Shrek in Equestria

by Furzfanger

Rating: mature
Tags: Crossover, Main 6, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Comedy, Other, Romance, Sex
Length: 4253

It seemed like any other day in the small, innocent town of Ponyville. The sun was shining brightly, as ponies filled the marketplace. However, things would soon change forever.

America's favorite green icon has descended upon the vast land of Equestria. Hell bent on spreading his love throughout Celestia's kingdom, Shrek the Ogre begins his long journey across the country.

It would all begin in Ponyville.

Published 2014-06-28 15:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-05 01:31:35 UTC

Kindness

Chapter I

It had been a warm, sunny day in the small town of Ponyville. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen in the vast, sapphire sky as Fluttershy walked down towards the Everfree swamp, pulling a cart full of frogs and toads.

“Don’t worry little ones, I’ll get you back to your home in no time,” Fluttershy said in her usual, gentle voice.

Her words were met with a song of croaks and ribbets. The poor creatures had been through so much. Fluttershy couldn’t grasp why they would be so far from their swamp. It was a long way through the forest for such tiny creatures. Since it was so close to nightfall, she decided that it was her duty to help the little guys get back home before it was completely dark.

She was going to have to pick up the pace if she was going to make it back home before nighttime. Fluttershy didn’t want to still be in the Everfree forest when it was dark, it was already scary in broad daylight. She trotted past Sweet Apple Acres, as there was no time to stop and say ‘Hi’ to Applejack.

Half an hour later, Fluttershy was releasing the amphibians back into their home. After removing the last frog from the cart, she turned around to place it on the ground. Only then did she notice that her and the frog she was holding were all alone. Not another living thing was in sight. The birds had stopped their chirping and the frogs, along with the toads, had stopped their croaking.

She placed the frog on the ground and watched it quickly hop out of sight.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Squeaked Fluttershy. I wonder where he needs to be in such a hurry, Fluttershy thought to herself.

The yellow mare decided not to ponder but instead try to make it back to Ponyville before it was dark. The sun was already disappearing behind the tall trees at an alarming rate. She turned to the cart to get it ready for departure. While she was hitching up, the smell of onions started to permeate the air around her. She paused as a large shadow towered over her.

“Where do you think you’re goin’, lassie?” A deep voice rumbled behind her.

Fluttershy slowly turned her head to face the source of the voice. What she saw paralyzed her in fear. She gazed up at a massive, green monster. His eyes glared into her like needles. His smelly odor hung in the air, causing the mare to cringe heavily.

“You’re in my swamp,” the large biped whispered.

Fluttershy looked up at the massive beast as he grinned down at the fidgeting pony. “I’m s-sorry… I didn’t know,” the mare said.

Slowly the fragile pegasus began to back away, but the monster charged forward. He grabbed Fluttershy and threw her in the back of her cart on her stomach. Dazed, she could only cry out in shock while the monster turned her around so that her legs were hanging over the edge.

When the mare’s eyes dilated, she looked behind her to see the monster holding a squirming frog in its giant hand. She could only watch as he tightened his grip around the poor creature. With a swift crunch, the frog moved no more. He continued to squeeze until it was liquified into a slimy, red goop.

“Only one use for one ah’ these, lassie,” Spoke the stranger.

“Why would you do that?!” Wailed Fluttershy as tears streamed from her eyes.

The monster smiled but gave no answer.

The mare tried to get up, but the monster slammed his hand down, pinning her to the cart. With his frog-coated hand, he lubed up his hard shaft and prepared for entry.

Fluttershy felt something in her chest drop. It was then that her tight pussy was ripped open for the first and only time. Blood seeped from the mare’s torn orifice as she screamed. It was a shame her cries of pain would never reach the ears of Ponyville. The monster entered the mare’s cunt slowly until he hit her vaginal wall. “Oh no lassie, that won’ do!” Said the unstoppable beast as he slammed his monstrous cock in and out of Fluttershy’s deflowered cunt, breaking through her wall, causing blood to flow from her fuck-hole.

