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Okay, let´s give this a try. Since english is not my native language, I hesitated till now to post a translation of my very own.

But on the other hand, I don´t want to bug my brave editor all the time, so let´s see how fast I get ripped appart :-)

Perhaps this will work, if you find errors, tell me in comments what and where, and I will fix them.

The rules stay the same, people under 18 or 21, whatever you like, are not allowed to read any further.

And comments of any kind will be much appreciated.

Where curses can be blessings

(this story takes place before Shrek I)

Princess Fiona, daughter of the royal family from Far far away, sat dizzyly on a window in her tower. She sat and watched in a dreamlike state, as the sun touched the mountains on the horizont. The golden markings on her emerald dress shone in the twilight, alike her ginger hair.

„It ´s time again.", she thought, not knowing if she had to be sad about it anymore. The curse was there, thats why she couldn´t get out of this castle. In the highest room of the highest tower, guarded by a firebreathing monster, she was sopossed to wait. Wait, till true loves first kiss should set her free. But now she waitet so long for that kiss, and another night sank down. Sighing Fiona left her balcony. No white stallion in sight, no heroic speeches to hear, another day lost for her rescue. Grumpy she lay on her bed, watched the last beams of sunlight, and waited for the magic to do it´s duty. Allready she sensed it. A sparkling in her bones, just before the chance happend. A golden mist of cursed energy hushed through the air, covered all of her and lifted her of the sheaths. The sparkling growed, her skin lost all royal tone and darkend into a mintlike green. At the same time her muscles grow; stomach, arms, behind and legs became much more meaty. The dress became tight, only magic prevented it from ripping. Her ears turned around till they looked like little trombones, and her nose became flat like she was hit by a shovel. Sadly Fiona feeled her deformed face. Her once so fine princessy fingers had formed into green pranklike fists, ready to challange any blacksmith she encountered.

Usually Fiona tried to sleep after the change, dreaming till the next morning made her a princess again. But not tonight. For a reason she couldn´t really determon herself, she decided to enjoy her other self this night. At the morning, she clumsily had papercut her finger. Not deep, but enough to hurt all time. Now the cut was gone. All by itself, as if such a minor wound could never ocour to a mighty ogre. Everything had it´s two sides, she herself was the best prouf to that. Why shoudn´t her ugly, monstoures body not also bring something good?

As a princess she was noble, a precious little flower. But now...

She stepped in front of the mirror at the wall. The fact it never broke in her sight allways gave her a little hope. She looked at herself, for real this time. No more copouts. The broad green face that looked back out of the mirror shouldn´t be her own. Still, without a doubt, the princess recogniced herself. Her cheeks might be fuller, her mouth broader, but she was it. And she enjoyed it. Fiona opened her mouth and marveled at her throat. Surely she could swallow an apple as a whole. Or a sausage. Her breath became faster. The thought alone, a long snakelinke piece of meat gliding down her mouth, she found strangely arousing. Her changed body acted so raw, typical like an orge. Not entirely sure what to think about this, she began to feel her hips. Somehow this seemed right. Whatever happend to her, it had to do with her hips. Surpised she grunted, as her fingers gripped deep into her ogrefat. She began to like the feeling of this brutisch hand as she started to kneed her horselike behind. The joyfull massage, that would have squished litte birds, encreased Fionas joy. Just now her fine dress seemed to scratch her skin, she had to get rid of it. Quickliy she opened all the buttons, the expensive dress fell to the ground. Fiona groand with pleasure as she feeled the cool night air sewp over her nude green skin. Only her undies remained. Delightfully she marveled her full ogrebody in the mirror. She allmost couldn´t belive it, but she liked her look. No petite little princess anymore, skinny and without much in the boob departement; but a real amazon, a chubby valkyrie, a strong blast of womanhood. Just to see her naked green skin awoke strange desires deep in her, which only looking could never satisfy. With shaking hands she undid her corsage, the strings gave in and the tightly bound material explodet from her body. She moaned heavyly. She was so used to wear all the tight leather and fishbone, that she allmost didn´t recogniced anymore how it bound her. Now, as her ogrish paunch swung in newly found freedom, what prison her own clothes were. As if the tower wasn´t enough. Anger boiled inside her like hot tar. It mixed with her nakedness and became a strangely arousing feeling. One last piece of fabric was left on her body, it had to go. Her thick fingers hooked in her pink silken panties, she was about to slip them down. But the fine royal underwear could not resist her newly found strenge. It rippet appart like spiderwebs. Without even looking Fiona threw it into the corner, as she began posing in front of her mirror, in all her proud nudity.

