It was early morning, but for the Siri, it was the right time to rise. It was routine for them to rise before the hated Sun, and especially to be active and ready for their master. Zakia was still resting, Zecora snuggling at his side as the Siri stationed to guard them changed operatives in order to ensure a constant rotation of active and dutiful protectors. The Everfree was their domain, even though the rest of Equestria was ignorant to this fact, and not a single leaf fell, or Timberwolf howled with them knowing about it.

But this did not mean the Siri were limited to only the forest. Since the acquisition of Sweet Apple Acres, many of the Siri would work the apple fields, acting as temporary immigrants looking for work, or even members of some exchange program. As well as this, these Siri were permitted to venture into Ponyville, provided they were to remain in the town proper briefly, and no more than three or four agents at a time. A break, that’s what it was often called, a reward to others.

The chance to go into town and have some measure of freedom to enjoy themselves was seen as a gift from both Zakia and Zecora. Agents who performed well, through both skill and loyalty were given a chance to enjoy the town. This still held a number of restrictions. The facilities they could enjoy were limited to the taverns, and eateries. And above all else, confrontation with anypony in town was strictly forbidden. The morale and enjoyment of his agents was something Zakia wanted, but he did not want them to do anything too risky.

Among the small number of agents permitted to travel to the town, one such Siri, a larger and strong zebra stallion, his mane cut short, and his clothes consisting of a tight, white short sleeve shirt, and thick, denim overalls. He had worked hard in the apple fields for months, and had taken an interest in the alcohols other than ale and cider found on the farm. So when the chance came, he graciously accepted and went straight to the closest tavern he could find.

The Berry’s Punch, as it was called, seemed to be the best place. There were plenty of ponies having small snacks of food, and there were seemingly countless beverages, in all manner of colors. The Siri, Zakhar, went straight to the counter. Standing them, cleaning the glass was a mulberry colored mare with flowing cerise colored mane, wearing a fine looking outfit.

“Hey there big guy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here.” The mare greeted, smiling at Zakhar. “Name’s Berry Punch, welcome to my bar.”

“A pleasure.” Zakhar replied, purposefully adding some thickness to his accent to sell the illusion of being a foreigner to the mare. “I was told Ponyville had many great places, and I wanted to try something other than cider or ale.” He looked at her with curious and yet tempting eyes. “Do you have such a drink?”

“Do I? Well, let's see what I can whip up for you honey.” Berry giggled, feeling thrilled with the challenge. Turning around, the zebra got a good view of her round ass, which seemed to be in contrast with her more petite chest. “Here we are!”

Turning around, she presented nearly half a dozen different bottles of some liquids Zakhar couldn’t recognize. Barely a moment later, she started juggling them about, tossing them here and there as if to set off a display. While he looked about the bottles in the air, he noticed Berry doing some sleight of hand, slipping an empty glass on the counter. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her clever use of skills, part of him pondering what else her hands could do.

Within seconds, she would pass each bottle over the glass, filling only a little at a time as the beverage seemed to only grow within the glass. By the time she had finished, she had presented a glass of a drink that seemed to be a floating mix of purples, reds, and blues. All with a toothpick through a large grape, and a sliced strawberry was sticking along the rim. All in all, this display was quite amazing, and even Zakhar looked at it with impressed eyes.

“Here you go, the house is special.” Berry commented, sliding the glass over to the zebra. “I call it, Berryshine.” She then leaned over the counter a little, her tone sounding almost flirty. “Which happens to be my favorite drink too.”

“Thank you, it looks amazing!” Zakhar replied, taking the glass and sniffing it. It has a clear alcoholic smell to it, but was very sweet and fruity. “How much is this?”

“First timers get a free drink.” Berry giggled, maintaining her smile. “If you like it, I know you’ll come back for more. So might as well get a taste of the good stuff first.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Zakhar nodded, smiling as he took a sip. The drink was strong, not too strong to affect him, but he could feel that any lightweight drinker would be feeling tipsy by the first sip. As well as this, the fruity taste tingled along his tongue, stimulating his taste buds as it slowly poured down his throat. “Amazing. I love the use of fruit liquor in it. And the colors are an amazing blend of beauty and flavor.”

“Oh? You like a good drink huh?” Berry giggled, raising an eyebrow as she was getting ready to prepare a new bottle. “Well not for nothing, but I do serve the strongest spirits in all of Ponyville.”

