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After visiting Samantha's parents, Natasha and Sam returned to their home once more. Some recuperation time was definitely needed after a trip like that, but Natasha didn't have such thoughts in mind. Samantha had made a promise to her; a promise Natasha would never forget. And now, since they had made it back, she was ready to collect her reward: a month of feasting and bathing in Samantha's beloved juices and sweat.

For a whole month, Natasha didn't leave her den for anything other than the necessities. Every day she would bring Samantha into a climax multiple times, sucking up every ounce of cum, every drop of sweat her lover would exude over the hours upon hours she got fucked. Natasha wallowed in gallons of squirt for so long, her own fur was soaked to the brim with the powerful scent of Sam's womanhood. Whenever she went out of her den - and those were very short and infrequent periods of time - she would leave a trail of pungent odor behind her, filling the room with redolent smells that only she found pleasant. It was a time of pure bliss for Natasha; a period of bountiful eatings and unrestrained access to her very own Garden of Eden.

During this month, Samantha was trying to put up with Natasha's habits as much as she could. She had given a promise after all. Natasha did come with her to her parents' house and gave her the support she needed. It wouldn't be right to take it all back and disappoint her. It was very hard for her to cope, though. Her constant orgasming, with little time to regain her stamina, or even to just take a breather, was immeasurably draining. Natasha's appetite was insatiable. Sam was even deprived of her weight loss amulet. Bedridden and exhausted, there wasn't much she could do, other than to offer her succupire the sustenance she craved for.

If it was only for the constant sex, Samantha would find some way to endure the ordeal. It may have been taxing for her, both physically and mentally, but she enjoyed it. It was Natasha who was on the other end of this, and it made her very happy to satisfy her girlfriend. The acrid fumes of her own discharge were unbearable, though. She had been sitting in her own filth for so long that she couldn't stand the smell of it. The bed had become like a wet sponge, oozing out juices with every little movement. The subservient half-imps, usually in charge of cleaning after Samantha, were only allowed to give her sponge baths on the weekends, and never scrubbed under her giant flabs or between her humid legs. They didn't want to go against their master's will, or else they could very easily meet a similar end as their long-lost sister, Roscea.

Be that as it may, the dragged-out month had passed, and it was time for Samantha to be relieved from her promise. She called the Coyote Demon out and declared the end of their deal. And yet, Natasha wasn't coming out of her den. She had been spoiled with such luxury over the past weeks that she didn't want it to end. It had been pure heaven for her, a time that enabled her gluttony to become full-blown. She didn't even miss out last night when she typically made Sam climax 8 times and consumed every last drop of her. Now, overcome with euphoria, she was still sleeping under Samantha's gut, having no care for anything or anyone else at all.

Samantha tried to move her body but to no avail. The only thing she could manage was to wiggle a bit. It didn't seem to wake Natasha up, unfortunately. She tried to think up of something that could help her deal with this situation. Her weight loss amulet was not an option as it wasn't available to her; Natasha had it in her possession throughout the promised period. She cursed under her breath, failing to contain her frustration. She couldn't bear another day sitting on that dirty bed, stinking of cum and sweat from top to bottom. She had to clean herself up somehow, without Natasha interfering in the process.

Both Samantha and the imps knew very well how angry the Demon Coyote could get when her lover was squeaky clean. She hated the flowery scent of soap on Sam and despised the feel of her skin without perspiration or oils. Whenever she went into her den, she wanted to catch all of Sam's fragrance in her fur. It made her feel cozy and especially aroused. But then, an idea came to Samantha's mind. What if she could get the imps to play along? What if she managed - somehow - to persuade them into getting rid of their master for just a bit, even get rid of her putrid smell in the process, and then get her amulet back so that she could take a proper bath herself? It would be a difficult task to achieve, but she had to try at least. She called out for them while Natasha was still sleeping, the perfect moment to conspire safely.

'Auram, Cerulean, Viridi! Come over here!' Samantha whispered and, with only but a short delay, the small fox imps apparated to her summons.

'What is it, my dear Samantha?' golden Auram, the de facto leader of the trio, responded after performing a formal curtsy. 'We are in the early hours and yet you do not rest, I see. Is there something that keeps you away from a good night's rest?'

'There is something, yes! I have a problem over here. Can't you see?'

'I'm afraid I do not quite get what you are referring to, my dear. Could you be more precise? Is it something we could over our assistance towards?