Fluttershy screamed with each thrust, that is until the behemoth shoved an onion in her mouth. The thick aroma made her gag and her eyes water more. She tried to plead for her life, but all that came out were muffled cries and whimpers. The violent pumps began to bear down on the small cart. With one final thrust, the stranger pumped the innocent pony’s innards full of his piping hot chowder. The crumbling cart then gave way as the massive beast plummeted, crushing the life out of the whimpering mare. He left nothing of the pony but a mass of yellow, bloody fur..

When the monster picked itself up, the last labored breaths of the pegasus escaped from her exposed, bloody lungs. Smiling down upon his newly claimed prize, the stranger then gave a rather friendly wink. The cowardly pony failed to notice this kind gesture, however, as her eyes were no longer connected to her now exposed brain.

“I had a good time, lassie,” he whispered, “but it’s all ogre now.”

The beast then skipped joyfully away as he whistled his favorite 'Smash Mouth' song, leaving the pony’s corpse to lie in a puddle of ogre spunk and her own entrails. There would be no return to Ponyville for poor Miss Fluttershy. However, somebody else would soon be showing up in her place. The cheeky ogre figured he'd pay a visit to the rest of the ponies living outside of his swamp. His next stop was Sweet Apple Acres.

Shrek is love. Shrek is life.

Honesty

Chapter II
The hot, Equestrian sun beat down on the fertile soil of Sweet Apple Acres. Trees of many colors painted the landscape, waiting to be bucked and sold in the Ponyville marketplace. Just as any other summer morning, Applejack was up bright and early to prepare for her daily chores. The hot sun had yet to rise, painting the horizon with a faint, orange glow.

“Golly,” the earth pony said. “It’s lookin’ to be a beautiful sunrise.”

Little did she know, an unstoppable force of onions and malice was making its way towards the peaceful, apple orchard. Upon the rolling, green hills stood a figure of untamable lust and charisma. After his session with the late Miss Fluttershy the prior night, the creature felt an ancient fire burning within him that had not been sparked for many moons. His unquenchable thirst for butthole was driving him wild, like a deer in full rut.

“Oi!” Roared the mighty ogre. “Me knob is hungry!”

The engagement the previous night had left the beast unsatisfied. He longed greatly to spread his viscous seed. It was at this moment that the ogre began probing the area, beating his shaft as he walked. The smell of frog entrails hung in the air like mist in a rainforest.

While stroking his meaty staff, the creature stumbled upon a small house resting upon a nearby tree. Small bursts of giggles resonated from the tiny structure. It seemed as if somebody was home.
“Apple Bloom, stop hogging all the glue!” Scootaloo snapped.

“Just gimme a second,” Applebloom replied angrily.

“Hey, I called dibs already Scoot!” Sweetie Belle interjected.

As the three fillies continued to argue amongst themselves, their new visitor was preparing to introduce himself. He slowly crept up the flimsy ramp to the door, pausing as a large red apple struck the wooden roof of the treehouse. In a flash, the ogre swung his way underneath the rickety board with his large, green hands. As fate would have it, the poor plank of wood was no match for the creature’s hefty mass. With a single, sharp crack, the ogre split the frail walkway in two, just as he did with Fluttershy’s vaginal canal.

“What was that,” asked Apple Bloom.

“Go check it out,” Sweetie Belle insisted.

Within a moment’s time, the three fillies crowded around the open window. The stranger held his breath, in hopes to mask his foul, ogre stench. As the seconds flew by, the young ponies made their way through the crooked threshold.

“Yo!” Scootaloo shouted. “Where the hay is the ramp?”

Confused, the small, orange pegasus inched her way over the side of the small, wooden deck. Once the filly’s short, purple mane dangled within the ogre’s reach, the monster seized his opportunity. Within seconds, Scootaloo was ripped violently from the platform.

“Come ‘ere, I’m gonna eat ya!” The booming voice of the ogre cried as he released a powerful, swampy fart.

Scootaloo’s frantic screams ended with a sudden, swift crunch. Terrified, the two remaining fillies darted backwards into the safe confines of the treehouse.

“Scootaloo!!” Cried Sweetie Belle.

“We have to go get my sis! She’ll know what to do!” Apple Bloom said.

“But how will we get there with that thing that took Scootaloo still here?” Asked Sweetie Belle.

“We’ll have to make a run for it,” whispered Apple Bloom. “It’s our only chance.”

