Tandy, Tandy, Burning Bright
Series: Xanth fanfiction
Summary: When life sends you nightmares, you ride them. When life sends you Smash Ogre, you ride HIM. Tandy deals with her sense of species identity, harnesses her nightmares, faces her demons, loses and regains her soul, and gets a character arc.
Word Count: 21,000
Notes: We have so many feelings and thoughts about Xanth in general and Tandy in particular that we're just going to put them in the comments below. Content warnings for reference to magically-compelled love, an incest metaphor that's never acted on, a magically-compelled suicide attempt (quickly thwarted, everyone's fine), fantasy racism (MAJOR theme), consensual kink (soul play, magical impact play), and sex. Also Tandy becomes median for this fic!



( You’re the most constant creature imaginable, and I love you. )

Title: Strapping
Series: Infinity Smashed
Summary: Bob and Grey's relationship was supposed to be casual and short-term, but now everything falls apart... and gets rebuilt. NSFW.
Word Count: 3068
Notes: Uploaded in honor of Infinity Smashed's 25th anniversary! Also someone discussed the events of this story as "history" and I felt old. As a side note, I'm down to the last ten copies of the paperback of Found Wanting, and I don't plan to reprint it. If you want it, now's the time! (I will also likely be weeding the ebook as well. Sorry Infinity Smashed; you are not a hot seller.)

They’re down to Bob’s MISC boxes, never unpacked, when Grey finds a neon pink and purple dildo shaped like something from a tropical aquarium.

( Pegging and the Patriot Act )

The Sins-of-Flesh Demon
Summary: Reverend Alpert meets a demon who just won't leave him alone. And she's friendly. NSFW.
Series: Reverend Alpert, the Traveling Exorcist
Word Count: 3474
Notes: Winner of this month's Patreon poll! And wow, talk about a blast from the past. We originally wrote the Sins-of-Flesh Demon back in 2011(!) for the first writeathon we ever threw, writing stories according to reader prompt. Shawn of Rolodexaspirin wanted kinky demon/exorcist porno; we had no idea what Reverend Alpert would end up becoming! Alpert (and the demon girl) ended up keeping us in toothpaste and toilet paper during the Homeless Year, which meant this story became a slight inconvenience--anyone who read THIS as the first chapter of the series would reasonably (and incorrectly) assume it was a porn series, but it was also such a keystone story that it couldn't really be removed or changed. It's undergone some major revisions so as to better mesh with the new first chapter, The Gestaltist of Blood. Content warnings in the comments.

Alpert was young, two-named, naked and face down in the dirt, arms pinned by High Guards whose features were long since blurred away by time and memory. A thousand faceless witnesses stared down at him from the amphitheater’s stands, a wheel of eyes. He felt Booker Z. Lilac’s weight come down onto his back, holding him down, and agony sliced into his back like fire. He screamed into the gag in his mouth.

Marked and Gilded
Summary: Bob and Grey get sloppy, try to rein it in... and fail. NSFW, illustrated.
Series: Infinity Smashed
Word Count: 1662
Notes: Winner of the writing poll this month!

A low whistle. “Who’s the lucky lady, Grey?”

Grey pulls her shirt down, but it’s too late; the other gym rats have noticed. The restructure hires eye her disdainfully, but the old horses start ribbing her.
( Marked )


Gilded

Bob has a lot of things, and he doesn’t like getting rid of any of them. He’s only been in Vago a short while, but he has twice Grey’s possessions and seems incapable of paring them down. At first, he tries to hide what he’s doing, but finally, he asks her for help. “You’re always so organized… and I don’t want to have to rent a truck the size of the last one.”

His expression is ginger. He’s trying to let her down easy, remind her that he’s planning to leave, move back to the east coast. But he’s never hidden that from her, so it doesn’t bother her to say yes.

( Gilded )

The Morning After
Series: Infinity Smashed
Summary: Grey wakes up.
Word Count: 500
Notes: Winner of the patron poll this month, and a scene cut from the print version of Found Wanting! Sorry it’s so short guys; under normal circumstances I’d give a bonus, but to be fair, Red Roses Old Horses was quite long and also… it’s been a steamroller of a couple months. I am flattened. Sorry. Hopefully next month is less brutal.


