FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

This series is normally more fun than this, but I wanted to do something different in this world and this idea has been plaguing my mind lately. If you're looking for a smutty superhero story, best skip this one and read one of the others in the Super! Series instead.

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Thunderous booms rang out in the night sky above the town; along with flashes of light and sudden gusts of wind strong enough to rip clothing from the wash line. But there was no storm warning, not even a drop of rain as the strange phenomenon continued for long enough to make even the most nonchalant of observers look up at the night sky with curiosity. Then just as suddenly as it had begun, the night fell into silence once more.

Miles out of town, unseen in the night sky, a lone figure sailed and tumbled through the sky in a slow descending arc towards the ground. Her eyes closed, lip split and nose bloodied after her fight with Vector. She'd barely managed to defeat the clone of the most powerful super and it had taken everything she had left. The wind whistled past her ears as she stared up at the stars twinkling peacefully above after she forced her eyes to open briefly. The peace was short lived however; pain flared all throughout Trinity as she came crashing down to the ground in a densely wooded area. Branches and trees snapping and ripping at her costume, leaving further injuries she'd have to tend to later, if she survived.

Finally, she came to a stop as she bounced and rolled along the ground before slamming hard against a boulder. Her head knocking hard enough against the rock that it blurred her vision and left a gash across her forehead. With blood starting to discolor the once white fur on that side of her face, Trinity tried to shake her head and clear her vision, but her world lurched obnoxiously around her and she found her stomach suddenly voiding itself of its contents. Fearing a concussion, Trinity forced herself to her feet and to keep moving despite the alluring call to lay down and close her eyes for a moment. Wincing at her right arm and the unnatural twist, she knew it was broken. This was the first time ever she had suffered such an injury, usually her powers prevented that. The once ivory white feline tried to take flight, but found all she could manage was a little painful hop before the flash of pain took her to her knees and knocked the breath from her lungs. Her powers were well and truly drained, she was grounded for now and who knew how long from then. The night air about her started too cool, with her costume ripped and her fur matted with blood and dirt, she would need to find shelter and clothing soon or risk freezing to death.

The soft gurgling of a river nearby caught her attention, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry, Trinity made her way towards the sound. Kneeling on the soft ground and leaning in to try take a drink of water, Trinity found herself coughing and spluttering in the river an instant later as the forward motion caused her to black out for a brief moment.

With her fur and what remained of her outfit caked with dark mud, she knew she must look a fright. Thankfully her survival training kicked in and the bedraggled feline made her way down stream in search of civilization. She had no idea how far out the last punch from Vector had sent her flying from the town, but she could tell by the stars above that she was probably a good distance away from home. At least her luck seemed to finally be turning, just around a bend in the river she spotted what appeared to be a hunting cabin.

The cabin appeared to be empty and not in use at the moment, but thankfully there were still some clothes and tins of food on the shelf. Trinity awkwardly and painfully removed her ripped outfit and slipped into the clothing, though they were a bit big and baggy on her, at least they were warm. She knew she needed to make a fire, at least to get some warmth back into her aching body, but there didn't appear to be anything around to help start the fire going, not even an old magazine. Reluctantly she looked at her tattered uniform, not even sure it would burn. A moment later when her outfit began to sizzle and spark, Trinity breathed a sigh of relief as the outfit proved to be a suitable ignition source for making a small fire that not only provided some much-needed warmth, but she was also able to cook a can of stew she found on the shelf.

Taking the warm can of stew with her, she climbed into the surprisingly comfy bed and slipped under the heavy covers, having already punctured a hole in the can, she hungrily gulped down mouthfuls and almost began to purr when the warmth spread through her core while filling her stomach. She had no clue how long she'd been awake, but with a warm cabin and a full stomach, sleep began to win the fight and pulled her down into darkness.

Her dreams were troubled, she kept reliving the fight with Vector and how close she'd come to being killed by the clone as she continued to evade his attempts to ravage her which sent him into a blind rage. She had fought so hard to stop him from hurting innocent bystanders at least, but it had cost her dearly. Even in her dreams she could feel every injury, a persistent pain that ran deeper than her once impenetrable skin.

