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!”
“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!