In the town, outside the bar stood a crowed of people. This was almost an everyday occurrence ever since Royal Margarine Cookie had moved in. He would wait outside the bar for drunk, desperate, or just horny woman (or men- who am I to judge-) to come up to him and complement him.

This would boost his already grand ego as well as give him a chance to get with somebody. Which as of late, surprisingly, he hadn't been with anyone. At least not long term. Which he was fine with, he was mainly in it for the entertainment and ego boost.

But today...

Today was a bit different. The self-proclaimed dragon rider was still doing what he usually did, but someone a bit bold was in the crowed today

"Ride the dragon then, since you are a 'dragon rider'!"

Royal Margarine Cookie tries to reason with the person, since he was a pussy and was actually quite afraid of riding dragons. Not buttercream specifically (the wyvern always at his side), but just in general. He had always been afraid of dragons, drakes, wyrms, wyverns, all of the sorts. The fact that he had found buttercream was a complete coincidence

The person in the crowed persist, which soon influences some others to say things such as 'ride the dragon, coward!' or 'I doubt he can even mount her!'. This random small inconvenience felt a lot bigger to someone who barely had any difficulty due to his charms and handsome looks being able to get him out of most situations

"Well, if you all insist, I shall ride buttercream.."

Reluctantly, he places a hand on his beloved wyvern, swinging a leg over her bulky body. Buttercream remains well behaved, as usual. As he sits himself on top the reptile, he let out a small breath, glad he was still alive and that Buttercream didn't suddenly turn hostile on him.

"Ok, now fly her!"

Another voice from the crowed calls out. He gulps, looking down at his companion, who looked confused and curious on why her owner looked so nervous. He tugs on Buttercream, hoping to make her fly up a few off the ground, but the tug panics the dragon, in which causes her to try and throw off the supposed 'threat' on her back

"AAAAHAHAAAAAA-!!! BUTTERCREAM!!"

The man let out a rather feminine shriek, wrapping his arms around the wyvern's neck as she tried to hurl him off, which she soon does successfully. As he hits the concrete, he lets out a 'oof'. He lays there for a moment, sighing before pushing himself right back up, dusting off his mildly dirty clothing.

He looks around at the crowed, a subtly sheepish smirk on his face. He felt Buttercream soon calm, sitting down next to him, like she usually does

"Ah, it seemed Buttercream was a bit shy today, eh..?"

*The charismatic cookie lets out a small chuckle, pouring the blame onto his wyvern, though it was obvious he didn't really know how to ride a reptile in anyway, shape, or form.