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With a gout of incendiary liquid, the campfire sprung alight. Zhong cleared his throat and sat down next to it, taking in the salty brined scent of seawater. He didn't have much time to relax with two jobs, but these evening get-togethers with the guys were something he relished and put his mind at ease.

Well, get together with a guy. Maverick and Sebastian were working their patrols, leaving only Bryce to keep him company. The larger dragon laid on the ground with his forelegs crossed, whistling at the fire.

"Nice. The food's not gonna taste funny like last time, is it?"

"Ha ha," Zhong said, opening the cooler at his side packed with raw meat and beer. "I get sick once and now it's a running gag. Or should we talk about how it tasted like cheap beer when you lit it last time?"

Bryce raised an eyebrow. "Now c'mon, Zhong, that's not fair. You know I only drink high quality stuff."

"Yes, I know." Zhong drew out a bowl and two cans of beer--the high quality stuff, of course--and laid the former before Bryce before cracking open the latter. One he poured into the bowl, which Bryce immediately grabbed and pulled towards himself greedily. The other he himself took a swig of, followed by a small burp and relaxing sigh. "It's quiet here without Maverick and Sebastian," he said.

Bryce was already lapping up the bowl. He pulled himself up and wiped his maw with his foreleg, though it did not wipe off his grin. "Well you know how it is. Emergencies come in, but we'll get them next time."

In truth, Zhong preferred it this way; not that he disliked the other two, but Bryce was the dearest of all, and it'd been so long since they'd just been able to hang out together. He nodded, and took another swig, before being interrupted by another one of Bryce's questions.

"But you know..." the red dragon said, taking a drink of beer before continuing. "I'm surprised you didn't bring your new, fuzzy boyfriend along."

The drink caught in his throat and Zhong had to take a second to swallow. He looked over to the fire. "Well, Kevin was busy tonight. Pulling an all-nighter for a big project, he said. Besides, this sorta thing is best with just the guys."

"That's a shame," Bryce replied. "I wanted to meet him and see what you saw in a college student."

Zhong raised an eyebrow and leveled a look at Bryce that was somewhere between exasperation and annoyance. "And I suppose you have to say something about my dating a younger dragon, too?"

"Well, no...maybe...yeah." Bryce picked up the bowl and drained it to a quarter of its original contents. "Ahh...But yeah, I didn't think you'd go for that type. I know you've dated a lot but just wanted to hear more about him."

Zhong had seen Bryce take deep drinks before, but this was one of the rare times he followed suit. Clutching his can of beer tightly with warmth in his face, he said, "Well, I didn't expect it to. I mean, I don't know how it will go, we're still figuring each other out. But Mingyun approves of him so..."

"So you're dating him for your son, huh? That sounds pretty cool!"

"Well we can't be as free-spirited as you, Bryce."

"Oh, now that's cold!" Bryce said with a wink. "You weren't complaining about that when you spent the night over my apartment the first time." Zhong looked away, but the red dragon wouldn't let up. "C'mon, c'mon, tell me already, how'd you two meet?"

Zhong sighed. There was no dealing with Bryce when he was this way. "Well, it's a long, and kinda embarrassing story." He rubbed the back of his head. "Tell you what, I brought some cards. If you beat me in Bastion Breach, I'll tell you the whole thing. But you have to promise to keep it between us."

Bryce sat on his haunches, and gave an approximation of a salute. "My maw is sealed. So long as you top me off, and get that meat roasting."

Zhong rolled his eyes, though, for once, he had finished his drink before Bryce. He pulled out two cans for the both of them and the skewered meat then set them to roast on the fire. Content, he reached for the cards and smoothed the sand between the two of them as best he could. He laid out the starting cards with a winner's determination, but he couldn't help but think back to that day...

---

For some reason, Zhong felt the clock in the pharmacy was slow. It had to be. It was getting onto be evening time, the end of his shift. Yet the customers kept coming in, not all at once, but a trickle. Just one customer at a time, but spaced enough to not give him a break, and slow enough to make time stretch that much longer. Though it was not like he was relishing a night off; he had his collar and bowtie ready to go in the back room. He cursed himself for starting a new job tonight after being exhausted by this one, but he needed the money.

