Rock Hard Love

RHL

Rock Hard Love

A Donkey X Elvis Fanfiction

Third person:

Donkey was wandering the swamp lands, hoping to find ingredients for his pancakes. His ragged gray fur was clumbed up, gathering flies, as his dull black eyes looked around the swamp. The Donkeys old fragile legs wobbled underneath him slightly as he walked. He jumped slightly as he heard a soft 'Hey' behind him. The sound startled him, for he thought he was the only one prancing about the swamp. Donkey looked behind him to see a beautiful man.

The man's face sweat shined from the suns ray and Donley had the urge to lick the sweat off the strangers face in a slow seductive manner. His hair was slicked back and looked so smooth, as if the man bathed in baby tears. Donkey's eyes trailed down the mans body, admiring every curve of his body, every pin on his slick white suit, and every shiny object around his waist.

It was then that Donkey noticed that he hasn't responded to the glorious, beer bellied man.

Elvis has taken the time that Donkey was checking him out to also take in the Donkey's features. He couldn't help but bite his lip at how the donkeys knobby legs shook under him or how the flies gathered on his rancid fur. The man loved how the donkeys ears drooped down or how he smelled of rotten ear wax dipped in cow feces. Just the way the donkeys gray fur reminded him of a month old carcass was enough to get Elvis's 'little' friend happy and ready to get his rock 'n' roll on.

"Hello." Donkey couldn't help but wonder who this dashing gentleman may be.

When Donkey replied was when Elvis tore his haze away from Donkey. "You know, you look too young to be wandering around this Swamp all by yourself. Are you lost?"

Donkey tilted his head slightly to the side. "I'm 69 years old, and I am not Lost. This is my Shrek-Daddies Swam-"

Elvis couldn't stop himself, Donkey met all of his standards. He could feel his bedazzled friend jump in his pants. The man moaned out loudly. "Hot baby!" It was then that he looked down at Donkey, his eyes steamy with lust, like a large fresh poop out on a cold day. "I need that swamp ass on my face!" His voice was filled with so much need that Donkey had the urge to bend down right then and there to let the man take him.

But Donkey didn't, Donkey froze. Before he knew it he started talking, he tried stopping himself but it was too late. "Sorry, I can only make pancakes."

Elvis was confused, he had heard that donkeys liked Waffles. Was his only knowledge on donkeys incorrect? If only he knew that Donkey was no ordinary donkey. Donkey wanted to live his own life, Donkey wanted to be his own donkey.

"I thought you liked waffles?" Asked Elvis, not knowing that this only angered Donkey.

"Waffles are for Faggots!" Yelled Donkey. How dare he even think of comparing him to other donkeys?! Donkey was triggered.

"Can you pour that hot syrup on my rump?" Blurted out Elvis.

Donkey couldn't believe it. First this man asked if he liked waffles, now he's asking if he wants to pour his syrup on his glorious ass?! Donkey was falling in love with this man every passing second.

"I'll have to ask Shrek-Daddy." This was his swamp after-all. It would be rude to do such things in his swamp without asking first. I mean what was he, an animal?!