The kingdoms have been under the sway of a powerful and despicable tyrant. The great dragon lord, King O. Morashi, flexed his incredible power by landing within the great lake between the kingdoms and gulping down all of the water. He swallowed it all, drying up the land until it became nothing but a desert.
This legendary action was a century ago. In the king’s greed, the dragon hoards the water, or what has become of it, within his castle. He keeps it all to himself and enjoys his state as the engorged warlord of the many kingdoms.
Many kings bow down to him, and many have died, only to be replaced by those who would never think to face him.
But hope still burned in the youth of the kingdoms, and when a young maiden reached the age of adulthood, she knew that it was time to meet the tyrant god dragon and demand the water back.
The gates to his domain are open. The grand castle was once the home of kings, and now, it is the domain of Morashi and is open to anyone who dares take the trip to this place.
And a harrowing trip it was. Our hero jumped and fought through the many kingdoms, stomping the seven dragonlings and bringing hope to the people.
And she does the same to the guardians of the king.
The grand doors open, and the frilled lizard steps into the throne chamber beyond. Sitting upon a throne specially created to house the king’s enormous girth is the king himself. His claws clasp the widened arms of the throne. His belly is vast and undulates as he breathes. His cock sticks out, oozing the drips of a barely-contained bladder.
“Who dares enter my throne room without a gift?” he bellows. “All must grant me supplication to have an audience with me. What wild creature dares disrespect the great King O. Morashi?”
The frilled lizard hisses, stepping up towards him with a burning determination in her eyes, her frills unfurling.
“Oh, you’re approaching my magnificence? Have you a gift after all?”
“No,” she speaks, punching one hand into the other. “I can’t punch that disgusting gut of yours without getting up close to you.”
“Such impudence,” the engorged dragon growls, standing from his spot. His stomach jiggles, and his cock dribbles with all the stolen liquid he has obtained. “I shall crush you where you sta-uurk!”
She speeds up towards him, throwing a punch straight at his stomach, her well-trained fist disappearing into the reverberating folds of his inflated intestines. With a loud “Oooooooo,” he stumbles back, clutching at his tummy. From his colossal dick sprays out some of his stored treasure at her feet.
She snorts at that, cracking her knuckles and rushing in again. The king tries to block her, but she dips and punches repeatedly. Each hit is like a pump at the well, his cock rising up and shooting a stream that stains the floor and splashes against her scales.
She winces when she’s hit with the liquid, but she doesn’t let it stop her from moving forward to punch and punch and punch.
King Morashi spins around, his tail striking at her, knocking her away. He breathes heavily, his face contorted in a rage-filled moment of weakness. “You dare make me lose the hoard I gathered over decades!?”
The heroine shudders and tries to shake the piss off of her clothing.
The king sees her reaction and smiles. “Well, well, well, you can dish it out, but you can’t take it, can you? Well, that’s to be expected. You are but a pathetic lesser creature. I’ll let your scales crawl in disgust, and then you shall abandon your foolhardy quest!”
He throws his head back and roars, the bellowing so loud it serves to shake the very foundation of the room they stand upon.
A moment after his mighty exhalation, the sloshing sound of footsteps comes throughout the various corridors leading to the throne room.
The hero whirls around, and her fists are up and ready for another round. What she sees, however,  makes her widen her eyes.
Dozens of kobolds, swollen with full bellies and bladders, slosh into position all around her. They jeer and leer at her, shaking their stomachs, patting their bellies, and shaking their dripping dicks in her presence.
“My elite guard!” the King bellows. “They shall dispose of you through supreme humiliation and the power of piss! Now, go, my minions! Release your secret weapon!”
The kobolds rush towards her in a circle of screaming critters, bouncing and gurgling with the desire to support their master and king!
The hero clenches her fist, her gaze determined as she holds her ground.
They let loose, their golden sprays shooting out for her. She hops and dodges and weaves through the streams, trying her darndest to not be completely soaked with piss from the full tanks that are the kobolds. She punches one in the stomach, and the king’s stream becomes stronger, shooting out and striking an ally in the face. Another one approaches her, shouting aggressively. Thinking fast, she grabs the cock of one of his allies. She aims the yellow stream right into his open maw, causing him to reflexively swallow, stop in his tracks, and start sputtering and coughing. She spins around and grabs another, holding him up in front of her, getting him sprayed by his allies.
She lets go of his head and wraps her arms around his belly in a tight squeeze. The pressure of this one’s piss knocks a few others down until he’s emptied. She throws him at a mini legion of others, bowling them over and sending their spray off into multiple directions, humiliating them instead of the hero who has come.
Some stuff drips off her, but she stands tall, turning her gaze back to the king. She stands triumphantly atop a defeated kobold's swollen belly, causing his prick to release an arching fountain of urine. Her determination and fury burn even hotter now as her eyes go straight for his stomach.
