FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Author's Notes: Been a long time since I wrote anything, but here we go! First attempt in a multi-chaptered fic featuring my own fursona. Yes, this is the first chapter of several more chapters to come. Bear in mind that I'm a slow updater however, but please, enjoy. Every fave, comment, and vote are deeply appreciated :)

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The first thing Dan gave me was his trademark easy-going grin, followed by a questioning, teasing look which I'd grown accustomed to.

"Uh...don't you think you're over-packed?"

"Don't you think you're under-packed?" I retorted, raising an eyebrow at the small suitcase resting beside the bench Dan was sitting on. It couldn't have fit more than three or four days' worth of clothes and equipment, considering the seven day vacation we about to take... the duffle bag sitting on his lap probably couldn't hold even half that.

"Nope." The wolf replied with a rather smug grin stretching across his ruggedly handsome lupine features. "Like I told ya, I've been on these type of cruises before. All I can say is that you're definitely over-packed." He gave me a pointed look, cocking his head to the large suitcase and the equally large backpack I'd brought along with me.

Letting out a huff, I decided to let the subject go, for the time being anyway. Dan could be persistently annoying at times. "Whatever you say then." I replied, plopping down on the hard plastic bench right across from the brown and tan furred wolf. "Still, what did you actually stash in there?"

Dan shrugged. "Oh, the usual... a couple of polos, two dress shirts, bunch of tank tops, shorts, spare jeans, speedos, and... some gear for us." He grinned at the last part, wiggling his eyebrows.

It took me a moment to grasp what my friend meant. "Wait... you actually brought those?" I gaped, eyes widening as my mind instantly diverted to thoughts of Dan's sculpted body bedecked tightly in... "Erm, nevermind" I coughed, desperately trying to stop that particular line of thinking before I got too carried away. Although with the nature of this cruise being what it was, I realized that that was probably expected, and even encouraged.

Dan chuckled with a knowing look. "Well, you'll see soon enough." He said cryptically, leaning back on the bench as he folded his arms on the back of his head. The tight, dark blue tank top he was wearing strained slightly from the movement, outlining his well-formed chest muscles nicely. "It'll be a nice surprise." He sing-songed to me.

I sighed, knowing that there was no getting through the wolf once he was in a cryptic mood. Though, I had a pretty good idea of what he was hinting at. "Alright then, but it'd better be what I think it is, or else." I smirked, folding my arms.

"Oooh, and what are you're going to do, Rod?" Dan smirked back, the hint of a challenge coloring his voice.

"Dunno. You'll just have to wait and see I guess." I grinned challengingly.

The wolf gave out an amused snort. "Heh, alrighty. I'll hold you to that." He winked. "Come on. Let's get checked in. The gate's already been open for a while now. What took you so long to get here anyway?" He asked me as he stood.

"Never mind that... just hit some unexpected traffic on the way here." I sighed. It was halfway true though. I wasn't particularly keen on divulging that the reason I was late was because I couldn't find my glasses all morning, and ended up tearing into my luggage, only to discover that they were perched on the top of my head. Took me more than half an hour to get everything back into the suitcase in the right order again.

Dan led me deeper into the harbor's large, open aired atrium where several massive queues were slowly snaking their way towards the boarding gate on both sides of the hall. The queue lines were marked with several different cruise companies names, and it took me a few moments to locate the lines marked for Sovereign Seas as there were three different groups with similar banners.

Thankfully, a sharp looking panther kindly directed us towards the correct queueing line. Dan and I quickly joined before it could get even more bloated with oncoming passengers. But once I realized what the line was made up of, I couldn't stop staring.

I'd never seen so many hundreds of males standing, waiting, and chatting animatedly with each other or busy immersing themselves with their phones. A large number of them were dressed in brightly colored tank tops and shorts, revealing their impressive builds. It was...quite an overwhelming sight. Though, I suppose Dan was probably used to this kind of spectacle. He said he'd been on an all-gay cruise before after all.

I glanced over and saw that the damn wolf was shamelessly checking out each and every guy as the queue progressed at a snail's pace.

