Prologue

When the Site Goddess appeared privately to the ten selected couples, in her fancy suit, twirling her fountain pen attached the clipboard, the Genie watched unseen, chuckling over the myriad responses.

The Site Goddess posed well in her professional disguise, a noted psychologist, uttering with intellectual authority the marital advice that would allow her perverse conspiracy, all in the name of entertainment of course. "The responsibility of marriage is not to be taken lightly," she began ten times, one for each affianced couple. "You can't stand to be apart now for five minutes, but a time will come when you will want your space. Before plunging into a lifelong commitment, you should take some time alone to be sure this is really what you want. On the island, if you need a quiet place to think things over, there are private cottages available. Nothing that happens there can be seen by another, they are magically shielded to make eavesdropping impossible. If a visitor happens to come by, they will have no memory of what happened there once they leave. Only you will know." The Genie had to admire the straight face she kept during that lie, she had a throng of people promised a peek.

Akima and Cale shared the same dubious look where they occupied a blanket in the sand, enjoying the fresh scenery. "I don't know," Akima said slowly.

"Trust is an integral part of a relationship," The Site Goddess intoned. "If you do not trust each other than how can you love each other in healthy way?"

Cale laughed and patted Akima's hand. "like anyone else is going to want me." And with the couple agreed.

Anya was as doubtful as Akima, but since Dimitri thought it a great test of love she supposed it wouldn't hurt to agree.

"Oh, great!" Belle had said in her thoughtful yet naive way. "With all the wedding plans, I haven't had much time for reading. This will be a good time to catch up. " The Beast looked her nervously but gave no protest.

Tulio seemed blind to the fact that Chel was just a bit over eager, twitching her hips as she bobbed up and down happily at the thought of an island to herself - or nearly. "Oh, Tulio," she purred in his ear in her sultry way. "We'll make it a game. If you can find me, we can have all the fun you want." The Genie did not have to rely on cosmic powers to bet that this lady planned to make herself scarce.

Emserelda and Phoebus both protested fervidly, clinging to one another's hand. "We don't need to think about anything," they said in near perfect unison.

The Site Goddess put on a worried frown. "Well, if you are too afraid to explore the possibility something might change then you are denial of something plaguing the relationship. This is not a good sign." And this was how she got them to agree.

Jane too was a bit skeptic, but Tarzan reassured her. "I've spent my life alone in the wild and I haven't made any monkey babies, it'll be all the same to me. It'll be fun, and you can show me all the exciting things you've found to draw when the week is done." He took her hand. "I'll look forward to it." Jane was too flattered to protest any further.

Jasmine and Aladdin were the most unhappy. The Site Goddess grew so exasperated with their saccharine declarations of love that she flat out threatened them into taking her advice. They, of course, were going to be the most interesting.

"I've been getting a little tired of you, wonder boy," Meg said teasingly where she lay in the sand. "Maybe we do need a little break."

Hercules made a sad face but let her have her way.

"What?" Shang roared in irritation, stopping in his tracks where he had been chasing Mulan in the surf. "What are you, Chi Fu with a PHD? This is ridiculous. I'll spend enough time away from her in the army. I'm a commander, I was taught the cost of a bad decision."

"Yeah," Mulan spoke up beside him. "I made a decision to take my father's place in the army, I think I who I want to marry."

Shang cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? and just who were you choosing between?"

Mulan punched him playfully. "You and the three men I took a bath with."

The captain was livid. "WHAT?" he roared.

"Oh my," the Site Goddess intruded. "There is hidden anger between you two. You really must work this out or it will fester like an untreated battle wound."

After that, Pocahontas and John were a piece of cake.

And so, each kissed their partner goodbye, reassuring them with the usual mush of making their love stronger and this being all for the best. Some looked more eager than others. The Genie smiled to himself, wonder how well a conscience stood against the azure waters, the gilded sand and the caress of sunlight, freedom and the promise of no one ever knowing.

---

Day One

There was much time for thought and contemplation that day, as the twenty-two inhabitantsexplored their new paradise, wandering about under the warm sun. Some thought to their relationships went into it, but nothing beyond this would be a very romantic place for a special tryst. The Site Goddess rubbed her hands. Let the tempting begin.

Akima lay quietly on the beach outside one of the special cottages when Dimitri stumbled upon her, sprawled in the sun. He immediately admired her slender yet strong form, displayed quite nicely in the blue two-piece swimsuit, revealing sculpted tanned legs.

"Hello there, beautiful," he tried to sound charming, to get the young woman's attention. It was all too splendid, being left alone with a gorgeous woman where no one could see. He thought about Anya, of course, red haired and beautiful, and a Grand Dutchess besides, but there was nothing wrong with admiring.

Looking him over doubtfully, the shaggy auburn hair and plain clothes, Akima was put off by his dress. "My name is Akima," she mumbled just a bit crossly. Not too crossly, because well, he was cute!

"Akima," he repeated with satisfaction, he was getting somewhere at least. Kneeling beside her smiled devilishly, eyeing the bottle of sun tan lotion beside her. "Beautiful weather, but so bad for the skin, dangerous even." He lifted the bottle. "Here, let me help you."

Not to be fooled, the young pilot laughed but said firmly. "Listen, I know what you're after, but I'm engaged."

Feeling a bit guilty that he had been plotting to seduce this faithful woman, Dimitri put his bottle down. "Yeah, so am I," he admitted sadly. "Enjoy the sunshine, Akima. I'll be going now."

Cale, on the other hand, did give Akima cause to worry, although of course she didn't know this. Belle had elected to stay inside during the strong afternoon heat, to protect her delicate skin after all. But she sat curled up on a wicker chair in a bikini top and short wrap around skirt, enjoying the scenery. Cale was at once taken with the bookish girl.

