The first thing I noticed was the decorative tabs on the front of the top she was wearing.

Returning from a half-day of work at the library I found Twilight in the Avani costume Leon had given me.

“Sorry for leaving you alone here,” I said.

“It’s my own fault for telling you that old formula. Did you get it recorded?”

“Yep, and I penciled in a few theories for the next few years of research. I see you went exploring.”

“How do I look?” she asked. She rocked herself from side to side so that the skirt swayed like a tolling bell. With an awkward smile she spun around; the skirt lifted to show off her legs above the knees.

“Delightful. But its also a little weird seeing you in those clothes.”

“The fabric is unlike any of the clothes you bought me. Did these belong to an old girlfriend?”

She looked wistful, but I was gratified that it was not jealousy I saw in her eyes.

“Girlfriend? No, it’s weirder than that. I wore those for Leon so he could pretend that I was the girl he loves. Before she fell for him.”

“Okay, that’s pretty weird.” She drew nearer until we stood nose to nose. “So, mister surrogate girlfriend, did you put out?”

“I did.”

“Tell me about your smoking hot date with Leon.” Coyly she added, “we can act it out, too. You be Leon and I’ll be you.”

“You slip into the dreamworld,” I began, “and find yourself in a poorly lit room…”

—

I was disoriented by a dim room I’d never seen before. Judging from the mixture of martial and scholarly accouterments it must be—

“My room in Selphia,” said Leon.

“Do I finally get to see the town?”

“Certainly. Will you pretend to be Avani until such time as we wake in our separate worlds?”

“Yes, Leon.” I blushed. I knew quite well what acting out his dreams of Selphia’s acting princess would entail. “I will be Avani for you.”

“Then, my lady Avani,” he smiled, “I have a small gift for you.” He handed me a bundle of clothes, a green forest outfit. “Wear this for our date. I shall avert my gaze while you don it.”

I slipped out of my pajamas. I stood there, heart pounding, tempted to simply throw myself at Leon without visiting his fabled hometown. The moment passed and I began to struggle with the Selphian garb. There were no magnetic closures, the undergarments did not self-adjust to fit their cargo, but eventually I figured it out. And like Leon had described Avani wearing, the top had tabs of fabric resting directly over my nipples. From each tab hung a rectangular link of metal, as from an ornamental chain.

His room held no mirror, but at last I was dressed.

“How do I look?” I asked. I rocked myself from side to side so that the skirt swayed like a tolling bell. With an awkward smile I spun around; the skirt lifted to show off my legs above the knees.

“Delightful, my lady. The waking Avani is pale as a white peach in the sun; but the verdal tint contrasts your colouration as lovely as it would compliment hers.”

We left the inn and Leon showed me around. Finally I was seeing the places and meeting the people I had only heard about.

Throughout the town, everybody we met addressed me as Avani – else I might have wondered if we were truly dreaming at all. They politely turned away each time we kissed, even the long kisses.

From atop a tower of the city wall Leon pointed out the buildings of the city, the landmarks of the surrounding plains, all painted golden in sunset.

“And thus, at last you come to Selphia! Would my lady like to see anything more of the town?”

“What about Ventuswill the holy dragon? I’ve never met a dragon before! There are none left in my world.”

“I have misgivings, but let us risk it.”

Leon led me to the castle, into the great vaulted chamber where the sacred dragon dwelt.

“Behold,” he whispered, “the Divine Wind, the incarnate Will of Lord Ventu.”

Slowly the dragon raised her head.

“Leon, you should know better than to think I won’t know what you dream about me.”

“I had my doubts.” He knelt before Ventuswill.

“Rise, rise,” the dragon said. She waved one clawed hand with apparent annoyance – the look on her face belied the gesture. “You gave up your life for me, Leon. If you need to lay pretty boys until the earthmate comes to her senses, by which I mean your bed, I will not rat you out to her.”

I grabbed Leon’s arm when he stood. “Thank you, Ventuswill!” I said as I cuddled against him.

