The Path of the Maid or The Obedient Girl Smolder

Chapters

Chapter 1: Disturbing Dreams
Chapter 2: An Unexpected Gift
Chapter 3: Friendship Party
Chapter 4: Honest Talk
Chapter 4.5: Night Race (18+)
Chapter 5: Smolder Finds Her Way

Chapter 1: Disturbing Dreams

Smolder walked slowly to the door, holding the tray in front of her, and, smoothing the scales on the head, took the handle, entering the spacious, semi-dark hall that reminded her of the library at Friendship School, where, like here, there were bookshelves everywhere and portraits of majestic ponies and griffins on the walls. She turned her head and looked to the far end of the hall, where there was a wide fireplace with armchairs pulled up to it, and, letting out a deep breath, she headed that way, trying not to swing the tray on which she had a vase of candy and freshly brewed tea that she had made for her owner.

"Mistress," the dragon repeated mentally, feeling a rush of joy and pleasure from the word. She loved her mistress very much and wanted to obey her every command. After all, she was her faithful servant and had to do exactly as she wished.

She paused for a moment and looked down at her maid's outfit, which consisted of a small black dress, stockings, and a white apron. She wanted to make sure her skirt wasn't wrinkled, and that the bow around her neck hung straight. Her mistress hated it when Smolder appeared disheveled, and the dragoness had taken great care to make sure she looked her best, never to disappoint her.

Once she was satisfied that her appearance was flawless, Smolder continued walking toward the fireplace and approached one of the chairs and sat down, lifting the hem of her skirt in a welcoming gesture.

"Ma'am," the dragoness said with a smile. "I'll bring your tea."

"At last, Smolder, how long have we been waiting for you?" The mare, sitting in the shade of an armchair, leaned forward and stared at the maid.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I know I'm late. I was making you tea when the fire in the kitchen went out, and I had to fetch some wood to start it up again," the dragoness blushed, feeling guilty that her mistress was unhappy with her.

"I see. You've at least made it just the way I like it, haven't you?"

"Oh, of course, Mistress. I brewed your favorite chamomile tea and cooled it slightly so it wouldn't burn your lips."

"Well done, Smolder, you're a good girl," the mare said in a pleased voice, giving the dragoness the rush of joy she felt every time she was praised.

She set the tray down on the coffee table, picked up the teapot and cup, and began pouring her mistress some tea.

"Hey, hey, hold the cup lower, and put your elbows down a little. And don't tilt the teapot so sharply. You don't want to splash me, do you?" The mare said reproachfully.

"No, Mistress, I would never do that," Smolder said hastily, doing as she was told, not wanting to upset her mistress, but feeling slightly gratified that her mistress had corrected her. The dragoness loved to be told what to do and followed each order to the letter.

She felt the hem of her petticoat begin to rise slowly upward.

Turning her head slightly, she saw a shimmering cloud of telekinesis behind her.

"What's the matter, Smolder? Is there something bothering you? Or don't you want me to look at your panties?" Her landlady asked with a chuckle.

"Don't you? Of course not, Mistress. I belong to you, and you can do what you want with me," the dragoness said, blushing, immediately turning away and continuing to serve tea while her mistress pulled up her skirt and admired her silken lingerie.

Then Smolder felt a hoof slip down her leg, rising swiftly upward.

She closed her eyes and sighed languidly. Oh, how she loved it when her mistress touched her.

"Please, ma'am, your tea is ready," the maid finally said as she finished serving it.

"Well done, Smolder, I'm very pleased with you."

"Thank you, ma'am, it's an honor to serve you. And now, with your permission, I would like to go and prepare your bedroom," the dragoness said, bowing low as she prepared to leave the hall when she felt a gentle wave of telekinesis on her paw.

"Wait, my dear. We can go to the bedroom later, but now I'd like to thank you for your work," the mare said, stressing the word "we".

"I assure you, ma'am, that's quite unnecessary," Smolder said, her paws folded in front of her with worry. "Your gratitude is my highest reward."

"That's true, but I think you deserve better," the mare said, and she magically drew the dragoness to her side. "And that this is a reward you won't refuse."

She threw her arms about Smolder's neck, and Smolder felt the warmth of her breath.

"Oh yes, Mistress, it's a reward I've been waiting for," she whispered dreamily, as she prepared to feel the sweet kiss on her lips.

***

Suddenly a rooster crowed outside the window.

She opened her eyes, blinking incomprehensibly, and looked outside, where it was beginning to dawn slowly.

She looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table beside her and immediately turned it off so it wouldn't wake her roommate, Ocellus, who, unlike her, didn't wake up that early and go to the school stadium to work out in the morning.

Sitting up on the bed, the young dragoness stretched with pleasure.

"Ugh, this dream again, I'm so sick of it," she thought, remembering the absurdity of her dream. She covered her mouth with her paw, yawned softly, and was about to get up and leave the room when she felt something sticky between her legs.

"Oh, no, not again," she whispered, embarrassed, pulling aside the bedspread and looking at her thighs, which were glistening with lube. "I was cumming again."

Cautiously getting out of bed, she looked at her roommate, who was still snoozing peacefully, and covering herself with the blanket, she tiptoed toward the bathroom.

Closing the door behind her, Smolder stared in horror at her reflection.

"Oh, I'm so ashamed. I was out of control again. It's all because of these stupid dreams that haunt me every night," she said angrily, turning on the shower and quickly climbing into it to wash up.

It all started three days ago, the first time she'd had that crazy dream where she was serving as a maid to some unknown pony. She didn't know who she was or what looked like, but in the dream she had always felt an irresistible attraction to her and a desire to obey her every whim. And it was terrible! It was a disgrace for a dragon to want to serve someone, and Smolder couldn't understand how she'd reached such shameful fantasies.

Yes, she liked nice things, like dresses and bows and fancy manners, but to go from dresses to wanting to obey someone like that... no, it was unthinkable!

"Perhaps it's this place," she reasoned aloud, rubbing her scales liberally with soap. "Everyone here is too kind and helpful. I've learned a lot of silly things but that doesn't change that. I am a dragon. A strong and indomitable dragon! And I don't have to obey anyone. Especially not a pony."

She remembered a piece of her dream again to heighten her indignation. How she had worn a maid's outfit, served tea, and how the mistress had... touched her.

Smolder sighed loudly. She remembered the way she'd been touched and tried to kiss her, and her body immediately crumbled and warmed slightly. She froze involuntarily and felt her paw reach for her dilated hole.

"No! Stop it right now!" She reminded herself, desperately fighting the temptation that would not leave her. The warm touch, her eyes, the heat from her lips.

"Mistress," Smolder moaned softly, and her paw was once again dangerously close to her tail.

After a few seconds of resisting, she finally gave in and, as if mesmerized, dipping two fingers into her slit and moving them rapidly, imagining that her mistress was doing the same.

The dragoness masturbated vigorously for the next few minutes, until she felt the lube running down her fingers.

"Oh yes," she whispered with pleasure, flushed as she rose to her knees. A small flame erupted from her mouth and was immediately extinguished by the trickle of water.

"Well done, Smolder, you're a good girl," the mistress' voice echoed somewhere in her brain.

"Thank you, Mistress," the dragoness murmured softly, closing her eyes.

"Hey, Smolder, are you in there? May I come in?" She heard Ocellus' voice from behind the door.

"No!" The dragon exclaimed fearfully, making her friend give a loud whoop. "I mean, wait a minute, I'm almost done here, I'll be right out," she added as she hurriedly turned off the shower and threw a towel over herself.

She wrapped herself tightly in it and went to the door and launched her sleepy roommate into the bathroom.

"That's it, you can go wash up," said Smolder.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry if I scared you," the changeling apologized.

"Scared? Me? Oh, this is absurd." Smolder shot back lightheartedly. "I was so busy scrubbing my scales that I'd forgotten anyone else was here."

"I see," Ocellus nodded. "Are you going to the stadium now?"

"Of course I am. I like to stretch my legs. It relaxes me a little before I have to spend all day in stuffy classrooms listening to boring lectures from teachers," said Smolder.

"I don't know, I find them interesting," the changeling protested.

"Of course you do, you're such a good student. You do all your homework, and you never miss a lecture. I swear, if I hadn't seen you and Principal Twilight in the same place, I'd have thought you two were the same person."

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment," Ocellus said as she walked over to the sink and pulled out her toothbrush.

"Yeah, whatever," Smolder brushed it off as she prepared to leave the room.

"By the way, Professor Rarity asked me to go to her class today and pick up some boxes of tissues to take to her boutique. Would you give me a hand?"

"I don't know. Go to the boutique," Smolder said with a slight blush, deciding to be a little stubborn, even though she really wanted to be there and see the beautiful dresses. "It's so far away. Why don't you ask someone else, like Gallus or Yona?"

"I already did, but Gallus is going to be helping Professor Dash all day today, and Yona said she's having relatives over for dinner. The others have their own things to do, too, so you're the only one I haven't asked for help yet."

Ocellus looked at her friend pleadingly.

"Please, you're the only one who can help me."

"Oh, all right," Smolder agreed with a fake sigh. "I'll help you with the fabrics. But that's all. If I find out I have to do anything else, I'm leaving, okay?"

"Of course, thank you so much." The jolly changeling hugged the dragonfly, which was slightly embarrassing, especially after what had happened to her in the shower.

"All right, that's enough. I don't like this marmoset stuff," Smolder said as she broke free. "I'm just helping you carry the boxes. So you don't have to squeeze me. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to train."

She opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the common hallway.

***

"Here, Professor Rarity, we brought your fabrics, just as you asked," said Ocellus, as she and Smolder arrived at the Carousel Boutique with several large boxes, laden with rolls of fabric.

"Oh, thank you, girls, you've helped me out so much," the white unicorn thanked them, opening one of the boxes and pulling out a delicate green fabric. "Yes, it's just what I need to finish my new spring collection."

"You're welcome, Professor Rarity, we're always happy to help you," said the changeling. "Right, Smolder?"

"Yeah, we're just as happy to help as we are to have emeralds," said the dragon, who had to carry most of the boxes, not sounding very sincere.

"By the way, I'm working on one of my future outfits right now. Would you like to see it?" The pony asked, pulling the cloth back and lifting the box with her telekinesis.

"I'd love to, Professor Rarity," Ocellus agreed eagerly.

"What about you, Smolder?" The unicorn asked the dragoness.

"No, thanks," she brushed him off. "I'm not interested."

"Oh, come on, you love wearing dresses..." Ocellus wanted to say, but a shove from Smolder silenced her.

"Shh," she hissed.

"Yeah, sorry," the changeling said with a pained wince.

Only her friends and a couple of relatives knew that Smolder liked to wear dresses, and she was in no hurry to tell anyone else about it. Especially the teachers.

"Well, you wait here while we go upstairs," Rarity said as she and Ocellus made their way up to the second floor.

"Yeah, take your time," Smolder said, rubbing her paws together. For the first time in a long time she had a chance to walk through the Carousel boutique and admire the beautiful dresses worn on the mannequins. All the more, while no one saw her, she could briefly step out of the image of the bold and tough dragoness and dream a little about how she wears all these amazing outfits and how she is admired by those around her.

"Yes, my dear, I'm glad you could come to my party, too," Smolder said, looking at the beautiful blue dress with ribbons, imagining herself as the hostess at the ball, and strolling in a circle, talking to an unseen companion.

"What? Do you like my outfit? Oh, thank you. I ordered it from a famous fashion designer in Ponyville just for this occasion. And even though I already have so many gowns for celebrations, I never miss an opportunity to get myself something new. Hee-hee, thank you. You sure know how to pay a compliment. By the way, did you hear about..."

Then she stopped talking when she noticed that she was standing next to a mannequin wearing a short maid's dress.

It was incredibly beautiful, with a white apron, long stockings, and a charming black skirt, and the mannequin had a cute cap on top of it.

"No, not that," she whispered, blushing, unable to take her eyes off it.

The dream she had already forgotten about resurfaced in her mind, and she involuntarily stepped closer to admire the outfit, imagining herself strutting around in it with a broom while her mistress told her what to do.

"No, no, dear, stand up straight, you don't want me to be disappointed in you, do you?" A captivating voice echoed in her head.

"No, Mistress," Smolder whispered, straightening her back.

"Well done, good girl."

"Thank you, Mistress," the dragon said, as if she were in a trance, a pleasant warmth in her chest that slowly began to spread over her entire body, and her paws reached down again.

"What? Do you like this outfit?" Suddenly a completely different voice sounded, and Smolder flinched when she saw Rarity standing beside her, Ocellus standing behind her.

