FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

{All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent.}

A quiet monotony that was familiar to the compound guards fell over Hester's operation after Crypto left. But it was a lull that didn't last long.

A clatter caught the attention of a guard sitting at the front desk. His triangular ears perked up before the black-and-tan canine turned his head from the tablet he was reading. Swinging his boots off the desk he stood, then beckoned the two other guards who entered the lobby to check the perimeter.

As the trio moved forward however, doors exploded. Shrapnel flew inward and knocked the nearest guard off his feet, sending him sliding across the polished floor at the other two who recoiled and reached for their guns.

Pistols scraped form holsters by the time a slim figure materialised in the swirling smoke, the muzzle of his homemade assault rifle flashing in time with the barking gunfire. The two guards still on their feet cried out and dropped, before Crypto strode over the canine who'd been floored by the breaching charge and double-tapped him in the head.

In the sheer shock and aggression of the surprise attack, none of the men stood a chance and their gun safeties hadn't even disengaged before they'd been put in ground. Was that fair? Probably not. But then the only fair fight in Crypto's mind was the one he lost.

And speaking of fair fights...

Guards streamed into the lobby as Crypto slid behind the front desk. Keeping his rifle level he switched into full-automatic and let loose a hellstorm of suppressing fire. Several mob goons dropped, others ducked into doorways or adjacent hallways for cover.

Several hooked their pistols around cover and fired blindly in Crypto's direction, but he had already ducked to reload. He reached for the replacement mag on his belt while the guards changed up the game.

Someone in the hall had an interface into the security system, and a turret pylon emerged from the centre of the lobby floor. It would have been impossible to mistake the metal disk set in the polished floor as little more than a bit of decoration until a pillar approximately twelve feet high and bristling with a quad of belt-fed machine guns appeared.

The pillar rotated, swivelling the guns around at Crypto. Except when faced by a hail of 7.62mm death, instead of dashing for cover Crypto just smiled and flashed the guns a quick salute.

Behind her monitor, watching from the other side of the city, Proksy smiled back, then watched from the perspective of the gun-cams as their aim swivelled up to target the series of IFF brackets overlayed on guard positions, turning them from green to red. While she had been rooting around in Hester's security system, Proksy had reprogrammed the defence turrets to identify untagged targets as friendly, turning the guns on their masters.

Sliding a magazine from his belt pouch, Crypto hooked it against the mag-release of his rifle, levered out the spent mag and just as quickly replaced it, before reaching under the weapon and yanking the charging lever with his off hand. Satisfied he was ready to go for another bout, Crypto used the turret's covering fire to move onto the flank. There wasn't just one way into the lobby. The main corridor was choked with bad-guys, currently getting choked with bullets.

Crypto swung around wide, using the corridor that ran along the glass outer wall of the building, home to several fancy looking meeting rooms. As he approached the corridor, a guard cleared the corner and Crypto pumped two rounds into his chest before the man realised the rat had him dead to rights.

The guard dropped, and Crypto bumped his rifle stock into his left shoulder, before leaning sideways. As he did, he sighted another guard rushing the corner. Crypto double tapped that guy too, then righted his weapon and pressed forward, dominating the corridor.

He fired several more times while moving, dropping another guard at the far end of the hall, forcing the next to double back. Seeing the second take cover, Crypto swivelled, shot out the glass door of a meeting room and took cover inside.

Switching shoulders again, Crypto tried to hold dominance of the corridor by peeking out again. however, instead of exposing himself to do the same, the guard deployed a sentry drone. The small quadrotor let out a tell-tale whine as it took flight and bobbed around the corner, bright targeting lasers almost blinding Crypto.

Only instead of taking cover or opening up on the small, nimble thing, Crypto ignored it.

Like the sentry guns, the drone suddenly swivelled on the spot and emptied its small capacity pistol into the owner who let out a surprised cry. Then Proksy, who commanded the drone to turn on its handler, hit the kill switch and the quadrotor dropped out of the air with a clatter.

Crypto ran to the next junction and swivelled around the corner, exposing the open flank of the main resisting force to him. There were at least a dozen guards pinned on the threshold between the long corridor connecting them with the lobby and the main programming floor. Several offices and cubicles had been gutted by the sentry guns laying down a hellstorm of fire, shredding computers and sending confetti that used to be paperwork fluttering into the air. A photocopier exploded as several large calibre rounds passed through it, throwing up a shroud of toner, leaving the guards coughing for air and trying to wave the inky powder out of their eyes.

