FSE

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"Stop in the name of the law, you weasel!" Nick Wilde shouted in his cop uniform as he chased an all too familiar Duke Weaselton down the sidewalk. Nike had just been told of a shady coconut game in a back alley, and he wasn't really surprised who was behind it all. Nick was more surprised at how fast this weasel could nimbly run between people's legs, on top of their head's, and he even used a lamppost as a slingshot earlier to get some more distance away from Nick. but Nick was getting close to him now. Just a few more feet...

Just before Nick could get his paws on Duke's white shirt, a large white portal appeared between Nick and Duke, and Nick, unable to stop in time, ran right through the portal. Duke merely turned back for a moment and saw the portal. Rather than question what it was, or where Nick went, he just kept running with a bag in paw.

Moments after that portal opened, an ogre ran out from that portal with short brown hair and a green dress. She didn't look back, she just kept running while the portal closed behind her, leaving her stuck in the strange world of Zootopia, none of which the animals seemed to react well to her presence.

On the other side of the portal, Nick screeched to a halt in his run when he realized he was no longer in the hustling bustling city, but now he was in the woodlands. He didn't have too much time to get accustomed to his surroundings however...

A tall knight on horseback soon arrived in front of him, though the knight pulled back on the reins of the horse to prevent the horse from trampling over the fox. The horse was white with a blonde mane and tail, while the knight wore silver armor that covered him from head to boot. With a sword in one hand, and the reins in the other, he swung his sword next to the horse's flank before he said, in a demanding tone. "Where did the princess run off to, fox?" he talked down to the fox as if calling him by his own species should have been insulting enough.

Nick was quick to think in most cases, but he was a bit thrown off now. The knight looked like he was in the medieval era, and nowhere near Zootopia standards. In fact, Nick had no idea what species this knight was, while he knew the horse was a horse, the horse looked far too feral. His first thought was that he stepped through some sort of time portal, where animals were devolved and this other weird species existed. He knew he was going to get nowhere just thinking though, and decided to play along. "Who, the princess? Ah, you just missed her. She ran..." Nick pointed two black paws to the left. "That way, but if you hurry, you can catch her."

The knight looked down at the fox for a moment before he pulled on the reins, and sent the horse in the direction the fox pointed. Together, the horse and rider went off in search for that princess, and let Nick be.

Nick thought to himself he wasn't sure what that was about, but it wasn't his problem, so he wasn't going to worry about it. He had a whole new problem on his hands. That knight and horse, the woodlands that surrounded him, he was definitely not in Zootopia anymore. "Reminds me of an ancient era," he said to himself. "A time when animals were actually really primitive." He knew that he met a devolved horse earlier, but the man riding the horse was definitely something he couldn't identify. It walked on two legs like a monkey, and yet he couldn't make out a tail, perhaps it was a gorilla? But gorilla's were much larger in size.

As Nick tried to think about what that creature might have been, a voice called out. "Princess? Princess where are you? Man, how does a girl on two legs run faster than a donkey on four legs? Someone tell me what sense does THAT make." While there was plenty of grass to walk on, the creature that called out for the princess, made some very loud noises while he walked. He stepped on twigs, rocks, and he just kept talking. "If I never shut up, you'll hear me eventually princess! So let's talk about flowers. What's your favorite flower? I like the gray ones. The gray ones are also kind of nice, but I REALLY like the gray ones. Man, I could be much more descriptive if I wasn't colorblind."

Nick half frowned when he heard the voice. It wasn't long before he saw who made the voice, and it was a donkey. Not just a donkey, but also a four legged donkey, a naked one at that. "I'm sorry to say, your princess is in another forest." He sounded anything but apologetic in tone. Despite the odd situation he found himself in, he was still as wise-cracking as ever.

"Aw man! What forest?" The donkey stomped on his hoof in frustration. "The Sherwood Forest? The Enchanted Forest? Are we in the Sherwood Forest? I can't read the signs." He stomped his hooves again in frustration, and shook his head from side to side before, just suddenly, he changed his composure to a more thoughtful one. "Is it me, or does forest sound really weird after you say it a bunch of times? And hey, are you a fox? What's with the weird getup? Are you into roleplaying?"

Nick was silent up until the donkey stopped speaking, which felt like far longer than it should have taken. "Oh, are you done?" He asked casually. "I'm Nick. Yes, I am a fox, and yes, I am a cop. I'm not entirely sure what happened, but you sound like someone I don't want to be around, so why don't you just trot on off and look for your princess, while I look for my way back home?"