"You're in this gorgeous sunny place and you're going to spend time reading?" Cale asked with disbelief, raking a hand through his blonde hair.

Marking her place with a finger, Belle hardly looked at him. "I'll go out when the sun goes down. There won't be much to enjoy if I'm sunburned. Besides, reading is how I relax."

That gave Cale an idea, he stood behind her and placed strong hands on her white shoulders. "All show you how to relax," he said close in her ear.

Snapping her book shut, Belle turned and promptly rapped him on the nose with it as if he were a bad dog. "No." she scolded firmly, opening her book again. Leaving Cale walking away in a pout.

Meanwhile, in another secluded paradise. Clopin was juggling mangoes and capering about for Chel, who sat cross legged under the shade of the mango tree. "Wow, good with your hands" she applauded with a grin. "How many can you do at one time?" It was not hard to miss the hidden meaning in that.

Smiling slyly, he let the fruit fall from his hands. "What's the fun of mangoes if I'd rather be playing with melons?" And without preamble reached for her top and yanked it off.

Chel's cheeks flushed, excited by his aggression, her bare bosom golden in the sun. "Well," she flashed her smoky dark eyes at him. "Why didn't you just come out and say so?" Pulling him down with her, she straddled his lap and forced his back against the cottage door. Her rising cries of "Oh yes! Yes! Clopin, Clopin!!!!" sending the Site Goddess into gleeful giggles.

As they say, like should marry like. Tulio happened to catch Jasmine in the middle of changing into her swimsuit, unfortunately she only had the bottoms on and had her arms doubled behind her head to bind her hair up before trying to tie the top on.

"Umm, oh my," Tulio whistled his appreciation from the doorway. "Talk about hot Arabian Nights. " Coughing, the controlled himself. "I mean, hello there."

"Hi," Jasmine returned, turning around to fasten her top hastily. Blushing, and looking sheepish, she turned over her shoulder. "Um, could you help me?"

More than willing, Tulio hopped over to assist her with the red spandex strings. "You know, I was always better at taking off woman's clothes than putting them on."

Jasmine laughed nervously. "Where are you from?"

"Spain," he answered, but very distracted with sneaking a look over her shoulder at those fabulous plump breasts, dreaming of what a pillow they would make.

Satisfied that her top was secure, Jasmine turned around, but only to be crushed in Tulio's arms and thrown on the bed beneath him. "You know no one finds out what happens here," he reminded between the ardent kisses he planted on her neck. Jasmine sighed in pleasure beneath him, turning this prospect over in her mind. Aladdin would never find out...

Tulio's hands strayed to her hips to tug off her bikini bottoms, but Jasmine bolted upright and pushed him away. "Look," she said, out of breath, her face red with passion. "I don't think I could live with myself if I did this."

Aladdin was as eager as Tulio, watching Emserelda dance alone on the beach for sometime before he made himself seen. The beautiful gypsy liked his rugged yet boyish looks, obliging his requests that she dance more. His enthusiasm pleased her, and soon she was putting on her most seductive show, jumping in his lap and wrapping her scarf around his neck.

He seized her in a passionate kiss. "I always wanted to be with a gypsy girl," he confessed, gazing deeply into her vivid green eyes. "I bet you're wild."

"No one will know if you find out," she whispered back, running a hand through his hair. They began kissing again and tugging off each other's clothes before Emserelda jumped off his lap. "This isn't right," she declared at last.

"Why not?" Aladdin protested with great throbbing in his groin.

"It just isn't." The gypsy insisted. "Please leave."

***

"Hey! What are you doing?" Shang called to Meg as he noticed her reaching for too green bananas, stretching on tiptoe against the tree. "Those aren't good ones."

Turning her head, Meg studied the intruder, wetting her lips in approval. He was tall, and well built, like a statue. "I like them that way," she winked coquettishly. "Not too soft." Besides, she couldn't reach any others.

"Here," Shang offered, picking a bunch of bright yellow ones without straining in the least. He separated one and offered it to her. "Try this and tell me it doesn't taste better." He proceeded to watch as she removed the peeling with slow deliberation, plunging the fruit seductively between her lips. She must of herself so alluring, but for the most part he found her quite lewd, this too skinny girl. Her hair was pretty though, a deep brown sparkling garnet in the sun, and she had a charm about her that would be more effective without her indecency. He doubted she was purposely flirting, but this was just her way of joking.

"Ok, you win," She said at last in her throat voice. "So where'd you learn how to pick fruit?"

"In the army," he answered simply.

"Oh yeah? Is that where you got those muscles?" This time Shang laughed, she was harmless and entertaining. "What else did you learn?"

And so, where they could have been making wild passionate love on the tropical sands with no one being the wiser, they sat down and chatted instead.

Mulan was even better behaved than that. John smiled in appreciation for her exotic beauty as he walked by, offering a friendly greeting which she returned and continued walking.

Both these couples fought temptation remarkably well, boring for the Site Goddess.

"Forget it!" Pocahontas snapped for the third time as Phoebus slid closer to her on the couch, trying to kiss her. "I told you, I'm not interested."

"Oh come on," he pleaded. "I know you like English guys, but hasn't anyone told you the French are good lovers?"

The Indian princess eyed him suspiciously. "You're french?"

Several hours later Phoebus gave up and went to satisfy himself in the corner.



***

"Look, look, stop it!" Hercules protested as Jessica continued to rub his chest and bite gently at his neck. "I told you, I'm engaged."