"N-no, I'm just, um, just looking," the dragoness said, stammering, caught off guard, and then she tried to change the subject: "Why did you make it? It's a maid's garment, not something you'd wear outdoors."

"That's right, my dear. I made it last week for an important lady at Canterlot who wanted something elegant and attractive for her maids. And if she likes it, she'll buy a dozen more," the unicorn replied. "By the way, if you want, I can make another one especially for you."

"What? Oh no, you don't. We dragons don't like to wear clothes. Especially... like this," said Smolder, blushing. "Oh, look at the time. I've got to run out and do this, you know, my thing."

And when she said that, she dashed out of the boutique and spread her wings and flew away.

"What's the matter with her?" Rarity asked.

"I don't know, Teacher," Ocellus shrugged.

"What on earth is happening to me today?" Thought Smolder. "It's like I'm going crazy! I shouldn't like maid outfits, and I shouldn't want to obey anyone. Ugh! It's all those dreams! I have to get rid of them somehow! Maybe the Ponyville drugstore has something to chase them away. Yes, there is! I'll fly down there and buy myself some medicine for those dreams!"

***

"Good night, Smolder," Ocellus said as Celestia's sun began to lower, putting aside her book and turning off the lamp on her nightstand.

"Good night, Ocellus," answered the dragon, putting a couple of capsules of magic medicine in her mouth and drinking water. The Ponyville drugstore said they would help her control her dreams and see only what she wanted.

"And that means I won't have to go around in my maid's outfit and pour tea for anyone else tonight," she thought with a yawn as she lowered her head onto her pillow and closed her eyes. "I'll finally get a proper dragon's sleep tonight, and I'll wake up more awake in the morning than ever. Yes, I'll be fine."

She lay a while longer, thinking about how she had conquered her strange affliction, and after a few minutes she fell asleep, snoring softly.

***

Like a deadly whirlwind, Smolder flew over the yak's village and set several of the thatched roofs ablaze with her fiery breath. She was no longer as small as before, but had become a fearsome and indomitable dragoness that was larger than a mountain.

Yaks tried to stop her, hurling spears at her, which only bounced helplessly off her impenetrable scales.

"Ha-ha, you miserable fools! No spear can harm me!" She snarled mockingly, turning skyward, heading back toward the village. Of course Smolder didn't want to hurt anyone, not even in her dreams, but after that shameful fantasy, she was so glad she'd seen something new that she resisted and as a dragon-fly began to terrorize small villages as her ancestors had done in the olden days.

"Yes! How happy I am!" She grabbed a cart from the street and threw it into the air, laughing as she prepared to land in the square to fight the defenders of the village who had come out to her on trembling legs.

"I'll have my fun with you. Before you know it, I've got you," she grinned like a predator, but a familiar, enchanting voice echoed nearby:

"Well, well? Smolder, you're behaving very badly, and your mistress doesn't like it. Did you really think those pills would save you?"

"No, not that," the dragon was frightened.

"I didn't raise you to go away. Your place is not here, but at my feet. You are to serve and obey me."

"Yes, Mistress," Smolder said obediently, feeling the familiar surge of submission and humility that made her very happy.

"There you are, good girl. Now get her down and come to me," her mistress commanded, and Smolder saw the familiar mare on a hill nearby.

She landed near the tiny creature, wrapped in a long, expensive cloak, and the dragoness obediently moved toward her, folding her wings behind her.

"Good, now put this on," her mistress ordered, raising a large collar that fit Smolder's neck perfectly.

"B-but..." the dragoness protested, "I don't think I should..."

"You want to defy me?" asked the mare.

"No, Mistress."

"Then put it on. Put aside disobedience and accept your way."

Smolder still looked at the collar incredulously.

"Come on, don't be afraid," said the mare thoughtfully. "It's so pretty, and," she turned it sideways, "it has your name engraved on it. You like it, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," the dragoness nodded, involuntarily thrilled by her own name, which seemed to lure her in and tell her that it was her destiny.

"Then put it on. Please me," the mare said, holding it out to Smolder, and she obediently poked her head into it.

She went from big, scary dragoness to little dragon, dressed as a maid.

"Yes. That's it. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me," her mistress said, putting a leash around her collar. "Now, come along, you must get back to your duties. And if you obey me, I'll thank you."

She put her hoof in her panties.

"Yes, thank you, Mistress," Smolder said with a happy smile on her face as she obediently followed her to the majestic castle on the horizon.

And as they walked, somewhere in the back of her mind a fleeting thought flashed:

"Oh, shit! Here we go again!"

Author's Note

Wow! Smolder seems to have gotten herself into a very tricky situation, and it's not going to be easy for her to get out of it. Wondering who this Mistress is and how far she's willing to go to enslave the dragoness? You'll find out all the answers in the next chapter. :trollestia:

Chapter 2: An Unexpected Gift

The light blue gryphon wandered impatiently through the library, pestering each of his friends in turn as they gathered around the large table to do the homework assigned by Principal Twilight. They had to write a twenty-page essay on the unification of pegasi, unicorns, and earth ponies at the time of the Wendigo's arrival. And since Gallus didn't want to do it himself, he hoped someone would let him copy it down.

"Please, Sandbar, I'm only six pages short!" He said to his classmate with a pitying look. "Let me see your homework."

"I'm sorry, I can't. I have a unique way of writing, and if I help you, Principal Twilight will quickly guess who you cheated off of and give us both an F," the earth pony said, while reading a book and marking important paragraphs with an erasable marker.

"Big deal. What about you, Silverstream?" He turned to the hippogriff, but she was making little animals out of paper and arranging them on a pristine, untouched page with the title of the essay at the top.

"Huh?" She asked, breaking away from her work.

"Never mind," the gryphon snorted unhappily. "Ocellus?"

"I'm sorry, Gallus, but the point of homework is to do it yourself. And if you're going to cheat off of us, you're not going to learn anything," the changeling shook her head negatively, pushing aside her finished essay, which was written in small calligraphy.

"Please, just a couple pages," Gallus pleaded.

"No," Ocellus refused.

"Oh, come on, you greedy bug. Smolder, have you done your..." he decided to turn to the dragoness, but he was surprised when he noticed that she was sitting surrounded by books and reading carefully, which was strange in itself (she, like Gallus, didn't like to study). Besides, all those books had nothing to do with the topic of their homework.

"Wow, you've decided to outdo Ocellus and get yourself an extra assignment?" He whistled.

"What? No. I'm just reading," she replied without turning her head.

"You're just reading?" With an emphasis on the word "reading," he interjected.

"Yeah," Smolder nodded.

"Really? I've known you for months, and you won't even read the label on a chip because it's too long," the gryphon said incredulously, taking a couple of books from her. "What are you reading?"

"Dreams and Their Meanings, A Guide to the World of Dreams, Princess Luna's Big Guide, The Most Common Dream Questions You've Always Wanted to Ask," he read a couple titles.

"Give it back!" Smolder shouted, taking them from him.

"Why do you need all this junk? It's not like we're studying dreams," Gallus asked, a little surprised by her behavior.

"It doesn't matter, I need it for my research," the dragoness muttered.

"What research?" The gryphon persisted.

"Look, don't you have anything else to do? Didn't you want to copy my homework? Here, take it, and do whatever you want with it," she said, giving him her notebook, packing away all of her books into a backpack and leaving the library.

"Whoa, what was that?" He said questioningly, looking at Ocellus.

"I don't know. Why are you asking me?" Replied the changeling.

"Well... you're her roommate."

"So? Smolder and I aren't close enough to share secrets with each other. Apparently, she doesn't sleep well at night, so she's reading up on how to deal with it."

"Okay. Anyway, it's none of my business. It's time for cheating," Gallus shrugged, opening Smolder's notebook with a satisfied look as he peered at her crude scribbles. "Damn it, you can't make anything out! Ugh!"

While he was complaining about the quality of the dragoness's writing, she had already made her way through the school and returned to the room after stopping at the cafeteria and buying some emerald chocolate bars and a bottle of soda. Jumping onto her bed, she began to finish the last paragraph of the Dream World guidebook.

"It's no use, and there's nothing here!" She exclaimed after a couple minutes, tossing it aside. "None of these silly little books tell me how I can get rid of these damnable nightmares that haunt me!"

She leaned back on the pillow and unwrapped one of the chocolate-covered emeralds and began to eat it.

"And there's no one to ask for help," she sighed, chewing the jewel thoughtfully. "If any of my teachers, or worse, any of my classmates, find out that I'm a broomstick-wielding maid, I'll be a laughing stock; I won't be able to show my face at school anymore. But I have to think of something! I have to! I can't ask Princess Luna for help."

She finished the emerald and threw the wrapper on the floor.

"Or could I? Maybe I should go to Principal Twilight and ask her to write a letter to the princess to banish that pesky mistress from my dreams. But how do I do that without revealing exactly what I'm dreaming about?"

She ate another emerald, sending another wrapper to the floor, then opened a bottle of soda and chugged half of it in one go.

As she pondered her situation, Ocellus came back into the room and looked pleased to see her books and notebooks stacked on the nightstand, sadly each being a bit askew, which she immediately straightened. Unlike Smolder she loved order, and always kept her half of the room perfectly clean.

"Maybe I should tell her it's not the landlady at all, but some evil spirit that wants to possess me. Yeah, that sounds awful, but at least it's not as nasty as the story about the unknown mare who wants to get under my tail," the dragoness thought as she finished her soda and sent the bottle off the floor to join the wrappers.

"Oh, Smolder, you're littering again," the changeling grumbled squeamishly.

"Yeah, well, what's it to you? It's just a couple wrappers," the dragoness grinned.

"A couple?" Ocellus snorted, looking at the large accumulation of all sorts of trash, from chip wrappers and empty bottles to a half-eaten muffin lying under the bed with ants crawling all over it.

"Well, maybe more, but it doesn't matter. That's what all dragons do – we leave signs of being in a cave so that travelers passing by know we're there and keep their distance or become lunch."

"Perhaps, but we are not in a cave right now, but in a cozy and until recently a clean room. And since you're the one who put all this garbage here, why don't you clean it up?" Asked the changeling.

"Yeah, you wish," the dragoness rolled her eyes ironically.

"Come on, Smolder, don't be stubborn. This is your room, too, so do me a favor and clean it up."

Smolder opened her mouth to refuse her again, but then a pleasant warm wave ran through her and her mind went blank.

"Ah, what did you say?" With a shake of her head, she asked again.

"I said, clean up the garbage you've been throwing around," Ocellus repeated.

"All right, I will," Smolder said suddenly, getting up from the bed and picking up the papers and bottles that she had scattered around the floor, which she then put in the trash can. Then she walked around her side of the room and picked up the rest of the food.

"See? That wasn't so hard. And since you've decided to clean up for once, why don't you mop the floor?"

"Of course," the dragoness said softly, a rush of unprecedented pleasure spreading through her body. She quickly made her way to the bathroom and pulled out a mop and a plastic bucket from her locker, which she immediately filled with water and returned back to the room where she began cleaning the floors. Surprisingly, she was enjoying it wildly. Every movement of the mop brought her more joy than any of her favorite activities. It was like she was in Paradise.

"Great dragon progenitor, why is this so amazing?" She pondered confusedly, wielding the mop faster and more vigorously to get even more pleasure out of it.

Once her part of the room was cleaned, she turned and looked over to where Ocellus was sitting. After trying to fight the urge, she headed over to her half and began mopping the floors there, experiencing even more pleasure from it because she was doing it on her own initiative, as a diligent... maid should.

"Wow, you don't look like yourself today, Smolder," said Ocellus, who had been lying on the bed the whole time. "If you say you want to clean the dust now, I'll think one of my changeling friends replaced you to play a prank on me. But I don't think you're gonna..."

"Sure, I'll be happy to clean the dust," the smiling dragoness said, eager to prolong the pleasure she was experiencing, and promptly went to the bathroom for disposable wipes, then began wiping all the nightstands and tables in their room, blissfully enjoying the magical euphoria that wafted through her body and fogged her mind like cotton candy.

"Wow, you're really something!" The changeling whistled when she was done. "Our room has never looked so shiny. You're doing great, Smolder.

"Thank you, Mistress," the dragoness whispered with a happy smile.

"What?" Ocellus interjected.

"I'm saying, thank you, smartass, for sitting on the bed instead of helping me," Smolder interjected hastily. "If you hadn't been so lazy, I would have finished cleaning up a lot sooner."