"Cop? What's a cop? Why don't you want to be around me? Where's your home? Oh my name's Donkey by the way, but no seriously, what's a cop?" Donkey asked question after question after question.

Nick knew he was going to get nowhere fast with Donkey. With both hands, he grabbed Donkey's muzzle, and clamped it shut. "Now, listen. Why not, instead of you talking nonstop, you go look for your princess, while I go look for a way back home. Unless you know someone who can help me out, which MIGHT help you find your princess, because she probably went through that same portal as I did. Nod if you know someone."

Donkey nodded rapidly at that, but Nick kept him restrained. After only a few nods, Nick held his muzzle tighter.

"Fine then, I'm going to let go, and you're going to take me to that someone you know." With that, Nick gently released Donkey's muzzle.

Donkey turned and walked with Nick. "Okay I know EXACTLY who will to take you to. I know this one guy, and I know this one guy REALLY well. I know him so well in fact, that I don't know a lot of other guys besides a talking cat." He turned to Nick with a quirked brow. "You two might get along actually." He turned away and walked with a tune in his throat.

Nick's ears lowered, and he grimaced. This donkey just would not shut up. At least he was going to take him to someone. While he walked behind Donkey, he felt his stomach rumble hungrily. "Does that someone happen to have food with them?" he paused. "Like blueberries?"

"Blueberries? Man let me tell you, this guy will turn your berries blue if you aren't prepared when you meet him. He's pretty big, self-centered, a little smelly..."

While Donkey kept talking, Nick just rolled his eyes. Someone, ANYONE would be better to talk to than this jackass would. And he thought of that term in both the animal way, and the insulting way for Donkey.

As they got to a clearing in the woods, they crossed by a large mud pit. Just past that was a giant tree stump, with a door at the bottom, and the very bottom of the stump widened out into a small house. The scent smelled like that of a men's locker room with clogged toilets. "Oh, and one more thing," Donkey said, as the two walked up the door, and past a sign that said 'KEEP OUT' in red on it. "He's an ogre." Donkey opened up the door with his mouth, and stepped inside the hut. "Shrek? Shrek where are you?"

"A what?" Nick had such a little idea what an ogre was, though when he got near the hut, he hated to admit how messy it looked. He couldn't be rude to this someone though...okay, unless this someone was exactly like Donkey, in which case Nick could be as rude as he needed to be in order to get out of there. He entered the house, and took a seat on the wooden chair. He looked at the table full of what looked like food, but while it looked like food, it seemed anything but edible. It was largely things that were in the shape of food, but they looked so...disgusting, that the thought of stomaching such foods made his gut turn. There was what looked like a turkey leg, but it dripped with light brown...something. Nick turned away from the table, and watched Donkey. "Just think of going back to Zootopia and seeing Carrots and everyone else." He muttered to himself. "Maybe stop by and see Jerry, been awhile since I got some ice cream."

A large green ogre stepped out from a narrow hallway wearing light brown clothing, the one called Shrek. "Huh. Weird outfit." He commented when he saw Nick's clothes. "Donkey said you wanted to see someone?" normally, Shrek wasn't a huge fan of visitors, or people, or anything. His adventures had changed him a bit to be more open. Plus, it was just one fox, who was likely going to be here only temporary anyways.

Nick looked at Shrek momentarily. This was an ogre? Normally, he'd panic, but the ogre didn't seem to behave badly. Okay, the ogre definitely smelled like sweaty gym socks, but besides THAT. "Yeah. Look, long story short, portal opened up, I ran through it and ended up here. I'm betting that some princess ran through it and ended up on the other end. If you can find a way to get me back home, I'm sure we can find a way to get your princess back here."

"Portal?" Shrek said with a tone of confusion. "I'm not really sure how to find a way to open up portals, let alone who, or WHAT could have done such a thing in the first place." He reached into his ear antennae casually, twirled his finger around, and plucked out earwax the size of a small tennis ball. With a shrug, he casually tossed it into the nearby fireplace, which caused the fire to swell suddenly before it quickly died back down.

Nick looked over at Donkey with an annoyed look. "I thought I told you to find someone who could help me with that portal?"

Donkey tilted his head. "What? No. You just said take to take you to someone I knew, and I know Shrek pretty well. See, he's like an onion, he makes people cry, and he made me cry a LOT!"