When Grey wakes up the morning of February 15th, it’s been too long since her last dose of painkillers and moving to get more sounds worse than trying to go back to sleep. What was she thinking? Vicodin or no Vicodin, in this condition, she never should’ve considered fooling around—

Conscientious Deluxe Pants-Buying Experience
Summary: Isadore pulls on her gas mask and goes on an expedition to buy pants in a super-monetized post-pestilence hellscape that is totally not based on my personal experience.
Series: None (stand-alone)
Word Count: 1800
Notes: This story was posted with the support of the LiberaPay and Patreon crews!


The final blow came when Isadore opened the drier and discovered her final pair of jeans, just lovingly mended, had new holes in them. There was no question: she needed new pants.

( An adventure of evil, smartapps, and friendship ensues. )

The Sacrifice of the Blood Sisters
Summary: Three sisters are sent to seduce three gods… but they have their own plan in mind, and it involves the true meaning of sacrifice.
Series: Standalone
Word Count: 3300
Notes: This story was sponsored by the Patreon and the Liberapay crowd. It owes its existence to two things: a brief segment of Popul Vuh, which really made me want to know more about the women involved, and Kimberley Patton’s essay “Animal Sacrifice: Metaphysics of the Sublimated Victim,” which you can read in A Communion of Subjects: Animals in Religion, Science, & Ethics. (Thanks to @who-is-page for recommending this book!) Warnings for bloodletting and minor discussion of death and divine sacrifice.


Once upon a time, in the lands of ravines and cenotes, there were a powerful people with powerful gods. As everyone knows, gods can only be fed with blood, and their power reflects how well-fed they are. The powerful people kept their gods very well-fed indeed, for they came to the ingenious idea of using their enemies for this purpose. ( Do you know the true meaning of sacrifice, little one? It is 'to make sacred.' )

Queer Pride, Kinky Joy
Summary: Our experience at our first kinky play party. NSFW.
Series: Personal story
Word Count: 3800
Notes: This story was paid for by our generous Patreon supporters and originally made for a sexual assault survivors’ sexuality anthology that seems to have disappeared. Contains explicit sexual and BDSM content, all consensual: fetish wear, puppy play, D/S, Daddy/boy play, butt plugs, three ways, and sex toys. Also glancing mention of sexual assault, but this is a happy story. This story is also part of our prep work for the forthcoming Multi, MOREgasmic.


My husband Mac held up the tight black booty shorts and waggled his eyebrows.

“Oh nooo,” I said.

“Oh yesss,” he replied with a wicked grin.

( Considering the political climate, I felt like going public with this. When the box is suffocatingly small, you kick out a wall. )

House of Resilient Children, Chapter 1: Dani (Saturday)
Series: House of Resilient Children
Word Count: 3600
Summary: "There's nought so miraculous as the resilience of children." Premise post here.
Notes: the Patreon poll winner for this month! This is a horror story, so bad things happen! Content warnings (and stupid architectural trivia) in the comments below.


“—And when the anti-Rapture comes, the people will realize!”

Dani tried to keep her face blank and show no emotion, focusing on the torsion wrench in her left hand, the pick in her right, the lock in-between, all presents from her brother Chester and hidden from view in her sweater’s kangaroo pocket.

Chester was the one trying to calm things down. He was smiling, trying to be reassuring, but she could tell he was uncomfortable. Not as much as everyone else on the ferry, though.

“Pops, come on, it’s okay…”

But Papa Mike was on a roll. “You see, the false prophets have convinced you that angels steal away the blessed, but that’s a blasphemous lie! It is the fallen that take the flawed, leaving a sterile, empty world in their wake!”

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Best Laid Plans
Series: Infinity Smashed
Summary: Biff and M.D. decide to jailbreak, getting closer in the process than they ever wanted.
Word Count: 3100
Notes: Winner of this month’s Patreon poll! Takes place immediately after Best Enemies. Content warnings include spoilers so are in the comments.

That night, after cuffing Biff to the bars, the pinheads came to collect the dinner trays, call lights out… and unbind my hands, which was a relief. The moment I got the okay to move, I started stretching, trying to work the blood back into my aching arms and shoulders. Then I went to the toilet (the only source of water) and got to work washing the dinner remains off my face and clothes.

After getting unbound himself, Biff returned to his bunk and sat facing me, a shrewd look on his suet face. He seemed in a much better mood, and I wasn’t sure I liked it.

“I don’t like you,” he informed me.

“I don’t like you either, Georgia boy.”

“Cool. Come here.”

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