"I'm sorry, but you were working so hard that I was afraid to interfere. Still, it was great. Thank you for cleaning," her roommate thanked her.

"It wasn't that hard for me," Smolder said with a blush on her cheeks, enjoying her praise even more than the cleaning.

"Oh no! I've succumbed to that feeling again! To Principal Twilight right now!" A disturbing thought suddenly crossed her mind, and without a word she flew out of the room.

"That's odd," Ocellus said, glancing after her.

***

"Damn it, why am I so unlucky?!" Smolder grumbled to herself as she walked back to her room in the late afternoon.

Her attempt to ask Twilight for help had been a complete failure. When she went to the principal's office and in careful half-sentences began asking her to write a letter to Princess Luna to solve her problem, Twilight's cutie mark suddenly flickered and, apologizing to Smolder, asked her to come back later until another friendship problem was solved.

"That damn map in the castle has thrown all my plans into disarray, and now there's no telling how long it will be before Twilight gets back in! And I need help, and as soon as possible!"

She slammed her fist on the door, swinging it wide open.

"I swear, if I become even more obedient because of this map, I will sneak into Crystal Castle tomorrow night and smash the table it appears on!"

She entered the room. It was dark inside. So Ocellus had gone somewhere. Looking around, the dragoness wanted to head towards her bed, but immediately froze fearfully.

Near the window, against the darkening sky was a vertical rack, on which hung... a maid's dress! And not just any dress. It was sewn in such a way that it could be worn by a dragoness her size.

"Oh, no, this can't be. I'm dreaming," Smolder whispered, stepping back a couple steps and pinching her cheek.

She wrinkled her cheek in pain, but she was sure it wasn't a dream, and there was indeed a rack of dresses right in front of her. But who had sent it? And how did he know she liked it? Was this Mistress more than just a figment of her imagination? What if she was real?

Smolder stepped closer and examined the dress, hoping to see some kind of letter or note. But no, nothing like that was there. And the dress was so beautiful and... alluring.

"Come on, you know what you have to do. Put it on," said a familiar voice in her head.

"No," Smolder replied uncertainly.

"Come on, you want it. Put it on and accept your destiny. I need you. You must serve and obey me. Only then will you be truly happy," the voice insisted.

"No! I don't have to serve anyone! I am a dragon and I must be a free and indomitable predator, not a maid!" Smolder objected.

"Nonsense, you're not like that. You're meant to be sweet and gentle. And you should always be happy, and for that you need to serve me. Remember how good you felt this afternoon, mopping the floor, dusting, being praised. Isn't that better than wandering mindlessly in the mountains or sleeping in caves?"

"Better," Smolder admitted.

"Don't you want to experience it again?"

"I want to, but..." the dragoness said, feeling her will weaken and slowly give in to the urge to obey.

"Then put it on. I promise you'll love it," the voice said, and Smolder, not believing she was doing it herself, obediently reached out a paw to the dress and took it off the hanger, laying it out on her bed.

Underneath the dress, a few white stockings, an apron and bonnet, and some cute silk panties that hung on a lower rung.

It was with these that Smolder began. Taking the panties in her paws, she stared at the garments, blushing and lewd thoughts filling her mind. Smolder brought the panties to her face and breathed heavily into the fabric smelling the scent of roses before leaning down and slipping her legs into them and pulling them on. Immediately it was as if a bright fireworks show of delightful pleasure erupted in her brain. She experienced such a strong and inexpressible feeling of joy and pleasure that her legs trembled and a fire blazed in her chest, ready to break free at any second. When she put them on completely and slipped her tail through the special hole, the fireworks repeated themselves, making her fall to her knees. The dragoness couldn't keep herself from experiencing yet another orgasm.

"Oh yes," she whispered with a silly smile.

"See how great that was?" Said a voice in her head.

"Yes, Mistress, you were right. I've never felt so good before," the dragoness giggled.

"Then go ahead and put the rest of it on. It will get even better from here," Mistress ordered her and Smolder obeyed her willingly.

Following the panties, she put on the stockings, then the small black boots that stood under the rack, and finally the dress, which she girded with a white apron. As her mistress had promised, each of the items she wore gave her as much pleasure as the panties. The last thing Smolder took was the bonnet, which she proudly placed on her head, thus finishing dressing.

"Well done, Smolder, you did well."

"Thank you, Mistress; I'm glad I did it. I've never felt so good before. And those panties feel like they're caressing my slit."

"Hee-hee, I see. Just be careful not to cum, you don't want to get them dirty. Now go to the mirror and look at yourself."

"Yes, Mistress," the dragon chirped happily and, folding her paws in front of her, took slow steps towards the bathroom mirror. As soon as she saw herself, her cheeks immediately flushed and her heart raced. She was gorgeous! A true scaly angel who was made to serve and obey.

"There you go. See? You were just born to be a servant. And this uniform fits you perfectly."

"Yes, Mistress," Smolder smiled embarrassedly, admiring her reflection, which she liked very much. She was glad she looked like this. And the longer she looked at herself, the more the fire of all-consuming passion raged within her.

She turned and lifted her skirt and looked at the silk panties that clung to her round ass.

"Oh, Mommy, I look so good," the dragon giggled out of breath, wiggling her tail slightly and desperately wanting to put her paw inside them.

"But can I do it? I have to obey, and the Mistress has forbidden me to satisfy myself," Smolder said, barely able to resist the urge. "What should I do?"

"What you must, sweet Smolder. You've been so obedient today, you deserve a little reward. Go ahead and enjoy yourself."

"Seriously, Mistress? Do you allow me?"

"Of course. And remember that for every obedience you do, I will always reward you. Now go ahead and play with your fingers!"

"Yes! Thank you, Mistress, thank you!" Smolder exclaimed happily and quickly dipped her paw into her panties.

Her fingers began to rub her clit as various arousing images flashed through her mind, the main one being herself sitting on the floor in front of her mistress. And that image was making her truly happy. She was ecstatic. She wanted that vision to ever be true. Wanted to find her mistress and fall to her knees before her, waiting for orders.

"Oh, Mistress, how I long for you to be near me," she whispered, feeling her pleasure was almost at its peak and she was about to cum.

"Don't worry darling, I'll come to you soon and we'll be together. Just be patient for a little while. Now be a good girl and show me how much you love me. Cum like you've never cum before," the voice in her head said, and Smolder obeyed with a scream.

Her sticky lubricant immediately dripped onto the floor, and the dragoness rocked onto her ass.

Breathing heavily, she replayed the last words of her mistress in her head, which warmed her soul.

"She'll come to me, I'll see her soon," Smolder whispered, stretching out on the floor with a happy smile and closing her eyes dreamily.

Author's Note

Well, now Smolder have a maid's dress that her Mistress had given her and apparently she liked it. Will the dragoness go further and accept her new role for good, or will she decide to find the Mistress and deal with her? You'll find out in the next chapter. :twilightsmile:

Chapter 3: Friendship Party

"Okay, I got my textbook, pencils too. Wait a minute, where's my Kindness book?" Said Ocellus, who had woken up earlier than her roommate this morning and was now walking around the room, packing her briefcase. "Ah, there it is! All right, I'm ready."

Finished with that, she walked over to Smolder's bed, who was still under the covers.

"Hey, sleepyhead, wake up! It's time to get some breakfast!"

"I don't want to," the dragon said sleepily.

"Wake up, they'll be making your favorite waffles today, and after that we have to go to kindness class," the changeling added, shaking her insistently by the shoulder.

"Yeah, I'll be right there. Give me five more minutes," Smolder muttered.

"Come on, stop being lazy. If you're late for class again, Professor Fluttershy will make you clean up after the animals again."

"Don't worry, I won't be late, her class is only two floors down," Smolder said, wrapping herself in the blanket. "You go ahead and I'll catch up with you."

"Okay, well, I'll see you in the cafeteria," Ocellus said, and after checking her briefcase again, she left the room.

"Oh, finally she's gone," Smolder said, throwing off the blanket and straightening the wrinkled maid's dress she'd been sleeping in all night. "It's a good thing that know-it-all didn't notice my outfit."

It was the second time Smolder had avoided an embarrassing situation. The first had happened to her last night, when she'd been masturbating and Ocellus had suddenly returned to the room. The dragoness had to duck under the covers and pretend to be asleep.

Though Ocellus was surprised that her roommate had gone to bed so early, she didn't seem to suspect anything, and Smolder managed to keep her secret. At night, when she fell asleep, her mistress came to her again, but this time Smolder was not afraid of her and immediately began to serve her, wanting to experience the former pleasant sensations. At the end of the dream she took the dragoness to her bed and made love to her. Smolder had been ecstatic at the time, but now that the bliss had worn off, she tensed again and nervously considered what she should do next. Since the Mistress had said she was coming soon, she must be real. But who was she? When Smolder slept, she could see that her mistress had a face, but when she woke up, she couldn't remember it.

"I think she has something to do with our school, since she was able to come here and leave that dress. Plus, she knows me well and knows what I like. But then it could be one of the students, or it could be... a teacher!"

That thought made Smolder sit up sharply.

"Right! It's Rarity! She knew I liked that dress, and she offered to give it to me," she reasoned, getting out of bed and pacing the room. "But then she's the one sending me all these dreams to seduce me. Ugh, what a pervert! I can't believe that pony wants to get under my tail! That's disgusting! I also saw Spike serving her. Maybe she cast a spell on him, too. Of course, now it all fits! Looks like Rarity has a thing for underage dragons."

Smolder immediately wanted to run out of the room and run to Principal Twilight to tell her, but changed her mind.

"First, she probably hadn't gotten back from the friendship mission yet, and second, Rarity was her friend. And before I go complaining, I need to prepare well and gather evidence or no one will believe me."

She quickly took off her dress and laid it out neatly on the bed.

"I'll leave it here as evidence, and in the meantime I'll keep an eye on Rarity," she said as she put it on the rack, then pulled off her panties (slightly stained from last night) and stockings and put them, along with her dress and shoes, in the closet. "Yes, I'll be watching her. I'm sure that sooner or later her lust will take over. And then I will expose her!"

***

"...and after I helped this window cleaner from Canterlot, he and I became best friends, despite his manners and unkempt appearance. You see, children, how important it is sometimes to be generous with a pony we don't even know? After all, be it ponies, or changelings, yaks, or dragons we all need friendship and care," Rarity stood at the blackboard and told her class about the importance of being generous with strangers. "Also, to make new friends sometimes we need to take the first steps ourselves and show consideration to those who need us. Say, by pleasing them with a gift of some sort."

"Yeah, well, you're good at that," Smolder thought with a frown as he watched her. She was more attentive to her teacher today than ever before, catching her every word, movement, and gesture, but not because she was so interested in the lecture on generosity. It was just that she was counting on the fact that the unicorn might forget herself at any moment and cast a lustful glance at her. Or touch her foot as she passed by, or wink at her at least once. But the wily Rarity held her ground for now, and in no way gave away her interest in the young dragoness.

"It's okay, no matter how carefully you hide it, I know what you're up to, and I will expose it, even if I have to search your office," Smolder said mentally, occasionally glancing at the door near the board behind which Rarity's private office was located.

Finally, ten minutes later, the bell rang, and the students gathered their belongings and began to leave the classroom one by one.

"Don't forget, we have a test in three days," Rarity reminded them. "So read chapters four through five in your textbook and study hard."

"Yes, teacher," the students said in unison.

After waiting for the last of them to leave the classroom, the unicorn left the classroom as well and shut the door, turning off the lights behind her.

As soon as she left, Smolder, who had been hiding behind a mannequin on which one of Rarity's bouffant dresses was hanging, immediately climbed out and, making sure she was alone, went to the door to her office.

"Well now, it's time to look for clues. I'm sure it won't take long," the dragoness said optimistically, tiptoeing inside. Rarity's office was different from the other teachers', and looked more like a typical ladies' room, with a dressing table, tall mirrors, a sofa, a closet, and a large decorative table, obviously custom-made.

The first thing Smolder did was check the dressing table, but found nothing there but mountains of makeup, nightstands full of underwear, and a whole bunch of cans of white fur dye.

"Wondering why she needs them. Isn't she really white?" The dragon hummed, stepping away from the table and heading for the closet against the wall. There were all sorts of pony clothes and dresses hanging there, which mildly interested Smolder and even made her linger for a bit.

"Okay, don't get distracted, you're on a mission," she said to herself after looking at the lacy outfits for a bit and shaking her head before continuing to look around the cabinet.

Ignoring the sofa and the coffee table beside it, she headed straight for the desk. It was littered with all sorts of dress designs and a stack of homework notebooks that had nothing to do with what Smolder was looking for.