A sharp hard pain gouged at her chest, eliciting a pained growl and hiss before her eyes begrudgingly opened to stare down at whatever was pressing into her sternum so painfully. Looking down she was met with the sight of the barrel of a shotgun. In her weakened state she had no hope of fighting back and definitely wouldn't be able to withstand being shot either. Slowly her eyes travelled up along the barrel, looking up with fear in her eyes, Trinity's terrified gaze was met by the sight of a grizzled old dog staring down at her. Under any other circumstances he'd be somewhat attractive in that rugged way, a slight greying around his muzzle, his icy blue eyes sharp and hard as the old Elk Hound glared down at her.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my cabin? Are you a thief, already got my clothes on and eating my food, so you must be a thief..." He growled, giving her another painful jab with the barrel of his weapon.

"I'm not a thief...I'm...Angela. I got lost and hurt, I followed the river from up higher and found your place is all...I'll repay you as soon as I'm able to..." Trinity winced, making up the name as a cover to protect her true identity.

The old dog narrowed his gaze at her again, taking a closer look at the feline, her broken arm painfully obvious. He also noticed her split lip and the traces of blood about her nose, along with a few other cuts and bruises. It looked like she'd been in a fight, or worse, like she'd been abused. The nervous manner and speech only furthered his suspicions, but it wasn't his place to push her for more information. The only thing he could do was to get her patched up enough that she could eventually go find the help she clearly needed, until then he'd do what he could.

"I'm Dexter, but you can call me Dex. Let's take a look at your arm first, then the rest of your injuries." He sighed, placing his shotgun aside after finally deciding she wasn't a thief or even a threat. After a brief examination he could see her arm was broken as if it'd been caught in a vice, it appeared to be a clean break at least, not something that would happen from a fall. Whomever had done this was clearly bigger and stronger than the feline. Dex bit back a growl as he put together a splint and strapped her arm as gently as he could, but there was no way around the pain of setting and bracing the break. He was surprised that she didn't pass out from the pain though. "Tough one, aintcha?"

"I'm used to it is all..." Trinity now Angela replied, gritting her teeth and watching as Dex set her arm in a sling before looping it around her neck for support.

Dex simply nodded; his suspicions only being further confirmed by her response. Once her arm was set, he retrieved a few more things from his bags and returned to begin cleaning up the worst of her wounds. "Doesn't need stitches luckily, but it might leave a scar..." He mumbled as he used a small bottle of surgical glue to tend to the deep gash across her forehead after gently cleaning the wound. His breath had a hint of whiskey and smoke, but also a faint hint of mint as he gently blew to help set the glue. Trinity found even his scent to be appealing, she never really got close to people these days and almost forgot what they smelled and felt like.

"How do you know how to do all this?" Angela asked curiously. She'd only just met Dex and already she felt safe with him, trusted him. But there was something in his eyes she couldn't quite place, something she had also felt in recent times but couldn't put into words.

"Used to be a doctor back in the day, some things just become habit. Especially living out here alone..." After he'd finished tending to her wounds and cleaning her as much as she'd let him, Dex let Angela fall asleep again as he sat stoking the fire. Even bringing in more wood to keep it going through the night to keep her warm.

She didn't know how long she'd been asleep for, but it was the best and most peaceful sleep she'd had that she could remember. Her nose twitched at the scent of fresh coffee, sitting up with a yawn and wincing as she tried to stretch her arms up above her head, having forgotten her right arm was broken.

"Good morning lazy bones, thought you were going to sleep for a week..." Dex said gruffly as he brought over a mug of the delicious smelling coffee to her.

"How long was I out for?" Angela asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and taking a long sip of the much-needed caffeine.

"A day and a bit, you must've been exhausted. How're you feeling?" The dog asked as he returned to the fire and cracked some eggs into a cast iron pan over the fire.

"Sore...and hungry" Angela replied embarrassedly as her stomach made its complaints known after she'd eagerly finished her coffee. "Also...I need to use your bathroom..."