Now, there shall be no mercy.  
The hero rushes forward towards the vile O. Morashi, the frilled lizard fighter gal heading past all the groaning and pissed kobolds and towards the dragon-filled with all the corrupted water of her people’s land.
“You monster!” She shouts to him with righteous fury, about to have her vindication. “You not only stole our water, but you flaunted your theft with that gross stomach and cock of yours!”
Morashi snarls and stands up to her. He stomps through the chamber, his cock flopping about. It leaks droplets all along the way as his belly sloshes to meet her. “Petulant whelp! I’ll flaunt my magnificent form wherever I please! Take this!” He tenses his strained muscles and leaps forward for a belly-flopping tackle, overshadowing the fighter with his girth and weight.
She plants her feet on the ground, focusing all of her energy into her fist, staring at him and roaring out. “I remember watching you dance about, drizzling your piss everywhere. That could have been water to drink. Return it to nature! Now!”
The dragon laughs, preparing himself to feel the satisfying squish that the lizard will leave behind when he puts his full water weight upon her. But, just as he is about to crush her head, she thrusts forward, jumping into him, her fist burning with the passion of a trained martial artist. It sinks into his gut, twisting as she performs a fiery jumping uppercut straight into him.
The punch's force lifts O. Morashi into the air, his eyes widening, his mouth agape, tongue out, spit flying out in a surprised gasp.
No one has pushed through his defense, and no one has punched his gut this hard before! He can’t hold back, and he can’t fight against it. It’s too… too much!
Piss squirts out from him as he falls back, landing by her feet. He groans and wraps his arms around his stomach, shuddering, tensing up, but a slight drizzle comes out of his cock without stopping.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, stepping around the puddles as she approaches him. “Springing a leak? I thought the great O. Morashi enjoyed spraying his piss in little droplets all over the kingdom, just to show that you could return the water, but decided not to.”
“No one… but me… deserves this… water.” The king groans, holding his stomach. “Especially not a runt like… y... Youaaah!”
She rushes him, pummeling him with a series of strikes that are lightning fast, tapping and punching, thrusting, and pushing. Each strike sloshes the liquid in his insides around, building up the pressure, making it escape the only place it can.
“M… mercy!” he groans, trying to curl himself in, but even that sends more of a shower out of his cock. Each strike sends out more piss as if it were a pump filling a bucket instead of a cock pissing all over the floor.
Landing on his lap, directly in the line of fire if she were to attack again, the fighter stares at him with disdain in her eyes. “What mercy? Where was the mercy you showed to the villages, oh King? No…” she says, flexing her fingers into a fist. “There’s no mercy today… only the loss of your precious PISS!”
With all of her burning passion and justice, she channeled every last amount of her focus into her punch. She shouts as she thrusts forward, taking the ultimate sacrifice in this battle when she forces that final punch at his stomach.
Backed up against the wall, with the final punch pushing deep into him, her arm disappearing in the inflated folds of his scales, O. Morashi’s eyes roll back in pure pain and loss.
Only a moment later, the rumbling of release rocks the whole chamber. A high-pressure piss cannon shoots out of the king, showering through the chamber high into the air. It launches the hero, sending her flying across the throne room and staining her in golden acid. The chamber becomes stained with all of the piss everywhere. A rainbow forms from the droplets that fall down all around him in a beautiful display.
The fountain of urine was unlike anything anyone had seen before in all the history of the land because this bastard was hoarding the contents of a lake. It surges up from him, carrying the life-giving water and the corrupted hate of his urine, not ceasing until the chamber and the rooms beyond are left with waist-deep yellowness.
O. Morashi lays in a deep room-sized pool of his own making, groaning as his deflated belly lies flat against him. His cock dangles downwards, dripping the last few pieces of his storage into the foul waters.
Kobolds float and gurgle in the pool of piss, dazed from the battle and from the destruction of their god-king’s evidence of his divinity. They wail at the loss, the few remaining conscious, and thrash and splash about in their despair.
On the other side of the room is a frilled lizard, sitting against the wall, dripping with the stuff over her. She shudders and pushes herself up, spitting and gagging. “Absolutely disgusting…” she grumbles, standing waist-deep in the mess. But, she focuses on the dragon laying spread-eagle on the floor, his tongue lulled out, his cock to one side, and, most importantly, his belly flabby and stretched from the tank that had been completely emptied.
She rubs her neck and sighs. “Well, now that I’ve bested that vile king… maybe I can finally get a shower and a nice drink.”
And so ends the story of our great hero, who vanquished the great evil dragon O. Morashi and restored water to the land. By striking against her dignity, she was able to face off against the dragon and return to the village, her scales permanently stained yellow. The people would call her the Golden Hero — Savior of the Water from that point on.
Whether she liked the name has been lost to time, but her dedication to saving everyone shall never, ever be forgotten!