Pressing the button by the door to the briefing room, I strode with my chest puffed out to put on the best air of authority I could manage. There were only two cadets inside who abruptly stood and saluted when I entered, both of their gazes flicking downwards. Not many people wear pants on this ship, thanks to the eccentricities of the captain, so most of the men go bottomless or, in my case, with just a pair of white briefs to preserve my modesty. The blue shirt of my uniform bore only a few wrinkles, but was undecorated aside from the lieutenant's epaulettes on the shoulders.

I wasn't sure what a couple of cadets were doing in the briefing room, but I tapped the edge of the datapad I was holding on the big central table to get their attention, and then jerked my thumb towards the door to indicate for them to get out. "We need the room. Captain's orders," I told them, hoping the appeal to authority would be enough. I'm not particularly tall or imposing, but then again, neither is the Captain.

"Yes, Lieutenant Yira, sir!" one of them said, tearing his eyes away from my crotch to give a proper salute and exit. Both of them pushed past the two men who were filing in behind me: both fellow dragons of one sort or another.

This sort of thing isn't particularly common, but not exactly rare either. It all started when we were in the captain's personal lounge having a mixture of a contest and a punishment for those present. It's jokingly known among the crew as the 'Holding Cell' for a reason: it's always well-stocked with drinks and the nearest bathroom is off in the next section. I'm reasonably sure this method of rapport-building isn't in the officer's manual anywhere, but the Captain does it, and it does work, so I follow his lead. We had been gathered there when an ensign had brought the Captain a report on the datapad I was presently holding, one that required urgent attention. It was immediately delegated to me while the Captain remained behind, and that's what brought me to the briefing room this time.

The big screen on the far wall was off, and in its black surface I could see myself: my scales mostly blue, with darker back sections and white around my neck and crotch, and a mane of blonde fur. I reached up and ran a hand through it to smooth it out before turning to face the others, pressing my legs together as I did, since none of us had been able to relieve ourselves after being dismissed by the Captain.

The first of the two men with me was Shiu, with blue scales and a sea-green underside, a teal mane running all the way down his back to the end of his tail, matching the tufts of fur at the ends of his whiskers. Though he had become an Ensign some time back, he was still known as a very skilled pilot, and even more relevantly for this mission, as a water dragon he was uniquely suited for water-based infiltration. His briefs remained white for the time being around the bulge underneath them, though once he entered he shifted from foot to foot in place; one of my the Captain's frequent opponents and one of the few who could hold his bladder as well as him, it was always difficult to tell which of the two would win on any given day, and more than once I had placed a side bet with someone whenever there was a group up in the Holding Cell... though guessed wrong as often as I got it right.

Finally, towering over both myself and Shiu, was Fyreus, a hulking brute of a dragon – or so he looked, anyway, his black scales covering bulging muscles, with not a single scrap of clothing on his body, not that any of our uniforms could possibly hope to contain his enormous frame. His claws, mane, horns, wings and tail-tip were all bright orange-red like hot iron, yet despite his fearsome appearance he was really more of the quiet and serious type than anything else. Shiu and I had been up in the Holding Cell by choice, or at least by invitation, but Fyreus had been ordered by the captain to join in to serve out a punishment. That punishment was the reason why he was currently walking with both hands between his legs, pressed against the slit under his briefs, his stance betraying the desperation that did not show in his face. I am sure he still considered it preferable to the alternative punishment of scrubbing all the Deck 7 air filters by hand. It was good fortune for us that he would also be useful for 
this mission, with his knowledge of explosives.

I walked over to the head of the big table in the middle of the briefing room and slotted the datapad into a dock by the big screen on the wall furthest from the door. The other two spread out around the big table, electing to stand rather than sit. I am sure Fyreus would have looked ridiculous trying to sit in such tiny chairs, assuming they even held his weight. Though I was doing my best not to show it, all three of us were bursting to piss after our interrupted stay in the Holding Cell, so I was quite sure that I would have to call for a cleaning crew when we were done. At least I had the authority to make someone else present do it to save myself the embarrassment.