After rummaging through them a bit, she started opening the side lockers. The first two were unremarkable office supplies and spare paper, but in the third she found a couple of interesting adult magazines and an oblong device that looked a lot like a vibrator.

"Well, well, that's interesting," she said, taking the vibrator in her paw, but immediately regretted it. "Ugh, gross! I wish you'd wipe it off!" She added, noticing a couple of stains on it and putting it aside squeamishly. Then she began to look through the magazines.

"Let's see who she's interested in," Smolder whispered, flipping through the first magazine.

Unfortunately, it was all stallions, standing, lying or posing in a variety of sexual positions, showing off their impressive dicks (and there was an insert in the middle where one of them could be seen life-size).

"Okay, that's not it," she said, tossing it aside and pulling out a second magazine.

But there were stallions in there, too. As well as in all the others, too. And there wasn't a single dragon picture in any of them.

"Damn it. There was nothing here to prove she liked dragons, or at least young mares. But there had to be something."

She studied the magazines for a few more minutes, trying to get to the bottom of it (and not because she liked them at all), but then a suspicious sound like footsteps reached her ears, and Smolder realized that someone had entered the classroom.

"Oh no, Rarity's back!" She thought fearfully, quickly putting the magazines and vibrator back and diving into the dress closet.

The footsteps in the classroom grew louder. They approached the door to the classroom, and the dragoness heard the creak of a knob being turned.

"I hope she didn't come in here to change," Smolder thought frantically, peering through the crack and hoping Rarity wouldn't go to the closet. But as soon as the door opened, it wasn't her at all, but a familiar purple dragon that entered the cabinet.

"Spike! What's he doing here?" She mentally wondered, watching as the dragon slowly entered the office and looked around and began to sneak over to the dressing table.

"Hmm, looks like he came here sneaking around too, but what is he looking for? Maybe he has some suspicions about this pony too?"

But Spike, unlike her, didn't search the table, but deliberately reached into one of the nightstands, from where he pulled out... the unicorn's lacy panties, which he immediately sniffed furtively.

"Ah, so that's what he wants! Eh, Spike-Spike, you horny weasel," she mentally chuckled.

Meanwhile, Spike rummaged through Rarity's underwear some more and then headed for the closet.

"Oh no, not in here! Go away! Shoo!" Startled Smolder, sincerely hoping that he would change his mind after all and not go any further. But the dragon wouldn't stop and took hold of the handles and swung the closet doors wide open.

"Smolder!" He gasped when he saw the dragoness.

"Spike!" She said in response.

"You... you... you... what are you doing here?" He said suspiciously, managing his surprise. "This is Rarity's office and... her closet."

"Yes, but I have important business here."

"Yeah, important business," he said incredulously.

"What are you doing here? Hunting for my teacher's underwear?" The dragoness asked, glaring defiantly at the strawberry-colored panties Spike held in his paw.

"No, of course not! I just... um... Rarity herself asked me to go and get them to... well..." he said uncertainly, blushing visibly tripping over his own words.

"And that's why you sniffed them? You little pervert," Smolder grinned.

"Please don't tell her about this!" The frightened dragon begged.

"Relax, I won't. Unless, of course, you tell her you saw me, too," she promised.

"It's a deal! Let's pretend we didn't see each other," Spike agreed, putting the panties back and attempting to leave the office, but Smolder held him back.

"Wait, before you go, I want to ask you something."

"Okay, what is it?" He nodded.

"You're well acquainted with this Rarity, right?"

"Well, yeah, for a few years now. Why?"

"I'm just curious, when you first met her, did you start having any weird dreams after that?"

"Weird dreams?"

"Yeah, like the kind where you started serving her and doing whatever she wanted," Smolder clarified.

"Ah! How did you know about that?!" He exclaimed in embarrassment.

"Then I was right!" The dragoness thought triumphantly.

"So, when you met her, you started having lewd and lascivious dreams about that pony, right?" She clarified aloud.

"Well, not so lascivious. I'd say they were pretty sweet and harmless," Spike muttered, sweating slightly.

"Yeah, he gave up easily," Smolder rolled her eyes.

"Okay, and after that she never showed any interest in you in real life? Say, when you were alone with her?"

"Interest? What kind of interest?" The young dragon swallowed nervously.

"Do I have to spell it out for you? For instance, she never tried to corner you somewhere to feel you below the tail, or kissed you where you shouldn't have, or..." Smolder couldn't stand it, but then she noticed how much Spike was blushing.

"N-no, nothing like that. Eh, I wish she'd do something to me," he whispered, finally swallowing his saliva. "But Rarity isn't like that, and she's never paid attention to me. She's always been attracted to ridiculous and charmless stallions like Prince Blueblood or that traveler in the tattered jacket Trenderhoof. She's always treated me as a friend and nothing more."

"I see. So she's not interested in dragons?" Smolder said disappointedly.

"If you mean sexually, no. She likes stallions and only stallions."

"Okay, well, thank you. So it wasn't her, then. The list of suspects just got a little shorter," the dragoness said, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

"Suspect list?" Spike interjected.

"Never mind, it's none of your business. Let's get out of here before Rarity catches us," Smolder said, and they both left her office quickly and then went out into the common hallway.

"So it wasn't Rarity," the dragoness sighed mentally as she said goodbye to Spike. "But who else would want to get under my tail? Who in this school is horny enough and has enough magic to try to seduce me?"

***

"Are you sure you don't want to go?" Ocellus asked, going to hang out with her friends in the cafeteria, where one of the teachers (Pinkie Pie, to be exact) had decided to throw them a little costume party with games and treats.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I have some homework to do first, and then maybe I'll join you," Smolder replied, lying on her bed with a notebook and pencil.

"Okay, well, good luck with that," the changeling said, pulling out a pre-made pirate costume with a plastic saber and a big triangular hat from her locker.

"Why do you need it? You can turn into anyone you want," the dragoness said as she watched her change.

"But then it wouldn't be fair. Professor Pie said that at the end she would hold a contest for the best outfit, and I decided to take part in it and change into a costume like everyone else," replied Ocellus, putting a toy parrot on her shoulder. "Well? How do I look?"

"Pretty good. But you're not exactly a hardcore pirate. That would be more Gallus' style."

"So what? It makes me look pretty cute. Well, I'm off. I hope to see you at the party," the changeling said after admiring herself in the mirror and then left the room.

"Yeah, maybe I'll come to it," Smolder waved at her and, after waiting for her hoofsteps to die down, adding: "Why would I go anywhere, though? I'm having a party of my own."

After a little more time to make sure Ocellus wasn't coming back, the dragoness walked to her closed and pulled out her maid's dress like a sweet tooth that had stashed away candy.

"Oh, I've waited so long for this," she whispered, nuzzling her cheek against it with pleasure.

After finding out this morning that Rarity was not a Mistress, Smolder continued to go to class and do her homework, but somewhere in the middle of the day, the familiar urge to obey came back. And as soon as one of her teachers asked her to do something, she would immediately start flowing and barely restrain herself. And during her second lesson with Professor Fluttershy, she had to go to the bathroom and lock herself in one of the stalls, where she masturbated furiously because the pegasus had asked her several times to put her paw in a woodpecker's hollow tree.

And just like that, the dragon had to fight her lustful urges all day long. But now that she was alone, there was nothing to stop her from letting them out and stop being tormented. To do so, she decided to change back into her maid's dress.

Laying it out on the bed, she started with her underwear.

"Oh, I'm so dirty," she giggled as she looked at her stained panties. "But it's okay, I'll wash them..." she pressed her nose to them and sniffed them a couple times with pleasure, "...after I get it dirty again."

And, putting them and the stockings on her legs, she climbed into the dress she loved and girded it with her apron.

"Ta-da, the obedient girl Smolder is back and ready to serve again!" She put the bonnet on her head, and after a little spin in front of the bathroom mirror, she returned to her room.

Falling on the bed, she habitually slipped her paw into her panties and began to rub her clit, dreamily thinking about Mistress.

"Oh, this feels so good! I love her so much! And when she comes to me, I will immediately fall at her hoof and kiss them until she praises me," the dragon said, sinking her fingers deeper and deeper into her slit, but then the door to their room creaked open and Ocellus entered.

"No! I forgot to lock the door!" Smolder thought belatedly, wondering if she had time to hide under the covers, but it was too late. The changeling stepped inside and looked in her direction.

"By the way, I wanted to ask you: have you seen my... my... my... oh-oh," she froze in surprise when she saw her roommate in a maid's dress, who was also lying on the bed with her paw in her panties. "Smolder, what are you doing?"

"Uh, I... I..." the dragoness blushed and mumbled, quickly removing her paw and adjusting her dress. She didn't know what to say, because whatever excuse she could come up with now, Ocellus wouldn't believe her.

"Were you masturbating?" Ocellus squinted at her.

"N-no," Smolder replied, realizing that wasn't going to work.

"You can't fool me, Smolder, the smell of lust is everywhere in this room," Ocellus grinned. "Don't forget, I'm a changeling, and I know about these things."

"Okay, you got me. Yeah, I thought I'd have a little fun while you were gone," the dragon gave in, deciding that half the truth was much better than the whole truth.

"And you did this in a maid's dress?" Ocellus asked, looking at her outfit.

"Well, yeah, I...I like feeling like a maid," Smolder said, turning away.

There was an awkward pause in the room.

"Well, I can see why you decided to clean our room. You just wanted to be in that role?"

"Yeah, something like that. Please don't tell anyone I'm into it," the dragon said, almost crying.

Ocellus walked over to her and sat on the bed.

"Don't be afraid. I won't give you away. It'll be our little secret," she said with a wink.

"Really? Oh, thank the dragon ancestor, and I thought I was dead. Thank you so much," Smolder said gratefully, hugging her.

"You're welcome. We're friends, and we're supposed to help each other," the changeling said, patting her on the back.

They were silent again for a moment, thinking about what had happened.

"Still, I think you shouldn't be ashamed of it," Ocellus said at last.

"What do you mean, I shouldn't be ashamed? Are you crazy? If the others find out that I like to serve and walk around like this, they'll..."

"What? Throw you out of school? Put you in jail? Tar and feather you? Smolder, this is Equestria, and it's no surprise. All ponies have their fetishes. Besides, we're at Friendship School, where many of us already know that you like to wear dresses and act like a lady, but we don't judge you for it, do we?"

"Right," the dragon lowered her eyes, embarrassed.

"So we won't judge you for that either. After all, we're all friends here, and we should respect each other's feelings and preferences."

"I guess. Maybe you're right."

"Yeah, I'm right. And I'm pretty sure none of us would treat you worse if we saw you dressing like a maid. And I even know how to prove it to you."

"Really? How?" The dragoness inquired.

"Since we're having a costume party tonight, why don't you go to it dressed like that?"

"What?! Just like that?!" Exclaimed Smolder, whose scales had turned so red that they were almost the same color as Garble's.

"Yeah, it's the only way you can make sure we don't stop loving you, even if you're wearing a maid's dress."

"Well, I don't know."

"Come on, Smolder, you have to try. Show everyone that you're not afraid to be yourself. So go ahead. Spread your pretty little dress and come with me!"

Smolder was about to object, but then the familiar wave of submission came over her again.

"No, not now," a fleeting protest echoed in her brain, but it gave way to a desire to obey, and she nodded in agreement:

"Of course, Ocellus, I'll do it," she said with a silly smile.

"That's good, I'm proud of you," Ocellus said, wrapping her paw around her front hoof. "Don't worry, I'll be by your side all the time and I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Yes, thank you, Ocellus," Smolder said as if mesmerized, following her obediently into the common hallway.

They left the room and headed for the school cafeteria, where, judging by the music playing, a party was in full swing. All their friends and classmates were there, mostly dressed in costumes and having fun, playing all sorts of games, dancing to the music of DJ Pon-3, who had been invited to the party, and eating delicious snacks at the tables.

And so Ocellus entered the semi-darkened hall, dragging a slightly sleepy Smolder behind her, who, however, quickly came to her senses when she saw several of her acquaintances turn towards them and look at her with interest.

"Oh no, and just how did I agree to this? Now everyone will see that I'm dressed like a maid! How embarrassing for me!" Blushing, the dragon thought, ready to immediately trade all her belongings for the chance to fall underground and hide from those prying eyes.

But her friend was of a different opinion, and the onlookers didn't stare at them for too long, and after gawking at the new arrivals for a while longer, they went back to their business.

"See? I told you everything would be fine," Ocellus said in her ear. "Now come along, my sweet maid, I want some punch."

