User:MatthiasRat/Not Quite Alone
 | [[:Category:Paradise|Paradise]] story universe |
[[Setting::Paradise| ]]
{{#if:Work in progress.png|}} | This story is a work in progress. |
{{#ifeq:User|Help||}}
{{#if:Nuvola apps bookcase.png|}} | Works by MatthiasRat on Shifti |
This is the third story of Christopher's life in the Paradise setting. New material will be added to the end unless otherwise noted.
{{#ifeq: User |User| Not Quite Alone | Not Quite Alone}}[[Title::{{#ifeq: User |User| Not Quite Alone | Not Quite Alone}}| ]]
{{#ifeq: | |
{{#ifeq: {{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}} | |
{{#ifeq: {{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}} | ||
Author: [[User:{{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}}|{{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}}]] [[Author::{{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}}| ]]
}} |
{{#ifeq: {{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}} | |
Author: {{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}} |
Author: [[User:{{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}}|{{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}}]] [[Author::{{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}}| ]]
}}
}} |
{{#ifeq: {{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}} | |
{{#ifeq: {{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}} | | Authors: ' |
Authors: [[User:{{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}}|{{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}}]]
}} |
{{#ifeq: {{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}} | |
Authors: {{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}} |
Author: [[User:{{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}}|{{#ifeq: User |User| MatthiasRat | MatthiasRat}}]]
}}
}}
}} {{#if:| — see [[:Category:{{{category}}}|other works by this author]]}}
Friday nights, the furry club of Virginia Tech, known as SOAP, met to play games, chat, and in general have a good time. Christopher loved the camaraderie, even if he still had to be careful. High-fiving his friends often ran the risk of severe laceration, or at least really sore palms. He chuckled under his breath as he rembered the way Rob had cradled his paw that first night a little over month ago.
SOAP met in Squires on campus, and most of the others would drive and park wherever they could find a spot. Not so Christopher, who walked from his apartment down Tom's Creek all the way to campus. Not only did he hate finding a parking spot on campus, but he hated having to squeeze his three-hundred pound ursine body into his Saturn. Besides, wearing a v-neck shirt with wide collar and shorts, the brisk evening air felt good. It would be even better when he walked home after the sun had set.
Despite his bulk, especially around his middle, his bear body seemed quite able to handle the hike without feeling any exhaustion. He panted some, but not enough to feel self-conscious. He hadn't even bothered with a bra. It was too nice to worry about his breasts jostling around.
So early in the academic year, the campus was still busy at that hour. Cars circled the Drillfield, and he saw a ROTC squad jogging in formation and identical clothes. Past the War Memorial Chapel he could see a group of students throwing frisbees and footballs. The leaves hadn't begun changing colors yet, but they would in a month. Christopher weaved his way through several groups of students as he made his way down to the arch. As he passed beneath the most recent architectural addition to the campus, he saw Rob pulling up. Nick was with him.
"Hey Chris," Nick called, waving as he climbed out of the car. "Did you walk again?"
"I love walking," Christopher replied, smiling. "It's only twnety minutes, and it's good exercise."
Nick chuckled. "It doesn't appear to be helping."
The bear patted his belly and shrugged. "Winter hibernation, you know?"
"So you're serious about this bear thing?"
"Yeah, Chris is very serious about that," Rob said as he slammed his door shut, backpack hanging from one shoulder. The skunk grinned, short little fangs poking out from behind his lips. "You've seen the way sh... he's been eating lately."
Christopher glared at Rob. The skunk had barely caught himself this time. He was the only one who knew the bear was really female. Well, him and this bull character who'd contacted them two weeks ago. The initial excitement had worn off after a few days. Now it had settled into a vague impatience. The bull, who'd never identified himself by name, had not contacted them again after that first night. He'd instructed them to wait, promising them that he would bring them into the know, and now nothing. Christopher had tried calling three times the number he'd given Rob, but the line had gone dead.
"Yes I have!" Nick said. "We're going to have to start buying twice as much whenever you come over."
"Sorry about that," Christopher replied, even as the three of them turned towards the doors at the rear end of Squires. "I've just been so hungry lately. And Rob is a good cook. Hard to resist having thirds and fourths!"
Squires was the main student center at Virginia Tech. It had convention space, offices for various clubs, a few fast food joints, an eight lane bowling alley, pool tables and arcade games, music pracitce rooms, display cases featuring trophies or snatches of Tech history, and even a dance hall. The three of them climbed to the third floor. Here they found the small meeting room in which SOAP took place, far removed from the regular Squires activity.
Trevor and Brett were already there, as well as Patrick, Audrey, and two of the new members of SOAP.
{{#if:k|{{#if:Work in Progress|
Work in Progress 
|
}}|
}}