Danielle lay silently rigid in the old witch's down bed. Moments earlier she had been in the throes of passion with her young wolfman. Even now in her abject horror, she found a smile stealing across her lips. Their warm sweaty bodies had glided together, and then he had penetrated her. He was a real animal in bed. His smooth skin was soon hirsuit, and she felt as though she'd be rent asunder. Danielle shivered as she recalled the huge knot binding her to him, and the magnificent seven orgasms she enjoyed.
The wolf sat on its haunches by the fire licking itself. It was basking in the mindless contentment of sexual fulfillment. A bed pan struck him in the head, and he yelped.
"Jason! How could you!" sobbed Danielle. Per the witch's curse sex had restored her - or should I say his memories.
"Huh?" Jason growled, "What was that for, Dan?"
Then he stood on all fours and blinked.
"Oh, shit, Dan." He too rememembered. Then he shrugged, "But hey man, that was one good fuck. Say, you know since sex broke the witch's memory spell, maybe sex will break our physical spells too?" He remembered well enough that the witch had said their bodies would be restored only when they got off the island, but he was a young wolf and he was still horny.
"I don't think so," pouted Dan.
Jason climbed back into his loincloth and shifted into his handsome human form. He slid under the blanket and next to Dan's warm female body.
"Bud, Dan, you're my best bud. I'd never do anything to - well, I'd never tell anyone what happened. I mean we're victims of an evil witch's spell. I mean, we're young and horny, and male and female," Jason said softly sliding his arm under and over Dan's soft round shoulders.
Dan felt oddly secure in Jason's embrace. He pushed his/her petite weak body against Jason's large strong one.
"Well, I guess, I understand. It wasn't really your fault," Dan said begrudgingly.
Jason's hand had found her breast and was gently fondling it.