Hardcover Edition containing Pornucopia and The Magic Fart
Pornucopia is a picaresque black comedy that transgresses all bounds of everyday good taste. It begins in a near-future world where sex-vending machines and genital transplants are taken for granted.
Prior Gross, the hero and sex object of this wild adventure, thinks his fantasies have all come true when a beautiful young woman seduces him on a public beach. She turns out to be a succubus, beginning his initiation into a realm populated by demons that are not merely horned, but horny. He encounters a perverse cast of characters that includes a satyr, a vampire, and a pair of luscious sisters, one of whom tricks him out of his manhood.
So Prior Gross sets out on a perverse odyssey, taking him to a distant planet where he discovers the key to the return of his property and, ultimately, the origin of the universe itself.
The Magic Fart
Picking up where Pornucopia left off, our hero Prior Gross receives word that his ideal woman, whom he never knew existed, is in trouble! Off he goes to the Land of Fartingale where farts are magic!
A rollicking good time!
Piers Anthony writes— "Be warned: this is not Xanth. But those who want their minds wickedly stretched, read on."
Twenty-one times New York Times Bestselling Author
Piers Anthony is one of the world's most prolific and popular authors. His fantasy Xanth novels have been read and loved by millions of readers around the world, and have been on the New York Times Best Seller list twenty-one times.
Although Piers is mostly known for fantasy and science fiction, he has written several novels in other genres as well, including historical fiction, martial arts, and horror. Piers lives with his wife in a secluded woods hidden deep in Central Florida.
He woke in his own apartment, his penis itching furiously. He reached down automatically to rub it, trying to remember how the past evening had finished—and found a bandage.
A bandage! Had he come down with VD after all?
He sat up groggily, yanking at the dressing. It came away with a flash of gruesome pain. For a moment he stared at his crotch uncomprehendingly.
He did not have VD. The reality was much worse. His penis was gone. It had been amputated.
Dazed, he sat on the bed. How could such a thing have happened? He still had his testicles—but what good were they without the delivery system?
He thought back to the party. He had seen the satyr making out with the succubus. Then Tantamount had summoned him, and—
"Why, that thieving bitch!" he exclaimed, and the effort made his nonexistent penis hurt again. She hadn’t been attracted to him at all, but to his penis! So she had drugged him somehow and stolen his masculine member. She had talked so long before coming to the point in order to distract him and keep him quiet until the drug put him down; only when she had been assured she had him, had she allowed him to have her.
Prior dressed and drove to Tantamount’s house. He didn’t know what he was going to do, and knew it wouldn’t work, but he had to try.
She opened the door promptly. "Why hello there, Mr. Gross! So nice to see you again."
This set him back. She was absolutely ravishing despite the mundane dress and conventionally bound hair. Now her tresses were ordinary brown—had the color been a trick of the night lighting?—and her bosom was demurely de-emphasized under a laboratory smock, and her fair face was innocent of any sign of any thought touching on anatomical matters between the shoulders and the knees.
"Do come in," she said, as though he were an old friend. And when he was in: "Are you in pain? Let me check the dressing." She kneeled before him, opened his fly and ran her slender fingers over his smarting crotch. "Oh, you removed the bandage. That won’t do. This will heal nicely, but it has to be protected for the first few days. The operation was a success. You were so generous, contributing to science and health this way. Let me show you."
She took him to a small office where she rebandaged him, leaving a pipette for urination, then led him back to the laboratory.
His penis was ensconced within a maze of glass tubing. Colored fluids traveled to its base, and there was the steady hum of a pump. A plaque set in the base of the display said: DONATED IN THE INTEREST OF THE WELFARE OF MAN—PRIOR GROSS.