And with a gentle tug on Smolder's shoulder, she led her away to the snack table.

"No, wait, that's where Gallus and Sandbar are standing!" Smolder pleaded desperately, struggling not only with her friend, but also with the renewed desire to do her bidding.

"So what? They're in costumes too, and as you can see, they're not shy about anything," the changeling giggled in response, dragging her with determination.

"Hi boys, how are you doing?" Ocellus was the first to say hello, walking over to a large bowl of punch, where Gallus and Sandbar were standing and talking animatedly. Sandbar was wearing the usual Discord costume (wondering why he had chosen it), but Gallus looked quite exotic, and his outfit strongly resembled that of an oriental dancer that some mares in Saddle Arabia liked to wear, including a veil and gold jewelry (actually made of plastic). And that's not to mention the rather feminine makeup that covered the griffon's face and beak. Under other circumstances, Smolder would have made a few snide remarks about his appearance, but now she was dressed rather oddly herself, so she didn't want to draw attention to her.

"Hey, Ocellus, what's up, girl? Nice pirate outfit," Gallus greeted her.

"Well, thank you, your costume is very nice too," the changeling winked at him.

"Of course it is! I told you it looks good on you," Sandbar encouraged her.

"Heh, thanks," the griffon smiled, rubbing his neck.

"Well, it looks like I'm not the only one worried about clothes today," Smolder thought, but then her friends looked at her.

The dragoness swallowed nervously, noticing their confusion.

"Hey, Smolder, nice dress," the stallion finally said, tilting his head to the side.

"Yes, t-thank you," she said, stammering.

"I'd say it's quite unusual," added Gallus, who was also paying attention to it. "I thought at first you'd show up in some princess outfit or something, but a maid? That's pretty weird, especially for you."

Smolder blushed embarrassedly. A feeling of fear washed over her, making her want to run away, but Ocellus stood up for her.

"So is your costume, Gallus," she said wryly. "If I'm not mistaken, that's what mares wear, isn't it?"

"Well, yes, sort of," the griffon said confused. "But Professor Pie said that the crazier the outfit, the better the chances of winning."

"Really? That's why you're dressed like that?" Ocellus asked, not the least bit embarrassed.

"Yes, that's why," the griffon nodded.

"Did you take Sandbar by the hoof, too?"

"Well, not exactly," he said, quickly removing his paw. "What are you clinging to, anyway? This is the School of Friendship, and they teach you to accept others regardless of their preferences."

"That's what I'm saying. And if you like dressing like a mare, why can't Smolder be a maid?" Asked the changeling.

"I didn't say she couldn't. I just said it was weird, that's all. But I don't blame her one bit for it," Gallus put in hastily. "Anyway, I like the way you look, Smolder. That bonnet really suits you."

"Aha, thank you, sweet eastern princess," the dragoness said with a smile, looking gratefully at Ocellus.

"Look at that!" Someone called out at that moment.

Everyone looked towards the entrance and saw Silverstream, who appeared in a very large and well-made hydra costume, whose head she controlled with several long sticks.

"Wow! Come on; let's go take a closer look. Are you girls with us?" Sandbar asked.

"No, thanks, we'd rather stand here," said Smolder.

"All right, I'll see you then," the stud said, and taking Gallus under his leg, walked with him toward the hippogriff, who was attracting everyone's attention.

"There, and you were afraid," Ocellus said as they left, pouring punch into several glasses with a satisfied look. "I told you I wouldn't let you get hurt."

"Yeah, thanks for having my back," Smolder thanked her. "Without you, I'd be out of here for sure."

"Oh, it wasn't hard. I'm glad I could help," the changeling said with a friendly shove of her shoulder, handing her one glass.

"I propose a toast to the successful elimination of fears," she added, raising the punch.

"Yes, and to Gallus not pouring so much perfume on himself next time," the dragoness grinned, waving a paw in front of her nose. "Seriously, he probably figured the more of it he poured on himself; the more feminine he'll smell."

Both girls laughed merrily and clinked their glasses together before drinking the punch.

While they were talking, DJ Pon-3 had already finished playing one song and put on another. This time it wasn't as fast as the previous ones, and they were supposed to dance to it, which caused students to gather on the dance floor.

"By the way, would you like to dance with me?" Ocellus suddenly suggested it.

"Dance? With you?" Smolder blushed embarrassed.

"I mean, as a friend. Of course, I don't insist, and if you refuse, then..." the changeling hastily interjected.

"No, I'd love to keep you company," the dragoness said with a smile, this time motivated not by orders but by her own desire, and followed her to the center of the hall, where they danced merrily, surrounded by their classmates. At first Smolder was very tentative, and her movements were very jerky and clumsy, but then, seeing how calm Ocellus was, she began to speed up, and after a couple of minutes she was dancing wildly, showing everyone how well she could move her body and tail.

"Wow," Ocellus said as she approached her. "I didn't know you were such a good dancer."

"Hah, that's nothing! If you think it's cool, what would you say if you saw me in the air!"

"I don't know. I've never danced in the air with you before. But you can always change that," Ocellus smiled slyly, spreading her silken wings and holding out a hoof to her friend.

Smolder took it eagerly, and together they flew upwards, where they began to twirl and float quickly above the floor, performing unusual and incredibly beautiful movements to the friendly shouts and stomping of the other students, who enjoyed their aerial dance.

Finally the music ended and they floated down smoothly.

"Yes! We showed them! Let everyone know whose number one is around here!" Said the dragoness cheerfully, feeling happier than ever.

She hugged her friend tightly.

"And it's all thanks to you, Ocellus," she said.

"Hee-hee, thank you," the changeling giggled.

"And the winners of our dance contest are: Pirate Ocellus and Maid Smolder!" Pinkie Pie loudly proclaimed, walking cheerfully toward them and placing the chocolate medals around their necks.

"Wow, so this was a contest too?" The dragoness said, a little embarrassed at being called a maid, but then quickly pulled herself together and smilingly thanked her teacher for the award.

"And now everyone, come to the water vat to take part in the apple fishing contest! And then I'll announce the winners in the category for the most original costumes!" Pinkie Pie said in a satisfied voice and together with a handful of students went to the vat.

"What do you say, Smolder? Do you want to join them?" Ocellus asked.

"No, thanks, I think I'll just sit for a while," the dragon replied. "Those dances were a little too fast."

"Yes, I agree, I'm tired too. If you don't mind, I'll keep you company," the changeling said, and they both took some cakes from the big table and sat down nearby.

"How's it going? You don't regret coming here?" Ocellus asked after a couple of minutes, when they had moved away from the competition a bit and were now watching their classmates having fun.

"No, it was great. Thanks for talking me into coming with you," Smolder said. "Although, to tell you the truth, I didn't really have much of a choice. But then again, maybe it's for the best. If I hadn't come here, I'd still be afraid of being a maid," she added mentally.

They spent some more time together sitting at a small table against the wall. Soon Pinkie Pie gathered all the students in the center of the room and started handing out medals for their outfits, and not just the ones that were the best, but for other slightly crazy nominations as well. Like the tallest costume, the most daring, the one that makes you want to laugh all day. And of course, it was no surprise to anyone that Silverstream and her hydra took first prize, while Smolder won for the boldest outfit and Gallus for the prettiest.

"Yes, our princess is clearly on top of her game today," the dragoness grinned, wiggling her medal and watching with a smile as the griffon jumped up and down in delight.

"Hee-hee, that's right. Sandbar agrees with that too," Ocellus confirmed, showing how the two hugged tightly. "It looks like they're getting serious."

"Yeah, I think so too. By the way, if you don't mind, why don't we go back to our room?" Smolder said with a sleepy yawn.

"Come on, I don't mind a little rest," the changeling encouraged her, and together they left the hall and headed down the hall to their room.

"Wow, that was a great night," the dragoness said, stepping inside first and jumping onto her bed.

"Yes, it was a success. You're not afraid of your kink anymore," Ocellus said with a smile.

"You bet I'm not afraid of being a maid anymore. On the contrary, I'm glad that everyone saw me for what I am. And now I will never be ashamed of it again."

"Well, I see my lessons were not in vain. You're really getting into this role."

"I've always been... huh? What?" Smolder interrupted abruptly, realizing what her friend had just said. "Your lessons?"

"Yeah, the ones I sent you in your dreams to prepare you for your role as a maid," the changeling said in a steady, calm voice.

"You? That was you?" Smolder asked, not believing what she was hearing.

"Yes. It was me you saw in your dream. I'm the Mistress."

Author's Note

Wow, so Ocellus has been Mistress all this time? Who knew? A humble straight-A student turned out to be a predator who loves to dominate. Wondering what their relationship with Smolder will be like now and where it will lead? You'll find out all the answers in the next chapter. :pinkiehappy:

Chapter 4: Honest Talk

"So it was you? All this time?" Repeated the dragoness once more, unable to believe that a modest girl like Ocellus had turned out to be the Mistress. "No, it can't be. I don't believe you."

"You don't? How else would I know what you dream about at night if I wasn't the one who sent those dreams?" Asked the changeling.

"Well, I... I... I don't even know," Smolder said confused.

"That's what I mean. Trust me, Smolder, it was me. I'm the mysterious mare who came to you in your dreams and taught you how to be a maid," Ocellus said, looking her friend straight in the eye without fear or doubt.

"So it was you who wanted to seduce me and make me obedient?" The dragon frowned. "And you're the reason I've been pining for lust and desire all these days! How could you?!"

Smolder clenched her fists angrily. She'd finally found her. The Mistress she'd been searching for all this time.

But the feeling of resentment was immediately replaced by an overwhelming happiness.

"Mistress, it's really you! I have found you at last!" Smolder exclaimed with a smile and fell to her knees, kissing Ocellus hooves like a servant to their queen.

"Smolder! Smolder! Wait! That's very sweet, but let me explain something to you first," the changeling said, blushing embarrassed. But the dragoness didn't listen to her and continued to caress her mistress chitin and hooves with her tongue.

"I knew you would come. Knew you would not deceive me. I was a good girl and I did everything you said," Smolder whispered enthusiastically, unable to contain the joy that rippled inside her that was ready to burst out. "Please tell me I've been a good servant. Praise me. Order me to do something. I will do anything. I'll do whatever you say."

"Well, then stop licking my hooves and listen to me for a minute," Ocellus said sternly, and Smolder immediately pulled away from her and sat on the floor, resting her knees on the floor.

"Yes, Mistress," the dragoness said quickly, happy as a little girl.

"Thank you," the changeling said, wiping her wet hoof with the bed Smolder's sheets. "Now I'd like to explain to you why I did it and started sending these dreams. So please listen to me carefully."

"Yes, Mistress, I will do whatever you say," Smolder nodded with a smile.

"So, first I would like to apologize to you and tell you that I never meant to hurt you," Ocellus began to speak.

"Of course, Mistress, you would never do that, because you are the best," Smolder said, looking at her in love.

"Besides, I didn't do it out of self-interest. I mean, I wanted to get something from you, of course, but it had nothing to do with..." the changeling continued with a surprised look at her.

"Yes, Mistress, and you can get anything you want from me," the dragoness whispered as she slipped her hand into her underpants.

"Smolder! Stop that right now!" Ocellus exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, Mistress, I forgot that you don't like me touching myself without permission," the dragoness apologized, putting both hands behind her back.

"Oh! You and I are not going to work out that way," the changeling muttered, pressing her hoof to her face.

"What's the matter, Mistress? Have I done something to upset you?" Smolder asked worriedly. "Have I been insufficiently obedient?"

"No, it's not that at all. You've been very obedient (the dragoness smiled happily at those words). It's just that your enthusiasm is preventing me from getting the truth to you, so... eh... I'm afraid I'll have to remove the spell from you. It's the only way I can really talk to you. Just promise me," she swallowed hard, "that you won't attack me when you're back to normal."

"I promise I will never hurt you, Mistress. I live to serve you," Smolder nodded eagerly.

"Good, then let's get started."

And as she approached the draconian, she swung her horn, from which a thin pink haze billowed out, traveling toward Smolder's head and enveloping her completely. As soon as it happened, Smolder felt all the joy that had been raging in her chest disappears. It was as if it had dissolved, vanished. She was no longer blinded by the unbridled rapture that had made her love Ocellus. She no longer felt anything for her at all... except a growing resentment.

"That's it," Ocellus said carefully, stepping back. "I've removed the spell from you, and now we can talk."

"Talk?" Smolder mumbled confusedly, then shook her head and exclaimed loudly: "Talk! To you?! After what you did?!"

