FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A/N: This is the first story I've written in a long time, so I hope you enjoy! Also, as always, please don't use the characters in the story as they belong to me and my friends

Acara tapped her foot as she stared down the inside of the refrigerator. In the vast wasteland of forgotten cold cuts and expired milk there had to be something she could shove into her muzzle, right? The sound of paw pads tapping on the blue linoleum floor grew more rapid as the seconds passed. Without warning, the door slammed shut, and the freezer quickly opened. Large green eyes scanned the contents quickly, glancing over ice cream, frozen dinners, and mystery Tupperware that was never labeled. Still, nothing caught the felines eye.

"Ugh." The calico cat continued to rapidly switch between staring into the refrigerator and the freezer, each attempt growing more desperate then the last. "There is no food!" She finally growled, slamming the door and swishing her patchy tail wildly. In a final, attempt she checked the pantry. There was rice, some chicken noodle soup, and cereal; nothing that was wanted at the moment. Acara pouted and paced around the kitchen. She wanted a breakfast sandwich with eggs and sausage and cheese and hash browns and... she was salivating. Yes. That is exactly what she wanted. The only problem was that it was 3 in the afternoon and there was no deli serving breakfast anymore. There was a diner... but then she'd have to sit down and tip the waitress. Only one more option existed. A trip to the supermarket.

A supermarket was a terrible place to be for a slightly stoned, very hungry cat. Acara knew she wouldn't end up with the ingredients for a yummy breakfast sandwich. No, she'd end up with muffins, frosting, cake, candy bars, and maybe some sushi. But her mind was made up; she was going to the land of food and broken promises.

Padding into the living room she quickly tossed on her favorite heavy winter coat and grabbed her pocket book. Her paw touched the doorknob, but she sighed and turned away. She almost forgot. The feline sprinted to the bathroom and peaked in. "Hey, want anything from the food liberies?"

Flopping around in the bathtub was a spotted dolphin. He looked rather uncomfortable being smooshed in such a small space, but he seemed to pick up when he heard the magical word of 'food.' "Can I come?" His head lifted out of the water with a hopeful glimmer in his eyes.

"Phiiiiin" Acara whined, "I don't want to drag you around. I just wanna get stuff to make breakfast." The dolphin smacked his tail into the water, sending droplets flying around the bathroom. "GRAH!" The calico cat jumped back, but still managed to get water on her fur. "HEY!"

"Pleaaaaaase?" The cetacean lifted himself out of the water and held himself against the tub by his fins. "I need some fish. And maybe some pie." He wiggled cutely, causing the cat to roll her eyes, yet a smile still crossed her lips

Sighing, Acara turned toward the front door. "Let me get the wagon," she said. When she returned to fetch the dolphin, she found him flopping around excitedly on the floor. "Really?" She couldn't help but giggle at the helpless animal rolling around and creating a flood. "I really need to get you remote controlled wheels or something." Grabbing on to his fins, she pulled Phin up and into the wagon. "Though I am making one condition to this journey, now that I have to drag your flipper butt around."

"What's that?" The dolphin cocked his head to look at her.

Acara just grinned and leaned down to kiss his head, "You'll see. I'm making this an adventure."

The moment the pair got outside, the feline reached into her pocket and pulled out a joint. She couldn't light it fast enough, and the ground flowers were in her muzzle before she even made it past the drive way.

"Awww. Hey, gimmie some." The spotted dolphin flapped his tail up and down.

"Nope. That's the condition. You need to make sure I don't buy everything in the store." Smoke floated out of her mouth as she spoke, her grin getting wider as she watched it dissipate into the air. Phin pouted, but there was nothing he could do.

The supermarket was a twenty minute walk, though it felt much longer when fighting the cold and pulling a dolphin. Acara sucked down four joints on the walk over. By the time she finally stepped into the building, she really couldn't remember why she was here in the first place. Her blood shot eyes scanned the produce department and she turned back to give Phin a toothy grin. "Oh glorious, glorious holder of food!" Acara exclaimed. So many possibilities! So many foods!

Tightening her grip on the wagon handle, the feline slowly made her way into the majestic kingdom. She made a b-line for the bananas, because they were green, and she liked green. "Scooch over," she said to the dolphin as she plopped a bushel of bananas in the wagon. "And don't poop on them." She giggled to herself and continued on.

"I'll try my hardest not too. Also you're eyes match your tongue." Phin looked up at her with a mischievous little grin on his muzzle, "Miss. Stoned Cat."

Acara froze, her head slowly turning back to face the dolphin. "Do they really?" She said in a whisper. She leaned down in front of the wagon so she was even with Phin's face. Her eyes darted around, glancing at the isles and the people shopping. "Do they know? Can they tell?" She gripped the edge of the wagon while her pupils grew to fill up her irises. "What do I do?" Her heart thumped quickly in her chest.