It had been quite the surprise when Dan invited me for a week-long cruise holiday. Even more surprising was that it was an exclusively male-only cruise. I couldn't say no however, as Dan had done a very good job of convincing me. Guess I'm not that difficult to impress. As a fox who'd never been on a boat for more than two hours, and especially not for a week-long holiday in his life before, I couldn't help but feel slightly nervous...and incredibly excited at the same time.

Seven days and six nights of vacation on sunny seas and historic cities of Seranean coastline with hundreds of guys of every species and an equally hot wolf of a colleague, all on one ship with guaranteed "exciting" festivities... god help me.

It took nearly an hour for us to reach the front of the queue, and my feet were starting to feel stiff from the amount of standing. Luckily, the lone Alligator who was standing just in front of me in line left pretty quickly, meaning Dan and I were up.

"ID please." The tired, bored looking bull behind the counter uttered in an equally boring and flat voice as I approached. His name tag--a big yellow smiley button--read: 'Hi! I'm Vance! Pleased to serve you!' which seemed like three exclamation marks more than 'Vance' was currently capable of mustering up.

I quickly handed my passport, ID card, and cruise documents to the bull, with Dan following suit. Vance gave them a quick check, looking back and forth between us and the papers.

"Mr. Roderic Erichsen and Mr. Danilo Reyes." He asked, producing a form and a stamp. It came out more like a statement however.

"Yes, that'd be us." Dan nodded, his muzzle breaking into his trademark flirty, charming grin. I had to repress a groan. No doubt he found the bull attractive.

Though, he was never wrong in his tastes. I had to admit, Vance was quite good looking, but personally, I preferred a man in real uniform...

"Alright, Mr. Erichsen and Reyes... please fill out and sign these first." He said, handing us each a form. It was filled with some general safety immigration questionnaires, and a couple questions regarding health. Standard procedure I guess.

The bull nodded once we'd handed back the filled out forms. "Do you have any luggage that you'd like brought up to your cabin?" He asked once he was finished giving the papers a good look over.

"Oh yeah, these ones." Dan answered, hoisting his suitcase and mine onto the counter. Vance quickly labelled and then placed them on a moving conveyor belt off to the side, where the cases quickly disappeared through a wall of rubber flaps. He turned back to us with our papers and spoke.

"Alright, here's your luggage slip, and also your IDs and your documents... this one's your stateroom number, please memorize it," he said, circling the said room number on the paper with his pen, "...And here's your Sovereign Cruise Pass. It'll let you access and use every facility inside the ship. Feel free to link your Pass with your credit card for convenience as we have several shopping venues, as well as popular extra-tariff restaurants onboard."

He handed us each a silvery card emblazoned with Sovereign Seas' logo, and details of our names, sailing date, room type and number, and muster station location. "The Information Centre onboard would be more than happy to help you should you have any questions."

"Ah alright. Thanks." I said, taking my papers and the card.

"Enjoy your cruise." The bull droned on as we moved away from the counter and into a slightly less crowded space. "ID please." He voiced to the pair of Doberman who were right behind us.

Feeling a sudden bout of excitement, I barely noticed Dan's large paws slip over my butt as he pushed me towards the end of the check-in hall, which was labelled as "Boarding Gate B1". A roped off line led us up through an escalator and into a long hallway that was right above the check-in hall, overlooking the wide array of piers just outside the large expanse of glass and steel.

"What's the name of the ship again?" I turned to ask, only to see Dan grinning back at me, holding up a small handheld camera.

"MV Regis Ventus." He replied, adjusting his grip as he made a wide sweep with the camera in his paw.

"Wha--" Blinking, I stared at the wolf for a second before I groaned. "Come on Dan, at least a little warning?"

The wolf merely chuckled jovially. "C'mon Rod, smile for a bit!" He said, aiming the camera back at me. "Gonna record our entire trip by the way." He added with a large grin.

I sighed and then chuckled, giving a small wave at the camera as we continued to walk through the hallway, rounding out the exit where another queue had formed. Thankfully this one was not as long as the check-ins down below. Two of the harbor's staff members checked our cruise documents before letting us pass to the outside hallway, which was also enclosed with plate glass and steel.

