～Furry Island Paradise～

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Despite having arrived earlier, it was only now that the stallion and the coyote made it to the hotel, as Prowler had to physically pull Sean away from bars, clubs, and alcohol vending machines along the way. The horse flapped his lips in frustration, a very equine expression, and munched on more fresh clovers from what must have been his fourth bag now. Prowl was running out of clovers to sate the horse with, but at least they were at the hotel now.

"Pretty big, ain't it?" The coyote asked, looking up at the hotel building.

"It's a'right..." Sean mumbled in reply, his left cheek bulging with the three leafed weeds as he munched. A blond-furred dog waved at their general direction, and the horse managed to wave back awkwardly before a white furred dog pulled the first one away. People here seemed friendly at least.

"You don't like it." Prowl surmised, pushing his shades down and reading the stallion's expression with his golden eyes.

"I- no, it's just... it's not for me, right?" Sean looked up at the hotel uneasily. "All that- that posh and dapper stuff was never meant for me, yeh?"

Prowl crossed his arms and scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Y'know, I don't see ya sleepin' comfortably in a hotel room either. Ya wanna stay somewhere less extravagant?" He asked. The horse never was one for the finer things in life. Even after he won the lottery, it was the simple things he enjoyed. Sean continued to work for the bar, and continued his job lifting heavy loads, and kept his apartment the way it is. The only difference was the addition of a large fridge fully stocked with booze. It was a sad, lonely life, and Sean was terrible with women, so Prowl had taken it up to himself to get his friend to enjoy life a little more, as sober as possible.

"Yeh." Sean nodded. "Fock the hotel, I'll just break somethin', I know I will."

Prowl nodded understandingly and turned around. "C'mon. We'll rent a beach house. It's a lot more homey, and it'll be right next to the beach bar so you can drop by for a drink, and hey, women in bikinis!" He laughed. "Whaddaya say?"

The stallion grinned happily. "Ye had me at 'beach bar'." He mused, clip-clopping after Prowl.

"Heh, who knows? Maybe you'll bag yourself a fine lady." Prowl added.

"Ah now, Prowl..." Sean said, his tone showing his discomfort. "I'm no good with birds, ye know tha'. I was boozed of me head every time I banged someone- I don't even remember any of them! If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was a virgin!"

"Oh we're gonna fix that, my friend. We're gonna use The Coyote Casanova's patented three step course to a woman's heart. And being drunk isn't one of them!" Prowl shook a finger at Sean, who rubbed his head like a shamed child. "Now you'd better have trunks packed, cuz I do NOT wanna see you in your speedos."

"I like me speedos!" Sean protested jokingly. "They make me feel pretty!" He joked. It was really an in-joke between him and his friends. He had received a pair of speedos from friend as a joke on his birthday, and tried it on while he was being sick in the bathroom. The thing was so tight, and his junk didn't fit in it, so it stuck out one of the leg holes. Prowl had walked in to take a piss and was greeted with giant horse dong. Not a pretty sight while drunk. Safe to say, he never wore speedos again.