"You're fine!" Phin poked her nose with the tip of his muzzle. "No one is going to notice."

"Are you sure?" Somehow her pupils managed to get even larger, making her green eyes nothing but a black hole. "Really suuuuure?" She felt the weed taking full effect. Suddenly smoking four joints didn't seem like the greatest idea.

"You're fine. Lets just go to the fish!" Phin encouraged her. "And then we can get your breakfast sandwich stuffs."

"Breakfast sandwich!" Acara cried out. That's why she was at the supermarket! Her mouth began to water at the thought of a perfectly crafted sandwich; the egg yolk oozing over the sausage, the cheese melting over the sides of the bread. With newfound determination the calico cat stood up and turned to face the aisle of the supermarket. She marched further inward as she scanned the shelves, but all she saw was lettuce. "Where are the sausages?" She said with a pout.

Flapping a fin, the spotted dolphin did his best to point. "That way! Go that way!" The feline followed his direction, much to the cetacean's delight, and soon found himself staring into a display case loaded up with fish. Tuna, shark, swordfish, clams, squid, scallops, and a case of lobsters all waiting to go home and be eaten. Acara also seemed mesmerized by the seafood, she stared directly at the tuna, her mouth hanging open and drooling.

A rabbit behind the counter noticed Acara standing there with her mouth agape. "Uh, can I help you?" He furrowed his eyebrows when he received no response, just the blank stare of a cat longing for food. "Hello? Miss?" He heard a 'hello' back, but it didn't come from the cat. He looked down, over the counter, and saw a dolphin sitting in a red wagon. "Uh..."

"Hello! I'd like to get a half a pound of squid, 2 tuna steaks, half a pound of scallops, uh, a pound of flounder, and," he glanced back at Acara, "actually better make that 4 tuna steaks."

"And a swordfish!" Acara said quickly. "A big swordfish!" In her mind she pictured a full size fish. She'd grab it and sling it over her shoulder. She'd skip home carrying the massive animal, slap it down in the kitchen and go to town. Instead she was presented with a plump steak that was then wrapped and tossed into the wagon. Her dream died at that moment.

With the fish loaded up, it was time to find the ingredients to make the perfect, most delicious breakfast sandwich the world has ever seen. That also meant it was time to go down each isle and stare at everything that caught the calico cats eye. Every time she grabbed something off the shelf and turned around, she got the eye from Phin. "Breakfast!" He would remind her, and the poor feline would dully put the item back on the self. Everything went fine, until they entered the aisle of no return.

Acara felt her heart stop as she strolled into the next section. Boxes and boxes of cakes, cookies and tubs of frosting lined the shelves. Her paws reached out and imminently came in to contact with milk chocolate frosting. She took two and turned to put them in the wagon, getting the same glare from the dolphin. Acara grinned at him and placed one of them in the wagon, only to watch it get thrown out by a flipper. "Hey!" She turned to grab it and place it back in, but the frosting took flight again. "Stop it!" She whined. "I want frosting."

"You told me not to let you buy anything," Phin argued, flapping his tail as he spoke.

"Well," Acara started, "what else am I going to dunk the bananas in?"

"You're gonna be mad when you get unstoned," The dolphin argued.

The calico cat ignored him and placed the two frosting containers back in the wagon. Followed by a box of chocolate cake and cookie-brownie mix. Sprinkles were added just for good measure. She looked at her haul so far and nodded. Good, very good. "What was I getting again?" She mumbled to herself as she turned away to continue down the isle.

"Breakfast!" The dolphin squeaked. "Sausage and eggs!"

"Breakfast!" Acara squealed and took off at top speed, leaving Phin in a red wagon full of fish and chocolate.

The calico cat skid into the next aisle, which didn't contain breakfast. But it did have a whole section of soup! Acara's mouth hung open as she looked at the Wall O'Cambells. She didn't even realize there were so many soups, let alone enough to fill a whole section with one brand. Her eyes scanned wildly. Italian wedding; she loved that, chicken noodle; no doubt a classic; chicken and dumplings - Score! She snatched the can off the shelf and giggled. An evil grin spread across her face as she cradled it in her paws, she then burst into giggles.

Her laughter abruptly stopped as she heard someone pad past her and down the isle. Her eyes turned to follow them as the paranoia drifted up her spine. They knew. What she saw was an otter carrying a hand basket filled with sushi and clams. Looking him over, she noticed green fur dye on his head, paws and tail. The fear instantly vanished and her toothy grin reappeared. "Guil!" She shouted, charging at the unsuspecting sea mammal. She gave him a bone crushing hug, and before he could even get a word out she announced; "I wanna make a soup fort!"

"A-Acara?" He looked terrified, but calmed down as he realized who attacked him. Then was left in utter confusion. "What?"

