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...

  Trish started hitting the other kids at church, making the other moms furious at Donatella. This happened frequently, but Doppio, a priest, handled things peacefully. Today, Trish punched a kid so hard that the other was bleeding. Donatella took Trish to a room to speak with her in private. “Father Doppio,” a concerned mother called out, “I understand you’re very gentle and kind towards kids, but Trish is a lost cause. Her mother had her before marriage and is still single. Pfft , I bet she’s the devil’s daughter.” “Please don’t say that,” he replied. “Donatella is trying her best to raise her.” “How long do you think Donatella is speaking to Trish? That woman needs to spank her.” “I don’t see how hitting a child would improve their behavior.” The woman sighed. “You’ve never had a child, so you wouldn’t understand. Spanking will teach them to behave.” Doppio didn’t want to argue, so he kept quiet until Donatella came out. She approac...

  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...

  Formaggio sat alone at the bar with his drink, bored and playing with the bottle in his hand. Earlier, he had come to the bar hoping for a quick fuck from a pretty or handsome face, but the women’s faces looked similar, and the guys weren’t attractive. Even when he got desperate and asked, he got rejected. God, he’d been so horny since he had this dream about an ogre. He had a hard-on right now, thinking about him. Formaggio began touching the bulge in his pants. Fuck, I’ll whip it out. I don’t give a fuck anymore, he thought, unzipping his pants. I’ll just kill whoever sees me. Someone from the bar screamed, causing him to look. “It’s an ogre!” someone shouted. The rest of the bar cleared out using the fire exit. Now the ogre and Formaggio were the only ones. “You!” they both said simultaneously. “Me?” they said at the same time again. “You first.” “Damn it!” “I’m Shrek.” “I’m Formaggio.” “Well, that’s...

  Illuso peered into Sorbet’s and Gelato’s bathroom mirror, mouth agape. What in the absolute fuck? Curious, he wanted to know what the ogre would do with the shit in a cup, and so he followed him while in the mirror world. His heavy footsteps made it easy to tell where the ogre went. Viewing him from a car’s mirror, Illuso watched as the ogre drank the cup and burped, causing the brunet to vomit and cry. “I know you’re watching me, Illuso,” the ogre said. “Chanson de l’Oignon, take Illuso out of his mirror world!” The ogre summoned his stand. It looked like an onion with eyes, two arms, and two feet, and it somehow managed to get Illuso out of the mirror world. “H-how? Impossible!” The brunet trembled. “You’re coming with me.” “No!” He turned around to run away, but he tripped. “ Stay away from me! ” The ogre got close to him and hit him in the head, knocking him out. Illuso woke up on a soft, silky bed. He examined the l...

  Sorbet unlocked the door to the apartment, but Gelato walked in before him and plopped himself on the cheap, worn-out couch. They were both exhausted. Neither of them could find a single clue on the boss’s identity. However, Sorbet couldn’t help but feel like they were being watched. Instead of relaxing, he closed the blinds and curtains in their apartment. It was dark. Gelato tried to flip on the lights, but Sorbet told him not to. “Babe, you’re paranoid! Nobody is going to know what we did,” the blond commented. “You don’t know that!” he murmured. “When we were looking back, I saw this green-haired man.” “Pesci?” “Pesci? No! Why would it be Pesci?” “Well, he gets around.” Sorbet sighed. “I’ll never understand why people name their stands after songs and bands. Just hush! Find our guns, just in case.” Gelato got up from the couch and rushed into the bedroom. He checked under the bed, searching for the gun case. He brought it out and opened...