Thanks you for approving me Imperial Gaurd. I wanted to share with you , my fellow brogres, my first shrexual expierience. It was finally summer, I was so happy. I didnt have to go to school anymore, and feel alone. I had felt so different at school, nobody was as devoted to shrek as I was. But things were finally looking up. I was nine, shrek had finally made its way to broadway, and I was going to see it tonight. When I made it to the train station, I smelt the familiar scent of onions, a scent that sent quivers down my spine. Thats strange, I said to myself. I boarded the train and I thought I saw a large shadow, resembling that of an ogre, but when I followed it I found nothing. I sat down. When I had finally gotten to my stop, I stepped off the train and once again was welcomed by the warming smell of onions. I thought that it had to just be the strange array of smells haunting the grand shrektral station. I finally made it to the production. All my life I had been waiting to meet shrek. It was finally happening. I purchased a fresh onion to eat during the show in hope that it would distinguish me from the others for shrek. The play is magnificent I say to the person in the seat next to me. I watch as shrek approaches farquads castle. Yes, I say to myself, this is my favorite part.Shrek begins to explain about his onion like stature and I feel warm inside. My body tingles and I get rock hard. I leap out of my seat and yell to shrek, Im here for you, I love you. Security guards come yelling, trying to drag me out. I cry and yell no, but shrek looks at me in the eyes and mouths, Its not ogre yet. I make my way to the train, tears rolling down my face. I board the train, and ride home. People asked why I was crying, I told them the truth, and they laughed. They all laughed. It was horrible. But then, as we arrived to the last stop, I smelt it. Onions, now stronger then ever. I heard a sharp irish voice say on the speaker, let the shrekening begin. Then a massive green man smashed through the roof of the train. Shrek. He grabs the people on the train with his giant ogre hands and squeezes the life out of them. He then takes their lifeless bodies and skewers them all with his massive green penis. He uses their blood and body fluids as lube and grabs me by the butt. He puts me on my knees, bends me over and spreads my cheeks. He whispers in my ear, this is my swamp now. He fills me with his sweet ogre love, and covers me in his sour onion cum. I force against his body, as tears roll down my face. I am happy. The pain feels so good. Shrek finishes and fills me with an onion juice. He runs climbs back onto the top of the train and roars, its all ogre. He leaps away into the moonlight, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Shrek is love, Shrek is life.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 18:19:52 +0000