The last customer came in, an elderly dragon. She was nice, but slow, and as much as Zhong loved answering her questions, he could see how she was cutting into his quitting time. Crap, he thought, I'm gonna be late at this rate. But eventually she left, after regaling him with multiple stories of her grandchildren while trying to find her insurance card, and Zhong gave a sigh of relief. That quickly turned to panic. 15 minutes left, hardly enough time to get to the other side of town.

The green dragon gulped as he power walked to the back room, quickly threw off his apron and hat, and reached for his waiter's uniform, which was pretty much a few accessories. He threw them in his satchel and bolted for the door, but as he opened it he felt a pang between his legs. That's right, he hadn't been on break for hours now. Usual for him, but he usually hit up the restroom right after his shift before going home. Should he...No, he was already cutting it close, and he didn't want to leave a bad impression on his first night as a waiter. He'd have time when he got there. Taking a deep breath, he stepped outside and began sprinting in the light drizzle.

---

Zhong looked at the row of cards laid before him, considering his options. There were only three moves left in this game of Bastion Breach, and he was already far behind. He scowled at Bryce's smug smile, somehow sinister half-illuminated by the light of the campfire. Looking at his cards, Zhong could see the dearth of options before him. I've no choice, he thought, reaching for his ace in the hole--or rather, his jack in the hole. Bryce had been somewhere between unpredictable and nigh-suicidal in his card choices, but it had turned out well for the other dragon, and it was looking to be the only option for Zhong. Go big or go home. He pulled out his card with trembling claws. Please, let this be the one! Zhong slammed the card down with a determined desperation, as if he were risking his body, life, and hopes on a thousands-dollar gamble.

Zhong looked up at Bryce with a cold sweat, only to see the other dragon chuckle. His blood went cold as Bryce pushed forward his card with one claw and flipped it--a king, no, emperor, crushing his card completely. Zhong felt a shock pierce him to his very core, before he collapsed to his knees. "Hah! That's two outta three!" Bryce said with a laugh. In truth, the game wasn't technically finished, but with the lead Bryce had and the cards played so far, they both knew it was his game. The red dragon slid his bowl of beer before him. "So right, Zhong, a bet's a bet; you gotta tell me. What's up with you seein' that furred dragon?"

Zhong sighed as he gathered up the cards, closing his eyes as he reshuffled them. "I dunno why my latest boyfriend interests you so much," he said, dreading the questioning he knew was about to befall him.

The questioning was, at the very least, delayed by Bryce gulping down the bowl, but it was only a moment's reprieve. Rising with a burp, Bryce wiped his maw with a forearm and said, "Well that was the bet, and I'm curious. Unless you don't want to tell me how you're basically cradle robbing. C'mon c'mon, tell me a little bit about him!"

"Well..." Zhong said, "I don't know. I don't know how long it'll last, but he seems nice. Smart, too, going to college and everything, something I could never do. He's eccentric, but he can teach Mingyun a lot, so I guess..."

"Hm, so he's good for your kid," Bryce said, pushing his bowl towards Zhong. "That's good; I mean if I had a kid and was datin' someone--someone steady--I'd think about that. But I wanna hear more how you met. On your first day of work, no less!"

Zhong sighed, grabbed another can, and refilled Bryce's bowl. "I told you, it's an embarrassing tale." He looked away, blushing. "Promise not to laugh?"

"So long as those drinks are comin' and that meat's roastin," Bryce said, sliding the bowl towards him, "I'll promise anything. Scout's honor."

"Right..." Hard to tell how sincere someone could be when they're already piss drunk, but a bet was a bet. "Well, as I was saying, it was busy in the restaurant and I didn't have time for a single break..."

