CYOA: A Day in Ponyville

The dragon seems nice enough, and perhaps you can convince her to let you go, or share one of her shiny scales with you. Besides, it is getting late. Surely your friends won't miss you for too long. You return to your gentle rubs, hoping a scale or two will just flake off while you do it. She sure does seem to enjoy the attention. "It is quite pleasant to have some company," she admits softly. "Dragons are known to be solitary creatures, but there are times when they crave companionship."

You tilt your head. "Glad I could help." You press a bit more firmly, leaning into the areas that seem to make her happiest with her growls and sighs. "Your scales really are something else. They're softer than most others, and they shimmer like rubies in the sunlight."

"I'm glad you think so highly of me," she murmurs. "Even if I am certain you have no idea what other dragon scales feel like." She casually rolls over, pinning you with a chuckle. "That would take some doing." She holds you under her tail, still chuckling at you.

You gasp and wiggle, but her heavy weight keeps you still. "What's your name?"

"For you?" She leans in, snout to snout. "Mistress, and don't forget it." Her eyes close as she rumbles with pleasure.

"Mistress? But I'm not—" Your heart is racing.

"Shh, I didn't say you could talk." She keeps you beneath her, her hands holding you quite possessively. "You're mine now. Be happy, I take good care of my toys. I'll groom you, feed you, and in time, we'll become closer. You'll come to love me as I love you."

It sounds a little like an imprisonment, but at least she's taking care of you.

You aren't entirely sure how to take this, but you won't be getting that scale back to Pinkie.

The End.