"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.