Note: This is a guest fic written by a good friend of mine. I hope you enjoy~!
Weepy was a very lonesome onion. Sure he had his two pals Psycarrot and Moe Tato, but they still thought of the poor onion as weak and a push over. They always left him all by himself in the garden while the two did their own thing, usually hanging out with Cagney Carnation. Weepy stayed planted in the soil crying like usual, giving himself a pity party. He started to hear slow, incoming footsteps. His sniffling stopped and he started to shake. He was always so nervous when others came by his home.
"Hey, why is a handsome lookin' onion as yourself doing all by yerself?" Weepy cautiously looked over to see a green ogre in ratty clothes that resembled the materials of a potato sack.
"H-Hewwo, sir?" Weepy tried to put on a brave face but failed when he stumbled on his words.
The ogre laughed, "Yer don't need ta be so nervous around me, every onion I come across, I can't help but love 'em." The ogre approached Weepy, laying a hand on the onion's rather small cheeks.
"R-really? But...why? Why would anyone like an dumb onion like me?" Weepy didn't know what was happening but he wasn't against it either. He was so lonely, he needed someone to be with, someone to hold him and tell him everything was okay.
"What's you name?" Weepy asked.
"I'm Shrek, and I'm an ogre!" bellowed Shrek, "How about we stop talking and get to something more...interesting." Weepy didn't quite understand what the orge meant by that but he was soon to find out. Shrek went around the onion, his hand still on his round, yellow form. Once he get to the onion's backside, he looked down, searching for something.
"Wh-What are you doing?" Weepy questioned, getting anxious that someone was out of his sight.
"I wonder..." Shrek said before grabbing the onion from underneath, lifting him up so he can get to his entrance.
Weepy yelps in surprised, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Shrek didn't answer, instead he unbuckled his trousers, pulled out his dick and shoved it deep into the veggie. Weepy screamed in pain as the ogre fucked him dry. The juices from the onions hole started stinging Shrek's eyes but it didn't bother him. NO! HE FUCKIN LOVED IT! He pound that onion with all his might, the sound of smacking and grunting (and also Weepy's crying cuz that's all he does basically) could be heard in the garden. Through the pain, Weepy became to feel pleasure course through him. No longer was he scared, he wanted more!
"F-Faster!" he cried! Didn't have to tell Shrek twice as he picked up his paced. Thrusting harder and hard with each pump of the ogre's green cock. Weepy started to get into is as well as he started to bounce against Shrek. The two were such ecstasy as they came close to their breaking point.
"I can't hold back any longer!" Shrek shouts.
"Then don't hold back!" Weepy encouraged, "Just let it all out!" And with that Shrek let out a mighty roar as he emptied himself into the onion. The both drop onto each other, Weepy holds Shrek in his arms as Shrek praises him. Shrek started to laugh.
Weepy looked at Shrek in confusion, "Why are you laughing?'
"Because it's not ogre yet!" Shrek replied.
"W-What do you mean?" Weepy questioned.
"You know what I always say: onions have layers. It's time for round two." Weepy smiled, finally happy that we was no longer alone.