"Layers, Donkey." Shrek replied. He then looked over to Nick. "There are a few people that might be able to help you, but they're pretty far away. One place is, quite literally, called 'Far Far Away.'"

"No, really, great name." Nick rolled his eyes. "Any mode of transportation that doesn't talk nonstop, or am I hoofing it?"

"Believe me, I know what you mean." Shrek turned to look at Donkey for a moment before he turned back to Nick. "Stay here for the day, you can head out first thing tomorrow morning to Duloc, there are a few fairy godmothers there that might know a thing or two. Until then, sit and have a bite to eat."

"I'm already sitting." Nick looked at the various...food stuffs on the table. The food that was supposed to look hot, looked cold. "I'll pass. No offense, but it looks like a lot of this stuff has seen better days, and it's been sitting here for a while."

"It's just ripe for eating. If you need it heated up though..." Shrek pulled out a match and lit it. He turned around, let loose a fart, and the flame flew across the table, and stopped just inches from Nick's muzzle. The flame dissipated quickly, and after, the food was smoking hot, literally. "Better?" he asked, with a grin and a shrug. Nick was both amazed, and disgusted. He covered that muzzle of his, and stared up at Shrek in disbelief. If Shrek smelled bad as it was, then his farts were absolutely unbelievable. A whiff alone smelled like the rear of a rhino, and Nick would know that from firsthand experience. And yet, when he smelled it, his body felt so...odd. Nick suddenly released a fart right after, though it was short lived compared to Shrek's. He failed to notice his tail shrinking, or his ears that slimmed a bit. At the same time, something inside of him changed. As Nick looked at all of that food, it looked a bit...better than before. He took a bowl of soup in a wooden bowl, and helped himself to the gray colored food. He took a drink, and he found it tasted...tolerable, at least, like watery gravy. "Better. I think." He couldn't get the scent of Shrek's fart out of it, which reminded him of an onion in more ways than one.

"Good. You look better already." Shrek glanced Donkey, and smiled lightly at him. "Donkey, why don't we have a word in my bedroom while Nick here gets comfortable?" Before Donkey could even answer, Shrek grabbed him, and pulled him back into the hut.

Just as Nick finished his soup, and patted his belly, he came to a realization. "Wait...did I even tell him my name in the first place?" he asked himself. He was almost positive that he didn't, and, while Donkey definitely didn't shut up, the three were around each other quite a bit. Maybe when Donkey left him to find Shrek? Yes, that must have been it, Nick convinced himself. He let out a small belch, and patted his belly. His gut felt, heck it even looked a bit bigger. "Hrm...don't think I ate that much, must be really fattening food." He chuckled lightly. "Have to feed a big ogre with it I guess."

After a few minutes, Donkey and Shrek came back out over to Nick. "Well Nick," Shrek stated. "Before you leave tomorrow, why don't I take you for a walk around the swamp today? Just so you can get more accustomed to your surroundings, plus I can tell you many things you need to know about this world, enough to help you get to the kingdom, find who you need to find, and just in general..." he paused briefly. "Fit right in."

"Couldn't hurt." Nick casually shrugged. He turned to glance at Donkey briefly, and he just saw a huge grin from the ass. It was a little off-setting. When Nick first came here, Donkey just would not shut up. Why was he so quiet now? He couldn't complain about it, but he found it just...incredibly strange. He hopped off the chair, and went to the door.

Shrek opened the door for him, and together the pair went outside to the bright sunny day, in the deep smelly swamp. "Nothing but trees as far as the eye can see, but if you just keep walking in this direction," Shrek walked ahead. "You'll be able to see the kingdom. It will still be far away, but at least in sight."

"Sounds good, not much need to know anything else then, is there?" Nick walked along with Shrek with his arms behind his back as he casually glanced around. Nick did his best not to let the smells of the swamp or Shrek get to him. It was...actually a little easier than he thought it would have been.

"There are plenty of dangers though." Shrek led Nick over to a river. The river was actually quite shallow, and the water moved so slow that one could easily wade through it without much difficulty. "Like this water. Don't let your eyes be fooled by how easy it looks to cross. One wrong move, and you'll be swept away by the current!"

Nick raised a brow at Shrek. He glanced down at the water. "It's moving slower than sloths at the DMV." He paused for a moment. "If it moved as fast as Flash did, then I'd be worried." He added with a hint of sarcasm.