---

Zhong ran as fast as his legs would carry, trying his best to reach into his bouncing satchel. God, was this route longer than expected! Through side roads and alleys, beneath flickering street lamps and drizzling clouds, he ran. With the bar coming into view, Zhong bent over and panted, resting one claw on his thigh and another propped up against the wall of the bakery across from it. Damn, was this new job really worth this? The rush, the exhaustion, the lack of time...he felt he couldn't get a break. The gurgling and churning between his legs shared the sentiment. Part of him just wanted to turn around, go home and--

"No," Zhong whispered to himself. He made a promise, if not to his son then to himself: a clear coast with lapping waves and salty sea spray permeating the air, where dragons played volleyball and opulent hotels were just within a few yards reach. He'd never known such a luxury as a vacation as a child, and he was damn well sure his son wouldn't share the same fate. Zhong could feel his face heat up with shame; what was a cross-town sprint on an uncomfortable bladder compared to providing for his child?

Zhong sighed, finally fishing out the bow type and cuffs from his satchel.There was no point in standing around sulking, he figured. He had a job to do. Adjusting his work attire as he had practiced before, he strode forward, circling around the main entrance of the bar to enter from the back just as he was instructed. Taking one final breath to calm his nerves, he pushed the door open, ready to--

"You're late!" The words were spat at him--literally--by the manager, an orange wyvern who looked like she was grizzled in numerous campaigns in the culinary wars, and projected the aura to go with it.

Gah, really? Zhong gulped, preparing apologies as his eyes strayed up to the clock. "Um...it's only 7:56. I'm not scheduled until 8."

"Yeah, and we needed you here 30 minutes ago!" she said. "We got a full house tonight, so get your tail in there and start taking orders!"

"Yes, at once." He thought to give a bow--whether out of politeness or bitter sarcasm, he didn't know--but thought better of it. Grabbing the nearest pen and notepad, he pushed through the door of the backroom and into a bustling bar of dragons. Zhong took a second to scan it: full tables, full bar, full booths. He felt his bladder groan, but this was no time for breaks. Clenching his fists, he walked briskly to his first table.

---

"Oh, so it was one of those kinda nights," Bryce said, raising an eyebrow. "I think I can see where this is going."

"Bryce, please," Zhong said, bringing his can of beer to his maw only to see that Bryce's was already empty again. It was amazing how the red dragon packed it away. Zhong's claws moved with a casual quickness born of repetition, and his friend's bowl was full once more.

"Hey, I get it man." Instead of burying his maw immediately in his drink, Bryce brought himself back up to his haunches to look levelly with Zhong. "We've all been there. Hell, nearly all of the guys at the station have pulled some long shifts and patrols like that. You don't have to feel embarrassed."

Zhong gave a relieved sigh. This was his best friend since childhood; they'd shared secrets and gotten up to mischief that they would tell no one else, why would he need to be scared? "Thanks, Bryce."

"But you do have to continue the story. Right after you get the meat from the fire. Startin' to get a little crispy."

Shoot. Zhong reached for the skewers, pulling them out just in the nick of time. And for his efforts, two skewers stacked with cube after cube of fragrant beef, seared just right. He passed one two Bryce--well, more laid it before him--before taking a bite of his. "Still juicy, red, and delicious inside," he said. "You should trust the guy who works at the restaurant a little more. Anyway, as I was saying..."

---

Oh God above, this was torture.

Zhong had had many jobs before, many of them a whirl of vigorous work with no reprieve, but this took the cake. Perhaps it was the multitude of customers, each asking for more and more complicated orders with no regard of how busy the staff was. Or perhaps it was the more experienced workers, barking out requests at him non-stop as if he were a veteran and it wasn't his first day. No, that wasn't quite right... As Zhong grimaced with a stumbling gait, he knew full well it was the pressure between his legs that was making tonight a living hell.

"Your meals, sir and madam," he said, laying two steaming plates before the pair of dragons on an obvious date. "My apologies for the wait." He kept a cool composure--he had to--but it was all he could do to not keep from fidgeting and pressing his thighs together. Damn, why did tonight have to be the busiest of nights? The patrons thanked him deeply, and he bowed deeply, but he wished deeply for just a minute or two break. A pipe dream. He walked briskly to the kitchen for a few steps, instantly regretting it as his bladder groaned, and steadied himself into a smooth walk that didn't belay how he was almost at the breaking point. Zhong drew a deep breath. Almost there, almost at a time where he could take his break. That was the last of the orders for now, and soon he could-

"Ah, waiter!"

