Fanning out the Flames

 Forced by a magical spell to remain across the wicked witch’s lap, the feral girl was howling like a hungry wolf cub, which caused the sexy raven-haired spell-caster to laugh wickedly, “Your bitch of a mother should had warned you, Wild Child, THIS is what happens to werewolves who wander into The Witch’s Woods. I remember setting her sweet ass on fire a time or two, too.”

Satisfied that the werewolf had learned her lesson, the witch gave her cherry red rear one final fiery stroke with her bundle of birches, before releasing her from her spell. Flying off of her lap, the were-girl began to fan her furry tail furiously back and forth, trying to fan out the fires raging all across her boiling hot, blistered bottom.