Donkey X Shrek Novels & Stories

"When I look at your smile, I don't see a donkey's smile. And trust me, I love looking at donkeys smiles. Like the one in the movie Shrek... What is its name again?" "Donkey." I said, and my stomach just had to kick me to the point I laughed with the idiot of a boss. "You are beautiful when you smile. You might not see it or believe it but I do. I would swear that angels are looking all over for you because that smile lightens everything up. Do not hide it Miss Hunter. Now, let's go eat." He let go of my hand, and walked to the door... More like danced to the door but okay, whatever makes him happy.

He slapped me again, harder this time and my jaw went slack from the pain. Seizing the opportunity he shoved his erected cock in my mouth. I gagged instantly, my throat closing, hot tears streaming down my face. But he didn’t care. He just forced it deeper, his hips rocking, and grunting with every thrust. “Oh… yes.. fuck it,” he groaned. “Just like that. Suck on your owner’s cock like the good little whore that you are. You belong to me. Say it.” I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. I could only choke, cry and taste salt and shame. He held my head flush against him, buried to the root, and ground against my face.

After what felt like an eternity, Sofia saw a faint light ahead. They emerged into a small, musty garage. Luca wasted no time, moving to an old car covered in a tarp. As he uncovered it, Sofia gasped. "Is that..." "1967 Shelby GT500," Luca confirmed, a hint of pride in his voice. "My father's prized possession. And our ticket out of here." As Luca hotwired the car, Sofia kept watch, her injured arm cradled against her chest. The wound stung, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins dulled the pain.

Jason, who had been paying attention to the young man who was silently treating the wound, was a little shocked when he heard the little monk's words. He looked at the little monk with interest. He didn't expect that what those bald donkeys, who had lived for nearly 100 years, couldn’t see through, would be seen through by a little monk. No wonder those bald donkeys, who pretended to be merciful but in fact were scheming against each other would achieve nothing.

The force of him made my elbow buckle. He fucked me harder now. Brutal, relentless. The kind of fucking that shook my bones, that made my thighs tremble. I thought my knees would snap from the pressure. My eyes rolled back, drawing in the force of his cock pounding me. The sound of skin slapping against skin, our ragged moans, his deep groans, filled the air like a symphony. “F…fuck…ahh…fuck!” I screamed, my body shaking as the pleasure tore through me. His cock rammed into me again and again. I could feel my pussy pulsing.

I was just a poor art student then, an orphan working shifts at a coffee shop to pay tuition. I painted in my spare time, dreaming of my own gallery show. Then one day, a rich bitch from school poured a scalding latte all over my final project. "Oops," she sneered. "Something this pathetic was never going to hang in a gallery. I was just helping you take out the trash." I tried to fight back, but her friends cornered me, and a slap stung my face. That's when Damon appeared. He wasn't the monster he is today. Back then, he wore an expensive, handmade suit. A god who’d stumbled into the wrong part of town.

she screamed, struggling against the men's hold. Carlos's eyes locked onto hers, filled with a mix of pain and apology. "Aurelia, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to—" Aurelia's rage reignited, and she fought against the men's grip, her eyes blazing with fury. "You monster! Let him go!" Baron's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with malice. "Before you call me a monster, ask your beloved father what he did," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

Surely a giant “Can we get it off? How hard is it to disassemble?” “It’s going to weigh a half ton,” Belkin rolled his eyes. “Do you know what Donkey Kong’s problem was and why he never got the girl? He was thinking with the wrong muscles.” He patted his temple, “think Cruz. You are not one for quick thinking on your feet. You’re more of a sit and ponder a situation. You would be a shitty bratva leader.”

“I’m not like those ordinary animals. As you can see, I am a handicapped donkey by the name of Phillipo. If it weren’t for a magician who saved me at birth, I would have died. “My owner was very disappointed, having expected a strong foal. He decided to drown me, carrying me to a river nearby. He threw me into the water without even saying goodbye. But the swift-flowing current there was no ordinary one. “The water it carried along was rich with minerals that existed nowhere else on this planet! Once I swallowed them, not only did they give me the strength to swim ashore, but I was also given the ability to speak!” “What a cruel owner! How could he do such a thing?” Rhina said in pity. “It s

We had bonded a little and I think I had reduced the tension and sadness in her with my attempt at small talk. We were seated on the sofa and was sharing a bowl of popcorn. We were watching a movie titled 'Bill and Ted face the music' and it was making me laugh. At the question, I internally blushed but lucky for me, I kept a straight face. "Really? He did that? " She gave a magnetic smile that I found myself giving one back. "Do you like him?" I replied too quickly. "I don't. He's funny though." I gave a look and she stopped asking.