“How’s it going with your pony?” Leon asked.

“She’s not ‘mine’, y’know.”

“Are you at least getting along better?”

“I told you about getting turned into… something alien for her to use all night, right?”

“Yeah you told me, what did she do to top that?”

“Last time I saw her things started better. No weird transformations, no kicking. But no love either. A fairly practical fuck session, you might think.”

“But was she nice to you?”

I didn’t want to answer that question.

“Did she let you come with her?” he pressed.

“No,” I really didn’t want to go into all the details. “We talked. It was a little tense, at first, but I thought we had a good conversation. I thought maybe we had a little more understanding. Then she wrapped things up by deliberately humiliating me.”

“What’d she do?” There was comforting strength to his insistence.

I looked away, shamed by the memory.

“She made me jerk myself off and rub the come all over my own face.” I didn’t mention what came after that.

“That wasn’t the end of it, was it?” Leon, in his wisdom saw through me yet again, but he did not ask me to elaborate further.

I nodded silently in my shame.

“I made you come on your own face,” he said gently.

“You and I were just getting off together, and it was crazy mad hot. I’m not in love with you, you’re not in love with me, and you didn’t make me call myself a dirty whore!”

“Sounds like one step forward, three steps back, to me. Normally I would say that ‘no violence’ was a good step, but in this case the emotional violence is almost as bad. As your spiritual advisor, I’m telling you that you might have to give up on this woman. Mare. Whatever.”

“You know that I can’t.”

“You know that if she’s chosen to convince herself that she doesn’t like you, nothing you do will make a difference. You know you can’t force her to love you. And there’s no telling how far she’ll go.”

“Wherever she goes, I’ll be there for her.”

Leon groaned and I tried to steer the conversation towards the more neutral topic of swordplay instruction. “You’ll be pleased to learn I’ve been practicing in real life.”

“You got a boyfriend? You’re sucking dicks for coin of the realm in some dark alley?” He was teasing now but the humorous accusation caught me off guard.

“No! You doofus! I bought a dildo to practice on and named it after you. But what I meant to tell you was that I found a crappy theatre prop sword and have been swinging it around my domicile. And I’m gonna get my hands on a real war sword, but its been something like a thousand years since wars were fought with swords on my world so real ones are ancient artifacts. Uh, I wasn’t going to tell you about that other thing.”

He chuckled as I blushed.

“Did you make any progress convincing miss Avani that you are the alpha male in Selphia?” I asked.

He already had his hand on his belt buckle – I took that as a ‘no’.

“You okay, kid?” he asked, “do you wanna do it?”

Abusing myself to Twilight’s mockery had not brought me any actual relief.

“Yeah, Leon,” I said as his pants fell, “I need to.”

“Take care of this,” he tightened his pelvic muscles until his cock lunged upwards, “and then we can cross blades. Sword and dagger technique today.”

I grasped Leon’s erection in one hand, my own hardness in the other hand, stepped closer until I could rub our cocks against each other.

“Sword and dagger, m’lord?” I asked playfully. I looked up into his eyes as I squeezed one penis and then the other.

“That’s not what I meant, kid. But—” he put a strong hand on my shoulder, lending his closeness a breath-catching immediacy “—are you sure you’re up for this? The pony’s been being kinda rough on you.”

I shrugged out of his grasp, released his member, and knelt before him.

“I’m sure, Leon. I gotta stay sane enough to serve her.”

I began kissing his penis. Not sucking yet, I wanted to make sure he was thoroughly erect before I took him. When he was stone hard, and slick from my kisses, I drew back and looked up coyly at him. I licked my lips in anticipation.

“Now careful when you—”

Before he could finish speaking I hilted him in one smooth motion and this time I didn’t gag at all. My lips were pressed hard against the base of his cock, my chin against his balls; and I wasn’t maxed out. It helped that my practice dildo (how did he goad me into admitting such a thing?) was somewhat bigger than Leon’s rod: this was going to be easy. I knew from timing myself I could spend over half a minute with him completely occluding my airway and not gasp even a little when I came up for air. I was not going to screw up like last time.