I brought up a map of the system we were in, and leaned on the edge of the big table with both hands, crossing my legs to subtly put pressure on my cock, my thighs rubbing up against the pubic fur under my briefs a little bit. Far more subtly than Fyreus's squirming, certainly. Despite an unmoving and stony expression, Fyreus seemed completely incapable of staying still for even a moment, constantly either shifting from one foot to the other, pressing his hands against his loins, or visibly tensing his muscles to stave off a wave of desperation. Shiu was marginally better, making his movements look a little more natural than the frantic hopping Fyreus was engaged in, his hands at his sides rather than on his crotch for the moment so that he could pretend he wasn't nearly as desperate as he was. Hiding it was half the fun, after all, or at least that was what the Captain always told us.

"Okay, you two," I said to get their attention, "Around, uh..." I took a quick glance at the datapad. "...0300 Standard our scouts located what they thought was a munitions depot, but further reconnaissance has found that it is actually a fully operational factory." I glanced over at Fyreus, who looked back at me with a stoic expression despite how much he was twisting his hips back and forth, both hands firmly pressed to his crotch. "Is something wrong, Fyreus?"

"No, sir," he grunted, the clear desperation in his posture not reaching his voice. He could keep a poker face, that was for sure. Maybe with a bit of practice he could face off against the captain and Shiu directly. It'd certainly make the betting more interesting. "Sir, is it... really necessary for me to... continue the punishment in this situation?" he asked me, one eye twitching for just a moment. He had to be at his breaking point.

"The captain ordered it, so only the captain can un-order it," I replied with a sympathetic shrug. "And if I let you skip on his punishment, then I'll be on the hook too. So, sorry, but you have to stick it out."

"Y... Yes, sir..." he grunted, eye twitching again, hands clutching at his cock.

"Sorry," I repeated, straightening up a bit, keeping my eyes on him for a moment longer. Despite his determination, I saw his wings tremble visibly as his body shuddered, and though he remained stone-faced, I could hear a hissing sound from his direction, soon followed by the dripping of liquid onto the metal floor beneath us. Leaning over and looking under the table, it was easy to see the spreading yellowing of his briefs as a torrent of urine escaped him. Despite having both hands still between his legs, which in turn were squeezed together tightly, his bladder was emptying out against his will, spilling between his legs and down onto the floor in a little yellow waterfall, spreading out in a puddle.

Yet, the whole time, his expression remained stoically unchanged, even as he squirmed and danced in a futile attempt to get his body back under control. I had to give him credit for that. "You did pretty well," I tried to reassure him, "But you'll have to do better if you want to succeed around here."

"Yeah," Shiu chimed in, "You don't see me pissing myself, do you?" His teasing was ironically accompanied by him bouncing in place with both legs held tightly together, and he knew it, wearing a wide grin that made his whiskers perk up. "Follow the... nnh... examples of your superior officers."

"Exactly," I agreed, also squirming in place as I spoke. "I'm half your size and can last longer than you. If I can do it, you can do it."

"But sir," Fyreus objected, teeth gritting, unwilling to give in even as the puddle around his feet continued to spread, "This only happened because of the Captain's punishment...!"

"I know, but as he likes to say, 'Punishments are an essential source of discipline.' He won't cancel or postpone them if they become inconvenient." I winced and bounced in place a little bit, having to put my advice on pause for a moment as I squeezed at my cock through my briefs, the heel of my palm brushing my pubes through the thin fabric. "Nnh... and he's always telling us that the enemy won't let you stop what you are doing to go piss, so you'd better learn how to avoid making a mess of yourself."

He took a deep breath, and reluctantly conceded, another shiver running through his body. If he picked up on the contradiction between his situation and the fact that I was highly unlikely to leave the room without making a puddle of my own, he did not comment on it.

I straightened back up, trying to look as respectable as I could with my legs entangled. The Captain always did a much better job of it than I could manage. "As I was saying," I went on, speaking over the sound of Fyreus's piss splashing onto the floor, turning in place to gesture at the screen without uncrossing my legs, "We have to take this place out, and we'll be out of range soon, so we need to act fast." I had to move back to the table to push a button to change the display, and I couldn't quite stop myself from bouncing in place as I did, pressing my legs together.

The display was on a map of the facility and the area around it. I walked back over, my right hand squeezing the bulge in my briefs as I gestured to a marked point on the map with my left. "We'll have some scouts take up position here to act as spotters for you," I explained, turning back around. Shiu?"

The ensign had been paying attention, though the shifting and squirming where he stood was obvious. "Yes, sir?" he replied.

"Are you holding out okay over there? You look ready to burst," I remarked as he shifted back and forth, even though I was also moving from foot to foot. The irony was not lost on me. I just wanted to outlast him, but I wasn't sure if I could do it.

"I'm doing fine, sir," he answered unconvincingly, pressing his legs together firmly as he forced himself to go still, trying not to let his desperation show. I glanced at Fyreus, whose legs were still dripping, though I couldn't hear any more hissing of his stream. I couldn't be sure if he had run dry or gotten his bladder back under control, but going by the sheer size of the puddle around his feet, it was probably the former.

Nodding, I picked up where I left off, switching which hand was gripping my cock and squeezing more tightly at it through my briefs, rustling my pubic fur through the fabric. "You'll be going down in person for this one," I told Shiu, pointing at the map. "There's a lake on this side of the facility and a river that flows through it. They're probably using it for cooling. You'll need to swim under the surface and get inside to let the others in through a back entrance." My repeated mentioning of water was not helping either of us, and I saw him squirm again as I crossed my legs more tightly than before.

"Back entrances are my specialty," he joked, forcing a grin even as he had to hold a hand between his legs and clutch at his cock through his briefs. "Nngh... won't it be guarded?"

"The scouting report says that the guard is minimal on that side, but there is a grate in the water. So, take an underwater torch and cut your way in." Despite my own determination not to show my desperation too much, I could feel myself approaching the limit of my endurance. All I could hope for was to outlast Shiu, and it was impossible to really say how long he might manage. I didn't feel like I was going to make it.

"What about me?" Fyreus asked, raising one dripping wet hand to get my attention.

I turned back towards the map on the wall, though I had to steady myself for a moment, leaning on the wall with one hand as the other squeezed the bulge in my briefs more tightly. "You..." I began, pausing to take a breath before trying again, feeling my bladder protest at how long I had been denying its release. "You will wait for Shiu to let you in, then set charges on this building here." A strong pang of desperation hit me at just that moment, and instead of gesturing, I had to grasp at my crotch with both hands, squeezing just one eye shut tightly as I tried to remain composed.

"On your dick?" Shiu joked, bouncing a little in place with his legs tightly together.

"N-no," I stammered, straightening up again, though keeping my hands between my loins. Glancing over at Shiu, I could see he wasn't doing much better, rocking back and forth in place with one hand over the other to squeeze his cock against himself. Glancing at the map, I opted to instead direct, "The building at sector C-7. It's the munitions storehouse. The exterior is hardened but if you can get inside..."

"Chain reaction," Fyreus murmured, nodding. The way both Shiu and I were clutching at ourselves, there was likely to be another chain reaction soon. "It'd level the whole place."

"Exactly," I agreed, taking a heavy breath. "I'll... make sure there's cover for you," I told them, bouncing frequently from foot to foot as I stood next to the wall display. "A squadron will... cause a commotion at the other end of the base to... draw them away."

"Yes, sir," Fyreus acknowledged, saluting with his wet hand, sending a stray droplet of piss flying off to the side.

"Give him some backup if you can, Shiu," I instructed, letting go of myself with one hand gesture towards him from across the table.

He was struggling visibly, his legs quivering as he bounced in place, bending and unbending his knees as he tried and failed to hide his desperation. "Y-Yes, sir," he managed to force out. How was he still holding on? There was no way I could outlast him... at least, not unless I played a little dirty.

"Hey, uh, Shiu, you'll make sure you piss before the mission, right?" I asked rhetorically, bouncing on both feet now as I clutched at my crotch. I could just barely feel dampness at the tip of my cock seeping through the fabric, and I squeezed harder. "It'll be a long swim through the water, and up the river. It appears there's a waterfall further along to the northeast... a big one too, about two thousand tons of water rush over it every second..."

"Fuck...!" he grunted, his legs trembling, eyes closed.

"Something wrong, Shiu?" I asked, even though I was trembling. "You're a water dragon, nnh... you're a great swimmer. You're a natural in the water." My left  hand gripped at my cock as I leaned on the table with my right, and just as well – I felt a brief splash of hot urine against my hand. Just a tiny bit, but still a leak. I had no doubt that Shiu's consternation was from a similar situation, and I saw his tail flick as he gritted his teeth, barely hanging on.

"It's just a leak!" he protested, even though I couldn't see the wet spot on his pants. Determined, he insisted, "I can still...!"

"I'm sure you can," I told him, doing my best to remain as stoic as I could. "You're way better at holding it in than I am, even when you could just let it go at any moment and save yourself the discomfort...""

Any retort he was going to offer was cut off as he groaned and shuddered. His hands returned to his crotch, but too late, as I could see the wetness of the fabric spreading and heard his stream shooting through the thin white fabric to strike the floor in front of him for a brief moment until his hands covered it up. "Aww, fuck, I was sure I was going to win...!" he groaned under his breath, his legs getting soaked on the insides as piss poured down them, and unlike Fyreus's, his stream seemed to also pour back and down the underside of his tail until it dropped onto the floor quietly.

"Is everything all right, Shiu?" I asked with a slight bit of irony in my voice, though it was incredibly difficult to not join him; my bladder was screaming for release of its own, and I had to stand with my legs crossed around my hand, bouncing up and down in place.

"Just following your suggestion, sir!" Shiu replied, eyes still closed tightly as he trembled, barely remaining standing, shivering heavily. "You told me to... go before the mission..." Piss continued to pour down his legs even after he exhaled, shivered once more, and tipped back his head to let out a sigh, indicating that he had finished.

"Technically, I guess," I remarked, taking a step back. "Anyway, those are your orders," I said, addressing both of them, giving them firm looks even as I barely held in my piss, squirming and bouncing heavily on one foot. Swallowing heavily, I went on, "Take whatever you need from... the quartermaster. You will depart... as soon as you are ready. Any...?"

I almost made it, but there was a heavy surge of desperation at that moment, one far too strong for me to fight. I made no sound besides a small grunt, yet sank to my knees as I felt my exhausted abdominal muscles give in, feeling warmth and wetness spray against my hand and spread out over my lap, soaking through my briefs and drenching them. "Nngh, I can't... hold it any more..." I managed to force out even as excess piss poured down my thighs, a puddle growing underneath me. It spread over my briefs as well, soaking my lap and matting my pubic fur against myself I tried half-heartedly to hold it back and stop it, but I had passed the point of no return, and clenching my muscles served only to weaken my flow for barely a second at a time.

Opening one eye, I caught sight of Shiu groping at himself, not fully masturbating but nonetheless teasing himself to the sight, while Fyreus watched with his usual stony face. I felt a shiver run along me all the way out to my tail tip, and I had to shut my eyes again for a moment, my knees buckling a little as I kept spraying piss against my own hand, where it dripped off or poured further down my legs. My briefs were utterly drenched on the front, and were probably almost see-through in the middle by now.

"...at least I won," I murmured a moment later, panting in recovery. Rising to my feet, my legs continued to drip my own golden fluid onto the floor, adding to the puddle underneath me. "Any questions?" I asked, and when there were none, I went on, "Then we're done here. Before you go, though... Shiu?"

Shiu took his hand off the tent in his briefs to salute. "Yes, sir?"

"Call a cleaning team in here for me, please," I instructed, taking the datapad with my one dry hand and scurrying towards the door to leave.
