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Jon closed his eyes and consciously let go of all of the tension in his body as the unseen jets hissed and the steam room slowly humidified. This was one of his favorite areas of Eros, the giant bathhouse in the “gay district" of Tyrua. It was like a sort of sensory deprivation, sitting nude in the very dark room and taking in the pleasure of the regularly-timed hot steam. Of course, there was always the quiet or not-so-quiet sounds of slurping and moaning, too. Sometimes one or both of those noises came from Jon himself.

For now though, the slim sabertoothed otter just sank back against the smooth stone wall, spreading his legs and relaxing into a jelly-like state both mentally and physically. The air around him dampened and warmed up as his mind drifted off, and he smiled as he heard the familiar sounds of covert male sex picking up around him.

And though he couldn't tell where any of the other patrons were exactly situated in the room due to the barely-lit interior, he did start to notice something unusual coming from…yes, to his left… and as the steam billowed up even more, creating a thick blanket of circulating water droplets, he became even more certain of it.

He smelled…orange juice.

I mean… I guess there's a pretty lax beverage policy in here, but usually people are sipping a beer or a glass of wine from the little bar upstairs, _Jon thought with mild confusion. _And even then, I've never been able to literally SMELL it before…did they bring a whole gallon of juice in here?!

But as the fog grew to its highest saturation, the scent became unmistakable. Not strong, but irrefutable. And it seemed to blossom further, unfolding notes of lime and sweet lemon that permeated the sauna with pleasant perfume. Jon slitted his eyes open and glanced furtively around, trying not to look prying or accusatory. But he could only make out vague shapes in the dull mist, and only the most recognizable of their motions. He resigned himself to waiting out the current wave of heat, relaxing his body again and finding himself quite enjoying the now-pervasive citrus scent in the meantime.

When the mist started to dissipate after about fifteen minutes via the hidden vents in the corners and crannies of the room, Jon carefully stepped to his feet on the thoughtfully rubber-gripped floor and made his way after the other figures that were sauntering towards the door of the sauna room. In the light filtering in through the door opening, Jon glanced around him at the other nude or nearly-nude figures. Surely he wasn't the only one curious about the origin of the lovely smell he'd noticed.

And when he finally cleared the threshold of the steam room, it was only seconds until the otter spotted what could only be the source of his curiosity.

Over by the line of towel-hooks, a shockingly bright-colored fox was grabbing his towel. The canine's slender figure was resplendent with eye-popping bright greens, yellows, and oranges. The colors alternated intricately in symmetrical patterns of patches, the hues exactly matching those of the rinds and flesh of fresh, vibrant citrus fruits. There were other interestingly-coated species hanging around in the larger area with the couches nearby, but none were as arresting as this fox.

It was a good thing Jon had no problem making acquaintances, because he HAD to meet the beguiling new figure.

The otter padded over to the wall of hooks and took down his own towel before easily approaching the multicolored fox. “Hey there. Your fur is very beautiful!"

The fox turned quickly toward Jon and smiled hugely, his eyes wide and practically sparkling with a friendly light. The irises were a rich amber tone, a striking but not shocking contrast with his brighter fur colors. “Thank you! I assume you might have noticed my scent in the steam room, it seems to dissipate more in heated or humid environments. I hope you didn't mind!"

Even the famously gregarious otter was almost surprised at the fox's open and extremely friendly nature, but even more intriguing was the canine's high-pitched yet mellow voice. It reminded Jon of a gently-played alto flute, and the excited way the fox spoke made it seem melodious without ever being peaky or piercing. Jon chuckled and smiled easily. “No, I didn't mind at all. It was actually quite soothing. I'm Jon, by the way. Great to meet you." The otter offered a brown-furred paw, which was enthusiastically met by the other male's black fingerpads in a jovial handshake.

“I'm Louis! Lovely to meet you as well, Jon. I was about to head to the hot tub area, would you like to join me?"

“Of course! So why do you smell as good as you look?"

As the pair made their way to the tub area across the complex, passing many other naked men in various stages and phases of fraternizing with each other, they chatted excitedly and Louis explained all about his family's citrus orchard and the generations-old deal his ancestors had made with the spirits of the land promising good harvests. That deal was also the cause of Louis's vibrant coat, and indeed for that of his whole family.

“It turned us all like this," Louis chuckled. “Most of my family sees it as a burden or a slight shame, but I really like it myself. I don't mind showing off my 'plumage', as you can tell." The fox winked and swayed his hips toward Jon playfully, and of course Jon looked down appreciatively as the movement made Louis's flaccid orange-skinned penis waggle in front of him.

“I can definitely tell!" Jon smirked back at the canine as they reached the bath area, both hanging up their towels on the wall, this time directly next to each other. Jon felt an aura of ease and eagerness from Louis, especially after the earlier jostle, and he reached over to rub the flat of his palm down the dark-orange stripe that followed Louis's spine. To Jon's pleasure, Louis's flamboyantly fluffy tail twitched happily when the otter's hand reached the base of it, and Louis looked at Jon with interest.

“I do enjoy being further explored, you know," the fox intoned almost innocently. His bushy tail switched up and down, making S-shapes in the air and causing the raccoon-like rings of color on it to ripple fascinatingly.

