A Dragon's Revenge
A dragon mage gets his revenge on several villages.
Warning, contains scat and watersports
It had been three years since the young draconic mage had been insulted. Throughout his studies he never forgot the humiliation he suffered during his pilgrimage. How he had been accused of being a charlatan, denied food and rest along the coast of the eastern sea. His belongings tossed out into the muck of low tide, ruining his wardrobe. All because the locals thought he was too tiny a runt to have any potential.
The hamlets of the Misty Shore awoke before dawn as always, but as the fishermen went out to their boats they discovered the sea was totally withdrawn from shore, far more than the tides would ever go. In the dim light it seemed there was no water as far as the horizon. The distant horizon was also strange. The horizon stretched far further up than it should, the same tan color as the distant sea floor. The inhabitants feared a tsunami was coming, a fear that was seemingly confirmed by a series of tremors and a rumble that echoed along the shore. The source of the quakes slowly came into view as the sky was filled with the mountainous face of a dragon; its bright eyes glaring down upon the tiny villages with contempt.
"All of you treated me like crap a few years ago, now I will return the favor." The dragon shifted from his crouched position over the chamber pot. His member slid out from its slit, getting harder by the second. "First I suppose I will give you a sea."
From the villages below the booming voice of the dragon brought a chill down their spines as the words sank in. The dragon's semi-erect phallus obscured their view of his body. The villages watched as the dragon's urethra bulged with the oncoming urine, there was no time to reach higher ground. The torrential downpour of hot piss was not aimed at any of the villages, but the splash back alone was enough for some droplets to destroy a few houses. The level of urine soon neared the depths the ocean had been, the deluge finally ending.
The villagers all gave a sigh of relief they survived with minimal damage, but it came far too soon. The sky darkened as the dragon's rear end hovered over the vessel. As their eyes adjusted to the dim lighting they could clearly see the fine details of the dragon's butt. Each individual scale larger than a farm; the space between them were canyons. Below the base of the tail, the dragon's anus slowly yielded to the waste within.
"Breakfast time you little shits."