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🌸🦄🌸 The following story is part of a long running Furry Yaoi MPreg Fiction series about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
It features a transman main character who is an often pregnant megalomaniac supervillain necromancer, married to an unhinged Faerie King.
This series was started September 23, 1978, and now spans 138 novels, 423 novellas, 500+ poems, and 3,000+ short stories. it celebrates it’s 50th, yes FIFTYITH! anniversary since the publication of it’s very first story (Friends Are Forever) on September 23, 2028!
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane — A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction
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The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
Domestic Lives of Dangerous Faeries - LGBTQAI+ Queer MPreg Cozy Fantasy Fiction w a F2M Elf Wizard, a Gay Faerie Chef, & a BiSexual Demon Time Traveller, Free To Read Online
Series Trigger Warnings:
* Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover
* Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man
* Furry Yaoi
* Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.
* Transman Mpreg
Not all things appear in all stories.
Series Heat Level:
* Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon
* Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange
* Novels: Orange, Lemon
What is the series about?
It's three god-level, planet destroying, alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon megalomaniac super villain bumbling wizards, and their ship's crew (The UnSeelie Court) with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, started a zombie apocalypse, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but are never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other, to ever get around to destroying the planet.
It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.
Seen in image:
- IMAGE 1: The Pink Necromancer, Thullid Infested Moon Elf silk weaver, travelling merchant, & Royal Court Mage of The UnSeelie Court: Quaraun Swanzen on Noodle Beach. With his unhinged temper, his 12 foot long prehensile, venomous jellyfish tentacle hair, his deadly laser wand, and his inability to stay sober long enough to cast a spell properly, he is the most feared being in the known universe. Quaraun is literally a Space JellyFish (A Thullid) whom has taken control of the corpse of a dead Elf.
In the year 2525, a comet struck the Moon. Now, in 40th century Maine, Earth is frozen, the Moon is fractured, and UnDead Lobsters are a serious problem. And then there's Quaraun: The Pink Necromancer. Most feared super villain on Earth. Possibly the galaxy. Maybe ever. But all he wants is tea, silk embroidery, and a calm evening in his lighthouse.
- IMAGE 2: Master Chef Phooka turned Lich King of The UnSeelie Court: King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. He is king of the entire fucking planet. Defy him and he'll serve you as the main course of the next UnSeelie Court feast. The world's only known Unicorn, in his true form he is a tiny lilac coloured Shetland Pony with a gleaming silver horn. In his Lich form he is a blue crystal skeleton of a Friesian stallion.
BoomFuzzy, the Unicorn Lich King of the UnSeelie Court, is Quaraun's dead husband. Technically dead. Officially terrifying. Unofficially the best baker left in the apocalypse.
- IMAGE 3: The Satyr-like, mad scientist Sheep Demon: Gremorse Liore aka GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. He is Quaraun's apprentice, and fast becoming the most powerful wizard in the universe.
GhoulSpawn, their brilliant, baffled companion, fell through time from 1978 and never found the way home. Now he juggles tech repairs, running from zombies, and being madly in love with the two most dangerous men of the apocalypse.
- Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
- Not seen here: Toobe: a deceptively innocent looking tiny flying silver metal orb that hoovers around GhoulSpawn, giving science reports and scanning for dangers, Toobe is a sadistically insane sentient AI from thirteen thousand years in the future, who is the real brains behind the plot of global domination.
The morning had thawed the sea. Just slightly. The sky shimmered in hazy pastels—milk-glass turquoise, the hue of old seafoam glass, kissed by gold. For a brief, rare moment, the coastal cove below the Black Tower Lighthouse was alive with false summer.
The ice had broken enough to let sunlight scatter in mosaic fragments across the surf.
Seals basked, blinking drowsily.
Driftwood bobbed, tangled in blue kelp. GhoulSpawn’s mechanical sea-buoys hummed in the tide, collecting data no one would ever use.
Quaraun wandered barefoot along the waterline, toes brushing wet sand and sea-glass pebbles, the hem of his pale aqua robe soaking up the salt. His hair dragged behind like a bridal train—silver, slick, iridescent, a moving jellyfish creature that brushed sea anemones and left phosphorescent trails behind him.
The scent of sun-warmed lichen and blooming sea-thistle filled the air. His chains jingled like soft wind chimes. The world felt gentle, like it had forgotten its own suffering.
On a sun-warmed rock sat BoomFuzzy, half-shifted into Unicorn form, silvery horn spiralled like a narwhal’s blade, his cloven hooves glistening wet.
“I could stay like this forever,” he said.
"You are dead. You already have forever," Quaraun replied, folding himself beside his lover, curling into the heat of his woolly side.
“Aye. But ye don’t. That’s the part I can’t fix.”
The light shimmered around them.
Soft.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Then—a shriek from the tower.
One of the beacon mirrors shattered.
Glass fell like diamonds.
The light changed.
The sky turned green.
And a hole opened in the air.
GhoulSpawn came sprinting from the water in a soaking lab coat, hooves slipping on algae.
“Dudes! I accidentally opened a portal to Before the Moon Fractured! Don’t be mad!”
BoomFuzzy sighed.
“I told ye no’ tae poke holes in time before breakfast.”
