Dragon's Dilemma 3
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Kikkajik has completely humilated the dragon Overseer. Now, the kobold is ready to claim his final prize.
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“No, Noooo, Nooooooo!” The dragon wails pathetically in defeat as he sees and feels his failure rapidly flooding out of him. His urethra muscles have wholly given up, and no matter how hard he tries, the Overseer couldn’t stop the humiliating flow of piss. The pressure still keeps the urine flying in a high arch even after it stops showering the ceiling, a golden fountain of piss hissing from his own member.
He tries now to escape from any further pain to his ego by attempting to roll back onto his feet. This only makes his cock flop around like a wild hose, spraying the walls, the pipes, and even himself and the kobold. He continues his futile flailing as his belly shrinks, but he couldn't stop his piss stream . The water around them becomes warm and discolors with the acidic substance, rising up just a bit more around them from the sheer volume of it all.
The dragon's uncontrollable peeing goes on and on in spite of the beast's efforts to stop the humiliation. Finally, after a solid three minutes of showering the room in his liquid gold, the dragon’s stream starts dying down, slowly reducing itself to a weak tinkling arch. Kikkajik stands on the flat belly, practically drenched and a little more yellow than he was when he started, but victorious, he knew it. The dragon has no reason to remain laying there, and yet, he does.
Sniffling, the dragon whines and buries his face in his scaly forepaws. “Noo… my… my life is over! You’ve ruined me. I can't believe you made me piss into all my clean water… They’ll never let me live it down.” His flaccid cock kept trickling the last of his pee into the water.
“There is one way out of this,” the kobold says.
“W… what? How?”
“Resign, and no one will ever find out it was you.”
“Wait.. You would…?” the dragon asks, completely blind-sided.
“Just give me your job, you pathetic little worm!” The kobold snaps, stamping his foot on the dragon’s now-flat belly, forcing out another spurt from his cock.
The dragon relents and nods. “F… fine. You’re the Overseer now. The kobolds and the rest of the slaves are yours to command as you see fit.” His cock continues hissing softly with a light stream of urine. .
“That includes you,” Kikkajik says, holding up his hand.
“Y… yes, of course. All Hail Kikkajik, the Overseer!”.
Kikkijik smirks when he hears those words. He stomps on up along the dragon’s body, planting his foot against the defeated creature’s cheek, dunking half of his face into the dirty water. “So, for too long, you’ve made my brethren and myself slaves. You made us feel like we were worse than shit. Now, you’re the one wallowing in piss. I’ll save this place, but you are my slave forever, and I can make you like this again.” The superior kobold looks up towards the dripping, piss-soaked ceiling and ponders out loud. “That said, ‘slave’ is a rather harsh word… I intend to give my fellow kobolds much more respect than you’ve ever shown them. Unlike under your rule, they'll be given rights and a decent wage. I’ll even share some of that respect with you…” He leers threateningly at the former-Overseer and adds,”...provided you show me you deserve it.” Kikkajik glances over to the dragon's member, waiting for the dragon to finish relieving himself. He couldn't help but crack a smirk at what he just accomplished. Seeing the dragon urinating into the very water that he was so proud of gave the mage a satisfying sense of justice.
The dragon whines, closing his mouth and eyes, and he finally finishes emptying his bladder into the polluted pool. He admits with a defeated sigh, "That was the last of it… Do… Do what you must." A moment later, a rush of magical energy fills the room. The water is clean once again, including the dripping from the ceiling. So too are the dragon and kobold,damp with clean moisture. In Kikkajik’s hand is a large yellow crystal. He tosses it, and it rolls along the dragon’s chest. “Wear this on a chain,” he says. “To remember what you are, my pissant.”
The kobold floats off of the dragon, his magical might, and his superiority proven. But, not only that, he has a newfound appreciation of the humiliating power of pee.