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Changing Places--Prompt "Riposte"
I would almost guarentee that this is nothing like I've ever written before and nothing like anything else you'll ever read.
WARNING: Shrek 3 Spoilers!
Title: Changing Places
Pairing: Donkey, Puss in Boots
Warnings: Major plot spoilers for Shrek 3
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes walking miles in the other's shoes makes you more appreciative of their talents.
They wandered the streets in circles. Their leader was imprisoned and waiting for a despot’s judgement, their cohorts were parts unknown and they were lost on boulevards that had lost their beauty and grace since the takeover.
With nothing else to occupy their minds, they began to talk.
“I can’t believe that you got us into this.”
“What did I do to get us into this? I was just following your lead, I wasn’t doing the leading myself.”
“Too true, too true. Who would follow an ass, anyway?”
“Very funny, very funny. Who would follow a pussy like you?”
One stopped under the burned out streetlight and stared at the other. “I can’t believe that you would resort to race jokes at a time like this. We have to figure out how to save the king and queen and restore the kingdom, not bicker back and forth.”
“Somehow I could take that more seriously if it wasn’t straight out of a donkey’s mouth.”
The cat turned and continued down the street in a futile attempt to find Ginger, Wolfie, and the pigs. The mice had been hiding in a blind alley, waiting for orders from anyone who would give them, but without Shrek, what were they besides a motley crew of misfits?
They heard a noise behind them that came from the abandoned butcher shop and turned to find the pigs behind them. “We were hiding in the freezer,” Hans said, his brothers nodding in unison.
When they had freed Pinocchio from his arcade cage and Gingie from the half-off stale shelf of the bakery, they decided that it was time to make a plan.
The group found an empty warehouse for the Round Table Furniture Chain and began to plot.
“I don’t understand how you think that we’re going to get Shrek out of the deepest dungeon with all those bad guys guarding him. We’re only setting ourselves up for failure. It’s not like we have the Muffin Man to rely on this time. There’s not enough flour in Far Far Away to make another Giant Gingie.”
“Not to mention the witches ate all the gumdrop buttons,” Gingie added.
“I think that we need to just barge in there and free him. There’s a performance tomorrow night of Charming’s dinner theater—we can just grab Shrek then and let him go. After that, we’ll go find Fiona and the princesses and bust them out too.” Donkey lifted his leg and licked himself leisurely, cleaning between his toes and letting the rumbling purr vibrate his whole body.
“I cannot believe that you’re going to listen to a hypocrite like him! He always complains about my hygiene habits and here he is, cleaning himself in the middle of an important strategy meeting!” Puss turned and sat down on his ass, his long ears twitching and tail switching as he showed how indignant he was about Donkey using his former limber body to do unnatural, strange looking contortions.
The riposte wounded Donkey and he gave Puss a pained look before slinking away.
Puss looked behind him to find the gang staring at him, accusing looks on all of their faces. With a roll of his huge eyes, he clomped across he warehouse to the hidden corner that Donkey had snaked his way into.
With a great sigh, he plopped down on his haunches and tapped his hoof. “Donkey, I know that you’re in there. Come out and face me like a man.”
Donkey strutted out, looking more relaxed and satisfied than he had when he’d left the group. “Yes? Did you have something to say to me, Puss?”
“Donkey, I’m sorry. The stress, the tension, it’s making me as tense as a cat on a hot tin roof. I’m strung tighter than catgut and I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Puss, I was too for a moment, but I feel much better now. We should go plan that rescue.”
As they walked back toward their associates, Puss heard Donkey purring. He tried to ignore it until Donkey cleared his throat and spat out a hairball. “Puss, you know, I have a much greater appreciation of your flexibility now, you know?”
“Donkey, you didn’t…”
“I did. I did and it was…satisfying.”
“Donkey! No! Not with my body!”
“Until we get changed back, I’ll do whatever I want with this body. Better get used to it, Puss.”
Puss looked at his sleek form that was now inhabited by a rude, smelly ass. “There is much to get used to, Donkey, but I don’t think that this is something I’m looking forward to.”
