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When you lived in a literal mansion, there weren't many things you could complain about.

Any inconvenience that you experienced was minimal, and for Louis, the worst thing that he ever had to do was make his way back into town to pick up a few things that weren't readily on hand. Some things simply weren't provided at the house, even when all of his general needs were taken care of.

The only true inconvenience was the location of the fruit-addled mansion: even with quick and efficient vehicles, it was still an hour drive from the mansion to almost anywhere around it, and it took that full hour for them to reach the nearest store.

"Do we really need to go back into town just to get a twelve pack of that stuff, Troy? You're the only one who drinks it!"

"If we're gonna have a party tonight, I'm afraid I'm gonna need some, dude. Everyone knows it's not a party-

"If you're not drinking McMarty, I know," Louis finished the slogan for him and rolled his eyes. The brilliantly color fox looked around his bedroom at the rest of his friends and shrugged, not wanting to make the decision on his own. "You guys feel like making a run, then?"

"I'm sure there's something else that we forgot," Jon replied. The otter was already tapping his chin in thought. "Better to do it now while we're all sober instead of having to draw straws."

He was seated next to Tsarin, the snow leopard. Giving a brief and quiet shrug, the feline offered only so much of an answer, but being the quiet type to begin with, they had a feeling it was all they would get from him.

"Thaddeus? Any input?" Louis asked.

The canine mutt shook his head and closed his mismatched eyes for a moment. "This planning is taking forever, dudes. Why don't we just head downtown instead and party at the bars tonight? They'll have plenty of McMarty on tap there."

Patience was wearing thin with the group: they'd been planning a weekend of drinking and debauchery for some time, and given how long the weeks were on the distant planet of Tyrua, the mood was already on the verge of bubbling over.

"Fine," Louis groaned. He reached into his pocket and tossed his keys at Troy, who caught them with a playful grin. "But you're driving."

The boys ran out of the room and cheered, as if they were all silently hoping that this would be the decision all along. Their cheers echoed through the halls of the mansion as they made their way down into the grand entry, through the front doors and to the large garage on the side, where Louis kept his car.

It was hardly a shabby vehicle, but parked next to the two that his parents owned, it became quickly obvious that they'd splurged a bit more for their own rides than they did for his.

"I call shotty!" Tsarin put his paws on the door first, and once again, Louis was left rolling his eyes...but he didn't mind riding in the back of his own vehicle. The ride was spacious enough in the back that three adult males could share it without being too crowded, and yet, Jon was the one who found himself in the most uncomfortable position.

As he and Thaddeus scrambled to stay out of the middle seat, Jon let out a quiet " Ooomf!" as Louis pushed in behind them. The poor otter fell across all three seats in the back, and in his haste, Troy was already firing up the engine and pulling out of the driveway as Thaddeus piled in behind them and Louis climbed into the middle.

They never even had a chance to buckle up before they were driving through the wide, endless expanses of citrus-bearing trees that surrounded the mansion. A high, thick wall and motorized gates kept people from simply coming in and claiming one for themselves, but no matter how many times his friends saw it, Louis could see the wonder on their faces as the air around them appeared to change color with the flittering of leaves and virile fruits.

"No way in hell that I'm sitting in the middle all the way, dude," Louis protested as they moved through the gates. "You guys are crazy if you think I am."

Thaddeus ended up crunched under Jon's legs and feet; he was able to spread his legs out and relax, keeping him from a complaint, but Louis wouldn't be comfortable in the middle no matter what he did.

"You planning on walking, then?" Tsarin asked, keeping a humorous mood about the car ride...but Louis shifted it right back as he started unbuckling his pants.

"Not exactly," he murmured. He slipped his way down the back seat with his pants sagging until he was right on the edge of the seat that Jon was using as a pillow; the otter looked so comfortable that he couldn't help being jealous, but as Jon smiled up nervously at Louis, the citrus fox met him with a sneaky grin.

There was no chance for a protest before Loius sat his bare ass down on Jon's muzzle and treated his face as the back seat.

"You...you guys are really gonna do that the whole way, aren't you?" Thaddeus asked. He cocked a brow to the unique display that he was sat next to, but Jon felt a delicate poke against his resting feet all the same; it was a silent confession from his body that he was at least slightly into the idea.

Tsarin flipped down the sunshade and opened the mirror to give himself an easier way to take in the action. "I cant believe it took someone this long to sit on his face, honestly. You could see him licking his lips all afternoon at the mansion..."

Troy was an aggressive driver, but even the liger was taking things a little slower than usual when he caught a glimpse of what was going on in the back. Having to drive, he could only steal the occasional look, but every time he did, a wide grin spread across his muzzle.