The bright afternoon sun filtered through the green tinted glass walls, showing the expanse of Port Coven. Looking out, there were a couple of cruise ships docked along the pier, floating idly. So far, I hadn't spied the ship we were supposed to board yet... I wondered where it would be docked in this humongous harbor.

"I think that's ours." Dan suddenly exclaimed, letting out a whistle. "Man that thing is HUGE!"

I followed the direction he was pointing and let out a soft, "Whoa."

The gleaming cruise ship that had just appeared behind a pearly white vessel looked almost stately in appearance, with classic black colored hull with a thick gold band running from stern to stem, just to the point where the black meets the pristine white superstructure that was consisted of rows and rows of balconies, towering almost everything on the harbor. The ship has a curiously long bow, and a curved shaped stern, quite different from most cruise ship design I've seen. It was almost as if the ship was one of those grand ocean liners from past century. The two raked black and red funnels, enveloped with two thick white bands, certainly completed the image.

"'Regis Ventus'." Dan read the golden letters painted on the black hull on the bow as we were led towards a smaller corridor which leads directly towards the ship. "Yeap, we're on the correct track!" He grinned, filming the ship for a bit before he stopped the recording. Just then, a german shepherd and a weasel came towards us, followed by a lion that was toting a large and heavy looking camera close behind them. All three were wearing form-fitting neon blue polos which showed their athletic builds, with matching black cargo shorts and aviators. A stylized "AA" motive dominated their clothing.

Avonture Adventures was a company which held a bi-annual all gay cruise around popular holiday spots, famous for chartering mega ships for their programmes. It didn't take a long for me and Dan to realize that we're being recorded by the hosts of this year's cruise.

It was the german shepherd who talked first, smiling in a too friendly, overly animated sort of way as he aimed a microphone at us. "Hey guys, welcome to this year's Avonture Adventures cruise! I'm Tommy, and this is Bruce," He gestured towards the weasel, who waved at us, "can I get your names for the highlight reel we're shooting?"

Dan grinned at the camera as he slapped my back, pulling me close. "I'm Danilo Reyes, and this here is Roddy Erichsen."

"Roderic Erichsen." I corrected, "And no, we're just friends." I quickly added once I caught the look on the weasel, who was wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously in my direction.

"Oh, just friends eh?" Bruce chuckled in a sort of flamboyant way, ticking off names on the clipboard he was holding. He turned to his side and reached down, flicking through several bunches of plastic bags on the ground next to him "So whereabouts are you two studs from, hmm?"

My paw went to rub the back of my neck when I realized the weasel was clearly checking me out. "I'm from Albion, and Dan here is from--"

"Iberonia." He announced with a certain sense of pride.

Tommy let out an appreciative whistle. "Wow, an Iberonian hunk! This must be our lucky day eh, Bruce?" He nudged the weasel teasingly.

"Too right, Tommy." Bruce chuckled before he addressed us with a more professional smile, handing us two of the bags he'd been looking through. Each one was filled with various items and more papers.

"Here are your badges, and some souvenirs for tonight." The weasel said as we each reached into them and produced two brightly colored badges with our names printed on laminated paper, connected with a thick blue neck strap, and also a set of two dog-tags, with 'Avonture Adventures' engraved into the cold metallic surface.

"Also, here's a free belt pack, specially made for this trip." He handed us a shiny black fanny pack, made from leather, adorned with silvery clasps. It certainly felt heavy when I took it and clipped it around my waist. I couldn't help but wonder what was inside.

"Alright, thanks." I managed to say.

"Have fun you two, and we hope you'll have an Avonture Adventure!" Tommy hollered as we made our way past the two, the lion following us with his camera while Dan and I walked towards the end of the corridor, and right towards the open doors of the cruise ship.

A couple of the ship's officers greeted us just past the doors. The uniformed stag asked for our cruise documents and our cards, which we gave them for yet another quick security check, and then finally, we were properly welcomed onto the ship.

The atrium just past the entryway was truly breathtaking, that was for certain. It was very tall, around five or six decks high, capped with a decorative illuminated glass dome, with gilded balconies running around the circular opening. Two sets of three elevators flanked a large bronze mural depicting the ship, lighted from four corners by spotlights. Right opposite it was an impressive sweeping staircase that easily connected each floor. Everything was covered in rich wood and light pillars, with soft carpeting lining the floor.

