After a wild adventure, Shrek, the once not-so-friendly ogre, found not only a talkative donkey as a friend but also something coveted by all of us—love. Her name was Fiona, a princess cursed to transform into an ogre at night, with only true love's kiss capable of breaking the spell. True love, however, came in the form of an ogre as well. Though the curse was lifted, she embraced her true form, the one she initially despised but grew to love. A fierce battle ensued with Lord Farquaad and his knights, but in the end, he failed to claim victory.
But was that truly the end for him?
*Meanwhile, deep inside a dungeon*
Gradually awakening, Farquaad found himself disoriented and clueless about his whereabouts.
"Ouch, my head. What on earth happened?" he groaned.
Suddenly, he heard giggling. "You lost, Farquaad," a feminine voice taunted.
"What?" Confused, he searched for the source of the voice. Attempting to rise, he discovered he was bound to a chair with chains restraining his arms and legs. "What in the name of all that is holy? Who dares to imprison a king?" he exclaimed.
"It's me," revealed the woman, none other than Fiona in her ogre form. Her robust figure was adorned with a shimmering emerald dress.
"You! The princess who transformed into a repulsive ogre! How dare you deceive me? To think I almost married something like that," Farquaad arrogantly proclaimed, seemingly oblivious to his precarious situation.
"Haha! For such a diminutive body, you certainly possess an oversized ego," Fiona retorted.
Annoyed by the mention of his size, the self-proclaimed king grumbled, "What good is stature when one's reign speaks for itself?"
"Ha! Let's be frank, Farquaad. You possess no regal qualities whatsoever. A true king cares for his people, yet all you desired was to marry a princess to elevate your status. You didn't even have the courage to rescue me yourself, opting instead to delegate the dirty work like some errand," Fiona mockingly stated, not taking him seriously.
"Whatever! Can you just release me now?" Farquaad demanded, his patience waning at Fiona's words.
"Do you genuinely believe I would set you free? Not only did you attempt to kill me, deceive me, and exile all those fairy-tale creatures as if you owned the realm, but you yourself are a treacherous pest. Consider yourself lucky I didn't allow you to become dragon fodder," she declared, advancing toward him.
As her ample figure drew closer, Farquaad remarked, "What do you intend to do with me then?"
"Hmm...looking at you in that tiny chair, it's as if you're a child playing make-believe. Everything around you seems larger, doesn't it?"
"If that's the case, then be sensible and release me!" he pleaded, growing increasingly irritated by the ogre woman's words.
"Do you think repeatedly asking will change the outcome? It appears you're unaccustomed to not having your way. Well then, would you like to know what I have in store for you?"
A mischievous grin played upon Fiona's lips as a devilish glint flickered in her eyes. She turned around, slightly bending over, revealing the prominent contours of her ample backside beneath her dress.
"Care to take a wild guess?"
His eyes get wide as he sees her large ass in her dress as he starts to thrash in his seat.
"What's the matter Little King, you don't like big girls?" She said, moving her ass closer to him, inch by inch.
"It's the fact that you have too much ass!" he said.
"Maybe you just don't like it because a quarter of my ass is bigger than your head by a large margin," Fionna said, as a matter of fact, her ass was 62-inch large in ogre form.
"Please, I can make it worth your while! Just let me go!" Farquad said.
"Hah! I am a princess, you moron. There is nothing you can offer me and besides, nothing will be sweeter than payback.
''Grrr, you think this is the end for me huh? That I am just a pathetic prisoner now? You won't break me! Now remove that ass from me, you fat ogre!" Farquad screamed at her, losing his patience not wanting to talk to someone he considered to be nothing but an animal.
"You dare talk to me that way!? I'm ROYALTY!"
Fiona said as she closed her eyes before a weird sound started to form on her stomach until it came out bursting.
*BRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRTTTT*
A loud and nasty fart was pushed out and blasted onto the so-called 'king' face as if someone just shot a cannonball of fetid air at him.
"Getting a large ass wasn't the only thing I got when turning into an ogress, but the farts? Oooh boy, they have gotten way nastier, like imagine rotten cheese left to rot and sprinkle some skunk juice! Hahahaha'' Fionna laughed at this while shaking her large ass, jiggling and rubbing on his face, making him smell it, which was awful to him.
"AHHHN! OHHH, DEAR, GOD! Why does it reek like that? Fuck, you animal!" He gagged at that, feeling utter disgust.
"I'm an ogre loser! What do you expect? My farts smell like flowers?" Fiona asked.
She then started having an idea cooking in her brain, just farting on him in this dungeon wasn't enough of humiliation for this bastard, no...something else was needed.
"You know what? There is something far more interesting I can do with you"
Fionna smirked, deciding to untie him from his restraints, but before the midget could do anything like run away, She grabs him by the collar, and takes a good look at his scarred face, before lifting up her dress and shoving him deep between her asscheeks.
"How about we go for a little bit of exercise? Maybe being close enough to my ass like this will teach you to love it, don't worry though I have all the time in the world just for you"
Fionna smiles before she starts jogging around the castle halls, making sure to take her time the whole place was just so big, the princess could feel how the small man jostled around her green booty cheeks clapping every single time she walked, squishing his face.