She spoke gently, but sternly, “you ought to curtsy when you speak to me. Do you know how?”

“I do not.”

The dragon sighed.

“Place your primary foot behind your other foot.”

I fumbled on my feet.

“By primary I mean same side as your writing hand. At the same time lower your chin almost to your chest.”

I slid my left foot behind my right and lowered my chin.

“If your skirts were fuller you would pull them out to the sides. Now bend your knees, keeping your body upright.”

I dipped and glanced up waiting for further instruction.

“Lower,” she said.

My skirt was hung up on my knee – I hoped Ventuswill would not notice my bulging panties. Suddenly they were not bulging: a lacy bit of silk intended to nestle against a princess’s delicate petals slipped aside and my cock and balls were hanging out for a dragon’s inspection.

A flicker of humor showed in her gaze. But all she said was, “now rise.”

I did so, hoping Leon would not guess why I was blushing; standing beside me, he could not see my wardrobe malfunction.

“Now you may properly address me.”

“Thank you, o holy Ventuswill. Thank you for your kindness to my friend Leon. And thank you for your patience with my lack of courtly manner. Such courtesies are unheard of where I come from and no disrespect is meant.”

“Be well, little mortal.” The dragon smiled with sad wisdom. “Don’t mind the rough parts.”

Offering no explanation for her words she ruffled her prismatic wings and lay her great head back down. We tip-toed out into the night.

Leon took my hand, held it tight. The evening life of the city was still sparkling with activity but his eyes were dark and smoky as he led me back to his quarters.

“Am I doing well?” I asked after he closed the room door.

“Well? Doing well? You are doing so well I would ravish you instanter if only you gave me your consent.”

I curtsied again, but not quite so low as I had for Ventuswill.

“By acting this role I have given you my consent for whatever you wish, my Lord.”

My voice caught, and I whispered the word 'whatever'. It was far too late to draw boundaries.

I looked up and his fiery gaze was fixed on me.

In a heartbeat Leon had me pushed against the wall, his tongue deep in my mouth. Reaching below my skirt he put his strong hands under my bottom and easily lifted me from the floor. I wrapped my legs around him as he ground the straining hardness in his trousers against me.

“Avani, Avani, Avani,” he moaned between kisses as he buried his face against my neck.

His fervor made me dizzy, I could only say one word.

“Bed.”

—

Twilight lay face down on my bed, panting. She had struck the same pose as I had when Leon had finished with me, the position I had woken in when the dream ended. Like I had been, she was still wearing the green clothes, the the top pulled up to expose breasts, skirt flipped upward and panties pulled aside. And like me she had howled to be filled with molten lust.

Eventually she spoke.

“That was bucking intense, your Selphian dream.”

I had collapsed beside her. I was pressed up against her, one hand casually playing with the stickiness between her thighs. Just as Leon had done in the final moments of dream.

“It was epic in either role. Giving or receiving.”

“I’m glad he was treating you to a good time when I was being a bitch.”

“Shhhh. We don’t use the Bee word to describe a Princess of Equestria. My Princess of Equestria.”

She never needed to know just how devastating her initial rejection had been.

“Did you come—” Twilight rolled so we could face each other. I kissed her before she finished her question. “—when you were the one getting pounded?”

“No, but I didn’t need to. It was fantastic anyway.”

“I sure did.” She grinned; we kissed again.

“What did the dragon mean,” Twilight asked, “rough parts?”

“Not a clue.” Somehow I felt like those great, wise, sad eyes were still on me. “But so long as I have you at my side…”

“Don’t worry—” she sealed the promise with another kiss “—you will.”

—

When Leon woke, the green outfit was gone and a pair of grey pajamas of strange smooth cloth lay neatly folded on the chair, buried under his own discarded clothes.

“This is getting out of control,” he said to the empty room, “I gotta talk to Avani…”

Author's Note

Somewhere, out there on the 'net, there is a stand alone version of this chapter told from a different viewpoint, but I can't link to it on account of the the 'no NSFW links' rule. And I can't post it here on account of there not being any ponies.