Jon liked the sound of that, and intended to follow through on the flirting as they both slipped easily into one of the warm bubbling tubs. In their particular bath, there was another duo of men directly across from them, one sitting on the edge while the other gently fondled and stroked his erection. Jon saw Louis glance at the sight appreciatively, and decided to ask what he'd been wondering since becoming fast friends with the citrus-fox.

“So Louis, do you…taste the same as you smell?"

The fox's smile for the first time gained a hint of a naughty grin. “I do! Would you like to find out for yourself?"

Jon rumbled his acknowledgement, and Louis lifted himself out of the tub to sit on the rubber-gripped floor outside the tub, his lower legs dangling into the bath just as the other man's were across the pool while he was getting visibly groped.

The otter was openly admiring Louis's entire svelte form when he heard the fox say, “We could take this to a private room, if you'd like."

Jon gave the canine a trademark grin of his own. “I actually much prefer to do my exploring out in the open." He settled between Louis's spread legs, his knees resting on the ledge in the tub that usually served as a seat. Jon's hands rubbed the top of the fox's thighs, lightly and not too familiarly just yet, and then the otter leaned in to take a whiff of the sunny-yellow patch of fur high on Louis's chest. “It's…just like lemon!" Jon exclaimed, and Louis laughed out loud, an almost tuneful sound.

“Go on, try the other flavors!" the fox encouraged as he settled back on his hands and spread his legs a little further.

Jon roamed his large bearish nose along Louis's collarbone, getting less tentative by the second. The fox's shoulders each had a pinwheel of darker orange amid a stripe of lighter orange, and Jon found with wonder that the darker shade had an oily, slightly bitter scent just like the peel of an orange, while the lighter hue smelled sweet, tangy, and juicy. He couldn't help opening his mouth and suckling a tuft of fur between his lips, and his tongue was greeted with a burst of true-orange flavor that combined both the outer and inner parts of the fruit for a perfectly complete taste-picture. And underneath was just a faint whiff of warm natural skin-musk. Jon was in near-awe.

“How does it…taste like that?!"

Louis laughed again, not a bit self-consciously. “Well it's not an actual substance or oil, so it's not washing off in the water or anything. It's just…magic, I suppose!"

It sure felt like magic to the fascinated otter, who began sniffing and suckling his way downward along Louis's front, sampling the three shades of green on the fox's belly and sides. Just as with the orange furs, they melded perfectly into the exact aroma and taste of a whole, tart, just-picked lime. The otter could not help himself, as was his nature, and his nose led him on a lateral detour through the darkening green areas and up under Louis's arm. Stopping just short of shoving his snout into the fox's armpit, Jon licked his own lips and asked breathily, “Do these…?"

Louis only needed to raise up the arm in question as his reply, and Jon needily buried his broad nose into the luscious medium-green fur in the fox's pit. The middle shade of green did indeed have a distinct hint of the bitter white pith between the rind and the flesh of a lime, but none of Louis's flavors were overwhelming or offputting. There was still a subtle, non-sugary sweetness to Louis's magically-emanated aura that blended perfectly with the natural musk of skin and fur in this, one of Jon's favorite places.

The otter savored several minutes nuzzling around in each of Louis's armpits, prompting a few giggles and squirms from the fox, though he was clearly enjoying the attention as well. But Jon had other things he wanted to find out too, and it was not long before his muzzle arrived directly between Louis's opened thighs, his smirking mouth inches from the canine's comely flaccid penis.

“Is this here as juicy as the rest?" Jon playfully nosed at the fox's genitals.

“You bet it is. Try it out!"

The tusked otter was really in his element now, and he was thrilled to find someone else as freely exhibitionist as himself. The skin of Louis's cock was the same lighter orange as his fur accents above, and a modest tuft of yellow pubic fur draped over the base of it, growing out of the yellow patch that enveloped his crotch and inner thighs. Just how far that yellowness extended around the back, Jon could not wait to find out, but for now he just HAD to have a taste of something else.

With expert care, the otter parted his lips and suckled Louis's penis between them. As soon as his tongue touched the tip of the organ, the freshest explosion of bright juicy orange flavor yet tingled its way along all of his taste buds. Jon began lovingly cradling the canine's rapidly-stiffening shaft against the roof of his mouth and using practiced thrusting and dragging motions to pleasure it. With each stroke of his tongue against the underside of the swelling length, a fresh tang of orange spread across the warm muscle, adding a very refreshing new sensation to the age-old act. Louis even found himself very intrigued by the friendly otter's use of his own unique anatomy; when Jon shook his head side to side, the smooth fangs framing his maw acted as gentle bumpers for the fox's erection. It was odd, but Louis liked anything that added excitement and interesting experiences to his life, and as he leaned back on his arms and sighed with pleasure, he thought that this was definitely one of those experiences.

After a few minutes, Louis was breathing huskily and his cock was standing at its full length, proud despite its modest size. And when Jon pulled his lips off of it, his mouth was left watering for more. His ultimate target lay lower though, and the multi-colored fox would soon become amusingly familiar with just how much Jon coveted that certain spot.