Pressing the advantage, Crypto stuck with the move and shoot tactics. Keeping his rifle level, he feathered the trigger, dropping two bad-guys with a quad of shots, then nailed another with a headshot as he turned to look. His head snapped sideways and he fell into the stream of suppressing fire from the sentry gun, a hail of large bullets indiscriminately disassembling his cybernetics from his organics.

The rest of the guards hit their personal terminals and on the flank several impromptu cover panels slid out of the floor. Emergency armour, about waist hight, extended for them to drop behind, turning the tables on Crypto. But only for a moment.

Emptying his assault rifle, he dropped to one knee and while sliding forward, drew his pistol. At the same time one more cover panel popped up out of the floor to shield Crypto in the nick of time. The return volley sparked off the thick armoured layer as Proksy tapped into the building's tactical protocols and she retracted the cover panels protecting the guards.

Crypto immediately popped up and let them have it, snapping shots out of his pistol so fast he might as well have installed a fully-automatic function when building it.

The remainder of the guards dropped and lay still as the sentry guns in the lobby finally fell silent.

Dumping his spent mag, Crypto kept his gun up as he slid a full one into place and racked the slide to be sure there was a round chambered. Alarms muted, and honestly the ringing in his ears left by the short but violent gunfight was loud enough it may have been drowning out all other sound.

"That was probably the last of them," Proksy said. "I've got minimal movement on CCTV. It's probably just you and Hester now."

Crpyto shook his head as he stepped over the bodies and moved past the familiar coffee dock he'd noted earlier. "And Blair. That piece of shit is probably floating arou-... GAH!"

Static blasted Crypto's ear-drums, taking him by surprise, before a long squeal of looping microphone feedback carried over the intercom. When the system finally self-corrected, the noise was replaced by Blair's voice.

"Surprising you made it this far, Wiener. But I'm glad. It would be a shame for you to die before I show you a little project I've been working on."

Keeping his gun up, Crypto slowly moved forward through the maze of cubicles. There was a light on at the far end of the chamber, what looked like some sort of admin office and he could see movement. No doubt that's where Blair had jacked into the intercom system. Quickly, but cautiously, Crypto pressed closer, trying to keep his angle of approach oblique so Blair wouldn't see him coming.

"I have theory to test. See, for the longest time I've wondered what makes people like you tick. I mean, you're selling digital trips, but you're making a shit job of it. You don't make it addictive in any way, you take so much care in your code, and you even make it affordable instead of maximising your profit. Despite all the risk you face in the face of cops and senators. So why the hell do you do it?

"Then it hit me! That must be it. You just like people. It's the people element that gets you involved."

"Keep talking asshole."

Likely unable to hear him, Blair continued his little rant. "So, to test this theory, let's see what it takes to break you."

The screens flickered all around him and one by one lit up, revealing multiple different recordings. Some displayed writhing mixtures of flesh and fur. Others showed men and women screeching as they flopped around and ejaculated on the spot.

Crypto recognised the use of digital trips immediately. One guy seemed to be on a subway when he was caught on recording, hugging one of the handhold poles and humping the air as a sticky wet patch formed around the bulge in his pants. His eyes were rolled back and the spontaneous orgasm was so strong his legs shook and buckled before he collapsed into a seizing ball of fur.

Another screen displayed a woman trying to record herself in the bathroom mirror. The vixen's legs were crossed as she desperately tried to hold her phone, and body, still, her juices running like a waterfall down her tightly clenched thighs. Her eyes crossed, and suddenly the recording turned blurry as she eventually dropped the phone for her hands shaking too violently.

The next was a lapine young woman, her long ears slicked back with her barbie-blonde hair. She was being recorded from above by what must have been some pervert peeking over the top of the stalls in a gender-neutral toilet. He must have heard her little moans of pleasure and immediately decided to have a look.

The girl had herself pressed up against the stall door as if trying to hold it shut and had pushed her ass outward in a shaky twerking move. Her voice shuddered with pleasure, despite her hands clamped over her mouth and she failed to withhold a deathly squeal. Her legs buckled and she dropped to the ground, a cute shudder of pleasure quickly turning morbid as she convulsed on the bathroom floor as if having a seizure, thick pinkish froth forming at the corners of her mouth.

