Sexy Lorax Costume Novels & Stories

Drex pulled at one of the petals, and out came elven garments in a leaf-green hue—shiny and meticulously tailored. “Rucif! Are all your clothes green?” Drex asked. “That’s everyday wear! We do wear green!” he replied. “Good grief! Fine! It can’t be helped; there’s only green here. I look like a caterpillar!” Drex grumbled, reluctantly taking the elven cloth. He draped the fabric over his body, in a style that Drex thought was even stranger than a human idol’s costume. He stood before the shadowy rock crystal in Rucif’s room.

They acted like nothing was unusual, but then Tara smiled, "Let me get you a glass of this...um...elixir. You know plants and plant beverages are one of my specialties...is cab okay?" I awkwardly nodded, trying to play along, "Uh...yeah, that's good." There were leaves on her dress, of course, and I grinned, "Nice detail...I like your leaves." I looked over at Jodi, "And, you got the Lasso of Truth...very cool!" She grinned, "Not exactly...this's the Lasso of Sexual Pleasure I laughed, "Really...a Lasso of Sexual Pleasure...that sounds fun. You know...I'm sorry, I didn't know this was a costume thing."

Images of Quinn’s weakened body flooded my mind as I drifted to sleep that night. ** Finally, the big night arrived. I stood in front of the mirror at the Veiled Vixen, adjusting the last details of my costume. I was wearing a black lace lingerie set that clung to my body like a second skin. The intricate lace patterns danced over my curves, barely covering half of my ass but thankfully, it was enough to cover my chest. Around my neck, I wore a sleek leather choker that resembled a cat collar. It hugged my throat snugly, a reminder that tonight, I was nothing but a walking fantasy of men. The other escorts were buzzing with excitement energy, I was probably the only one who was a bit nervous

Her wristband was wider—bold, dominant. **Liora’s** dress was deep violet velvet—flowing, asymmetrical hem, silver-threaded shadows embroidered along the sleeves like living ink. Black leather belt low on her hips, crimson accents at the cuffs. Her wristband was thinner, more delicate, but the fangs were sharper, more artistic.

Bronx laughs harder when he raises her high in the air. “Uncle Bonx! Codi a weretiger like Swagga!” She is wearing a winter beanie hat, orange with black stripes and cat ears sewn on top. Her shirt is neon green with a jack-o’-lantern face and her leggings are hot pink. I chuckle at the ballet slippers that finish her chaotic look.

Ixora said, shaking her head, "It looks slutty. Like a stripper's wear." Cherry nodded once, "That's the idea. It's an Angelina Jolie costume, and it looks incredibly sexy. There are only two men in that room, Ixora...," she said, pointing at the door, "....Our men. If we can confidently be with them in our most vulnerable state, then I see no reason why we shouldn't dress up for them either."

And so here we are all dressed up, with the place decorated really incredibly with cobwebs, spiders, ghosts and blood. I am dressed up as a demon, wearing a leather corset bodysuit with a tail. The bodysuit barely covers anything, but it looks badass. My boobs are pushed up, my waist cinches and years of workout show in my thighs and booty. I’ve paired it with fishnet tights and a black leather choker necklace. I look pretty sexy, and my look ends with dark makeup, red contact lenses, a red hair wig and knee-high hooker heels.

“I knew it was wrong but I felt pleasure knowing they were afraid. Lorelei’s mascara was running down her face in streaks, proof that she had been crying all night just like her neighbor Sveta said, and her eyes had a puffy, tired look about them. This look, the complete opposite of her immaculate cosmeticized image, gave me the greatest feeling of satisfaction. I must’ve chuckled so many times inside her room; the same room where they had executed their prank on me, now back to normal size after the one-off tesseract illusion. “‘Look, aa’icagaq,’ Alrik was telling Lorelei. His term of endearment for her means baby seal. ‘It’s not your or anybody’s fault. Nobody knew that was going to happen

“Now for the ceremonial robes. These will mark you, Luna. Wear them with strength and purpose.” I followed her silently, feeling both weightless and heavy at once, a strange fire coiling in my chest. My hands were clammy, but I didn’t dare pull them away; I trusted them, though I still wasn’t sure I trusted myself. They dressed me in the Velkorin robes… soft, flowing fabric of deep crimson trimmed with gold. The material brushed my skin, clinging in some places, falling loose in others, and it carried an intoxicating scent of incense and iron. Every fold, every stitch, seemed designed to honor the power.

I got out of the car, and walked towards them, with Xander following. "Damn you!" Lorrie said, swaying drunkenly in her mini, fitted sequin dress, without arms. Her laps, and shoulders were white due to the cold, but they weren't as white as her feet which were in tight heels. She had slung her clutch purse over her shoulder, holding the chained handle in enclosed fingers atop her shoulder. "Damn you too. You're not as good as you or others think." The young boy spat at her. "Shut it, asshole." Lorrie returned.