"Pick a bush..." came his curt response. "Breakfast will be ready by the time you get back."

Angela scowled at the back of his head as she climbed out of bed, noticing she was wearing different clothing than when she'd fallen asleep. She also felt a lot cleaner than before, "Did you..." she began to ask, but was quickly cut off.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, I didn't touch or see anything. Your honor is still intact" Dex replied plainly.

"Oh, uh...thanks..." She frowned and turned to head outside and find a bush. Part of her felt confused, perhaps even disappointed in a way that he hadn't found her appealing enough to take advantage of the situation. But a greater part of her was relieved, it seemed she had placed her trust in him correctly.

By the time she'd found some relief behind a bush and cleaned herself as best she could, Dex had a plate of food waiting for her along with another cup of coffee. Despite his sour and gruff demeanor, he was quick to help her eat when he saw she was battling to do so with just one functioning arm. Angela was not used to feeling so weak and helpless, but she did her best to let the old dog assist her without complaint even though it required him to invade her personal space.

He was also very much a closed book, but then they had that in common she supposed. He spoke very little of himself, but he also tried not to pry too much into her past as well. What little he did let slip revealed he'd been a doctor in one of the big cities, but at some point he'd left and come to live out here, alone. She had noticed the wedding ring, but also a lack of photographs, which made her guess that he'd had a painful divorce. It would certainly explain why he seemed so prickly toward her; it more than likely wasn't personal however, just a general mistrust of women in general now. One thing for certain he had let slip was his dislike and distrust for the Supers and their disregard for the civilians. She supposed this view came about being a doctor and having treated those innocent bystanders injured by them for so long. It was also another reason for her to try keep quiet about her true identity as she was not yet healed enough to look after herself.

Likewise, the more Dex observed Angela, the more he became convinced she had escaped an abusive relationship. She seemed to have a constant alertness about her, as if she expected someone to attack her at any moment. She couldn't maintain eye contact, but also she offered very little information about who she was and where she'd actually come from. Dex understood however, she didn't want to risk giving any info that could endanger him, or worse, her if it led to her abusive ex coming to find her. He'd make sure that wouldn't happen though; he couldn't stand bullies and women abusers.

Later that night as the full moon reflected its light down through the window, Trinity found she couldn't sleep. As quietly as she could, she slipped out of the bed from beneath the covers and went to stoke the fire a little. A light breeze rattled the window, drawing her attention. As she stood beside the window and made sure it was shut tight, she noticed Dex's wallet in the pocket of his jacket hanging beside the cabin door on one of the pegs. Her curiosity got the better of her as she fished it out and flipped it open. Upon opening his wallet, she was met by a picture of a much younger dog in the arms of a beautiful feline, not all too dissimilar looking from her. At first she thought it must've been his son and his wife, but the timestamp on the photo indicated otherwise. The smiling dog in the picture was a much younger Dex.

"Her name was Tara..." a pained voice grumbled from behind her, making Angela jump in surprise. She hadn't heard him get up and move so close. "The Supes think they're Gods, think they're better than us mere mortals. They have no regard for anyone around them, we're all just collateral damage..." The dog growled; his hackles raised as he idly fidgeted with the silver ring on his finger.

Dex couldn't sleep either, seeing as they were both awake anyway, he shuffled over to add fuel to the fire and put on a pot of coffee. Returning shortly after and handing her one of the steaming cups, they sat under the moonlight and began talking, or at least he did. Angela sat and listened, feeling this was something he hand needed to get off his chest for a long time. Tara was his wife, they used to live in the city where he practiced. She was an avid fan of the Supes and would always try go see them whenever they were around. Until one day there was a fight between Vector and Apex near where she was working in a high-rise. They smashed through the office building she was working in like it was made of cardboard, collapsed the support beams during their tussle and the entire building collapsed atop her and everyone else in inside. There was nothing anyone could do; she was just gone in an instant.