"That one is my favourite from my personal collection, by the way. The way she squeals is kind of hot," Blair taunted.

Another screen showed a guy, no older than Crypto, showing off his more feminine features in a set of lingerie that surely must have set him back quite a bit. He was bent over and throwing his webcam a sultry look of pleasure as his long equine cock was trapped down between his silk-clad thighs. His body convulsed and hips thrust to rub the length over the sleek silk before he erupted with naught but Highpoint rushing through his system. Long spurts of cum, the white clashing with his black hose drooled down the stockings as his mouth hung agog with pleasure...

Then like the others, something snapped. His body shuddered, his expression twitched... then his right eye, suddenly bloodshot, moved independently from the other. Going suddenly limp, the comatose equine keeled over and collapsed dead on his livestream.

Crypto suddenly froze beside a screen showing something too familiar. It was a recording of Doxxa, beginning just as Crypto ran from her side, leaving her all alone in her squirming, over-pleasured state. Crypto felt his eyes widen and he tried to look away. But as if noticing, all the other screens flicked to show Doxxa, arching her back off the desk as she convulsed on the spot, her mouth open with a silent scream of torment and pleasure as her cock bobbed and spasmed in the air.

She orgasmed, nonstop, her pussy dribbling a waterfall of artificial gratification, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she dug her heels into the table, grasping at anything she could as if she might fall off the Earth otherwise. Her hips bucked uncomfortably, and her eyes had drained of that pleasured spark Crypto often enjoyed seeing in their more erotic trysts together.

Her balls, completely drained, clenched and rode up against the base of her cock, trying to release what she no longer had.

Then came the tears. Through a shuddering moan, Doxxa's voice carried over the building's intercom instead of Blair's.

"I'm sorry,"_came the shaking, high pitched tone laced with feminine pleasure, but hinted with a severe dose of fear and regret. _"Crypto, I'm-... I'm s-sorry, I-..."

On the screens, her eyes widened. Her body seized and she stared at the ceiling as a few final tremors of pleasure sent unclear signals through her body. Her limbs thrashed for a moment, then very slowly she went limp. She lay there, sprawled out and still, staring into the webcam from which Blair had recorded her demise.

"She died full of regret, scared and alone." Blair's dark chuckle carried over the intercom, crackling in a way that sent a horrified shiver down Crypto's spine. "And you let it happen, Wiener."

Angrily, Crypto ran the last few metres to the glass door of the office and stepped into the frame with his gun to bear. His finger was on the trigger, but his eyes widened at the sight inside and his finger went slack.

Inside were the ladies from Blair's harem. Each of them was a frazzled mess, stains in their clothes, hair slightly tousled where it had been groped and pulled, with dry cum caking the fur on their faces, necks and shoulders.

Each of them looked bored and vacant, however. The giraffe lady in particular was lounged back in a chair, her long legs crossed and her head resting in one hand as she jadedly scrolled through something on her phone.

Crypto was about to turn away when something grabbed him from behind and slammed him in into the glass door with a dull whack.

Blair had control of Crypto's arm in a moment, twisted the pistol out of his hand before he kicked it across the floor. He then swung a massive hand, slamming Crypto's head into the door again, cracking it this time.

A knee found his gut, doubling Crypto over before Blair stepped back and swung his massive fist into a high punch. The rat managed to shield himself with his robotic arm, but the blow took him off his feet and tossed him into the ground hard enough to make him bounce on impact.

Recovering with a groan, Crypto rolled out of the way just as Blair stomped down on him with a boot, but as Crypto scrambled for his gun laying nearby, Blair caught him by the hoodie and yanked him back a few paces.

"You... fucking... little... pussy!" Blair shouted with every punch, Crypto barely managing to deflect or dodge each one.

His mouth tasted of copper and his limbs ached every time he jumped back to try and soften the kinetic impact of each punch smashing him in the forearms.

Trying to counter with a jab from his robotic arm, Blair caught his wrist and swung him clean off his feet. Crypto went through a cubicle partition and skidded over the top of a desk, taking down everything on it with him as he tumbled back down to the ground.

As he lay there groaning for a moment, he heard the succinct metallic click of a mechanism opening, followed by the terrifyingly familiar whir of Blair's horn saw spooling up.