WARNING: Shrek 3 Spoilers!
Title: Changing Places
Pairing: Donkey, Puss in Boots
Warnings: Major plot spoilers for Shrek 3
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes walking miles in the other's shoes makes you more appreciative of their talents.
They wandered the streets in circles. Their leader was imprisoned and waiting for a despot’s judgement, their cohorts were parts unknown and they were lost on boulevards that had lost their beauty and grace since the takeover.
With nothing else to occupy their minds, they began to talk.
“I can’t believe that you got us into this.”
“What did I do to get us into this? I was just following your lead, I wasn’t doing the leading myself.”
“Too true, too true. Who would follow an ass, anyway?”
“Very funny, very funny. Who would follow a pussy like you?”
One stopped under the burned out streetlight and stared at the other. “I can’t believe that you would resort to race jokes at a time like this. We have to figure out how to save the king and queen and restore the kingdom, not bicker back and forth.”
“Somehow I could take that more seriously if it wasn’t straight out of a donkey’s mouth.”
The cat turned and continued down the street in a futile attempt to find Ginger, Wolfie, and the pigs. The mice had been hiding in a blind alley, waiting for orders from anyone who would give them, but without Shrek, what were they besides a motley crew of misfits?
They heard a noise behind them that came from the abandoned butcher shop and turned to find the pigs behind them. “We were hiding in the freezer,” Hans said, his brothers nodding in unison.
When they had freed Pinocchio from his arcade cage and Gingie from the half-off stale shelf of the bakery, they decided that it was time to make a plan.
The group found an empty warehouse for the Round Table Furniture Chain and began to plot.
“I don’t understand how you think that we’re going to get Shrek out of the deepest dungeon with all those bad guys guarding him. We’re only setting ourselves up for failure. It’s not like we have the Muffin Man to rely on this time. There’s not enough flour in Far Far Away to make another Giant Gingie.”
“Not to mention the witches ate all the gumdrop buttons,” Gingie added.
“I think that we need to just barge in there and free him. There’s a performance tomorrow night of Charming’s dinner theater—we can just grab Shrek then and let him go. After that, we’ll go find Fiona and the princesses and bust them out too.” Donkey lifted his leg and licked himself leisurely, cleaning between his toes and letting the rumbling purr vibrate his whole body.
“I cannot believe that you’re going to listen to a hypocrite like him! He always complains about my hygiene habits and here he is, cleaning himself in the middle of an important strategy meeting!” Puss turned and sat down on his ass, his long ears twitching and tail switching as he showed how indignant he was about Donkey using his former limber body to do unnatural, strange looking contortions.
The riposte wounded Donkey and he gave Puss a pained look before slinking away.
Puss looked behind him to find the gang staring at him, accusing looks on all of their faces. With a roll of his huge eyes, he clomped across he warehouse to the hidden corner that Donkey had snaked his way into.
With a great sigh, he plopped down on his haunches and tapped his hoof. “Donkey, I know that you’re in there. Come out and face me like a man.”
Donkey strutted out, looking more relaxed and satisfied than he had when he’d left the group. “Yes? Did you have something to say to me, Puss?”
“Donkey, I’m sorry. The stress, the tension, it’s making me as tense as a cat on a hot tin roof. I’m strung tighter than catgut and I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Puss, I was too for a moment, but I feel much better now. We should go plan that rescue.”
As they walked back toward their associates, Puss heard Donkey purring. He tried to ignore it until Donkey cleared his throat and spat out a hairball. “Puss, you know, I have a much greater appreciation of your flexibility now, you know?”
“Donkey, you didn’t…”
“I did. I did and it was…satisfying.”
“Donkey! No! Not with my body!”
“Until we get changed back, I’ll do whatever I want with this body. Better get used to it, Puss.”
Puss looked at his sleek form that was now inhabited by a rude, smelly ass. “There is much to get used to, Donkey, but I don’t think that this is something I’m looking forward to.”
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And I realise I haven't seen Shrek 3 *makes note to rectify that*
I just loved the subtle revenge of Donkey, physically and emotionally satisfying *grin*
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