'It's Natasha! Her month of free fun is over, but she isn't coming out of her den. And I can't stand me or her staying in this filthy state anymore. You have to help me move her to the hot tub outside. You know, the one she got a long time ago for us? The expensive one that she used a big chunk of her money from the old days of being a vampire predator? That one. Anyway, here's what you are going to do: Tonight you are going to fill that hot tub with all the soap and shampoo you can find - except for the ones that are for me, we keep those. You will turn the jets on at full force and let it bubble up for a bit. Then, once Natasha gets her fill from me and is still in a sleepy haze, you guys come in and teleport her right into the tub. She will be washed clean in no time!'

'You should know, my dear Samantha, that what you ask of us is very risky, to say the least. I find your reasoning behind these actions understandable, but I am not sure you'll find me and my team agreeable in this affair.'

'I agree with Auram on this one!' sky blue Cerulean interjected with fear in her amber eyes.

'It is very dangerous to go against Master! We want you to be ok and we will look after you in whatever way we have - as we always do. But we have to think of our lives as well! I know you need to be comfortable to be happy with Master, and that we must do everything we can to help you achieve that. But I am too afraid to do that! Master will kill us all!'

'Let's say we do this' all-green Viridi said in a raspy voice, 'What would happen to us? Master isn't very patient. Hell, she is the opposite. She doesn't like us going against her. Also, baths are the worst for her. She will be mad like never before. And then we will go join little Roscea in the ash pile.'

'Both points are extremely valid, wouldn't you say?' Auram continued after her sisters, addressing Sam once again.

'You are considered Master's equal in our eyes as Cerulean mentioned, dear Samantha, and we do not fail to remember that. But, as Viridi so eloquently expressed, what is to come of us once Master Natasha finds out we played tricks on her? Do you think she will take mercy upon us for any kind of reason? I believe not. In fact, she will unleash her fury upon us with fire and impunity. There's no telling what the outcome might be in such a case, except death and regret for us.'

'Yes, that's what I said!' Viridi reassured herself.

'Guys, I really need your help here! If it comes down to it, I promise you I'll protect you. Natasha will listen to me once she is shaken up. I just need you to do this one favor for me, and then I'll take it over from there. There's nothing to be afraid of. I will take care of her.'

'If you say so' Viridi sighed.

'We are actually doing this guys? I will be with you, but this is bad!' Cerulean, still shaking with fear, tried to inspire some second thoughts.

'Well then, since you seem to have such confidence in your skills, dear Samantha, who am I to protest? Your will shall be done.' Auram curtsied once more and vanished along with her imp sisters.

...

Night came once more, and Natasha continued her shenanigans. She did not leave her den at all and continued draining Samantha, relishing in her Garden without a care in the world. She even surpassed her previous cum eating sessions and aimed for an all-nighter. It was pushing 3 am and Samantha was at her tenth orgasm at that point. She could not handle it anymore. If she climaxed again, she would pass out from exhaustion. She was hoping for Natasha to fall asleep first before carrying out her plan, but things looked grim on that part. Natasha didn't give any signs of stopping, so she had to go along with it regardless.

Samantha called out for the imps and gave them the order to teleport their Master into the hot tub. Without losing time, the three sisters came to her rescue and - with a visible uncertainty in their eyes - they carried out their task. Natasha, in one moment, from having her mouth and tongue deep inside Sam's pussy and sucking her salty juices, was splashed into the hot foamy waters of the tub she so hated. The trio even threw the tub cover on top of her, to make sure she stayed in there for enough time, and ran for their lives until they reached Sam's embrace.

Natasha was in shock. She didn't get exactly what had happened at first. She felt the steamy waters irritatingly caress her fur and the pungent soap go through her hair and made her wince in place. But then, she recognized the patterns on the walls of the tub. She remembered this miserable but familiar shampoo that was used on her. And she notice the residual magic that lingered after the teleportation ripple. She only had to put two and two together. And then she exploded with rage.

The hot tub cover was flung into the air as the bath was destroyed by bright blue flames of anger. Out of the bubbly waves that were rushing out came a giant anthropomorphic hammerhead shark demon, spiked and horned like an alien bioweapon. Much like the fires surrounding her, the eyes of the demon were powered by hate and filled with blue magical energy. Her silver fur glistened in the moonlight as she sprung her hind legs, gathering all her strength and aiming for the door, before jumping with a loud thud, destroying whatever she was standing on and whatever was in her path. The door was no match for her furious pummel. It splintered into a thousand pieces, making her entrance into the bedroom a sight to behold. When she finally noticed her little imps cowering behind Samantha's shoulders, she roared and howled, shaking the entire house to its core.