"I have no idea what a DMV is, or what a flash is." Shrek responded. He grabbed onto a tree and bent it downward. As if the tree were made of anything but wood, the tree bent with Shrek. He walked across the water, and motioned Nick across on top of the trunk. "Think of it as a bridge of sorts." The tree was thick enough to use to walk across easily enough, but not that much thicker, a good foot or two across at most.

"Man, this really is the medieval times." Nick mentally shrugged, and just walked across on that tree that Shrek bent. He knew he would have been fine just walking across the water, but he didn't want to seem rude. "I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't have indoor plumbing."

Shrek let the tree go, and let it bounce right back into place. He looked up at the tree and thought that if Donkey had been on it, then it would have been funnier. "We do have that, but if you want a shower, I can suggest something BETTER than plain old water."

"Like what?" Nick raised a brow. "Filth and grime?"

"What's wrong with filth and grime?" Shrek turned to Nick, and pat his belly. "Why, filth is my middle name! You need to try bathing in filth." Shrek leaned down and looked at Nick face to face. "You might like it more than you think." Shrek smiled, and revealed plenty of yellowed stained teeth.

"Yeah, my middle name is filth too, while my first name is..." he paused when Shrek smiled at him. There was something about his smile that was so...it wasn't disturbing, but it was almost...arousing? He felt himself blush, but not the red of his blood, but a green blush. His shortened tail shrank just a bit more, but Nick himself actually grew a little taller. "Uh...Not..." he finished his sarcastic remark, but he sounded very unsure of himself about it.

Shrek pulled back. He closed his mouth, but he kept that smile. "Why did you ask anyways? Do you have to use the bathroom? The world is your bathroom!" he paused briefly. "But there's also an outhouse over there." He pointed to a wooden outhouse with a moon symbol.

"You have indoor plumbing, yet the world is your bathroom." Nick glanced over at the outhouse. It smelled...actually like the rest of the swamp. "I'll be fine." Nick continued to walk. "I don't need the bathroom, and I'll uh...I'll find my own way to take a shower." He figured he could just use that stream earlier. He didn't want to admit it, but he could start to smell himself. He wasn't a particular fan of body odors, it reminded him too much of animals in the wild.

"I can give you a reason to need a shower." Shrek said playfully. With a light push, he shoved Nick into a mud pit deep enough to pull Nick's entire body down into it, but not so deep that he'd be at risk for drowning in the brown filth.

"Wha-?" Before Nick could gather what Shrek meant, he was shoved into that pile of mud. With a loud thick SPLAT, the mud caked his entire body but quickly. He looked like he was in a cartoon with the amount of mud that covered his body. It covered him so much, that not even his fur or clothing could be seen underneath. "You've got to be kidding me." He glared up at Shrek angrily. "Fine, where is your nearest shower? You said you have indoor plumbing." The mud felt absolutely cold on him, but at least it didn't smell as bad as he thought it would, just extremely wet dirt, nothing more.

"Why, right over here." Shrek led him to another mud pit, but a shallow one, shallow enough that he just had to step on top of it. There was a hollowed out log that pointed upwards directly above it. "Just stand there, and I'll get the water started up for you."

"This isn't exactly indoor plumbing, Shrek." Nick stood over to where Shrek told him to stand regardless. He reached up and tried to pull the mud off, but it was just too thick and sticky. "Ugh. You can't even tell I'm a fox underneath this."

"I said we have indoor plumbing." Shrek shouted as he walked away from Nick. "Not that we use it!" After a short time, Shrek climbed through that hollow log, and more brown filth fell on top of Nick. This filth however, behaved differently. The filth behaved like large clumps of water, and each one took off a bit of that mud.

"Ugh...ack..." Nick groaned as the filth ran over his body. It got the mud off, but it was absolutely disgusting. It felt as if a rhino was...no, he didn't even want to THINK of the comparison that he could have made. As the mud got off of his body, it striped fur with it to reveal green skin underneath. While it didn't strip all of his fur out, it only left a thin layer of it, so thin that it was much easier to see the green skin underneath the fur, than the fur itself. His tail completely vanished within that mud too, as did his clothes. "What is this stuff anyways? It smells like manure."

"Don't be silly." Shrek pushed another glop of that brown stuff onto Nick's body. "It's only 40% manure. The rest is a mix of dirt and water."