"So what," the pretty redhead brushed him off as she sprawled on top of him in his lawn chair, her hand dipped treacherously below his waist. "Like that little broomstick gives you anything to grab onto. I'm a real woman." She placed his hands on her breasts for emphasis.

Hercules lay back and closed his eyes, resistance was futile, he never had a chance...

That evening the beast sat beside Jane before the fire. They had been talking all day and had come to like each other. The scenery was really quite romantic, the gentled surf and the clear sky painted in rosy hues after the sunset. Jane leaned on the Beast's shoulder and sighed in content.

"I'm really going to miss you," she said.

"And I you," the Beast turned, slipping an arm around her. They gazed up at each other, sharing one long intense look. There was desire between then, real desire, something they were too afraid to explore, something they could not stop thinking about. Yet between them, they had made an unspoken decision, it was best if they simply remembered each other as friends.

On another part of the island, Anya was admiring Tarzan where he waded in the water, though he seemed not to notice her at all. She could go to him, she thought, win his attention, feel that lean and toned body against her, run her fingers through his wild russet hair. He was free, so unrestrained... She sighed and turned away before her fancy got the better of her reason.

---

Day Two

The Site Goddess was bit miffed that only three of the new mixed couples had took advantage of the Genie's handiwork that day. It was no fun when they turned away from their gorgeous visitors with hardly a look of interest. Today would be different, more lively, she hoped.

Jasmine, this time fully clothed, had the bad luck of a very eager Phoebus chasing her around her part of the island. She tried threatening, she tried ignoring him, but to no avail.

"Oh, come on," the French soldier pleaded, grabbing her around the waist from behind. "It's not like we're betrothed to other people." He said this with great sarcasm, finding the whole predicament funny. Well she didn't think it was funny, not after what had almost happened with her and Tulio.

"Hey!" Jasmine shouted, prying herself free. "Haven't you ever heard of date rape?"

Phoebus thought this over and laughed. "You heard what the doctor said? You won't even remember! Haha!"

With a mighty growl, Jasmine stormed off.

It was a good thing she didn't try to run and find Aladdin.

He and Anya were playing in the water, with Aladdin diving under to pull her legs and dunk her while tickling her in the process. Anya was giggling and splashing him playfully, Aladdin grinned too, it was an ideal way to feel her up. Aladdin was determined to score once this week after all.

"So, you want to go to my cottage and have some wine and fruit?" Aladdin offered as soon as Anya's head was above the water again. "It's really good wine."

"Um," Anya looked him over from scraggly hair to hairless chest. An image flashed in her mind of them drinking together, dancing together, of them... oh my! Well, it wasn't a bad picture... but. "Maybe some other time. " She left he invitation open in case she should change her mind.

Had she been psychic though, she might have chosen differently.

Mulan was proudly demonstrating her martial arts moves for Dimitri, she was bored and wanted someone to talk to. He was watching with interest, she was so spirited and exotic. He tried to think of Anya, Anya, but this black haired warrior would not leave his thoughts. Akima had already made him feel so terrible about yesterday.

"Wow, you're really something," he praised her with a lusty wink. "It's a lucky man who manages to tumble you into bed." Hint, hint, willing man standing right here.

Mulan didn't take it, or ignored it, she only looked embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Shang and Jane were sitting on the front of room of another cottage. Shang brought her a plate of food and sat down on the sofa beside her where she was bent over her sketch pad.

"What do you like to draw?" He asked with genuine interest, distracted only slightly by the bit of white thigh displayed in the high slit of her skirt.

She smiled. "Animals."

"Oh really?" he leaned back. "Lucky animals, wish I were one."

"Maybe you are," she laughed, he raised his brow. "A tiger? no, no, a..."

She broke off when she turned around to look at him, grinning at her. He thought about kissing her, a fleeting thought. She was so.... cute!

But, ahem, not as cute as Mulan.

My name is Ping

Right.

On the other hand...

"Wait, Tarzan," Emserelda broke away from Tarzan's passionate kiss for the third time, catching her breath. He was a wild man, in every sense of the word. "What about faithfulness and commitment and all those things I believe in?"

"You're right, we shouldn't be here." but he still kissed her again.

"Wait, Aladdin... I mean, Tarzan, Tarzan!" She corrected herself hastily. It was no use, Phoebus was probably cheating on her anyway. Oh, she was a bad inconstant woman! ***

At the sight of Jessica posing in the doorway, Cale knew he was in for it. The tall busty redhead paraded proudly in a wet black bikini, her fair skin glistening with beads of water from a swim she must have taken just now.

"Well, hi," Cale said, just a bit uncomfortable in a mere pair of shorts which didn't hide certain reactions too well. "You look like you're having fun."

She gave a smile seductive smile, licking her lips and turning so he could admire her physique from the side, and admire he did. "The fun hasn't begun yet, big boy," she teased with a laugh, striding forward to run a hand down his chest.

Cale stiffened (oh, bad pun!) people said that if a woman was too easy than she wasn't worth it, but this was fantasy paradise, so he supposed such advice didn't count. "Well when does it begin?" he grinned back at her.

"Right now," she grabbed him with a fierce kiss.

Akima was facing equal seduction but wasn't quite as impressed. Clopin had joined her in lying on the beach that day, trying to find ways to entertain her while she worked on her tan. He offered her a massage, which she refused, he offered to serenade her, which she refused. Finally he gave up and plopped down in the sand, producing a bright puppet from his shirt.

"Ma cher," he cooed in his smooth french accent, making the puppet bow gracefully before her. "I must have you."