Oh God dammit; he was almost to the back. Zhong turned with the most cheerfully pained smile he could muster towards the source of the voice; a strange black-furred dragon sitting alone at one of the rear booths. He didn't look more than 18, no, 19 years old, and Zhong didn't know why he was sitting alone, but he didn't have time for questions. All he could hope was that this one had his mind made up.

"Yes, good sir?"

"Yeah, I was thinking of dessert, a, uh...hmm..." The black-furred dragon pulled up the menu of dessert items, humming to himself. Zhong's eye twitched as he tried to hide the fact that he was shifting uncomfortably.

"Do you need a few minutes, sir?" he asked. Good God, would this kid just hurry up or dismiss him!

The dragon shook his head. "No no, I know what I want. I just want...hm..."

The patron rattled off the menu items, muttering to himself, as Zhong's tail swished ever more erratically despite his efforts to control it. Calm down, it's only one customer. The customer is always right. The customer is always right. The customer can't make up his damned mind hurry up!

"Ah, right!" the furred dragon finally said. "I'll have the, uh...triple fudge ice cream cake yeah! One of those, and, uh..." there was a pregnant pause, one that made Zhong's teeth chatter, before the dragon closed the menu with a sigh. "No, that'll be it."

"Yes sir, of course." Zhong reached over to grab the menu, not even waiting for the dragon to hand it to him, before walking--no, waddling--towards the kitchen. All the while, his teeth chattered as he had to focus more and more on keeping himself from making a yellow wet mess on the floor. Do it for Mingyun, do it for Mingyun he thought over and over, the only mantra keeping firm grasp on his rebelling body.

---

Bare skewers littered the sand as the two dragons sat staring out at the ocean. Zhong reached for the cooler and pulled it closer, noting how much lighter it felt. He always stocked extra beers for Bryce, but this floaty feeling told him that he had finished off his fair share as well. There was a moment of quiet as the two dragons drank, letting the smell of ocean spray carry their tired bodies away.

Zhong drained the last of his with a loud belch; it'd been awhile since he could be that crass. "So yes, that is how I first met him."

"And?"

"And what?"

"You know what," Bryce said with mischievous eyes. "What happened after. C'mon, you can't leave me hanging with just that. I wanna hear the whole thing, promise not to tell."

Zhong sighed. He felt his face go warm as he reached for another beer. Bryce was his friend, but this was...

"Ah, fuck it." Zhong popped the top off the can, threw his head back, and chugged it like he was a frat boy at a mixer. This little display of drinking had even Bryce staring at him with interest and surprise. It was too far into the story and too far into the booze to stop now. Zhong pulled out another can and said, "At that point, I was barely holding it in..."

---

As the hours dragged on and the clock drew closer to midnight, most of the guest began to finish their meals and filter out. Most. This red-furred dragon must have loved the meal, judging by the fact that he had taken his sweet time to finish it. Or did he eat it normally? It was hard for Zhong to judge time when every second had him battling tooth and nail in a fight against his screaming bladder. And he was losing.

Zhong grimaced as he came out of the kitchen with the plate of ice cream cake, taking short, shuffling steps to keep on what manner of a lid his bladder had left. One more, just one more table. Rules be damned, if he could just get this dish delivered he could make a beeline for the bathroom, no matter what the manager said. But that was only if he could make it through this.

Mustering all his aplomb, he approached the table with a stoic, professional facade. "Your dessert, sir," he said as he laid the plate gingerly before the furred dragon.

"Ah, thanks! Man, that looks delicious!" Licking his chops, the dragon picked up a spoon and drove it at the ice cream cake like a hawk going in for the kill...only to stop just short of it. "Um..."

"Yessss? Is there a problem with the dish, sir?" The question came out much less polite than Zhong had intended, but it didn't really matter right now. If there was a complaint now, of all times....