"Okay. Stop dumping that stuff on me. I'm out, I'm out." Nick tried to move out of the mud pit as quickly as possible, but the mud now felt so sticky, that movement was just that difficult. It felt as if his own fur was getting pulled out from his paws, albeit painlessly, with every step he took. He finally got out of the mud, and collapsed onto the forest floor. "I still feel so...ugh...filthy. Just give me a pond with WATER or something." Nick groaned. He didn't notice, but the mud all over his body was gone, but at the cost of his fur. The fur on his paws were gone, but the paws down at his feet were now pointed forward, and the paw base extended twice as long. It didn't change his walking, walking on two legs was still much easier, but had he looked at his feet, they would have been a cross between green ogre feet, and fox paws.

Shrek slid back through the log, and quickly caught up to Nick. He couldn't help but smile down at Nick's body. He still had the fur, but it was such a thin layer that he could easily see the green skin underneath. Nick almost resembled a furless fox, but with the ears slimmer, the tail gone, and the paws changed. "You look better already though, all nice and clean, by ogre standards, anyways."

"You talk like ogre standards and fox standards are..." Nick pulled himself up, but by doing so, he got a good look at his body. "...different..." he lost his train of thought by seeing all of that skin, that green skin no less. He could also pick up a faint odor of sour onions, and it didn't take him long to realize that stench came from, not Shrek, and not the swamp, but himself. "Shrek, what was IN that mud?" He swore if the fur would have peeled off of his body, that he should have felt a lot of pain from fur removal, but no. "And I'm PRETTY sure my skin isn't green underneath my fur. I never really looked into that."

"Nothing magical was in that mud." One of Shrek's large fingers touched Nick's muzzle. He gently pushed downward, and that muzzle sank into Nick's face the more Shrek pushed. "So just relax, and let me show you the rest of the swamp. There's so much left to see."

As Shrek pushed down Nick's muzzle, Nick's maw opened, and he let out a bass belch, one that grew in pitch as his muzzle shrank. Nick wanted to grab that huge finger, but his mind felt hazy as he let out that gas. He could feel that fox cock between his legs twitch happily too. By the time Shrek let go, Nick's muzzle was half the length, his ears were still roughly the same length, but very thin, and his tongue stuck out a bit in bliss. "I ah...uh...heh..." what was he so worried about again? Nick recalled it was something about his fur, but...did he have so much fur earlier? He couldn't quite remember.

"Feel better?" Shrek grabbed onto Nick's paw gently. "Come on, let's go." He was as delicate he could be for a big ogre. He walked slowly at first, at least until Nick was able to pick up the pace and walk normally.

Nick walked with Shrek slowly. As he picked up the pace, he wasn't sure why, but he just felt happier being around Shrek. Not pleasurably happy, even if his fox shaft was still aroused, but just, happy, happy, to be around Shrek. He was a nice guy, even if he did smell. Then again, Nick did too. "Yeah, of course, what else does this swamp have to offer?" The swamp itself already felt so beautiful to him, almost better than Zootopia entirely, though he couldn't remember a lot about Zootopia.

"Well, if you get hungry, there's plenty to eat." Shrek led Nick to a small pond. The pond was very brown on top, but hints of fish could be seen swimming around underneath the brownness that was the top of that pond. "I usually grab a fish from here, for instance, maybe a frog or two. There are some berries too."

Nick raised a brow. "You fish?" He was very well aware of what fishing was. It was in history books, and widely considered absolutely barbaric, but that might have had something to do with the NFC, the National Fish Council, having something to do with it. It seemed like a small pond, so it made him wonder how he was able to get fish from here, and how much he was able to get. Nick didn't pay much attention to notice that he was paying less attention on wanting to get out, and more attention on Shrek himself.

"Naw. You just get in there, rip a fart, and catch the dead fish." Shrek grinned widely down at Nick. "Care to try it?"

The idea was almost tempting. Deep down, something about using his own farts to catch a fish felt juvenile and horrific, fish were living things too after all, but the longer he stayed near Shrek, the less of a concern that felt. "Why don't you just show me some of those berries instead?" he asked, after a long delay of staring at the pond. The pond water was too dirty to show his reflection, but had he seen it, he would have likely panicked.

"Oh sure, right over here." The berries weren't too far away from them. In a matter of moments, Shrek led him to a purple berry bush. "There are red ones not that much farther away, but the purple ones are my favorite." Shrek turned to Nick. "Go on, try one."

