Free Fiction: “Infernal Attractors” by Cody Goodfellow

“Turn it on,” she said.

When he didn’t move, she cocked the gun. Even so, Marc hesitated, his hand over the knife switch at the heart of the sprawling machine.

“It’s not safe,” he said, trying not to whine.

“I know,” she replied. The raw silk in her weary voice turning to rusted steel. “That’s why I need it.” She laid down the gun, certain of his obedience, and began to unbutton her long black dress. It slithered off her angular, hungry curves to pool round her feet. Her stockings were the color of smoke. She wore nothing else. The sheen of her perspiration made her pale body glimmer in the moonlight. Her long burgundy bangs hid her eyes. “Turn it on, and open it up all the way.”

He had built it for her, with the weird old components she always seemed to find just when they were needed, and the yellowing circuit diagrams stamped PROJECT BIFROST: ABOVE TOP SECRET. Whenever he asked her about it, she had fucked him until he forgot his questions. But this morning, he had done some digging and found out just enough about what he had built that he tried to destroy it.

Thus, the gun.

She’d told him some of it, when she had to. She didn’t have to spell it out. She had to be an idiot or crazy, not to realize how far out of his league she was. When they’d met on a makers’ message board thread about teledildonics and orgone generators, he’d played along with what he was sure was a joke. Something that’ll make Sex and Drugs obsolete, was all she had to say. Meeting her in person was a shock. Her picture didn’t begin to do her justice.

Like most girls who dyed their hair a new color every week and covered themselves in tattoos, there was damage behind her intriguing façade, desperation and despair between the whirlwind binges of thrill seeking. She warned him she was “a bit of a nymphomaniac,” and there was a sleepy confession that she’d been to rehab, been committed, experimented on. He didn’t care about her past, any more than he cared if she really loved him, or what the hell a Tillinghast resonator was, until it was too late.

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Cody says … a note about Cthulhurotica from Cody Goodfellow

The lovely Cody Goodfellow, a contributor to Cthulhurotica and author of many a dark tale, had this wonderfully wacky thing to say about the book:


“If  Lovecraft didn’t have vast and crippling fears of sexual intercourse, his stories wouldn’t be half as powerful or as memorable as they are.

To bring an overtly erotic element into a cosmic horror story without swerving into full-tilt silliness takes more than just big huevos. It takes the kind of non-Euclidean genital density ordinary humans aren’t even equipped to perceive, except by the warp of its gravity well. If you ever meet any of the transhuman pornographers who donated their skeevy seed to this book, don’t look under their skirts, no matter how often they offer.

For Dagan Books‘ inaugural release, editor Carrie Cuinn has embarked upon a catastrophically foolish plan to gather a singularity of testiculovarian fortitude into one flimsy cup anthology. My contribution, “Infernal Attractors,” proceeds from the assumption that Stuart Gordon’s From Beyond wasn’t sleazy enough. It appears alongside new monster-sexcapades from Jennifer Brozek, Ahimsa Kerp and twenty-three otherworldly pseudopod-fondlers.

The circular debate about the sexual subtext in the Cthulhu Mythos probably won’t get put to bed by this book, but I think it will generate some worthwhile controversy, especially if they shoot “I Heart Tentacles” thongs out of a T-shirt cannon at conventions.
Cthulhurotica goes on sale December 15th. Bring extra deodorant.”

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