"Well, it's been fun and all, Wiener. But I don't feel like wasting the rest of my evening on you." There was a crash as he ripped aside some of the fallen partitions, searching for the boy.

Crypto cursed. This wasn't working. In hand-to-hand Blair had all the advantages. Crypto was beginning to regret not bringing a knife as a backup, given his pistol was lost among the debris somewhere.

Quickly changing his tact, Crypt stayed low and crawled among the cubicles, flipping open his interface at the same time. The holo-panel glowed garishly in the low light, clearly giving away his position, but the rat was clean out of other options.

Thankfully he found what he was looking for almost immediately. He found Blair's wireless frequency easily, and the port-sniffer immediately found an opening on his horn-buzzsaw. It looked to be a new installation and an automated routine that used common manufacturer factory default logins was able to access his neural network in an instant.

Blair caught Crypto's ankle and dragged him closer, smiling wickedly. He didn't say anything worthy of countering with a quip as he watched with manic wide eyes, bringing his whirring horn closer to Crypto's flesh.

At least until suddenly the serrated links in the saw belt whined to a halt and the safety brake engaged. Blair looked confused for a moment, then Crypto grinned back, holding up a schematic of Blair's numerous cybernetics.

He felt like saying something witty, but nothing came to mind. So he just it the rhinoceros with similar shit to what had killed Doxxa.

Blair staggered backwards and flopped onto his ass as a surge of pleasure ripped through his bulk. His eyes clenched shut and the mountainous man was floored like Crypto had emptied his gun into the guy's groin. He certainly writhed like it. He was curled into the foetal position, letting out a feral roar as the bulge in the front of his pants grew sodden with a free-flow of cum pumping out of his balls. And when the normal orgasm cycle stopped, another routine fired, making him cum all over again until his cock was raw and Blair was howling with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Climbing to his feet, Crypto gave the rhino a good kick up the rear then stepped back, catching his breath.

"Don't worry, asshole. This may be similar to the shit you gave Doxxa, but my programmer knows their stuff. This won't kill you..." Crypto grimaced, then added, "Unfortunately."

Leaving the rhino to suffer, Crypto staggered to the nearest desk and leaned heavily to catch his breath.

"Are you okay?" Proksy chimed in on his earpiece. "I thought for a second there-..."

"I'm fine. This will keep him docile 'till the cops get here, right?" Crypto asked, indicating where Blair was crying as he struggled against his own body.

"Yes. police scanner indicates Arcadia PD took my tip seriously and they are rushing over now. Maybe another ten minutes, tops."

"That should be enough time. Get me eyes on Hester."

"What? We got Blair. This operation is in shambles, and the cops are on the way. It's over."

"Not yet. We have to make sure she doesn't get away. She has to pay for everything she's done here. Highpoint is a plague, and it has to end with her."

"But..." Proksy was quiet for a moment, then Crypto could almost feel her nodding in the back of his head as she answered, "I understand. If she's in the building, I'll find her. Give me a second."

As Crypto was waiting he heard a shuffling and turned.

"Holy shit," the giraffe from Blair's harem commented. She left the office with her colleagues warily, though each of them was watching a floored Blair with a sense of satisfaction the rhino had failed to give them earlier. "You kicked his ass."

Crypto shrugged. "Sorry. Your boyfriend had it coming."

One of the women snorted. "Fuck that creep. He always had us use our mouths on him."

"Yeah," her friend agreed, sticking her tongue out with disgust. "Hell, he had a big cock, so I wouldn't mind if he at least fucked me afterwards, but he could never last past a minute."

A smile replaced the deeply declassified look in the giraffe's eyes as she looked Crypto up and down. "Hey, you're that hacker running Source Code, aren't you? Crypto?" When the rat nodded, the giraffe's eyes narrowed seductively and she chewed her lower lip playfully. "I heard rumours about you. Particularly about your stamina."

He frowned and glanced at the other canine women, each of them throwing him the same fuck-me eyes. Their tall friend eased over with a seductive sway in her hips and set her slender hand on the front of Crypto's pants.

"How can we thank you for dealing with that blow hard?" she asked, eyes glancing in the direction of Blair's prone form. The giraffe lowered her head to Crypto's, though with her height she was practically doubled over.

