All dialogue written by the members of the Drakelord Campaign and partially edited to fit a story format. Characters are owned by their respective players: Sheaa by @Bonzobread116; ...

“What do you think’ll happen if we actually find that dragon camp? Are they all like those ones we fought?” Half-elf ranger Thia spoke up to break what had been a momentary silence, swirling the drink she had in hand and looking over at her companions huddled around the campfire.

“Hopefully it’s in another cave we can destroy,” Sheaa the necromancer mused quietly.

“I think actual dragons are way worse…” Vivianna’s squirrely tail twitched as she spoke “At least, that’s what Lizard-lady keeps saying,” she said, looking over her back at the scaled soldier resting under a tree some distance away.

“Yeah, but even without those, just the human-y ones, like her,” Thia said, nodding over in the same direction. “… are bad. Bad enough.”

Vivi nodded. “Yeah, we might need way more training to take on real dragons.”

“We’d need more training to take on any of them,” Thia said. “One of the little ones almost set a bunch of people on fire, what would seven of them do?”

“I don’t think we could take seven of them. We’ll need to be careful and maybe not stand so close to each other when fighting them.”

“Yeah, I’ll never make that mistake again,” the necromancer chimed in.

Then a new voice spoke up, that of a dog-woman wearing a towel. “Those tough ones seemed more like… leaders.”

“Oh, welcome back,” Thia said before looking up and watching with an eyebrow raised as droplets fell from Willow’s hair. “What about their leaders though?”

“Yeah, they put up more of a fight than the mooks, but I think they’re just as much underlings as the rest of them,” Vivianna said.

“The dragons that nearly killed us, they seemed more like leaders.” Willow folded her arms as she proposed her ideas. “Perhaps through better genetics, or just selected to be better, or proving themselves… But they were tougher.”

“Being tough doesn’t necessarily make you a leader,” Sheaa pointed out.

Willow shrugged. “Maybe not, but we’ve killed a couple now… and some were easier.”

“Dragons are weird,” Thia said. “Some places do things that way anyways.”

“I’d say they were more like commanders than leaders,” Vivianna said before taking a quick sip of her own drink. “They’re probably taking orders from people higher than them. I wouldn’t want to rush into meeting their bosses, though.”

“Mhm. Not being dead is nice,” Thia said as she finished what remained in her cup.

Willow struggled to formulate a response. “I just figured that uhh… err, maybe the ah… leader-guys, maybe it works on some… strength hierarchy… Some things do.”

“I’ve heard some ancient dragons could be titanic,” Sheaa commented. “But, anyways, let’s just take our fourth drink here…”

“Fine, four isn’t too bad,” Thia said, turning to Willow and Vivianna, recalling an earlier bout of alcoholism. “How did you two get that bad at five?”

“We were drinking stronger stuff,” Vivianna said.

Thia raised an eyebrow. “But less of it.”

“… L-leave me alone,” Willow muttered.

“Sorry.”

“Or I’ll kick your ass.”

“Rude,” Thia said, covering her rear with one hand.

“Your hand won’t save you,” Willow proclaimed. “It’ll be… a victim of kickin’ as well!”

“No kicking, that’s cheating!”

“Slaps only,” Vivianna said. “Gotta feel that rumble on your palm. Might cop a squeeze or two on impact…”

“No squeezing either!”

Willow reached out and tapped Thia with her foot. “Kicked…” Then she fell to sit next to Vivianna. “I’m tiiireeeed…”

“I don’t think I’m tall enough for you to sleep on me,” Vivi said as she looked over at Willow.

“… I think I can make it work,” Willow said as she looked Vivi up and down.

“I’m eager to see you try.”

Willow then leaned over quietly, resting with her chest against Vivi’s body.

Then the necromancer suddenly chimed in. “Hey Thia, it’s time for drink five.”

“… Alright, let’s get it over with,” Thia said, holding out her cup so that Sheaa could fill it, then quickly downing its contents.

“So,” Sheaa said as she poured her own drink. “How do you feel?”

