FA+
Shop
527
Views
Views
10
Favorites
Favorites
Category
Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 1280
File Size 187.5 kB
Report this content
More from Yosh-E-O
Listed in Folders
STORY COMMISSION FOR:
Otter John
THEME IMAGE BY:
plinkie_poi
*** Part 1 of 3 ***
Jack felt both extremely nervous and very excited as he boarded the bus that would take him to the Kimberly Convention Center.
“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” he thought as he squeezed the straps of his backpack. The bus was more crowded than he ever remembered it ever being on a Saturday morning. The reason was likely the annual comic book convention that took place on the other side of the college town. Though this could just be the twenty year old, brown otter’s anxiety about what he was about to do.
“This works…,” he thought aloud upon coming to an empty seat that did not appear to have as many people sitting nearby. If he had been paying attention, Jack would have seen that many of those on the bus were around his age and proudly dressed up as familiar fictional characters who appeared across all forms of media platforms. Those who were not clad in a costume wore baggy, character-themed shirts along with denim shorts, or jeans. This made Jack’s hope of ‘blending in’ by wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki shorts backfire to wear, if he were genuinely paying attention, he would’ve noticed that he was the odd one out.
***
Jack, who was officially starting his junior year of college at Kimberly State University, took his smart phone from his pocket so that he could, yet again, read the series of text messages he had exchanged that lead him to board the bus.
KISSYFUR_72:
I’m glad you decided to join me at the comic convention this weekend. You seem like a very smart and talented fella who deserves to have himself a gosh golly good time.
LILPIXELMAKR:
You really think so?
KISSYFUR_72
I know so! *Hugs* And don’t you worry. I’ll be with you the whole time to make sure your very first convention experience is groovy to the max!
The aspiring software engineer couldn’t help but smile as he read all the silly words that his online friend had used during their most recent discussion. He was a bit familiar with them from old television shows he would watch with his parents, or his grandparents’. However such words would just earn you looks as if you had sprouted a second head if one were to say ‘golly’, ‘gee’, or even ‘groovy’ while carrying on a conversation on campus.
***
The bus had become packed to capacity by the time it had reached The Kimberly Convention Center. People were talking very loudly amongst themselves while also chanting quotes from a number of popular series from both the past and present. This would have bothered Jack if he did not have his noise cancelling headphones in. So he just continued to switch his attention from the window and his smart phone.
LILPIXELMAKR:
Are you sure you want to spend an entire day at the convention with a nobody like me?
KISSYFUR_72:
You really don’t think that much of yourself, Junior. That’s why I could not think of anyone more groovy to party with at the convention than you. Nobody should ever feel like they aren’t good enough to be a part of the creative arts community.
LILPIXELMAKR:
What about your friends who are hosting the panels and events? You are like the most popular artist and plushie maker in the community. How am I, having less than 10 followers, even deserve the time of day with you when I see how others who follow you, commission you, collaborate with you have thousands of fans?
KISSYFUR_72:
*Hugs* It seems like I will need to prove to you why you are just as, if not more, special than the other folks around these parts.
Jack thought on just how many times his online friend, whom he knew to be a husky-looking brown bear named Kenneth, worked to reinforce how he was deserving of his time and attention.
DING-DONG!
KSSHHTTT
The young otter was snapped from his thoughts as the bus driver announced they had reached the main entrance of the convention center.
AWOO-OOP-WOOP!
Jack had to cover his ears as everyone riding the bus took to their feet and cheered.
“You can do this,” he assured himself while working to put his backpack back on. “Kissyfur believes in you and you believe in him. He is going to be right where he said he’s going to be while wearing precisely what he said he’d be wearing. You can do this....”
As the bus had become all but empty, Jack got up from his seat, held his backpack straps tight, and made his way out to where he would meet his friend.
***
BOOF
SKISH
CLI-CLACK
OOMF
“Excuse me,” Jack said meekly as he bumped into yet another convention attendee. “Sorry.”
Things were not starting out well for the brown otter who, at around four feet in height, was dwarfed by many of the other people who were making their way into the growing registration line.
BWAP
BOOF
SCHLAP
The brown otter’s dark-colored eyes frantically searched for a clear path to the registration line. It was here that he was to call Kenneth so they could meet up and talk while Jack waited to get his badge and lanyard.
BOOF-BIFF
CLI-OP
“This was a bad idea.” He panicked as the combined noise and congestion of the crowd worked to raise his anxiety to the point he felt he would experience a genuine panic attack.