Angela found herself suddenly hugging Dex, despite the pain in her broken arm, she held him close. It started off as a consoling hug at first, but it quickly turned into something more. Their eyes met and for once Angela didn't look away, she now knew what that look in his eyes was and what she was feeling too. They were both lost, alone and afraid. Or rather, they were, now they had each other. The stars began to streak across the sky as the world spun into a blur around them, they became lost in their own perfect moment and reality ceased to exist around them. In hindsight it wasn't that perfect after all, it was awkward and silly with her broken arm, but it was the first time they both truly let their guard down and fully embraced one another completely. Fully sharing themselves with one another amidst touches, kisses and caresses until the darkness beyond the window began to recede with the first rays of sunlight.

Angela awoke the next morning with Dex's arms wrapped about her protectively. His nose in her hair while he snored softly into her ear. The feeling brought a smile to Angela's lips, closing her eyes and letting sleep claim her again, content to be right where she was for as long as possible. Over the next couple of days and weeks as she and Dex grew closer, Angela was healing and recovering rather well, almost back to her old self, but her powers still hadn't returned yet. At first she was worried she had lost them, but the more time she spent with Dex and a bit of soul searching later, she realized she would be okay if they never came back at all. For the first time ever, she felt complete and truly happy. It seemed like she made Dex happy as well, he actually even managed to smile at least once a day now.

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It all came crashing down suddenly, with her heart pounding in her chest so loud she couldn't hear what Dex was shouting at her even though he was right in front of her. He'd taken her on a hike up the mountains, wanting to share his favorite spot at a nearby waterfall with her, despite the light drizzle of rain. They were nearing the spot when a loud crack sounded out, followed by what she'd initially thought was thunder. Angela had stood in place, frozen in fear as she saw boulders tumbling down the mountainside and heading straight at them. She assumed Dex had shouted her to get under cover, but when she hadn't moved, he'd grabbed the front of her shirt and almost slammed her back against the side of the mountain which provided a slight lip above her. She watched in horror as small rocks rained down over Dex, culminating with a large slab that slid down and landed across his legs, pinning him in place. She could still see him shouting at her, but her heartbeat refused to calm down enough for the pounding in her ears to cease.

By the time she could hear him again, she understood what he was yelling at her. "Go, get out of here and save yourself before more rocks fall and kill you! I can't lose you too!" he barely managed to say clear enough, the rocks starting to make it hard for him to even breath.

Angela couldn't leave him there to die, they'd only just found one another, there had to be some way she could save him. Her hands shoved and pushed in futility at the rocks frantically as she struggled to free him, her panic starting to grow until a sudden surge of strength burst within her. Suddenly the rocks didn't seem to weigh so much anymore, Angela found herself tossing the rocks aside like they were nothing. Soon she was greeted by Dex's face, but he wasn't smiling, he just stared up at her in amazement, not saying anything. Angela's heart froze in her chest as she realized what this meant.

"Later..." was all Trinity would say as she scooped Dex up in her arms and with a sudden boost, they were in the air and speeding back down to his cabin. She had learned a lot from Dex in their time together, so it was her turn to help tend to his injuries as he had done to hers before.

"Trinity" Dex said softly while staring down at her after they'd confirmed there was no major damage luckily, the feline stopped wrapping his leg in a bandage but didn't, couldn't look up to meet his gaze. "Look at me, girl" he growled softly, forcing her to slowly lift her gaze to his, not wanting to see the hurt and anger in his. His eyes darted back and forth between her own as he searched for something, his mind racing as a million different thoughts fought to be heard. "That's just a name, it's not who you are," his gaze softened as a loving smile began to spread across his muzzle.

"You knew...how long?" Angela asked with surprise.

"That headboard was solid oak, and it wasn't old..." Dex pointed out as he nodded back over to the bed where she'd accidentally broken the headboard a couple days ago during one of their intimate moments. "I saw the news on a television while I was in town getting more supplies the other day and put two and two together, what you just did confirms all that. You have a lot of worried people out there looking for you. What're you going to tell them when you go back?"

"What if I didn't want to go back?" Angela asked, staring intently up at Dex.