The winds were howling around the cottage one day, a summer thunderstorm in progress. The shriek of the storm began to arouse the witch, as the intensity of the weather began to arouse her desires. She stood before her mirror, nude, pulling her long blond hair back and admiring her sensual grace. Her nipples were hard and she slowly ran her fingers lazily across them, feeling her juices begin to flow. 

She ran one hand down her body, slowly moving her legs apart and darted a finger inside. "That's it!" she sighed, and began looking for her spell-book, intent on conjuring up a bed mate for the afternoon. The only spell she could find called for a male animal, which would be turned into a virile man for her pleasure. 

"Come here, Screech," Ariel whispered, "That's a good kitty!" The old tomcat hopped upon the bed, purring loudly. Ariel chanted the necessary words and, in a swirl of multi-colored mists, the cat was transformed into a large, good-looking man with piercing green eyes. 

Ariel felt her desire increase as the man motioned for her to join him on the bed. Quickly, she slipped out of her robes and lay beside him. He kissed her deeply, his hands moving over her body, teasing her, his tongue darting flames into her mouth. 

Ariel moaned, a low, throaty sound, and slid beneath him. His mouth darted to her moistness and his tongue and lips rapidly brought her to the brink.... "Now, NOW!" she screamed, clutching at him, "Fuck me now!" The man smiled, a lazy feline smile, as he watched the writhing witch beneath him. 

Gently stroking her face, he asked; "Now, aren't you sorry you had me fixed?"