Fenrir awoke to the smell of eggs, making his way to Zecora's door he rapped lightly.
"Come in for Breakfast, so that we might meet at last."
Fenrir smiled, not only was the woman inside a warrior and shaman but she talked as he did. Her smell continued to intoxicate him. Pushing the door open, he entered. The sight of Zecora, her back turned to him, caused him to freeze. A low growl, echoed forth as he verbalized his appreciation of the Zebra woman's form. She shot him a look over her shoulder. Raising his hands, he bowed his head.
"Forgive This Wolf, his upset, My Nose and your Beauty makes your Heat hard to Forget."
Fenrir took a breath. "However, You are in no danger, To restraint, This wolf Is no stranger"
Smirking, she said. "Upon that Chair you should sit, Breakfast will be done in just a bit."
Turning to the stove, Zecora continued. "You speak of my heat, Is that not what you wished to treat?"
Fenrir watched as Zecora swayed through the kitchen, poise, strength, beauty and intelligence. He resisted the urge to pull her to him, as she dropped the eggs unto his plate, pouring tea into his cup. She leaned on the table, her back arched, waiting for her answer.
Fenrir closed his eyes a moment, then picked up the fork and took a bite of the eggs. He chewed thoughtfully, then answered.
"I will never force a Mare, Only if you truly Care. If this is only to ease your heat, A different male you should ask to treat. In my past I mated with more then one, and had many sons. It was only to not be alone, so that my heart would not turn to stone. So now that the chain Gleipner no longer locks me away, I wish for one that wants me to stay. Not for what I know, or strength my fate may bestow. So until you say that is what you desire, I cannot be the one to quench your fire."
He finished his eggs and gulping down his tea. "Thank you for the meal, but I had to tell you what I feel." Fenrir rose, but Zecora pushed him back into the chair. Straddling him, her chest pressing to his, her arms enclosing him, her arousal filling his nostrils, she leaned upon his shoulder. Still he kept his hands to his sides, he needed to hear the words. Zecora began whispering into his ear, huskily and deep.
"Fenrir, to the children you where kind, Allowing them to pick your Mind. I saw when you came back, the time meant you walked them all to Applejack's. You protected me from the wild, and were so very mild. I think with a wolf I can live, If to me he is willing to give. I fell in love with you that day, when with the CMC you did play. When I awoke and saw, that upon me you had not laid a claw. I knew that you were true."
Fenrir's arms pulled her tight to him, lifting her, Zecora's legs wrapping around him. Burying his snout into her shoulder, he inhaled her scent, then slammed her down on the table. Pulling his muzzle to hers, she kissed him as she drew him unto her, what they wanted only separated by thin fabric. Of Course, a knocking came to the door.
"Unless the world is going to end, I may kill a friend" Zecora Groused.
"Their body I will help you hide, as long as we can continue this ride."
Zecora held him tighter for a moment, then let out a sigh. "A tempting offer made, but later we will get laid."
Fenrir stepped back, helping Zecora stand.
"Zecora, I will clean, or something they may glean."
Not getting what Fenrir meant, Zecora made the mistake of looking down. As her wolf went past her, she looked to the door, grabbing her knife, she advanced, "I am sorry that this pony needs to die, but with that wolf I must lie."
Opening the door, she grabbed the farm pony on the other side, her blade at her throat, "Applejack, my dear, If I were you I'd run from here."
"Easy know Zecora, I just wanted to make sure that Fenrir got back here okay."
A low growl came from the Zebra mare, "He got back here fine, now run or on Pony meat I dine."
Applejack, leaned back as Zecora released her. "I am really sorry Zecora I just......"
Again the growl, frustration quickly turning to rage, as she advanced on the farmpony, her dagger glittering in the sun. A black furred shape shot from Zecora's hut wrapping strong arms around her, a cup held to her lips, her nose forced shut. Applejack watched as her friend drank, and tension eased from Zecora's body.
Zecora sank against the black furred male and for the first time in the light, Applejack beheld Fenrir.
"I am sorry Honesty, You interrupted a moment, you see."
"I can't blame her, damn your gorgeous, I'd stab somepony too for interrupting. Wait, how did you know I'm the element of honesty?"
"The one that Betrayed me, was my world's God of Honesty."
"Well then I know what I have to do. Fenrir, I can't stand that you associate me with somepony that would betray family." The Farm Mare spat on the ground. "So I want to ask something. I am going to come along on Applebloom's next lesson and Zecora, I want you to brew two droughts of the memory brew. Then you and me Fenrir are gonna drink."
Fenrir tilted his head, "You would go to those ends, just to claim me as a friend."
There was no hesitation, "Yes, You protected my sister, that puts me in your debt, if this eases your pain, I won't hesitate."
"Very well, in a week, you will see my hell, Goodbye Honesty, I wish you well."