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As a foreword to this upcoming tale I would like to quickly give a rundown of what readers should expect. Currently this story does not have any nudity/NSFW aspects to it, however these sorts of things may come into play at some point in the future and I will note it as such. From what I can tell, there are quite a few steamy hot sex stories currently available on this site. If that is what you are looking for in this tale, I'm sorry but at the moment you will have to look elsewhere. I felt like doing something a little different so this story will be mostly a Fur-based story and not a Fur-based Smut (Each has their own place and purpose and to be completely honest most of the Smut is way better than anything I could ever come up with)

This is my first story I have ever posted or shared publicly and as a result I'm sure it will be riddled with errors and incongruities. I ask that you please let me know if I have made any such glaring or obvious errors (preferably in a respectable manner) and I will do my best to remedy them in the future. The major plot points for this tale are planned out already and this story will come to an eventual end. That being said, there is a lot of space throughout so if you have any plot suggestions please feel free to let me know, I'd be more than happy to try and include them.

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-Furries

-Homosexual Relationships

-Heterosexual Relationships

-Gore (Both blood and Presidential Candidates)

-Sex (Of any kind)

-Abuse (Verbal, Physical and Emotional)

-The Color Blue (Whether it is Indigo, Teal or even Navy)

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Segment One: A New Beginning

"Good morning young Master Carlisle, are you just about ready to depart?" The tall well dressed badger asked as he entered the young man's room. Chester Carlisle, the fifteen year old English Foxhound was kneeling in front of his trunk, packing away the last few articles he would need for his school year.

"I'll be about five minutes more Arthur, I just want to take one last look around if you don't mind"

"Of course my young master, I shall go and call the carriage around and be back to fetch your luggage." He gave the boy a little bow and turned to walk through the open door.

"It's okay Arthur," the hound hurriedly replied, "I can handle it."

Arthur stopped and looked down at the lanky hound, barely five feet tall and no more than 120 pounds wet. He then turned his gaze to the large bulky oaken trunk, filled with clothing and personal affects it certainly weighed a minimum of sixty pounds in its present state. His eyes darted back and forth between the boy and the trunk for a few seconds, before a small smirk emerged on his muzzle.

"I'm sure you can, but I insist." He quickly darted out of the room to cut-off any possible retort from the young master.

Alone once again in his room, the hound looked around at his home. A large well decorated room with a very large bed in the middle. He was sad to see it go, even if it was just temporarily. He couldn't thank his grandfather enough for taking him in, but the events of this past few months still haunted him in the back of his mind. Fortunately it was all behind him now, and he was better off because of it.

As he closed the trunk the badger returned. Chester was always surprised at how helpful Arthur was, even though that is the purpose of a butler, to provide assistance and support the master. Still he always seemed to go above and beyond to make him feel at home.

Meanwhile in Arthur's mind, he was just glad to have caught the hound before he tried dragging the solid oak trunk across the inlay wood flooring of the manor. Five minutes of heavy lifting versus hours refinishing the floors was an easy decision to make.

They stepped out of onto the front landing of the manor, a small open-top automobile sat in front of the steps, idling on long circular driveway. Chester and Arthur both walked to the vehicle, each of them holding onto a handle from either side of the trunk. Arthur had tried to take the entire thing, but the young hound adamantly refused.

Chester struggled to keep his balance as they headed down the broad stairs towards the back seat of the auto. They placed the trunk across rear seating bench and the hound stepped back to let the badger tie the trunk down. As Arthur secured the luggage with a rope, Chester took the time to look back at the estate that he now called his home.

The large grey three story stone manor house, sat on an acreage. Fields of well kept grass and flowers surrounded his home for a great distance on three sides, before eventually yielding to woodlands. The servants quarters and workshop stood directly behind the manor about a quarter mile away, out of view from the front driveway. In between the two lay a beautiful garden and patio, with several gazebos milling about the yard and its intricate cobblestone pathways. A dense conifer forest bordered the manor's fields and gardens, while a multitude of wildlife life inhabited the remote and rural area.

About two miles back though the forest sat Lake Llyleford, a smallish lake about a half mile across at its widest point. However, the lake was in the shape of a bean, so one never found themselves too far from shore. All of the lake and surrounding woods were part of the estate of Wessington Downs, along with countless other acres of adjacent land. The sole owner of this vast property was Chester's Grandfather.