„Why haven´t I done this sooner?" she asked herself, while enjoying a new and exiting kind of tickeling going through her body. „Who should peep on me? The dragoness?"

Strangely enough, she didn´t think of her green monsterous ogre gestalt as any less admireable then her human form. Surely, she now was much more chubby. After a thought she admittet to herself; fat. Her belly wobbled, and any curve on her body was now triple in size. But still, the whole picture seemed right to her. In a way she couldn´t really comprehend, she thought of herself as beautifull. Not in a classical princessy, but in a material kind of way. Fionas graped her breasts. Where before hardly two little bumbs reared up, called petite in the noble speak, there were now true mountains, ready to be climbed. Fiona pressed her new bosom to her chest, grunted under the sudden joy.

At the first glance she felt caught, dirty and unworthy of beeing a princess. But she was still alone, and nobody could judge her in sight. Her breath became faster as the naughty feeling growed. Slow, joyfully, she began to feel up her heavy melonsized udders. Ample and firm the lusty flesh waved in her hands, allwhile her fingers began to play with the nipples big like strawberrys. Unknown, wonderous feelings attended every little touch.

„I could stroll over a meadow and open my blouse..." she thought in awe „...and all the cows would become so envy that from there on they the could only give sour milk."

Surprised she noticed thick drops running down her green ogrethights. Terrified she allmost believed to have commited an unspeakable mishap, but that wasn´t the case. The slobbery liquid between her legs was meant to be there. Fiona squated down and wipped on her feet. Her new bigger body handled slightly different. She had to grab her bed to prevent falling over, while getting a good view of the mirror. Timid she opend her legs. For the first time she dared to blatandly look at her lap in ogreform. And to her own surprise she considred herself quite pretty. Deepred pubic curls, strong enough to weave braids into it, covered the swollen lips undernieth. Slick, glouriously smellig juices squished out of her and rapidly covered her whole pudenda.

„Like a swamp." Fiona though smilig „A deep, lusty swamp."

Cool nightly air caressed her wet pelvic. Just a soft sweep, and Fionas whole body was shaking. She gasped for air, allmost couldn´t stay on her feet. More, more, her body seemed to cry, and she was about to grand it´s wishes. Without shame she graped into her own opening, sticked two fingers at once in her rosy slit and stired it vigorously. A long, high pitched joyfull sound acompanyed her playing. It was so good. No princess could ever allow herself to do something that vulgar, but an ogress could do as much as she liked. Her hand was working on its own now. A third finger sliped inside of her, and the streching pain made the whole thing even better. In a greed that allmost made her loose her mind Fiona heaved over the floor. Her secound hand wandered of from the breasts down to tackle the swampy triangle from the other side. She pressed aside her muscled hind cheeks, but couldn´t really reach it. All she could manage was to tickle the little space between her legs, what she liked but wasn´t enough. On the search for more secrets hiden in her body her hand sliped further down, where she found a from all the juices of her slit very well lubed hole. Before she even could prevent it, the tip of her indexfinger slid smoothly inside her rear.

Fiona felt her eyes open. This was unthought of.

„Could an ogress really do things so dirty?", she asked herself, while she began to feel her bowels. She moved her fingertip a litte to the left, then to the right. Then she jamed the whole finger inside.

„Indeed!", she cryed in joy. This was new, this was repulsive and filthy, and she wanted more. She spraddled out her legs to gain better acces, and began full vigouriously to explore her intestines. Her juices poured like a river of molten butter, and allowed a fourth finger to enter her swolen womanhood and a secound to invade her sphincter. Tears of lust and joy weted her face. Jerkily she bleat her pleasure out into the dusk night. If travelers were to came along the tower this night, they had to belive that there was a cow inside beeing monstrously raped.

Fiona graped deep into her wet well. Four whole fingers allready stuck inside her, while her thumb worked busy on the big swolen knob, she had discovered between the top of her moisty lips. More and more her own harsh fondling drove her up in unknown ecstatic hights. Until she pulled her fingers loudly squelshing out of her holes. Heavyly breathing she lifted both hands over her nose and smelled them. Allwhile smearing her face with any kind of liquid her ogress body had to offer. Swirling of lust, she opened her mouth and slowly sucked one finger after the other clean. It was slimy and stunk and tasted like the dirtiest sin, and she loved it.