Oh, not again, Akima laid her head over folded arms, but wasn't angry. He was sweet and charming, only not her type. "Hey, how about you make that puppet sing a song instead?" And all day long she detoured him this way. ***

Chel was sitting cross legged on a woven mat beside the beast, who was sitting a safe and proper distance away. Their was a bowl of fruit between them, ripe strawberries, which Chel had already fed him earlier. He knew this woman was dangerous, a threat to his morality, she would jump him in an instant if he gave her the chance. He wasn't going to give her that chance, he was going to be faithful to Belle. He owed her something for putting up with him as a girlie, wimp prince after she had come to admire the sexy beast he had been.

"What do you mean you used to be a beast?" Chel asked with confusion. "You mean now you are under a vow of celibacy or something?"

He laughed. "No, not that kind of beast. A real beast, you know with fur and claws and fangs."

Chel purred at the thought. "Does that mean you like to.. um, well you know... beastie style?"

The Beast was silent.

All at once she threw her arms around his neck, rubbing against him. "That really excites me," she giggled a little.

Her roving hands, so warm and provoking, they seemed to strip away his sense as easily as they did his clothing...

Tulio and Megara were having as much fun on their beach blanket. Tulio had fleeting thoughts of Chel while Meg tried to resist. She tried so hard to resist, which made all the more persistent, but in the end, she couldn't keep her hands off him.

Under the shade of a palm tree, Hercules sat pressed against Pocahontas, her incredible legs bare in the sun. There was sure a lot more meat on her bones than what he'd been used to, and with her long dark hair and beautiful eyes... Well, he would be willing if she was.

She wasn't though. "Well I think I'll go for a swim now," she got up and walked away.

Hercules sat there alone, cursing under his breath.

He busied himself with thinking of Meg instead. Poor Meg, she had such an unfaithful man.

John adopted the same strategy as Hercules, wait for Belle to make the first move. She was much like Pocahontas, couldn't be bothered with it.

---

Day Three

Aladdin was thrilled when Jessica suggested they go skinny dipping on the third morning. After being turned down twice he was beginning to get a complex. Nothing frightened him more than the thought of ending up like Jafar, having to conquer kingdoms and wreak all sorts havoc because he was... erm... displeased with himself.

So he and Jessica shed their clothes and jumped in the water. This was too good to be true, he didn't even have to make a pass at her before she locked her arms around and dragged him back on shore to quench her fit of passion. She was insatiable! All he could do was hope Jasmine was having as much fun, so she couldn't be angry at him.

"Yes!" He shouted to the Heavens, victory at last!

Jasmine was still in bed earlier that morning when Clopin came about. Such an odd man in his curious mix of colors and his bold nose.

"Mademoiselle," he bowed in the doorway. "Come watch the sunrise with me," he purred in his velvet voice. "It is magnificent!"

Intrigued, the Princess climbed out of bed and let him lead her by the hand outside. The sky was beautiful, pink and gold and aqua, with the vivid orange sun. He was seated beside her and grinning, this calculated seductive grin. Her heart fluttered, and her legs felt weak. Aladdin would never be this cultured, this suave.

He took her hand again, peering into her eyes. "Beautiful one, your skin is golden like the island sand where I love to lay for hours, your eyes are dark pools like the ocean in the deepest midnight, yet your smile is a ray of sunshine waking the world."

Oh, Jasmine swooned inside! "I must be dreaming," she stammered nervously, blushing. "I should go back to bed."

And that was how she escaped her temptation.

***

Emserelda spied Hercules on her way to the beach that afternoon. He was standing around looking adorably perplexed at the sight of her.

"I've never seen such a beauty before," he proclaimed with a grin for her. Emserelda smiled but didn't pause in step to talk to him.

Phoebus and Jane were much the same. Jane was busy drawing again on the shore when Phoebus approached, a determined look in his eye. "Hey there!" he called. Jane looked up, just her bad luck to find a frenchmen coming towards her. She hoped he wasn't one of those who bragged about what a great lover her was. "Hi," she answered in a tone that did not invite conversation.

Of course he didn't get it. Men like him seemed to think if he kept at it, a woman would give in just to shut him up. "Drawing, eh?" he observed. Then he plopped himself down in the sand, posing on his back with his arms folded behind his head. "Why don't your draw me like one of your french guys. Hmmm," he mused in his Phoebus way, "maybe if I take off my clothes."

Jane wanted to strangle him, but that was unladylike. Instead she said, "If you stand over there by that banana tree, I could draw you like one of my monkeys." Hurt and insulted, he walked away.

At about the same time, Belle and Tarzan were seated comfortably inside. Tarzan was grinning as Belle read a book to him. "I like books," Tarzan announced. "I never had books before."

"Books are wonderful!" Belle grinned. "They allow us to go faraway places and indulge our fantasies."

Tarzan looked her over, so beautiful, so smart. So much like Jane, he thought with guilt. He tried to hold that thought, but Jane wasn't sitting beside him, she was. "We don't need books to indulge our fantasies," he said quietly.

Startled, Belle looked up with long consideration. She supposed this were true, this whole set up was as romantic as a story - a very naughty story. For a few moments, she was speechless, but said finally, "Indulgence isn't for people with real life loves."

Meanwhile, the Beast and Mulan were only smiling at each other from afar. But neither made the move to approach the other.

That gave Shang a lot to feel guilty about.

He and Pocahontas had been having fun all morning - not that kind of fun, not yet! They had been swimming and running around and playing like wild children. But now, Pocahontas lay face down on her blanket in the sand while Shang rubbed her back. This was really nothing compromising, not where he came from - except that unrelated men and women weren't supposed to touch each other. Well, they sort of looked alike, so maybe, except his legs weren't that nice.