“Are you crazy?!” Sweetie Belle squealed at Apple Bloom. “It’ll get us too!”

Apple Bloom slipped to the wall farthest from the door. She was almost certain that whatever was under the clubhouse was going to see her. She had to move fast and find Applejack. Taking a deep breath, as she slid silently through the back window. Now overlooking the grass below, she knew that this was the point of no return. She hit the ground tumbling, but righted herself and took off running for all she was worth. She could hear the ghoul thundering after her. With each step it took, it seemed to be getting closer and closer. She knew that if she didn’t make it to Sweet Apple Acres fast enough, she would never see her family again.

“BIG MAC!” Apple Bloom screamed. “APPLEJACK! HELP!!”

-

Applejack ran out into the yard.

“I thought I heard Apple Bloom hollerin’,” She thought to herself.

Little did Applejack know, Apple Bloom was being shoved down an ogre’s open maw, alive, to join Scootaloo in it’s stomach.

“I wonder if she’s in the barn?” Applejack thought to herself before making her way to the barn’s open doors.

“Apple Bloom?” Applejack hollered into the dark barn. “If this is some prank or surprise, it ain’t gonna work this time.”

“Oi! The only one that’s in ‘ere is me, lassie!” Boomed a voice.

Applejack’s eyes narrowed to try to see into the darkness. “And who might you be?”

“Not heard of me?” The ogre muttered as if he were insulted.

“No, I can’t say that I have,” Applejack answered as her suspicions grew.

“Well!” He beamed. “The name’s Shrek. Shrek T. Ogre. And don’t you be forgettin’ it now.”

“Where’s Apple Bloom?” The mare solemnly said.

“That wee yellow one? Shrek asked, “Perhaps you were referrin' to my supper!”

Applejack gasped in horror as she spotted a fidgeting bulge in the monster’s stomach.

“Yer gonna pay for what you’ve done!!” Applejack shouted as she turned to deliver a kick into the beast. The blow, however, was absorbed by Shrek’s ballistic rod. Seizing the opportunity, the ogre snatched hold of the earth pony’s strong, hind legs. Taking both legs in his hands, he twisted sharply and a snap echoed in the barn, followed by a shrill scream. Tears filled the blonde mare’s eyes as she tried desperately to crawl away.

“No use in fightin’ it, lass,” Shrek cooed. “Now let me fill ya with love.”

The ogre pulled the pony’s limp legs snug to his slimy, green body. Legs still ablaze with unbearable pain, Applejack wailed in pain.

“Please! I beg ya!” Applejack pleaded desperately. “I’ll do whatever ya want!”

Shrek paused when an idea came to mind. “The wee one mentioned a Big Mac. Is he your father? A brother?”

“He’s mah and Apple Bloom’s b-big brother,” Applejack said as she winced in pain.

“And where might he be?” Prodded the ogre.

“I ain’t tellin’ you anything, ya heathen!” Yelled the mare adamantly.

“Fine,” Shrek said with a smirk, “I’ll find him myself.

Without warning, Shrek dumped Applejack to the ground unceremoniously, causing her to yelp in pain once more. “Don’t walk out on me, lassie. I’ll be back,” he said with a hearty laugh as he bolted towards the front door of the barn, breaking it into a thousand tiny pieces. The ogre was gone.

Seizing the moment, Applejack began pulling herself towards the back door of the barn. She knew that Shrek would soon be back, and she didn't want to wait around to find out what he had planned for her. Inch by inch, the wounded farmer pulled her way forward with her two functional hooves. She had to tell somebody about what had just happened.

*CRACK!*

Applejack turned to see a new ogre-sized hole in the wall of the barn.

"It's show time, lassie!" Shrek roared joyfully.

The mare then turned to find her big brother gagged and blindfolded. A collar rested around the stallion's neck, connected to the ogre's right hand by a weathered rope. An evil grin stretched across Shrek's face like a strand of black licorice.

"I'm sorry, sis. He's got Apple Bloom," said the imprisoned stallion.

"What the hay are you talkin' about?" Applejack replied.

Suddenly, the mare found herself unable to speak. A large onion had swiftly been lodged inside her mouth by the crafty ogre.

"You know what to do, laddie," Shrek chuckled. "It's the only way to save your wee sister."

