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Quaraun The Insane:
Volume 3 
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BoomFuzzy

Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole
(Includes NSFW 18+ CBT Yaoi scene)

BoomFuzzy

Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole
(Includes NSFW 18+ CBT Yaoi scene)



By EelKat Wendy C Allen

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BoomFuzzy

Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole
(Includes NSFW 18+ CBT Yaoi scene)

"Look at dat lack of a sunrise!" BoomFuzzy exclaimed as he looked out the window.

"What are you so cheerful about?" BeaLuna asked.

"I spent de night cumming on me favourite Elf."

"I didn't want to know that."

"Ya dragon sack of twinkies dragging me kiwis across yar face!"

"Why do you talk like that?"

"We should be two hours into daylight un it is as black as midnight out dere. I loves me blizzards!"

"You love blizzards? Are you crazy?"

"Aye, I is, I fucking out ta me gourd, but dat beside de point. I ai'na doing dis one. Dat be real snow un ya really trapped wid me now. Dis really be me favourite weader - I do'na live where I live for nay liking snow, ya knows! Haha! I used to live wid Christmas Elves."

BeaLuna turned to Quaraun and said: "He's crazy."

"I know."

"He's absolutely off his rocker."

"That's why I like him, BeaLuna."

BoomFuzzy ran for the front door, opened it and stood staring up at the sky.

"It be right on top of us," cried BoomFuzzy as he watched the snowflakes blowing outside. "We be stuck in here for de duration, now. Listen to de trees! I wish I could see it. Not crazy enough to step out into de forest un look - de winds."

BoomFuzzy closed the door.

"I should nay has opened door, now I be fucking freezin' cold."

"Yes," agreed BeaLuna. "And of course - living in an gingerbread house, on the bottom of a mountain, in a storm like this - you really got hope these winds don't lift the whole "house" off the ground. In case you hadn't noticed, the walls are shaking like there's a mob out there tearing your candy frosting off. Is it safe to be in this thing during a storm like this?"

"Well, no turning back now," said BoomFuzzy as he turned back to the room. "Ya try to leave to get to some ot'er shelter, ya will freeze to death before ya get a foot away from de front door. Like it or no, we is stuck in here for de duration, now."

"I can't believe I'm trapped in freaking gingerbread house, with two crazy Elves, during the biggest blizzard to hit us in 50 years."

"Well, at least ya will nay starve to death. Plenty of house to eet."

"You're crazy, BoomFuzzy. Who lives in an edible house?"

"I does. Un I fucking loves it."

"And what kind of a name is BoomFuzzy? Who names their kid BoomFuzzy?"

"Nobody. Tis nay me real name. I made it up."

"What is your real name?"

"Gwallmaiic."



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 "What kind of a name is that?"

"Tis an aristocratic name o de Phookas. I used to be one o dem fancy pants aristocrats. I used to be a king. King Gwallmaiic. And I got sick o royalty un snootiness un keeping up appearances un doing de right t'ing for de wrong reasons un one day I says hell wid all of it, abandoned de t'rone, left me people widout a ruler, changed me name to BoomFuzzy, became a candy maker, un found me a lonely lil Elf who be desperate to be fucked. I be much happier now."

"Are you pulling my leg?"

"No! God! Tits! Suck a cock dick damn it! Dat be de truth."

"So you're telling me that you are a king?"

"Aye. It were frustrating as tits."

BeaLuna turned to Quaraun: "And you fuck him?"

"I'm a wizard of the Di'Jinn order. Thullids fuck no one."

BoomFuzzy raised a questioning eyebrow to Quaraun's Thullid reference.

BoomFuzzy whispered to the Gnome: "Iffy ya does nay gain dominance over a Thullid while dey is yang, ya'll never get an upper hand once dey are fully matured. Dere be not'ing more dangerous den a fucking Thullid Di'Jinn." 

"Quaraun's not a Thullid."

"I beg to differ."

BeaLuna stomped over to Quaraun. "Do you know he thinks you're a Thullid waiting to hatch?"

"Yes. I know. He keeps telling me."

"Are you?"

"I am a wizard of the Di'Jinn order."

"Which be no a very reassuring answer," BoomFuzzy pointed out. "Considering dere is nay such t'ing as a non-Thullid Di'Jinn."

"BoomFuzzy!" BeaLuna shrieked. "Look at him! He's a Moon Elf. He's a strange, insane, sexless Moon Elf who who thinks he's a Di'Jinn because he grew up with Thullids, but he's still a Moon Elf. Look no tentacles anywhere."

