"I'll help."

The dragon snorts with pleasure as he hears your agreement to assist with his poopy posterior, and he rears up a little again to present his erection to you, not that you had any further doubts of how excited he was by this prospect.

"What a nice little human!" the dragon beams as he turns around, placing a foreclaw across your shoulder. You're **** to your knees by the unexpected pressure, and you can feel the warmth of his claw pad through your thin white shirt, before he presses his snout to your forehead in another nuzzle, "I wouldn't want to ruin those clothes of yours, so it's best if you strip first."

You stand for a moment nervously, but the dragon waits patiently before cocking his head to one side.

"Is something wrong, little friend? Let me help you," he grips your trousers between two claw tips, giving them a firm tug and sending them about your waist, then fumbles with the buttons of your long underwear.

"Such strange clothing you humans wear!" the dragon grunts as he tries to pinch a button undone but the tips of his claws are too large to afford him any purchase on the smooth little wooden face, "Pah! You had best handle the rest yourself. I do so dislike these buttons."

You take off your vest, shirt, and then unfasten your underwear halfway before recalling your boots. The dragon continues speaking as you unlace them, enjoying the conversation even if it is a bit one-sided.

"I do so love that about anthros, since they only ever wear simple clothing. You just give a little pull and that scrap of cloth around their privates comes right off. Same for that bit the females sometimes wear across their chest area. Just a little tie in the back. But with you humans, there's always all this extra clothing- things on your feet, things on your heads, things on the lower parts of your legs. It's very silly."

You begin to protest the practical necessity of clothing, but the dragon raises a claw and continues.

"Yes, yes, I understand it is because you need it for warmth and don't have scales or fur, et cetera, et cetera, but it certainly makes for more of a hassle when playing with one of you, that much is certain."

As you finally stand there before him a moment, naked, you make a quick glance back towards the hyena guards at the gate, not really wanting an audience. But they're both busy trying to communicate with a shrew couple who doesn't speak the language, and even if they weren't, you doubt they'd care much anyway. Probably, you consider as you turn back to find the dragon lying on his back as he observes you, pulling at his arousal with a claw, they would be reacting in much the same way.

"Um... do you want me to lay down, or...?"

"No need, I shall handle the rest, my friend," the dragon stands up swiftly, turning just as quickly as his tail sweeps into the air and sends a little rush of wind through your hair from the motion, his filthy bottom looming in your face for a small instance before his fat backside comes sinking down onto you with a loud squish! He purrs for a few moments, just sitting there with his anus feeling hot and sticky on the very edge of your nose, as you try not to inhale too deeply the smells coming off his pucker and surrounding rump-scales. His entire body, in fact, is incredibly warm and smooth to the touch, his underscales feeling like snakeskin or a fish, and you can feel an even more intense heat just below your navel where his ball sac is resting against you. With a pleased grunt, the huge dragon begins to shift his bottom side to side, scooting across you as you feel his incredible weight pressing you into the grass. You were so bewildered and excited by the whole situation, you didn't stop to consider how heavy a grown dragon would feel on top of you, but now you certainly couldn't move an inch no matter how hard you tried.

Which unfortunately might be nice at the moment as the big beast's scooting and rubbing is having his desired effect, the sticky muck of his butt smearing across your bare chest and chin and nose and forehead as the dragon shifts slowly to and fro. The warm dung sticks readily to your skin, despite how quickly you're starting to sweat from all of his body heat, and his rear and anus are feeling a little oily as he rubs his own sweat off onto you along with his poop. As the outlying streaks are brushed across your chest and shoulders, dragon unfortunately has taken a liking to really rubbing that anus into your face, and as he presses and grinds down across your features, you wonder if all dragon butt holes are the size of a person's head. You hear him mumble something about keeping your mouth shut while he wipes, though at this point it's a little late for the warning and his dung is getting everywhere anyway. He begins to scoot laterally on top of you after wiping back and forth for a few minutes, and as you hear a moan followed by heavy panting, you realize he's pleasuring himself across your legs. His balls radiate incredible heat and you feel his sweat pooling across your stomach and trickling into your navel and down your loins as he rubs across you. This also serves to shift some of the concentration of dragon dung from your nose to your chin, though your poor nose is so overwhelmed at this point it does nothing to help with the smell.

Shuckk, thwap, schlutcch, whup, shukk, skluttch...

The sounds of the dragon's humping mix with the suckling sounds of his anus as he continues for several minutes more, and now you're convinced he's done trying to actually clean his butt and is just scooting around on you for his own pleasure. You feel a little bit of heat and moisture down the side of your thigh coupled with a soft moan somewhere above. Then, the dragon lumbers off of you slowly, pressing his pucker one last time to give your whole face a goodbye "kiss" before standing. He smiles down at you, extending a claw to help you to your feet. You blink as your eyes readjust to the afternoon sunlight after spending... however long that was... under his butt. Your arms, chest, and mostly your face are smeared with sticky dragon poop and there's even a spot or two closer to your belly. You brush some of the filth from your face with the backs of your hands, that side not dirty since they were laying palm upwards in the grass, and spit to make sure you don't have any on your lips, though when you snort you feel a tiny speck flying from your nostrils. You notice with a bit of bashfulness a little spot of dragon cum on your thigh.

"I didn't want to get all the way off, since I think we ought to have some more fun later," the dragon explains, lifting a hind leg and turning to show you the sticky tip of his erect penis, "Just a little spurt, to show you how much I was enjoying your company, human."

He purrs and leans in to give you a big sniff, recoiling with an exaggerated expression and fanning a claw before his snout.

"Phew! You certainly stink like my rump now, though!" he holds his big belly with a foreclaw as it jiggles from his pleased laughter, "If you will follow me, I can show you to a stream where you can get cleaned up. Actually..." he gestures with a claw to a patch of trees in the distance, "It's just through there, if you'd care to follow? Or..."

He leans his face in close, his nostrils flaring a little as they snort from his own dirty stink he rubbed into you, "Why not accompany me back to my room at the inn? It's built for dragons and smaller friends, so I'm sure you would find it quite comfortable. And I regret to inform you I don't have that coin I promised you on me at the moment; I just flew out here to poop, after all."

You've never heard of a dragon doing anyone harm without **** cause, but you have a very strong feeling he's going to have more fun with you if you return with him to his rooms. A gold coin could buy a really nice meal, or maybe even a new shirt, and who knows what else he might be willing to share if you join him?