FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A small author's note this time - this story is not told in chronological order, and hence events from various periods in Jimmy's life can happen in subsequent chapters. Don't mind this, it's how this story works :P Have a fun read!

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It started with a big HIIIIIIIIII!

There was this funny girl, lol, a sheep of all things, wearing one of those ugly reggae hats or whatever you called them (no dreadlocks, lol), carrying this huge bag on her shoulder, and generally looking like the goofy college girl she was, I thought, as she tugged one sleeve and looked up to me from about a foot and half below my eye level. My ears perked curiously.

"HIIIIIIIIII!"

Well...enthusiastic much?

"Hello?" I questioned, trying not to sound like a mad psycho bodybuilder, despite my big as a house looks.

Heheh.

"Hi, could I talk with the fur in charge here, please?" the sheep spoke in a quick, sing-song voice with just a hint of a bray, of course.

"Well that'd be me for the moment," I replied, knowing that the boss had went out on an errand and leaving me to manage the place...not expecting smoldering ruins, I hoped.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

Now she was definitely braying.

"How can I help you?" I asked. She didn't have a coffee with her, so I suspected that she didn't want to see the manager because her soy frappuchino was lacking of milk-like milk substitute foam or "can't believe it's not chocolate" chocolate crumbs.

"Well...." her paws disappeared under the lid of that bag of hers, then opening the flap, and she pulled out her pad and tapped the screen a couple of times, "we've got this event coming up and I was wondering if you could put this announcement onto your wall so that the customers can see it, maybe?"

She finished her tapping and then held out the pad for me to see, so that I could read the text without much of a squint.

DAWSON BAY GAYS AND FRIENDS SOCIETY

INVITES EVERYONE

TO

OUR BIG BEACH PARTY

ON THE 12TH OF MAY

18:00 -

PARTY GAMES, MUSIC, FUN!

MEET AND GREET NEW FRIENDS!

NO AGE LIMIT!

OUR PARTY IS ALCOHOL AND SUBSTANCE FREE!

I read the whole thing quickly while the sheep held the pad, and I held the corner, too, so we kinda shared it until I was done, and then gave her a look.

"Yeah, sure," I said, "we're always happy to display ads for local events."

"That's GRRREAT!"

Oh, dear...

"Let's go and see where we can put this," I said.

"Oh thank you so much!"

I took her over to the wall, so to speak, where the flat surface projection took over from the bricks and included all the slowly floating digital ads pinned onto it. I studied the wall for a while to consider where to best put the ad.

"Hmmm...here, I think..." I pressed my fingers against the virtual surface and pushed an old book club ad to the left and a "WANT TO RENT A CAR" announcement to the right to make room for a new ad. "Let's just put it here..."

It was only a matter of seconds, really, to interface the pad with the wifi on the wall, and soon, with a little shimmer, the beach party ad appeared on its newly appointed spot. I dragged the corners to make it a bit bigger, since there was plenty of room on the wall, and once I was happy enough with it, I stepped back.

"This alright?" I asked the little sheep.

"Oh it's GRRREAT!" she hopped up and down. "Thank you so much!"

"Heheh," I said.

"Thanks a bunch, dude!"

Funny to be called a dude by someone over 10 years my junior...the cheek these kids had nowadays...and I wasn't a kid...

And she left without ordering a coffee!!

*grumble*

Bah. She disappeared without a trace, but the ad was there. I often saw it, sweeping the floor or tending the tables, simply because it was there, floating and shining and generally just being there. I didn't pay that much attention to it, really, I mean, simply because I was gay, why should I be interested in everything related to it, huh? Just because there was an ad for a gay party - and one without booze, for that, which meant that it was going to suck, too, lol, so why should it matter? I was through with any kind of parties. I just hadn't really felt like anything for such a long time. A beach barbeque with a couple of old queens and a few lesbians smooching on the sand wasn't going to jumpstart any party modes on this lion, lol.

It was a smart, ad, though, gotta give that for the sheep. It had a countdown app installed, one that told you how many days were left to the party, so I could kinda keep track of it, so that in the end, it said that the beach party was TOMORROW!!! I happened to glance at it while I was doing my usual sweep of the café floor, and again I gave it a derisive snort. Whatever.

"Hey, can I get a refill?"

And of course they could.

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Dunno what kind of an attack of psychosis it was, or whatever, but I found myself sweating on that stupid beach, wearing a sweat-damp T-shirt and sunglasses and shorts and surveying the vista of gentle waves hitting the sandy shore, and with a couple of bear cubs running through it, giggling like mad, while their parents, a gay bear couple, observed from a safe "I can snatch them before the sharks appear" distance on the beach, clad in identical Hawaii shirts. The abundance of couples in general was easily noticeable, too...all those furs paw in paw...some with kids...some opposite sex couples with kids... guess the "friends" part wasn't just a hopeful addition to the name of whatever organization arranged this thing...