"Wow, this is...really nice." Dan whistled in appreciation.

"Seems they have an Art Deco theme going on." I found myself chuckling.

The wolf looked puzzled. "Art Deco?"

I waved my paw, grinning slightly "Art style popular from 1920s till the '30s. Lots of geometrical shapes, polished wood, and use of lights like these." I gestured to the whole room.

"Ah, I see." Dan nodded, a grin was slowly forming on his face. "Glad that I have an architectural nerd for a colleague." He said.

I snorted, rolling my eyes at his jab. "Well, do you wanna get some snacks first?" I nodded towards the long tables that were set around the atrium, each laden with various cakes, pastries, biscuits, and some with piping hot tea and coffee in large mugs, and also beer and wine in tall glass dispensers.

Dan shook his head. "I'd rather get to our room to be honest." He said, making a beeline towards the elevators. I shrugged and followed suit, trying not to think about the deliciously sweet smell coming from the tables. "What was it again?"

"Stateroom 8212, Balcony Deluxe on Deck 8." I read off of our badges before I opened a deck plan brochure of the ship--found inside the souvenir bag Bruce had given us--and gave it a quick scan. "Hmm... the deck plan doesn't exactly tell us where our room is located. Maybe we should ask." I said more to myself, spotting a lion who was dressed smartly in a white uniform jacket.

He was smiling politely when I walked up to him. "Can I help you gentlemen?" The brass name plaque pinned on his left breast pocket read: Williams. Head Steward.

"Hello, we'd like to know which way it is too get to our cabin on Deck 8." I said, showing my cruise card to the lion, and he gave a short glance and a nod.

"Right, Stateroom 8212... that would be on the starboard side, which is the right side, if you look towards the front of the ship." He gestured towards the direction of the grand staircase. "You can easily access your stateroom through Elevator Lobby B in midships however, just past the Broadwalk through there." He gestured to the set of doors that opened into a wide hallway just below the bronze mural, on the other end of the atrium.

Dan grinned. "Great, thanks!"

"However," Williams quickly added before we could even move, "I'd like to inform you that staterooms from Decks 7 onward are currently unavailable at the moment, as they're still being cleaned and prepped for your stay." He explained, gesturing around the lobby. "Luckily, our staff has prepared a snack bar in the Grand Atrium and the Mezzanine, you can also access most of the bars and lounges in the Broadwalk, including the pools and sporting facilities on Decks 13 and 14. Your rooms should be ready within another twenty minutes or so."

A loud huff escaped from Dan's muzzle, and his mouth opened. "Alright, thanks." I quickly spoke up before Dan could make an offhand remark, linking my arm around the big hunk of a wolf and steering him away, but not before giving the lion a thankful nod.

"You know, you don't have to pull me away before I've even said anything." Dan grumbled as I led him back to the atrium.

"And risk you insulting the Head Steward of the ship? Nuh-uh." I remarked, nodding at the liquor dispensers. "Beer?" I asked.

Dan nodded. "Gimme the dark one. I'll just be over here. My feet are killing me." He said, plopping down on a nearby round of armchairs.

I couldn't blame him. The amount of standing around in queues just to get onboard had been ungodly. However, my feet were still strong enough to endure a few more rounds of waiting if they had to. "Okie dokie. Hold this for me." I said, handing him my backpack. "You want anything else?"

The wolf simply shook his head. "Nah, just the beer."

There was a line to the beer table, so I had to wait once again, although it wasn't nearly as bad as before. Since I was an architect, I got to observe the magnificent work they'd put into the layout and construction of the Grand Atrium. It was simply breathtaking. Looking up, I realized that the Mezzanine--which was on the second level--must've been reachable from the staircase. I could spot some guys on the railing enjoying themselves with sparkling wine and whatnot, while soft classical music was playing from somewhere far above.

It took me a good ten minutes to get Dan's beer, and another five to get myself a cup of coffee. I wasn't a big fan of drinking alcohol during the day.

