I was 12 years old at the time. I loved Shrek. I had all of his merchandise and movies. He brings me so much joy.

I am kneeling by my bed, praying to Shrek like I do every night.

"Shrek is Love. Shrek is life"

My father walks in and calls me a faggot. I reply back by calling him a cunt.

He slaps me before ordering me to bed and leaving my room.

I am laying on my bed now, holding my red cheek. I am crying now.

I sniffle before I feel a warmth near me, then touch me. I turn over to see the one and only Shrek.

My heart jumps as a smile spreads across my face. He whispers in my ear,

"This is my swamp."

Before he grabs me with his strong, massive ogre hands, placing me on my hands and knees.

I smile in delight as I spread my ass cheeks for Shrek. He penetrates my butthole with his enormous shaft, Pounding me like no other.

It hurts, but I do it all for Shrek. I press against his force as tears well up in my eyes.

Soon after, he yells a mighty roar, filling my butt with love.

My father walks in,

"What the fuck?"

Before he can say anything, Shrek looks him in the eyes and says,

"It's all Ogre now."

And flees out my bedroom window.

I lay there for a moment before I sigh and whisper.

"Shrek is Love. Shrek is Life."