I met his gaze as I deepthroated him. I think he was as much impressed as he was pleasured. When the need for air finally became pressing I drew back until just the tip of my tongue caressed the underside of his glans, and I made a show of taking a slow breath then kissed the tip.

“Okay, you learned that almost as fast as the other kind of swordplay,” Leon admitted.

“I gotta say, a real, warm, flesh cock is a lot nicer in the throat than the dildo,” I whispered.

“It’s going to be a lot squirtier than a dildo real fast if you keep up like that, dude.”

“Call me Avani, Leon baby,” I purred, “and make sure you come in my mouth.”

I took him again in one slow motion. I bobbed in ever faster and shallower strokes until my lips were barely passing the corona of his penis. I took a breath and repeated the cycle: deep and slow start gradually becoming fast and shallow. Again I met his gaze and and the connection formed. I could see how much he was enjoying it, how his entire awareness had focused down to just my mouth. His pleasure became mine and I had to restrain myself to keep my rhythm steady. I grabbed his hips to steady myself when I found my enthusiasm threatened to unbalance me.

“Oh, Avani!” Leon’s gaze was far away now. “You don’t need that Dylas idiot…”

“Mmmm Leon, you’re so much better than him,” I said when I came up for breath.

Again I took his full length. When I attempted to shorten my strokes he gently put his hand on the side of my head and guided me to stay deep. His other hand brushed my face as he crooned, “Avani, Avani, Avani.”

It was a good thing, I thought, that I could never manage to grow a beard – it might have interfered with his fantasy. Leon was fully in control as he carefully, but firmly, set the pace as he stroked in and out of my mouth. I had one hand on his hip, holding on to balance myself. My other hand found a firm grip further down.

For long minutes his cock dominated my awareness as completely as it filled my mouth. I could breathe shallowly around him, but I wasn’t getting enough air and Leon was too focused to let me pause to take a full breath. My eyes were watering, tears were running down my face, and I was growing dizzy. But through some perverse neural alchemy my arousal was only increasing.

When he did finally remember to let me breathe I squandered to opportunity to urge him on.

“Fuck my mouth Leon, come, come, come…” my crooning was cut off as he did exactly what I asked. Plunging his cock back through my eager lips, he made a whimpering sound that could have been Avani’s name and his eyes were half closed as he ejaculated voluminously into my mouth, the salt and sweet of him bathing my tongue in his silky warmth. I swallowed, and swallowed more, and gently suckled his penis until the pulsing flow of semen stopped. I sucked for minutes longer until he began to grow soft.

“Oh shit, Leon,” I said between gasps of air, “that was good buddy.” I leaned forward to lick the last drop from him after he released me. He stood there and wobbled slightly, pants around his knees, eyes half closed. The musky aftertaste of semen lingered at the back of my throat; this wasn’t love, but at least I felt physically satisfied.

“Bullshit,” he said, “I just about screwed your face off. I’m sorry, kid, I kinda got carried away. Y’a’ight?”

“I’m fine, fine,” I laughed, “notice that I never asked you to stop.”

“Yeah, I see you grinning like an idiot, but why the tears?” he asked, placing a hand gently on my cheek. “I never had a girl cry from sucking me.” His gaze darkened with memory. “I try not to make my partners cry,” he added, “even just casual hookups.”

“Then they don’t know what they were missing,” I sassed back to lighten the mood. “If I wasn’t enjoying it, then what’s been going on down here?”

Leon looked down. He hadn’t noticed me pull my cock out my pants and stroke it while I sucked him. When the taste of his orgasm filled my awareness it had triggered my climax and I splattered the ground between his feet. I wiped a big drop of semen from my dick head and reached up to pop the finger in his mouth.

“What was that for?” he asked after he licked his lips in surprise.

“I don’t want you to think you’re topping me. This is mutual stress relief until one or both of us manage to move our real relationships further.”

“I dunno.” Leon’s eyes sparkled. His irrepressible humor melded with the languor of afterglow as he stroked the side of my face where he had wiped my tears dry. “I think I’ll be topping the dream-loving fuck out of you, pretty boy!”

“Leoooo!”

Author's Note

Happy belated Hearts & Hooves day, everypony :ominouslythrobbingheart: