So, there I was, minding my own business at the water park, taking a day off to just relax and unwind while traveling. I've always loved swimming – I'm a water dragon, after all – and as much as I dislike chlorinated water the largest body of water near that place was a river downstream from a chemical plant, so it was the lesser of two evils.

Anyway, this place had a huge water slide in one part of it. Really big, like, almost all the way to the ceiling, and it's this big green tube that twists around with a bunch of other, lesser water slides to the pool at the bottom where you splash down once the ride's over. You get up to the top with this big spiral staircase, so the line's pretty long, and they won't send more than one person down at a time. Since the slide itself is so long too that slows things down as well, so I kept checking as I swam around for a good opportunity. Eventually I spotted a time when the line was only long instead of really long, and climbed out to go get in line and wait while taking a break.

Waiting in line is hardly exciting, even moreso when the only thing I'm wearing is a speedo. Not that I mind it when other people are checking out my bulge, of course, but I can't let my mind wander too much or let my eyes linger on all the other hot guys with swimmer's muscles nearby or that already tight speedo's gonna get a lot tighter. So as I go up the big spiral staircase, I'm leaning on the railing, trying to think about other stuff and not stare at the ass of the twink in front of me – instead I try to think about what I'll do for dinner, what city I'll travel to after this one, and so on.

But just as I'm getting close to the top of the stairs, something drips on me. Now sure, this is a water park, but I'm way up at the top of a staircase. I couldn't be much further from the water if I tried. Was there a pipe leaking? More water drips on my head and I look up to get splashed by more of it, right on my muzzle, and it's immediately obvious from the smell – this isn't water. It's piss!

"What the fuck?" I blurted out, as most people would do in that situation. Don't get me wrong, I can enjoy a golden shower when it's from someone I know and I'm expecting it, but that doesn't mean I want some random guy pissing on me out in public. I moved back a little, still looking up, and saw that it was spilling over the edge of the stairs above and dripping down onto me. How was nobody up there noticing?

Then, I saw him. A dragon with blue scales in various shades, kinda on the slim side, with a big white mane that was almost dry after some earlier swimming. He had both hands between his legs, gripping some really distinctive swim trunks: bright yellow with black chevrons. Making his plight all the more obvious, he was squirming, trying for dear life to hold his bladder – and failing miserably, considering all of his urine spilling down over the steps. The two fox guys behind him were too busy talking to each other to notice him squirm, and the otter in front of him was paying more attention to the water slide entrance in front of him. The dragon's teeth were gritted, and he was quietly whining as he pissed himself. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Perhaps afraid that someone had noticed, he leaned over the edge of the railing and looked down, and I saw his face. He had one eye closed, grimacing in shame and from the lingering discomfort of a burstingly full bladder. His open eye met mine, and he opened both eyes wide, realizing he was busted. He quickly straightened back up, but I had seen what he looked like. Fortunately for him, the staff member at the water slide called "Next!" The line shifted forward, and I tried to ask the guy in front of me to let me get up there, but he refused, and I wasn't about to admit it was because I'd gotten pissed on. Well, if that guy thought he was going to get away that easily, he had another thing coming.

Abandoning my spot in the line, I headed back down the stairs, having to "excuse me" my way down the whole spiral staircase. I had a good view of that dragon when he hit the splash pool at the bottom of the slide, sending up a big wave, and he quickly swam his way to the side of the pool and climbed out, hurrying off back towards the locker rooms.

Once I got back to ground level I dove into the water, both to wash the guy's piss off me and also to catch up; I'm a fast swimmer. A few lashes of my tail and undulations of my body and I'm over at the other end of the pool, climbing out to go find this guy and give him a piece of my mind.

The locker rooms were pretty empty, thankfully. At this time of the day most people in the pool are gonna stay there but there won't be many coming in. I could hear the showers running, so that was my first stop, and a quick peek around the corner confirmed it: that same dragon was there trying to wash himself off and from the look of it, he was in a hurry. He was facing away from me, and also buck naked. That was one thing I always liked about swimming pool showers: nobody would judge you for strutting around with your dick out.

"Hey," I announced from the doorway to get his attention. He was alone, but he either thought I was talking to someone else or was hoping he could just ignore me. "Hey you, in the shower," I repeated.

The dragon couldn't ignore that one and turned his head to look over his shoulder at me. Poor bastard looked terrified, but then again, you would be too if someone taller and stronger than you that you'd just pissed on had caught up to you. If he'd known I was ex-military he probably would have pissed himself – metaphorically, of course. He'd already done it literally.

"Can I help you?" he asked, trying to play it cool, and also failing.

"Yeah, considering what you did to me," I grumbled.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied conspicuously, his eyes flicking aside in an obvious tell. He turned around to face me and I at least got an eyeful of him, his uncut cock hanging over the front of his balls. Smaller than me, but most guys are.

I lifted my gaze back to his face and gave him the hardest glare I could. "You're going to try and tell me it was some OTHER blue dragon on the water slide who pissed on me?" I demanded. I could forgive an accident but now he was just being stubborn.

"Y-Yeah. That sucks, but it wasn't me," he insisted. Either he thought I was stupid or he was stupid if he really thought that was going to convince anyone. "I wasn't even on the water slide."

Well, fine. I could up the ante. The fact that he'd been showering in the nude gave me an idea. I gave him another glare, but just muttered "I see," and turned away to return to the locker room.

See, while checking him out, I'd noticed that he wasn't wearing a locker key on his wrists. I was prepared to check every one, but fortunately, in his haste he had shut the door to his locker onto his swim trunks, and some of that bright yellow fabric with the chevrons was sticking out of one of them conspicuously. I opened it up and grabbed them, only realizing after I had done so that they probably weren't wet with just pool water. Well, whatever; I'd already had his piss on my head, getting some on my hand wasn't going to be much worse.

But before I went back, I stripped off my speedo and stuffed it into my locker. It always felt good to just let everything hang free, but this time it was going to be for a different purpose. Maybe he'd think twice about fucking with me if he could see what I was packing a little more clearly. And if not, well... I had a full bladder of my own ready to go.

I returned to the showers. "Hey," I called out again, and he turned to look at me. Going naked had done the trick: I immediately saw him stare at my cock, and I subtly shifted my legs apart to give him a better view of it. Only for a moment, though, before I held up his swimming trunks. "Recognize these?" I asked, giving them a little shake for emphasis.

He tore his gaze away from my dick and instead stared at the trunks. The look on his face confirmed it, but he still tried to deny that they were his with a simple "Nope."

"Then you don't mind if I take them and find out whose they are?" I followed up, losing patience. "'cause the guy that pissed on me was wearing 'em."

But he seemed fine with the prospect of losing them. "Uh, g-go ahead, they're not mine," he lied again unconvincingly.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Well, the guy who owns these didn't lock his locker, so I can take his car keys and find which car is his, and give him a little payback..."

That did it. His eyes widened, and just as I began to turn away, he lunged out from the shower and reached out as he hurried towards me. "H-Hey, you can't do that!" he protested in a panic.

I simply held the trunks up as bait, and he took it. He ran right on over and grabbed hold of them, which meant he was close enough for me to reach out and grab onto his dick with my other hand. Even though it had been flopping all over while he was rushing over, I still got a good hold on it, and he froze wide-eyed when I had him in my grasp.

"I know what you did," I growled to him, making it clear I was done playing his game. Letting go of the swimming trunks – I didn't want the damn things – I reached down and took hold of his sack with my now-free hand as I asked him, "Are you going to admit it now that I've got you by the balls?"

Normally when you threaten a guy's junk he'll relent but this guy was stubborn as fuck. "I-I didn't do it, i-it wasn't me," he stammered, still frozen in place, one hand tightly clutching his swim trunks.

So, I took a step closer. He backed away just a little, though he couldn't get very far with me having one hand on his cock and the other around his nuts, and I advanced on him again. Time to take a new approach. I let go of his balls but started to stroke his cock with my other hand, tugging his forescales down and then sliding them back over the tip. "You're a pretty terrible liar," I asserted, hoping to scare him into breaking. The more he lied, the worse it was gonna get for him.

He didn't respond, just staring in a wide-eyed panic, so I reached up with my free hand to the bush of white pubic fur around the base of his dick. It was wet from the shower and plastered against his body, and I ran a couple of fingers through it, tangling a little bit around my index finger. "You don't shave down here, do you?" I taunted, seeing how he would respond to that.

"N-no," he admitted, so at least he was capable of telling the truth when he wanted to. He looked down at me, and I shifted my hips to make my cock swing and catch his eye more, though he was probably double-checking to see if I had any pubes of my own – which I don't.

"Good, so you CAN tell the truth sometimes," I remarked, moving closer again and making him back up in turn. With him moving away from me I was able to shepherd him up against a nearby wall, and he looked even more panicked as he realized I had backed him into a corner. I kept teasing him too, gripping his shaft and stroking back and forth along its length, while stroking through his pubes with the fingers of my other hand, messing up the white fur and then straightening it back out again.

He squirmed against the wall, but I could feel him getting hard in my grasp, blood flowing to his cock however much he might not have wanted it to. I gripped him a little tighter and kept stroking, watching him wriggle in place, realizing he was trapped and at my mercy.

"Let's try this again," I told him firmly. "This is the cock that pissed on me, isn't it?" I gave his dick another firm stroke for emphasis, my hand thumping against his belly as I tugged down his forescales all the way.

He whined and stared up at the ceiling, embarrassed for getting aroused. "J-Just leave me alone," he pleaded, not answering the question. Well, it was progress compared to him lying so blatantly. Maybe, anyway.

"In a minute," I told him. Lifting up his dick, I pressed my thumb against his cockhead and then rolled the forescales back up over it, so that I could tease around inside of his forescales and also at the sensitive glans directly. Unsurprisingly, that hit him hard, and he let out a gasp, panting softly, still staring up at the ceiling. But he didn't give in, so it was going to fall to me to escalate again.

Well, if he wouldn't admit it, then I'd just get my revenge.

I took my hand away from his pubic fur and grabbed hold of my own cock, lifting it and taking aim. Fair was fair; he'd pissed on me, so I'd piss on him. Pointing my dick at him, I left my forescales forward so that when I started pissing it came out as a thicker and slower stream that pattered on his lower belly, soaking into his pubic fur and matting it against him.

He let out a yelp of surprise and looked down as my piss flowed downwards, between his legs and down his inner thighs. A familiar feeling after wetting himself earlier, I'm sure. I moved my aim to send the stream around a bit, splashing the base of his cock as I kept on teasing the tip of his cock with my thumb. He could end this at any time if he'd just admit to what he'd done.

"Wh-what the fuck?" he blurted out, mirroring my own complaint from earlier, ironically. "I don't want piss all over me!"

He had some real nerve. "I didn't want YOUR piss all over ME either," I snapped, "but here we are." Since he was still being stubborn, I kept moving my stream back and forth, pissing on his balls and soaking them before letting go of his cock. It bounced freely, standing stiff and proud despite its owner's embarrassment, so I hosed it down too, drenching it in my urine with a quick point of my dick.

He whined again, so I continued, "Don't be such a baby. The shower's right over there." Lifting my gaze to glare at him, I pointed out, "It's not like someone pissed on you while you were stuck in a line on the slide, or something like that..."

"I-I didn't..." he protested much more weakly, squirming against the wall behind him. He was really gonna ride this one out to the end, huh? I splashed his cock with piss again, my golden fluid dripping off of it, then soaked his pubes once more, the stream making a visible indentation in the fur on his crotch. But he'd held out so long that I ran out of piss, and though I let every bit of it splash onto him, even shaking my dick afterwards to give him the last few droplets, he still wouldn't just admit to what we both knew he had done.

He flattened himself against the wall, probably worried I wasn't done, but I took a step away and let go of my cock to let it flop back over my balls. "Go on," I told him, waving towards the shower. "I got my revenge. We're even now."

He looked at me in surprise, but then hurried back to the shower, where the water was still running after he had run out from it before. He stood facing the showerhead to wash my piss off of himself, looking embarrassed as he futilely tried to cover the hard-on he was sporting with one hand, as though I hadn't been the one who had made it that way.

Casually, I strode over to the shower next to him and turned it on, catching him by surprise judging by the way he looked over at me suddenly. I still had to wash myself too, after all. His gaze glanced down to my cock, half-hard after I'd gotten my revenge on him, and I flashed him a grin. It had been obvious he'd been staring at it.

But hey, he was cute. I had to at least let him know that he was off the hook now that I'd paid him back. "Now that that's out of the way," I told him in a far more conversational tone as I leaned into the spray of hot water from the showerhead in front of me, "the name's Shiu. You?"

"Y-Yira," he answered, apparently not sure what to make of my sudden change in tone.

"Well then, Yira, a bit of advice for you:" I offered, "just pee in the pool in future, yeah? Next time you might leak on someone less forgiving."

"But... but they put dye in the water," he countered.

Did he really believe that? I let out a laugh. "No they don't. Parents just tell their kids that to scare them."

I could see the realization dawn on Yira's face. He blinked, then gave a groan of frustration and leaned over with his hands on his knees. I gave him a consoling pat on the back and he sighed in frustration.

He wasn't going to forget this any time soon.