The half-imp sisters were trembling with horror. They knew very well what Natasha was capable of. Especially now in her Demon form, there was no apparent boundary to her rage. Her revenge would be brutal, and images of it flashed before their eyes and made them grip onto Samantha all the more tight. But Sam was not moved by Natasha's flamboyant display at all. When their eyes inevitably met, Sam's Raven stare saw right through her. It wasn't some explosive transformation of magical rage, materializing into this new form of pure hatred. It was merely a facade, and she wasn't going to fall for it.

Natasha growled with apparent might but was caught off guard by Sam's resilience. She didn't bat an eye at her full-blown metamorphosis, something that had never happened before by anyone that had witnessed it. When Natasha changed into her Demon form before, people ran for their lives, crying for mercy and a swift end. But this was not the case now. Samantha was boring her gaze into her, piercing her illusory self and revealing her insecurities. She roared a second time, trying to shake her off and stand her own ground. But she was betraying herself. Her voice grew quieter and quieter and, when her final yap came out, it was a pitifully low whine incapable of scaring even the smallest of creatures. Samantha's burning glare had put her down and into her place. What were brilliant blue flames of hell that surrounded her before, with only a brief flash, had become but smoke and cinders. When the haze finally settled, Natasha lay in the middle of it, dominated and in her old familiar plain coyote form. Her head was lowered, almost submissive, and she didn't dare say a word.

Samantha knew that it was all for show. She didn't lose her resolve for one second. In her raven eyes, it was but a scare tactic for lesser minds, one she would never fall for. She knew Natasha's extents, and wouldn't fall victim to a simple scarecrow display. She looked down at her and, hearing Natasha's regretful cry, demanded that she be handed her weight loss amulet back. She would not be staying any second longer in the filth she was in.

'Once I put this on, make sure you catch me before I land on this sludge.'

Natasha didn't say a word back at her. She complied like a beaten dog. She retrieved the scarlet neckless in an instant and threw it at her. Moments later, Sam had already put it on and was falling through the air, with Nat gently catching her in her arms and putting her down on the floor next to the bed.

The imp minions had been watching all these events unfold with immense veneration. It was a sight to behold, to say the least. Their demonic Master, ages old and powerful, had just been stared down by a mortal.

'Are you seeing what I'm seeing?' said fearful Cerulean, the blue fox.

'I sure am, sister! I don't believe this! Master lost her Demon form! And Sam was not afraid at all! How?!' green Viridi cried, sharing her blue sister's emotions.

'It is a sight to behold indeed!' Auram the golden one spoke last. 'I shall never be more awestruck than this day, my sisterly fiends. The day that Master Succupire Natasha Asmodia failed to inspire fear into a mortal raven, and even lost her ultimate powers in trying to do so. It is as amazing, as it is dreadful.'

Natasha was in disbelief herself.

'How could this have happened,'

she wondered for a minute. This was a turn of events she had never imagined happening. She watched limply as her lover walked slowly towards the bathroom and had no words to share. She looked at herself and winced. Her fur was sparkling clean and smelled of scented soap, absolutely disgusting in her own eyes and nose. The tub had done its job very efficiently, as it seemed. As there was nothing she could do about it anymore, she glanced at the minions that were frozen in place from the events and raised her voice.

'Show is over!' she yelled, 'Pick up your jaws from the floor and go and help Sam bathe herself, you good-for-nothings!

And yet, the impish critters didn't move. They were so astonished by what had happened that Natasha's command did not even register with them. They simply watched and didn't know if they should react or not. They were in shock.

'What the blazing hell are you doing, you idiots? I said move your useless tails and go help Sam in the bathroom! Why are you looking at me like you don't understand the words that are coming out of my mouth? GO. IN. THE. BATHROOM!'

'Maybe if you didn't treat them as punching bags and slaves, they might listen to you more voluntarily.'

Samantha interrupted. 'But you have to shout at them, as always. Come on, foxies! Would you be so kind as to give me a hand with this? I feel more filthy than ever before. My thighs and private parts are killing me. I will definitely need your help with them, for sure.'

The imp trio glanced back and forth between Samantha and Natasha in complete unison, and when Sam addressed them in such a generous - and undeniably new to them - way, they unconsciously jumped to her request and joined her in the restroom. They didn't know if what they were doing was right or not. They played off of each other's instincts. And the kinder command was seemingly more attractive to them at the time, and even more so that it came from Sam. The power scale had just shifted radically, and everyone was starting to notice.