Without choice, Big Mac found himself positioned atop his crippled sister. The orange mare's eyes widened in terror. She knew what the ogre had planned for her. AJ's muffled cries ricocheted off the onion's crispy layers, as her pleas went unanswered. Slowly, the stallion's hardened cock made its way towards Applejack's exposed crevice.

"It's all ogre now," Shrek whispered in her ear as Big Mac penetrated.

Squirming violently, AJ made desperate attempts to free herself from her brother. However, the stallion's will to save his youngest sister was too great.

"That's the way ya do it, laddie!" Shrek yelled as he choked his chicken furiously.

Faster and deeper, Big Mac thrusted his mighty limb. Applejack's eyes were now flowing with tears. Not only had she lost her sister, but now her relationship with her brother was tarnished forever. In a state of infinite despair and hopelessness, the pony's troubled mind crumbled into unconsciousness.

After several minutes of sexual torment, Big Mac finished. He then pulled his shaft from his sister's cunt.

"Alright," said the stallion, "A deal's a deal. Let Apple Bloom go."

Without warning, Shrek's muscular cock smashed into Big Mac's thick skull, killing him instantly.

"Oi! That's the stuff!" Cried Shrek in pleasure as he shot his steamy load onto the stallion's lifeless corpse.

Shrek is love. Shrek is life.

Generosity

Chapter III
The roaring flames of Sweet Apple Acres sent a plume of smoke into the atmosphere. The thick, black column was visible from all of Ponyville. Rescue ponies quickly found their way to the scene, along with Princess Twilight and the remainder of her friends.

“Who could have done this?” Twilight breathed in a stone-cold voice.

The other three just stood speechless, looking on as the flames continued to pillage and destroy their beloved friend’s country home. Hoping that Applejack and her family had made it out alright, they waited uneasily for the any word that the rescue ponies might have.

“Princess Twilight, I ask that you and your friends follow me.” The fire marshal said.

Without a sound, the four companions followed the firefighter through the ash-covered grounds of the once booming orchard. They found themselves led into a small, green tent. Emergency responders crowded the scene.

“Did you find AJ!?” Rainbow Dash exclaimed as the group made their way inside.

The sight that befell the four ponies was heartbreaking. In the corner sat two body bags, one large and one small. On the opposite side of the tent, a bruised, scorched earth pony lay unconscious. Her long, golden mane had been blazed clear off her orange scalp. Burns covered her crippled body, leaving her slightly disfigured.

“Applejack…” Whimpered the pink, party pony as she and the others crowded around their wounded friend.

“Oh sweet Celestia, why!?” Rarity shreeked.

As the tears began to drip, the four ponies gently nuzzled Applejack’s sleeping face. She made no movement in response to her friends’ comforting actions.

“Is she going to be alright, doctor?” Twilight asked grimly.

“Princess…” The medical pony began. “I am afraid that your friend has become comatose. She seems to be in a completely vegetative state.”

“H-how long will she be like this?” Rainbow asked, fidgeting as she spoke.

“I’m afraid there is no way of knowing. It is possible that Miss Applejack here could spend the rest of her days like this,” said the doctor callously.

The pegasus then broke down entirely, falling upon the ground in tears. Although she felt the embrace of her three remaining friend around her, she felt as if she would be alone forever.

“Sadly, we weren’t able to save her brother and grandmother,” said the doctor. “They were already gone by the time we arrived.”

The four turned their attention to the two bags at the other end of the room. Ponyville had just lost two of its amazing citizens. Never again would they see the mighty Big Mac bucking apples in the south fields. No more would there be the smell of Granny Smith’s hot apple pies pervade through the Ponyville marketplace. The warmth and happiness that the Apple family brought to the small town was now gone forever.

“What about Apple Bloom?” Asked the alicorn. “Did you find her?”

“I’m afraid we couldn’t locate anypony else,” said the fire marshal. “It’s possible that she ran off amidst all the chaos. We’ll continue to look for her once we’ve finished up here.”

Once the flames began to lose their strength and the ash began to settle, the emergency responders began to slowly pack up their gear. As the bulk of the ponies began to leave, so did the remaining Elements of Harmony.

“Well girls…” Rarity began. “I need to return home to Sweetie Belle. She needs to be told about this.”

