@Vermillion-Rx

I was 47 years old, and nearing the zenith of my alphasigma grindset.

One day I was out grocery shopping, and had what Hollywoo calls a "meet cute" with a QT3.14 HB 9.72. She was amazingly beautiful, and I could feel my boner swelling against my pants. She noticed it, too.

so are you shoplifting kielbasa, or are you just happy to see me?

I seethed at her shit test, but held masculine oak thetaframe.

If you're lucky, you'll get to find out.

...I replied, hiding my excitement and treating her like any other woman.

As I wiped the drool from my chin and started to go into my 100% foolproof surefire method, I noticed a line on her neck and another one on the back of her hand I hadn't previously noticed.

wait, how old are you?

...I asked, swallowing the loogie I was just about to spit into her eagerly awaiting mouth.

I'm 31.

... she replied, seeming annoyed with me.

WHAT?! 31 and how many months?!

...I interrogated, with iron stoic calmness.

31 years, and 9 months! Jeez, why's this so important?! Don't you want to fuck?!

... she shit-tested further with feminine manipulation tactics.

nay, madam, for you are

POST-WALL!

...I bellowed, with my previously huge boner retracting into my abdomen and hiding from this ancient crone.

She looked stunned and disappointed, with a look of disbelief coming over face. It revealed lines I hadn't previously noticed.

oh, Shrek! How could I have been so BLIND?!

...I wailed.

What the hell is wrong with you? Are you retarded? And to think I was attracted to you! What a close call!

... she manipulated and coped, trying to gain the upper hand.

Suddenly, the smell of onions permeated our nostrils. Could it be...

ach, lass, ye'd better get back to yer nursing home, ye olde crone!

It was Shrek! He grabbed me and set me on my hands and knees on top of the checkout stand, and announced:

I'll save ye from this Wall-smashed granny!

He entered my eager butthole, while the post-Wall hag and all the other customers screamed in terror and fled. His massive eshrektion tore my rectum asunder as Shrek filled my butt with his love.

Suddenly, he let out a mighty ogre roar as his fuck-chowder launched me across the store.

I woke up a few hours later, in a pile of onions with a rose tucked in my hand and an onion in my mouth.

Shrek is love.

Shrek is LIFE.

I was 45 years old. My favorite post I had ever done on the dot reds, which in turn spawned my favorites thread ever on the dot reds, had somehow gone missing for a couple of years.

I cried out to Shrek, but he left me on read on each attempt.

I cried out to Vermy and RPS on a few occasions. No luck.

Until one day, April 3rd 2025, Vermy restored my meme about @goodmansaysfuckyou's, er, GaryOldman's fucking profane-ass username!

and he invited me to make manbabies!

Excited, i bent him over the table. My massive eshrektion started to penetrate his eagerly awaiting anus.

aren't you going to take our pants off before you begin?

...Vermy inquired eagerly.

nah, I'm just going to bust right through!

...I replied.

As I began the pelvic thrusts (that'll make you insaaa-aa-aaaane), I suddenly smelled a familiar scent. Before I could speak up, Vermy inquired:

hey, do you smell onions?

Suddenly, the door crashed open.

it was Shrek!

eeey, laddies, room for one more?

We eagerly assented. Shrek entered me from behind, with his ogresized eshrektion suddenly steering my more modest one.

The man-ogre-man love caused an event horizon. The world will never be the same.

Shrek is love, and so is Vermy.

Shrek is LIFE, but so is Vermy.

I swear to God if that's you desaint

As time has shown, you are actually munted in the head. You've become a completely fried cunt. I wouldn't even be surprised if you fuck your uncle's goats And get penetrated by them also. Multiple goats at once is likely.

Instead of the 7 black dudes behind the blonde petite on the couch, it's 7 goats and you.

And when you try to escape, they trip you, jump on top of you, and starts humping you ferociously.

While your pinned, another goat shoves it's hairy doodle into your mouth.

All you can do is cry as the third goat jams its rock hard willy into your anus. 3rd goat brought his friend zebra, and he shares the same whole. There's nothing you can do, because that's how weak you portray yourself to be.

You tried calling out for Shrek. He came to see you before, but you rejected him, and wanted to keep to your own ways. You say "daddy Shrek, please save me!"

By now, there are 7 donkeys, 3 border collies, and 2 monkeys are all penetraring you in any possible hole on your body.

You plead to Shrek "Shrek is love, Shrek is life!"

But he does not answer.

You had your chance, multiple in fact, but you turned away from it everytime.

You wonder if this will ever end. Never, because all the donkeys and cows you are getting penetrated by keep calling their friends. And it's a never ending cycle for eternity.