drek/ Shrek and Donald Trump

Drek

      Donald looked at his reflection in his bedroom mirror, fixing his weave, and thinking ' oh  look what a tanned and filthy whore i am '. he was feeling his bitter chic couture. He was getting ready for the man of his dreams.  That man was green, large and absolutely not mexican.  That man was named Shrek. As soon as he thought of the green ogre god, he blushed and felt an uprising in his $10 000 pants.

n the meantime, Shrek was bathing in the mud outside of his luxury swamp house. He was feeling his member, thinking of Donald. He was thinking of the day when his pig-like eyes first saw the handsome presidential candidate on tv. So old, but so fresh.  Since that day, Shrek made it his mission to track Donald down and ask him out on the most shrektastic date of his life.  He finally found out that Donald lives in the mighty Trump tower.

When  Shrek  arrived to the Trump tower, he began feeling a strange feeling in his stomach. He thought it were the onions, but it was just plain love. He got in and saw a lovely swamp-like lady on the reception. ' Maybe she's half ogre ' Shrek thought to himself. ' Hello asshole ' the receptionist greeted him in a Trump-like way. ' hello m'lady' Shrek said, tipping his dollar store fedora. ' is Donnie coming to greet me? ' Shrek asked, his cheeks becoming brighter and brighter with every second. The receptionist called Donald, and he was downstairs in a millisecond. When Donald saw the green creature standing in front of him, he said ' better green than mexican '. ' You like that, orange baby boy? ' Shrek smirked. That sweeped Donald off his feet, and not even a minute after he first saw  him, he was already pushing him in the nearby bathroom for a ' private business conversation '. As soon as they closed the door, Shrek pulled out his mighty meat stick. ' You're green, and I'm orange. Touch me, and let's make brown.' Donald proclaimed. ' The Trump tower is not the only tower you are going to own, and certainly not the biggest ' Shrek whispred in Donald's ear. Donald whipped out a green condom from his khaki coloured pants and said ' Just for you, daddy '. That turned Shrek on like nothing else in his entire life. He put on the condom, and lubricated it with his juicy saliva. ' Prepare for detailed internal inspection ' Shrek groaned. When the ogre's sword entered his hole, Donald screamed. It was an euphoric feeling, a feeling which contained pain and pleasure, just how Donald liked it.  ' harder, daddy ' Donald groaned, as Shrek inserted himself deeper into his hole. ' fuck, Donnie you're gonna me me cum ' Shrek shivered. ' Make me taste it ' Donald opened his mouth, as Shrek finished in his mouth. ' That was better than mexican food ' Donald said licking the cum off his lips.  Shrek felt proud.  

 And that's the beginning of a beautiful love story.  They got judged by the  Westbro Baptist Church and Hilary Clinton, but they didn't care, because true love conqured all hate. They got married on the top of Donald's tower, which they painted half orange, half green.

End of the first chapter. Should I do another one?