"Him be dressed like a Thullid."

"Yes. I've noticed. The whole village has noticed. Quaraun floats around the village acting and dressing like a Thullid, because he's insane and doesn't know any better."

"Have ya ever known a Thullid who was nay insane?"

"I've never known a Thullid."

"Never?"

"Nope. Never even seen one. Only seen drawings of them and heard stories. And what the hell is a Christmas Elf?"

"Say what?"

"You said you lived with Christmas Elves."







"Oh dat. Aye. I dids. Years ago."

"What are Christmas Elves and why did you live with them?"

"Ah, well. I is by race a Phooka, which be type o shape shifting evil trickster Faerie, dat normally spends me time pretending to be an injured shaggy pony to lure humans to get close to it so it can eet dem, however I developed a taste for Elf flesh un is known by ot'er Phookas as 'The Elf Eater because I eet Elves instead o Humans. I ends up becoming somet'ing o cult leader, gat'ering up a following o ot'er Phookas who likewise give up eetsing Humans to eet Elves..."

"You eat Elves?"

"Aye. I be also known as The Elf Eater o Pepper Valley, un I soon discovers dat different types o Elves taste different depending on deir diet. De forest dwelling Wood Elves, who be hunters un gathers, has a wild game flavour, while de city dwelling aristocratic High Elves has delicate buttery flavours, caused by deir rich diets of de baked goods un sweets..."

"Elves have flavours?"

"Aye, like candy. Very tasty. Well, I discovers dat de farder North we travel..."

"We?"

"De Elf Eater Gang. Me un me followers, anyways de farder North we travel de richer de diets o de High Elves get, until one day we reach de North Pole region where we find Christmas Elves who feast on gingerbread, eggnog, sugar cookies, fruit cake, un candy canes." 

"Funny, you mention fruitcake."

"Prior to meeting Quaraun, I live for several centuries in Santa's Village up at North Pole..."

"Santa Claus?"

"Aye."

"You lived with Santa Claus?"

"Aye."

"Now I know your crazy."

"What for ya says dat?"

"Because Santa Claus isn't real."

"No?"

"No!"

"Him right jolly old Leprechaun."

"He's a Human myth. A bed time story."

"No. Him a great big fucking old fat Leprechaun King, strutting around in long red robes. Him live in big palace made o frozen eggnog. Has himself huge factory. Him keeps tens o t'ousand of Elf slaves up dere doing all him factory work. Right old tyrant dat one. Not at all like Humans says him is. Him got all dem Elves chains to de tables un chairs, doing all dat work, day after day, year after year. Hard slave driver, Santa Claus be. Un him do love cookies. Hmm."

"Okay, even if Santa was real, which he isn't, he's not some kind of tyrant slave master. He makes toys for children."



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"In de early days him dids. Before him started expanded his territory. In de early days, him was just wee lil Leprechaun making shoes for de child'en in his village. Dan he meet Krumpas. Krumpas was a fucking Phooka, like me. Krumpas wanted to eet de child'en, un de Leprechaun he was having hard time keeping up wid all de child'en. Took him whole year to make enough shoes. Him used to give out free shoes every month, but den he says, we do it once a year. But even den, too mony child'en in village. So Krumpas says, let us make list o de good un bad child'en - ya gives shoes to good child'en, un I do eet bad child'en, dat way we both get what we want un solve problem o too mony child'en."

"That's not the story of Krumpas."

"Have you ever meet Krumpas?"

"Have you?"

"Aye. Him be Phooka like me. So Santa un Krumpas dey go into business toget'er un it good business until de Humans wise up un child'en no more be bad, so Santa have to expand territory. He get himself team o caribou so him can travel farder un start visiting ot'er villages. Soon, child'en all over country be leaving old shoes out of doorstep every Christmas, in hopes dat Santa will bring dem new shoes. It get harder un harder for Krumpas to find naughty child'en to eet, so Santa put spell on sleigh un start using time travel portals to fly all over planet looking for naughty child'en for Krumpas to eet, un while doing so, he find all kinds o child'en who can nay afford shoes, so him try to make shoes for all o dem, because him can no stand see person who nay have good shoes."

"Santa gives children toys, not shoes."