“Oh? Well, I would certainly be interested in that.” Zakhar replied, feeling the tingles spread thinly throughout his body. “Though I would like to finish this before I-” But just before he could say another word, the door burst open.

Making their way into the bar, a small group of muscular griffons walked in. They were loud, clearly obnoxious, and were going to be a problem. Zakhar could tell, these griffons were possibly from Cloudsdale; a sporting event between them and the Pegasi perhaps? He had no way of knowing, and frankly, he didn’t care. But from the looks of it, these griffons would be perfect for him to come across as a kind and caring zebra.

“Hey! Bitch!” The lead griffon commented, shouting at Berry as he approached. “The boys and I are thirsty, so give us the best shit you got!”

Berry said nothing, but clearly was intimidated by the griffon as she started getting the drinks together. Unlike how she treated Zakhar, she didn’t bother with any showmanship, only poured what looked to be fancy bottles of liquid into glasses. But based on the smell, Zakhar could tell this was some cheap drink at best in a pretty bottle. A clever tactic to trick rude but dumb customers. The griffon didn’t seem to notice, only downing it as if it were water.

“Fuck! That tastes good! Give me another!” The griffon demanded, to which Berry poured some more. The other griffons started getting their drinks too, each getting just as loud and rowdy as their leader. “Oh yeah! This is what I’m talking about!” Continuing onto whatever he was speaking about, he eventually noticed Zakhar looking at him. “Hey! The fuck you looking at, zebra?”

“Who? Me? Nothing, nothing.” Zakhar replied, starting to back down, but then made a sideways comment. “I just never knew griffons could be as loud and annoying as chickens?”

“The fuck did you just say?” The lead griffon grunted, standing over the zebra. “I don’t think I heard you correctly. Wanna run that by me again?”

“I apologize. Chicken was an incorrect assessment.” Zakhar replied, sighing as he looked at the griffon with calm eyes. “Perhaps goose is more accurate.”

“You’re fucking dead!” The griffon roared, bringing down his claws to try and rake against Zakhar, but the Siri only needed to deliver a strong punch upwards. Catching at the bottom of his beak, the griffon was sent back at his compatriots. “What the fuck?”

“Oh? I’m sorry, I think you might have had too much to drink.” Zakhar commented, glaring down at the zebra. “Perhaps, you should leave these fine ponies alone?”

The griffon started, but there was a cold shiver that ran down his spine the more he looked at the Siri. Whether being punched caused a sense of clarity, or maybe something in their instincts, but there was just something about this zebra that was making him second guess if he should try to fight back. Dragging himself up, he scoffed as he turned to leave, the rest of the griffons followed.

“I'll see you again.” The griffon muttered under his breath. “You zebra shit!” Grabbing a bottle, he threw it at Zakhar.

Due to his training, Zakhar was easily able to move out of the way in time, but this only caused a small panic, as he forgot where he was for a second. As soon as he turned, he hoped no one was behind him to be hidden by the bottle by accident. But as he did, he saw that while there was someone behind him, a pair of mares sitting at a table. One was a mint green unicorn with a two tone white and greenish white spiky mane, while the other was a pale yellow earth mare with a two tone dark blue and pink squirting mane. The two of them seemed to be dressed modestly for a “girl’s night out” from what Zakhar could see, but something else caused his eye more.

The earth mare, though her back was to the zebra, seemingly caught the bottle that had been thrown at him. This was impressive, more so, it should’ve been impossible. The unicorn catching it might have been one thing, an explainable thing, but how did this earth mare do it? He didn’t hear any shouting, and she hadn’t turned to see what was happening. All these thoughts raced through the Siri's mind before Berry’s voice broke his thoughts.

“Zakhar? Are you okay?” Berry asked, bringing his attention back to her. “You’re not hurt are you?”

“Me? Oh, no, no, no, no. I’m fine.” Zakhar replied, getting back his kind and friendly tone. “I just felt they were being very rude, and where I’m from, rude folks tend to cause more problems if ignored.”

“I appreciate it, those griffons only show up every few months or so during the sky ball games.” Berry explained, pouring another drink, this time of a much better bottle, and the liquid smelled much better. “But they usually just get drunk, make a mess, are rude, and hardly tip, let alone pay.”

“Well, I’m glad I could do something about it, and I do hope they leave you and your facility alone.” Zakhar commented, taking the drink offered with a warm smile. Downing it, he looked over to the two mares. “That said, I am sorry to have gotten you two involved. I hope neither of you were hurt.”

