NEMO-Buttrice

The conditions were too hot for people to be out working, but this was no problem for Ghiaccio, who returned home after a kill. He headed straight for the showers, tossing his clothes on the floor while on the way. Despite his stand powers cooling him off, he still needed to shower. Ghiaccio placed his glasses near the sink and hopped into the cold shower. The others would convince him to take warmer showers so they could have sex with him, except for Melone. But Ghiaccio rejected everybody. Shower sex sucks. Nobody was at his apartment, and he wanted some alone time. He breathed easily, hands reaching down his ass to wash them. “Nice ass,” a voice complimented. Ghiaccio turned around and let out a scream. It was an ogre with the description Formaggio described when Ghiaccio visited him. If he remembered correctly, his name was Shrek. The ogre was naked, and his thick and hardened veiny cock enticed Ghiaccio; but right now, he was pissed. “What the fuck are you doing in here? How long...

  “I can remain calm,” Ghiaccio tried to convince himself, looking at the traffic right in front of him. There were tons of cars in front and behind him, stretching for miles. Judging from that, it seemed like he’ll be here all day. It was a hot day too. Luckily for Ghiaccio, he can cool himself off. If only he could cool off that hot-headedness of his. “ Fuck! ” Ghiaccio yelled. “This is ridiculous!” yelled a woman. “Come on! I need to shit!” yelled a man. There were cars honking, a baby was crying, and someone was playing their loudly obnoxious music. The blue-haired man gripped the steering wheel tightly because he wanted to strangle all these people. Keep honking, he said in his mind, because surely it’ll keep traffic moving. And to the guy with the music, you have no taste. To the woman who looks like Melone, shut your damn baby up! Suddenly, he got a call from Melone. He answered the phone. “ What? ...

  Shrek headed to Melone’s room. The piss has dried off by now. While he was on his way, he bumped into Illuso. “Shrek, this is terrible!” he worried. “I didn’t want to bother you, but something happened to my dick when I got back to my body.” The ogre sighed. “What is wrong with it?” “It’s small!” Shrek rolled his eyes and kept moving. “It didn’t shrink!” the brunet yelled. “Merlin’s magic made Formaggio and I switch cocks!” The ogre entered Melone’s room. When Melone first moved into this room, it was meant for Shrek and Fiona’s children. Of course, before the divorce, and they wanted to live in the swamps. Melone was sowing some clothing for the baby. “Oh, Shrek, come have a seat. How are you, and what the hell is Formaggio yelling about this time?” He sat down next to him. “Illuso,” he corrected. “It was about something I could care less about." “Oh,” he said, placing down the sowing kit on the end table. “Shrek, you didn’t answer my other question?” “And what was the p...

  It took a while, but Shrek managed to calm things down with Illuso and Prosciutto. His driver managed to get to their houses quickly using shortcuts. He hadn’t been in this city long, and it was nice to see the other parts of this city, hidden away from plain sight. One thing that did bother him was the lack of a roof on the car. The people of this city acted as if they’ve never seen an ogre before. “Is that all?” the blue-haired driver spoke. “I have nowhere else to go at the moment, and I need to wait for maybe an hour for everybody to get ready,” Shrek replied. “What about me?” he asked. “You? Wait, are you part of--” “La Squadra? Yes, I am. You fucked my teammates. Now I want you to fuck me.” The driver stepped on the gas and drove into a dead-end where nobody could see or hear them. “Where are we? What are you doing?” Shrek demanded. He saw the driver’s hand go into the glovebox, searching for something. It was a box of condoms, flavored and unflavored. The ogre could...