"Aye, now him do, but in auld daes him give kiddies shoes. But dat be problem, because parents start to t'inks, dey can find Santa un steal shoes from him house whenever dey need shoes for deir child'en. Some people are just begging to be killed, ya knows? So Santa un Krumpas dey move to place no one can find dem, un now, because it take so long to make fancy shoes, instead him make soft red boots wid no soles, for de child'en to wear in bed at night to keep deir feets warm. And him put candy un coal un toys in boots un hang dem on chimneys..."

"Santa only gives coal to bad children."

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Ya gots it all wrong. Santa put coal in velvet boots, so child'en can have warm fire to sit near to on Christmas morning. He give dem warm velvet boots to warm deir feets, un lump o coal to light deir fire, un cookies to fill deir belly, un a fucking toy to play wid so dey forget how cold un hungry dey are once food be gone un fire go out."

"I've never heard it like that before."

"Well, Santa him want to take care of all child'en every where, all over planet, but dere just be too mony un him could nay find enough people what wanted to help him, so him, build big factory un him, send Krumpas out to find slaves. Krumpas knows of me, fellow Phooka, how good I is at capturing Elves. He have me help him round up Elves for Santa's factory. De Elves do no knows dey is slave."

"Really? How is that possible?"

"I be very good chef. I be best chef on planet. Santa, him dids like me. Him made me head chef un I spent me time perfecting making gingerbread, sugar cookies, eggnog, candy canes, taffy, un chocolate, all o which I used to fatten up Santa's Helper Elves which I later eet. Santa do nay care if he lose an Elf here or dere, so long as Krumpas keep bringing in more. Well one day, Krumpas find himself a whole fucking forest o Cookie Elves..."

"Cookie Elves?"



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"Aye. Tiny wee lil Elves, smaller den Quaraun here. Dey live in de hollow trees in de forests around Gichi-gami. Narcissistic lil t'ings. Dey make cookies shaped like demselves. Dey call demselves Keeblers. Gichi-gami Elves is among de tastiest."

"Gichi-gami?"

"Dat big lake, few miles inland un south o us here. Krumpas found dis whole forest o giant deadwood trees, un all de trees was hollowed out un full o lil Elves who do not'ing but bake cookies all day. Krumpas herded dem all up, shipped dem up to de North Pole un now Santa got himself an entire factory full o tiny Elves making cookies un toys all dae long. Dey is addicted to eetsing cookies as much as dey likes cooking dem. Me? I loves to cook. And I loves to eet Elves. So I lived up dere wid de Santa Claus for a few centuries, baking cookies un eetsing Elves."

"You're crazy. Quaraun, he's crazy."

"Yeah, well, you think I'm crazy too."

"You're right. You're both crazy."

"Later, when I returns to de Deep North un finds de Moon Elf Village here a few miles south o Santa's Village, I sets up shop un once again goes to work fattening up Elves on sweets un eetsing dem. De secret to me success in getting Elves desperately addicted to eetsing me gingerbread un chocolate, be de greenhouse full o poppies at de back o me shop un de cave full o mushroom in me basement under me shop. Un all dose frogs in all dem tanks. Poison arrows. Me grandson sent dem to me."

"Grandson? You have children?"

"I has mony child'en. All over place. All o me candy, cakes, cookies, un drinks are brimming full o opium un fly agrillia un frog slime un causing de Elves to get uncontrollably addicted to eetsing only foods I makes."

"I've been eating your food for weeks."

"I knows it. I starts out intending to eet Quaraun, but finds de Elf too smart to eet me food, him knowsing it is drugged. In me decades o trying to get Quaraun to eet me food, I ends up falling in love wid Quaraun, un by de time Quaraun here finally does eet me cooking, I be no able to bring meself to kill Quaraun. Yis es correct. I may be crazier den even him is. We live toget'er as lovers for 30 years. During dat time, Quaraun eets not'ing but me drugged food un is no longer able to eet anyt'ing else, due to his addition to de opium in me food. It real reason him come prancing over here every dae."

BoomFuzzy stared at Quaraun with a wild look in his eyes and then said: "It being almost Christmas, I should ties ya up wid tinsel un stick a candy cane up ya ass."

Quaraun looked up from his book from the first time and stared wide eyed at the sex crazed candy maker.

"Nope. He's crazier then you are," BeaLuna said to Quaraun.

"Yes, I had noticed." Quaraun went back to reading his book.

"Why do I get the impression you'd let him do that to you?"

"What's saying he hasn't done that to me already?"

"Has he?"

"Would you want to know if he had?"

"I... no. I don't think so."

"Ah, dids ya knows him also does likes being rolleds in chocolate?"

