The pouring rain was knocking on my window, creating different rhythms I replayed in my head to match the song I was currently listening to. The stillness of everyday life made it seem like the average day; alas, that was the day I met him. My Shrekpai. The beat on my window changed into something faster, harder. I glanced up to see what was a large mix of shades including (but not exclusive to) a barf green, wood brown, and eggshell. When my eyes focused, I saw him. My Shrekpai was knocking; no, bashing at my window. Before my mind could compute what was going on, he crashed through my window and landed on my floor with a thud.
I looked up at him, in fear and awe. He looked around with his cold, black eyes, then brought his attention to me. In a flash, I was pushed against the wall, sitting on my bed with Shrekpai between my legs, his hand clenched around my neck. I told him, "Yes...". He growled a mighty growl, and drove through my pants with his donkey inside of me. Shrekpai hurt, but I was determined to please Shrekpai. Through muffled cries contained by the hard rough hands around my neck, I pushed against him will all my might to show my eagerness to please him. Shrekpai felt good, I had to admit. The way his large onion throbbed inside of me made my heart flutter, the way he muttered "Oi" with each thrust, it was all so tantalizing. And I was able to experience this all personally.
When Shrekpai was satisfied, he put me on my hands and knees and again, without warning tore inside of me with his Ogre Twinkie. With his firm hands grasped both of my shoulders, he thrust into me at to the rhythm of Staying Alive. But then he stopped. He was still in the same position, no movement whatsoever. I knew what I had to do. With all the strength I had, I pushed against Shrekpai, forcing him inside of me. Each movement was pain, but it was worth every bit if I could impress Shrekpai. I felt his dragon twitch inside me, and Shrekpai began moving again. He began thrusting faster, and with a mighty roar, he unleashed his swamp inside of me. Shaking, I struggled not to collapse on the bed. Shrekpai moved, stood up and put me on my feet. He looked at me with a dangerous look on him.
"Ogres are like onions," he told me. "What are humans like?" He looked at me lovingly, his hand under my chin. His large fingers scraped the side of my neck as his hand traveled downwards to the side of my right arm. It rest there for a moment, then Shrekpai ripped a large piece of skin off my arm. I shrieked in pain absentmindedly, but his free hand quickly fell over my mouth to muffle my screams. He watched as my bright pink flesh began to pool with blood and pour down my arm. Dropping the flesh, he picked up some blood from my arm with his index finger.
He stared at it for a second, then looked at me. Leaning in, he barely rest his chin on my shoulder as he whispered in my ear, "Humans... Are like tomatoes." And with that, he summer saluted out of my window, and flew away. I tried rushing to the window, but the loss of blood made me lightheaded as I collapsed onto the ground.
Short A/N: I love how this is what I'm wasting my writing skills on.