“Junior?” a voice asked in a way that broke through the distorted sound of the large crowd. “JUNIOR! OVER HERE!”
CLASP
YOINK
PUMPF
Jack’s heart skipped a beat as he felt two large hands grab him from behind and lift him from out of the wall of people he was currently pinned within.
“You alright, Junior?” questioned a tough-sounding individual who towered nearly two feet over Jack.
SMACK
PAT-PAT
“Shucks!” the tall man heartily remarked with a bit of a chuckle. “You look like a deer caught all up in the headlights.”
“…,” the cream-faced sea otter stood slack jawed as a burly paw repositioned his off-centered, black-framed glasses above his cold, wet nose.
The bear noticed Jack’s discomfort. So he bent down to better face the startled sea otter.
“Kenneth,” he said while gesturing towards himself. “I’m ‘KISSYFUR_72’.”
Jack felt his muscles relax as he allowed himself to take in the large bear before him. Kenneth was a lot bigger in person than he had ever expected him to be. He was also noticeably older, too. If it were not for the bear wearing the exact shirt that advertised his highly popular online comic series, Jack would have taken this very moment to run as far away from the convention center as his Velcro-strapped shoes would carry him.
“Kissyfur…?” he asked with a bit of uncertainty.
The bear smiled and patted one of his big paws upon the brown otter’s shoulder.
“That’s me!” he happily replied. He then reached into one of the large pocket’s of his cargo shorts to reveal a customized convention badge already hooked to a lanyard. “Figured I’d spring for you to come on down and see little old me well, on me.”
Jack was in awe as Kenneth slipped the lanyard around his neck.
“Thanks, mister!” he chirped as his silver-colored whiskers appeared to merrily flutter about.
“Gee, Junior,” blushed Kenneth before standing himself up and reaching down to hold Jack’s short and pudgy webbed hand. “There’s no need for such formalities between friends.”
Jack’s whiskers angled themselves upward to match the ear-to-ear smile he had grown across his face. He was blushing, but too lost in the amazing moment to care.
“Yeah…,” he replied as if he were in some kind of trance.
Kenneth gave a quick nod before ensuring he had a good grip on Jack’s webbed hand. The two then made their way past the registration line, showed their badges to the security guard, and entered into the hallowed halls of The Kimberley Convention Center.
Otter John
THEME IMAGE BY:
plinkie_poi*** Part 1 of 3 ***
Jack felt both extremely nervous and very excited as he boarded the bus that would take him to the Kimberly Convention Center.
“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” he thought as he squeezed the straps of his backpack. The bus was more crowded than he ever remembered it ever being on a Saturday morning. The reason was likely the annual comic book convention that took place on the other side of the college town. Though this could just be the twenty year old, brown otter’s anxiety about what he was about to do.
“This works…,” he thought aloud upon coming to an empty seat that did not appear to have as many people sitting nearby. If he had been paying attention, Jack would have seen that many of those on the bus were around his age and proudly dressed up as familiar fictional characters who appeared across all forms of media platforms. Those who were not clad in a costume wore baggy, character-themed shirts along with denim shorts, or jeans. This made Jack’s hope of ‘blending in’ by wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki shorts backfire to wear, if he were genuinely paying attention, he would’ve noticed that he was the odd one out.
***
Jack, who was officially starting his junior year of college at Kimberly State University, took his smart phone from his pocket so that he could, yet again, read the series of text messages he had exchanged that lead him to board the bus.
KISSYFUR_72:
I’m glad you decided to join me at the comic convention this weekend. You seem like a very smart and talented fella who deserves to have himself a gosh golly good time.
LILPIXELMAKR:
You really think so?
KISSYFUR_72
I know so! *Hugs* And don’t you worry. I’ll be with you the whole time to make sure your very first convention experience is groovy to the max!
The aspiring software engineer couldn’t help but smile as he read all the silly words that his online friend had used during their most recent discussion. He was a bit familiar with them from old television shows he would watch with his parents, or his grandparents’. However such words would just earn you looks as if you had sprouted a second head if one were to say ‘golly’, ‘gee’, or even ‘groovy’ while carrying on a conversation on campus.
***
The bus had become packed to capacity by the time it had reached The Kimberly Convention Center. People were talking very loudly amongst themselves while also chanting quotes from a number of popular series from both the past and present. This would have bothered Jack if he did not have his noise cancelling headphones in. So he just continued to switch his attention from the window and his smart phone.