"Rolled in chocolate? He rolls you in chocolate."







"He's a candy maker."

"Quaraun, what is wrong with you?"

"I like him licking chocolate off of me."

"Yeah. I'm starting to realize what it is you two do when you're alone."

"Him uncut Elf. I should stuff a candy cane up him dick. Peppermint oil burns like hell. Sensative nerves on his foreskin, would have him screaming. Oooh! Makes me all tingly in me kiwis! I love screaming Elves."

"Quaraun, are hearing what he's talking about doing to you?"

"Yep."

"Why don't you stop him."

"No reason to."

"Really?"

"Nope."

"You're gonna let him do that to you, aren't you?"

"Probably."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Why not! ... What do you mean, why not? You... you... he... YOU'RE BOTH CRAZY!"

"Well, take me eyes oot wid a melon baller und burn dem in hell for all eternity! Tell me somet'ing we does na knows."

"You are a sick, disgusting pervert. You have a filthy mouth and a dirty mind. I don't know how Quaraun can tolerate you."

"Habooski! We has a winner! Or was dat a whiener?"

"Don't make fun of me"

"Ha, ha, ha." BoomFuzzy laughed. "Insert coin for pissy tittieeeeeeees! Hell ya!"

"You're crazy, BoomFuzzy. You're crazier then he is. Do you know how hard of a thing that is to do?"

"Well, fuck titties dickeronnie! I be crazier den Quaraun de Insane? Oh my! Fright un shivers. I is sooooooo ofended."

"You are a horrible person and I don't like Quaraun spending time with you. You're a bad influance on him. You're just plain a bad person."

"Eat shitballs ya stupid cunt."

BoomFuzzy flipped both middle fingers in her face as he said this.

"I do not like you."

"Oh bananas! Poor wee lil Gnome. Is ya jealous?"

"Why would I be jealous of you? You are a psychotic. You are most certainly not something to be jealous of."

"Ahhh, but Quaraun spends too much time wid me, gets far too excited over me, un ya does seem to be hung up on him. I t'inks ya wants to be fucked by our pretty Elf here."

"I do not."

"Yes, you do," Quaraun said. "You said so. More then once. You keep talking about wanting to have my Gnomish half-Elf babies."

"I does nay rule out t'reesomes," BoomFuzzy said cheerfully.

"Why does that make you so happy?" BeaLuna snarled at the candy maker.

"I'll gladly fuck him, while him fucks you."



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"You... you..." BeaLuna sputtered. "I don't like being trapped in this gingerbread house with the two of you."

"Well, ya should have t'ought o dat aforeing ya came in here to get out o de blizzard, now, eh? Ya stuck wid us now. Now what was I talking about?"

"Eating Santa's Elves," Quaraun answered. "Eating Keebler Elves, feeding Human children to Krumpas, rolling me in chocolate, and stuffing my uncircumsised dick with candy canes."

"Ah Yes! Un dat excites ya. We shall try dat. So Krumpas brings back all dese Cookie Elves un, Santa his get addicted to dey cookies. So now Santa all he wants is cookies. He become like cookie monster. All t'inks aboot is de cookies. And so now he decides he will nay leave any t'ing for de child'en unlessing dey leave him out cookies. It de anise in de cookies dat does it, eh? Very addicting. So, very addicting."

"Isn't anise what you wash your hair with?"

"It is. It act as aphrodisiac. It why ya can no get away from me no more. Anyways, Santa him decide him need more cookies, un him get mad if him get to house un dey does no leave cookies. So instead o Krumpas eetsing de child'en, he tell Krumpas, eets de parents too, on acount o dem ones who dids no leave cookies. But den yeah kills too mony people ya start to get sloppy. Krumpas, he started getting sloppy. Leaving too much blood every where. Krumpas, him tell Santa, Ya large carcase is getting in de way of me murder here. Santa, him use him coat to wipe up de blood, un discover, hey, blood make good dye for coat."

"He's a FarDarrig?" Quaraun asked.

"Aye. Him is now. But him started out a Leprchaun. Dat be what I were saysing. Him got a taste for wearing blood.  And Satna was all like, 'Yay! I murdered him! Woo hoo!' Now him only wears red. Him wear big coat too big for him, so he can soak up more blood wid it. Un no one notice. Parents, dey greedy bastards, so long as yeah leaves lots o toys to keep child'en quiet un lots o coal to keep dey house warm, un lots o shoes un whoolen red sock to keep deir feeties warm, dey do nay care if ya eetss a fucking child or two here un dere on de side. Humans be strange like dat. Does nay care for deir own, very selfish, self centred beasts. Him try to do dat wid Dwarves now, un him have kit un kaboodle o dem on warpath. Dey strong family bonds, Dwarves does. Taste terrible t'ough. Ick. Horrible. Stringy, grainy, un full o hair. Dey does nay make good cookies. No one wants hair in deir cookies."