"Finally, now berries I can't eat enough of." They weren't blueberries, but if Shrek ate them, then surely they couldn't have been that bad. He picked one up, and popped it into his mouth with barely a second thought. It was then that he realized how different the berry was. The very texture of the berry felt like leather, and when he bit down on it, he could hear a sickening squish as the juice filled his mouth. It wasn't a terrible taste, it reminded him of grapes, but the texture of that berry was disgusting. He swallowed it, and looked up at Shrek with a raised brow. "Blech...you could make a nice juice out of it, but the berry skin is so...weird..." he felt his stomach rumble, and he ripped a fart. As he did, he felt a sense of vertigo as Shrek's head inched closer, while the ground inched farther away. "Ugh...and it makes me a little dizzy."

"They have a slight hint of poison, but the poison isn't enough to kill you or make you sick. It's a little hard to explain though, but rest assured, you might feel dizzy or bloated at first, but you'll get adjusted to them." Shrek replied when he noticed Nick felt a little uneasy.

"Yeah, that makes me feel much more confident about eating these." Nick rolled his eyes as he popped another berry into his mouth. He couldn't deny that he was hungry, and it was either this, or eating live creatures, which the idea alone made his stomach turn. "Well if I DO die from it somehow, let it be known that I died doing what I love." As he popped berry after berry into his mouth, one berry turned into two, which turned into four. He was amazed at how many berries were on this bush. It didn't look like there was much, yet every time Nick ate one, it looked as if two more popped up in its place.

As Nick ate, he failed to notice his body grow upwards bit by bit. He blamed the small bouts of vertigo on the berries, but thankfully, after around 20 berries, that sensation stopped, though he did feel bloated as Shrek stated. Little did he know, he didn't feel bloated, he began to look the part. He looked less and less like a fox as he ate, and took on a more of a chubby humanoid shape, but with green skin rather than pale.

Shrek smiled down at him as he ate. Nick's original height was maybe half of Shrek's, but now Nick was less than a foot shorter than he was, about 4 inches or so shorter to be more precise. "They can't taste that bad if you're eating so many of them so fast."

"It's an acquired taste, and I've become acquainted to it." Nick responded, with a belch on top of that. His teeth felt incredibly strange, but he ignored it. Maybe it was just due to how sweet the berries were. After Nick ate a good thirty berries, he took the time to look down at himself, and he frowned. "You weren't kidding about the bloating." Nick saw, not just a small gut, but also a pair of moobs. He thought it a bit strange though, while he was bloated and looked fat, the man boobs shouldn't have come in so early.

"You sound a bit concerned about that. I think your new size makes you look cute." Shrek leaned down and pressed his fat green nose, up against Nick's black nose. "Still, let me help you ease those worries." Shrek pushed his nose, and Nick's nose pulled back into his body. Shrek only tilted his nose to the side by the time Nick's nose was nothing more than an oval shaped bulb, similar to Shrek's. Shrek then kissed Nick on the lips lovingly.

Nick wasn't sure what was going on. He watched his very nose push into his body and reshape itself to look almost like Shrek's, only smaller in size. "What are you doing to...mph?" Nick was cut off physically by Shrek's lips, and moments later, he felt his mind was also interrupted. What was he so worried about again, something about his size? He wouldn't have kissed Shrek before, but this kiss just felt so right now, that he didn't want to break it. He felt that cock between his legs twitch in eagerness, as that new nose of his took in Shrek's foul breath, and how wonderful it smelled to him. He longed for more, but he was too afraid to ask. An ogre and a fox, such a pair would never work out, even if Nick failed to realize he himself was more ogre than fox.

Shrek pulled out the kiss after a moment, with a smile at Nick. "How about, instead of the rest of the swamp, I give you a tour of my bedroom?" he tilted his head back in the direction that they came from.

Nick's mind was at odds. He had just met this ogre today, so why was his body so aroused? Nick stared at Shrek and took a deep breath of his terrible stench. Nick saw that grin Shrek gave, and he noticed those yellow teeth, and then when Nick's eyes went below Shrek's big gut, he noticed a tent between his legs. He wasn't sure what an ogre penis looked like, really it was a question he never thought about asking himself until now, but when he saw that tent, he felt his own cock spurt a hint of seed, but as it did, it felt smaller between his legs than it did moments ago. "Y-yeah, sure." Nick finally responded. He looked back up at Shrek, and took his hand. His paws felt more flexible. He could already grab things before, but now it felt as if he could bend those paw digits more, though they were still just as thick.