„More!", she demanded right this instant. In that moment of total squalor she found enlightenment „I need more. On me, in me. Thicker! And deeper, and harder!"

Tedious she rolled around on arms and knees and craweld through the door. She must have given a most degrading sight, nacked, besmeared with her own filth, the broad green buttocks open and up in the air. But Fiona only felt lust at this point, while a blow of nightly wind caressed over her wet slit. While ariving at the doorstock she mangaed to pull herself up again, and taking the stone steps on two legs. On her way down, she couldn´t restrain herself and began to kneed her wobly breasts while she walked, what caused more wetness to tinkel down her thights.

The dragoness down on the ground seemed abel to smell her. Her big reptile eye apeared behind a window along side, together with a deep grouwl.

„Oh, just quit it!", Fiona barked at her draconig prisonguard. „I just want down to the kitchen. Or do you think, I would run away like this? Get over it, you are just as horny as I am."

A secound of silence passed, then an approuving purring shocked the towers walls. Little parts of the ceeling rained down.

„There you go." the nude ogreprincess mumbled while she steped through the door. In the kitchen at all times burned beside the cooking fire at least one torch, a last glimp of evenings twilight shone through the window. The same magic, that held Fiona prisoner in this place, also provided her with anything she would need. Supplies were plentyfull so she could eat as noble as a princess was soposed to. But not much. The magical cooking won´t let her get fat.

„That´s the curses job." Fiona thought and slaped her chubby ogressbelly with the flat hand. It clacked loudly, saliva, sweat and her horny fluids spurted wide across the room. Fiona enjoyed it so much more then she should, it was as if sie wallowed in her own taste and smell. Slowly she began to search, and it didn´t take long to find something that fit with her imagination. Some carrots of increasingly bigger radius, of which the last one was almost formed like an onion; and in a spite of madness, a radish the size of her shank. Her mouth was watering while she lined up the vegetables on the tabe. Even if she didn´t plan to eat them. At least not with the lips intended for that. There was no point in waiting any longer. Without further adue she graped the first carotte, and sliped it in her burning slit. A short, biting pain flashed through her lap. Fiona let the orange vegetable drop to the floor. Even after all her work before, this stuff was to dry. What was left from her own juices was mostly dryed up and glued to her legs. Fiona graped her big green ogretits and began to kned them to start her production again, but then she had an idea for a faster way. She scurried into the larder and graped a pot of lard. Joyfully she dug her fingers in the yellow-white fat. It felt so filthy and she loved it. Her bodys heat was enough, to melt the lard and turn it into a mushy dough. Swliftly Fiona crafted a spiky cone from the lard, while it was still hard enough. Giggling as she had gone mad, she viewed her work. Then she squatted down and spread her legs. With trambling hands she opened her buttocks, took a deep breath and jamed the lard cone up her ass.

Fiona howled like a deranged cow. It hurt so much, but her monstrous body took the pain and excanged it with pleasure, as if this was it´s true nature. The lard melted down very fast now, the ogress shut her hole thight and forced the goo up her bowels. Fiona squeaked in joy while feeling this sordid movements deep inside herself. She sliped down to the floor, smearing the rest of the lard across her hands and massaging it into the swolen lips of her hairy womanhood. Howling in never known pleasures.

"Now!", she decided. Her impure body wanted it, her courupted mind demanded it. With oily hands she graped the first carrot. It went into her like nothing. She imidiately plopped it out.

„Way to small." she snarled. She saw the biggest one, a strange deformed carrot, it´s top half wide like a bowed fist. The wip was a little flatend thorne, just right to guide it on it´s way. Perfect. Quickly she took it, kissed it and dipped it into the lard. She just knew where this one had to go.

"That should fit"

Grunting she stood up again, ripped a chair from the table and placed the carrot ontop. She had to hold it with one hand, as she hovered over it, her legs wide spread. Her free hand opened her creamy green buttocks. She felt her dirty hole twiching as she searched for the carrots tip. There was no thought involved, all was pure instinct. Fiona felt the touch of the wet carrot the moment she slipped it into her muscle ring. The tip went right in, but as the wider part came it began to hurt, even with all the lard. But Fiona could´nt stop anymore. She knew what would come beyond the pain. And she wanted it!

