. “I have here a few examples of what I am seeking from this commission. I trust something like this will not be an issue.”

“Well, let us see.” Rarity replied, but her eyes almost went dead as she saw the designs and images.

The images and designs, there were far different than what the mare had in mind. Far, far different. What she thought was vibrant display of grassland colors, and unique uses of skirts, was more like the images found in some fantasy comic. The outfits worn by the stallions showed off their chests with what looked to be loose fitting pants or even medium sizes male skirts, along with bands of cloth, leather, or even metal around the wrist, arms, and neck. The mare attire was even more revealing. A small looking sash of cloth around the large breasts that barely covered the areolas, let along the rest of the bosoms. Some images didn’t even have anything really covering the breasts, more like well made pasties with piercings, or even bells on the tips. Rarity was a more than a little put off by this, but she didn’t want to lose this opportunity.

“Mr. Zakia.” Rarity spoke up, carefully choosing her next words. “These outfits are very...cultural...but unfortunately, I don’t see them being picked up in Equestria any time soon.” She could see Zakia wanted an explanation simply by how he raised his eyebrow. “It’s simply...I’m so sorry if this is offensive, but these outfits look like something that would be found on a courtesan. I’ve heard of Ishtar herself wearing such outfits but I always assumed it was just exaggerated gossip.. I’m sorry, but is there any way they can be modified to be more…”pony” accepted?”

“While I appreciate your honesty Ms. Rarity.” Zakia replied almost instantly. “I, unfortunately, have to be adamant about these outfits. In our culture, the clothing is quite a sacred expression and cannot be changed without bringing some degree of offense.” Zakia was hoping this would be enough to sway the mare, but he saw it was not, and there was now a risk she would refuse the order; something he could not allow. “But, there is nothing against collaborating together to make a new line. To avoid insulting the designs I’ve provided and not disrespecting the cultural appearances of my people. This was another reason I have come. I feared that this issue would arise much to my dismay. If you cannot recreate the examples I’ve brought, then let us work together to come up with a much more...appropriate fashion line.”

“Okay.” Rarity nodded, happy a consensus was made. Lifting the pencil and pad, the mare was ready to negotiate. “What do you have in mind?”

“I believe my associates here will be able to help you with that. Both are what you would I believe you ponies call fashionista's.” Zakia replied, directing Rarity’s gaze to the zebras at his side.

“Wonderful, then let's begin.” Rarity nodded, getting ready to design the ideas.