“Oh, nah, we’re fine.” The unicorn replied, her voice sounding light and whimsical. “Bon Bon here was so cool! How she caught the bottle without even looking!”

“Lyra…keep it down…” Bon Bon replied, blushing as she put the bottle on the table. “It’s okay. I just happen to have my hand out, and well, I used to play hoofball, so catching comes naturally.”

“Oh? Well, I am certainly glad you’re okay.” Zakhar replied, then turned his attention to Berry. “Berry, if I may, I’d like to pay for the next drinks these ladies order.”

“Really?” Lyra spoke up, excited, while Bon Bon seemed to sigh a little at her friend’s excitement. “You heard him, Berry! I’ll take another tall and sparkle!”

“I appreciate the offer.” Bon Bon thanked Zakhar more, then looked to Berry. “And I’ll just have another hard cider on the rocks.”

“You got it!” Berry replied, starting to get the drinks ready. “And as for you, Zakhar. Don’t worry about the tab for this. After what you did with the griffon pains in my ass, I can let a few drinks go.”

“Thank you, you are too kind.” Zakhar replied, enjoying himself as he watched Lyra and Bon Bon. His mind raced as he observed her. ‘She caught it, a bottle thrown, even by a drunken thug should’ve still hurt her. And I doubt hoofball would’ve allowed such skill. I need to investigate further.’

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The following morning, Zakhar ventured from Sweet Apple Acres and arrived at Zecora’s hut. He walked with a confident and sure stride, choosing to ignore the agents he was fully aware were watching his approach. If he were playing the role of a simple zebra again, he might even play along and wave at them. But he wasn’t playing such a role, he was a Siri, and he had to report to Zecora. Arriving at the hut, he knocked at the door, but did so in a specific rhythmic pattern.

Opening the door, Zakhar saw Zecora was sitting at the table, going over more papers and documents. He stood there, closing the door behind him and remaining as he was. It was not his place to simply approach his superior so casually. He was a Siri, and she was his Handler. After a few more minutes, Zecora placed the papers down, and turned her attention to the zebra. From the look on her face, she hadn’t gotten proper sleep, and with the briefest look of his eyes across the room, Zakhar believed his master, Zakia was resting.

“Do you have something to report?” Zecora asked, only for Zakhar to nod his head. “What do you have for me?”

“I have noticed an anomaly among the ponies of Ponyville.” Zakhar reported. “During my rewarded time off, I went to a bar, the Berry’s Punch, as it was called. While there, there was a small confrontation to remove obnoxious griffons, which served to better secure my cover within the town.” He paused, but then continued. “But during the confrontation, the griffon threw a bottle at me, and while I avoided it, an earth mare behind me seemed to catch it with skill no average pony should have. Upon conversation, I learned her name is Bon Bon, with a unicorn mare named Lyra.”

“Lyra and Bon Bon?!” Zecora asked, raising a curious eyebrow as she considered her thoughts. “And you have seen her catch this bottle?” Zakhar only nodded his head. “I see. Well, I’ve spoken with both of them many times before, and she has never given the impression of any talents.” Rubbing her chin, she continued. “With this in mind, I want you to personally observe these two. I shall transfer your station to this new role until further notice.”

“Understood.” Zakhar bowed, obeying his handler. “I shall do my best.”

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For a little over a week, Zakhar spent his time observing Bon Bon and Lyra. During the days, he monitored them from a secure location that allowed numerous perfect views. It also seemed a little too easy, as the two of them never closed the shades of their windows. And on more than one occasion, he had seen them leaving the window open throughout the night. By the end of the eleventh day, Zakhar was ready to consider this a flook. He would give it until the morning and then report his findings to Zecora.

He was sitting on a nearby tree that rested close to their window. The mares in question were getting ready, but not for bed, as was the habit of the behavior around this time. Bon Bon was getting dressed in a nightgown, but wasn’t cleaning off what little makeup she wore. Quite the opposite, she was cleaning it off to apply a little more. Lyra was just wearing a pair of panties but nothing else, letting her rather impressive looking tits bounce around as she seemed excited about something.

“What is this?” Zahkar pondered to himself, seeing a chance to get a little closer, he snuck his way towards the window. Remaining almost invisible in the shadows, he listened in. His words became thoughts. ‘This should be a secure enough spot.’

“Come on Bon Bon, isn’t it time we do that adventure?” Lyra asked, her tone implied something close to whining but not a full complaint. “You promised!”