With a hurling scream she sat down, jamed the carrot deep up her ass. For minutes she just sat there, stunned with pain, while her scream faded away. She took it like a martyr. Salty tears ran from her eyes, over her trembling cheeks into her wide open mouth. Her huffing breath was the only noise in the whole castle, while her bum slowly acepted the intruder. Slowly the pain faidet away and she could feel the vegetable touching some miraculous places inside her. She leaned a little bit to the right, and waves of strange filthfull pleasures shocked through her ogressbody. A grumbling howl left her throat. New wetness tickeld down her legs, cooling her trembling green skin and made her reek like a bitch in heat. Sheer lust overwhelmed her, took her soul into a dreamlike state, and only as her thighs began to cramp, she had to awake.

On trembling legs she came to stay, taking one step, then another. She was walking like a giant frog, as the carrot moved inside her. It touched her in a thousand places, the leaves tickeled her swolen dirty lips. Shivering Fiona pressed her hands into her lap, opening herself, feeling her womanhood with every finger she could fit inside. Slimy juices flowed from her like a fountain. She lifted her fingers to her face, smelling them, tasting them. It filled her mouth, it filled her nose, it was all she ever wanted to taste. The feminin slime dizzed her head like primitive wine. Her lips munched at her fingers, wanting ever more and more. As foaming saliva covered her hands, she rubed it over her jiggling paunch and tits; covering her green, rotten self in a horny stench. Pure joy ripped through her monstrous flesh. She could´nt take it anymore. With a sudden grunt she fell onto the table, the old wood groaned under her weight. The tablecloth soaked in her filth.

Fiona grapped the giant radish with both hands, held the white root over her heaving breasts like a holy symbol. Grunting she took it´s pointy end between her lips. She bit of the tip and spat it away, just before jamming the whole vegetable down her throat. Gaging and choking she covered it with her saliva. Her butt rumbled around the carrot.

A sudden moment of clearness lit up in her head, allowing her for a secound to feel her own madness.

"Now!", she conclued. It had to be now, or she would never dare to do it.

In a fluid move, Fiona lifted her muscled leg up in the air, spread them as wide as she could. The wet, red locks of her pubic hair shone like roses in the woods. With both hands she ripped the radish from her mouth, and jammed it into her womanhood.

A bestial scream shocked through the air, echoed around the whole castle and scared the birds even miles away.

Fiona curled ontop of the table, howling in pain, trembling in bliss. The radish burned like wild fire, it cut her, streched her, filled her to the brim. She was out of her mind, lost in a sea of senseless lust. Her arms, like posessed, pumped the white staff into her gasping slit, deeper and deeper. Lustreek and acid mixed in the air. Her obscenely swolen slit hugged the vegetable thight as a drum. It hurt so much, but it would´nt let it go. Inside her it rubbed over the carrot in her rear, itching the thin wall that seperated the two. Fiona bleaght into the night. Time was gone, sense was gone. All what´s left was her animalistic lust as she pumped and groaned in frenzy.

Sweat covered her green skin, her legs freezed, her tits slapped on her belly. Any trace of nobelty was lost. Suddenly, her heart stopped.

"I´m gonna die!", Fiona thought.

Then, it hit her. With a scream that shocked through earth itself, the ogress came. Like a thunderbolt hitting beween her legs. All her muscles tensed at once, threw her back, smacked her onto the table. She howled like a werewolf. Her thights twiched, the radish was slamed at the door, breaking in half. Another spike hit Fiona, mad her shriek and and tremble. Like a tight stuffed cannonball, the carrot shot out of her ass, breaking two bricks in the wall.

Fiona groweld for minutes, till her voice gave in to softer meows. Slowly, she relaxed. More than just her body, her whole soul seemed to feel so much lighter. She was shaking all over, from toes to ears, but this time it was good. As her breath calmed down, she realised what just happened to her. What unremarkeble pleasures her monstoures green body could give her.

She curled up again, wraped the tablecloth around herself. The formerly white fabric soaked up her sweat and juices till it was glued to her thight. She begann to feel the pain again. Her womanly parts were burning horribly, as was her ass, and she smelled like a whole uncleaned stable full of mares in heat.

But she felt so much lighter and happier than she ever thought was possible.

Fiona tucked herself in, direct on the broken table. Tomorrow the curse would have fixed it. Tomorrow she would be the sweet little princess again. And if her white knight didn´t show up for another day, well, that wouldn´t be so bad after all. In fact, she hoped that he took his sweet time.