Savage POV

"Zitrus, can we talk?"

A week had passed since we tortured and killed those two ponies behind the bar. Truth be told, we were starting to feel guilty about it. A significant part of this guilt stemmed from Crystal. On one hoof, we felt remorseful when we saw her in so much pain as her memories returned. When she regained her traumatic past...

We ourselves had never struggled much with torture. If it had been in the name of the Goddess, we had believed it to be justified. Or so we thought. Maybe it was justified for us, but not for Crystal. She had suffered under the Goddess and fulfilled her commands. It was no surprise she now held deep resentment toward the Goddess. We couldn't blame her for that.

However, that wasn't our primary concern at the moment. We were relieved that Crystal had forgiven us relatively quickly, that much was true. But right now, we had other matters to attend to.

"Sure?", Zitrus responded, sounding rather perplexed.

Ultimately, why would Savage want to speak with him? The alicorn who had once despised ponies, especially stallions. Admittedly, we didn't view him the same way as we did when we first met. We had come to trust him. Nevertheless, he was still a pony.

"Good. How about we go to the bar and have a drink or two after this? I'm sure the barkeeper wouldn't mind us anymore", we suggested.

Zitrus and Crystal, who stood beside him, exchanged a puzzled glance.

"You want to go to the bar... with me... to drink and talk?", he inquired, even prompting Crystal to raise an eyebrow.

We let out an annoyed sigh.

"Alright, look. I want to talk about some things that have happened in the last few days. And I want to talk with both of you about it. I thought we could do it in the bar because the atmosphere there is better", we explained.

We attempted to hide our emotions. Indeed, there was more beneath our words, but that was a matter for later. For now, we needed to convince Zitrus to accompany us to the bar.

"What would you like to drink, Savage?", Zitrus asked.

"We don't need anything, but feel free to grab yourself a beer", we replied.

"Well, don't mind if I do", he chuckled and walked away.

As he took a few steps away, we glanced around the bar. Similar to the first time we visited, the Chipped Hoof was bustling with all sorts of creatures. Whether ponies, bat ponies, griffons, zebras, or even us alicorns, every being was welcome, as long as they didn't instigate a fight.

A shiver ran down our spine as we recalled the events from last week, when Blueberry had almost shot the stallion with an arrow and all guns had suddenly been aimed at us. Thankfully, we had managed to come out of that situation unscathed.

The barkeeper still gave Zitrus a skeptical look as he approached but didn't say anything, proceeding to fill a mug with beer. Zitrus paid for the mug and returned to our table, a smaller one for the two of us. As previously mentioned, it was a private chat, so Blueberry and Crystal were absent. The random creatures milling around didn't disturb us.

"Alright, what would you like to talk about?", Zitrus asked, taking his seat across from us. He took a deep sip from his beer.

"Have you had sex with one of my sisters?", we inquired, attempting to sound as casual as possible.

"PFFFFFF!", Zitrus spluttered, taken aback by the question, and accidentally spewed his beer from his mouth. Unfortunately, there was no protective green magical shield this time, and the hoppy liquid landed right on our face.

We should have anticipated that... we thought, wiping our face with a front leg, quite displeased.

"I'm sorry", Zitrus managed to utter between coughs.

We took a deep breath to compose ourselves and overlook the accident.

"So, did you?", we persisted.

"No... I have not", Zitrus responded.

We were actually rather surprised by this.

"Kind of hard to believe."

"Savage, I don't know what answer you were expecting, but my answer remains the same. I haven't had any sexual encounters with Crystal or Blueberry", Zitrus stated firmly, emphasizing his truthfulness.

"Why not? Aren't you interested in my sisters?", we probed.

"Of course, I am."

"So you would be willing to be intimate with them?"

"I never said that."

Zitrus and we exchanged glances. Not out of malice or animosity, but more to read each other's thoughts.

Zitrus let out a sigh and took another sip of his drink.

"What exactly do you want to know, Savage?"

"We want to know if you have sexual interests in Blueberry or Crystal", we revealed.

"Did they ask you to inquire about this?", Zitrus inquired, raising a legitimate question.

"No, they didn't. We're asking out of our own curiosity. And if it helps, I can keep everything to myself and not share anything with them", we assured.

Zitrus nodded thoughtfully. "I see. Well, if you're wondering, yes, I do find your sisters attractive. But who wouldn't? If it weren't for your past actions, you alicorns are quite alluring. I mean, just look at your kind. You possess a slender, curvaceous body, a beautiful long mane and tail, majestic wings, and a horn", he commented.

We had to admit, we liked the way he spoke of us, of our kind. It filled us with joy, although we kept our reaction concealed.

