Shrek entered the rustic cottage, his big beefy bushy eyebrows furrowing. He stared at the number written on the bill: "baby, you're so shrexy, call me uwu ;) (506) 420-6969" it read. He didn't know how he felt about being deemed "shrexy", it left an unwanted and slightly salty taste in his mouth as he said it, running his fingers through his non-existent ginger locks. The ogre's deep brown orbs suddenly lit up as he noticed his phone go off, a text from Lightning McQueen himself.
LM: Hey Shrek, tonight's dinner was great! Hoping you chose the right person, daddy would get angry otherwise
S: Hey McQueer, don't worry, I've been a good kitten.
LM: There's this new pizza place, Fazdaddy Frights, we should go- There's a game based off it called Five Fingers in My Ass
S: l bozo l + ratio
Shrek, of course, did not mean it. He doesn't know how to flirt or accept one's offer, but he says yes in his own way. Little did he know, that leaving his house with the gas tanks would be a huge mistake...
Daddy Tate sauntered out of his homophobia closet, happy with his idea. It was Friday night, and his horrible boss was out with that shrexy ogre at Fazdaddy's, which gave Andrew the perfect amount of time to punt some children (and then go through with his evil plan). He grabbed a bag full of the most corrosive and icky substances known to man, Straggot Spores, from the far far away forests near Aleragroff, entered one of his many (3) butgattis, and drove off.
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Our Forbidden Love... (Shrek x Lightning McQueen)
FanfictionA tale with romance, betrayal, sacrifice, and the urge to scream kachow at the top of your lungs. This story focuses on the budding love between two animated characters: Shrek and Lighting McQueen. Watch as these star crossed lovers fight through th...