Jon was panting a bit himself, and licking his fangs between words as he stammered, “Can you...like…lie back so I can get to your…uh…"

Already maneuvering himself onto his back and lifting his legs up, Louis chuckled. “My asshole tastes like lemons, you should try it too!"

Jon was greeted with the heavenly sight of the fox's ass cheeks simultaneously spreading and pulling taut as Louis grabbed his legs behind the knees. And the otter could not have asked for a better view in the world than what Louis offered him; the bright yellow patch of fur did indeed extend down Louis's taint, all along the inside of his ass crack, and up to the middle of his buttocks. And even more exciting to Jon was that the skin of Louis's anus itself was a similarly vibrant yellow.

The otter groaned out loud and hastily lowered his head enough to place his mouth directly against his new fox friend's asshole. Louis was mildly surprised to see that Jon didn't even perform a cursory check for cleanliness, and though Louis kept himself scrupulously scrubbed at all times, he realized that he enjoyed Jon's frankness and un-squeamish demeanor.

But that enjoyment was nothing next to Jon's absolute relish of Louis's butthole. The fox had not lied a bit; the skin and surrounding fur tasted of the perfect lemonade. Tangy but not sour, sweet but not cloying, it was like a sip of sunshine but from where the sun proverbially doesn't shine.

Jon was thoroughly enchanted. Minutes passed by, ten, twenty, he didn't know. He was engrossed in Louis's ass and asshole just as if they were a good book he couldn't get enough of. The flesh and fur were wonderfully warm and still moist from Louis's brief lower-half immersion in the hot tub. Jon was studious in his thorough cataloguing of the fox's undercarriage. His tongue swirled around the entire valley between the cheeks, the lemony flavor strong in the fur there. His lips suckled on the rigid, flexing taint and even up to the yellow-furred scrotum, taut like a walnut perched above his beautiful asshole…or perhaps like a small but ripe lemon just ready to be plucked. It sure tasted like the latter.

Finally coming up for air, his fangs and whiskers caked with drying saliva, Jon looked around almost sheepishly. The pair of men on the other edge of the same hot tub were staring at him, both of them now sitting on the edge of the tub and frankly masturbating themselves (and occasionally each other) to the show Jon and Louis were putting on. Even in the other three tubs, several heads were turned toward the otter and fox, and several pairs of eyes were either wide with mild shock or slitted with amused interest.

Jon flashed them all his best toothy grin as Louis raised himself up on his elbows and said, “It's getting a little humid for me in here. What do you say to some fresh air, Jon?"

The outdoor balcony was maybe Jon's favorite part of the whole bathhouse. And on a perfect coolish late-summer early evening such as this, it was the perfect place to escape the closeness of the inner parts of the structure. The lounge-style chairs that laid in rows were irregularly occupied by several other furs seeking either some solitude or an even more risqué place for some special company. Though a chest-high wall bordering the second-floor balcony afforded the necessary privacy and blocked the view from the street, there was still a heightened sense of exhibitionism from being able to strut around completely butt-naked in the open air while looking out on the sprawling but beautiful expanse of the Tyruan city.

And that is why Thaddeus the white-furred dog knew to look for Jon out there on the deck, and of course also why Thaddeus also found Jon there face-deep again in a strange fox's ass.

Thaddeus had declined to follow Jon into the steam room, since it made his Spitz-heritage fur too fluffy afterward, and had instead stayed in the spacious open-shower room with a very sweet and sexy early-twenties-aged clouded-leopard boy he'd met. The leopard had a vagina, and the club's inclusive policy to anyone identifying as male made Thad glad, both in principle and in practice.

The dog had been friends with Jon long enough that when he finally found him out on the balcony, he was in no way surprised at the act he was engaged in. He had a smirk on his muzzle as he walked over and tapped the otter on the shoulder. “THERE you are. Ready to go soon? Load-in for the gig tonight is at 9."

Jon pulled his mouth from around Louis's butthole with an audible smacking 'pop'. “Oh yeah. Sorry, lost track of time. We can get going, sure."

Louis was outgoing and gracious enough to not need to wait to be introduced. He sat up gracefully and offered his vividly lemon-colored hand to Thaddeus. “I'm Louis Kislovsky! Lovely to meet you and your friend."

“Thaddeus Walker, and likewise. I see you and Jonny have been already acquainted in his usual manner."

Louis's high flutelike voice fluttered as he laughed and replied, “Oh yes, we've had a lot of fun. You guys play music?"

Jon and Thad exchanged a glance, and with the awkwardness that seems to always come when artists are asked about their own work, they both stumbled and interrupted each other to tell Louis that yes, they were in a fledgling band called Mutt and would be playing a show at the Blue Peacock in just a few hours.

The fox was quite familiar with the Peacock, loving any chance to dress extravagantly and absurdly and show himself off, and since he had no other plans for the night, he told the other two that he would love to see them there.

“Besides," Louis said as he was changing into his clothes in the locker room near where Thaddeus and Jon were doing the same, “I've been looking for a group of friends to come visit at my family's orchard. I think we could have a great party doing some light harvesting and then sampling the… fruits of our labor."