The reptilian and draconic adventurers rush through many challenges together to face the mighty elemental dragon. Their run leads them to a simple elevator toward the master’s chamber, its chains rattling as the simple platform lifts the three heroes toward their ultimate battle.
“Have we enough spells?” asks Paladin.
“Yep,” says Red Mage. “Need any topping up?” They turn toward their third companion.
“Nah,” Barbarian huffs. “That last potion is still going strong. It’ll last me the whole fight, no doubt.”
“Just be careful not to drink too much at once,” says Red Mage. “I don’t want to have to stop for restroom breaks along the way.”
Barbarian growls at the back of his throat, his tail swishing against the floor. “You said you’d stop teasing me about the Tomb of Terror.”
“Let’s not fight with one another, fellows,” Paladin says, lifting his massive shield. “I hear tales that our dragon foe begins his battles with some massive first attack. My stalwart stance should stop his slam, certainly! If you hide behind me, Red should be able to cast the proper spells for Barbarian to let loose massive damage!”
Red and Barbarian nod in unison, and the elevator stops.
Before them are the large double doors that lead into the next chamber.
“Surely, the mighty Torrentus is behind this door,” says Paladin.
Barbarian steps forward and places massive clawed hands upon the wooden entryway. His muscles strain as he pushes them open, allowing Paladin to rush in from behind and stand at the ready to defend his friend.
Red scampers up to the middle, placing a hand upon the broad chest of Barbarian, muttering the incantations needed to buff their party member. They ignore the sight before Paladin’s eyes for the moment.
It is a massive chamber fit to hold a beast of gigantic proportions. And one such beast lounges upon this tiled environment, a magnificent and terrifying blue dragon. He smirks, shifting to a more active stance, rearing his head back, and letting slip a mighty roar.
TORRENTUS - THE BRINGER OF UNENDING RAIN
“Puny lesser-scaled ones,” the dragon grumbles, slamming his massive claws against the wall. “You dare come into my lair? You shall suffer a great indignity before I dash you upon the walls and throw your husks from my tower!”
Torrentus’s kobold minions bring down an incredible tube from the rafters, which Torrentus snatches in his mouth. “I’m always prepared for my most powerful attacks!” He chuckles, his voice only slightly muffled. “You won’t know what hit you when I’m through with you!”
With incredible heaving sucks, Torrentus brings gallons of water from specially designed tanks, taking the rainwater into his being.
“Don’t let his boasting fool you,” shouts Paladin. “We clearly caught him off-guard if he needs to charge his attack! Red, quickly, the spell!”
“I’m working on it!” Red says, hand slipping to Barbarian’s ax, chanting the magical incantations that bring the blade to a dragon-slaying power level. Once it glows with the red light of the empowering spell, Barbarian grips it tightly, leaping forward past Paladin and sending his Dragonborn fury rushing toward the massive monster.
Paladin peers over his shield. His eyes widen as he watches Torrentus inflate with each massive gulp. And it’s not only the dragon’s stomach that grows, but also the enormous monster between his legs—a cock so hard and erect that Paladin cannot help but blush at the sight of the dragon’s manhood.
Torrentus pulls the hose from his mouth, licking over his maw, patting the massive tummy that sloshes around, so full of water.
Paladin throws his hand forward and shouts, “Wait! Barbarian! His attack is read-”
But he has no time to fully get the words out, for he has used up all his actions.
Barbarian, meanwhile, winds up his swing for a most potent attack. His raring roar increases his strength and critical chance! He swings the ax downward to see the dragon prepared to counter him.
“Adventurers are so predictable,” Torrentus taunts, falling on his back. With a massive smile spreading across his maw and water dribbling down his chin, he pushes his hips forward, roaring in furious might. “Take this! Torrentus Torrent!”
With the fury of a rushing river, the cock sprays a disastrous deluge of golden liquid. It strikes Barbarian straight on, sending him flying. The dragon rolls to his side, guiding the stream of piss, slamming it right toward the unprotected protagonists.
“What in the Hells is this!?” whines Red, hiding behind Paladin as flecks of piss trickle past his massive shield. “Who uses piss on their enemies?”
“O… only the most nefarious of fiends!” Paladin responds with gritted teeth, his defensive abilities are already maxed out, and he is trying to hold everything back. He plants his clawed feet and tail against the ground, some of the stuff already trickling onto his helmet, making him cough and sputter.
He pushes through, trying to step forward. “We… cannot be… deterred… by lack of… decorum!” he reacts, taking one step at a time.
But the force is too much. It knocks his shield away and sends him flying right back into Red, who tumbles back with him, sputtering and blubbering after the hit!
After an eternity, the dragon’s dick trickles down, deflating much like he does.
His kobold servants wheel another tank of water, unhooking the hose from the previous one and hooking it to the newest one.
“Aaah, there’s nothing quite like emptying out a massive attack on a handful of punks wanting to take me on. Where’s your resolve, heroes? Are you still willing to face me in combat and protect this realm?”
Red sputters and stands up, looking over doused robes and shuddering. “Oooh… ah… aaah….! Pleh! Plack! Disgusting! A Piss attack!? Why? Would you subject your opponents to this!?”
“Opponents?” taunts Torrentus. “I’m sorry, but you have the wrong impression. You’re nothing but bugs tucked in my bowl.”
Barbarian shakes off his disorientation, heaving and spitting over and over. “Uugh…. It got into my mouth. I can taste the peeeee!”
Paladin readies his shield, but his movements are sluggish. “My armor… is sullied! My honor is besmirched! My nostrils are blind from the ammonia. But… but I shall prevail!”
“Why then,” he continues, “do I feel so weak?”
Red pulls out a soggy book, staring at it with a terrible frown as pages flutter in floppy splats. “Oh no! Pal! This is a debuff!”
“Graaaaah!” Barbarian roars, standing up and gripping his ax. “Nothing a little violence can’t solve!”
He rushes forward, and the dragon swipes his tail at the Barbarian, sending him flying, rolling, bouncing, and groaning as he lands at the feet of his comrades. “T… that hurt!”
“I tried to warn you!” Red snaps, running a finger through the Big Book of Stats.” We’ve been hit with the DOUSED debuff. It’ll increase the efficacy of all attacks against us by gutting our defense and upping the critical chance of his next deluge!”