"I wanna make a soup-" The feline paused when she noticed the otter squinting at her. What she could see of his eyes were red. She gasped in mock offence, "You're high!"

Guil chuckled and gave her a pat on the head, "As are you."

"I wanna make a soup fort!" Acara said again. "Help me!"

The otter watched as the feline grabbed an armful of soup and started stacking them on the ground. Each can was placed next to each other, creating a ten can by ten can base. She then started to stack them upwards. Acara grew more excited when Guil joined in and helped her stack up the walls. So excited, in fact, that her tail swayed into the fort, causing the entire thing to collapse with loud, multiple clunks. The two stared at each other as they watched, in slow motion, their beautiful fort crumble to the ground. Their ears shot up and looked around in terror for a moment. Everyone in the store would have heard that. With a nod, Guil grabbed his clams and ran, with Acara fleeing the opposite way.

Rounding the corner, the calico cat found herself in the safety of the snack isle. Oreos and Chips Ahoy smiled from the shelves and she scurried away from the crime scene. Her paw snapped out a grabbed a package of Triple Double Oreos and she continued down the aisle as if nothing had happened. She hadn't heard a commotion yet, and no security officer had run her down, so she started to relax. Though her fur still stood up on end.

Gripping the box of Oreos, Acara slowly crossed into the cold, bristling wind of the freezer section. Her eyes scanned the rows of food and passed buy every type of frozen pizza one could imagine and a myriad of frozen dinners. Her paw pads were silent as she tip toed to the end of the aisle. Here it was. The very end held one of the foods that Acara had originally came to the supermarket for. Sausage. Glorious, glorious sausage! She greedily threw opened the freezer door and grabbed 2 packages of sausage patties. With shifty eyes she moved on to the next section. She quickly grabbed a container of extra large eggs, Kraft singles and a package of bagels. There. She was all set to make a delicious breakfast. The feline awkwardly shuffled the boxes around in her paws. "Man, I wish I had a wagon..." Her eyes went wide as the words left her muzzle.

Imminently after Acara spoke she heard an announcement over the loud speaker. "Dolphin in isle 8. I repeat; we have a Dolphin in isle 8."

"Aw fuck!" Pressing the boxes tightly against her chest, Acara ran toward where she left Phin. Unfortunately this also meant startling a goat that was searching through the bread on the opposite side of the isle. The poor thing gasped, went ridged and fell over on his side, completely frozen.

By the time Acara arrived at the isle she found the cetacean flopped on the floor surrounded by store employees. They all had the same bewildered expression on their faces. The feline gulped and walked closer. Dread filled her body, as she was sure she was about to get arrested. "Uh," everyone turned to look at her, "Sorry, he's mine."

"Excuse me ma'am, no pets allowed in the store," one the employees, a large Great Dane, said as he approached the feline. "You need to either leave, or take him outside."

"Uh," Now it was Acaras turn to look confused. "He's... he's not a pet."

"Well, as he has no legs and doesn't talk, he is obviously a pet and you need to remove him from the property." The dog growled.

"You never asked if I could talk!" Phin rolled on his side and flapped his flippers.

"And he's not on a leash," Acara blabbed. It seemed obvious to her that any pet taken outside would be on a leash. Which lead her to thinking about lizards on leashes. Now Acara wanted a pet komodo dragon.

The Dane looked frustrated at the turn of events, "Well..." he said in a growl, "just... Get him out of here." He stomped away, followed by the rest of his employee posse.

Acara plopped her food in the wagon and approached Phin to help him back in. "You'd like to put me on a leash, wouldn't you?" He said with a sly grin.

The feline looked flustered as she dragged him back up. "You, shush."

"Thanks for leaving me here by the way," Phin continued. "I had a lot of fun starting at that package of sprinkles. In fact, I want it." Acara didn't even argue and tossed the box into the wagon.

"Sorry for leaving you," she said softly as she pulled the wagon toward the cashier. "I got distracted." The dolphin just made a happy chirping sound in return.

Without glancing at the cashier, Acara quickly paid for their goods and got out of the supermarket as quickly as possible.

"You got a lot of stuff," Phin said, poking at the bags with his fins. "Did you get the stuff for breakfast?"

"YES!" Acara said happily, bopping the dolphin on the head with her tail. "And I'm going to make us the best breakfast sandwich in the entire world. Just you wait!"

Phin grinned devilishly, his pointy teeth showing as he continued to talk to the calico cat. "You do know theres a Dunkin Donuts down the street, right?" Acara stopped walking. "Acara?" He asked, still grinning and giggling. He heard a growl and watched as the wagon handle dropped to the ground and the calico cat walked away. "Acara!" he called, but she kept walking. "ACARA!"

Over an hour later, Acara retuned with a bag of junk from Dunkin Donuts. She happily skipped home, dragging a very frozen dolphin behind her.