"Oh, no it's not that," he said, tilting his head a bit. "You feeling okay? You' look kinda weird."

Zhong could feel his eye twitch. "Hm? Oh, not to worry, sir, I'm perfectly fine."

"You sure?" the dragon said. "'Cause you're trembling and your face is all screwed up and stuff. And you've been walking funny."

"It is nothing, I assure you." His knees pressed together. This was the breaking point. He had to be done with this conversation, and now. "Please let me know if there is anything else you need."

"Ah, uh, okay..." The furred dragon seemed to relent. Good, that was that. Turning around briskly, Zhong began to shuffle off. But he only got a step and a half before a jolt went through his body. His eyes went wide, and had to put a claw on the table to keep himself up.

No, no, no, no! His body refused to obey him. Any slight movement had the veritable ocean between his legs sloshing and twitching. He bunched up the tablecloth in his claw while he brought his tail between his legs, pressing it up against his slit. A futile gesture; he could already feel a small leak.

"Uh, man..." The furred dragon got up from the table to stand at Zhong's side, hovering over him with an air of concern. "Do, do I need to get--"

"Ngh...I'm fine, I'm...!" His body was revolting. The dam was failing. As he leaned over, his gritted and his eyes squinted shut, Zhong prayed for anything, any miracle that would get him through this ordeal.

But that miracle never happened. With one sharp gasp and one piercing shiver, Zhong felt himself give way. First, a wet warmth upon his tail, and then, a small rivulet along his thigh. He pressed his thighs together tighter, gripping his tail with his free claw to press it closer to his slit in hopes of stemming the flow. But his only reward was an even wetter tail.

The red furred dragon put a claw on his shoulder; the last thing Zhong needed was a customer--hell, anyone--seeing him piss himself like a schoolkid after a soda bender. This was it, not only could he not hold it, a customer seeing him like this meant his job was--

"Hey, hey, it's alright," the red furred dragon said. Zhong finally realized that the dragon was supporting his weight. "Just let it out, dude."

Zhong blinked. Let it all out? How could he possibly let it all out! The golden stream between his legs wouldn't stop flowing; his hard-pressed tail could only barely mitigate it to rivulets. But he couldn't stop, he refused, even with the multiple cracks in his last gate of defense. With tears in his eyes, Zhong's balance faltered and he found himself leaning upon the red-furred dragon against his will.

And then a moan. The customer's? It took Zhong a second, between the panic in his mind and the puddle pooling beneath his feet, to realize it had come from him. Why? His efforts were becoming more and more futile, the trickle becoming a musky stream with his tail and claw only serving to splatter it all over his waist and the hem of the tablecloth. It was messy, shameful. But despite it all, Zhong couldn't help but feel a shiver of delight as the pressure was abating. God, it felt almost...no, it felt really good. Though he fought against it with all his impotent might, the sound of his piss hitting the floor was like a symphony. The soaked claw, the damp tail, the moist warmth, the feeling of failing...it set his heart racing, and not solely through embarrassment.

Zhong didn't know how long he was like that--seconds? Minutes? Time seemed to stretch on forever. But before he knew it, his bladder was empty, and all he was left with was a sheen of yellow covering his tail, claws, and legs for his defiance. Zhong gave a deep sigh as he dropped his tail, letting one last squirt hit the floor freely. It was like he was floating for a second, before he snapped back to reality.

"Ah!" His face went hot when he realized the puddle of piss below him, a massive puddle. His eyes darted around, but the red-furred dragon just gave a chuckle.

"Sorry, dude, I had no idea. I didn't mean to hold you up like that, I mean, like, if I had known..."

"It's fine..." Zhong looked down, crestfallen, and felt the energy flow out of him. "Well, I guess that's it for this job..."

The red furred dragon rubbed his chin, before reaching for the napkins on the table and handing them to Zhong. "Here, take these, wipe yourself off."

"Hm?"

"It's cool, man, nobody saw," he said. "No one can really get a view from here. C'mon, wipe yourself off...and get out of the puddle."