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!"

OMG, lol.

It was the sheep alright, looking as "out there" as before, of course, bouncing to me on her hooves and generally looking like she was being chased by a big bad wolf.

"Hi."

"Aren't you the guy from Starbucks?"

"Just thought I'd check this out," I mumbled.

She gave me one of those "damn that's a hot gay guy" looks and clapped her paws together.

"Well come on, there's plenty to drink and eat here, and many furs to meet! We're gonna start playing volleyball soon, and there's Frisbee and football and the sea's great and we've got a lifeguard standing by so it's safe to go swimming too!"

I couldn't help it, I was being tugged from the sidelines into the throng of furs surrounding the food service area, and there seemed to be no resisting this girl.

"I'll...check it out, "I said.

Soon enough, I had a can of Coke and a paper plate with all sorts of barbequed things on it, and there was a little girl crying and asking for mom or other mom, and no mom in sight, either, and I got a chili sauce stain on my paw and with no paper towel in sight...

Yup, just like one of those barbeques mom and dad used to throw in our backyard, though the number of queer guests was likely a bit bigger here, lol. Bet they wouldn't like it here...all these furs laughing and flicking their limp wrists...guys with bags that looked suspiciously like those my grandmother always uses...big and enough to carry everything a lady needs. Guess they could also carry what a gentleman needs...not a single hip flask in sight, though. Poo. This party was drier than the sand under my paws.

So, I did feel a bit out of place. This really seemed more like a rainbow family thing, rather than anything else...hell...there were rainbow _grandparents_here, even...proudly overseeing the antics of their heterosexual brood...what was I going to think? I was of wrong age and wrong marital status here...but then, I guess, you needed a place for those who just didn't go around the scene looking for a quick fuck...I was through with that. Guess this was quite, now that I thought about it...not needing to swagger around and wave your ass all the time. The waves here were gentle and sloshing against the ankles of happy couples wandering near the waterline.

So idyllic, lol.

At least he food was nice enough. And there was plenty, and you only had to pay a few bucks. Sure beat microwaving stuff at home...

"You mind passing me a Sprite from that cooler?"

Hmm...guess I'd been stuck near the drink section, I realized, as my tail smacked against something solid...a cooler, yes, a big one with an internal battery or a fuel cell, I guess, to keep it running....well, lol, cold.

The speaker was a snow leopard, whose furs were probably even more uncomfortable than mine in this heat, standing there like he was, T-shirt, cap and shorts. He seemed like a slim dude, though, under all that thick spotted fur. He had a paper plate and a plastic fork in one paw, while the other was scratching his belly. Maybe around my age, or a bit younger. I wasn't too sure. It was a bit hard to tell sometimes. Not a twink, though, nor a daddy, if you had to think about it on those terms, lol.

"Sure, man," I smiled as I turned and singled out the desired beverage from the cooler. He stepped closer and took the can from me, and smiled back.

"Thanks."

He used his teeth to open it, which I noted with amusement, and then took a big gulp of the soda before he let out a deep "ahhh" of satisfaction at the cooling effect.

"Really needed that," he said, "sweating so damn much."

"Yeah, lol."

"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Some kids had water guns and had decided that this was a perfect time for the great Dawson Bay beach party massacre. They were really going at it, too, running and shooting and stumbling and generally having a great time at it, too. Me and the snow leopard watched for a while, and I smiled when one of the chubby bears ran over to rescue one of his little sons from the slaughter and got nailed straight in the ass by some snickering coyote cub.

"Any of those yours?" the snow leopard asked.

I chortled.

"Hahahah, hell no," I flicked my ears and smirked, "I'm not the type..."

Not that I'd mind a hot daddy...hmmm...this recent trend of rainbow parenting had really expanded that definition, too, recently. Guess the more equal we came the more complex this whole being gay business really became, overall. So weird...

"Heheheh."

I impaled a bit of chicken with my fork and deposited it into my muzzle for a good chew. The overheated snow leopard took another swig from his Sprite.

"Didn't see you before."

I was almost startled when he spoke again. I gave the guy a look.

"Yeah?"

He seemed almost shy when he replied.

"Haven't see you in one of these before."

"Ah," I said, and shook my head, "first time. You come often?"

"The food's always fun," he replied, "as long as you don't mind a few crying tantrums while you're eating."

"MOOOOOOOOOM!"

That was like sitcom timing, lol.

"Yeah, heheh."

"Beats sitting at home and gaming, too," the snow leopard said.

I chuckled.

"Need to break out of your pod every now and then?"

He finished that Sprite of his - impressive, I guess, drinking it that quickly, and let out a small burp. I chuckled.

"Hah, yeah."

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