Quickly clearing his throat, Crypto jumped back and opened a holo-panel. "Sorry ladies. I'm a little busy right now. But here, the new version of Source Code. On the house."

He had access to each of their internal cybernetics in a moment and even self-executed them. The giraffe was the first to react. Straightening up she suddenly crossed her legs as if holding in an urge to pee, her ankle buckling as she shook and shuddered on her high heels. Her eyes rolled and her mouth hung agog with delighted surprise. Her hands immediately moved to tuck some of her floral dress between her thighs which were clamped together, a wet patch immediately forming on the fabric.

Each of the ladies reacted in her own special way. The chubbier of the group clenched her fists and stood on her toes, feet slightly parted as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Another yelped with surprise, and giggling she fell into a squat, planting her hands on the nearest cubicle wall for support.

Picking up his gun, Crypto ran a quick press-check to ensure a round was chambered, slapped the back of the slide to make sure it was in battery, then left the squirming, moaning women to their devices.

"Find her yet?" he asked on the way to the stairwell.

"She's moving," Proksy answered. "She was loitering in her office thinking it was over. She saw you take down Blair, so now she's making a run for the rooftop. There's a personal VTOL waiting for her... damn, security on that thing is robust. Cracking it will take too long. You'll have to jack me in manually before I can take control."

Lowering his weapon, Crypto broke into a run. Bursting into the stairwell he could already hear Hester's killer high heels trip-trapping the treads several flights ahead of him. She could move fast despite her age and impractical footwear.

The rooftop doorway was partially shut by the time Crypto reached the top and he shouldered his way through, gun in both hands and canted slightly to put the sights in front of his dominant eye.

The landing pad on the rooftop was devoid of guards, and Hester had just climbed aboard the VTOL waiting for her, twin-rotors at the end of rotating nacelles beginning to spool for wheels-up. Hester had her hands on one of the couches and was bent over as she slid aboard, bearing the full curvature of her ass to Crypto the way the tight dress pulled against her body.

She swivelled elegantly, perching herself on the bench, sitting pretty with her long legs crossed as she accessed the shuttle controls. There was no pilot, the flight controls were keyed into Arcadia's automated transit systems and would take her anywhere she desired, probably on a VIP travel subscription to boot.

But what came with automated systems like these were rigorous safety precautions. The shuttle would not take off with the door open. So as the side door she'd entered through slid shut, Crypto rushed forward and slid his hand into the gap. The door slammed on his metal fingers and with a groan of the motors, he ripped the door back open so he could slip aboard.

Crypto slid into the seat opposite Hester, savouring the look of shock on her face as he kept his gun pointed in her direction. Then flicking his left wrist, he pulled up a holo-panel and give Proksy the access she needed. The door slid shut properly and they took off a moment later.

"Well, well, well," Hester said, her expression melting into a seductive smile. "You're a much more resourceful boy than I expected."

"Aren't I just?" Crypto set his pistol into its holster and beckoned the older woman. "Turn around."

Hester giggled excitedly. "Oh, baby, now we're talking."

Seductively she swivelled in her seat, then pushing closer she set the magnificent globes of her ass in Crypto's lap, griding his crotch sensually, searching for that erection she knew she was going to give him...

Except Crypto grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms back, making her gasp. "Oh, that's it! I've been such a bad girl. Punish me!"

Her smile faltered though when she felt plastic tighten around her wrists with a long 'zzzzziiiiip' sound, and Crypto shoved her back into her seat, hands bound behind her back. Suddenly she didn't sit so ladylike anymore, awkwardly keeled to one side, her legs splayed to reveal a lack of panties under her dress and a few strands of hair falling over her impatient pout.

"I'll have you know, I'm not really into being tied up."

"You'll get used to it," he told her. "Especially after we drop you off at the Arcadia Police Department. Speaking of, the cops should be crawling all over your compound shortly."

"What!?" Hester's expression jumped to anger now.

"Oh, yeah. Tip from an anonymous hacker. Try not to struggle too hard, you might hurt yourself." Crypto stood up and loomed over her, the woman's eyes flitting down to his belt as she shrank away. Probably wondering what he was planning to do to her on the flight over.

Truth be told, she did have a nice mouth and fucking it roughly had been pretty good. Now that he had all the power, Crypto felt it might be even more satisfying now.

