～Furry Island Paradise～

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Jayzus Chroist..." Sean, the stallion, grumbled as he fidgeted with a tiny bottle of whiskey, proportionate to about one shot-glass full, with his overlarge hands. He spoke with an Irish lilt, a typical Dublin accent. "Prowl, I can't get the fookin' thing open!" He growled at his companion, an older male coyote who was picking up both their luggages from the conveyor belt at the airport.

"Give it a rest, will ya?" Prowler sighed, hauling both their luggages over. He was stronger than he looked. He snatched the tiny whiskey bottle out of his friend's clumsy hands. "You've been fiddling with that bottle the entire flight. You can last being sober for a few more hours! Here!" He said as he unzipped a compartment on his luggage and produced a suspicious bag of herbs, which he thrust into the stallion's stomach.

Sean held the bag up and beamed. "Shamrocks!" He said almost gleefully as he tore the bag open and stuffed his mouth full of clovers. If there was anything he loved more than drinking, it was eating clovers. What a herbivore. He munched away happily as the coyote lead them out of the airport.

"Mmm, aw man- get a load of that air! Ain't it fresh?" The coyote sighed happily as he took a deep breath. "This place ain't changed at all."

"It smells salty if ye ask me." Sean mumbled as he brought another handful of clovers up to his muzzle and chewed lazily, sticking close to Prowl in what was an uncharacteristic shyness, for his size. He felt like a fish out of water all over again.

"It's called sea-breeze, Rock." The coyote thumped the horse's arm playfully. "And I love it. We're on an island. You're gonna hafta get used to it. You'll love it here, I promise."

"I dunno... I haven't been on a plane since I wuz 16. I don't really like the air if ye know what I mean."

"Uh-uh. You're not cramming yourself into a stuffy bar on your first day here! At least let's go pick a hotel first! You got the cash, I got the savoir faire."

"Gesundheit."

Prowl laughed and lead the horse away from a bar, handing him his luggage. He had never been to the island with a friend before, but hey. Rock was a good friend, if not a little awkward. He's like a whole different person when he's drunk though. Maybe he should let the horse drink tonight. He was just on a plane after all, and he had made it clear that he hated planes. The coyote was going to make sure his friend had the time of his life- all the women, the resorts, the parties and beaches on the island... something was bound to make it worthwhile for him.

"Prowl? Ye got any more?" Sean waved the empty plastic bag of clovers in front of the coyote.

Prowl sighed and looked up at the blue, cloudy sky, pushing his sunglasses up to protect his eyes from the brightness. "It's gonna be a long day."

[Eddy's]

Cassy the cat skated around the retro 50s themed diner, wiping tables and taking orders from the regulars. She peeked out the door and spotted a wave of new furs coming down the street. She let out a cheery sigh and crossed her arms under her perky breasts. "It's that time of the year again, Eddy!" She called at the shop owner, an elderly badger furry who was a burger flipping sensation.

"Well, the tide's a-commin', Cassy. Knock em' dead." Eddy gave her a thumbs up.

The feline giggled and pretended to roll her sleeves up. "Initiating hyperdrive, sir!"