"We should have a child," Shang declared suddenly. He had no idea where this came from, he was sure he wasn't drunk.

Pocahontas laughed wildly and turned over on her side. "What?"

"Well think about it. We're both perfectly gorgeous, in top physical condition, smart, and capable of surviving in a crises. Our child would be genetically superior."

Of course, he felt terrible guilt over this, of course he tried not to get too friendly. He loved Mulan, really he did, but... If his country allowed him to have concubines than this couldn't be all that bad.

Pocahontas sat up and slipped her arms around him. "I like the perfectly gorgeous part," she smiled, staring into his eyes. He had no choice but to grin back and let her pull him down with her on the blanket.

But John wasn't Mr. Faithful himself, only if he was after a baby with Meg he wouldn't have any luck because the girl would never survive childbirth. He followed her a bit and tried to strike up a conversation. She glanced back at him a time or two but didn't seem to interested.

***

Akima joined Tulio in the hot tub with a bottle of wine. She was unsure about this, and told herself she could keep it from going too far. Tulio put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. "Isn't this romantic?" he grinned. "Nice warm water and you and I alone."

With a grudging nod, Akima tried to keep some distance, tried to keep his arm strong form from pressing to close to hers. She wasn't here to have one wild fling after another with strange men, she was here to think about her relationship.

"You know, I've been thinking," Tulio announced suddenly. "This whole vacation has been good for me, the sights," he looked her over. "The smells," he took a whiff of her hair.

Akima was helpless.

Oddly enough, Chel and Dimitri were in another hot tub. Only Chel had planted herself firmly on Dimitri's lap. "You know I'm engaged," Chel declared as if her betrayal was the most romantic thing in the world. "To a great guy."

They begin to kiss ravenously.

"I'm engaged," Dimitri said when he caught his breath. "To an Imperial Duchess,"

And this sent them both pawing at each other in a fit of passion.

Anya and Cale were busy building a sand castle. When they finished Cale looked at it with a grin. "So where's the bedroom?" he studied the sculpture.

Anya was helplessly charmed, and not too distressed over this. "Let me show you," She took his hand and led him back to her cottage.

---

Day Four

Akima was quiet that day after the encounter in the hot tub, and so she was a bit nervous when she met up with the Beast going for a morning jog on the beach. He looked her over with curiosity at her strange hair and she noted that his eyes were very blue. Other than that, she did not find him a threat to her virtue.

She did however, make the effort to talk to him. "hey!" She smiled. "I"ll race you!"

He smiled back. "You're on!"

And so they took off laughing.

Meanwhile Belle was trying to resist the wily Clopin, who was pouring her classes of good French wine and cooing elaborate praises of her beauty. Belle was struck, blushing and swooning at his charm.

"Mademoiselle," he whispered in her ear. "Let me show you a night of gypsy passion." and kissed her full on the lips.

She wanted to melt, it seemed he knew the exact way to provoke her desire. She returned his kiss, the wine going to her head.

"Now, come," he broke away and held out his hand to her. "Let us go to my chamber of love." He was looking at the bedroom behind him.

Belle almost followed him without question, but blinked, seeing through the haze of tipsy desire. "Uhh, we can't do that, you see..."

Clopin frowned, turned down two days in a row.

Meanwhile, Cale was beginning to feel guilty about how eager he'd been these past few days. He promised himself no more, he was going to remain faithful from now on, even if a naked woman sat on his lap and begged him to sleep with her. He was a faithful man, a one woman man now!

So when Jane stepped out of her cottage in a bikini, Cale tried not to notice her. But after her quick dunk in the water when she emerged glistening he thought... maybe tomorrow he would start being faithful.

No dice though, when he tried to talk to her, all he got was a long look, otherwise she ignored him.

Tarzan was doing as well as Jane that day. He sat on the porch eating his lunch with Jasmine. She very pretty, in an exotic way, and he enjoyed looking at her, but other than that, he was just glad for some company. She, however, was quiet and talkative in turns, as though considering something.

Suddenly, she snuggled closer. "You know, you're cute."

He sighed, trying to think of a way to tell her he wasn't interested.

On the other hand, Aladdin was busy plotting how to get his way with Pocahontas. She was smiling and flirting, but kept a distance.

"So, um, you like the water eh? How about we go get wet?" "I don't think so," Pocahontas looked more amused then tempted. She was still thinking about Shang, and well Aladdin didn't compare. Even if they both said "umm" alot.

"Well how about we go inside then and keep warm."

"I'm not cold," She retorted calmly.

These men would never give up.

John hardly had to think of a strategy to tumble Chel into bed. Something about her intense sexual magnatism sent them embracing and peeling off each other's clothes after a few words. He liked native chicks, and where Pocahontas had the legs, she had the hips.

Tulio was busy working his magic on Anya, using his big strong hands to coat her with suntan lotion. Anya was grinning and smiling to herself. Maybe not all men were boys.

"So will you join me for dinner tonight?" Tulio invited with a hopeful smile. "Then you could be desert."

Anya giggled, she could not help herself. Was cheating once really that better than cheating twice? Either way, she was still a bad woman. But she couldn't use the excuse she was half asleep and Cale looked like Dimitri and she got confused. That was her alibi in case this was ever published in the paper or something.

"I'd like to, but I can't." she turned him down firmly.

Dimitri wasn't going to let a chance slip away though, he had been waiting for the right moment to make a move on Emserelda all afternoon. He kissed her suddenly, and she did not protest, in fact she pulled him closer to her for several more kisses. She was ready to give in when he ruined it by saying something stupid. Men!