"Well young master, are we ready to depart? We most certainly do not want to be late" The badger smiled at him from the front seat as he put on his leather driving gloves and goggles. Chester hopped in the bench next to Arthur and put on the goggles that the badger handed to him.

With a few choppy jolts and a half dozen loud bangs, they set off down the driveway, black and grey smoke puffing out behind them.

They passed a few farmers and towns folk out for a stroll on this beautiful August morning. Every person they saw on the road waved to them, Arthur responding in kind with a few quick honks from the horn. The only person who owned a vehicle in this area was Chester's grandfather, and he was well respected by the locals.

Chester's ears flopped around in the breeze as the open-top car motored down the country road. He let his tongue hang out the side and smiled, he hadn't been this happy in a long time. Arthur glanced over and chuckled a bit at the appearance of the young master. Not a refined gentleman at all, very much like his grandfather.

The auto puttered down the road, black smoke puffing out the back, and the engine back fired every so often. It nearly managed to make it to 30 mph, but these rough uneven roads didn't have the straightaways required to hit those sorts of speeds with frequency.

The journey to the train station lasted nearly half an hour but eventually came to an end. Arthur pulled off the road next to the raised stone platform. He turned off the engine, got out and began untying the trunk on the back bench.

Chester took off his goggles before getting out of the car and stretching. The bumpy ride hurt his back but riding in an automobile was a rare treat, and well worth a little discomfort.

As Arthur took the trunk out and began walking towards the platform stairs, Chester quickly jogged over and intercepted him.

"Here let me take an end" as he grabbed a handle, his hand next to Arthur's.

"It's quite alright young master" The badger replied, but Chester's grip was firm. He looked down at the smaller dog, and saw the look on his face, the famous Carlisle look. It was the same stubborn expression passed down from generation to generation, the young master's grandfather used it more often than he would like as it disrupted the flow of Servant/Master relations, for a master should not be getting his hands dirtied with laborious tasks.

The definition of the look now emanating from the small dog was simple. "While you may be able win this argument if you want too, it will take so much time and effort that you may as well just give in now and we can put the whole thing behind us." Arthur softly sighed and relinquished his grip on the handle, and together they walked up onto the platform.

A small ticket agent sat in a very small booth of to the side in the middle of the station. This was a small rural stop, serviced only twice a day by a local train. First in the late morning and second in the early evening. They were aiming for the morning service, which was expected to arrive within ten minutes or so. Nobody else was on the platform save for an old Hound who was currently conversing with the booth's agent.

"Master Theodore," the badger boomed "I was not expecting to see you here!" Secretly though the badger had fully anticipated that the Foxhound was going to meet them here to see his grandson off.

The old hound smiled and replied with a big grin on his wrinkled face. "Did you really think I would miss seeing my only grandson off to school? Why it'll be Christmas before I get to see him again."

Chester's tail wagged excitedly at this sudden turn of events, and as soon as he and Arthur set down his trunk, he ran over and embraced his grandfather.

"Thanks for coming Grandpa, and t..t..thanks for everything this y..y..year." the boy began to tear up as his words came out in an ever increasingly garbled mess.

Theodore held his grandson tight, and did his best to comfort him.

"Think and say nothing more about it." The old dog slowly got down on one knee, took the pup's paws in his hands and looked up into the brown eyes of the now heavily sobbing boy.

"You are my grandson and it's my job to make sure that you are safe and that you are happy. So don't you worry about a thing, it's all been taken care of."

Chester looked down at the kind old dog and embraced him again.

"I love you Grandpa."

"I love you too Chester."

It wasn't long before the shrill sound of a train echoed through the hills. A large cloud of smoke and steam announced the incoming train.

"Young master a moment please."

Chester looked up at the badger and found his face immediately assaulted by a white silken handkerchief.

"We simply cannot have the young master show up to a new school looking like an emotional hoodlum now can we."

He wiped his eyes and nose, cleaning away the traces of tears along with some spattered bugs and debris that found their way into his fur during their bumpy ride to the station.

The young hound smiled but didn't resist the onslaught. The ticket agent chuckled as he picked up Chester's trunk, preparing to load it onto the train.

The steam engine entered the station, and the smell of smoke wafted over the platform. Three passenger carriages along with a luggage/cargo wagon accompanied the small tender-less engine at the front. As the train came to a stop the boy reached forward and opened the door to the forward carriage. He turned around and waved goodbye to his family.

"Remember to write, I expect at least a letter a month." exclaimed his Grandfather.

