The Lorax began to grow lonely in the beautiful, wretched woods. He began to wonder if things would get better. As he sat underneath the old thneed tree and buried his face in his hands. "Will things ever get better, I know I'm just an old, boring, useless Lorax but I need a lover." Just then a tall handsome man came out of no where sitting on a carriage being pulled by a donkey. "Well Melvin" the strange man said. "I think we can call this a day." The Lorax scurried away like a little goblin. "I am the Lorax and I speak for the trees!" he exclaimed. "Well well...what do we have here, pipsqueak." The Lorax gasped in awe. "You do not dare call me a pipsqueak. Then the strange man said. "I'll call you whatever I want sugar." he said, mocking a southern accent.
The Lorax stood there, eyes widened in shock. "Did you just call me sugar?" "Well indeed I did so." The handsome man who looked like that of a celery stick laughed. "Why in the cinnamon toast fuck would you say that?" "You know, you're kind of cute for a small orange, mustached creature. The Lorax blushed, somehow. "Do you want to fuck me with your big orange cock?" said the man. "Yes, mommy. I don't know your name though." "The name's Onceler." "Really?" "No it's Daddy." "Ok daddy." The Lorax huffed. "So..." Daddy chuckled. "Right here, right now?" he chuckled. "Yes, Daddy." Daddy burped. It smelled like hot dogs and spaghetti-os. Just like the Lorax liked it. The Lorax bent over and presented his ass to Daddy. "Ooh, Daddy like." Daddy leaned into the Lorax's ass and the Lorax farted. It smelled like beans. The Lorax snickered. "Hee hee Tacobell." he moaned. "Good slut. Fart for Daddy."
The Lorax farted again and a lil poopie slipped out. "I sowwy, Daddy." "It's okay, babygirl. Daddy will lick off all the poopies." The Loraxed Hee Hee'ed like MJ and moaned. "Oh FuCk DaDdY!" he screamed. Orange juice spilled out.
THE END.
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