Shrek led nick back to his hut. Donkey was nowhere to be seen, but Donkey was the least of either Shrek's, or Nick's concern. Shrek brought Nick to his bedroom, and led him in. Shrek's bedroom was fairly standard, it had the basic accommodates of a bedroom, just more crudely built. The bed was made of strong thick single tree branches, while the mattress was made of what looked like a combination of hay, and clothing tossed together from both men and women. The pillows were stuffed with chicken feathers, while two torches lit up the very top of the bed.

"It's amazing what you can scare off of people when you try hard enough." Shrek said with a chuckle. "Go on and have a seat, and then just let me take it from there." He reached his big ogre hands around Nick's widening shoulders, and gently rubbed him with his fingertips.

Nick was ready to bite the bottom of his lip, but his mouth as a whole felt strange. He ignored that sensation, and instead made his way to the bed. He turned around, and took a seat on the mattress. He thought something felt so off about having a seat, and he had a brief memory of trying to get his tail in the right spot, but at the same time, he didn't even have a tail anymore, and that felt strangely okay with him.

Shrek leaned down at the side of the bed, and gently felt Nick's feet. Nick's paws, once black and small, were now much bigger and human shaped, though a size 11 at minimum. Each toe was green as his skin, with a sickly yellow nail. "Quite attractive feet you have there." Shrek said with a chuckle. As his hands traced up his feet and to Nick's legs, what fur that was on his feet shed like nothing.

"Uh...I'm not really a paw person, but thanks?" Nick responded. Shrek was still being so nice, even if what he was doing felt so alien, but at the same time, so pleasurable. He was lost in thought for a moment as he remembered he had clothes earlier, but they were no more, he was a naked fox. At the same time, he didn't feel that much like a fox. His legs were thick, with his thighs powerful, and as Shrek's hands traveled up them, they lost any trace of fur. "Shrek? What are you doing exactly?" he tried to clear his mind and focus, but it was hard when such an attractive ogre was gently rubbing him with huge hands.

"Just getting rid of all of that weird stuff on your skin." Shrek explained casually as his hand glided over Nick's stomach. His otherwise flat stomach, was pushed out into a small gut, not nearly as fat as he could be, but definitely not thin, probably in the 230 pound range. The fur on his green skin shed from him, though that fox cock stayed between his legs. It was an absolutely pathetic size though, especially compared to the rest of his body, his gut almost hid it completely.

Nick watched that fur shed from his skin as if it were nothing. He had so much more fur, didn't he? So why did not having fur feel so right? Nick watched Shrek's huge hands travel up Nick's green skinned body. "I thought it was normal to have that. It doesn't feel weird to have it on me." He replied, though he was unsure of himself.

"Oh, it's VERY weird to have on an ogre." Shrek's hands traveled up Nick's green back, and then gently cupped his moobs. "But this, all of this is right on a female ogre such as yourself." He reached up to Nick's neck, and pushed his Adam's apple inwards. As he did, he kissed him gently on the cheek.

"But I'm not an og-" Nick paused when his Adam's apple was pushed in. He couldn't help himself, but belch as it pushed inward, his belch picked up to a low feminine voice, higher than some females, but lower than most. "And...I'm not..." Nick tried to finish his sentence, but his own voice sounded alien. It sounded gentle, just like a woman's. He wasn't a she. He still had that fox cock between his legs, there was just no way. Maybe he had strange fetishes such as that ogre that kept him turned on so, but who cared?

"You are female. You just don't realize it yet." Shrek's hands gently combed over Nick's head to reveal that short auburn hair. From head to his now toes, Nick almost looked like an exact replica of Fiona, there was just one more detail left to fox. "Let me help you realize that." Shrek pulled off his top with ease, and his pants with a bit of a struggle to reveal his own very fat green hairy gut, as well as an ogre cock and balls, which actually looked surprisingly human, just larger in size, with a much stronger smell of musk.

Nick could smell that strong onion smell from Shrek, and a stronger salty smell from his exposed cock and balls. It took Nick far longer than he should have to realize he had been smelling Shrek this entire time nearby, and it never really bothered him. At this point, Nick had a repugnant odor himself, but he never realized it. "How does you undressing help?" although, as loathe as he was to admit it, Shrek was definitely attractive underneath those clothes of his.