Quaraun stood slowly, brushing sand from his robe.
"Close it. Or we all shall die again."
The sea rippled.
Time warped.
The calm was gone.
And the lighthouse turned once more.
Forever keeping the light.
Forever keeping the dead.
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The morning had thawed the sea.
Just slightly. The sky shimmered in hazy pastels, milk-glass turquoise, the hue of old seafoam glass, kissed by gold. For a brief, rare moment, the coastal cove below the Black Tower Lighthouse was alive with false summer.
The ice had broken enough to let sunlight scatter in mosaic fragments across the surf.
Seals basked, blinking drowsily.
Driftwood bobbed, tangled in blue kelp.
GhoulSpawn’s mechanical sea-buoys hummed in the tide, collecting data no one would ever use.
Quaraun wandered barefoot along the waterline, toes brushing wet sand and sea-glass pebbles, the hem of his pale aqua robe soaking up the salt. His belly pressed heavy, swollen, round as a moon, pulling on his spine. Kits kicked, restless, tumbling, reminding him he was not walking alone. He curled his toes into the cold grit, flesh numb, skin raw, veins shivering with the chill of nuclear winter air.
His twelve foot long Rapunzel hair dragged behind like a bridal train, silver, slick, iridescent, a moving jellyfish creature that brushed sea anemones and left phosphorescent trails behind him. He thought of tentacles.
Of tangled nets.
Of silk threads pulled taut until they snapped.
Of the strange logic of being not Elf, not man, not woman, but jellyfish alien hidden inside skin.
Thoughts spiralled:
I am tentacle.
I am silk.
I am womb of kits.
I am bait.
I am lure.
I am cage.
The scent of sun-warmed lichen and blooming sea-thistle filled the air. His many dainty silver chains jingled like soft wind chimes.
Tinkle. Tinkle. Tinkle.
The world felt gentle, like it had forgotten its own suffering.
Forgotten but not forgiven.
Forgotten but not healed.
Forgotten but always waiting.
On a sun-warmed rock sat BoomFuzzy, half-shifted into Unicorn form, silvery horn spiralled like a narwhal’s blade, his clip-cloppy pony hooves glistening wet. His fur smelled of lilac, clove, anise, gingerbread sugar, smoke, and brine.
Cold air steamed around him, violet haze curling from his nostrils.
“I could stay like this forever,” he said as he transformed fully into his socky little Humanoid form.
“You are dead. You already have forever,” Quaraun replied, folding himself beside his lover, curling into the heat of his woolly side. He pressed his swollen stomach against BoomFuzzy’s hip. “I am whale. Whale and balloon. Whale and kits. Kits and whale.”
“Aye. But ye don’t. That’s the part I can’t fix.”
BoomFuzzy’s hand slid across Quaraun’s belly, squeezing, protective. His lips brushed Quaraun’s ear.
“Careful wi’ the wee ones, aye? Dinnae be trampin’ barefoot in sharp glass like a daft fuckin’ JellyBrains.”
The light shimmered around them.
Soft.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Quaraun thought of Twighlight Manor, thought of roses blooming in snow, thought of silk threads tightening, thought of absinthe dripping, thought of never-ending loops.
He whispered to his unborn kits:
“There is light and glass. Glass and light. Light is glass. Glass is light.”
Jellyfish loops.
Spiral logic.
Then, a shriek from the tower.
One of the beacon mirrors shattered.
Glass fell like diamonds.
The light changed.
The sky turned green.
And a hole opened in the air.
GhoulSpawn came sprinting from the water in a soaking lab coat, cloven hooves slipping on algae. His golden fleece dripped, clinging in curls, reeking of wet sheep wool, salt, ozone, and seaweed. His voice cracked into math equations as he ran breathless towards Quaraun.
“Portal flux...probability drift...wrong equation input...quantum backlash...it--"
"What have you done this time?"
"I swear I was only factoring buoyancy, dudes!”
"Mindless gibber jabber," BoomFuzzy said.
“Dudes! I accidentally opened a portal to Before the Moon Fractured! Don’t be mad!”
BoomFuzzy sighed. Lilac smoke curled. “I told ye no’ tae poke holes in time before breakfast.”
Quaraun stood slowly, brushing sand from his pink robe.
Kits pressed inside him, one foot or hand kicking against his ribs, sharp as broken glass. His jelly-hair writhed, tentacles twitching toward the portal, sensing, grasping, wanting. The silk on his ankles stuck with damp sand, dragging.
The cold bit.
His mind spiralled:
I am not whale.
I am glass.
Fragile glass.
But glass breaks.
And breaking glass cuts.
Cuts the world.
Cuts the kits.
Cuts the light.
“Close it" he said out loud. "Or we all shall die again.”
"Again" GhoulSpawn asked. His voice cracked. "What do you mean again?"
Quaraun's eye twitched. Silver chains on foot long Moon Elf ears jingled. He smelled roses—roses blooming in snow, roses rotting in blood, roses crawling into the portal, roses reaching up from The Twighlight Manor.
The sea rippled.
Time warped.
The calm was gone.
And the lighthouse turned once more.
Forever keeping the light.
Forever keeping the dead.
Forever keeping the unborn kits.
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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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