Samantha got into the shower along with the minions. Her state was dire, indeed. The minions gathered the soap and shampoo that they had left to the side, as Sam had requested earlier, and started their work. Blue Cerulean brought along a long brush and scrubbed Sam's back and legs, giving her a long soapy massage to loosen up along the way. Goldie Auram washed her hair, neck, and breasts with great care, making sure to not miss a spot. Viridi took on the private parts area, as was her usual duty. The green fox used a tough sponge at first and cleaned up the surrounding area by removing whatever filth had stuck around for too long. The orgasm juices and womanly smells were plenty, and Viridi's job was hard for sure. After scrapping around the crotch, it was time to move into the sensitive parts. She ditched the tough sponge and used a softer one, with a lot more soap added. She then caressed her gently between her legs, wiping off her pussy lips and entrance with extra care. She knew exactly what she was doing after all. She had done it numerous times before.

When the three imp sisters had finished most of their work, they left Samantha to wash off on her own and moved into the bedroom once again. Apparating all the necessary tools, they started cleaning the room like well-oiled little robots. They opened the windows and doors to let fresh air inside, they changed the bed sheets and wiped the bed frame off, they moped the floor, and removed any stains from spilled over fluids or discharge that had dripped down. There were a lot of tasks, but the fox imps were going at it with no complaint.

While the minions were moving around and cleaning up, Natasha sat in the corner alone, pondering what had happened. Her outburst wasn't totally unreasonable, she thought at first. She had been in her perfect place, her Garden of Eden, celebrating her life and enjoying the nectar of her one and only love. It was what she did best, and what she was made to do. It was what Natasha was meant for. But all that was cut short, and she was violently thrust into her very own version of hell; a hot tub with soapy hot water and

jets spraying her clean with impunity. How could she not burst out in anger? How could she not want to smite the foolish imps down for their insolent deeds? But then she thought of Samantha. She had witnessed her in her enraged true form, and that was something that shouldn't have happened. Natasha never imagined she would appear that angry in front of her girlfriend, and she didn't wish to come to that at any point. And yet, she had failed to do what she so much wanted to avoid. She felt ashamed for not being able to control herself adequately. She had let her emotions get the best of her and she was paying for it. She had even lost the respect of her minions. They didn't want to listen to her and instead decided to follow Sam's orders. What good was a demonic succubus without the power to control her own minions? Especially one such as herself, with a mighty lineage on her shoulders. She couldn't even control herself.

Thoughts were dancing around Natasha's mind. Thoughts that were not pleasant at all. After such a display, she believed it would be the end of it all. The cherished story of her and Sam living together happily for the rest of their lives seemed like it slowly faded away. The period of constant bliss was meeting its abrupt finish and she was not ready for it at all. Filled with anxiety, she clenched her clawed fists and hurt herself. 'Is this what it has come to?' she whimpered, 'Have I destroyed it all? How can I look at Sam's eyes again? The look she gave me said it all! "What the hell do you think you are doing?" it said. "Do you think I'm a joke to you?". That's it. I did fuck up. I bit a lot more than I could chew. She is definitely going to leave me after this.'

At that moment, Sam came back into the room, all cleaned up and shining. She definitely had regained her aura of confidence in herself after that rejuvenating bath. To Natasha's surprise though, she wasn't packing up to leave. Contrary to that, she was moving slowly towards the bed once again. She watched as Sam paid no initial attention to her and casually returned to her previous position, the massive dent on the memory foam bed, and nonchalantly removed her weight loss amulet, turning her into a gargantuan, immobile, blob of flesh once more.

Natasha was ecstatic. She didn't for one moment believe that Sam would actually stay. It had brought her great happiness to see that all her previous mental exercises didn't come true. Still, she kept her gaze low in order to not provoke any further harm to the situation. Ironically, she didn't want to play with fire at this point.

Samantha coquettishly turned her head and looked down at Natasha, watching how she behaved. She looked like a wet dog trying to appease its master. It wasn't entirely unpleasant.

'You will be sleeping on my shoulders today, not your den. We'll see from tomorrow if you'll return there.'

Natasha shook her head up and down in acceptance and glee and jumped on top of Samantha, wrapping her body around her neck like a warm and furry scarf in total compliance. Sam gave her a good pet and thought to herself 'Huh, this isn't so bad after all. Maybe what happened could turn out to be better in the long run. If it stays like this, I could get used to such behaviour!