"That, young master would be at minimum, once per fortnight is a preferred schedule." added Arthur

The shrill whistle pierced the air, announcing the imminent departure of the locomotive, and within a few seconds and a shudder it did just that. Chester waved for a few moments before turning around and began his search for an open compartment.

It didn't take long, in fact the first compartment he went to was vacant. He immediately sat down next to the window and let the rolling landscapes along with the gentle rocking of the train ease his mind.

Only an hour to his first transfer, then four to his next, before finally another two to his destination. It had been a long and tiring journey but as the train pulled into his final destination he found himself wide awake and nervous for what lay ahead.

As the carriage slowed to a crawl, the whole train seemed to get up in preparation to disembark. The station itself was only for the students and staff of the St. Marcus-Whetherford Academy for Young Males, a boarding school for both primary and secondary education. A somewhat unique, and fairly well thought out rule was having all new students arrive one day prior to the returning alumni. This allowed an easier time in organizing and placing new students in their dormitories. The downside to this was that most new students are young, quite young. Five to six years of age and generally one finds that persons of that age are loud and require copious amounts of supervision.

Thankfully the platform was full of professors and other staff and the train was scheduled to stop at the station for around twenty minutes, giving ample time to ensure that everyone arrives safely. As he walked out onto the large stone platform Chester noted the swarms of young furs around him.

Each class year at the academy is about sixty persons, which meant that he was surrounded by sixty juvenile furs all swarming around him and a handful of others who, like himself, transferred into a higher year.

A large stocky bulldog with glasses immediately beckoned him down to the end of the platform. As he walked towards the end he heard a booming voice.

"Your luggage will be taken care of, first years come to me, transfer students, please head down to the far end."

He grouped up with the other older furs around a tall and slender male otter wearing a professors uniform. There were only about ten or so other furs and from the looks of it he was the oldest, by a large margin as well.

"Just give us a few more moments and we will be off" said the otter. He eyed the students up and began checking off names on his sheet.

A few moments later a loud whistle came from a large doberman at the far side of the platform, he waved for a moment before returning to the young children queuing up around him.

"That's our signal, please follow me" The otter turned around and the assortment of furs followed closely behind. Two small white rabbits, five dogs of various breeds (Chester included), two deer and a bear. All of which were at least four years younger and a foot shorter than him.

They headed towards the looming four story building that was the focal point of the school. A long shrill whistle pierced the night, announcing the departure of the train. Nobody spoke during the ten minute walk to the main entrance, each of them tired and nervous from their long journey.

"We're going to head straight to the staff dining room where you can all enjoy a meal while we go over the placement and rules of the school. I'm assuming nobody here has eaten dinner yet?" The otter briefly looked around at the young furs, each of which shook their heads no.

"Excellent, the schools catering staff are quite talented and we pride ourselves on accommodating a wide variety of diets. Everything from "dainty vegetarian", gesturing at one of the small rabbits who immediately blushed and looked away with the attention. "To ravenous carnivore" pointing to a small Pomeranian pup, no older than eight years of age. The pup gave a playful growl which elicited a chuckle from everyone else in the group.

With the silence now broken, they all entered small dining hall.

Chester laid on his bed in his dormitory, the room felt so large and empty, but he knew it wouldn't last. Sturdy solid oak bunk beds were placed in smaller side dormitories that flanked a long wide corridor. With four beds to a room, this meant eight furs per dorm. The space was more than adequate to handle the bodies, but as with other schools, privacy was virtually non-existent. More than a dozen small shower and washrooms were placed on one end of the building and were the only truly private place that someone could have.

Each year had their own barracks, and as he had figured earlier, he was the oldest transfer coming into the school which meant that he had the entire building to himself, for tonight at least. Each barracks also had several private rooms for the professors, so they could act as an over watch to the younger furs. However from the look of the rooms as he walked by them, they were currently uninhabited.

Breakfast began at seven sharp, classes start at eight thirty and finally lights out at nine-thirty in the evening. All the other rules were the same as every other school of his and mostly followed common sense.

Chester took out his sleeping attire from his trunk and quietly changed into it. He chose the bottom bunk next to where his trunk was left by the school staff. He tended to toss and turn at night, meaning he was less both likely to interrupt his bunk mate and more importantly less likely to fall off at night injuring himself by choosing to sleep on the lower tier.

As he lay on top of his bed, he nervously thought about how much his grandfather must have paid to place him here. Chester knew he had to find a way to repay his kindness, his first task on his road to repayment was to succeed academically. He will not waste the chance given to him. Chester smiled thinking about the old hound and all their adventures this past summer before gently falling into a deep slumber.

