In the deep, treacherous darkness of the city sewer, there was the splashing of footsteps on the submerged walkway. A steady muttering could be heard, echoing off the damp walls. 

"This is fine, this is fine. Every adventure starts with a rat slaying quest in the sewer or two. It's just the dues of being an adventurer."

Fuzzy ears pricked up. Beady eyes watched as a corona of light came around a corner. In the middle of it was a vulpine adventurer, holding a lantern in one hand and a short sword in the other. He was dressed in cheap padded armour, though there were a few pieces missing.

"Yes, it's stinky. Yes, it's dark. Yes, it's gross." He muttered as he moved. "All the greatest heroes have had their fair share of walking through sewers, looking for rats."

Red eyes glowed at him from large pipes. The surface of the stagnant, muddy waterway rippled unnaturally. Feet scampered in the darkness.

The novice hero failed to notice any of this, in his efforts not to slip on the stained stones. For all he was aware, this section of sewer was devoid of life. 

When a heavy tread sounded behind him, he turned to it with relief. 

"Hey! Are you with the guild?" He called out, shining his lantern forth. "Seen any... rats...?"

He stared up at the tall, red-eyed rodent in the suit of well-fitting chainmail. 

"Um!" The vulpine wannabe hero raised his sword, only for it to get knocked out of his hand. It landed with a sad little [i]plop[/i] in the sewage, sinking to the bottom. Other giant rat-kin had crept out from odd corners, leaving the fox utterly surrounded. "E-Err..."

Within a moment he was captured and bound, greasy cords tied tightly across his arms. Fuzzy paws grabbed him tight and pulled him across the chamber, carrying through a hidden alcove to a deeper part of the sewers. 

The rats had blocked off the water flow, so there was nothing to clean the slurry that leaked continuously through the pipes. The rancid stench that pervaded the underground grew stronger the deeper they pulled him. Rat-kin moved everywhere, scurrying about with more purpose than he'd expect of brute monsters. Here and there were mud-caked figures scrabbling about on their hands and knees, or sticking their heads into the piles of muck, noisily eating it up. They smelled worse than anything.

The fox had totally lost his bearings, but he must be underneath the city center. A large chamber had been converted to an underground farm. Rat-kin in rough sackcloth clothing artfully tended the stinking mud, caring for the luminous fungi that bloomed in the dark. The novice couldn't tear his eyes away from their prismatic colours. 

One of the rats broke away from the group and picked a cap off of a pale blue mushroom. They came back, grabbed the fox by the face and forced the fungus into his mouth, clamping his maw shut until he swallowed. Once they had made sure he'd eaten it, they seemed to be satisfied. Most of the crowd drifted away. The big rat guard even untied his arms before wandering off. 

The fox was left standing alone in the noxious darkness, fearful for what they'd done to him. They didn't seem to be threatening him, so maybe he could find his way back to the guild.

He tried to retrace his steps through the squelching, scurrying darkness. He felt his way across the the slimy walls, trying to stay out of the way of the rats and the strange, shambling figures. 

The place was a maze to navigate, and it was only getting harder as a beautiful smell intruded on his consciousness. It was... indescribably alluring. Like a beautiful symphony for his nasal senses, a siren's song pulling him along by the snout. With a sniff he forgot all about heading outside, instead following the call of his nose. 

The smell led him more accurately than sight through the dark underground. He followed it until he came to a large, low chamber, full of moaning, panting figures.

They were all adventurers, some he'd met in the guild-house, others he only knew from the pictures in the stories detailing their exploits. 

There was Steadfast Yor'zha, the most well-respected paladin of the guild, kneeling down sucking the shit out of a pipe. With each gulp his tail wagged harder, and his red rocket throbbed with eager need. 

Next to him was the big bear barbarian, Groz. He was supposed to be exploring the mountains, but here he was, grunting as those huge brown cheeks parted around a dump thicker and longer than his thighs. It pushed out and coiled between his feet, presenting an amorous allure to the vulpine novice. Before he could get any ideas, one of the rat-kin attendants swooped in and gathered it up in his paws, carrying it by hand in the direction of the glowing farm. 

A little way off was the rabbit novice, Wik. He was mewling with pleasure as he was bounced up and down on firm rat dick, scraping the shit out of his hole. The rabbit's grey-furred member lurched and sprayed his eager seed on top of another unwary adventurer, who didn't stop sucking at their pipe. As the rat pulled him off and set him down, the rabbit eagerly started lapping up his own brown waste from the firm dick.

There was firm grunting as a robed avian he didn't recognise was sandwiched between two rat attendants. His beak was pulled roughly onto one dick while another scooped out his well-developed asshole. The way that cum was sprayed on the ground beneath him hinted that this wasn't the first time he'd experienced this. His eyes were rolled up in dazed, blissful pleasure.  

Dozens of adventurers were all packed in this space, at least half the bare asses were shit-stained, if not actually shitting. Brown muck leaked from the ceiling and the innumerable pipes, but it was lapped up just as quickly by enticed muzzles and maws. 

For the fox, his dick was already straining in his pants, his mouth panting his eager excitement. He [i]needed[/i] to join them.  There was a bare spot in the wall with a shit-dripping pipe. It called to him.

He knelt down, pressed his lips to it and started suckling the sweet ambrosia. His mind and body filled with perfect, serene bliss.

After a while, some rat-claws tugged and tore away his padded trousers, revealing his red-furred rump and stiff fox-dick. 

He didn't care.

He didn't care when his bowels clenched up around the deluge of sewage, pushing out a thick load of fox-fudge that was just as quickly scooped up by the attendants. 

All of it was just another part of the overwhelming pleasure and rightness. 

Here, in the company of heroes, was where he'd always known he belonged.

Deep in the sewers, the shit-farm grew.