"Your beer is nearly empty; I'll get you a new one", we remarked, rising from our chair. It was crucial to keep him drinking. The more he drank, the more his mind would loosen. That was our goal.

"You want to fetch me a drink? You, of all alicorns?", Zitrus responded skeptically.

"Well, yes. What's wrong with that?", we countered, making it sound as if our action were perfectly ordinary.

"For one, you don't have any bottle caps to pay with. Second, why would you of all ponies bother to get me a drink?", Zitrus questioned.

Zitrus wasn't foolish. He sensed that something was amiss. However, we had also planned for him to catch on to our intentions sooner or later. We knew that the only way to ensnare him was to construct our own trap.

"True. Could you get us something too? We'd like a drink for ourselves. It could lighten the mood", we replied.

Zitrus remained dubious.

"Pretty please?", we added, accompanied by an innocent smirk.

Zitrus hesitated for a moment before silently reaching into his saddlebags and getting a few bottle caps.

"It's not just about appearances; character matters too. What's the use of a beautiful mare if she's a bitch? Or what's the point of a handsome stallion if he's a jerk?", Zitrus mused, sounding a bit tipsy as he took another sip from his beer. It was his third mug, and we could see how it was beginning to affect him.

We ourselves were on our second mug, and we could also feel its effects, even though we were a tall and powerful alicorn...

"But enough about me, what about you? Have you ever been with Blueberry or Crystal? I mean, at least with Crystal, I wouldn't be surprised", Zitrus asked.

Our eyes widened, uncertain whether he knew about our intimate encounter with our green sister.

"HA! I knew it! Your expression says it all", Zitrus declared, his face lighting up with a triumphant smirk.

"Hmpf! I'll get us the next round. But this time, something stronger", we declared. The revised plan was to choose something stronger that would take effect on Zitrus more quickly.

"Are you sure you can handle something like that, alicorn?", Zitrus maintained his smirk, this time with a mocking tone.

"We'll show you what we can handle, my little pony!"

It was Zitrus... we couldn't recall how much he had consumed. We couldn't even remember how much we had consumed. (To our embarrassment, it was probably less than him.) But we didn't care much. Finally, we had him exactly where we wanted him to be.

"I normally don't... hick... drink. I can only handle this much because I'm not a... hick... lightweight like you", Zitrus slurred, his half-open eyes indicating he had clearly imbibed too much.

The room was spinning, and the most practical solution seemed to be to grasp the shot in front of us and down it. It didn't alleviate the dizziness, but we cared less now.

"You haven't seen my capabilities thus far", we retorted, suppressing a burp.

"I think we should... go. Before the others start to worry. Besides, I've spent far too many... uuuuh... what was the word... bottle caps in here", Zitrus muttered, rising a bit unsteadily.

We followed, ensuring we stayed close by his side.

He was vulnerable now. Normally, he had resistance (for a stallion) but now he was inebriated and weakened. He couldn't think clearly.

"You know, Savage, when you mentioned wanting to go to the bar for a chat and a drink, I would've bet that you had more in mind. But I guess I was wroaaaaaaah!"

As we walked next to a ruin that had once been a house, we grabbed Zitrus and hurled him behind the walls. With a resounding "oof," he collided with the ground and lay there on his back. Swiftly, we employed a spell to teleport ourselves, positioning us towering over him.

To be frank, we had no clear idea of how to arouse a stallion, but we knew how to arouse an alicorn. We presumed the difference wouldn't be substantial.

"Savage, wait! What are you-" Zitrus' words were cut off as we kissed him. Not just a gentle, customary kiss, but a deep one. Our tongue caught him by surprise and swiftly gained control over his entire mouth, which, unfortunately, wasn't all that erotic due to the scent of alcohol on both our breaths. Regardless, we explored his tongue, teeth, and the recesses of his mouth.

Ordinarily, the thought of kissing a regular pony would never cross our mind. However, the haze of alcohol had blurred our thoughts, making everything seem much simpler. Furthermore, having known Zitrus for so long and earned his trust, he was the one who had the privilege of such an experience, if any pony were to have it.

At first, Zitrus attempted to resist the kiss, but it wasn't long before he surrendered to the pleasure. It wasn't as though he had much of a chance against us, and deep down, he desired it too. He was a stallion, after all.

When we finally broke the connection between our mouths, he gazed up at us in astonishment.

"Savage?"

We seated ourselves on him, right where his stallionhood would be. Of course, he was already erect. Our own marehood was moistening, its wetness spreading onto him.

"With spring approaching, so does the mating season. Ours started two days ago, a bit earlier than usual. Nevertheless, we want you to relieve us of this heat", we murmured, our expression seductive but also conveying that we wouldn't accept any objections.

Yet, Zitrus exerted a force that only an earth pony could muster and cast us off him. He stood at a distance from us, his erection still firm.

