NEMO-Buttrice

It had been months since Melone had set eyes on Shrek. In those few months, he had almost forgotten about him until an ogre woman came by the headquarters, asking if they had seen her ex-husband, Shrek. Risotto answered for them and said no, and she left, disappointed. That night, Melone had a dream where he was in a castle and pregnant. Shrek was there, and he kept checking to see if he was alright, putting his hands on his belly each time he asked. With his tender touch and kiss, it felt like they had known each other longer. But that was a week ago. Melone didn't dream about Shrek until now. He was in a room with him, sitting down in a chair. Shrek gazed out the windows, viewing the town below them. Once Melone got up, the chair squeaked, causing Shrek to turn his head and smile at his beloved. He smiled back. The ogre got closed and embraced him for a few seconds. "I love you," he said. Although Melone knew this was a dream, he indulged in it. He brought his hands ou...

  Doppio returned back to his hotel after dining at a fancy restaurant, thanks to the boss' money. His boss truly favored him. Speaking of him, he called Doppio, and he responded to him. "Boss!" Doppio smiled. "My adorable Doppio, did you enjoy your meal? Is your room clean?" he asked. Every time the boss said his name, he blushes. "The shrimp fra diavolo was delicious, and then I felt the burn a few seconds later. Ah, it was so hot! I'm not sure why I ordered it when I can't handle spicy food. Oh, boss, I got sweaty too." "How about you order some sorbet or gelato to cool off? You can order food from this hotel. I did this all for you, my Doppio. Speaking of those types of ice cream, are they taken care of?" "I haven't heard from Cioccolata or Secco. Should I worry?" "No, don't. Enjoy your free-time, my Doppio." "Hey, boss, there's this ice cream I want, but they don't have it here." ...

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...

  Prosciutto returned to his apartment to find a weeping Pesci sitting at the dining table. He sighed. Formaggio was right. Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to handle this, but at least they weren’t in public. Prosciutto pulled a seat and sat down. “You want to talk about it?” Pesci wiped his tears and snot away and looked at him. “Talk about what?” “You went to that ogre, didn’t you?” “And?” “You didn’t kill him, did you?” Pesci burst into tears again. “I told him I was unfaithful, but he was cheating first. He slept with the cyclops’ wife! But, um, I did sleep with the cyclops and did him a favor by stalking his wife, but Shrek had been cheating on us! That’s why he assassinated Arthur and made Merlin cast a spell on us.” Prosciutto had no idea what the fuck he was talking about, but he pretended to. “There, there.” He patted his back. “What’s past is past.” “But, Prosciutto, you don’t understand! We can’t let him get away with this! H...

  Pesci, Prosciutto, and Risotto were in the car. Risotto was driving while the two sat in the back. “Pesci, has everything been okay with you?” the blond asked. “There’s something different about you.” Pesci wasn’t sure why, but he remembered everything. He wasn’t sure why the others couldn’t. Did Merlin cast some sort of spell? Whatever happened, Pesci needed answers, and he believed Formaggio held the answers. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he answered. “Why’d you want to come?” he continued questioning. “I thought you’d be too scared to visit the hospital.” “I want answers.” “I want answers, too,” Risotto commented. He facepalmed a few seconds later. “I can’t believe he got himself into this situation.” Prosciutto laid back in his seat and sighed. “Why didn’t he fight back? Damn it, who’s going to pay for his hospital bill?” “I will,” Pesci answers. “Yeah, right.” He was about to rest. “Fuck you! I can kill someone.” Prosciutto was wide awa...