"You know," Dimitri smiled at her, "Of all the girls I've had on this island, you're the most beautiful."

"You!" She pushed him away. That did it.

***

"So what's your name?" Phoebus asked Meg with a smirk, he had being trying to get her into conversation for some time, only it just occurred to him to ask her name. .

"Get lost."

"Hmmm," Phoebus rubbed his beard. "Doesn't sound Greek."

Despite herself, Meg giggled.

"I'm Phoebus," She didn't slap him, so he supposed there was still a chance. "Means sun god."

"Does that mean you're hot?" She meant it as sarcasm, but his persistence was beginning to flatter her. She hadn't had a good man since... what was his name?

Phoebus grinned. "Well we could find out..."

Meg thought this over for a while. "Well, ok, but only once. " There was nothing else to do anyway.

All Hercules and Mulan did was grin at each other that day. She had no plans of being untrue to Shang, and Herc seemed a bit nervous around her, perhaps afraid she would kick him across the island if he stepped too far. She knew he was interested though.

Shang, on the other hand was in a tough situation, praying someone would rescue him. Jessica had him cornered, groping his muscles and begging him to flex for her. "You remind me of He-Man?" she laughed.

He-Man? Bah, Shang thought with disgust. He did not walk around in underwear and boots!

"Umm, look," he tried to move away but found his back pressed against the wall. There really was no way out. "Could you just stop petting me it makes me nervous."

"What if I kissed you instead?" she gave him no chance to answer before trying it.

A flash of panic ran through his mind, what if he couldn't resist? What if he was that weak? what if... He didn't want to resist, that curvaceous figure, that fiery hair... oh, help, his hands were pulling at her dress. Must resist, must resist, woman bad, ahhhh!! Mulan!! "No, no stop," he commanded. "That's enough!" Wrestling away from her was harder than fighting the Shan-Yu, and that wasn't the only thing that was hard. But finally, finally, he got away, and escaped from the enemy's trap.

---

Day Five

"I must admit you are very exotic," Akima admired Tarzan openly. "A wild man." She said this with a lusty sparkle in her eye.

"Exotic compared to the apes maybe." And this made Akima laugh, he was so charming. At least he didn't have to make a wise crack every two seconds.

Apes, not a romantic image. Akima thought she'd best consider what she was doing before pursuing this further. "How about we go for a swim?" She'd almost tagged "instead" at the end of that, but then he would know she'd been thinking of doing something else.

A swim or a tumble in the sack seemed fine by him.

Cale on the other hand couldn't control himself. Which was good because Chel didn't even bother either. They threw themselves at each other right away and Cale was so intently studying her body that he didn't see her face until it was laying on the pillow beside him. He was thankful she was pretty, very much so, or he would have felt cheated. Never mind that he'd been cheating everyday of this vacation. Oh well, years later he was cursed with impotence.

"Hey, sexy!" Tulio stepped in front of Pocahontas.

Pocahontas blinked and kept on walking, thinking it was that Pheeble guy again.

Meanwhile...

"Fee, fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an English man!" Jessica snuck up on John from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist and whispering in his ear. He nearly jumped, looking around to face this red-haired, large busted statue of seduction. Could any man resist? Or any woman for that matter? This woman's breasts were a threat to the sanctity of marriage!

"Mmmm she continued," nuzzling his neck. "What would I find if I climbed up your bean stalk?" He jumped again when her hands travelled to a perilous place.

"Hey now," he batted her hand away. "That's property of a princess."

"OH?" she quirked an eyebrow. "What if I just hid it for a while in my secret little vault?" My, the woman had the most lewd sense of humour. She needed a chastity belt.

"Umm," he struggled, but it seemed her offer was physically tearing him away from his own conscience.

She didn't give him another chance to protest, but in another minute was all over him like whipped creme. ***

Mulan's slap across Phoebus' face caught the Site Goddesses attention.

"What part of no don't you understand?" The woman warrior was fuming by now.

"The "no" part." Phoebus said with patient determination. He loved Esmeralda, but Mulan was hot. Actually, Esmeralda was hot, Mulan was cute. "Do you mean no not ever, or no not right now? Because I could come back tomorrow..."

"If you come back tomorrow, i'll have a grave ready for you in the sand!!!"

He wondered why this magical island didn't take care of PMS... it seemed to be going around this week.

"Hi," Esmeralda smiled nervously at the Beast, clutching her beach towel in her hand.

"Hi," the Beast smiled back, just as nervously, smiling too widely.

They were transfixed on one another.

"So, do you want to do me... I mean do something," Esmeralda fumbled over her words, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

The Beast smiled, glad he was not the only one with improper thoughts. "Anywhere... I mean anything you'd like."

She stepped closer, peering into his vivid blue eyes. Now was her chance. She had been trying to resist, poor Phoebus, but it just wasn't working. "Would you like to see my dance of the seven veils?"

Looking her over, the Beast smiled. "You don't have any."

"Exactly!"

Hercules could not stop gazing at Belle as she knelt down to bring him a towel. She was very polite and helpful, not to mention pretty. She was as pretty as Meg, only in a different way - much more... wholesome. He thought about just accepting the towel, drying off and then going on his way, but he could not stop looking at her.

"You know my shoulder hurts, could you give me a massage?"

Belle gave him a second look and smiled. "Lay out in the sun a while, the heat will loosen it up." And she picked up her towel and went on her way.

Women were cruel, Herc decided.

"Haha" Megara giggled and she and Aladdin lay facing each other in the sand. They were thumb wrestling, of all things, gazing at each other stupidly and feeling giddy. "You have a big thumb," Meg observed in another fit of laughter.

"And you have a strong grip," Aladdin returned.