"When you say Dwarves don't make good cookies... you mean you kill the Dwarves and use them as ingredients, don't you?"

"Aye. What else would I mean?"

"I don't know."

"Anyways. Santa, him does get old, un him t'inks to himself, I does nay want to die. I will live forever. Him knows I be Necromancer..."

"You're a Necromancer?" BeaLuna asked.

"Aye."

"I told you he was," Quaraun said.

"Yeah, but you're crazy. You see Faeries and Unicorns around every corner too."



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"Right now I see a Gnome and a Phooka, that means I'm looking at two Faeries.

"I'm not a Faerie, he's not a Phooka. I'm a Gnome. He's a psychotic chef."

"I be Phooka," BoomFuzzy stated, but BeaLuna wasn't listening. She was too busy glaring at Quaraun.

"Anyways," BoomFuzzy continued. "Santa be getting old un him nay wants to die un he knows I Necromancer, so him come up wid idea him going to become Lich un live forever. Him were one o first Liches I ever made, before I made de Lich Lords, wid help of our crazy lil Elf here."

BoomFuzzy pointed to Quaraun.

"Now Santa be undead Leprechaun Lich, who spend his time zipping t'rough portals on flying caribou sleigh, giving toys to any one who gives him cookies, un letting Krumpas eets any one who does'na. Dat de real story of Santa Claus. De one which de Humans do nay knows of."



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 With the real blizzard snowing them in, BeaLuna and Quaraun now really were trapped with BoomFuzzy and spent the winter snowed in the gingerbread house. It wasn't until mid-Spring before the snow melted enough for BeaLuna to leave and head back to check on things in the Gnome village. She couldn't get out of that gingerbread house fast enough.

While in the fist couple of weeks, Quaraun had been too shy to allow BoomFuzzy to do anything to him with BeaLuna in the building, his inhibitions had quickly given way to his lusts and soon BoomFuzzy and Quaraun were all over each other, regardless of if the Gnome was in the room with them or not.

That Quaraun was so ready to submit to anything Boomfuzzy did to him surprised her, but it did not shock nearly as much as the things the sadistic candy maker could think of to do to the Elf.

It would not have bothered BeaLuna so much, had it just been BoomFuzzy doing things to Quaraun. She could have told herself the candy maker was forcing the Elf agaist his will. What bothered her, was that Quaraun was not just recieving pleasure, but givng it as well. As BoomFuzzy had rightly said, Elves did become very addicted to his opium infused chocolate, and Quaraun more so then others, and once BoomFuzzy realized he could get the Elf to lick chocolate off his dick, it became a daily activity for the couple. Both men had become addicted to sucking the other's cock.

The thing which bothered her the most, though, was how incredibly violent BoomFuzzy could get during sex. Quaraun, being a Thullid who had never felt physical sensation, living in the body of a species known for repression their response to physical sensation, was able to take quite a bit of pain, before he made any outward indication that he was actually hurting. The result was could tie up the Elf's penis and scrotum in ways that would have sent most men screaming for the door.



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 BeaLuna's initial horror at the thought of BoomFuzzy shoving a candy cane up Quaraun's ass, was quickly replaced by the realization that this was nothing compared to the other places BoomFuzzy could find to force the tingling menthol infused candy sticks into. She discovered this when one day she walked in on the amorous couple, to find Quaraun tied done to the bed with silver garlands of tinsel. She had gone in talking, but whatever she had to say was quickly forgotten when when she saw what BoomFuzzy was doing to Quaraun.

The room was filled with the scent of their cum, mixed with the scent of cloves and peppermint. The Elf was beyond recognition of anything going on in the room around hm, totally lost in the escasty of the lusts he was feeling, and the intense sensations caused by the burning feeling of the peppermint oil melting off the peppermint stick that was pushed several inches up into his dick. The Elf's body was rigid and a pain filled whimpering moan escaped his lips. He looked as though he were about to pass out from the pleasure he was feeling.

“I does no t’inks him gonna hears ya, Gnome,” BoomFuzzy said to BeaLuna.

“I can see that. What did you do to him?”

