The War On Shrek

A few nights ago, police ponies had come across an old abandon cabin in the outskirts of Ponyville. Just outside the house, a man dangled by a noose from the rotting oak tree, his eyes drained of color. The inside of the cabin reeked of onions. But when the police entered what looks like a child’s room, they found the mutilated body of a small colt. His ass cheeks had been torn open, nothing remaining of his plump little undercarriage but a smoldering pile of seed coated flesh and organs.

His room was adorned in posters depicting none other than Shrek. The entire room had been shrekified. Toys, movies, posters, everything was painted green and had his cute smiling face on it. The police called for backup and the house was investigated. It was confirmed that the dead colt had supposedly gone missing two days ago, along with his father who dangled by the noose outside.
Many ponies attended the funeral service, yet the entire time the alluring smell of onions lingered. The smell was so beautiful; many stallions had jizzed themselves just a little, leaving their seats coated in seed. Some mares ejaculated breast milk uncontrollably, soaking the open caskets in the warm white liquid.

A few large cloaked stallions wearing plastic Shrek ears began spewing some sort of strange prayer to the bodies. They chanted of peace in the swamp, eternal butt rape, and the sweet smell of onions.

A few days later, police began receiving calls of children going missing. A filly by the name of Sweetie Belle disappeared the night prior. All that remained in her house was a pair of little girl panties, covered in green slime, and a piss soaked bed sheet.

Police found her two days later in the woods, impaled onto a tree. She wore artificial Shrek ears and a smile of pure lust. The word “Ogre” had been carved into the tree.

Police went on a full Shrekstigation, searching for the alleged child killer. Many children pleaded with officers to not proceed with the search for Shrek, because they wanted to see him well and healthy. Those officers killed the pleading kids for being such faggots.

Those officers were all found dead the next day, spilt in two and piled atop each other in the women’s bathroom of the police department. One was still barley alive, and continued crying for the great ogrelord to give him peace. He died of cum exposure the next day.

Police found a pile of severed horns and wings buried deep in the woods, soaked in the same green slime, reeking of onions. The police station was then destroyed by a suicide bomber, who used onions to blow the joint. Twenty kids were held in the station at the time of explosion, none survived.

The SPK (The Shrek Protection Klan) was formed to stop any further investigations on Shrek. It was apparent the public didn’t want to see Shrek brought into custody. In response to this riot, police torched the SPK HQ, killing a grand total of fifty Shrek followers in the process (they were all around 5 to 15 years old).

The next day, Ponyville fell under a murky green smog the reeked of onions. It contaminated the officers causing their eyes to bleed as they slowly die. Yet it didn’t affect the Shrek followers or any remaining members of the SPK.

Sightings of what looked like a giant green monster had been seen skulking about the tree line, abducting officers and impaling their mutilated remains over the school’s flag pole. To celebrate their deaths, colts and fillies began pissing on the corpses and partaking in kissing games over the dead bodies. Fillies would rub their tiny chests on them as colts caressed their faces with their dicks.

The school was then destroyed in a police riot in which the children were brutally tortured. Just about all the remaining children in Ponyville were killed, leaving only two.

Rumble and Scootaloo.

The two left for the woods one night, heart set on finding Shrek and bringing justice to all the followers who had been killed over the past weeks. They held hoofs before entering the forest, determined their love would protect them from the evil h8ters.

That night the entire Ponyville police force miraculously vanished. It is said the green mist had taken them in their sleep, dragging them deep into the woods of Shrek’s swamp where they will forever be butt raped.

Rumble and Scootaloo were found dead in the town square the following morning, their hooves intertwined. Their love had protected their flanks from being penetrated, and they were the ones to thank for the killing of the police force. But any who interact with Shrek must die one way or another, and they died peacefully.

The town was forever at peace, and the school was rebuilt. SPK shelters had been placed all over the land where prayer sessions were scheduled every Sunday. A green mist forever hangs over the land of Equestria, and many ponies sometime witness a large murky black figure watching them form the tree line.

Shrek forever watches over of the land, protecting his followers from h8ters. A massive memorial had been placed in Ponyville, honoring all the lost lives during the police’s rampage on the SPK. That war lasted a long few months, and many lost their lives.
Scootaloo and Rumble had been placed in the bible of Shrek, forever a piece to this sanctum that is the ogrelord. If it wasn’t for their bravery to stand up against the unknown, no pony would be here, praying for their god.

To commemorate those brave young souls, Celestia herself built a statue out of pure gold. Many poor and sick gave up the few bits they had to see this work of art built, and it was all worth it.

And so, the green mist still lingers, the police force is gone, ponies all over pray to their one and only god.

And they all lived happily ever after.