Splish Splash I was Taking a Bath

At his behest, Manea tossed the shimmering bath bomb into the water with him. He made a dive to try and catch it, but ultimately ended up just splashing about while the bomb bounced off his chest and landed in the water beside him, erupting into a fizzing shimmery foam that spread around him. The suds tickled and tingled at his skin, eating away the dirt and grime and oils that had built up from the weeks of not having bathed properly. It felt glorious! Alastor breathed a sigh of relaxation and closed his obsidian eyes while he let the bath bomb do its work purifying his coat and cleansing and moisturizing his skin. With his eyes closed, all Alastor could notice was the tingling sensation all over his body and the fizzing sound of the bath bomb at work. He'd definitely have to thank his firefly cryptid friend for this wonderful product!

After some moments of scrubbing himself, Manea's concerned voice perked his ears up and Alastor peered over to her with a quizzical expression. "Hmm? Why-" Alastor's question died on his tongue however when he saw the clumps of ebony and scarlet fur drifting about in the water with him. Abyssal eyes widened in shock, and he quickly raised his paws out of the water, half afraid to see his skin start melting away from bone—but thankfully, there seemed to be no harm to accompany the tingling. His paws and toes, however, were completely stripped of their fur. Gasping in shock, Alastor hurried out of the water, but the damage had been done. As soon as he emerged from the lake, every part of Alastor's body below where his neck had poked out of the water was bare naked, not a patch of fur left on him.

Alastor looked all over himself, gawking at his exposed dark gray skin, an effect of the melanism trait in his genes. Sure, without his fur, every rippling muscle in his hulking body was on prominent display, but gods, did he look silly with his fully furred head and nothing on his body! Wait, hold on... Alastor lowered his head and peered down his body to his private parts, and- yep, fully naked! No fur anywhere, not between his toes or on his tail or anywhere! Alastor's jaw hung open in shock while Manea tittered at his predicament, making a comment about not having to rinse him off. Still too much in a state of shock to say or do anything, the dire brute just slumped back onto his haunches, suddenly feeling chillier in the northern climate air than he was used to. "I'm going to file a complaint with his manager," muttered a very sullen Alastor, wondering who paranormal entities even reported to. Was there a hierarchy of demons, with demon managers and demon bosses?

"Alastor Mendacium"