Zhong looked at the napkins for a second, before taking them and stepping out of the puddle, somewhat reluctantly. As he dabbed at his slit and tail, he looked at the dragon. "Um, thank you."

"It's fine, dude," the red-furred dragon said. "I'm just bummed you had to deal with it on your first night. I mean," he looked down at the soaked tablecloth and musky pool. "What waiter wants to clean up after a customer who peed on the ground?"

A customer who....? Zhong blinked. "What are...?"

The red-furred dragon gave a wink. "I'll admit, I had a lot to drink tonight. Guess I just didn't know my limit. Sucks that I'll have to get thrown out of one of my favorite spots."

Then, it clicked. Zhong's face went hot again as he stood tall. "I...thank you. You don't know what this means to me."

"No problem. But, hey, you looked like you were enjoying yourself there a little," the red furred dragon said. "Not that I mind at all, I was enjoying myself a lot, too. But, yeah, I didn't catch your name. I'm Kevin."

"Zhong."

"Nice to meet ya, Zhong. Why don't we meet up again sometime after this?" He held out his claw.

"Um, yes, let's," Zhong said taking the claw to shake it, realizing too late that that was his piss-soaked one. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't--"

"Ah, it's fine, haha!" Kevin said. "Now, anyway, you should get some mops or something. I need to think of my apology to the manager."

Zhong smiled, gave a bow, and headed towards the back. Perhaps he'd be able to give Mingyun that vacation after all.

---

"So that's it?" Bryce said. "You wet yourself in front of the guy?"

"Well yes," Zhong said, swirling the remnants of his beer within its can. "You already deduced that earlier in the story."

"Hmph, well it's more fun hearing it straight out." Bryce laid on his side, the bowl next to him empty. They had already blown through everything Zhong brought, so empty it would remain. "And after that, you hooked up with that Kevin guy, just 'cause he asked to meet up?"

Zhong swished his tail in the sand. "Well, he did take the fall for me; he got banned from the restaurant and I got to keep my job, so I did owe him at least that meeting. I think things just snowballed from there."

"Uh, huh."

"Like I was saying," Zhong said as he laid back on the sand, looking up at the stars. "I dunno how it'll work out between us, but I think he's good for Mingyun, and Mingyun likes him, so there's that."

"And what of the sex?" Bryce asked.

"Always getting to the point, I see," Zhong said while rolling his eyes. "But it's alright, I guess. We do a few things..."

"Like seeing how long you guys can go without pissing yourself?"

"What, no!" Zhong bolted up. "We never would do something...okay like we might consider it, but..." He turned his head away and mumbled, "Okay maybe a couple of times..."

Bryce just guffawed. "Didn't know you were into that kinky stuff! Think I heard of it. Now what was it called? . O...om...Otohime?"

"Omorashi," Zhong said, rubbing the back of his head. "And it's exactly what you surmised, holding it until you just can't hold it anymore." He folded his arms and huffed, still averting his gaze. "Kevin's, uh, still a lot better at it than I am."

"Well I hope you get plenty of practice at your job!" Bryce waved a paw disarmingly as Zhong glared at him. "Kidding, kidding! Though I doubt you guys could beat me. Speaking of..." Bryce got to his feet and gave Zhong a devilish grin. "Let's give it a whizz, shall we?"

"Uh, what?" Zhong tilted his head. "Bryce, what're you doing?"

"Whaddya think?" he said. "All that beer's gotta go somewhere, so why don't we see how long we can keep it from goin' anywhere. No one's watching. 'Sides, you've been throwin' them back just as much as I have."

Zhong looked at the empty cans about them, and for the first time realized the pressure between his legs. All that beer was going somewhere, indeed. "You got me there," he said with a shrug as he pulled himself to his feet.

"Of course I did. Why don't we finish this night off right?"

Zhong shook his head with a light smile. "Bryce, you really are something else." Looking out unto the ocean and its delightfully taunting waves, he let his tail swish back and forth awhile before bringing it between his legs, letting the sweet sensation of a groaning bladder carry him through the night.