Shrek in Equestria

Prologue

The forest gleamed under the pale moonlight, as fireflies shimmered against the trees. Zecora was in the middle of her nightly meditation. In a realm of peace and sanctity, the zebra was enveloped in ethereal bliss.

Suddenly, the forest grew quiet. The zebra’s teal eyes flew open in a flash, alerted to the disturbing, sharp silence that had fallen around her. She knew something was terribly wrong, as a foul stench invaded her snout.

“You who walk within shade; Stop this meaningless charade,” chanted the zebra.

Zecora began to grow worrisome as the deafening silence continued. Whomever was hiding in the darkness was clearly no friend. The zebra knew that she was in danger. She slowly inched her way back towards the front of her hut.

“Leave or I shall use my magic; Don’t make me do something tragic,” bluffed Zecora.

A haunting chuckle rattled through the dead undergrowth. The stranger in the dark ignored the zebra’s empty threat.

“Come here, lassie,” growled a thundering voice.

The earthy scent grew stronger, causing the zebra began to shake in terror. Never before had she felt such a fear as this. Zecora stood frozen as the towering figure crept forth from the shadows. The massive, lumbering silhouette loomed over her like a mountain.

“I’m gonna peel your layers,” whispered the haunting voice to the zebra.

Zecora found herself hoisted upside-down by two massive hands. Before she could scream for help, she found a large, warm member throbbing against her cheek. Back and forth it slid across her face, before finally finding its way through her soft lips. Struggling to cry out, Zecora could only gag intensely as the thick cock thrusted deeply against the back of her throat. Tears filled her eyes as the dank musk filled her lungs.

Suddenly, Zecora felt a wet, slippery sensation around her exposed, squishy butthole. The stranger’s long, muscular tongue perforated through the zebra’s posterior. Struggling to breathe, Zecora found herself starting to enjoy the violent experience. The stranger began to pump faster as his sweaty sack slapped aggressively against her nose. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, as she slowly felt her consciousness slipping away. With a mighty roar, the zebra's attacker filled her mouth and lungs with his seed. Choking on the thick, rancid liquid, Zecora drifted off into a deep and endless sleep.

Shrek is love. Shrek is life.