Chester shot up, awakened by the nearly deafening sound of a bell ringing through the dormitory. He looked out the window into the early morning light illuminating the grassed area between the barracks. He settled back down on his bed, the ringing of the bell subsiding, both in the room and in his head.

"Well at least I won't have to worry about sleeping in" he muttered to himself.

He took a few moments to stretch out, and readied himself for the day. Despite this bed being smaller than the one at his grandfathers, he didn't really notice too much of a difference. Overall the mattress was firmer, but the bedding was relatively comfortable. After a week or so, he was sure he would be sleeping as soundly as back home.

He yawned as he slowly got to his feet and began to change from a pair of sleeping shorts and a loose shirt, into his formal school uniform. It had been a while since he had to tie a Windsor knot but after ten years of boarding school it was second nature. The emerald green and black wool shirt was accented by a nice black vest. Wool shorts were the choice for the warm months or trousers when summer slipped into fall and finally winter.

Eventually he made his way to the main dining hall, passing by a handful of students in the courtyard between the dorms and the main building.

As he made his way through the corridors in the central building he passed by the large black and white photographs of previous years graduating classes. The class of 1913 hung in a prominent position in the corridor, due to it being the previous years graduates.

The hound entered through a pair of massive engraved oaken doors and into the dining area. The room he was presented with was enormous. It easily had enough space to comfortably fit the entire school and administration into. A multitude of tables each seating between twenty and sixty were spread across the hall. Meals would be placed on serving dishes down the length of the centre of each table. However due to the limited students currently in the school, only a handful of places were set.

Chester walked over and sat at an empty seat and began to fill his plate, only around ten others were in the dining room, scattered around the hall. More furs slowly began to file in as time went on, but the immediate seats around him remained empty. Most of the similar aged groups stuck together, and with the vast majority of the pupils currently in their first year, this meant he was quite alone, at least for the time being.

He ate quickly and quietly, taking in his surrounds. Some of the professors had arrived and were eating off to the side at a small table. The rest of the personnel must be eating in the staff hall.

Half an hour passed before all of the students had finally filed in, taken their seats and eaten their fill.

A large collie walked in, and proceeded to the head of the hall. Cleared his throat loudly to silence the room and began to speak.

"Good morning students. I am your headmaster, Mr. Tallyn. It's nice to see so many new faces here this year and I wish you good studies and luck with your upcoming endeavors. Now I'm going to keep this mornings announcements brief as the remaining student body will start arriving shortly. I would like everyone to locate their adviser from last night and they shall take you on a tour of the grounds. The point of today is to feel comfortable with your new surrounds and find out where your classes will be held. In addition, each of your advisers have a copy of your class schedules and will aid you in locating each room." The dog paused for a moment and took a sweeping glance around the room.

"This will be a good year, I'm sure of it" and with that he sauntered off and out the hall.

Chester saw the otter from last night in a far corner of the room and stood up to start the day.

The tour itself took about two hours, most of which was in the large main building. The dining hall took up a huge section of the main floor with most of the remaining space filled with the library and study areas. Classrooms were mainly found on the second and third floors followed by predominately offices on the top. The gymnasium and pool facilities were set in a few large buildings behind the rows of barracks. Further behind this lay a multitude of sporting pitches, ranging from football to cricket along with ample space for track and field events. There were several other smaller buildings dotted around the campus, however most of these were support structures with only a handful of backup classrooms used mostly for storage.

After the tour his adviser, Professor Robertson, handed out their class schedules. The group took nearly another two hours revisiting locations to familiarize themselves with their assigned classrooms. To Chester the layout was very straightforward, but to younger furs it could easily be quite overwhelming. In addition Prof. Robertson took them to the biological conservatory and outdoor amphitheater. They were set far off to the side of the campus near the woodlands, a solid fifteen minute walk from the main building.

By the time all was said and done, lunch had been served and was past being cold. Normally the meal would have been cleared off of the tables by now, but as the other staff did not see the otter's group return, they kept out a selection of food.

Lunch consisted of roast chicken sandwiches (now cold) and was served with gravy (also cold) and mashed potatoes (amazingly they were cold as well!). For the vegetarian furs, sliced raw vegetables (which had now become lukewarm and somewhat soggy in the summer heat) and buns with marmalade or variety of fruit jams were available.