“Fine… I think,” Thia said, gently squirming where she sat. “J-jusht one more, right?”

“Yes.”

Vivianna chuckled while the ranger and necromancer spoke to each other. “Thia’s slurring…”

“Hey, h-how are you not moving around like that? Everyone else is falling over, why aren’t you?” Thia cast a suspicious glance over at Sheaa. “It’s cleric magic, isn’t it?”

“Maybe I’m blessed tonight,” Sheaa said with a shrug.

Vivianna, too, looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “How much must you have drank when we met to be that weird back then?”

“What do you mean? I don’t remember us having alcohol until the last town.”

“There was some,” Thia said. “With the other cleric.” Then she crossed her arms and muttered to herself with a pouty expression. “Dumb other cleric and her dumb wood…”

While they spoke, Willow huffed and pressed herself even closer to Vivianna.

“I kinda like this,” the squirrel-woman muttered to herself. “Er, and, weirdo, what happened when we first met is what made me start calling you that. Getting so drunk you chase ducks and try to extort mayors.”

“I don’t remember extorting that mayor… Or having anything to drink that night,” Sheaa said with her head tilted. “D-did I make myself look like that much of a fool?”

“Yeah, you really did. You were like a whole other person when you sobered up that time,” Vivianna replied.

Willow, meanwhile, groaned and let her head fall into Vivi’s lap. “Urggh…”

Sheaa brought a hand to her face. “Wow, I can’t believe it, I’m so sorry.”

“Eh, at least you’re doing better this time,” Vivianna said before the weight of Willow’s head registered in her mind, and she looked down to see the dog-woman resting on her. “Oh, oh my,” she mumbled, reaching down to scratch behind Willow’s ear, prompting the dog-woman to squirm and roll over onto her back with a little kick of her legs.

“Well… anyways,” Sheaa said, reaching for the bottle. “Thia, it’s time for another drink.”

As the necromancer prepared another set of drinks, Thia winced and bit her lip as the pressure that had been building within her bladder from a night of drinking finally caught up with her and registered itself clearly. Even with her mind clouded by drunkenness, she could feel sharp pangs from within and a pressing desire to get up and go somewhere else before something were to happen to her clothes.

But the sound of wine being poured prompted a leak, a gentle stream starting to flow into Thia’s shorts. “Not again!” she hissed as she fought to untie the drawstring holding up her pants.

Vivianna kept an eye on her, gently petting Willow’s head as she watched Thia loosen the string enough to lift herself off the ground and tug her shorts down her legs to her knees. The half-elf sat down again as what used to be the better part of a bottle of wine trickled down to the ground for a moment before her stream intensified.

Thia sat back panting, her face thoroughly crimson as a forceful stream left her, spraying out in an arc and landing dangerously close to the fire several feet away, and only getting closer as her relief continued. For a solid minute she stayed in that position, urine surging from her and landing in the dirt just short of the firepit, sometimes even spraying some of the wood but never truly managing to snuff out the flames.

And when the last spurts and trickles left her, she let herself fall backwards to lie down in the grass and savor the feeling of it against her flushed skin.

“Six… might be too much,” she said quietly with heavy breaths.

“I… Uh…” The necromantic cleric muttered aimlessly as she stared in awe at the scene before her. “What in the… Was that?”

“Haha… she… peed… hahahahaa,” Willow chuckled weakly, looking up from her place in Vivi’s lap.

“Woah…” Vivianna, meanwhile, was wholly entranced by the event. “That… was… amazing!”

Sheaa started rocking back and forth once she was able to pull her eyes away from the collapsed half-elf. “Um… Did I win?”

“Thia is out, and I think that was an impressive finish,” Vivianna said, confirming the ranger’s forfeit from their contest. Then she muttered quietly, fumbling with her words and well aware of the Wildman resting in her lap. “Um… I kinda… wanna… Hehe… M-maybe later…”

“’s’nuff wine for now,” Thia mumbled once her heartrate had returned to normal, pushing herself up to her feet and pulling up her shorts before wandering off back to her tent.