She jumped to her paws.

"Yeah, well, you see? I'm..." the changeling said with a startled gasp.

"You wanted to brainwash me! Make me your slave!" Smolder raged.

"No, I'm not! You see, the thing is…" Ocellus tried again to get a word in edgewise.

"Shut up! We have nothing to talk about! You wanted to turn me into a servant! To mock me! But I won't let you do it! And as soon as Principal Twilight gets back here, I'm telling her everything! Now I'm going to go to the teachers. Let them punish you, you treacherous seducer!"

And Smolder headed for the exit.

"Smolder, wait! Please don't do this! Listen to me before you go!" Ocellus begged her, throwing herself at the young dragon's legs.

"No, I will not listen to you. I won't let you brainwash me again."

"I beg you! I know what I did was wrong! Just give me a few minutes! I'm the one who cast a spell on you, even though I might not have," the changeling said, holding her leg.

"Yeah, well, thanks for doing me a favor," the dragon snorted, trying to free her leg from Ocellus' grip and walk to the door. "After she'd cast a spell herself."

"I just wanted to talk to the real you and tell you everything. Don't you want to know the truth? Please let me explain. I promise I won't use any more of my spells and as soon as I'm done, you can go to your teachers right away."

"Oh, all right," the dragon nodded with a frown. "But be careful what you say. Because if I don't like what you have to say, I might even use my claws."

She straightened her skirt and sat down on the bed.

"Well, what do you want to say to me? Are you going to try to justify yourself to me? Or maybe you'll give me a reason not to tell anyone? Or maybe you'll tell me why you did it?" She asked.

"Yes," the changeling nodded affirmatively.

"Is that so? All right, then. I'm listening."

"Because I... I love you," Ocellus replied, blushing thickly.

Smolder stopped frowning and opened her mouth wide.

"You what?!"

"I love you, Smolder," the changeling said it again. "I've loved you since the first day we met. You were so strong, so energetic, so beautiful, I couldn't resist. I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you."

"Really?" the dragon muttered, blushing too. "Is that why you enslaved me? That's bullshit!"

"No, Smolder, it's not. I know it sounds silly, but I wasn't sure if you... well... well, if you liked mares. So I decided to get crafty and use the seduction charms my mom taught me back when she was queen of the hive."

"Chrysalis? She taught you how to get into other's minds?" Smolder said in shock.

"Yes. She told me it was a way to weaken the will of a victim... I mean someone you like, and help them see you at your best. But I wasn't trying to enslave you, I was just afraid you'd be against having an affair with a filly, so I went a little overboard with the charms. I just wanted to loosen your stubborn nature a little and show you how happy you could be as... um... my girlfriend."

"A maid, to be exact," Smolder interjected.

"No! I just wanted you to open up and see that there's nothing wrong with giving in and obeying."

She sighed sadly.

"But then I got carried away. I liked seeing you as a maid, and I... well... got carried away with being Mistress."

Ocellus sat down on the floor, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Even though I knew you'd hate me when it was over."

She lowered her head.

"Yes, I know I screwed up and did worse than my mom when she subjugated Shining. I'm... I'm so ashamed."

She couldn't take it anymore and burst into loud tears.

"Please forgive me!!!" She howled.

Smolder looked at her in surprise. Even though she was still angry, she felt sorry for her friend.

"Well, well, stop making a flood here," she said, leaning slightly toward the roaring changeling.

"No! I can't! You're absolutely right to hate me! I'm horrible!" Ocellus wailed.

"Come on, you're not," said the dragoness.

"Yes, I am!" The changeling said, wiping her reddened eyes with her hoof and looked at Smolder.

"That's the whole truth. Now you can go and tell your teachers about it. I have done so much wrong to you and I must be punished. Go ahead, you can tell them what I've done. I'll take whatever punishment they give me."

Smolder was confused. She wasn't prepared for this turn of events. Nor was she ready for a sudden declaration of love. Even though she'd thought about leaving the room and looking for one of the teachers, she didn't want to do that now. If she told them what had happened, what would they do to Ocellus? Expelled from the school? Send her to Tartarus? Or do something worse?

She pictured her weeping friend being taken to the city garden, where a trio of frozen villains stood, and turned to stone, too, and the image made the dragoness sick to her stomach. Yes, Ocellus had done a terrible thing, but she didn't deserve such a harsh punishment. Not like this.

"No, I won't tell them anything," she finally said. "I don't want you to be punished."

"What?" the changeling sobbed. "But I bewitched you; I took away your will."

"Yes, and by dragon standards, I committed a terrible crime, one that many would want to burn you for. But I'm not like the others and I won't give you up."

"You won't?" Ocellus said with renewed hope and immediately rushed to the dragoness and hugged her. "Thank you, thank you, Smolder! I can't thank you enough!"

But after a moment she pulled away from her and lowered her gaze.

"And yet, now that you know everything, I can't stay here. After what's happened, you're not likely to want to be friends with me."

She brushed the tears from her eyes and headed for her wardrobe, telekinetically retrieving her bag from it.

"That's why it would be best if we weren't roommates anymore. I'll ask Principal Twilight to move me somewhere else, or maybe I'll leave here altogether. I don't deserve to go to Friendship School. I betrayed it."

And she began to slowly pull out and put away her things while Smolder watched her, trying to process what had happened in her head. She didn't know if she should be angry that her best friend wanted to subjugate her, or sympathize with her because her life had been ruined. She was also a little embarrassed, not because of Ocellus' confession, but because she felt something for her in turn. She remembered how often her friend had helped her when she couldn't learn something, or covered for her when the dragon was late for class, and how they had danced together that evening. They were so good in each other's company.

"So Ocellus has been in love with me all this time and because of love she did this crazy thing?" She said mentally, looking at her friend.

Smolder rubbed her shoulder in embarrassment and then walked over to Ocellus and touched her leg.

"Wait. You don't have to go anywhere," she said.

"I don't? But I've done terrible things, I've taken away your will, I've deceived you, I've..."

Smolder's claw touched her mouth.

"Yes, yes, you were selfish enough to want what you liked. You went to unthinkable lengths and risked everything to get it. Just... like a real dragon."

She took Ocellus' front leg and held it against her.

"I don't understand. What do you mean?" The changeling asked, confused.

"That I love you too, silly."

"Love me? B-but... I did the wrong thing, didn't I? I disappointed you."

"No, you didn't. I don't blame you for what you did. A lot of us can get a little crazy sometimes. Especially when we strive for things that seem unattainable."

She walked over to the changeling and to her (and her own) surprise, gently kissed right on the lips.

Ocellus rounded her eyes. Her ears drooped and a bright blush appeared on her cheeks.

"And then, I even liked your charms," Smolder whispered after the kiss.

"Really?" Ocellus asked.

"Really. I know it's hard to explain, but I liked feeling weak and driven. I liked not being like other dragons. From an early age, we're taught to be rude and cruel. To take what we want from the weak, and to treat no one with respect. Except I never liked that. I didn't like to be brash and mean and take on everyone. I wanted to be fragile and delicate, and you helped me feel that."

She touched her paw to Ocellus' cheek and ran it along it.

"Also, you were right."

"About what?" The changeling asked.

"The night you gave me the dress and told me that the life of a maid was so much better than wandering mindlessly in the mountains or sleeping in a cave. I don't want that, I don't want to live like that. I want to..."

She took a deep breath before continuing.

"I want to be pretty and graceful. I want to wear dresses and wear makeup. I also want to be obedient. And meek. Your charms captivated me so easily for a reason. I always wanted to be with someone strong who could take care of me and protect me. Someone like you."

Ocellus listened to her, mouth open in surprise.

"And now you've given me what I've dreamed of all my life but were afraid to admit. Thank you."

She was silent again for a moment, and then, gathering her courage, continued.

"So I don't mind at all if you want to be my girlfriend. If you don't mind, of course," she finished, her head lowered in embarrassment.

Changeling stared at her for a few seconds, stunned, not saying a word. For several long and seemingly interminable seconds this tense silence lasted, until she suddenly jumped on top of Smolder and showered her with kisses.

"Yes, Smolder! Yes! Yes! I want it! I love you so much!"

And they kissed again, embracing each other.

"Well, great," the dragoness said, a little confused. "Then I think we should continue to be roommates, and..."

She looked at her bed.

"Spend time together sometimes. As a couple."

"Yes, like two girls who love each other," Ocellus said cheerfully.

And then a sly smile appeared on her face.

"What's stopping us from doing it now?" She asked.

"Now? After everything that happened?" Smolder said, blushing slightly.

"Of course! I think this is the best opportunity to start our relationship and open up to each other."

"Well, I don't mind. But can I ask you something?" The dragon whispered softly.

"Of course, you can ask anything you want," the changeling said eagerly.

"Would you mind being my mistress again?" Smolder said.

Instead of answering, Ocellus stepped closer to her and dropped her back onto the bed with a shove.

"Of course. It can't be otherwise. After all, I am the hereditary princess of the hive, and I will always be in charge," she said, climbing on top of the dragoness and eliciting a slight moan from her.

"We have a whole night ahead of us, so let's make it a memorable one," she whispered in Smolder's ear and then kissed her soundly.

Author's Note

Wow, that was a tough conversation between Smolder and Ocellus. They almost broke up completely, but in the end they were able to make up and become a couple despite all the difficulties. That's so wonderful :heart:

Chapter 4.5: Night Race (18+)

Smolder and Ocellus lay on the bed for a while, kissing passionately, putting their paws and hooves under each other's clothes, before the changeling stood up decisively.

"Well, Smolder, let's see how good you are. I've heard that dragons are the toughest creatures in all of Equestria, and can make love for hours on end," she said, hinting as she unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her costume and then sighed languidly: "I'd love to see that."

"Of course you would, and I'd love to show it to you," the dragon agreed enthusiastically. "Just tell me what to do. I'm ready to do anything."

"Really? All right, then let's get started," smiled the changeling and shining her horn, causing a small green spark, which flew into the air and immediately dissolved.

"A soundproofing spell," she explained to Smolder. "I don't want anyone to hear us moaning."

Ocellus grinned cheerfully.

"I'm not going to hold back," she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and spreading her hind legs wide. "I really hope you don't either."

"Of course," Smolder licked her lips lustfully.

"Well, let's start with something classic."

"Oh yes, anything you want, Ocellus," the dragon said as she saw her cute orange panties adorned with pirate skulls, leaning down and preparing to pull them down with her teeth.

"No, no, you don't get to call me that," the changeling said suddenly, stopping her with a hoof.

Smolder looked at her confusedly.

"Only an equal can call me by my first name," Ocellus said with a sly grin. "And you are not one of them. You are only my servant and should call me Mistress. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress, you are absolutely right," the dragoness apologized immediately. "Please forgive me for my impertinence."

"Forgive you? Well, I'll think about it," the changeling said with a smile. "But you'll have to prove yourself worthy of my forgiveness first."

She closed her legs and stretched her hoof forward.

"And so, before you can caress my sweet hole, you must first do so with my leg," Ocellus said, wiggling it playfully.

Smolder sighed sadly as she saw her grand prize slipping away from her, but nodded decisively and brought her hoof to her lips.

"Yes, Mistress. I will prove to you that I am worthy of your favor," she said, and immediately began to caress it with her long, wet tongue.

"That's it, good girl," the changeling said, grinning with pleasure. "Lick my pretty hoof. I didn't wash it today, of course, and it's a little dirty and smelly. But you don't mind, do you?"

"No, Mistress, your dirt is like delicate nectar for my unworthy and pitiful mouth," Smolder cooed, licking the small stones off her hoof and savoring them as if they were the choicest and sweetest diamonds.

"That's good. I like that you know your place. It turns me on so much," Ocellus grinned, sliding one hoof into her panties and the other on her friend's back, pressing her lightly against the floor. "We all have our place. You belong on the floor while I belong on my soft clean bed."

"Yes, Mistress," Smolder nodded obediently.

After enjoying the dragoness's tongue for a moment, the changeling pushed her back.

"That's enough. I see you have truly repented of your insolence, and now I can let you satisfy my sweet pussy," she said, spreading her legs again and showing off her panties, which concealed her visibly moistened slit.

"Oh yes, thank you, Mistress. You won't regret your generosity," Smolder said, licking her lips and gently pulling off Ocellus' panties, plunging her long, warm tongue into her vagina.

"Yeah, that's it!" The changeling moaned immediately, biting her lower lip in delight. "Caress me with your dirty tongue. Let it cleanse itself in the sweet juice of my tender cavern."