"In heat…?! I don’t want to impregnate you!"

"You won't. Alicorns cannot conceive with normal ponies. Otherwise, the Goddess wouldn't have struggled to find a way for us to procreate, Just consider Crystal", we informed him firmly, standing there with our wings spread, creating an encompassing presence.

Zitrus, however, remained uncertain. His gaze shifted between us and his twitching penis as he wrestled with his instincts.

"Can I trust you that this isn't a trap?"

Hearing that hurt more than we'd care to admit. It stung that he didn't trust us enough. Slowly, we lowered our wings and let our expression calm.

"This isn't a trap. We promise."

A pause fell between us. He studied our face, searching for any hint of betrayal. Finding none, we hoped he'd give in to his urges. After all, he was a stallion, and often they let their instincts guide them.

Eventually, he acquiesced, nuzzling our neck and mane tenderly, as though treasuring the moment. A sigh escaped us, a mix of relief and affection. We welcomed his touch, even though he wasn't an alicorn. But our needs eclipsed all that. We turned around, lifting our tail and exposing our already wet marehood.

Though we didn't experience the same needs as stallions, we were an alicorn, stronger than mere impulses. We simply required something to alleviate the heat once and for all.

Zitrus seemed almost hypnotized when he saw our opening, the aroma of our arousal signaling readiness. He stepped closer, and we dropped our front to the ground while raising our hindquarters.

Operating purely on instinct, Zitrus mounted us. His stallionhood pressed against our vagina. Unsure of what would happen next, considering we'd never slept with a male before, we weren't nervous. We were curious about how it would feel.

As Zitrus entered us, slow but steady, new sensations ignited in our head. It was different from being with a mare, not necessarily better, but we still relished the experience. We gasped as he penetrated deeper, the process smooth thanks to our natural lubrication.

Zitrus let out a sharp breath, clearly needing this release. Not that we were surprised; he was, after all, still a stallion.

Then he began to move, a rhythmic motion of in and out. Initially slow, his speed escalated soon after. It was something we never thought we'd admit, but we enjoyed the sensation. His shaft was precisely what a mare in heat craved. We bit our lip, our hips swaying in time with his rhythm.

Truthfully, it might have been the least romantic night possible—no genuine foreplay, just a bit of nipping and a clumsy, inebriated kiss. Even the sex itself was about two ponies satisfying their needs. But we didn't care; we were utterly consumed by the sensation of Zitrus riding us.

Unable to restrain ourselves any longer, we began to breathe heavily as the encounter continued, each thrust increasing our excitement. It appeared Zitrus was on the same trajectory.

"Savage... I..." he managed to utter amid deep breaths.

We had never experienced having a stallion climax inside us, so we weren't prepared for what happened next. His member began to twitch, and with a final deep thrust, warm fluid shot deep into our marehood.

A surprised gasp escaped us at the sudden sensation, and yet it was the same sensation that triggered our own climax. Our fluids mingled, and our body was consumed by waves of relaxation. Still, we kept our hindquarters raised, savoring the feeling as our heat dissipated.

Afterward, Zitrus withdrew his member, collapsing onto the ground beside us, exhausted and drained. Even the alcohol started to take its toll on us now, leaving us both spent. We settled down, catching our breath once more.

"I apologize. I should have warned you."

We didn't reply. We understood that he couldn't resist his stallion instincts any longer. And honestly, we didn't mind. Despite the implications of his climax, it was also the factor that quelled our heat.

Summoning our magic, we conjured two blankets we had kept nearby, covering both Zitrus and ourselves for warmth during the night.

Yes, we had orchestrated everything from our initial step into the bar to this moment, resting in these ruins. Neither Zitrus nor we were inclined to return to the camp. When we recounted the events to Blueberry and Crystal, we'd tell them we'd drunk too much—which wasn't entirely false.

With gratitude, Zitrus snuggled into the blanket, and together, fatigue overwhelmed us. We lay down, and exhaustion took us, guiding us into sleep.

Waking up the next morning was an entirely new experience in itself. Our head throbbed, and we had to first recall where we were. Glancing to our side, we found Zitrus still asleep. He wasn't snoring, but it was evident that he hadn't had a restful night.

Indeed, he eventually stirred and seemed just as disheveled as we initially felt. As the memories of the previous evening gradually returned to him, his eyes widened, and he turned toward us. He found himself face to face with a tall, purple alicorn lying beside him, proof that the events of last night were real.

"You pleased us", we said, offering a smile.

We weren't entirely sure why we said it, but in that moment, it felt right...

Author's Note

Yes, if you read the preview chapter, you could guess it.
Here, have a 2 min fanart from a friend of mine: Savage’s pwetty pwease moment.