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.