“Alright Rarity, we’ll let you know if we hear anything about Apple Bloom,” said Twilight.

“Thank you, darling.” the unicorn said as she trotted off towards Ponyville.

When she arrived at her shop, Rarity noticed that the front door was sitting ajar. Ugh, that filly should really learn to close a door.

As she passed through the threshold, the pale mare pulled the heavy door shut before applying all three locks behind her. An eerie silence rang throughout the house. There were no signs of Sweetie Belle to be found. A chilly gust of wind blew delicately through the velvety interior.

“Sweetie Belle!” Rarity called out.

There was no answer.

“Darling,” she continued, “Are you in here?”

The sound of breaking glass echoed from the upstairs bedroom, followed by a violent clammering sound.

“What in Equestria was that?” Rarity exclaimed as she trotted up the stairs.

As the mare approached her bedroom, she began to notice a strong aroma filling the air around her. The dank stench made her eyes water.

“Opal,” said the unicorn, “Have you left me another mess to clean up?

With great anticipation, she inched her way up to the bedroom door. The foul smell hung in the air like a fine mist. She began to worry about what had produced such a foul odor. The thought of a plumbing malfunction strained on her mind relentlessly.

“Oh Celestia, please…” The finicky mare said as she finally opened the door.

Resting directly in the center of the room sat a fresh mountain of steaming feces. The pungent musk radiated profusely off of the slimy pile. A thick, brown reservoir pooled around the massive stool, seeping deeply into the soft carpet below.

“Opal!” The unicorn screamed, “How could you do this to me?”

Suddenly, a cumbersome figure fell violently out of the closet onto the floor. The behemoth’s chubby face struck the floor hard, splashing flecks of diarrhea in all directions.

“Oh my stars!” Cried Rarity, “Who are you?”

The beast lifted his massive head to look at his new prey. Wet chunks of shit clung to his face as a large grin spread between his cheeks.

“Don’t run, lassie,” the ogre said as he leaned in closer. “I’m too fast for ya.”

Rarity felt her heart begin to race as she saw herself face to face with Shrek’s mighty, green pole. The member pumped up and down, hungry to taste the unicorn’s soft, pink pussy.

In an instant, Rarity found herself underneath the ogre. Shrek’s throbbing rod pressed aggressively against her exposed vagina, ready for its new plunder. To the melody of the mare’s desperate pleas for help, the ogre popped his massive cock deep into the slippery cunt.

“P-please…” Rarity begged. “I’ll do anything.”

Shrek paused for a moment as he gave thought to the unicorn’s words. He then ripped his musky snake from Rarity’s bleeding crevice. Wasting no time at all, the ogre flipped the pale mare onto her back. Staring deeply into her sapphire eyes, the ogre prepared to jam his shaft into the squishy, marshmallow butthole in front of him.

“Oh no you don’t!”, Rarity interjected as she delivered a swift, crippling kick into the ogre’s pulsating scrotum.

A roar of pain and disbelief echoed throughout the house as the beloved Ogrelord fell back into his warm stack of swampy poop. The ogre’s chocolate sludge coated the back of his suave, leather vest.

“Ah, wha…” Shrek groaned. “Not me bloody vest!”

Springing herself up from her vulnerable position, Rarity found herself sprinting wildly for the front door. Both terrified and violated, the panicked mare slammed into the downstairs wall upon reaching the ground floor. The vibrations of the impact triggered an urn to plummet from its shelf, smashing into the unicorn’s skull. Rarity squeaked as she fell to the floor.

Dizzy and frantic, the incapacitated mare clawed desperately at the large wooden door that sat but inches away from her.

“N-no…” Rarity wheezed as she lost consciousness.

The beaten ogre stumbled in agony down the cramped staircase. The little pony had slain his massive boner. All hopes of spreading his seed had been decimated as his limp cock dangled impotently towards the floor.

“Well played, missy.” Shrek said with a smile. “Well played.”

The ogre then dropped his stained trousers as he squatted down over the battered unicorn’s head. Buttery, brown chunks clung to Rarity’s violet curls as Shrek emptied his ass all over the pony’s sleeping head.

Shrek is love. Shrek is life.

Prologue

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.