The shuttle angled sharply and ducked down over a rooftop on the outskirts of the inner city, before lowering to a stable hover.

"You go the rest of the way alone," Crypto said, raising his voice as the side door slid open and the rotor noise rushed in from outside.

"You can't just leave me like this!" Hester screamed, her face livid and her slim shoulders working over and back as she struggled against the zip-ties.

"I can," Crypto assured, opening his holo-panel. "But tell you what. I'll leave you a courtesy."

As he jumped backwards off the shuttle, he fired Hester's cybernetics a very special package through her unencrypted service access. The file executed itself and the result was immediate.

Hester keened. It was real this time and while her acting had been impressive before, this was a hundred-percent more of a genuine moan. Racing through her pleasure centres, Source Code quickly brought her up to the cusp of orgasm. The goat threw her head back and propped one of her heels up on the bench where Crypto had been sitting a moment ago. She opened her slim thighs and prepared to squirt a waterfall of liquid gratifications out from under that scandalous little skirt of hers. Her mouth hung open with an agape smile, eyes turning white as her irises rolled up and into the back of her head.

A shudder rolled down her spine and her hips bucked at the air. Here it came... any second...

Hester let out a surprised and frustrated scream as she clawed at the leather cushions so hard one of her fake nails snapped clean off. Gritting her teeth, she was breathing hard as she fell from the cusp of orgasm, then rose just as quickly back up as the same version of Source Code that had ravaged Mrs Taylor to the same point of incomprehensible neediness pulsed through Hester's body.

Her ass lifted up off her seat and she clenched hard a few times, trying to force the orgasm out, but it wouldn't come. Not unless someone touched her. She closed her thighs and rubbed them together but it was no use. With her hands bound and Crypto leaving, she was stuck in the torturous cycle all.

"W-w-wait!" Hester stammered between gasps of ecstasy as she saw Crypto back away. "Where-... where do you th-think you... ohhhh~!" She swallowed a breath, then opened her eyes just enough to leer at him with sheer neediness. It was the same look of desperation Mrs Taylor had given him back at school.

Except Hester didn't get the slightest rise, or even throb out of Crypto. No matter how she moved, begged, moaned or opened her long legs to flash her drooling pussy.

"Don't go," she begged. "Don't leave me like this! Please, fuck me! Finish me, I can't stand being left like this!"

She shuddered, a shake running all the way down her spine. Her back arched off her seat and she threw her head back, letting out a long moan of pleasure. But as good as it felt, she was left dripping with arousal and just short of being totally fulfilled. A puddle was beginning to form on the leather seat under her as her torment only just begun.

Crypto smirked and flipped her a one-fingered salute. "Suck it, bitch. There's probably a whole slew of horny convicts waiting in a holding sell at Arcadia PD."

And with that he disembarked, leaving the tormented mobster aching for a complete orgasm to be ferried the rest of the way to justice.

###

Like what you see? Want to support my work? You can do so in a number of easy ways.

You can read my stories on SoFurry, FurAffinity, InkBunny, Weasyl and HentaiFoundry.

Follow me on Twitter for updates on what I'm up to, or just a casual chat.

Hit me up on Minds for the same as above, only better. You can even donate.

You can leave me a tip on Paypal (mchapel117@gmail.com) or inquire about a Commission.

Last but not least, why not consider buying one of my stories on Smashwords, or supporting my work on Gumroad?

Curse of the Caller - ISBN 9781370248896 [Free!] Smashwords | Gumroad

Tales from the Underhome - [Free!] Smashwords | Gumroad

Doing Hoodrat $&@! With My Friends - [Free!] Smashwords

Last Man Standing - ISBN 9781005813277 [Free!] Smashwords

SCP: Ophidiophile - ISBN 9780463383025 [Free!] Smashwords

Hard Vacuum - ISBN 9781370304370 [$2] Smashwords | Gumroad

Nikki of Earth - ISBN 9781370887996 [$2] Smashwords | Gumroad

Sucker for Pain - ISBN 9781370971800 [$2] Smashwords | Gumroad

The Romantic Antic - ISBN 9781370074105 [$2] Smashwords | Gumroad

Going Hag Stag - ISBN 9781370933426 [$2] Smashwords | Gumroad

The Dunwich Whore - ISBN 9781005859312 [$2] Smashwords | Gumroad