"Feel better now? You know who you are?" Shrek gently wrapped his hands around Nick, and laid down on the bed on top of him. That dark green ogre cock of his pushed up against Nick's balls. Nick's testicles pushed inside his own body at the force of that cock, as gentle as Shrek was.

"I'm...I'm Nick." What kind of question even was that? He was himself, he was Nick...wasn't he? He could feel that ogre cock down at his vagina, no, his testicles, but if he had them, then why was that cock pushing upwards so easily. He grunted lightly as he felt something spurt from that fox cock, the last of his male seed, before the cock pushed up in him with his balls, though the head of the cock stuck out, the rest of the balls slid inside a vagina, Nick's own vagina, with the cock served as the clit.

"Nick?" Shrek asked, as he slid that ogre cock inside that new vagina Nick had developed. It was a perfect fit for his ogre shaft, an oversized vagina, for an oversized cock. "No, your name is Fiona."

"Fiona?" That name sounded so foreign, yet at the same time, so familiar. Nick belched deeply as his, no, her gut slid up and down Shrek's. Every time she felt that ogre cock thrust deep into her newly formed vagina, it was harder to remember who she actually was. She came from a castle, right? She was locked up, and Shrek saved her. The relationship was rocky at first, but soon after, grew into that of love. She also remembered Zootopia though. "Carrots..." Nick said quietly. "I have, I have to see Carrots again." Carrots was a nickname for someone, but who was it? Every time she said that, she could only remember the vegetable carrots, and not the person she nicknamed Carrots.

"You can have all the carrots you want in the castle." Shrek said with a chuckle, and thrust his huge cock deep. He let out a fart moments after, with a deep moan. "Just remember who you really are, let it all flood back in to you."

Nick was at odds with herself. Her entire history was a mix between Fiona, and Nick. "But...Zootopia." She remembered the name of the place, but she couldn't remember anything else about it. What did it consist of? And what of Nick's body? "I-I'm a fox in Zootopia, a male fox, aren't I?"

"Maybe in your mind you are, but in reality, you're Fiona. I don't know where you came up with this Zootopia thing, maybe in a fairy tale you made while you were trapped in the tower for so long?"

To Nick, the idea of Zootopia definitely felt like a fairy tale, and this felt like paradise, A fox and a rabbit living lives as weird police officers, whatever that even was. She could hardly focus on it though with that huge cock ramming her vagina. "Y-yeah, maybe." It felt like a powerful fairy tale though, but after a small fart from her, followed by a quick orgasm, the fairy tale Zootopia seemed more likely. Who was the main character in her Zootopia? It was...yes it was Carrots, wasn't it? Or did she have another name? She was pretty sure that name started with a J, or maybe it was a K? Another orgasm distracted her, and now she couldn't recall the name at all. Her body smelled just as bad as Shrek's, but she didn't mind it, she had smelled such odors for such a long time now, her teeth were just as stained and yellow too. "Y-yeah. I'm Fiona." Nick said, quietly, though she sounded unsure of herself.

"What was that?" Shrek reached up, and held onto Nick's green chest, he then squeezed gently, and thrust hard as a hint of pre came out from Shrek.

That hint of pre inside of her made her feel surer of herself. "I'm...I'm Fiona." She said again, this time in a more confident voice.

"One more time!" Shrek shouted, just as he thrust his cock deeply. His balls could no longer hold back the pressure, and he came, giving Nick his seed, pump by pump.

"I-I'm Fiona!" She shouted, now sure of herself. That Zootopia place, surely it was no more than some sort of fairy tale she made up. She could barely even remember it anymore, and just as a strong orgasm hit her, the idea of Zootopia, whatever it was, was nothing more than something she probably wrote on paper ages ago. She was Fiona, she was Shrek's wife, and she was damn proud of it.

Meanwhile, in another universe...

Nick Wilde walked out of Judy's apartment with a smirk on his face. "I'll see you tomorrow, Carrots." He said, with a point, and a wink. Nick thought to himself, and he had a vague memory of being a woman...a woman called Fiona. Now though, it felt like a downright crazy idea. It all sounded like some sort of fairy tale, a weird one at that. What kind of princess becomes an ogre, anyways? Whatever it was, he didn't let it get to him. It was a vague memory, and nothing more.