Talk with the dragon

You came to Dragon Village as much for the dragons as to find a job, you consider, and spending a few minutes to say hello won't hurt anything; it isn't as though you need to enter town right away, since it's only the middle of the afternoon. And even if what this dragon wants turns out to be really gross... if you can get a little money out of it and there's no harm done, is that the worst way to start your time in the city?

"I'll return in a few minutes," you say to the right hyena, "Well, probably."

"Probably sounds about right, yeh," he chuckles and then waves a paw dismissively, "We already checked ya, so yore good t'enter whenever. Just come back t'the gate when yore wanting in."

The dragon smiles and purrs as you approach, showing his large fangs momentarily. This latter gesture is a bit intimidating and as you instinctively slow your approach he rests his head on his foreclaws and observes you mildly. He stands back up again as you draw near, and towers over you- indeed as large as a caravan wagon, you've never seen any creature as big as he is. He stops scratching himself with a back leg and presses his huge snout against you when you draw close enough, giving a gentle nuzzle over your shirt and vest before pressing his warm nostrils to your forehead. His scales feel like smooth leather on your skin, warm to the touch. The dragon gives you a quick sniff and snickers. Your own nose wrinkles as the stink from his fresh dung wafts towards you.

"Someone's been played with by a rat, I smell," he chuckles and stamps a foreclaw on the ground with a little boom.

"It was... the night before last, yes," You look down at the ground in embarrassment but the dragon places his chin in your hair and cups a claw tip under your own chin, encouraging you to look back into the shiny blue pools of his eyes.

"But there's nothing wrong with having a little fun, is there? No need to feel ashamed about that," the dragon's voice is deep yet gentle, reminding you strangely of the warmth of the campfire from the night before.

"No, I suppose not," you meet his gaze slowly, "I mean... of course not."

"That's a better attitude, now, surely," the dragon purrs and smiles once more, "And in that spirit of fun and friendship, I was wondering if you might do me a little favor, human?"

Before waiting for your response, the massive reptile turns and raises his thick tail, presenting you with his wide hindquarters. Poop smears the beige scales of his backside in a wide swath almost down to his balls, and you can just barely make out the pink folds of his anus under all that brown. The smell from this angle, uncomfortably close to your face, causes you to cough and groan, backing up a few paces. The dragon sways his rump and chuckles, backing up to match your steps, but carefully still, so as not to back into you. You're fairly certain you can guess what he's wanting before he asks:

"Would you mind helping me clean my rear? Those little leaves and even that new... toilet paper they have nowadays doesn't leave me feeling very clean," he takes another step back cautiously so he's looming right over you, and if he squatted could brush the very tip of your nose with that grimy tail-hole, "Besides... it is always more pleasurable to wipe oneself on someone a little smaller..."

He raises himself on the tips of his hind-claws to provide you a clearer view of his balls and penis, quickly growing erect in anticipation.

"Umm..." you back off a few paces, the stink coming off his dirty rump is overwhelming your nostrils.

"Would you say yes if I were to give you a lovely golden coin for your help?" the dragon asks, shaking his hindquarters side to side in front of your face.