Chapter 4: Desperate Ogre Fucks Italian Man Who Won't Stop Shitting and Farting

 

Pesci looked outside the car window, trying to contain his fart. Melone looked at him and felt uncomfortable.

“Pesci…” Melone said. “Do you have to fart?”

Ghiaccio facepalmed. Prosciutto sighed. Risotto said nothing. Instead, he focused on the road.

“I’m serious,” the lilac-haired man said. “Formaggio should’ve never given you that cup of coffee.”

“You know that Pesci’s tummy gets upset when he has coffee,” Prosciutto said. “Why didn’t you say or do something before?”

“Well…” Melone tried to think of an excuse, but he couldn’t. He sat in silence. They all did.

Pfft! Pesci’s ass softly spoke, breaking the silence in the car.

“For fuck sakes!” Ghiaccio yelled out.

Pesci’s face reddened in embarrassment as he watched Melone roll down the window. Why did he have to sit between Melone and Ghiaccio? The two of them frightened him so much. Melone was too creepy for him. Ghiaccio yells a lot. Sorbet and Gelato would’ve treated him nicely. As for Formaggio and Illuso, they’d probably make fun of him while making fun of each other.

“Melone, calm down. It was just a slight toot,” Prosciutto said. “Roll the damn window. I’m getting cold. And Pesci, say excuse me next time.”

“Excuse me,” he spoke softly, still embarrassed.

Pesci felt another fart coming. He was very positive he could make the next one silent. Butt… he was wrong.

Pffft!

“Excuse me…” the green-haired man said.

It smelled like something died in the car. Perhaps expired ham? Well, whatever the gang wanted to describe the smell, it was pretty bad. So bad that Ghiaccio broke the car window. Melone tried to hide his laughter, but he failed. As for Prosciutto, he was tired. Risotto acted as if nothing happened and continued to focus on the road, but he covered his nose.

“Risotto,” the blond man spoke, “stop the car. Just stop.”

The car stopped somewhere near a house in a swamp.

“Hey, this place looks familiar,” Ghiaccio commented. “I haven’t been here before, but I think Illuso described this place to me.”

“Pesci, get out of the car,” Prosciutto spoke. “Now. Ghiaccio, you too.”

“What? What did I do?” he shouted.

“Now!” he shouted back.

The two were now out of the car.

“Okay,” the blond began to speak, “I told you guys to get out of the car for a reason. Pesci, I’m tired of your shit. I really am. As for Ghiaccio, you broke the fucking window. Pesci, sweetie, we’ll come back for you. Ghiaccio, just follow us.”

“Huh?” the blue-haired man said.

“Step on it.”

Risotto hit the gas pedal and left the two of them alone.

“Son of a--” Ghiaccio brought out his stand and iced the road, trying to catch up with them. Unfortunately, Pesci was all by himself. He sighed as he watched Ghiaccio and the car get smaller and smaller. And shit, it was cold out, but that was probably due to Ghiaccio’s stand.

Unsure of what to do, Pesci headed towards the swamp house. The house looked very earthy. The giant stump on top of the house looked nice. And the boulder! That’s a nice boulder. One thing he didn’t like was the outhouse. He could smell it from all the way here. Filthy muddied pigs scurried about. Were pigs native to the swamps?

Before he could knock on the door, an ogre opened it. His clothes were covered in mud.

“Oh, um, hi,” he greeted with his Scottish accent.

“Hello,” Pesci replied. Pfft! “Oh, what was that?” He pretended his fart was some other noise. “I think one of your pigs is squealing.”

“That wasn’t my pigs.” He’d seen through the lie. “Better out than in, I always say.” He let out a toot himself.

Pesci giggled, and so did the strange ogre.

“Who are you? I’m Pesci.”

“I’m Shrek.”

Something drew them closer together, but he couldn’t tell what. The two men were blushing at each other. Eventually, they kissed.

“There’s something about you that I like,” Pesci said.

“I like your hair,” complemented Shrek.

Pesci’s face was even redder and began to sweat. Although he just met the ogre, he wanted to do more, something filthy. He wanted to do something hot. His mouth opened. I want to have sex with you, he thought, but his nerves kept him from speaking aloud.

Shrek placed a finger in his mouth. “I can think of something to do with you,” he spoke. “In fact, I was hoping to get rid of some stress.” His big green hands gave Pesci’s ass a sharp slap. His ass let out a small toot in response.

“Uh, are you sure?” Pesci asked. He was sure Shrek heard him fart.

“You farted, but I don't care. You're hot.”

“But this is my first time!” he blurted out, causing him to stop whatever had in mind.

“I'll be back.”

Shrek went somewhere and came back fully naked with a bottle of lube and a condom.

“W-wait!” Pesci shouted. “Are we having sex right here and now? What if someone sees?”

“You damn right we are, beautiful. And as for your question, nobody's here except for us and the pigs. Speaking of pigs...” Shrek got a hold of the man’s coat jumpsuit and ripped it off with sheer strength, leaving him his underwear on. Oddly, the ogre didn't rip that off but pulled it down. “Now, where were we?” He lifted the chinless human off the ground. Pesci wrapped his arms and legs around him. “You might want to loosen your grip on me.”

Pesci unwrapped his arms and looked at him. What was he planning to do? Shrek then pushed him away, causing him to land into the mud with the pigs. They stayed away from him, though.

“Squeal for me, my little piggy.”

The chinless human wasn't sure what was going on. “Um, oink?”

“Come on, you can do better than that.”

He was really doing this, huh? Well, since he wants dick so bad, he did his best imitation of a pig.

“Excellent, sweetheart. Now roll around in the mud.”

He did as was told. His body was covered in mud. Before anything could happen, Pesci’s stomach rumbled. He feared his next fart might be a shart. Meanwhile, Shrek’s knob was throbbing. He looked like he wanted to take him.

“I think you're ready,” he said.

The ogre put his condom on as poured a gracious amount of lube on his cock. He picked the little man up, aligning his cock with his asshole. Pesci wanted to say something, but it was too late. Shrek had entered him. Pesci was in pain, not just physically, but mentally because…

“I haven't gone that deep, yet I feel something. It's warm and--” He pulled out, causing shit to fall out. Pesci looked like he was about to cry. Shrek was silent for a few seconds. “Well, that never happened before. Want to keep going or do you need to shit some more?”

This was not what the green-haired man was expecting. “Hold on, I kind of need to poop.”

“It's alright. Do it right here, right now. Some of the mud is hiding some pig shit, but mud is mud. You'll get clean if you shower.”

Yuck, Pesci thought. Whatever. He took a shit anyways. “I'm never drinking coffee ever again. You can continue.”

Shrek then fucked Pesci. Their moans echoed, terrorizing a town nearby. A cop was sent to investigate an hour later. Once the cop stumbled upon Shrek’s house, all he saw was a shadow of the couple. Pesci was bent over while Shrek continued to fuck him. Although the cop was unaware it was their shadow, he believed it was a demon with a giant cock. He left in fear and because of the smell. Word eventually spread, reaching the members of La Squadra’s ear.

“Shit, we forgot about Pesci!” Prosciutto spoke.

“This giant cock demon sounds ridiculous,” Ghiaccio commented.

“Agreed. That title belongs to Risotto,” Melone said.

Risotto sighed.

“What if I told you I met someone with a bigger dick than Risotto’s?” Formaggio said.

“The two of us met somebody with a massive cock,” Sorbet replied.

“Prosciutto,” the capo spoke, “go find Pesci. This is your fault.”

“There's no point,” Illuso finally spoke up. “He's near this swamp. There's this asshole. Sorry, but Pesci’s probably dead.”

The whole team went silent.

“Are you certain?” Melone broke the silence. “If I remember correctly, you described the location of this place to us as well as the owner of the home. You were also a sobbing mess. Are you sure something didn't happen between you and that person?”

“You did sound like you went through a breakup,” Ghiaccio added.

Illuso’s face went red. “Shut the fuck up!”

Prosciutto sighed. “I'll go find him, or whatever's left of him. Wish me luck.”