“Nothing him did no wants.”

“You're hurting him.”

“Aye. And him loving it.”

“How did you get that... it's too big to... why?”

Quaraun arched his hips up and moaned loader, twisting his feet and clenching his toes, as BoomFuuzy pushed the candy cane even father into his pee hole, while at the same time squeezing his testicles much harder then was comfortable for Quaraun.

“Because him likes it.”

Cum began to ooze out of Quaraun's swollen red slit, around the green and white striped candy stick and dripped down his cock. BoomFuzzy immediately licked it up, Without paying any farther attention to the Gnome, BoomFuzzy began puting ice cream on the Elf's chest, then drizzling hot melted chocolate sauce all over him, and was soon on top of Quaraun, licking the melting ice cream off the Elf's nipples.

BeaLuna didn't want to see what would happen next and ran from the room.

After that she made a point of avoiding the couple any time she thought they might be acting out one of the candy and sex fetishes, and when Spring came, melting the snow enough for travel, BeaLuna fled from the candy shop wondering how she would ever get the images she had seen there, out of her head.

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Volume 3: BoomFuzzy

Three Hundred years before Quaraun meet Unicorn in The Night of The Screaming Unicorn, he meet another Phooka, the same Phooka in another form, when an Elf eating candy-maker arrives in the Moon Elf Village and puts every one under a spell so that no one notices as villagers are one by one disappearing.

Young wizard Quaraun sees through the illusion, but instead of stopping it, helps the monster pick who to kill, and builds 13 phylacteries for the most infamous Lich making spell any wizard ever cast: the one that created the Thirteen Lich Lords, in the process falling in love with the leader of the Lich Lords, The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley himself.

Life is going good for the young wizard, until his best friend BeaLuna the Gnome alerts his father that there's more going on in the gingerbread house the making candy, and a mob of Moon Elves sets out to kill Quaraun in a public execution.

Enranged by the near murder of his lover, the illusions melt away revealing the Lich Lord and his innocent looking gingerbread house for the monsters they really are.

With the Twighlight Manor now threatening to eat every Elf in the village, the Moon Elves plot to destroy the suicidal Elf Eater and his sentient house, not realizing that worse things walked among then then Phooka's and Liches: a Thullid has taken up residence in the Pink Necromancer's head, remaining peacefully dormant until BoomFuzzy's death unleash's it's fury on them all.


TRIGGER WARNING:

Another of the stories banned by fanfiction.net in 2012, this one contains three controversial scenes:

The torture scene when Quaraun receives his sex altering injury.

The graphically detailed suicide of BoomFuzzy 

The bloody murder of Quaraun's four children.

By far the bloodiest story of the series, this novel contains disturbing details of death, abuse, torture, suicide, and murder and is considered to be Gorn.


As you follow the series along, you find that Unicorn's obsession with Quaraun reaches a point where Quaraun gives up and simply allows himself to be sexually abused, daily, for years on end, by the Unicorn, because he's realized he can't get away from the extremely obsessive creature that follows him every where he goes.

One of the most disturbing scenes of the entire series is in volume 3, BoomFuzzy, when it is revealed, just how long the Unicorn's obsession has been going on. While most of the series takes place when Quaraun is an adult and is actually quite old, the novel, BoomFuzzy, is a flashback, that takes place when Quaraun was a child. 

As a young boy, about 9 years old, Quaraun finds an injured pony, badly abused, shackled in chains, and locked in a cage. Not realizing the little innocent looking Shetland Pony, is actually a Phooka (a type of evil Faerie Horse), he sets it free. Phookas a viscous black unicorns, fire breathing monsters who skewer people on their horns, and take delight in crushing people to death under their hooves. There is no such thing as a good Phooka, and they are killed on sight whenever they are found. That the boy let him go free, puzzled the demonic beast.

The boy went back to his life. The Phooka followed him. From that point on, Quaraun could not escape the black Unicorn that followed his every move.

When Quaraun was age of 15, the Black Unicorn took on a humanoid form, that of a candy maker named BoomFuzzy, and set up shop in Quaraun's village. Luring children to his gingerbread house, the beast set out to killing and eating every one who got near his candy shop... except for Quaraun.

Quaraun was small, sick, and liked wearing dresses, resulting in his being bullied by the other boys in the village. When one day the bullying got out of hand and Quaraun was nearly killed, the Unicorn swept in and slaughtered the bullies, saving Quaraun's life, then taking the injurged boy back to the gingerbread house.

