A/N: I had this written out pretty quick. After this one I'll be sure to update Paradise Lost before updating this again, I promise. The idea for this one though cracked me up, I had to do it!

This one is titled Meow and you'll see why in a moment. The thought came to me and... I couldn't resist. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Princess and The Goblin

Five hours ago.

"You are getting a little better at casting spells, Irene," Great-Great-Grandmother complimented the princess while she flexed her fingers. Irene was in awe that she had just pulled that off at all, and looked over at the pile of ashes that used to be a chair. A slow, smug grin slowly crossed her features.

Next time I see that goblin, he is toast!

Irene still had the reunion between her and that sad excuse for a prince fresh in her mind, even if it were two weeks ago. Sure, she went home, cried for a week, and refused to take any messages from Curdie when he sent them. He had no clue she had found out about his little blonde friend. But Lootie had always said, If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all. So she didn't reply to any of them.

Which reminded her that her beloved maid was retiring this week.

Irene sighed sadly and looked up at her grandmother just as the apparition touched her shoulder gently.

"Are you alright, Irene?"

Irene nodded slowly. Grandmother smiled as her hand retreated, "Good. Now that you have been able to cast a few spells correctly, you must now write them."

The Princess only half paid attention to what her grandmother had said. All she had gotten out of it was something about another spell. Sighing heavily, Irene took a seat on the chair said grandmother had regenerated after she had blown it up, and waited patiently for the large spell book to be floating in front of her.

When it finally appeared, though, Irene was confuse.

"Um… where's the spell?"

"You have to write it, darling," her grandmother replied sweetly. Irene gave her a look that questioned her grandmother's sanity. The elderly woman only nodded her head in the direction of the book, beckoning her to do so. Sighing heavily, Irene twitched her fingers and a quill pen appeared in them. She paused again, this time even more confused.

"What do I write?"

Her grandmother chuckled and took the pen from her granddaughter's fingers, jotting down a few notes for Irene to remember.

"Well when writing a spell you have to make sure that it is something that hasn't been written before. Now, a fun idea would be a transformation spell."

"Transformation?" Irene half yelped, wondering if Grandmother was suggesting she turned herself into an animal. The woman giggled and nodded, pointing a finger at the sleeping Turnip who was curled up by the fireplace provided by said grandmother on their entry to the tower.

"What do you want me to do? Turn him into a dog?"

"That would be good practice, actually," her grandmother smiled. Irene looked at Turnip. Hopefully he wouldn't hate her for this later.

Now.

So waking up to your father sneezing in your face was something quite usual for Froglip. However, waking up to him sneezing in his face, and shortly followed by is mother's angry blows to his ass with her stone shoes, was not.

The Goblin Prince didn't even know what had set her off. But after he had woken up a little bit, and began nursing his bottom, he heard what it was.

"Your stupid cat-thing is crying out there. Go shut it up," his mother grumbled. Froglip rubbed the back of his head and looked to his father for support. The king just shrugged and gave him an apologetic look before turning away. The Goblin Prince scowled at his parents' direction, chewing on the corner of his right lip with the two molars he had. His left ear perked up, picking up a small noise he could hardly identify.

Froglip stayed silent, even held his breath, so he could hear it again. Very faintly one could hear it, a small cry of some sort. He could understand why his mother would think of it as being that goblin cat of his, but that's not it.

After a moments hesitation, the Goblin Prince followed the sound by ear to a boulder, which covered the entryway into a tunnel that eventually led to that wonderful view on those pathetic Sun-Peoples' kingdom. Between this entryway and the exit, though, was a seemingly endless trail that climbed upward.

When the journey was over, Froglip fell panting with his nose brushing the shrub that hid the exit, trying to catch his breath.

And then he could hear it more clearly.

"How frustrating!"

Froglip groaned.

It was that Sun-Princess.

"Haven't I told you that this is my spo…!"

He froze mid-sentence after he had crawled halfway through the exit and sent a nasty glare in the direction he thought she would be.

Staring back at him was not the princess.

"What?"

Okay so it sounded a lot like the princess.

"What on Earth happened to your face?" Froglip asked with the hint of a smile playing his lips. He didn't like how sincere the question sounded but any second he thought he was going to die laughing. The person in question shot him a glare that seemingly glowed in the dark.

