05-14-2011, 02:36 PM
[Eddy's]
It wasn't long till Cassy returned from the kitchen with the fox's order. Eddy, the owner of the restaurant was encouraging to her to take the guy out for a good time by letting her leave early, and the other waitresses practically confronted her and started squealing excitedly in the back when Cassy told them she was the handsome fox's waitress. It was embarrassing that they were pressuring her to go out on a date (she hasn't dated anyone in three months) with someone she just met, like the good old Cassy they knew, but she wasn't sure if she could handle it.
"Order up, sweety..." The cat set Cassidy's tray down in front of him and daintily plopped down on the bench opposite him. "So, like, my boss says I can go early..." She drummed her fingertips on her lower thigh, her mini-skirt only covering the upper halves. "So when you're done eating, I can show you around. Still up for it?" She smiled brightly. Her disposition was like the sun, bright, cheery, nothing to hide- no one would be able to tell that she held so much darkness inside her.
[Sand'n'Surf]
"Oh Prowl? He's coming alright, he's a fine lad, a little off, but fine." Sean laughed, naturally this time, not nervously. He was used to making fun of his companion, so the conversation was a lot more natural. "We'll be there, see yas there, Shandi." And she hung up. When he turned around, Prowl was facing him, his arms crossed, brow-ridges raised, and s big, cocky grin on his muzzle.
"Heyyy now... what was that? Was that what I think it was?" The coyote scratched his head as if he had trouble comprehending it. "Sean Bat-Dick O'Connor not fucking it up with the ladies? Sign ME up for the lottery- cuz I think it's a sign!"
"Come off it ya knobhead." The stallion flapped his muzzle, annoyed.
"So, where and when?" Prowl asked.
"The beach. In a few minutes."
"Oh woah- WOAH!! We shoulda' been there fifteen minutes ago!" The coyote suddenly panicked.
"Prowl- the beach is right outside the store, they can wait a few mi-"
"NEVER." Prowl interrupted the horse firmly. "Keep a lady waiting." And with that, he violently shoved the horse into the dressing room with strength that did not fit his size, and before the stallion could protest, he was out again, dressed in an elastic surfing suit. "Well?" The coyote stepped out of the dressing room, now wearing a pair of trunks that went well with his physique.
"Ye literally ripped my clothes off, you madman!" Sean raised his arms aggressively. "-And this is REALLY tight! I feel naked!" He hugged himself. Sure enough, the fabric hugged his body so tightly that it emphasized every single muscle on his chiseled body, not to mention the bulge on his crotch that suggested he sported a pair of grapefruits for balls, and a thick, slab of salami down his right thigh.
"Sean, you have something other guys want but don't have. You're a RICH. BACHELOR. With a BIG DICK. And the body of a SUPERHERO. -No homo." The coyote narrowed his eyes dangerously. "If you don't use any of that to make Shandi happy- I will BEAT the ever living SHIT out of you out of principle. And sheer envy." Prowl said firmly, his expression unreadable, though the way his brows were creased either suggested he was joking, or that he meant every single word.
The horse gulped and started clopping out of the store, wondering if it was a good idea to pick a demented ex-special agent as his vacation buddy- no matter how reliable he was! "Alright, alright- fucks sake, we're going..."
"Good God, you're a HORSE, Sean, can't you move faster than that? Giddy-up!" Prowl growled and smacked Sean's rump, making him whinny and take off in a gallop involuntarily.
[Beach]
A cloud of displaced sand announced the arrival of Sean and Prowl, just Shandi and Ren made it to the beach.
"H-hey-" The Stallion wheezed, bent over double, his eyes wide as he tried to catch his breath while feeling constricted by the tight suit. "We d-didn't keep you- waiting, did we?"
"Hey Ren, Shandi. How's it going?" The coyote greeted the women with a friendly, casual nod. How he got here ahead of Sean, the stallion would never know. "I got Sean all dressed up, but I gotta tell ya- he sure was bein' a baby about it!" He laughed.
"Baby- right-" The horse snorted, reaching back to rub his rump, where Prowl's smack earlier stung and made him wince.