From there the BoomFuzzy story took a darker turn, as the young boy now finds himself, both well care for by a loving protector, and sexually abused by an obsessed stalker. The duel nature of BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, both comforts and terrifies Quaraun, as he finds himself safe and protected, while simultaneously abused and kept under strict control.

The rest of the BoomFuzzy novel becomes a self battle, with Quaraun, both loving and hating the Unicorn that both protects and hurts him.

At it's core, BoomFuzzy is a novel that takes a dark look into the effects of child abuse, sex slavery, and the confusion caused by being a child who is both loved and victimized by a psychopathic adult.

Quaraun remains with BoomFuzzy for 30 years, with their relationship rocky, as Quaraun finds himself wanting freedom to choose to love someone of his own choosing, and at the same time his not wanting to hurt the beast that truly does love him, but is incapable of showing that love in none abusive ways.

After 30 years, Quaraun leaves. He finally escapes the monster that held him captive and sexually abused him for 30 years. A few weeks later Quaraun marries his first wife. And the next day, BoomFuzzy kills himself.

Quaraun finds the body of the dead Unicorn 3 days later and is devastated, realizing that had he not married, BoomFuzzy would not have commit suicide.

The theme of Stockholm Syndrome pushes front and center into the series from that point on, with Quaraun torn between the guilt of having caused BoomFuzzy's death, and the wife he can not look at because without her, BoomFuzzy would still be alive.

The wife, seeing that her husband cares more for his childhood captive than he had let on, takes to bullying Quaraun, belittling BoomFuzzy's memory at every turn. Quaraun grows to hate his wife. The more his wife, puts down BoomFuzzy's memory, the more defensive Quaraun becomes in protecting BoomFuzzy's honor and denying that BoomFuzzy had spent years sexually abusing him.

As the years go on, Quaraun starts to forget he was BoomFuzzy's victim, he forgets that BoomFuzzy was a child rapist, he forgets that he had spent those years wanting freedom from his captive. His memories become warped and he starts to think of BoomFuzzy as a past lover. On the anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death, Quaraun's wife writes a nursery-rhyme song, belittling BoomFuzzy, and teaches it too their 4 children. Unable to take the constant belittling from his wife anymore, in a fit of rage, Quaraun lashes out at her and murders both his wife and their 4 children. 

Horrified by what he's done, Quaraun flees into the mountains, not to be seen again for decades. When he does return to civilization, he's completly lost touch with reality, thus people begin to call him "Quaraun the Insane". When questioned as to why he killed his family, the only answer he gives anyone is: "I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more."

When the law tries to arrest him, he tries to escape and accidentally kills them too. Terrified, he flees again, now wanted for for multiple murders. Scared of his own temper, now afraid to be near anyone for fear he'll kill them, Quaraun becomes a wandering hermit, living on the run, never staying in any one place more then a day or two.

Several times his timing is bad and he arrives in towns, just as someone has been killed. Knowing he killed his family and the men who tried to arrest him, villagers are quick to blame him for any and every death, and soon reports calling him a serial killer are being spread across the entire country.


Chapter 1: King Gwallmaiic & The Sacred Pink JellyFish



The Gingerbread House From Hell (Part of Chapter 2)



Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole



The Hanging Tree



The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion



BoomFuzzy's Death



An Elf Gone Mad: The Rise of The Pink Necromancer



"I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more..."










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The 4 door white truck continues to sit at the end of my drive way (146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine) near every night around sunset, reeving it's engine and squealing it's tires, with the driver yelling anti-gay threats and obscenities out the window. He continues to do the same thing at my dad's apartment building (Biddeford Maine) a few times a week, usually in mid to late afternoon time. He continues to follow me to shopping to various stores in various towns throughout the states.

Phrases he yells from the truck include:

"Kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws all transsexuals are alike"

"I keep a gun under the seat of my truck, I'm gonna use it to shoot you in the head, you transvestite freak"

if cars are going by he yells to them: "that thing is Ken's son, look at how's it's dressed; it's insane, it has autism, we can't allow that thing and it's gay cars in our family friend town of Old Orchard Beach"

He often babbles deranged ramblings about something he calls "the gay-pocalypse", raving lunacy about how "all the gays are gathering" on his doorstep. He raves some crazy nonsense about how Armageddon is coming and the war to end all wars will be "the gays against the Christians" and Christians have to be ready to "kill the gays"

My car is the Autism Awareness Car and had 2.5million marbles glued to it (I have Autisn - savant - Kanner's syndrome) he claims tat my car "is gay" because of what it looks like. My car has been vandalised several dozen times, including to have the tires slashed 7 times in 6 months.

