Ocellus stretched out on her bed and gazed over at Smolder, who had just returned from the shower. A few drops of water still sparkled on her lovely scales. The dragon stretched her arms and wings and flew to the top bunk. But the dragon didn’t fade from Ocellus’s thoughts. Her mind was getting stuck on Smolder more and more these days.

After being Smolder’s roommate for a few years, Ocellus knew the dragon very well. She was strong, lean, and athletic. She was tough and fiery, yet considerate. And she had a secret that only her best friends suspected. She loved dresses. But she got embarrassed when seen in them.

Ocellus had pretended to be asleep a few times when Smolder had dug through her closet and pulled out her dress. She knew the taste of true love and passion, and that was what she tasted every time Smolder would sneak off for a secret dress and tea party with Rarity. Somehow, their teacher was the only one that she would share her secret with.

All their close friends knew, but the dragon would always deny it. Ocellus wanted to be close enough to Smolder to enjoy dresses with her best and special friend, but it seemed the sort of sensitive issue that would need a careful approach.

Smolder only had one good dress. It was a fancy light blue dress with a few folds in the skirt and some white lace to accent the edges. Rarity had probably given it to her at some point during their first year, and the dress was showing a little wear with age. She had also grown a little taller, so it didn’t fit her quite as well, but Ocellus didn’t mind seeing more of Smolder’s legs.

Whenever Rarity would bring a dress to class or have one off to the side in her classroom, Smolder would gaze longingly and almost greedily at them. She would slow almost to a stop when they went on walks together and neared Rarity's shop. She’d always remark how silly clothes were, especially dresses. Dragons rarely wore anything.

Those facts slowly combined in Ocellus’s mind as she decided what she could do to solve the dress problem. She would get Smolder a new dress.

It seemed a perfect idea. Smolder’s hatch day was coming up soon, so there would already be a perfect excuse to give the gift. And it wouldn’t be out of place to ask to see Smolder in it either. She tried to think of which dress would look best on her special friend. Maybe an elegant gown like the one Smolder already owned. With some gems. Or would that be a bad idea? It might be too tempting to eat them. So maybe something without gems. Or maybe something sleek and classy that would fit tightly to Smolder’s sexy form.

Ocellus blushed as her thoughts strayed.

“Shower’s open,” Smolder said sleepily as she looked down at Ocellus from the edge of her bed.

Ocellus’s wings buzzed as she was startled. She took a deep breath and got up.

“Thanks. I think I’ll go take one.”

Smolder yawned and gave her a thumbs up before nestling into her blankets. “Get the lights on your way out.”

Ocellus grabbed a towel and her little bag of bathroom supplies before flipping the lightswitch. She took her previous thoughts with her to the showers. Luckily, it was late enough that none of the girls were socializing in the bathrooms. Everyone was either brushing their teeth or quickly showering before bed.

Ocellus claimed an open shower. Her mind wandered as she went through her routine of scrubbing down her carapace. As her magic pushed the soapy brush around her body, she imagined Smolder in a tight dress again and sighed. Her hoof slipped from scrubbing her belly to teasing herself. She thought about slowly peeling the dress off Smolder to enjoy what was beneath. Without meaning to, she felt the hoof change suddenly to claws. She felt dirty as she realized she had copied Smolder and was playing with the enticing opening between her legs. She spread the creamy yellow scales until the sensitive pink nub and folds inside them were revealed.

Bad. Dirty. Stupid. She transformed back into herself and turned the shower to cold to douse her burning arousal. Thorax had been very particular about when and how to use transformation magic, and transforming into your best friend to arouse yourself while playing with a copy of their body was not a morally good use of transformation, unless you had their consent.

With the clarity the cold water brought, Ocellus tried to focus on what she should do about all these thoughts as she finished cleaning up. She didn’t realize it until now, but her feelings of closeness with Smolder were definitely far beyond friendship. She had refused to admit her jealousy when Smolder was out late with someone, like Gallus, Spike, Sandbar, or some other interesting or curious pony.

Ocellus hoped Smolder had similar feelings. The dragon was good at hiding some of her emotions. She knew Smolder loved her, but was it as a friend or as something more? The taste of their shared love had changed over time, but it was hard to translate that to specific feelings.

“Maybe I don’t have to get her just one dress,” she said to herself.

Each dress would be an opportunity to push Smolder to admit more of her feelings and break past her tough exterior. Each would be a chance to win her trust and get closer until they…

She blushed again and pushed away those thoughts. If she was going to get that far, she’d need to focus on the first steps, and she didn’t want someone to catch her in the hall with her juices dripping down her legs.

She shut off the shower and hummed to distract herself. She dried off and applied her deodorant powder to her wings. She had a good plan. She put her shower things away and returned to her room. She turned on her desk lamp and took out a notebook. She scribbled down her ideas until she had them organized into neat steps. It would take a lot of effort, but it would be worth it.

Author's Note

Welcome to the story! I hope you enjoy the ride. This intro chapter is a bit on the shorter side. I expect the story to be between 3 and 5 chapters if things go according to my ideas and outline.

I'll do my best to update about weekly.