Two Ogres One Donkey

Tiny Donkey Within

Sun from outside the window beamed through the curtains and into Shrek's eyes. Annoyed at the rude awakening, Shrek rolled over in his bed, now facing his wonderful wife Fiona. He almost couldn't bear looking at her, knowing he had done something terrible the night before. If she knew- No, she could never know. Shrek slinked his arm around Fiona's waist, making her stir in her sleep as he did. He loved his wife, of course he did. But, his love for her did not stop him loving someone else as well. He couldn't help it, everytime he looked down at Donkeys little stupid face, he melted. He was in love. Years before, he would never imagine being in love with anybody, but now, he found himself in love with two people. He could never force himself to choose, Fiona was a dream come true to him, finally another ogre who could understand him. Donkey was his best friend, but he couldn't deny how he felt for him. He could never imagine choosing one of them over the other.

Fiona turned over, cutting his thoughts short. Her belly protruded from the blankets, showing where his three unborn children slept as well.

That's right, Shrek remembered, he had kids to think about as well. He couldn't just abandon his triplets because he fell in love with Donkey. He had to stick with Fiona. Til' death do we part, right?

His mind couldn't help but turn back to Donkey, and the horrible things he did with him last night. Of course, that wasn't the first time he was with Donkey, but at some point he had to vow one of these days would be his last. Shrek's stomach turned thinking about the first time he was with Donkey. It couldn't have been more than four months ago when their affair started, Fiona was away at her parent's castle attending a party. He found himself staring at Donkey in the mud pool, he looked so elegant, he couldn't help himself. Soon, it became an unstoppable habit.

Shrek's stomach began to do flips, bile rose in his throat and he sprang out of bed, running towards the bathroom. When he reached the bathroom, he let his insides decorate the toilet. The door creaked open, Fiona's tired face peeking around the edge of the door.

"Everything alright?" Fiona asked, worry evident in her drowsy face.

"Yes princess, just a bit sick' tis all." Shrek responded, his voice hoarse from vomiting, though the Scottish accent was as prevalent as ever. Fiona took another step into the room, reaching out to rub Shrek's back as he threw up once again. When his episode finally died down, Fiona walked into the kitchen and started to make Shrek his favorite, eyeball soup.

Hearing the commotion, Donkey walked into the bathroom, pushing the door open with his hooves that Shrek loved so much. Donkey looked at Shrek confused. It was evident that he didn't know that Ogres could get sick.

"Donkey, I need you to get a pregnancy test for me'" Shrek whispered, "I think ye' may have gotten me pregnant."

"You said what?" Donkey looked shocked, his fur stood up on his back. Fiona stormed into the bathroom, "Yeah, You said what?" Shrek looked back and forth between the two people he loved most, Donkey, his best friend and boyfriend. Then he looked at Fiona and her stomach, his wife and his three unborn children. Finally, he looked down at his own stomach, suspecting a tiny donkey resides within. Oh, how would he ever fix this?