CYOA: A Day in Ponyville

Against your better judgment, you approach on uncertain hooves. "Just a pony, not a dragon, and not even angry at that." You laugh nervously. "Can we talk? Or do you want to stay here?"

The female dragon stands up slowly, arching her back. She shakes herself out with a huff of irritation. "What? What do you want from me?"

She comes into sight as you press into her den. She has shimmering blue scales and light grey horns. "Well, I wasn't expecting a dragon, let alone a girl dragon." You flush a little. "But, I was wondering if you had any shiny things I could use."

The dragon raises a brow at you. "Just because we like nibbling on gems, doesn't mean we have spares for any pony that wanders past. Why don't you look elsewhere? There are plenty of other mountain tops." She narrows her eyes at you. "Not enough room here."

"No no no, wait!" You grab hold of her tail, holding onto it so she can't just wander off. "You're the shiniest thing here."

She freezes at your words, looking confused, then angry. "What are you implying?!"

"I, uh." You have not thought this through entirely. "I'm saying you're a pretty dragon! Very shiny! Please don't eat me."

She snorts out a laugh, her tail twisting away from you. "It's not my nature to eat ponies, and not even tempting." She sinks to a seated position. "Curious thing. Most ponies would have run away long ago."

You stand up with a slight shudder. "So, um, I was really impressed by how lovely your scales are." You clear your throat and wave a hoof at her. "I would love to be able to make something from your shed scales. If you don't mind."

"Oh?" She smirks, a curl of flames emerging from her nostrils. "You are bold, or stupid, or just crazy." She laughs at the possible option. "Maybe all three? Which is it, little pony?

You try not to laugh at the fact that she seems amused by you. "A bit of all three. But I would still like to make something beautiful from your scales. They look very nice. No dragon's got scales quite as pretty as yours. They shimmer and shine like jewels, but feel like silk."

"Hmm." She crosses her arms over her chest. "How do you know what they feel like?" She sees you tense and her smirk grows. "As if you're brave enough to come find out."

You gulp hard, trying to push down the terror. She doesn't look at all like she wants to eat you, and is offering, rather than making demands. That's promising, right? It sure feels promising! You dare to take that first step, tail flicking. You swallow your fear and trot up to her side. "May I?"

"Knock yourself out." She still has that sly smile on her muzzle as you tentatively touch a hoof to her side. She is still at first, but leans against your timidly exploring hoof. "Harder, and a little higher. There. Hmm. That does feel good. Perhaps it is an honor that such a soft little pony would treat me like this."

You stop to stare up at her face. She looks... pleased? That was more than a little relieving. Though you had just made it up, she actually is nice to the touch. That she seems uninterested in eating you is making you relax. "May I? Um, make that jewelry?"

"Why should you?" She turns to face you entirely. "You just want to behold my splendor, and I'm right here." She puts a hand over your head, holding you firmly. "So I'll keep you, little pony. You'll get to see me whenever you want. And be groomed, and whatever else I get in the mood for."

Do you:

A: Become the dragon's pet.

B: Wait, no, Pinkie's counting on us!