“I know what I promised, but I also told you now wasn’t the time.” Bon Bon responded, her tone sounded much more serious compared to how Zakhar had heard her at the bar. “Princess Celestia’s letter was very…concerning, and I can’t take the risk of leaving Ponyville undefended.”

“But you said you weren’t gonna do that anymore, you said you weren’t going to be Sweetie Drops anymore.” Lyra replied with an adorable pout. “You said we’d go off on an adventure together. And it’s been years since you were an agent for her.”

“That said, a letter from the Princess is still a letter from the Princess.” Bon Bon replied, pinching the brow of her nose. “I know I said I was retired, and I never wanted to deal with them again, but I’m the only one around here qualified to track and capture those monsters.”

“The letter said there only might be a rise in beast activities in the Everfree. But that’s always been a thing.” Lyra counted, sighing in frustration. “Twilight and her friends have been going to and from the Everfree on their adventures for years. I mean, look at Zecora! She lives there and she’s never had an issue there. So if she could live there, I doubt there’s anything too dangerous.”

“Yes, the letter said there would be a “possible” rise, but I still need to take this somewhat seriously.” Bon Bon said, sighing a little. “For now, I’ll wait until some day and investigate the forest. A letter to the Princess, telling her all is fine would ease her mind, but I must do my due diligence.”

“Fine…but then our adventure.” Lyra said, only to hear the sound of the doorbell. “Oh! He’s here? That was fast.”

“Okay, I’m almost done. So you greet him, and I’ll join you.” Bon Bon said, to which Lyra nodded and made her way out of the room. Alone, the mare sighed. “Honestly Celestia…I told you…I’m retired, and I don’t want to fight monsters anymore.”

This news was a massive revelation for Zakhar. Bon Bon was a retired agent of Celestia’s. This had to be reported to Zecora as soon as possible. This couldn’t possibly be ignored, regardless of whether this mare claimed to be retired or not. The fact the Princess wants her to investigate the Everfree was a massive risk to their entire operation. Zakhar’s mind raced with possible options. If this was too dangerous, he could consider removing Bon Bon and Lyra, but this could only cause other issues.

But just as he was moving back to his hidden position, Zakhar spotted someone waiting at their door. Most likely whoever rang the doorbell. It was a pegasus stallion from the looks of it. He was wearing only a loose pair of jogging pants and a sleeveless workout shirt. By the time he was in position again, the Siri saw Lyra opening the door. She was still topless, looking at the stallion with an eagerness and excitement in her eyes. The stallion seemed a little unfazed by her display. And she wasn’t exactly quiet in her comments as soon as she saw her guest.

“Ooh! You’re a big one.” Lyra commented, giggling a little as she was eyeing him up and down. “I was wondering who they were gonna send this time. Well, get in here.” She reached down, grabbing at the bulge in the pegasus’ pants. “You’re gonna need to really put this bad boy to work tonight!” Guiding him in, she closed the door.

Zakhar was more than a little confused. Were Lyra and Bon Bon hiring an escort service? Not that he cared what they did in their sex life, this wasn’t his job, but then again, perhaps this could reveal a means in which he could exploit them for the cause. His mind raced with conflictions. On the one hand, he could report to Zecora, but risk missing potentially vital information that could be used against the mares. On the other hand, he could remain, but this meant the vital information for Zecora could be at constant risk of being lost while he was in the field.

Gritting his teeth, Zakhar made his choice. He decided to stay. Slinking carefully and silently back to his previously hidden position, he got a good view of Lyra bringing the pegasus to her bedroom, where Bon Bon was laying on her side on the bed, awaiting them. The stallion seemed to have a confident smirk on his face as he saw the mare on the bed. No doubt he was savoring the sight of two beautiful mares ready to fuck his brains out. Even from where he hid, Zakhar could see the bulge in the pegasus’ pants.

“Lookie lookie! We got a really good look today.” Lyra told her marefriend, getting down on her knees in order to get closer to the bulge. “Let’s see what we’re working with.” Fishing through his pants, the unicorn pulled out a rather impressive looking cock. “Holy…fuck this is hot…isn’t it, Bon Bon?”

“So long as it does its job, that’s all that matters.” Bon Bon replied, her voice sounding sultry and seductive. “I hope you weren’t planning on getting any sleep tonight, stallion. Cause I want you to empty those heavy balls in here.” Her hands ran slowly from her mouth, along her body, and to her dripping wet pussy.