"Um-wum-wum," the dragon mumbled, licking her friend's labia with pleasure slowly being intoxicated by her wonderful musky scent that wafted up her nose.

"Oh my little maid, don't talk with your mouth full," Ocellus grinned. "Especially when it's about to be filled with... ah... my delicate secretions!"

She let out a loud moan and cum, filling Smolder's mouth with a flood of sticky lubricant, which the dragoness swallowed greedily.

"Yes! Yes! Drink it! Swallow the rest of it!" Ocellus shuddered, and then her eyes took on a strange and incredibly frightening expression. Smolder felt something begin to grow in her mouth. Something very large.

When she opened her eyes slightly, she saw that an incredibly large and very beautiful cock was crawling into her mouth like a snake, while the changeling grinned merrily.

"You've satisfied me like a mare, now come on, suck me like a stallion. I changed some things about my body on purpose to please you," she giggled.

"Umph..." Smolder tried to say.

"I told you to be quiet!" Ocellus shouted at her. "Your pretty mouth is supposed to be working, not talking."

And with those words, she wrapped her front legs around the dragoness's head and pressed down on it, forcing Smolder deeper and deeper onto her fully grown stallion cock.

"Yes, like this, one more time. Show me what you can do," the changeling whispered as the dragoness vigorously moved her head back and forth swallowing her thick, meaty shaft, occasionally nibbling lightly on it with her sharp teeth.

"Don't overdo it," Ocellus said after feeling it a couple times. "I'm not a lizard, and I won't grow a new cock for you."

Smolder nodded faintly and continued to swallow her dick, covering it with her long tongue until she felt it spasm and another load of her friend's secretions poured into her mouth, this time a little different and much sweeter.

"Yes, you've satisfied me again... ahh... what a smart girl. But this... uh, I'm a little exhausted. And now I need to... ugh... regain my strength," the changeling said, breathing heavily.

And Smolder immediately felt the love that had been building up in her body begin to drain out of her.

She looked up at her friend and saw her mouth open wide, swallowing greedily at the faint haze that flowed from it.

"Oh, yeah, I feel good now," Ocellus sighed after a couple minutes, leaning back on the bed and stroking her stomach. "I decided to get a little taste of your love. It was so delicious."

"Y-yes, s-thank you, Mistress. I'm glad I could feed you," Smolder said in a voice shaking with exhaustion.

She felt that her friend had drained her of her strength, but she was over the moon because the feeding had weakened her, but it had also given her an incredible sense of euphoria and joy that made Smolder dizzy.

"I see you enjoyed it, too," Ocellus grinned, noticing the wet spot on the floor where the dragoness had been sitting.

"Yes, and a lot of it," Smolder nodded weakly. "It has never felt so good, Mistress."

"That's because I infused your brain with changeling nectar," Ocellus said, sitting up straight again and nodding at her glowing horn. "It's like a sweet haze that fogs other's minds and gives our victims an extraordinary pleasure."

She leaned over and gently stroked her maid's head.

"Thanks to which they don't want us to leave them and allow us to drink them dry."

"Oh, Mistress, please do it again!" Pleaded Smolder, clinging to her legs. "Drink me dry! Take all my love!"

"No, don't even ask," said the changeling. "If I keep doing this, you might get hurt, and I wouldn't want that."

She lifted the dragoness's chin with her hoof and looked into her eyes.

"I can't have my favorite toy broken before its time," she grinned.

"M-mistress," Smolder moaned softly.

"Instead, I'll thank you with my tongue," Ocellus said suddenly, encircling the dragoness with her telekinesis and laying her on the bed beside her.

"M-m-m, yes, I've wanted this for a long time," the changeling cooed, pulling down her panties and peering at her wet hole, then wrapping her lips around it.

"O my gosh," Smolder whispered as she felt her sweet mistress's tongue sliding inside her. It was so pleasant and... magical! Ocellus leisurely circled her sensitive walls, making the dragon literally squeal with delight and wish the feeling would never stop. At that moment, she had no more regrets or doubts that she had done the right thing and accepted Ocellus' offer to be her girlfriend. This cunning and gentle changeling was now giving her such delightful sensations that no male dragon could ever give her.

And her cries grew louder and louder. Clutching the sheet with her claws, she lifted her hips up and tried to delay the moment when her pussy would spew out all the love juice that had accumulated in it, but she couldn't last long. Soon the dragoness felt a cramp run through her body, and she squeezed her legs together, pulling Ocellus' head to her and cumming on it with a shriek.

The mare's face was immediately covered in shiny and clear lubricant, and Smolder opened her mouth wide and let out a long jet of flame that slid across the ceiling.

"Ouch, careful!" Ocellus exclaimed, quickly grabbing the blanket and knocking the fire that rushed out in all directions. Luckily it hadn't had time to spread much and she had no trouble putting it out but it still left an ugly black splotch.

"Wow, that was dangerous, Smolder," the changeling said with a relieved hoof on her forehead (still covered in her friend's secretions).

"Yeah, I guess I got a little carried away. Forgive me, Mistress," the dragoness said with a guilty frown.

"It's all right," Ocellus said, waving her hoof and licking her sticky face with her tongue. "I know how hard it was to resist my unparalleled caresses."

And she lay right on top of Smolder, pressing her cheek against her.

"Do you want to know what you taste like?" She asked.

"Yes, Mistress, thank you," the dragon said after a little hesitation and licked her face a couple times, tasting slightly sour, yet delightful.

"Um, well. I didn't know I could be so delicious," she smiled.

"But now you do," Ocellus chuckled, hugging her. "And I'll be sure to have you lick yourself sometime."

"Which I would be more than happy to do," Smolder purred.

She started to close her eyes, but was quickly brought back to reality by Ocellus' voice:

"Hey, what are you doing?! Did you decide it was time for bed?"

"Well I..." the dragon mumbled as she opened her eyes.

"I thought you – dragons were more resilient, and you don't limit yourself to a couple or three caresses and a few hugs."

"We're not limiting ourselves! I just thought you needed a rest, Mistress," Smolder said in her defense. "But if you'd like us to continue, I'll…"

"Of course I do!" The changeling interrupted her. "And this time I want something really wild and memorable!"

"Sure thing, Mistress. Tell me what to do."

"Well," said Ocellus, looking thoughtfully at her mistress and her beautiful body for a while before her lips stretched into a sly smile. "Yes! I have an idea! This is going to be something! Very daring, brazen, and incredibly risky."

"Risky?" Smolder questioned her.

"Exactly. So much so that we could get caught," the changeling said. "But it's better this way."

She got up from the bed and turned to the dragon.

"So, what's up? Are you willing to do something wild and crazy for me?"

"Yes, Mistress, I would do anything for you," Smolder replied without hesitation.

"Wonderful, then get on my back," the changeling ordered.

"On your back?"

"Yes, I want you to get on my back."

"But why?" The dragon asked a little confused as to what she was up to.

"Get over here and find out. Besides, does a mistress have to answer to her maid?"

"No, of course not. I apologize for my insolence," Smolder apologized immediately and climbed onto her back.

"That's it. What's now?" She asked.

"Now..." Ocellus grinned, rising slightly on her haunches, "Now we're going to have the most unforgettable and erotic pony race in the whole city!"

And with those words, she quickly moved her slender wings, on which Smolder was sitting at that moment, stimulating and teasing her wet slit.

"Wow, wow!" The dragon, clutching at her friend's neck, gasping in surprise as she came.

"Now I'm going to run through the whole school, and then we'll go to Ponyville. I'm going to keep turning you on, and you're going to stick your cute, knobby tail inside me and drive me on," she said, nodding at Smolder's tail.

"Yes, Mistress," the dragoness said with a moan, obediently shoving her tail into her friend's pussy, sending shivers down her spine.

"But be warned, it will be dangerous. If one of us cries, everyone will know what we're doing," Ocellus finished. "Are you ready for that?"

"Ready, Mistress. Let's go! Take me!" Smolder begged, drowning in a flood of unending pleasure from the mare's wings.

"Then let's go!" Ocellus said dashingly and immediately opened the door and sprinted out into the hallway, spurred on by Smolder's lumpy tail, which she was vigorously moving around, not wanting to disappoint her mistress.

And so they raced all over the second floor, running into empty classrooms a couple of times and even peeking into some of the rooms of other students who were already fast asleep.

First they visited the room of Silverstream and Yona, who, to their surprise, were sleeping in the same bed, holding each other in their arms, and then they visited Gallus and Sandbar, who were also lying together, and after a little admiration for such unusual but cute couples, they went back down the corridor and, going down to the first floor, jumped out the door leading to the street.

"Come on, Mistress, come on. Ride faster," the dragoness moaned softly, stroking her friend's neck and dreamily imagining that she was flying through the sky and lounging in the fluffy clouds. If she died and went to Heaven, it would probably look just like this.

"I'm bouncing, ah, bouncing," Ocellus replied, muffling her moans as she came for the fifth time, cumming from the dragoness's tail and nearly tripping every time she did. But she didn't want to stop and moved her legs faster and more vigorously.

She raced down the main street, then through the alleyways, twice around the Carousel Boutique, and down the tiers of the City Hall before hopping off and heading toward the Friendship School.

In all the time they had spent in the city, they had never met anypony, and the girls were overjoyed because they really didn't want to draw attention to themselves. When they reached the edge of the city, however, Ocellus landed in a small hole and wiggled her wings even faster out of surprise, while Smolder shoved her tail into her vagina.

Both girls immediately cried loudly, and the windows of a couple of neighboring houses lit up.

"Oh... n-no, we woke someone up," Smolder said through her moans. "W-we have to go."

"I'm trying, oh, I'm trying," the changeling answered her and shuffled her hooves even harder, getting as far away from the dangerous light as she could.

At last they reached the school and, opening the center door, ran to the stairs to their floor, climbed them, and, finding themselves outside their own room, slipped inside.

"Yes, we made it," Ocellus whispered contentedly as she fell to the floor.

"You did, Mistress," Smolder said, kissing her cheek. "And you didn't let anypony see us."

"Yeah, it was incredible," the changeling nodded. "By the way, you can call me by my first name again. I think we've had enough lovemaking for today."

"I agree, it was very cool, but I could use a rest," the dragoness said as she came off of her and climbed onto the bed.

"I wouldn't mind doing it again, though," Ocellus said, crawling under her paw.

"Me too, but not tonight," Smolder yawned. "And not tomorrow. But, sometime in the next few days."

"Yeah, when we've regained our strength a little," the changeling encouraged her. "Good night, Smolder."

"Good night, Mis... uh... I mean Ocellus," the dragoness replied, and with one last kiss to her girlfriend, she closed her eyes and drifted into a sweet sleep.

***

Where Ocellus reappeared before her, dressed in a latex costume and with a collar clamped over her mouth.

"But you didn't think it would end like this, did you?" Laying it down in front of her, she remarked. "Even though you and I are tired and can no longer have fun in the real world, there is no fatigue or limitations here in the dream realm. So we can continue to do whatever we want."

And she nudged the collar towards the dragoness.

"So, my sweet maid? Are you ready for another round?" Ocellus asked her, mentally dressing her up in her maid costume.

"Ready, Mistress," Smolder replied, obediently putting on her collar, and then they made love again, but now in a magical dream world unfettered by anything but their own imaginations.

Author's Note

Wow, what a wild race! Smolder and Ocellus had a good night and made their relationship even stronger. Now they have a happy future ahead of them, which you'll find out about in the next and final chapter of this story :heart:

Chapter 5: Smolder Finds Her Way

"Ouch," Smolder said in a sluggish voice as she opened her eyes the next morning and felt a pulling pain in the area between her legs. "Why does my crotch hurt so much?" She added, shoving her paws under the blanket to rub it, trying to remember what had happened to her last night.

When she was done with the massage, she raised herself up slightly and saw that she was lying in her maid's dress, with a smiling Ocellus sleeping peacefully beside her.

"Right, our magical night, now I remember," the dragoness whispered softly, placing a paw on her best friend's, or rather, girlfriend's shoulder. "We had a good romp last night. We played mistress and maid, galloped around the city, and then had fun in our dreams. Yes, it was unforgettable."

She leaned back on the bed again, closing her eyes dreamily.

"Oh, Ocellus, how lucky I am to have you. I never thought my girlfriend would turn out to be so temperamental. Hee-hee, girlfriend," Smolder grinned mentally, not used to calling someone 'girlfriend', even mentally. Still, she was glad it had happened. Their stormy night romp, the gentle caresses, the changeling's sweet tongue, it had cemented their relationship once and for all, and the dragoness didn't mind giving herself to it.

