Peeping Princess

By Evil Orange Crayon

Disclaimer: I own nothing, if I did I probably wouldn't be writing this here and show would have some definite adult overtones to it. :E

She's at an appropriate age for this to be reasonable. She's a little ooc cuz well... I honestly doubt she'd do this. So she's channeling my inner perv. While this part may not have any real "adulty" goodness to it there are some definite overtones to it that I personally enjoy. It's rated M for the mature content that I intend to place in it.

This will take place a few weeks after the first peeping. I'ma be lazy, sorry.

She had gotten into the habit of knocking on his door since her first mistake. But, at some point, she had paused before knocking to listen. If she heard his usual ruckus, she would knock and wait politely to be told she could enter. He was perplexed by her sudden manners about knocking, but he didn't seem to complain.

When she didn't hear him, however, she would knock lightly. If she got no answer, she found herself entering anyway. Something she couldn't name would have her look to see, if maybe... just maybe she would catch a glimpse of something.

She had an overwhelming desire to see him again, to see the large tattoo that took up his back and touch it. Really, she wanted to touch any part of his skin. Usually, there would be no noise because he wasn't in. He had gone to run an errand or was out assisting her father with something for an event. It became frustrating, because she knew what she was doing was wrong and she should stop. But, the want was overwhelming.

This time, it was later than her usual visit would warrant. She had stood outside his door for a good half an hour before she found the nerve to knock. It was quiet as far as she could tell, when she opened the door she was confronted with a horrid stench and the workshop appeared to be stained an unsightly shade of purple.

"What happened?" She whispered curiously, hearing a tirade of curses that weren't his usual sort echoing from his room.

"Spell backfired," his familiar answered for her. "He was combining a spell and a potion that somehow turned everything purple and smelly. How he managed it, I don't know." The raven was perched on the rafters high above her head.

"Where is he at?"

"He turned everything purple and smelly," the bird repeated. "He's trying to bathe the putrid stuff off." Her heart sped up and she looked towards the door of his private room, she swallowed hard. "Look at you, wanting to peep on him again, aren't you?" He tsked, "When did you become so vulgar, princess?"

She pulled out a bag of seed and tossed it upward, which he swooped down and easily caught, "the first time was an accident."

"And so is this time, right?" He went to an open window, "I will leave you in peace to enjoy this elsewhere." And with that he was out of the window and out of her hair.

She breathed a short breath of relief before pinching her nose against the horrible smell that clung to his workshop. She went to the door to his bedroom and, as silently as she could, she managed to open it a crack. He didn't appear to hear her, fortunately, because he was too occupied scrubbing furiously at the purple patches on his face, neck, and hair.

He sat in a copper tub filled with steaming water that had taken a purple tint to it. He suddenly submerged then bolted back up with a gasp. A curse, not one of his usual ones and decidedly profane coming from him, and he stood up from the purple water to fetch his wand.

Her eyes widened as she got a full view of him. Of course his body hadn't changed since she last saw it, but this was a full look at him. His hips were decidedly narrow, as the rest of him appeared to be. His thighs appeared to have a bit of tone to them, though he was crouched slightly in an attempt to keep from falling from the copper tub.

Between his thighs was a part she had never seen before, though she was sure what it was. His manhood hung limply, not looking entirely impressive though it still managed to cause her to choke back a gasp and put her hand to her chest, it hung from a short nest of dark hair. She didn't understand the fascination with the male anatomy, but her knees were weak and she felt real disappointment at seeing him sit back down after cleansing the water of the purple tint.

She found herself watching still, as he scrubbed himself and tried casting various spells to cure himself of the odor. She would have continued to watch, unabashed, if it weren't for a familiar glow that lit up the lower half of her face. She backed up from the door, looking up frantically to make sure he hadn't seen it before she turned to make sure the amulet hadn't summoned anyone.

She was the only one occupying the workshop. Obviously, this would mean she was cursed. She scurried back to her room, fearing the consequences of her actions. She looked into her mirror and saw no differences, she pulled her gown off just to be sure. She looked the same. There was no croaking hiccups, she wasn't stuck being small. What curse had the amulet cast upon her?

She sat on her bed in nothing but her shift and looked worried, she didn't hear the slight creak of a door opening. She didn't notice she had company until the gray ball of fur struggled up onto the bed and curled into her side. "Hey Sof," her old friend distracted her. "You look worried, you okay?"

She lightly started to pet his fur, taking a moment to scratch behind his floppy ears, "The amulet cursed me and I don't know what the curse is, yet."

"You got cursed? For what?"

She flushed, not wanting to tell him, but the words rushed out of her before she could stop them, "I've been spying on Mister Cedric. I saw him undressed a few weeks ago and tonight I saw him bathing. I knew I shouldn't have looked, but I did anyway. When I skipped magic lessons, I lied to him about the reason," she covered her mouth and looked down at the rabbit for any sort of judgment. She hadn't wanted to say all of that. It had just come pouring out.

"Wow," the rabbit said after a long moment. His eyes were wide and he looked from her out in the space of the room, "That's a lot to take in, Sof. Why would you do that?"

She grimaced and looked down, she didn't want to tell her friend. She knew how he felt about her sorcerer, "I love him." She blinked then looked at him again. She hadn't intended to say that. "I didn't mean to spy on him the first time. It was an accident. After that... I kind of... well, I just wanted to see him again."

"That's pretty heavy," he said with a huff. "I'm not sure how you're going to get rid of the curse, once you figure out what it is. You're probably going to have to go to him for help." He paused to scratch an itch himself before settling against her. "I would definitely suggest you stop peeping on him. If he catches you, he's going to be angry."

"I know," she whimpered.

"How about we go to bed, you can rub my belly and we can think of a game plan for how to handle this curse?"

She smiled and stood, "Okay let me go get my pajamas on."

Sorry, to post this a little later than I intended. Holiday travel, I'm sure you are familiar with these things. The next bit still needs some work as soon as finish it, I shall share it.