“If it only affects our defense, I shall restore it with my spells!” Paladin says, his shield glowing through the piss stains. “But it shall only be my buffs that keep us alive.”
“Are you completely mad?” coughs Barbarian, spitting out the salty taste from his mouth. “That thing will destroy you with a simple attack!”
“Relax,” says Red, muttering a quick healing spell for their comrade. “You’ve taken much damage.”
“Regardless of the peril to myself,” says Paladin, “I must buff my defenses so you  can use the big spell we got from the boss of the Tomb of Torment!”
Red’s eyes widen, their pupils slitting. “But… we were saving that for an emergency!”
The dragon snatches his straw, sucking down the water, his body bloating up slowly but surely.
“This is an emergency,” barks Paladin. “Either we do this now, or we won’t have a chance to use it again!”
Barbarian nods solemnly.
Red reaches into the damp and heavy robes, pulling out a bottle. “Very well, but we’ll only have one shot at this.”
“We’d better make it count!” agrees Paladin.
Red tosses the bottle to Paladin, who catches it. He easily uncorks it and chugs it down.
“Oh, what’s this?” asks Torrentus, lying on his side, sucking down eagerly.
The kobolds chitter and laugh among one another as their boss taunts his opponents.
“This,” says Paladin, “Is a defensive potion—one that will surely defeat you!”
Torrentus chuckles through the straw, growing bigger and bigger, and then yanks the hose out, positioning his tummy and his cock, his hands over his bulging belly as he takes in a big breath and releases!
Magic radiates around Paladin, focusing from his tummy and up to his chest, spreading out ot his arms and inflicting over his shield.
“This will finish you!” Torrentus boasts. “Final Torrent!”
The blast strikes Paladin straight on. There’s no way anyone could dodge or defend from such a concentrated burst.
Torrentus is simply beside himself, giggling madly in his overconfident joy, clapping his hands as piss streams this way and that, an enormous deluge that doesn’t stop.
But neither does it go anywhere.
Between the dragon and Paladin is a wall of gold that gets higher and higher and thicker and thicker with each passing moment. It reaches higher than any other level of piss this room had ever seen, even going so high as to reach the rafters with all the kobolds.
As the tower climbs, Torrentus’s eyes widen, his mouth agape. He grabs at his cock, trying to pull it away from the massive pillar growing in his chamber. Still, as he tries to wrench free, he finds himself magically tied to the growing bomb of piss.
“N… no…! This can’t be!” he snaps, his eyes pinpricks against the golden light, his wings flapping, his belly sloshing as he backs up frantically, trying to find any direction he can go, but the constant rope of piss is too much, and he falls back down to the ground!
“N-no, please! Don’t! I can’t get pissed on! I’m Torrentus! I’m the scourge of the skies and seas!”
As a last-ditch effort, he squeezes his cock, the pressure within him nothing compared to the relief of not adding to that tower of piss.
Paladin growls, his shield wavering. “I can’t… hold much… more!” he says. “But if it’s not  connected to him, it won’t strike him!”
Barbarian nods and leaps forward. He lifts up his ax, screaming.
The dragon screams back, seeing him rush down at him. He can’t do anything because he’s stopping himself from pissing himself, so he has to take it when the handle of the axe digs into his stomach!
The added pressure is enough for the piss to break free, rushing out toward the accumulation of pee!
The elasticity of the stomach makes Barbarian bounce away, just in time for the tower of Pee to topple down over the top of the dragon.
“No, no-nonooooooo!”
It’s a veritable tsunami of piss that plunges the dragon into its endless depths, leaving him slammed against the ground, spread-eagle, and whimpering once it all flows out of the tower.
Barbarian’s ax is embedded into the wooden door, and the warrior holds it dearly. Paladin and Red stand firm together, Red gripping tightly to Paladin.
And Torrentus lays wide-eyed, shuddering, groaning, and covered in his own piss.
He blinks, snorts, coughs, and pushes himself up, his body trembling. “Y… you insects! How dare you strike me with such indignity! It is you who are supposed to be soaked, not me!” He’s fuming at being caught in his own blast, being at once pissed on and pissed off.
Barbarian unlatches from the door and rushes forward. “Yeah, well, who’s the ant now!” He leaps forward and swipes at the dragon’s nose, bashing him on the snout!
Torrentus falls back, cracking his head on the wall. “What!?” He groans, rubbing his head. Even these minor blows hit with the force of a minotaur!
“It’s the DOUSED debuff! Don’t you like it?” asks Red. “Can’t take what you dish out, Mr. Tinkles?”
“Ha, good one!” Barbarian says, smacking the dragon on the cheek!
Torrentus falls to his side, pushing himself up, whipping around, straining, and puffing out his cheeks. “Take this! Emergency piss!”
A small stream pokes out of his cock, limply flailing about the arena, just missing Barbarian.
The dragonborn quirks an eyebrow and gives the dragon another resounding smack!
Torrentus flies across the arena, scoffing and sputtering. “N… no fair!’ he groans, slamming the ground with a balled fist. “I am Torrentus! I can’t be defeated!”
That’s when a shield bashes him down, sending him sprawled out and groaning. Paladin stands over the downed dragon, nodding. “That’s what you get for being such a scourge.”
Red giggles, flipping through the pages of the book. “Finally, a cure for the DOUSED debuff! You all ready to really lay it on him, boys?”
Barbarian and Paladin smirk at each other. Torrentus rubs his head, watching with deflated worry as the two pint-sized heroes approach him with the might of giants.
All in all, this is a well-fought battle, and a dragon is well-pissed.
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The heroes march out of the tower, Barbarian and Paladin carrying hefty loot bags as they make their way through the calm countryside. They enjoy each other’s company, laughing it up about their newest conquest.
“How much experience do you think beating Torrentus was?” Barbarian asks.
Red groans, “Too much, if you ask me!”
That, of course gives them another hearty chuckle, heading off into the sunset for their next great adventure!