The wolf wasn't alone when I returned however. He had two other wolves in his company: one was brown furred and the other had a pure white coat, both sitting opposite Dan while they chatted rather animatedly.

Dan didn't even take time to realize what I had in my paws as he grinned and stood up, pulling me close by my shoulders and nearly causing me to spill the drinks.

"Guys, this is Roddy, my foxy friend I've been telling you about." Dan announced as he took the pint of foamy dark colored liquor from my paws.

"Uh...hi." I gave the two wolves an unsure smile as I placed my cup of coffee besides a plate filled with a generous amount of biscuits and two cups of tea.

I noticed that both of the wolves were sturdily built, their hard, defined muscles showing through the simple matching black Over-Armour t-shirts they were wearing. Somehow, I couldn't help thinking them working as bodyguards or really badass security for some high profile company.

The wolves seemed to be very close however, judging by the way the black one linked his arm over the brown wolf's shoulder and how the brown one leaned lovingly into the black wolf's side.

"Nice to meet you." The brown furred wolf grinned in a friendly way. "The name's Larry Olson." He said, extending his arm along with the black furred one, which I shook.

"Gareth Zimmer." said the white furred wolf with a charming grin. "Just call me Garry."

"Larry and Garry. Interesting match." I couldn't help but chuckle.

"It is, isn't it?" Dan grinned, rubbing my back. "They were my cruise mates last year." He continued." Larry here proposed to Garry back then." He said, nodding to their paws, which were adorned with matching gold rings.

I couldn't help but whistle with a grin. "Congratulations! Must've been quite the proposal."

Garry visibly flushed, rubbing the back of his neck, chuckling. "Yeah, it was. And thanks, kid. This is the second vacation we got after we were officially married last year."

"Glad to be away from work, eh?" Dan nodded in understanding.

"Yeap. No more standing around on cold nights, getting our backs stiff." Larry chimed in, nudging Garry's shoulders. "At least we got each other's bodies to warm up, right?" He grinned, almost purring.

I choked on my coffee, trying not to laugh at Garry's flushed, embarrassed look. "Stop it you." he said, giving a playful punch on his brown furred husband's shoulder. Larry simply laughed and turned to face me.

"So...you and Dan together?"

"Hmm? Oh, no--" I began to answer, but Dan beat me to it with a snort.

"Come on Lar, you know I dislike being tied down." He chuckled. "We're just very close colleagues for now, if you get what I mean."

I nodded, shaking my head at Dan's eyebrow wiggling. "Yeah, that's about right." I said, sipping on my coffee.

"Right, right." Larry nodded, cocking his head slightly to the side. "So you both work in the same office?"

Shaking my head, I placed the steaming mug down on the round coffee table and said, "No, I work in Blake Wyatt Architectures. We met when Dan's company approached mine to design a high-end condominium project they were working on." I explained.

The white furred wolf nodded. "Ah, I see. You worked in a property development company I recall." He said to Dan.

"Yep. Visualize Enterprises." Dan nodded with a grin. "We just hit it right off the bat once I got assigned as my company's representative in the design department." He said, slinging his arm across my shoulder. "This little fox can't resist my charms." He finished with a flourish.

I snorted to myself. "As I recall... it took you two weeks to invite me for drinks, and another month before we got intimate." I smirked at the wolf, who gave me a pout and a silly mock hurt face in return.

"You're no fun."

The two wolves across us burst into laughter at Dan's face, and how he'd been outed of his boasting. "Ahah, that's a good one." Garry chortled, wiping imaginary tears from his face. Dan rolled his eyes in response and simply chugged down his beer. The lupine was still grinning however.

"Well anyway," Larry started, "while we'd like to keep up our chat, I wanna see if our cabin's been done yet." He said, gesturing to the number of stewards who were going about their rounds in the atrium. "I think most of them should be ready by now."

"What cabin are you staying in?" I couldn't help but ask Garry, as Larry had trotted off.

"1280. It's on Deck 10." The white furred wolf answered, sloshing the contents of his tea cup before downing it in one gulp.

"Oh, that's a shame we don't share the same deck again." Dan gave an exaggerated sigh. "I was almost tempted to have some reunion fun with you two."