To be honest, for the first time in a long time she felt happier than ever, and not just because she'd found her true love. Most dragons had only two choices in life: either live in a pack and follow its rules (and in Smolder's case, become a mandatory breeder), or fly away to the mountains and find a secluded cave where she would spend her life alone, guarding the gradually growing treasure and scaring away the outsiders who wanted to steal it. And such a fate had never appealed to her. Smolder didn't want to lay eggs for horny male dragons or live alone, fending off thieving travelers, and had always dreaded the day when she would be old enough to make that difficult choice.

But now everything has changed. She had another option that dragons don't often get to live her life with someone who would truly love you. And that someone was Ocellus.

"Yes, I never thought I would be one of the rare lucky ones who could live with their beloved," she sighed quietly, admiring the beautiful chitinous shell of her girlfriend. "I feel like I'm in a fairy tale."

But then another thought came to her, not so happy and cheerful.

"Still, Ocellus is not a dragon, and when the time comes, we will have to part. After all, unlike her, I won't always be so sweet and beautiful. Years from now, I'll turn into a huge and fearsome beast. And what will happen then? Will Ocellus still want to be with me?"

Her happy mood immediately faded at these thoughts, replaced by disappointment and anxiety.

"Will I be as desirable and beloved to her when I turn into a huge fire-breathing beast?" She thought, pulling away from her friend and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Well, why is fate so cruel? Why do all dragons have to grow up?" She mentally asked, slamming her fist on the bed in frustration.

Ocellus sensed this and, frowning sleepily, opened her eyes.

"Good morning, Smolder," the changeling said affectionately. "How was your sleep? I had such a wonderful dream. Hee-hee, I think you did, too, because we're in it together."

But when she saw how tense her girlfriend was, she immediately interrupted.

"What's happened, my love?" She asked. "Didn't you like our dream?"

"No, no, it was great," the dragoness replied, turning to her. "It's just... I... um... I was wondering what's next for you and me."

"Next? What's next?" The changeling doesn't understand. "I think we'll get better and better: we'll continue to study, make new friends, and relax together like two girls in love after a hard day's work."

"Yes. But it won't last," Smolder sighed. "Sooner or later, I'll grow into a huge, fanged dragon who won't be able to dress up in a pretty maid's dress anymore."

She sobbed.

"And I won't be the beauty you've come to love."

"So that's what this is all about," Ocellus snorted. "Oh, Smolder, what nonsense is this? How did you even think of that?"

"Am I wrong? Wouldn't I be a big, scary dragon?"

"Well, I don't doubt you'll be big, but you'll never be scary. Especially not to me," she comforted the dragoness, and crawling out from under the blanket, she crawled closer to her and wrapped her front legs around her.

"To me, Smolder, you will always be beautiful, and no matter what happens, I will never leave you or fall out of love with you."

"Really?" The dragon said hopefully.

"Of course, silly," Ocellus smiled. "Besides, I'm a changeling, and I can grow quite a bit myself. So no matter how big you get, I'll always be here to hold you."

A greenish flash of flame surrounded her, and she became much taller and larger, turning into a big, fluffy dragon under which the bed rattled.

"So you and I are going to be fine, lay your doubts to rest," she said, easily wrapping her paws around the tiny dragoness and squeezing her in a hug. "And if in the future you suddenly want us to be young again, I can always send you a dream where we'll be the same again."

"Hee-hee, that's enough, it tickles," Smolder giggled as her lover's fur tickled her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Ocellus said, becoming herself again. "Anyway, don't worry, love. Whatever awaits you and me, we can handle it easily. Because we'll always be together. You and me."

"You and me," the dragon repeated in her tone and leaned over to Ocellus and kissed her soundly.

***

Three hundred years had passed.

A small column of armored vehicles driven by minotaurs drove onto a wide mountain road, surrounded on all sides by impregnable cliffs, including a couple of smoking volcanoes. All of them were wearing high-tech energy armor, and they were holding laser weapons. After a few turns, they came close to a group of unusual-looking changelings, which, in addition to their bright colors, had much longer fangs and slightly elongated dragon-like faces. They guarded the tall and slender queen of the swarm with a beautiful turquoise shell.

About thirty paces away from them the minotaur squad stopped, and out of the leading vehicle forward stepped a tall, scarred bull-giant, wrapped in a red cloak, who with confident and somewhat abrupt steps walked toward the changelings, accompanied by several of his fighters. In his hands he held a massive techno-magical hammer, on which faint sparks ran.

"So," he began as he approached the queen, "here we are, insect! I've been waiting a long time for this meeting, to set the record straight once and for all after what happened on the North Ridge! You and your changelings will answer to me for the shameful defeat you inflicted on my men!

"Defeat? What are you talking about? I don't understand," the queen grinned briefly.

"Don't mock me, bugbear, I know perfectly well that it was you! You and your warriors who attacked my great army when I wanted to take back what was rightfully mine!"

"Really? I thought it looked more like an invasion and an attempt to take the northern part of my kingdom, which your warriors decided to arrogantly appropriate," the queen parried.

"Not appropriate, but reclaim! These lands have belonged to my clan for centuries! And I only wanted to reclaim what has always been mine!" The minotaur threw a temper tantrum.

"Yes, several millennia ago, before my mother occupied them. It was a sad incident, but much has changed since then, and those lands are now home to my race. I regret what she did, but I don't believe that attacking can fix anything. In any case, your great-grandfather signed a peace treaty with the Equestrian Union, and it would be unwise of you to violate it."

"Yes, he did, and it was his greatest mistake! He had no right to override the will of my people! Therefore, I want you to return the North Ridge to me immediately."

"But there are many of my subjects living there. What will happen to them?" The Queen asked.

"I don't care! I have no intention of keeping the changelings! So they will have to go! Every last one of them! Unless, of course, they want to face the wrath of my warriors!"

"I see. Well, then I'm afraid I must refuse you. I must take care of my children and protect them with all my might," the queen said calmly.

"Then there will be war! And I promise that your pathetic alliance will not be able to resist my great clan!" The minotaur flared his nostrils and shook his hammer, and his bodyguards responded with cheers.

"Really? You're really willing to do this? Break the peace treaty that was signed by your ancestor?"

"If it is necessary to restore our honor, then yes!" He said. "And you can't stop me from doing it!"

"I may not, but my acquaintance will not like it," the Queen grinned, and from the mouth of the nearest volcano, which was not far from them, suddenly flew out a huge dragoness covered with smoke and, having made a circle in the air, landed near the minotaurs.

Spreading her wings wide, she directed her blazing gaze at the tiny enemies and, raising her head upward, let out a deafening roar.

The minotaurs staggered back in terror, pointing the trembling barrels of their laser rifles at her.

"I wouldn't advise you guys to do that," the Queen said with a smirk. "Your toys won't even leave a scratch on her scales. By the way, chief, let me introduce you to my chief assistant, who single-handedly defeated your invincible army."

"What?" he gasped.

"Yes, yes, that was her. Not my changelings or my allied ponies, but her. And she did it in ten minutes."

And, seeing the minotaur turn pale, the queen continued:

"So what is it, honorable Harinas? Do you want to continue to threaten us with war or can we agree and part ways peacefully, forgetting about this unfortunate misunderstanding?"

The minotaur stared at the big-as-a-mountain dragoness for a while and then said:

"No, I will not risk the lives of my warriors. We... we don't need a war."

"Good, I knew you would make the right decision," the Queen said in a satisfied voice. "And as for your land claims, there are things we can discuss. Let's say we meet at my palace and agree to give your subjects a portion of the North Ridge. What do you say?"

"Yes, well, negotiating is good," he replied, putting the hammer behind his back.

"Fine, then please make an appointment with my counselor, and he will set up an appointment for us," the queen said. "It will be better for all of us, and it will show you that not everything can be solved with weapons these days. Peace talks are much better."

And after bowing to him, she added:

"So I'll see you soon, Chief Harinas."

"Yeah, Queen Ocellus," he replied, and he and his bodyguards hurried off in a hurry toward the cars that they had climbed into and left the rendezvous.

"There, I knew he could be persuaded with a little diplomacy and tact," Ocellus said to her smiling children, and then walked over to the smoke-shrouded dragoness. "Well done dear, you were on top of your game. Well now it's time for us to go home."

The dragon nodded to her and with a flap of her wings, she quickly rose beyond the clouds.

"I'll see you in our cave, my love," Ocellus said, looking after her, and together with her children went to the waiting chariot.

***

"Smolder? Honey? Where are you?" Ocellus asked, stepping inside the huge cave that was a few hundred paces from her hive. The entire space was filled with all sorts of treasures and jewelry that were piled up in various nooks and corners of the cave.

"I am here, my Queen!" Immediately roared a giant orange dragoness, who landed from under the vault of the cave and landed beside the tiny figure of the queen and smiled at her with her wings and her mouth full of sharp teeth, which would have terrified even the bravest adventurer. However, the changeling only smiled cheerfully at her and asked:

"Did you get a manicure?"

"Yes, I'm glad you noticed," the dragon murmured, leaning down and showing her spear-sharp claws covered in shiny crimson nail polish. "Do you like it?"

"You bet I do. I noticed it back at the meeting, but I didn't want to say it out loud and ruin your image as a formidable dragoness."

"Formidable and tough, you mean," Smolder added, lying down on the floor and resting her head next to Ocellus. "So, how'd it go?"

"It was great. Your appearance there was quite spectacular, and it made that uncouth minotaur listen to reason."

"That's good. I wouldn't want to scatter his frail warriors again," Smolder said, scraping a claw between her teeth as if trying to pull out a lodged piece of meat, but, noticing the queen's reaction, she added: "Don't worry; I didn't eat any of them. I just growled a little and stomped my feet, and that was enough for them."

But Ocellus kept a suspicious eye on her.

"All right, I chewed on one of their tanks for a couple more minutes, but only after everyone had jumped out of it. Honestly," the dragon added, raising her right paw upward.

"Okay, I believe you. I wouldn't want our truce with the minotaurs to be marred by someone else's sacrifice," the changeling said.

"I suppose, though the minotaurs don't deserve such care," the dragon nodded and leaned toward the queen and ran her wet tongue gently over her cheek. "You, on the other hand, deserve something – a little rest and affection after all this royal business."

"Yes, my faithful maid," Ocellus said, nuzzling her muzzle and kissing her nose. "And I'm sure you can give it to me."

She laid down on the floor and spread her hind legs, letting Smolder play with her slit a little more with her tongue.

"I'm so glad I have you," the queen said, savoring it.

"And I have you," the dragon muttered back. "I still remember the night we became a couple."

She glanced at one of the walls of her cave, where her most prized treasures were kept – various school supplies, photographs of her old friends, and a glass case containing a tiny and badly tattered maid's dress that was too small for her. But Smolder kept it as her most precious treasure and never let anyone touch it. Except for his beloved wife, of course.

"Yes, it's been so many years, and it still feels like it was just yesterday. Our first awkward steps, our nights together, confessing to our friends. Remember how excited they were for us and how nervous you and I were when we told them we were dating?" Smolder said with nostalgia in her voice.

"You bet I was so nervous, I thought I was going to faint when you told them you loved me," the changeling said. - I thought they'd be surprised to hear it.

"But instead they surrounded us and began to congratulate us," the dragoness smiled. "And all our fears immediately disappeared."

She pulled away from the queen and rubbed her belly with her nose.

"Since then, we have never been afraid to show our feelings again," she finished.

"That's because our love has no limits, my dear," Ocellus smiled at her. "And no matter how many years you and I have left, I'm sure that they will be just as happy and carefree. Now let's take a moment and enjoy each other's company."

And she threw off her crown and armor and began to grow and grow in size until she looked like her younger self, only much larger.

"Oh, are we going to play with transformations today? I thought you'd want to crawl into my sweet little cave again," Smolder said, snuggling up to her.

"All in good time, love. But tonight, I want you and me to be on equal footing."

She pushed Smolder back onto the pile of treasure and spread her hind legs.

"And remember the night you first became my faithful maid."

"Yes, Mistress," Smolder muttered loudly, wrapping her paws around her, and they both kissed passionately, surrounded by objects that reminded them of their past, present, and the future years the two girls in love had yet to spend together.

Happy End.

Author's Note

Oh yes, what a cute ending! Smolder and Ocellus became a family and proved that even after 300 years, their love will not falter and they will continue to love each other.

Thank you all for reading this story to the end. I really hope you enjoyed it. And a special thanks to my beta reader NovemberDragon and editor Deathofaking for their help in writing this fic :heart: