NEMO-Buttrice

  Risotto sat at his desk, deciding who should kill their next target, who happened to be a princess from somewhere far, far away. He had many things to consider, such as who was more fitting for the task. He lied back in his seat and sighed heavily. There was no way for any of them to get closer to the target. According to the information on his computer, she was to ride back to where she came from. Her heavily armed guards will be escorting her there. She was also an ogre. Illuso would’ve been a good choice, assuming that princesses carried mirrors all the time, but an ogre’s strength could overpower him. Of course, he could do it himself, but then the guards would be alerted and move around, trying to search for him. And who knows if one of them could be a stand user. Pesci could do it , he thought. And then something felt off. He felt as if he wasn’t the only person in the room, which meant that Illuso had to be here. “Illuso,” Risotto spoke calmly as always when tal...

  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...

  Melone sat quietly at his desk, looking at the only light source in his room, his stand, Babyface. The screen showed the other members of La Squadra having sex with an ogre named Shrek. He, Ghiaccio, and Risotto were the only ones who haven’t had sex with him yet, but Melone knew he was next. To prepare, he took off his suit, throwing it aside, but he kept his socks on. He enjoyed fucking with his socks on. Now that he was fully naked, he sat on his bed, legs spread wide open, exposing his hardened shaft. To pass the time, he slowly began to stroke himself. And just as Melone thought, he heard heavy footsteps and the wooden floor creaking, indicating that Shrek has arrived. The ogre pounded heavily at his door, causing the other to stop stroking himself. “I’m looking for a twink named Melone,” he spoke behind the door. “The door’s unlocked, baby,” he replied, smiling. Shrek opened the door, and the first thing he sees is Melone’s junk. His eyes widen,...

  Prosciutto parked the car slightly off the road, near the swamp. It was dark out. It's 11 PM and past Pesci’s bedtime. So far, there were no signs of him or the cock demon. He took in a whiff of the air. And boy, it sure smelled like shit around here. Wanting to get out of here, he walked towards the door and knocked. A few seconds later and then nothing. He then turned around and was hit by something, knocking him unconscious. Shrek dragged his body inside. “This is him?” the ogre asked the green-haired man. “Yup!” Pesci confirmed. “That’s my aniki!” “Alright, if he says no, I’m going to have to stop, but I will dress him up.” Shrek stripped the blond naked, tossing his thong to Pesci. “Aniki, I didn’t know you were such a freak,” he giggled evilly. “Help me drag his body to the basement,” Shrek said. Prosciutto woke up, head pounding. His body was slightly cold. Then he realized he wasn’t wearing anything… except for an adult-sized diaper....

  Illuso’s body was wrapped in a warm blanket. He slept like a baby. While he was laying down, he remembered that he was supposed to be in the middle of a fight. Immediately, he sat up and looked around the room. The room was very rustic, and there was nothing odd about the bedroom. But a dirty mirror bothered Illuso. Looking away from it, he looked at the bookshelf that contained fairy tales. Next, he looked out the window. The window had no glass. What a strange house, he thought. Suddenly, the poorly-made door creaked open slowly. An ogre stepped inside, holding a tray with two cups. “W-who are you? Don't move!” Illuso demanded, bringing out his stand. “I'm Shrek. I brought you to my swamp when I found you unconscious near a dead body.” So Illuso won? He felt relieved. “Well, I guess I'll be going,” he said. He got out of bed. “Wait,” he spoke. Illuso waited. “Do you want to hang out?” “Hang out? We just met.” “Well…” He looked at the tray holding the tea. “I mad...

  With the very little money La Squadra was making, Formaggio wandered the streets of Napoli. His stomach growled. Maybe if he was smart with his money, he'd spend it on food instead of clothing.  As he was walking down an alleyway, he noticed a dumpster. He sighed as he approached it. It reeked.  “Wait, stop right there,” said a man. Formaggio turned around. The person wasn't human at all. He was green and big. He was an ogre. “You have no money, right?” “Well… I kind of do,” Formaggio answered. “Let me guess, you have at least $7?” “And if I do.” “I could give you more.” “How so?” “I’ll give you some money if you let me have some fun with you,” he spoke. “Some fun?” Formaggio knows where this is going. “Yes… fun. Sex. Let’s have it right here, right now. How does $500 sound?” Oh boy, he was right. “Well, shit. I need the money. I’ll spread my ass cheeks for you. Should we do it at a nearby hotel?” “Here is good. By th...

  Sorbet was currently on the road driving at the speed limit in Napoli. He was slightly worn out from his mission and could not wait to be with his Gelato. Suddenly, a ring from his cellphone grabs his attention, distracting him from the road for a few seconds. He hated getting calls while driving, believing that one day it might cause an accident. Slightly irritated, he grabbed the phone with his right arm while the left was on the wheel. “Sorbet!” said his lover Gelato. He was no longer irritated. “What’s taking so long?” “Sorry, I made a mess,” he explained. “Hold on, I’m almost there, love.” “I have a surprise for you,” he said, sounding fruity. “Love, I’m a bit tired for any surprises.” Gelato ended the call. Sorbet did not react because he deeply loved him. The car needed to make a left turn, but the signal was currently red. Sitting in his care patiently, he took a deep breath in and exhaled for a short time. He heard that this was a way to keep oneself awake. Unf...