Jakhar was surprised, staring on from his secured location as this pegasus proceeded to get on the bed and press himself against Bon Bon’s moist entrance. Lyra seemed to only watch for a little bit before pressing herself against the pegasus’ back, reaching under him to grab and fondle at his balls. The Siri did as he was assigned to do, he watched. The pegasus wasn’t exactly bad at his job, but wasn’t exactly good at it either. The way the earth mare moaned, clearly fake; as if she was trying to trick herself into enjoying it. Though this went unnoticed by the pegasus. If anything, he was believing her words and sounds.

Zakhar barely paid attention to whatever words the stallion was saying, they were of no value to him, but he did notice something about the mares. Bon Bon was the one being fucked, while Lyra was almost always settling for fondling and oral worship. It was as if she was trying, both mundane and magical, to rouse this stallion into cumming in her marefriend, while receiving little to none for herself. It was curious. Was this some fetish the two shared? Or were they actually trying to get pregnant? But if so, why Bon Bon being prioritized? Were they planning on taking turns?

These thoughts mixed and churned in Zakhar’s mind, keeping his focus on them until the stallion seemed ready to cum. It was pitiful, barely a little under a half hour and this pegasus was ready to blow his load. And from the looks of it, he wasn’t going to last many rounds either. Zakhar only sighed a little, shaking his head. Though at the same time, he was a little thankful this stallion wasn’t going to endure for long. As this would give him the chance to leave and make his report.

The stallion moaned out in pleasure, with Lyra standing behind him, a hand on his shoulder, and the other groping his ass, as if to help piston his movements as he was picking up his speed. After a few more short minutes, he bottomed out in Bon Bon, releasing his cum inside her. Despite the fake moans she gave off before, the blushing look of orgasm on her face as she felt the cum being fucked into her seemed legit, somethin Zakhar made a mental note of. But as he expected, the stallion stumbled back, his cock nearly limp after the first release.

Immediately, Lyra seemed to know what was about to happen, and a bubble of magic enveloped the room. Zakhar felt a small panic course through him. Bon Bon was angry, that much was clear, she was yelling at the pegasus, but there was no sound coming from the room. The Siri had heard of sound dampening spells, but now there were only the context clues he could guess and gather to determine what was happening. From what he could see, Bon Bon was shouting at the pegasus, no doubt over his poor performance, and the stallion seemed to be taking her words with a somewhat calm composure.

After about another minute or so of this deafening silence, Lyra dropped her spell, and the pegasus was standing up. Though he didn’t approach the mare, even as Bon Bon collapsed with a frustrating grunt back onto the bed. Gathering his clothes, he dressed himself and left, with Lyra guiding him out. Bon Bon, now alone in the room, seemed to whisper something, but her face was visible enough for Zakhar to make out, “another chump”. Followed by another groan and sigh, she rolled over to the side, with her back facing the window.

Eventually, Lyra returned, with the pegasus departing the home. Spreading his wings, he took flight and the mare was back in the bedroom with her marefriend. Sitting on the side of the bed, Lyra seemed to consol Bon Bon, but they were speaking far too quietly for Zakhar to hear them. This forced the Siri to move itself back into a closer position. Thankfully, they were far too distracted with each other to have a chance to notice their eavesdropper.

“Come on Bon Bon, he wasn’t that bad.” Lyra commented, gently rubbing Bon Bon’s shoulder. “You didn’t have to yell at him after just the first round.”

“You call that a round? I call it a disappointment.” Bon Bon groaned, rolling on her back as she stared up at the ceiling. “Lyra, I’ve told you, I’ve fought some of the scariest, biggest, and deadliest beasts of Equestria. That requires immense stamina. And even if I can look past the poor performance, I can’t overlook just a pitiful amount of cum.”

“I mean, it was the first round. Maybe he could’ve just needed the first shot out before continuing.” Lyra replied, trying to lighten the mood. “Remember Cranky’s cousin. You were riding a donkey dick for hours that day.”

“Yes, but it didn’t work.” Bon Bon replied, blushing a little as she thought back to the time her marefriend was mentioning. “But if I can’t feel that the cum is thick enough, hot enough, and virile enough, I don’t want to waste my time.” She then placed a hand on Lyra’s shoulder. “Lyra, you know how much this means to me. And if we’re going to have a foal, I want only the best for us.”