"Nothing," it remarked, looking back at the castle.

The figure was somewhat silhouetted against the silver lighting of the full moon, making everything at night just as visible as it would be during the day. But Froglip had been able to spot a difference with her and it was mainly her eyes. Though they were still blue, they were large and almond-shaped, and the pupils were slits that changed size each time she focused on something. One thing for sure, though, this was definitely Irene, that useless Sun-Princess.

As if deciding upon it himself wasn't enough, the goblin straightened his posture after exiting the cave fully and began closing the distance between himself and the princess. Something on her head decided at that moment to stick straight up and look in his direction. Froglip paused and tensed, balancing himself on one foot while in mid-step. Soon as the object folded back down he let his foot touch the ground. He snapped a twig just as he was standing on both feet which caused the princess to jump up and whirl around, facing him fully and alert.

He laughed. So hard.

Froglip thought he was going to soil himself.

And here Irene was, scowling in his direction.

The Goblin Prince paused in his laughing to catch his breath, then pointed at her and began stuttering into louder guffaws. The princess… looked so humiliated. Through the tears streaming from his eyes, Froglip could still see her features perfectly. Her eyes, large blue and cat-like, squinted in a glare in his direction while a long, furry tail with a black stripe around it twitched at her feet. The objects on her head were two large, cat-like ears and her face and arms were covered in fur. From her snout down to her chest the fur was white, as well as her left… paw. Everything else was grey and Froglip just couldn't help it. He snorted so loud his nose might as well have fallen off.

Though she still had her long red hair, and her white nightgown on, he could see her feet were larger than normal, actually a lot more paw-like. Her hands were paws as well.

"Here, puss, puss, puss!" the Goblin Prince laughed. Irene's ears folded back slightly in agitation, trying to pick up any other sounds rather than his annoying laugh.

"It isn't funny!" she yelled, hissing. Froglip still didn't move from his position on the ground and had finally ceased his snorting, though he was still laughing pretty hard. Irene let out a low growl, stopping when she noticed her tail was flicking angrily beneath her skirt. Her face flushed and she sat down, holding her tail to the ground with her paws. She gave one last glare at the goblin and sighed, her ears drooping some. He wasn't going to take her seriously, just like how the entire kingdom wasn't taking her seriously.

"Froglip, when are you supposed to be king?"

The Goblin Prince paused in his laughing and sat up, sitting in a similar fashion the princess was a good five feet across from her. His face hardened into an expression of bitter annoyance now that she had brought that up.

"Why would I tell you?" he demanded crossly, glaring at her as if she might betray him. Irene rolled her eyes and looked back at the prince, the tip of her tail beginning to twitch in an annoyed manner. She quickly noticed this and moved her right paw over to hold it down and stop it.

"Well then I'll tell you if you tell me."

"Why would I care?" Froglip shrugged, leaning back some and looking up at the moon.

"Well what do you want then? We're not fighting over anything right now, why so hostile?"

"Hmm, lets see," he began using his fingers to count, "You refused to marry me when we wouldn't have even done anything. You stepped on my feet, sang so that I would cry, made me look like a fool and finally, threw me over a waterfall."

Irene stared point-blank at him with her ears folded back against her skull guiltily. But then she remembered… oh right!

"I was ten, you despicable creature! I was no where near the proper age to marry, I didn't want to be locked away with you, you kidnapped me!" she paused in her angry rant, watching his face light up when she had called him despicable, "You almost killed Curdie, and-"

He cut her off by laughing harder. Irene waited impatiently while he wiped his tears. After he had calmed himself by taking a few deep breaths, he refocused his yellow eyes on her with a hint of amusement in them.

"That sun-boy," he said with a half laugh, "Sounds like it wouldn't of mattered anymore, does it?"

Irene snarled and lunged at him, letting out a feline-like cry as she did so. Froglip had hardly any time to react and by the time she had gotten him good on the shoulder, he kicked her off with his large feet. The princess leapt off and immediately straightened herself. Almost instantly she saw what she had done and smirked.

"Serves you right, you nasty thing!"

Froglip gave her a blank stare before covering the spot with his cape, ignoring the slight amount of blood trickling down from the bite mark.

"You actually bit me!" he said through clenched teeth. Irene turned her nose up at him with a smile, crossing her arms. It was her turn to look amused.

"Don't try that right now darling, I'm afraid my temper is becoming rather short," Irene said teasingly, while looking the least bit interested in him and more interested in watching her claws flex while shining them against the breast part of her nightgown, "After all, I don't know how long I'm going to stay like this. Normally backfires don't last too long, but I'll be crowned queen in a month, even though Father is in more than enough good health to rule."

"You and I both," Froglip rolled his eyes, forgetting how annoyed he was a second ago, "Mother has hardly let me breathe giving me so many duties! And the people complain all the time about her shoes but I can't do anything about them! She's always-"

"Froglip!"

"Speak of the devil," Irene cooed, giving Froglip a sly smile that showed her now very long canines. Froglip gulped and turned around, only to become face-to-face with his mother.

Several things ran though his mind. But all of them said practically the same thing.

I'm so dead…

There were many factors to this. For one, he didn't do what she asked. He didn't shut the cat up(even if it turned out to be the princess). He actually made more noise and if she were to ever find out that he had been talking to the sun-girl without any attempts of revenge at her, he wouldn't be able to move for weeks.

"Who are you talking to?" his mother demanded. Froglip swallowed, then slowly turned his head to look over his shoulder and had to do a double-take.

Where'd the princess go?

"Well?" the Goblin Queen demanded angrily, her light pink hair sticking out on end in anger. His head whipped back around to face her as if to answer, but his voice was caught in his throat. Standing right behind his mother, trying to slide across the rock was Irene, moving silently as she could to get away. The Goblin Queen backed up from her son as if to look at him further, causing Irene to press herself further against the wall to get away.

Froglip knew that instant that if he didn't lure her away from her and gave the princess a means of escape, he'd be in big trouble. Didn't matter if she got in trouble or not, he just didn't want his ass kicked.

"Mother, just look!" Froglip said lightly, grabbing her elbow and escorting her towards the view, "Just look at this wonderful view!"

Irene began to move further way when she stopped, looking at the two warily. This wasn't right…

"It's ugly," his mother huffed, pulling away from her son, "Now quit keeping your secret. Who were you talking to?"

Irene crawled up the trunk of a tree and settled herself on a branch, sitting on all fours and waiting patiently. She could feel the tip of her tail flicking, waiting, her shoulders squaring themselves. If Froglip would help her get out of this mess she might as well have owed him one. Not to mention, no one deserves being thrown over a cliff. She had come to that decision while talking with him. Guess she did feel a little guilty.

The Goblin Queen growled in frustration when Froglip didn't answer right away. Her hand rose as if she were going to backhand him across the face when something dark flew over them, letting out a loud, aggressive roar. The creature was so fast it was almost a blurr, shocking the Queen into fear. She gasped when she could only see the size of it and high-tailed it back to the cave.

Froglip was wincing the entire time, waiting for his mother's blow but when he heard her gasp and retreat, he slowly looked around, looking for the creature. He turned to look over his shoulder and saw the two blue eyes glowing back at him. Irene slid off her perch high off the ground and landed gracefully just a few feet from the Goblin Prince. But as she stepped into the light, Froglip noticed something different about her.

The fur began retreating, and the pads on her paws grew longer, eventually becoming fingers and toes. While the tail retreated, her ears slowly morphed back down to their original position, and the large teeth shrunk back to their normal size. Irene felt the slight sting of all of this as her form changed back into that of a human's. Her ears actually popped a few times so she sat there with her finger in them, trying to make them ache less.

And then she realized that she had stuck her fingers into her ears.

Irene happily pulled her hands in front of her face and smiled, looking from her palms back up at the Prince excitedly.

But he didn't smile back.

Froglip stared at her long and hard for one silent moment, registering what she had just done for him. Not grateful in the least for it, the goblin turned on his heel and left for the cave, leaving Irene alone in the dark to ponder on why he was so upset. One thing was for sure though; she had no excuse for sneaking out this late.

Oh the trouble she will be in now.

A/N: I know it's shorter and more fast-paced than the last one, but I still enjoyed writing it. I hope you all enjoyed it as well and if you have any questions or suggestions, feel free to let me know! =)