Arguing

Phoebe and Prue were in a heated argument in the kitchen. Both had showered and were wearing bathrobes.

"What's going on?" asked Piper.

"Who's that?" asked Prue.

"My new boyfriend."

"Chuck," said the demon.

"Oh, well your little sister is a bitch!"

"Me?!" said Phoebe.

"Yes you!"

"What happened? You can tell me," said Piper.

"She made me wet my bed!" Prue and Phoebe said at the same time.

"What?"

"She sneaked in my room and put my hand in warm water last night!" said a red-faced Prue.

"No, she did that to me!" said Phoebe.

"So you both wet your bed?" asked the demon.

"I don't think she did," said Prue. "I think she's lying."

"I am not, you stuck up prude!"

"Ladies, it's clear that one of you pranked the other then wet her bed herself," said the demon.

Phoebe left in a huff.

"You need to get her back," said the demon. "I suggest maybe hair remove her in shampoo."

"Great idea," said Prue. "I have to get ready for work. Don't drink all the coffee."

The demon and Piper were alone. "What are your plans for today?" he asked.

"I have to work at the restaurant until 5."

"I'll visit during your lunch break for some 'afternoon delight,' said the demon, "and we'll have a quicky anal fuck before you leave."

Piper swallowed hard as she thought about the demon's huge cock up her tight, virgin anus. "Yes, my lord. Will you join me in the shower?"

"Yes."

They went upstairs. Before the shower, the demon knocked on Phoebe's door and suggested she put some laxatives in Prue's travel mug of coffee. He then joined Piper in the shower.