I groaned and nudged the wolf's ribs, earning a yelp. "Sometimes, your perverted mind knows no bounds."

"That's Dan for you." Garry chortled. "And careful Dan. My husband isn't normally the sharing type." He grinned.

"Oh?" A challenging smirk appeared on Dan's face. "I think I can convince your man."

"You... are impossible." I deadpanned.

Larry returned that very moment with large grin on his face. "Got some news hun. They've cleaned up to Deck 9, but I asked the Head Steward and he said our cabin should be ready with half of the rooms in Deck 10."

"Well, great!" Garry exclaimed, standing up.

I decided to chime in. "So they've finished up to Deck 9?"

The brown furred wolf nodded. "Yeah, that's what the lion told me anyway. Guess that's where your cabin is located?"

"Mmh-hmm. It's 8212, in case you're wondering." It was Dan who answered. "Well, I guess we'll see you around?"

The two wolves nodded. "There's a Sail Away party later in the afternoon... which is in a few hours!" Larry said after he briefly checked his watch. "We can meet there perhaps?" He suggested.

"Sail Away party?" I asked, picking up my backpack.

"Well sure, why not? We'll see you guys there then." Dan quickly replied to the wolves with a chuckle before turning to me, his duffle bag slung across his shoulders. "Basically, it's a pool party that starts when the ship sails away from the harbor. Welp, let's get going then!" He said before jogging off.

We quickly headed towards the other end of the Grand Atrium, where we met another steward who kindly gave us directions to the other elevator lobby situated at the end of the Broadwalk. We took a short walk just past the hallway which had a display of various model cruise ships belonging to the company, displayed proudly behind large glass panes. Dan was back to recording with his handheld camera, deliberately walking in a slow pace and occasionally aiming the device at me.

The Broadwalk itself was really impressive. It was basically a large shopping strip built through the middle of the ship, four decks in height, covered with a wide expanse of glass skylight that bathed the entire area with golden light, reflected back by the polished marble flooring. It was filled with designer and brand name shops intersected a few bistros and cafes from end to end. Somehow, the Broadwalk reminded me of 5th Boulevard in New Capitol, with a bit of Los Valdas.

Dan didn't stop recording everything as we walked towards the elevator lobby around the middle of the strip, passing a few guys who were window shopping or taking pictures. Some had even opted to dine in one of the few cafes which were open.

Elevator Lobby 2 wasn't crowded, thankfully. It seemed that most of the passengers were content with lounging around the Atrium or the Broadwalk for now. A young looking cougar and a middle aged black bear were already waiting by one of the large decorative metal doors, which dinged open just as we arrived and stepped inside just behind them.

"Pretty impressive ship, eh?" The bear remarked with a grin as the door slid shut, pressing the button for Deck 7.

I nodded, pressing the button labelled with 8. "Yes, it is." I replied with a small smile. To say the bear as huge would be an understatement. He must have been more than 7 feet tall, with perfect combination of fat and muscle that was showing through his muscle shirt.

I gulped and tried not to stare at the bear so much and failing. How could I not? The ursine passenger took up a third of my field of view and was practically oozing masculinity. Dan pretended he wasn't checking out the bear now and then, acting as if he had been too engrossed in his camera, sweeping the handheld device around the glass enclosed elevator once as the elevator went up, giving away the view of the airy Broadwalk and into a curved wall decorated with a mural of of ancient marine civilization with colorful corals and sea creatures.

The elevator took a brief stop on Deck 5 where a Dalmantian sharply dressed in a black dress uniform entered, heading for Deck 12. He gave us a brief nod of a greeting and remained silent through the ride. He did stare at the bear--who gave him a grin--for a few seconds however.

I swear, the bear was eyeing me the whole time, perhaps even to Dan for that matter. He gave me a wink before he exited on his deck. I caught Dan's wide smirk on the side of his muzzle. The wolf was watching the bear from the corner of his eye, camera aimed at the massive figure of the bear before the doors slid shut again.

A soft chime announced the arrival on our assigned deck soon after. I quickly moved out with Dan in tow, followed by the cougar who had paused his video recording. The shiny information plaque set to the wall directly next to the elevator lobby told us where to head next.