"Leave it up to Louis of all people to put that little otter in his place," Troy said with a snicker. "I bet he wouldn't stop even if we drove past a cop on the way there!"

Living in such a nice area in the country meant that there were rarely police officers to worry about, and even less so on the roads; Louis would be able to keep his seat all the way until they reached the city, and their favorite liquor store was situated in the middle of the thriving "Rainbow District."

If anything, Louis would be getting applauded for his bold nature as Jon struggled to breathe beneath him.

"Like they'd do anything about it anyway," Louis shrugged it off as he wiggled his thighs, pretending that he needed to get comfortable. He was simply pushing down further on Jon's lips with the weight of his pucker, until the otter's tongue was forced to push up and meet with the warm, juicy entrance. "Or...like Jon would stop for anything."

A unique creature in appearance and in flavor, Louis was gifted with a unique taste upon each and every part of his flesh. Beneath vibrant patterns of fur, yellow flesh was waiting around the deepest part of the vulpine's pucker, and with just one stroke of his tongue across it, Jon's mind was filled with the memory of freshly juiced lemonade. It left him eager to go back for more, even when he could hear the rest of the car making quips at his expense.

He couldn't have voiced his appreciation for the flavor even if he wanted to, but his body gave a quick, obvious symbol of it as his cock started tenting up against the front of his shorts.

"Jeez...you could cut glass with this thing!" Tsarin mentioned, as he leaned over from the passenger seat and reached back for the tented rod. "He's only been sitting on your face for a minute, Jon. Maybe you should exercise a little restraint!"

A fresh pulse greeted the snow leopard as his thick, warm paw closed tight around Jon's most sensitive appendage. He shuddered in place as Tsarin kept up with the delicate strokes, but to the side, Thaddeus wasn't going to be left out of all the fun.

He copied Tsarin's technique almost exactly as he reached across the seats and grabbed Louis right by the shaft of his warm, orange-colored member. "Or maybe we just need to try and keep up with him," he suggested. "After all, it sure feels like he's the one having the most fun right now."

Jon couldn't focus enough to properly work his footpaws around the bulge in Thaddeus' jeans, but Louis had plenty of wherewithal about him, even as a paw began stroking curiously at his tangerine cock.

He did nothing to resist the physical twitch that ran through his body as he was teased, opting to let his body do as it pleased. Precum spilled from the tip as the strokes piled up, but as they carried on down the road, he pushed his asshole so tight onto Jon's muzzle that the otter could taste nothing but the slightly sweet tart of lemons upon his tongue.

The wet, slick muscle was pinned in place and trapped to it's fate as they neared the halfway mark of the trip, with Troy entirely jealous of the others.

"I never should have agreed to drive," he muttered. He knew that he was starting to get stiff in the front seat as he caught what views of the action that he could. "It's your car, Louis. You really oughta be up here!"

"Like I'd take that opportunity away from my chauffer?" Louis teased. "I'd hate for you to have to deal with the seat back here...it's so uneven! Doesn't really make for a comfortable ride, but...it..._nnfuck..._it is pretty pleasurable..."

It wouldn't have been the first time that Louis made a mess in the back seat of his own vehicle, but he'd never done it in such an open and brazen way. As Jon's tongue forcefully pushed up and past the outermost flesh of a vulpine entrance, however, he worried that he'd be able to make it to the outskirts of town without making a mess, much less all the way to the party strip.

"I think you're going way too easy on that seat," Troy argued. "If I was back there, I'd show you how it was done...otters really know how to squirm when you put them under a little pressure."

Even if he couldn't reach back and play like the others could, Troy could get involved in his own way, as he swerved the car slowly toward the small strips near the median.

Those short, choppy ridges force Jon's neck to bounce with the vibrations from the road. The ticklish pulses reached all the way through the length of his tongue, and Louis immediately grabbed the back of the headrest and held on as he tried to stave off a climax.

" Troy! W...watch where the hell you're g-going, dude!"

His scolding took a few seconds to set in; Troy was too busy snickering in the front as Louis quivered in place and wondered how hard it would be to clean his seed from the sheets. He was sure that he would break, just as Troy moved the vehicle back to the center of the road, granting him a brief reprieve from a genuine, vibrating tongue.

Jon couldn't believe how tight the citrus fox clenched around the tip of the moist, pliable muscle at that point of contact, but he was excited to probe even deeper, curious if the tangy citrus was stronger near the center of his vulpine friend.

Just staying focused on that flavor wouldn't be easy for him, though.

"I think he's starting to leak through his shorts a little bit," Tsarin noticed. His paw lifted just slightly, pulling a dangling strand of precum away with it and causing the flustered otter to pause in his oral advance. "Are we sure we can get away with this at the bar?"