After dark often around 10PM, he stands at the end of the logging road across the street from me and shoots at my motohome (in February 2014 he shot holes in my neighbour's barn while doing this). I have video footage of 3 of his shootings at me here:  https://youtu.be/NUebzJ9sz9U and here: https://youtu.be/C4dZbgG-Smw

This has gone on since August 2013 now, in addition to all the vandalism, hate crimes, pet beheadings, etc that has happened, including the bomb that blew up our house in 2006.

As you know, that whole time I had not been able to get a plate number on the truck. He as just here again, and I just realized why I could not get a plate number... there are no plates on the truck, either on the front or on the back. However, as he was driving away today... I noticed, there is a plate, stuck up in the back window of the truck, where it can barely be seen, deliberately obscured from view behind a silver tool box.




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UPDATE: June 5, 2017
US Department of Justice, Civil Rights Division,
Joins FBI In Investigation of
Old Orchard Beach Town Hall and Police Department 
For Hate Crimes & Discrimination Done To
140+ Gypsies, Blacks, & LGBTQA+ Residents



Have Information?
Please Call FBI Agent Andy Drewer @ (207) 774-9322  

More info on what happened can be found HERE.



"People deserve a break. The stressed and unorganized person who doesn’t have the same priorities as you. They may be dealing with an autistic child, abusive spouse, fading parents, or cancer. Don’t judge people until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. Give them a break instead." 

— Guy Kawasaki


I'm a woman who has had 7 miscarriages, and wears "elaborate clothes". Because I have no children, the residents of Old Orchard Beach, beat me up, calling me a transsexual, claiming only a man would dress like I do, claiming that the reason I have no children is because I'm not really female.

They left me paralyzed and crippled. 

They crushed my hips, my pelvis, and my spine, and took away, what little chance I had to carry a pregnancy to full term.

I'm crippled for the rest of my life. I can barely walk now. It's why I'm now on a cane. Any hope I had of having children is gone now.

That's the reality, of the gay hatred of this town. 

I have Autism. I wear pink. I wear glitter. I talk with a "funny gay sounding voice".

According to the people in this town:

I walk like a fag...

talk like a fag...

dress like a fag...

act like a fag...

and therefor must be treated like a fag...

I need to be taught my place...

I deserve to be shot in the head...

I look gay, and therefore I must be, 

because no one but gay men, talk in this voice

no one but gay men wear pink

no one but gay men wear glitter

no one but gay men prance instead of walk...

so they beat me up, because I'm "too gay" for Old Orchard Beach

they cut my car in half, because I'm "too gay" for Old Orchard Beach

they put a bomb in my house, because I'm "too gay" for Old Orchard Beach

they filled my motorhome with feces, because I'm "too gay" for Old Orchard Beach

they kidnapped my cats, because I'm "too gay" for Old Orchard Beach

they drove a back hoe over my house, because I'm "too gay" for Old Orchard Beach

they cut my cats heads off and nailed their heads to my door, because I'm "too gay" for Old Orchard Beach

because I have Autism

and that makes me "too gay for the family friend town of Old Orchard Beach"

I used to dance when I walked... but after 5 months paralyzed, 18 months relearning to walk, and now 4 years later, my leg is lame and I am crippled, barely able to stand, dragging a lame leg, I'll never dance again.

Do you know what that's like?

Can you even begin to imagine?

To be an Autistic person, who can no longer dance when I walk?

They hate gay men so much, that they are willing to beat up a childless autistic women, in ill health, accusing her of being a transvestite.

Because these evil people took away my ability to have children, I had cats; but they took my cats, and cut off their heads, and nailed them to my door.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach. The gay-hating capital of Maine.

This is the reality of how Autistics are seen by the world.

This is the reality of how Autistics are treated by "normal" people.

This is the reality of being transgender in Old Orchard Beach.

This is the reality of what bullies do to someone with mental illnesses, they do not understand.

This is the reality of living with Autism.

Find out more here.


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Once you’ve seen, you can no longer act like you don’t know.

Open your eyes to the truth. It’s all around you.

Don’t deny what the eyes to your soul have revealed to you.

Now that you know, you cannot feign ignorance.

Now that you’re aware of the problem, you cannot pretend you don’t care.

To be concerned is to be human.

To act is to care.” 

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