They spent another five minutes in a long goofy stare before Aladdin spoke.

"You know I haven't been a good boy this week."

Meg hung her head. "I haven't been so good either."

"So let's not take this too far, ok?"

"Ok" Meg agreed.

Jasmine was being solicited by Dimitri.

"What's a beautiful girl like you doing all alone on the beach?"

"Sun bathing," Jasmine answered with a smile. He certainly was cute, and charming in a clichéé way.

"Well, it must be nice to be that towel and have you lying all over me."

Jasmine blushed, it would be nice.

"But the towel gives me nothing to regret later," she said finally and looked away.

Anya and Shang didn't even get that far, they saw each other, looked as if to say "well that's nice." and continued on about their day.

Jane was having a hard time resisting Clopin.

"Ma cher," he kissed her hand, getting down on one knee. "You are ek-skwee-zeet!"

Jane just blushed and grinned.

"Tell me you cannot resist me," those black eyes peered into hers. But she did.

---

Day Six

Phoebus awoke on the sixth morning feeling rather lucky. Mulan's rejection the previous day had been harsh to say the least, and he decided to use the sheer strength of his will to be sure it did not happen again.

So he strode right up to the cottage he came upon and decided he was going to woo the young lady inside. It had to be lady because apparently he was only the man around if he kept only running into women - mean women.

"Oh, hi," Akima answered the door with only a towel on, and another towel wrapped around her head like a turban, fresh out of the shower.

"Mind if I ... come in?" Phoebus asked with a wink.

Akima looked puzzled. On this island a man didn't knock on your door to borrow a cup of sugar. "Well I don't know, I'm not even dressed."

He looked at her with a blatant "Well isn't that the point?" but said "Well I promise not to look unless you invite me."

She hesitated again, looking him over. "Come in," she said. And once inside the door dropped her towel to the floor. "You can look now."

Phoebus grinned, a good thing he put on clean shorts today.

Cale's lucky streak was running out, because Meg was not cooperating. She stood there with hands on her narrow hips giving him an overt once over. "So you want me to spend the evening with you?"

"Yeah," Cale nodded. "Why not?"

Meg sniffed. "Because I'm not interested." and walked away in a huff.

"Well fine then!" Cale called back. "You're too skinny anyway!"

Hercules was busy trying to work on Anya, although Anya was a bit more interested than Meg had been with Cale. "You know, I like you and all..." she was explaining slowly.

"Well if you like me than why not go for it? I mean how often to get to meet a Greek hero of myth! An Action Figure!"

"Well that's not a reason to jump into bed!" Anya protested, though she said it before he did.

He winked. "We're alone on an island, who's gonna know?"

"I don't know!" she stammered. "God, I guess."

A bad argument, since we all know Herc's father couldn't keep his toga closed. Still, Anya wasn't going to budge.

It was a bad day for the resident tomcats. Dimitri was scoping out Belle on the beach. "So how about you put that book down and I'll show you a real paradise?"

Belle couldn't help herself and broke out laughing. "Go have a wet dream or something and leave me alone."

Dimitri sighed and stomped away.

It took Pocahontas a long time to decide to approach the Beast. He was calmly sitting outside his cottage when she happened to sneak by, unseen behind a palm tree. She liked his looks, his blue eyes and long hair.

"Hey , there stranger," she appeared and stood before him. He regarded her suspiciously and smiled at the look of her in a bathing suit. She wondered what on earth was so fascinating about her legs.

"Hello," he answered in his deep voice. She liked that voice, strong and rumbling. It made her laugh a little.

"What's so funny?" he asked defensively, and a bit nervously.

"Nothing, you're just... so serious is all."

"Yeah, well, I'd hate to think a beautiful woman was laughing at me."

Pocahontas sat down close to him, laying her head on his shoulder. "Well, I'm sorry."

The Beast smiled, but maintained his distance. Pocahontas sighed, even if she was turned down, she was NOT going to the corner!

"Wow, you're really something," John admired Jane's drawing skill, flipping through her sketchpad. "All those animals, they look so real."

"Thank you," she grinned. Shang and Beast were good guys, but this was the first she had met with sex appeal **author begs to differ** She liked how refined and rigid he was, it was very adorable. Little did she know John was secretly looking for nudies. Nudies of her.

"I'd love to see more of you," John smirked. "More of your work I mean."

Jane giggled but maintained some dignity. "That's all I can show you for now." she said firmly.

"Come on, wild man," Chel was beckoning. He was trying hard to keep his eyes on her face, to ignore the fact that she was completely naked. Jane would never do that!

"Umm..."

"Oh, don't by shy... climb me like a tree and show just how wild you are."

Well, he supposed he couldn't argue with that.

***

Funny as it was, Jasmine, Aladdin and Mulan and Shang got to swap partners for the day. Which was pretty kinky if you think about it. The Site Goddess intended it this way, whoever thought the brave girl warrior would be so darned frigid.

Shang was not shy about ogling Jasmine, in his part of the world not many women had such large bosoms and her big dark eyes and long hair only added to the pleasing picture. The only thing that bothered was the same thing that bothered the rest of us, her neck was bigger than her waist! Minor detail, though.

She looked him over with approval, but did no more than that. He thought about making a move on her, hard, but decided his fling with Pocahontas was enough fun for one week. Mulan was still cuter.
Aladdin also thought Mulan was pretty cute, though he could have been sand beneath her toes for all she noticed him. He also thought about trying his luck, but changed his mind.

So basically, the four of them wasted a good opportunity.

And at the end of the day, the island was filled with the torrid cries of

"Ohhh Clopin!!!"

