"Sounds good to me," you say, sticking out your paw. James takes it and you two shake.
"Cool, cool," said James as he looked to the sky. The sun was heading towards the west and the blue sky was turning hues of orange and red. "It looks like it'll be night soon. We better find someplace to stay for the night. Come on, follow me. I think I saw a motel a while back. Looked cheap."
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"Umm. I guess I'm glad we just got the single bed," you said.
The E-Z Dreams Motel had plenty of vacancies when you and James arrived. To save money, you booked a room with a single bed for a few nights with the money that chubby armadillo gave you earlier in the day. James figured you both could easily share a bed considering how large motel beds are anyways.
You two had forgotten you were in Zaftig City.
The bed was massive, easily eight or nine feet in either direction. It was practically the centerpiece of the entire room. It was flanked on either side by nightstands with lamps on each. A TV stood opposite of the bed, and the room was furnished with a clean bathroom.
James leapt on to the bed, bouncing up and down. "Wow, this is the biggest bed I've seen!" he said.
"Yeah, well this town has some of the biggest furs that I've seen," you reply.
"True, true. I'm starving. Is pizza okay with you?"
"Yeah, I don't care what's on it. I'm too tired and hungry to care right now. I just want a hot shower and a meal right now."
James grabbed a phone book from nightstand. "Cool, I'll find a place."
"Alright, don't spend all our money! We got to make it last!"
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While you expected to take a nice, long shower, it got cut short as the bathroom was filled with the delicious odor of meat and cheese when the pizza arrived, and your stomach panged with hunger. You rinsed off, turned off the water, and shook yourself dry. Wrapping a towel around your waist, you exit the bathroom to get some food.
Sitting on your oversized bed were two pizza boxes, each holding a pizza around three feet in diameter. James was sitting cross-legged in front of one tearing into what had to be his third slice. His grey and white muzzle was stained with grease and tomato sauce.
"Dude!" you say, gesturing to the second pizza, "I thought you were going to get something cheap like a personal pizza! We can't splurge our money in food!"
James chopped down the rest of his slice. 'Relax. This is a personal pizza! I even asked the delivery guy if he screwed up our order or something. Apparently, that's how they make them here. And they were pretty cheap anyways. Now, sit your butt down and dig in to your pizza. It's really amazing! It tastes great! Oh! And I found a channel that's playing Knives of Justice 2! I love that movie!"
James was right; the pizza was absolutely amazing. Easily some of the best you've ever had. You two ate your respective pizzas in silence while watching the movie. Well, you ate in silence. The occasional burp and moan of pleasure escaped James as he practically inhaled his pizza with reckless abandon. His fur was stained with dots of red and grease and crumbs. His black shirt was balled up on the floor, so all the mess landed on James chest and noticably swollen belly.
When he was finished, James let out a low, rumbling belch. "God, that hit the spot..." he said as he lazily rubbed a paw against his pizza-filled gut. "Say what you will, but these fatties know how to make a good pizza..."
You had only eaten about two thirds of your pizza and you were already painfully full. And, unlike James, you were careful not to mess up your clean fur with sauce and grease. The food was great. But you didn't want to eat yourself to the point of vomiting. You closed up the box and laid back in bed noticing your own stuffed belly, though it was not as round and full as James'.
You watched the movie, but James eyed your remaining slices like the wolf he was. The pizza, you thought, would make a decent breakfast tomorrow. But it looks like James is really eagar for more.