Thaddeus smirked as he watched Jon's footpaws squirm around his own tented length. "As long as we take him to the right part of the strip, we'll be just fine. There might even be a few places that can appreciate his...dedication."

Saliva was dripping back down over Jon's chin as he kept himself nice and buried. Louis didn't plan on moving an inch if he didn't have to, but his endurance was wearing thin, both for keeping the weight off of Jon's face, and for keeping the mess of his length contained.

He couldn't imagine going another minute...but they were still a few minutes out from the strip, at least.

"Hold on, guys. We've got a speed bump."

Troy was all too delighted to say those words, and he offered a quick glance over his shoulder as he slowed the car down and watched Louis straining to pull his backside away. At the peak of the bump, there was no contact whatsoever, but as the car came down on the other side and bottomed out, Louis slumped down and forced Jon's tongue right back into action, pushing it deeper into the waiting treat than it had been able to reach yet.

A quick gush of precum seeped through the front of his shorts as Louis left divots in the headrest, wondering how he'd managed to keep from going off right then.

"P-p-please tell me there isn't g-gonna be another one," Louis panted desperately as he tried to look ahead on the road; there wasn't anything for him to wipe up with, save for the clothes that he'd brought with.

Tsarin looked ahead, before turning back with a knowing grin. "If I don't tell you that it's coming, will that help you at all?"

Thaddeus looked in from the side with an equally devious smirk as Louis tried to prop himself up from the seat.

"I don't think it matters if you tell him or not," the canine mutt teased. "He's gonna pop any second now..."

Legs quivered as Louis continued pushing up, right as the car went over the roll of the second speed bump. Jon moved his head up with Louis as the citrus fox tried to escape, but the shift in his position left him a little errant: the strike of his tongue landed just between the vulpine's sack and his asshole, teasing the warm, musky flesh there and giving Louis just the break he needed to make it into town.

"GPS says we'll be there in two minutes," Troy announced. "But, I can slow it down a little bit if you guys need to finish up back there?"

Louis' eyes nearly popped out of his head as he shook it in rapid defiance. "Actually, if y-you...could..._fucking hell, Jon..._if you could pick up the pace a little bit, that would be just dandy!"

"Just remember that you asked for that."

Stepping on the gas with greater fervor but no warning, Troy sped down the road. The sudden shift in momentum left Louis completely straddled on Jon's muzzle, and just that point of contact had the bottom of his orange shaft soaked with clear, tasty fluids.

If Thaddeus so much as gave another quick, playful stroke of his member, Louis wouldn't be able to head into the bars without a change of clothes.

"Guys, don't...d-don't do it," Louis whimpered, denying himself pleasure at the expense of being able to enjoy the night life. "Fuck...T-Thad! I said don't do it!"

His body was telling a completely different story, and as Jon flickered his tongue about the wide, open spread of Louis' entrance, the fox was forced to bite down on his lower lip for the last minute of the trip. He'd never be able to escape the sensation of orgasm that night, but it was Jon who took away the most impression from the car ride, as he started getting feeling back in his face.

The otter's lips were utterly stained with the delicate, citrus flavor that Louis was naturally blessed with, and the growing stain on the front of his shorts would only be hidden in the darkest of bars...but his friends were in the same boat as he was, each one sporting a rather long, stiff problem of their own.

It was only Troy who was able to come away mostly unscathed, but just for being around such a display, he'd be walking funny for the first couple of minutes, as well.

"Aaaaand this is our stop," he declared, as he popped the locks on the doors. "Is Jon still alive and breathing back there, or did you finally drown him?"

A staggering Louis yanked his pants up and nearly fell out of the car as their sensual ride came to a rather abrupt end. "He...h-he's gonna be fine," the fox answered. "Might need a minute to catch his breath, though."

Jon was still laying flat across the seats as his footpaws gave Thaddeus a departing stroke through his pants. "I guess he's earned that much," the canine agreed. "Maybe we can start somewhere with a bit of a slower pace."

"Forget that! I'm riled up and ready to go!" Tsarin declared. The snow leopard was all smiles as he hopped out of the passenger seat and watched as Thaddeus climbed down first, followed slowly by a dazed and grinning otter. "He'll bounce back in no time..."

"Maybe we can get a few free drinks if he offers his services to some of the other customers," Troy suggested. "I'm sure there are some less than comfortable bar stools that could be improved with his face on 'em!"

The group chuckled as they gathered up on the sidewalk and headed for their first destination. Jon was still smiling wide as they entered the first club, but it was the anticipation of the ride home that kept him grinning; his sweet tooth wasn't satisfied just yet.