Soon we were walking through the starboard-side corridor, laid with thick blue carpeting and shaded wall lamps. It wasn't a long walk, but we finally reached our room. 8212, as it was marked on the porthole-shaped sign.

"Righto, here we go." Dan said excitedly, fishing out his key card--still recording with his camera-- and opened the door which unlocked with a soft chime. I gave a low whistle as we strode into the stateroom.

"This is really nice." I grinned as we entered the cabin. It was certainly spacious and surprisingly airy despite the heavy use of wood in the minimalistic styled decor. Two twin beds dominated the centre of the room, facing the dressing table. Right next to it was a small sitting area with a comfy looking sofa, an armchair, and a divan set to the ceiling-height windows which gave view to the small balcony outside. A wall mounted flat-screen TV was set right across the sofa.

Dan hummed his agreement. "And it looks like our luggage is here." He said, nodding to our suitcases which were placed on the empty space right next to the mini bar cabinet.

The bathroom was set right by the entryway, directly across two sets of wardrobes. The bathroom has a full sized bathtub with a shower head set. The sink counter was made from polished granite, with a wide, back-lit mirror. The toilet area was curiously separated from the bathroom, and was somewhat tiny in comparison. But I wager that even the bear from earlier could fit in and move around comfortably. It was equipped with the standard seat toilet, a washbasin, and a bidet, which Dan couldn't identify its function, until I told him.

Needless to say, the wolf was pretty baffled.

"Just leave it at that, Dan." I said with a chuckle, sliding the heavy backpack off my shoulders and climbed onto one of the beds, sinking into the soft mattress as I sighed in contentment. It had to be the most comfortable thing I'd ever laid on. "I wanna stay here forever." I grinned, flopping down to my belly and nuzzled on the fresh, fluffy pillows.

"Oh really?" Came a husky voice behind my back. My fur stood on their end as I felt hot breath tickling my neck, and a familiar paw resting on my rump. "I can think of some things we can do in the meantime."

I let out a groan. "Come on man, can't you wait until I'm at least-- mmh! Hey!" I jerked when Dan gave a playful slap on my ass.

"I'm pent up after meeting all those hot guys down there." The wolf teased, trailing kisses down my neck. I couldn't help but moan, especially when his paws slipped under my shirt and made light touches over my fur that just sent shivers up my spine.

Damn wolf couldn't keep his hormones under control long enough, I thought as he flipped me over, lifting up my shirt with his paws and mashed his lips with mine. I let him have his fun for a few seconds, grinding the growing bulge on his crotch with mine while his delicious tongue exploring every nook and cranny of my mouth before I pushed him off. Even though I was half tempted to let Dan to go all the way, I wasn't gonna let him get off that easily of course.

"Dude, you're that pent up already?" I couldn't help but chuckle when Dan let off a soft, pleading whine.

The wolf gave me his best puppy-dog eyes, which still boggled my mind that a wolf his size could look so childish and cute. It was almost enough to make me relent. Almost.

"No can do, Danny." I managed to say, standing up and straightening my shirt. "I intend to enjoy the day without you running my stamina dry beforehand."

Dan let out an amused snort, poking my chest as he leaned close to my face, grinning devilishly. "Come on. You love me drilling my bone hard and deep into you, just say it." He voiced huskily.

I threw a pillow on his face instead. "You wish." That statement was quite true, but he didn't need me to boost his already over-inflated ego. Poor wolf's head would probably burst if someone gave him another compliment.

"You're no fun." Dan snorted, flopping to the other bed, making pouty faces at me.

"Heard that gazillion times man, and you're not a 10 year old pup." I teased, looking at the small pile of magazines by the sitting area. On the top was what looked like a schedule for today's activities onboard. I couldn't help but give it a read.

"Oh, the daily magazine. Those are really handy." Dan remarked, sitting back properly, cocking his head slightly to the right. "Mmm... anything look fun?"

There wasn't much going on for today except for a couple of parties on the pool area, a welcoming event in the main dining rooms, also a mini show in the lounge.... An idea suddenly hit me.

"Well, you said something about a big pool party?"

Dan's grin couldn't have been more blinding.