"Ohhhhh Jessica, darling!!! YESS!!"

Need we say more?

---

Day Seven

"Wow aren't you a hottie," Aladdin said, and catcalled Akima from afar.

She turned around, glaring. "Thanks I guess."

"Too much of a hottie to spend a day with a street rat?"

She gave a considering smile in appreciation for his looks. At least she was thinking it over. "Actually, I was hoping on having the day to myself."

Cale too was in the hunt for some company. He cornered Esmeralda in the front room of one cottage, kissing her on the lips. Her green eyes went wide, first with outrage then with desire. He was certainly a better kisser than Phoebus, who slobbered.

"Now, maybe you'll be willing to negotiate," Cale smiled at his small success. "And let me stay."

"Well you can stay," Esme said all too quickly. Then she swallowed and took hold of herself "But keep your hands off me."

Cale shook his head and left. What else did she think they were going to do, watch the smurfs all day?

Phoebus knew when to quit. He had no plans of seducing any woman that day. So when Anya came running across the sand, he was unprepared. All he wanted was one little fling before he went to Esmeralda, something to use in a fight if she ever told him no one else would want him. But the red-haired Anya was smiling at him.

"Hi," she said. She kept staring, liking his looks.

"Well, hello there," he answered nervously. Well if he got his way with two women, than that would only strengthen his argument against Esme. He just knew she was going to say it someday. "Care to join me today?"

Anya stopped and frowned in thought. "Actually, I was thinking about having a day to myself."

The Site Goddess sensed a trend.

"Oh what I would give," Dimitri was pouring it on thick for Jane. "To feel those artistic hands on my skin."

Jane heaved a mighty sigh. "You'll have to cut them off my dead body first."

She was in a foul mood today.

"Oh Tarzan," Meg locked her arms around him after some thought. You only live once, she decided, and you'll never meet a man like this again. "This is our last day on the island, help me make it memorable." And with that said she kissed him several times to show him what she wanted.

He played along for a little bit, then gently pushed her way. "Actually, I was hoping on having a day to myself. "

"Oh! Oh! Ride me like the Minotaur, baby!" Chel was urging Herc on, both panting heavily in the throes of their passion.

While Tulio was busy hoping Mulan would decide to ride him like Khan, Mulan was hoping Tulio would ride away and break his neck.

Shang wondered what it was about this pretty European woman which had him so beside himself. Pale skin and light hair had not seemed so attractive to him before. But after five minutes of watching her sitting there reading her book in the shade, he had become quite intrigued. He opted not to approach her though, it was alright to look but in the end he still loved Mulan more. Besides, she hardly looked like she returned the feeling, probably thought she was too good to sleep with someone who wasn't white.

Meanwhile the Beast was being petted and admired by Jessica, each time she purred in his ear or touched some... erm... personal part of his body... his resistance grew weaker and weaker. He had tried though.

"Mmmmm, I bet you're ferocious," her voice was a velvet caress. "I love animals."

The Beast grinned and submitted himself to her will.

***

Jasmine turned around to see who was behind her. She was impressed, but not that impressed, and kept on.

She heard jump mutter a string of curses and grinned.

Meanwhile Pocahontas thought she was going to be good as well that day. Until Clopin showed up, sputtering poetry. Oh he was a devil!

"Mademoiselle," he grinned when he found that she was willing. "Let us pretend for the night we are two wild creatures..."

She giggled and they went rolling around in the sand for a few hours.

---

The Final Results

The following day, the couples were reunited again, waiting on the beach while the Site Goddess sat in the shade of her office looking over her clipboard. Eyes were averted among the vacationers, heads were hung, and most of the men looked too ashamed to show their face again to their partners. As well they should be.

"Li Shang and Fa Mulan," The Site Goddess called from the doorway of her office. The pair came forward nervously, Shang a bit more nervous than Mulan. He was afraid the Site Goddess would be all for honesty and force him to tell Mulan about his tryst with Pocahontas. Pocahontas! Her best friend from Survivor... Animated Lust Jerry Springer anyone?

"Congratulations," the Site Goddess said after closing the door behind them. "You have passed my test of faithfulness to each other." Shang raised his eyebrow, but she shook her head. "And you Li Shang, are the most virtuous man on this island." Mulan grinned, but Shang wondered why the Site Goddess never mentioned Pocahontas. He wondered what the other men on the island had been like. "You may go now." And holding hands the pair left.

Belle and Beast were next, who also passed the test just behind Shang and Mulan. The Beast had given in twice to Shang's once. But the Beast decided he was never going to give in again.

"Now you, Jane," the Site Goddess smiled, "are among the three most virtuous women on this island. But you Tarzan, I think you have some explaining to do to this young lady."

Tarzan hung his head. "Umm...."

"Well," The Site Goddess filled in for him. "Let's hope you learned your lesson."

Aladdin and Jasmine and Anya and Dimitri got the same treatment. They had only given in once, but ought to teach their men a lesson or find someone less... eager. Jasmine and Anya decided to go shopping and let the men fret for a while.

For Cale, John and Hercules, masturbation was suggested to curb their sexual appetites. For Akima, Pocahontas and Meg, each were awarded a copy of the Kama Sutra so they might better please their partners.

Phoebus and Tulio were tossed dirty magazines, and threatened with castration if they didn't stop trying to hump everything with boobs. Chel won the chastity belt in the Site Goddess' drawer, and Esmeralda couldn't be blamed for her behavior since she was engaged to Phoebus.

The Site Goddess pulled Chel aside. "Is the word "no" in your vocabulary, young lady?"

Chel blinked, folding her arms defensively. "No." she said and walked out.