LILPIXELMAKR:
Are you sure you want to spend an entire day at the convention with a nobody like me?
KISSYFUR_72:
You really don’t think that much of yourself, Junior. That’s why I could not think of anyone more groovy to party with at the convention than you. Nobody should ever feel like they aren’t good enough to be a part of the creative arts community.
LILPIXELMAKR:
What about your friends who are hosting the panels and events? You are like the most popular artist and plushie maker in the community. How am I, having less than 10 followers, even deserve the time of day with you when I see how others who follow you, commission you, collaborate with you have thousands of fans?
KISSYFUR_72:
*Hugs* It seems like I will need to prove to you why you are just as, if not more, special than the other folks around these parts.
Jack thought on just how many times his online friend, whom he knew to be a husky-looking brown bear named Kenneth, worked to reinforce how he was deserving of his time and attention.
DING-DONG!
KSSHHTTT
The young otter was snapped from his thoughts as the bus driver announced they had reached the main entrance of the convention center.
AWOO-OOP-WOOP!
Jack had to cover his ears as everyone riding the bus took to their feet and cheered.
“You can do this,” he assured himself while working to put his backpack back on. “Kissyfur believes in you and you believe in him. He is going to be right where he said he’s going to be while wearing precisely what he said he’d be wearing. You can do this....”
As the bus had become all but empty, Jack got up from his seat, held his backpack straps tight, and made his way out to where he would meet his friend.
***
BOOF
SKISH
CLI-CLACK
OOMF
“Excuse me,” Jack said meekly as he bumped into yet another convention attendee. “Sorry.”
Things were not starting out well for the brown otter who, at around four feet in height, was dwarfed by many of the other people who were making their way into the growing registration line.
BWAP
BOOF
SCHLAP
The brown otter’s dark-colored eyes frantically searched for a clear path to the registration line. It was here that he was to call Kenneth so they could meet up and talk while Jack waited to get his badge and lanyard.
BOOF-BIFF
CLI-OP
“This was a bad idea.” He panicked as the combined noise and congestion of the crowd worked to raise his anxiety to the point he felt he would experience a genuine panic attack.
“Junior?” a voice asked in a way that broke through the distorted sound of the large crowd. “JUNIOR! OVER HERE!”
CLASP
YOINK
PUMPF
Jack’s heart skipped a beat as he felt two large hands grab him from behind and lift him from out of the wall of people he was currently pinned within.
“You alright, Junior?” questioned a tough-sounding individual who towered nearly two feet over Jack.
SMACK
PAT-PAT
“Shucks!” the tall man heartily remarked with a bit of a chuckle. “You look like a deer caught all up in the headlights.”
“…,” the cream-faced sea otter stood slack jawed as a burly paw repositioned his off-centered, black-framed glasses above his cold, wet nose.
The bear noticed Jack’s discomfort. So he bent down to better face the startled sea otter.
“Kenneth,” he said while gesturing towards himself. “I’m ‘KISSYFUR_72’.”
Jack felt his muscles relax as he allowed himself to take in the large bear before him. Kenneth was a lot bigger in person than he had ever expected him to be. He was also noticeably older, too. If it were not for the bear wearing the exact shirt that advertised his highly popular online comic series, Jack would have taken this very moment to run as far away from the convention center as his Velcro-strapped shoes would carry him.
“Kissyfur…?” he asked with a bit of uncertainty.
The bear smiled and patted one of his big paws upon the brown otter’s shoulder.
“That’s me!” he happily replied. He then reached into one of the large pocket’s of his cargo shorts to reveal a customized convention badge already hooked to a lanyard. “Figured I’d spring for you to come on down and see little old me well, on me.”
Jack was in awe as Kenneth slipped the lanyard around his neck.
“Thanks, mister!” he chirped as his silver-colored whiskers appeared to merrily flutter about.
“Gee, Junior,” blushed Kenneth before standing himself up and reaching down to hold Jack’s short and pudgy webbed hand. “There’s no need for such formalities between friends.”
Jack’s whiskers angled themselves upward to match the ear-to-ear smile he had grown across his face. He was blushing, but too lost in the amazing moment to care.
“Yeah…,” he replied as if he were in some kind of trance.
Kenneth gave a quick nod before ensuring he had a good grip on Jack’s webbed hand. The two then made their way past the registration line, showed their badges to the security guard, and entered into the hallowed halls of The Kimberley Convention Center.
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 1280px
File Size 187.5 kB
Comments