"S-Stop, this hurts, I'm sorry please stop this" He begged her
"Haha, it's too late for that now"
The longer she exercised like that. The wetter her butt got thanks to the sweat, the clapping got louder as she sped up the jogging, making him miserable in the sweaty and nasty ass prison.
"Did I forget to mention I sweat a lot even though I barely started to work out? My bad" She smirked.
"Ooohhh! Wait, here comes"
*BBBBBRRRRRAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRAAAG*
The ogre princess lets out another fart as her ass cheeks tremble to the point her dress flies upwards for a moment thanks to the strength of her stinky wind, revealing Farquaad's face before it falls back down hiding it once more.
"I can hear you squirming down there, but this is just the start," Fionna said as they arrived at the place where they were supposed to get married "Ah yes I looked so beautiful here, thank goodness we didn't get married huh?"
"That's something I can agree on, imagine how stupid I would look married to an ogre," He said, still having some bite.
"Is that so? Well let me just get comfortable"
Fionna starts stretching her body to warm up before she gets into position doing squats, and when she does the first one, her ass smashed the small man's face deeply. The thick green-skinned lady could hear the muffled screams and she loved it very much.
"Let's do fifty squats!" He gulped at this already in fear.
"50?! Please no!" He begged her. If she was sweaty from jogging, how sweaty would she get from squatting?
"Enjoy the smell and pressure of my booty Farquaad, you're gonna be there until you lose your breath and go into dreamland. If you survive of course"
She kept going up and down, each time making it slower and then changing too fast, to surprise him but in each way his face was squashed, before Fionna would blast a fart, he just didn't know when she would do it.
This wet stinky torture was hell for Farquad as he kept on pushing on her ass cheeks. But his hands and strength were as pathetic as his desperate need to become a king and be taken seriously.
"I'm sorry!" He muffled between Fiona's soaking wet cheeks.
"Sorry huh? Did you feel sorry when you tried to kill me when my secret was out? Did you feel sorry when throwing those fairy tale creatures away from their homes?" She shouted at him. Your only talking like that now to help yourself, you're a pathetic and selfish scumbag"
*BBBBBBBBRRRRAAAAPPTPTPTPTPTP*
"You're worth nothing!"
*FRRRRRRPAAAAARBRBRBTBTBTBTBTBTB*
Fionna screams in anger while blasting off large and stinky farts to his face going full-blown and he could not escape.
"AGH! FUCK! SO GROSS! IT BURNS!"
"How about we do what you thought you were gonna have when we nearly got married and go to your room?" She offered while smirking like a devilish woman.
"Sex?" Farquad asked.
"Hah! Yeah I bet you have a small dick but now? I'm gonna cover it in sweat and farts!" She laughed while running towards it.
Farquaad gasps "NOOOOOOOO!"
"You think those were farts? More like toots, let me show you what an ogre fart REALLY is like when I cut loose after dinner"
Our beloved green ogre, Shrek, lay in his mud bath while his trusty companion, Donkey, arrived by his side.
"Hey, Shrek, do you happen to know where Fiona is? I can't seem to find her, and I wanted to ask her for some advice," Donkey inquired.
"Don't worry, she's just tending to some unfinished matters," Shrek replied, basking in relaxation.
"Unfinished matters? What could that be?" Donkey's curiosity sparked.
Before he could finish his thought, a distant sound caught their attention. Initially faint, it grew louder and louder, reverberating through the air. The ground began to tremble, as if an earthquake were shaking the very foundation. Trees swayed, leaves fluttered down, and animals scattered. After a few moments, the noise ceased.
BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAFFFFFFPPPPPAARRTTTTTTHHMHMHMM
PPPPPRRRRRAAAAAABBBBTBTBTBTBTTPTPPTPTPTASSSHMMM
PPPPBBBBRRRRTTTAAAAFFRRRSSPPPHHHHHMMMMBTBTBTBTBAARR
"Whoa! What on earth was that?!" Donkey exclaimed, thoroughly shaken by the experience.
"That was my wife. I wonder if the guy is still breathing after that," Shrek thought to himself, sporting a wide smirk but choosing not to divulge any further information to Donkey.
Meanwhile, with Fiona
The thunderous sound that echoed from the castle, audible even in Shrek's swamp, originated from Fiona. She had unleashed a powerful, explosive blast, causing not just the room but several other parts of the castle to appear ravaged, as if a tornado had recently swept through. A dense, green smog hung in the air, almost tangible to the touch.
"Phew! That one had some serious heat. It feels good to finally let it out. I've been holding onto it for far too long," Fiona remarked, gazing at Farquaad lying in bed, his mouth agape with green fumes wafting out. His eyes were rolled back, signifying his unconsciousness, while his face displayed sheer horror.
"Yep, it was quite satisfying for me too, Your Majesty," Fiona chuckled, before escorting him back to the dungeon. However, this was just the beginning. She intended to savor her visits to him, subjecting him to prolonged and torturous episodes of fart-induced torment.
How Fionna looks like: rule34. xxx/index. php?page = post&s= view&id=6156091