Unless... (Lorax x Onceler)

Where It all began...

Time passes slowly when alone, I feel my needs and my desires growing within, for someone who truly understands me. My perfect man would be unique, short, fluffy and bright orange with a little moustache, someone who could only exist in my dreams. I wish I could be with my perfect man.... but I know he is too good for me. 

I am staring at my blank wall, hoping, wishing for this man to exist, but it is too far fetched for such as thing to be true. Though, I have never let mortal ideas and limitations stop me, if I couldn't have this man, I would make him. I knew my upper body strength and ability to tie notes (which I studied in Loraz Scouts) would prove useful at some point in this life, and that time has come. The cool wind brushed my skin as I scaled the side of the tower I called home and scrambled to the peak of the roof, "Please, Gods of the forest. Bring me my perfect man." As my cool skin scraped the roof, I laid my eyes on him in his orange glory.

He is 76 inches tall, and absolutely gorgeous. A perfectly shaped handle broom moustache graced his upper lip, a soft ample belly sat upon his hips, soft, golden, luxurious fur was generously spread all over his body, and oh god his eyes, the most perfect shade of green, the gentle gradience if that wonderful viridescent shade, gleaming in the sunlight like fish in the pool of wisdom, He was perfect. All I wanted was to see those eyes wondering down, down, down... to areas with no more sunlight, til he cannot comprehend the words I say. Of course, those were the real situations where my knot tying skills came in handy, but it wasn't time for that, yet. 

I stared deep into his eyes, they were deep pools of wonder - I just wanted to explore them forever. His eyes, forests I could wander in all day, I could stroll through them for hours on end, never landing upon the same spot twice. He spoke, voice rolling with a the texture of a stone, wizened with experience "excuse me, but where am I?" he asked curiously, damn he's cute I thought, he stared petulantly. 

I leaned down to met those eyes and whispered innocently in his ear hole, "Come with me..." His eyes narrowed with suspicion then to my surprise he lifted his tail and stepped of the roof ledge, 

down

down

down

he floated with the grace of an eagle, "Well, aren't you going to invite me in for tea?", "My name is the Lorax by the way." My jaw hit the floor as I scrambled down the house to join The Lorax, panting as I whisper "Would you like to come in?" The Lorax smiled apprehensively, "why yes" he whispered I'd love if he could cum in me the thought rang through my head "well I would love to, if you'd let me" he said with a coy smile holy shit. I felt a sense of arousal flow through my veins, all the way to the bulge in my striped pants, but I knew I couldn't give in yet, not to this little man. He follows me inside and I attempt to distract myself by boiling the kettle, when I turn around, holding the boiling kettle I see him, comfortable on my bed, the kettle slips from my grasp. It clatters onto the floor, and I scream in pain as boiling water sloshes over my feet. The screams lessen down to various whimpers of pain as a cool hand touches the affected areas "does that feel better?" the cheesy dorito coloured male asked me in concern, "let me fix it" he says, as a dorito coloured glow emanates from his gently furred hands as the wound closes up under my eyes "wha- how?" I exclaim, he doesn't answer, yet he sends a small smile my way as I fall even more in love. 

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I am in awe of the creation seated before me, yet can't allow myself forget my beautiful girlfriend, Granny. Her pearly afro glimmers in the sun... but the Lorax... he is the sun. I turn my attention back to the sun before me, monogamy is a social concept anyway I wonder if he would be opposed to a threesome?  Her glistening glasses twinkle with a playful glimmer as she saunters closer in the throes of my fantasies, shaking out of my foggy mid, I focus my attention back on this sculpted specimen of a man as I feel the sneaking shadows of asking the Lorax my incredibly important question: would he want to threesome???.  I gain ever essence of courage inside of me and blurt it out, hoping his possible rejection wouldn't stain my heart with inky bruises. "Would you l-like to uhhh" I stutter, turning a deep scarlet... unable to breathe. Abort mission, abort, let's start with telling him my name, then we can get on to prospective polyamory. "Oh, uh, I'm The Onceler, by the way... it's nice to meet you?" I manage to squeal out. "Yea a name would've been nice earlier" The Lorax grunts and scratches his chin violently. I clamp my mouth shut to suppress any noises I might make at the sound I could go for the animalistic thing. I find that burning hot emotions rushing down to my crotch, firing up my previous desires "Oh, you like that?" The Lorax asks me slyly "Well, you must or else that must be a banana in your pants, unless you are just that excited to see me." I had no desire to admit my ever-growing craving for his body, and for that luscious moustache to tickle my body... over and over again, until I am numb and overwhelmed with stimulation. "Maybe... I guess you'll just have to come over here and find out" his moustache twitched upward slightly and he stepped forward, grabbed my tie and pulled it back. Yanking forward he brings our mouths close until there is a single centimetre between our us, my breath speeds up as he leans in and finally closes the gap between our bodies. His stubby arms ran through my hair and sparks collided in my mind in beautiful harmony, but all I wanted to feel was pure agony. It wasn't enough I need more  I crushed my lips against his in a bruising kiss, violence lining every movement, until he growls and bites my lip, I pause and glance up "Is this ok?" he asks searchingly. My breath caught in my throat, yes, yes, 100 times yes "of course Lorax, everything you do is ok" he could fuck me roughly through the walls, slamming into me again and again and I would be 100% ok, anything he could do to me I would accept gladly and welcoming, those thought arouse me even further as the bulge grows, the Lorax notices with a sultry gaze toward my cock, glancing up at my face as I turn away blushing. "May I help you, my dear?" the Lorax asks with his deep voice rustling through my ears, itching the parts of my brain that have been needed scratching for too long... far too long. I take his hands and place them on my chest "Yes, please" I whisper quietly my breath rustling his fur, he begins to unbutton my shirt, tracing his claws down my skin and leaving red marks behind as he makes his way down to the buckle of my pants. I suck in a hot breath as The Lorax floats down to my crotch as he starts to unbutton my pants as they fall, pooling around my ankles, The Lorax glances upwards catching my gaze and asks "can I blow you?" Fuck, yes, yes!! My face feels hot as I whisper "yes" and The Lorax unpacks my very own thneed and licks the very tip of my truffola tree. I let out a small groan of pleasure. I feel my wood grow harder as The Lorax sucks gently on my tip, causing my head to fling back and my chest to build up and down with panting breaths. The Lorax makes his way down my cock, licking each inch. I hear him gag as he reaches the end and begin to move his head, backwards, forwards, backwards, forwards, in a synchronised dance that mocks the movement of pecking birds on the trees outside. I clench my pelvic background, forcing my eyelids together and praying that I don't release too soon. I thought I could almost hold it in until The Lorax pulls out a green glow stick, and the hue of the light lost me. I could not control my body exerting a creamy paste into His mouth. "I-I'm so sorry." The Lorax swallows and smirks devilishly. "I love how you taste, darling." I stare at the perfect man who was my undoing, with wide eyes, burning cheeks, parted lips and ragged breathing I didn't help him, as if sensing my thoughts he says "don't worry about me darling, besides" a soft smirk alights his moustache "you're not exactly in any shape to continue this." "nonononono please, I want more, I can take it" I whimper pleadingly "Can you though?" The Lorax asked me worriedly, "I don't wan to wear you out baby" "yes, I can take whatever you give babe" I say, eager to receive more.