Chester ate what he could of the mediocre meal and was dismissed for the afternoon. Many returning students had already begun to arrive as the railway provided extra service on the first and final days of the semester. He decided he would to head to his dorm, and hoped he would finally get the chance to meet some furs his own age.

A handful of students were visible, loitering in the main barracks corridor. Although with the volume of noise emanating from further down in the building, he suspected that quite a few people were already unpacking in their respective dormitories.

Chester entered his shared room, it was the third on left off from the courtyard entrance. The sight that met his eyes shocked him and immediately sent him into a rage.

"What are you doing with my things!" He yelled with such ferocity that he surprised even himself.

Most of the hounds' possessions were spread across the floor of the room. Six other dogs were holding a variety of his other personal affects including his sketchbook, several novels, a few notepads and a little gold pocket watch his grandfather gave him.

The six dogs froze in place for a moment, staring at the Foxhound, startled by the sudden outburst.

The silence was quickly broken by a tall and thin German Shepard

"Who are you and what makes you think you can stay in this room?" The tinge of a Prussian accent made the Shepherd sound rather intimidating.

The dog pointed around at his companions. Two shorter but stocky Bulldogs, a tall border collie with a beautiful coat, a short blue eyed corgi with a rather surprised look on his face, a golden retriever with big brown eyes and a goofy grin on his muzzle and finally a tall muscular pit-bull, whose cheeks were turned up in a snarl.

"We've all been living together since first year, and you think you can just barge in here, take any bed you want, and start barking at us?"

The shepherd closed in on Chester while the Pit Bull maneuvered behind him blocking the door.

It was the foxhound's turn to freeze in place. The confrontation caught him completely off guard.

"M...m...my trunk was p..p..put in here, I thought that meant this was where I was staying" He looked up wide-eyed at the German Shepherd now looming over him. The dog was at least six inches taller than him, and Chester began to feel quite small in the room full of large furs.

The shepherd put out a single finger and poked the smaller hound square in the chest.

"You think you get to be the one making that decision? You think you get to waltz in and..." the loud bang of a door closing cut the shepherd off. He looked up past the pit-bull to see the new entrant.

"Oi, is that the wanker who thinks he can take Charlie's bed?"

The pit bull stepped to the side revealing a tall grey kangaroo who immediately walked up behind Chester.

"Charlie's been here since day one and you think that some new guy off the street can walk in and take his spot? Mate, who do you think you are?"

The kangaroo grabbed the foxhound by the shoulders and spun him around, face to face with the Roo.

The still frightened foxhound looked up at the grey figure staring down at him. The well built Roo was a good five inches taller and had at least fifty pounds on him.

"M...My trunk was..." was all he could get out before being interrupted by the Roo once more.

"So your trunk was there mate, so ya thought that ya could take poor Charlie's spot. Did ya even consider that someone else would be stayin' here already?" the kangaroo jabbed him in the chest with his figure repeatedly.

Chester struggled to comprehend what was going on between the jabs to the chest and the rapid onslaught of words spewing out of the Roo's mouth. The thick accent the Roo also had could only make matters worse.

"Ya think your all high and mighty now, off at a new school makin' friends, sleeping in any old spot that ya fancy. Did ya think that because ya plan to share a room us that'll mean we'll be friends? Well if you think that then your sadly mistaken pal. I don't know ya, and there's no way I'm sharin' a bunk with some random stranger off the street."

With each word the Roo jabbed the hound in the chest and slowly leaned towards him, a scowl growing on his face. The end result was the hound being pushed back into the shepherd standing behind him. The Roo was now level eye to eye with the smaller hound.

"So ya got anythin' to say for yourself" the Roo asked, their muzzles inches away from each other.

"I...uh, but...uh" Chester looked straight into the dark brown eyes of the Roo. He found himself unable to form a coherent sentence and his eyes began to water up.

The jumble of words from the dog's mouth appeared to agitate the Roo even more. His eyebrows furrowed and he pressed his nose right to the dogs', his unblinking eyes never breaking contact with Chester.

"Mate, this is your last chance, we can either do it the easy way or the hard, and by god if we have to do it the hard way before classes even start, then boy I'm tellin' ya it's going to be a long year." the final few words out the Roo's mouth were through gritted and bared teeth.

"B..but.....m...my" were the only things things that the came out of the hounds mouth, and they were a whimper at most.

"Mate you had your chance" and with this kangaroo took half a step back and stood straight up. He immediately raised his right fist ready to strike the hound.

