Well One Bite....

Peach stares at the mushroom on her desk. It was getting late, but the mushroom had plagued her mind most the day even when she wasn't researching. It's eyes just glared back, the light of her candles reflecting in it's little eyes. Her gloved hand picked it up and brought it up to her face. Her stomach growled in response.

"Just... one bite." she justified to herself. Bringing it closer, she smelled something from the mushroom, a sort iron like scent. Still she came this far, might as well keep going. She slowly parted her lips and inserted the mushroom, biting just a small piece off. The texture was so soft, so easily chewable, and the flavor so juicy! In fact it seemed the mushroom had some sort of liquid filling, which... while tasted odd was also somehow pleasing and warming. Peach quickly ate the rest of it, not caring how messy the red fluid made her dress.

It made her feel so rejuvenated, so energized so....tired? Peach felt the weariness from several hours of meetings and research start to weigh in on her but at the same time she felt buzzed. Her head was covered in a fuzziness, the kind that comes from a not quite yet bad headache. Some sort of allergic reaction? Perhaps, as even the light was starting to be too glaring for her.

"I still have... an hour or two before dinner." Peach muttered, giving a slight yawn, "I'll just... take a nap real quick."

She closed her curtains, took off her big puffy dress and landed in bed with a soft 'thump' as she cradled the pillows and blankets, sweat starting to cover her skin. IF she wasn't doing better by dinner, Peach figured she'd ask Toadsworth for a nurse or maybe send Mario for some medicine. And maybe some... steak...., zzzz

As she drifted off to sleep, the effects of the shroom started to become apparent. Smoke started to form around her bed and flow upward, covering the bed and slowly coiling around Peach. It took great interest in hugging her curves, causing her to moan in her sleep.

The Vamp-shroom started to do it's work. Named after the nocturnal predator of myth, those that consumed the shroom were turned into proxies of the curse. There was just one problem;