It wasn't long till Cassy returned from the kitchen with the fox's order. Eddy, the owner of the restaurant was encouraging to her to take the guy out for a good time by letting her leave early, and the other waitresses practically confronted her and started squealing excitedly in the back when Cassy told them she was the handsome fox's waitress. It was embarrassing that they were pressuring her to go out on a date (she hasn't dated anyone in three months) with someone she just met, like the good old Cassy they knew, but she wasn't sure if she could handle it.
"Order up, sweety..." The cat set Cassidy's tray down in front of him and daintily plopped down on the bench opposite him. "So, like, my boss says I can go early..." She drummed her fingertips on her lower thigh, her mini-skirt only covering the upper halves. "So when you're done eating, I can show you around. Still up for it?" She smiled brightly. Her disposition was like the sun, bright, cheery, nothing to hide- no one would be able to tell that she held so much darkness inside her.
[Sand'n'Surf]
"Oh Prowl? He's coming alright, he's a fine lad, a little off, but fine." Sean laughed, naturally this time, not nervously. He was used to making fun of his companion, so the conversation was a lot more natural. "We'll be there, see yas there, Shandi." And she hung up. When he turned around, Prowl was facing him, his arms crossed, brow-ridges raised, and s big, cocky grin on his muzzle.
"Heyyy now... what was that? Was that what I think it was?" The coyote scratched his head as if he had trouble comprehending it. "Sean Bat-Dick O'Connor not fucking it up with the ladies? Sign ME up for the lottery- cuz I think it's a sign!"
"Come off it ya knobhead." The stallion flapped his muzzle, annoyed.
"So, where and when?" Prowl asked.
"The beach. In a few minutes."
"Oh woah- WOAH!! We shoulda' been there fifteen minutes ago!" The coyote suddenly panicked.
"Prowl- the beach is right outside the store, they can wait a few mi-"
"NEVER." Prowl interrupted the horse firmly. "Keep a lady waiting." And with that, he violently shoved the horse into the dressing room with strength that did not fit his size, and before the stallion could protest, he was out again, dressed in an elastic surfing suit. "Well?" The coyote stepped out of the dressing room, now wearing a pair of trunks that went well with his physique.
"Ye literally ripped my clothes off, you madman!" Sean raised his arms aggressively. "-And this is REALLY tight! I feel naked!" He hugged himself. Sure enough, the fabric hugged his body so tightly that it emphasized every single muscle on his chiseled body, not to mention the bulge on his crotch that suggested he sported a pair of grapefruits for balls, and a thick, slab of salami down his right thigh.
"Sean, you have something other guys want but don't have. You're a RICH. BACHELOR. With a BIG DICK. And the body of a SUPERHERO. -No homo." The coyote narrowed his eyes dangerously. "If you don't use any of that to make Shandi happy- I will BEAT the ever living SHIT out of you out of principle. And sheer envy." Prowl said firmly, his expression unreadable, though the way his brows were creased either suggested he was joking, or that he meant every single word.
The horse gulped and started clopping out of the store, wondering if it was a good idea to pick a demented ex-special agent as his vacation buddy- no matter how reliable he was! "Alright, alright- fucks sake, we're going..."
"Good God, you're a HORSE, Sean, can't you move faster than that? Giddy-up!" Prowl growled and smacked Sean's rump, making him whinny and take off in a gallop involuntarily.
[Beach]
A cloud of displaced sand announced the arrival of Sean and Prowl, just Shandi and Ren made it to the beach.
"H-hey-" The Stallion wheezed, bent over double, his eyes wide as he tried to catch his breath while feeling constricted by the tight suit. "We d-didn't keep you- waiting, did we?"
"Hey Ren, Shandi. How's it going?" The coyote greeted the women with a friendly, casual nod. How he got here ahead of Sean, the stallion would never know. "I got Sean all dressed up, but I gotta tell ya- he sure was bein' a baby about it!" He laughed.
"Baby- right-" The horse snorted, reaching back to rub his rump, where Prowl's smack earlier stung and made him wince.
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