Enter the town

You look over in the dragon's direction for a moment before shouting out, "Sorry, but I've really got to get going."

It isn't entirely true, but judging by what the hyena just said, it might be better to go in and explore the town than risk being under a dragon's dirty rear. Of course, that's really very liable to happen to you inside the gates as well, but... no sense in chancing it now by remaining outside, right?

"Alright then," the dragon replies flatly, and you can almost see his frown in the distance.

You turn back and nod to the hyena guards, and the one on the left raps on the heavy oaken gates with his paw, as he shouts, "One to come in! Open 'er up!"

There is a shuffling of footpaws, the sound of a wench being turned on the other side, and then the massive doors begin to shift and creak inwards, as the chain opening them shuffles and clangs. You thank the hyena guards and go inside, overwhelmed once more as the enormity of the city seems to spring up all around you with every step. Again, you are caught transfixed by the frantic energy of it all, and are stuck staring around a moment. Alleyways lead off in every direction, crowds of humans and anthros of all sizes bustle and throng a nearby intersection, a weasel pulls a cart full of turnips past you before veering down a side street, bound for the marketplace. A woman in rags sits begging beneath a window as another woman of means hangs out her laundry to dry overnight. An old leopard excuses himself as he bumps into you, making his way through the crowd by means of a cane. A mother shouts to her children to hurry along, begging the forgiveness of several pedestrians whom they almost trip as they tag one other through the crowd. And then you hear the thudding of the gate as it shuts behind you once again, and you are pulled back from your daze and realize, with some trepidation, that you do not have any sort of map of the town's interior.

This appears to be a residential area for merchants and other higher class citizens, with the market being closer to the center of town. A few scattered shops include studios for artists and craftsmen, or vendors of high priced jewelry or exotic goods you can't afford anyway. Looking down a central alley and a little upward, you can see Landsing Unversity towering in splendor on its hillock. To the northwest, past the poorer district of town with its squat drab huts, lies fields used for farming and you can see rows of neatly tended crops as a man on horseback leads his cattle out through the western town gate to graze in the outlying fields; somewhere in that direction are probably the dragon stables the fabled Windbourne Riders utilize, likely further out so as not to panic any of the sheep or cattle. At a shout from a nearby alley, you see a rough-looking walrus arguing directions with a smaller turtle, who shrugs and shakes his head; that must be to the east, in the direction of the ports. You probably can't afford any of the nicest Inns in this area, so you decide to head a little further towards the town center to see about more reasonable accommodations that might cater to students and any visiting staff of the University.

People arguing, a merchant shouting about the affordability and quality of his pottery as he carts it to market, a man preaching about the virtues of Parkesh, the Spirit of Generosity, on a street corner fill your ears along with the sounds of countless conversations, the cawing of crows, and the clattering of wooden wheels as goods make their way from workshops to market stalls. You make your way past the first of many taverns just as a large lion stumbles out and nearly knocks you over, his golden fur brushing your arms as he belches loudly in your face. Your nose wrinkles at the sour stench and you cough and back off as the lion laughs and mumbles an apology, patting a large paw across your shoulder. You wonder about having a drink yourself as you continue down the streets before you watch a large eastern dragon trotting out of another tavern which is clearly built to dragon specifications. With a large yawn and undulating whiskers, the fluffy creature raises a hind leg and begins peeing on a nearby wall, blinking languidly a few times as he smacks his lips and empties his giant bladder. He finishes and heads back into the bar, eliciting reactions from almost no one else. As you round the next corner, wondering how close you are to the market now that you can hear but not see the merchants hawking their goods, you're stopped by a large black paw with long claws patting your head.

"Aww, human, just wot I needed! Hope you don't mind..." you have only a moment to look up at the fat badger towering almost eight feet over you and wide enough to block the alley without much effort, before he turns around and shows you his fluffy black buttocks. He's naked except for the loincloth around his waist, so as he raises his tail and parts his cheeks with a large paw, there's nothing to stop the musky stink from hitting you full in the face. You struggle for an instant as he pushes you towards his crevasse with a paw on the back of your head, but you aren't nearly as strong as him, so face first you go into the badger's big bum.

Frammmppptt! Prruppppt!

The musky mammal releases a bubbly fart followed by a shorter wet burst right up your nose, holding your face between his cheeks and pressing your nose to his hole. The smell of his butt mixes with those of his farts to produce a ripe stench that smells a little like eggs and bad vegetables. The badger sighs and holds your face between his fluffy black cheeks, clenching his sweaty rear on either side of your head a few moments as the smells from his farts linger and takes the time to rub your nose against his wet wrinkled pucker. Once he's satisfied and the smell has gone away, he forces out another little squeak of a toot, rubs your face in it a moment more, then releases his paw from the back of your head, allowing you to pull your face from his rump. You shake your head and grimace, the smell of his butt lingering in your nostrils, as the badger places his paws on his fat belly and chuckles. You can see he's aroused through his loincloth, so it isn't surprising when he reaches a paw into the bulge and starts masturbating.

"Ahh, thanks, friend. Nothing like a little face in yer ass when you need to fart, yeh?" the badger ruffles your hair with his free paw, grinning down at you.

"I, uh, wouldn't really know..." you shake your head as he laughs again.

"Well! Someone's not spent much time around us bigger folks, that much I can tell!" the badger pats his paw on your shoulder, winking at you as he does, "You can find me in the Wellwater Tavern if y'feel you oughta change that, though. Plentya room at the ajoinin' Inn as well, and plentya larger anthros who'd love some human company..."

He gives you a grin as you continue on your way to the town center, emerging in the marketplace. The vendors are selling just about every type of good you could want, from dried foods to clothing, but as you reach into your purse, you see you're down to your last few pieces of copper. You could probably get some cheap food at a cookery somewhere around here, but it might be better to spend it at an Inn. As you're considering where to go, a whistle and the sounds of revelry come from around the corner as a group of anthros and humans head to see what all the commotion is about.