This was it, this was the piece of information Zakhar needed. With a sinister smirk, he descended from his hiding spot, down to the streets below. He had to return to Zecora and fill in his report. As well as this, the trip back to base gave him the perfect amount of time to formulate a plan of his own; provided Zecora would approve of it of course. He was free to think as he wished, but his orders were absolute and were expected to be followed as such.

But as he was walking from the house, he noticed something on the ground. Possibly dropped from the stallion in his haste to leave, but it looked like a small card. Sneaking over, Zakhar casually picked it up, examining it. It was indeed a business card of some kind, with a small imagery of a typical mare, but was pregnant and held a smiling expression. The name of the business read, “Quality Breeders”, with the phrase, “We breed to help create the family you desire” written on it.

‘So that’s it!’ Zakhar thought, pocketing the card. ‘They’re trying to start a family. I must report to Zecora immediately with this!’

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Returning to Zecora’s hut, it was a little after midnight, but Zakhar wasted no time; though he was sure to approach her with the utmost respect. Haste of information was no excuse for improper behavior and behaving too casually to one’s superior. Presenting the information he had learned, as well as the card, the Siri stood at attention, awaiting next instructions. Zecora seemed to have been dressed in a hastily thrown on robes, no doubt having been forced awake, but it might’ve been worse if Zakia had been awoken. Though it was never confirmed, some rumors among the Siri was that their master hated being woken up without good cause.

“Hmm, well, we can certainly take advantage of this.” Zecora commented, tapping her finger on the card. “If Bon Bon is indeed taking orders from Celestia, then we must intervene.” Walking over to a counter, she presented two containers; one being a large vial, and the other being a small pouch. As well as this, she grabbed a few small candles. “But we cannot simply erase or break her. There is an unknown factor we must know.”

“I’m sorry, but I do not understand.” Zakhar asked, bowing his head respectfully. “I humbly request elaboration.”

“Since our assimilation of both the apple fields of Ponyville, as well as the weather facilities of Cloudsdale, we have been slowly mixing in our potions with both their food, and the very rain.” Zecora explained, putting the small containers on the table. “As well as this, we have also been utilizing the marketplace to sell special candles in town. These candles serve as an additional means to help in controlling and swaying the populace.”

Zakhar nodded, having somewhat noticed how much more “liberated” the ponies in town have been. They weren’t openly fucking in the street, but they had started wearing more revealing clothes, and behaved more casually and flirted openly than how they were when he first transferred to Ponyville. With their food, rain and thus drinking water, as well as even their home lives being invaded by these numerous potions fueled means, it would be obvious that the ponies were mostly being swayed.

“That said, if Bon Bon is speaking and behaving exactly as you have said, then this would not be something one under the potion’s influence would be.” Zecora further explained. “Take this for example.” Lifting the vial, she twirled it in her hand for a moment. “Even in its most diluted form, it should still give some indication of something, but Bon Bon is behaving as if unaffected. We must know why, and then we must have her properly dealt with.”

“I understand. Permission to speak…” Zakhar asked, to which Zecora nodded. “Bon Bon showed a reluctance in doing this task for Celestia. So if this letter is not returned, perhaps she would become more suspicious? Would it not be better for us to try and recruit her?”

“Recruit Bon Bon?” Zecora asked, rubbing her chin as she pondered the possibilities. “It would be certainly something to have, and her skills may prove to be beneficial in numerous bestial projects. But do you have the means to initiate her?”

“I believe I do.” Zakhar nodded, maintaining his composure. “If she and Lyra have been seeking a surrogate service in order to start a family, then what if I were to be that surrogate?”

“Hmm, impregnate her…added in if we can slowly corrupt her senses with the potions…perhaps even the candles could…” Zecora pondered aloud before nodding. “Very well, take these with you, and pose as the next possible surrogate. Monitor how often they hire such services, and intercept the next opportunity you can. Then, you are to engage in how you must to ensure she is impregnated. From there, use whatever means at your disposal in order to convince her to join us.” She paused for a moment, and then as Zakhar went to claim the items, she placed her hand on his. “Bon Bon’s knowledge is considered potentially valuable, and so we cannot afford to lose it. Sway her, but do not break her. Lyra, you may do so as you wish.”

“Very well.” Zakhar bowed his head, taking the items, and stood in attention. “I shall handle all that is assigned to me.”

“Very good, you are dismissed.” Zecora commented, giving her last orders to the Siri. “I want daily reports of any changes, and Bon Bon is considered a pony of interest until told otherwise.” Zakhar nodded, turned, and departed from the hutt.

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