Chester closed his eyes and flinched, doing his best to to try and lessen the incoming blow with his arms. But with the Shepherd behind him, he did not have the room to properly parry such an attack.

And there he waited, tears streaming down his face, his arms up to protect his head.

And he waited...

and waited...

and waited...

After ten seconds of silence he slowly opened his eyes, his arms still up to protect his head.

In front of him stood the tall kangaroo, with a big goofy grin on his face. His right arm outstretched ready to shake the hound's hand.

"My names Emerett, pleased to make your acquaintance" The exotic accent had vanished, and the Roo spoke perfect Queen's English.

And with that simple phrase the whole room broke out in laughter. One of the bulldog's fell back on a bed, holding his chest and the pit-bull was leaned over, supporting himself with his hands on his thighs. Tears began to stream down the faces of several of the dogs as they rolled around, lavishing from their antics.

Chester stood frozen in place, while the dogs laughed around him. The kangaroo slowly grabbed one of his paws, still up at his head.

"My names Emerett, pleased to make your acquaintance" this time a little slower, and all the while slowly shaking the dogs hand.

"C..Chester" was the only thing that would come out of his muzzle.

"Well now that I know ya Chester, I guess we're bunk mates." He quickly put the dog in a loose headlock and ruffled the fur on the top of his head before turned him to face the shepherd. The German Shepherd made a trio of quick fake punches to the foxhounds gut before reaching out and grabbing the foxhound's hand.

"Gustav, pleasure to meet you Chester."

He shook the dog's limp hand for a few moments before letting it fall to his side.

Emerett spun the dog around to face the others, before releasing his headlock on the dog. His hands moved back to Chester's shoulders.

"Francois" he said, stretching an arm out in front of Chester and pointed to the Border Collie, who was now wiping tears off of his face.

"Vincent" beckoning to the corgi, who had fully regained his composure and smiled. Giving the hound a small bow.

"Edward" The golden retriever chuckled at the sound of his name.

"George" The bulldog on the bed sat up, trying to regain his composure, but failed miserably.

"This Greek god is Leopold" The pit bull struck a Zeus-like pose at the sound of his name.

"And finally, the catalyst for this great introduction, Charlie"

The bulldog not rolling on the bed looked down and smiled sheepishly, while he rubbed his neck nervously.

"I..I'm sorry. I wanted to put up a photograph of my family across from my bed so I could see it when I was laying down. I sort of used your trunk as a stool, but..." he trailed off

"He's not very...coordinated" said Gustav the German Sheperd

"Or graceful" continued Vincent the Corgi

"I sort of slipped off and knocked your trunk over. We were trying to put all your belongings back in when you walked in and surprised us. We knew Emilio wasn't coming back this year so we thought we could give the new guy a surprising introduction."

Gustav picked up where the bully left off.

"It was Emerett's idea, but we never expected you so suddenly. And with him momentarily preoccupied..."

"He was takin' a piss" interrupted Leopold, chuckling as the words came out of his mouth.

"So I sort of had to take the lead"

"Smashing success, both you and Emerett were quite intimidating." piped Vincent.

"I agree with you on Emerett, however I was struggling. My only saving grace is the slight accent provided to me by my heritage. Germanic tones are always much more harsh. Anyways welcome to the group!"

"Welcome!" the whole group cried aloud.

With that the dogs went back to picking up the remainders of Chester's belongings. Emerett stood behind him hands on his shoulders, slowly massaging them.

"This is going to be a good year"

Within five minutes the room was once again organized, Chester however had not moved from his spot nor said a word since his initial introduction. His eyes still wide trying to process the odd series of events that had just unfolded.

Only half taking in the conversations going on around him, he felt a tug on his arm, jerking him back to reality.

"Come on, we'll show you around" The Roo tugged him a few times before heading out the door with the rest of the group, leaving Chester alone in the centre of the room.

He came to the realization that if this was the sort of shenanigans his roommates pulled before school had even started, this was likely going to end up being a long year.

"Come on mate, you're sort of slow aren't ya" Emerett said, poking his head into the room from the corridor before disappearing once again.

He held his paw to his forehead and closed his eyes. He knew this Roo was going to be trouble.

End of Segment One

Thank you for taking the time to read this, or scroll to the bottom of the page. Either way I would like to personally thank you for it. I would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism on the work and if you have have any ideas for plot that you would like to see in the upcoming segments, please let me know. Also if anyone happens to know how remove the double line spacing that seems to get put in, I would like to know. Thanks again and have a wonderful day.