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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 calm of the morning was broken only by the soft sound of waves crashing against the shore. Quaraun stood at the window, his eyes watching the mist-covered ocean, feeling a strange peace settle in his chest. The lighthouse was perched just above the rocky coastline, the scent of salt air mixing with the warmth from the stove.
BoomFuzzy’s voice broke through the quiet.
“I’ve got breakfast ready. Fresh fish, just caught this morning.”
Quaraun turned, his eyes brightening.
“Ah, my favourite. You always know how to spoil me, Unicorn.”
GhoulSpawn leaned against the door frame, a mischievous grin on his face.
“You two and your fish. You’d think it was some sort of spell.”
“It might as well be,” Quaraun replied softly, smiling in contentment as he joined them at the table. The world beyond their door was harsh, but within these walls, they found sustenance, comfort, and love.
The calm of the morning was broken only by the soft sound of waves crashing against the shore. Quaraun stood at the window, his icy blue eyes watching the mist-covered ocean, feeling a strange peace settle in his chest. His hand pressed against the swell of his belly, round and stretched, kits inside restless, kicking like trapped minnows.
He thought: Belly is ocean, ocean is belly, kits swimming in jelly tides, I am their sea.
Quaraun was full of strange thoughts like this, when he was full of kits waiting to be born.
The lighthouse perched just above the rocky coastline, its black walls slick with salt spray, iron creaking in the endless wind. The scent of salt air mingled with warmth from the stove, thick, fluffy, pink silk robes heavy with rose oil clinging to Quaraun’s shoulders, cane leaning against the wall beside him.
Steam curled from the kitchen, carrying clove and anise, BoomFuzzy’s signature scent always saturating everything, lilac and gingerbread clinging to the walls as much as the sea’s salt. The master chef was doing what he did best: cooking sumptuous delights for his family.
BoomFuzzy’s voice broke through the quiet, gravelly, thick with rough joy.
“I’ve got breakfast ready, JellyLove. Fresh fish, just caught this mornin’. Fuckin’ perfect silver darlins, Elf.”
Quaraun turned, his blue eyes with pink pupils brightening, his twelve foot long prehensile hair shifting around him, living tentacles reacting to his emotions.
“Ah, my favourite. You always know how to spoil me, Unicorn.” His voice echoed with mindless repetition, words looped. “Spoil me. Spoil me. Always spoil me. Spoil me nice. Spoil me lovely. Spoiling. Spoiling. But never spoiling the food. No never.”
"Ya being ya daft poetic echo self, today, eh, JellyLove?"
"Yes. The kits are resting and I am not hurting."
GhoulSpawn leaned against the door frame, green velvet coat heavy with dampness, from the heavy fog. His wooly digitigrade legs, covered with golden wool dripping onto the floor. The big Satyr-like Sheep Demon smelled of wet sheep and ozone, tangling with the brine of the sea. A tell tale sign that he had once again been doing his scatterbrained science experiments out by the tidal pools again. A mischievous grin twisted his lips.
“You two and your fish. You’d think it was some sort of spell.” His gold pleco pupiled eyes flicked from Quaraun’s pregnant belly to the steaming fish BoomFuzzy had just laid on the table. “Careful. High sodium content. Might trigger early labour.”
Quaraun’s eye twitched.
“Math goat speaks of math."
"I'm a Sheep."
"Sheep. Goat. Goat. Sheep." Quaraun shuffled through the two words as if he could not decide which to say. "Sheep-Goat always calculates. Goat-Sheep fears salt. Sheep-Goat fears numbers.”
"It's just Sheep," GhoulSpawn said.
Quaraun's jellyfish-hair rustled, shifting with his mood, a thousand thin tentacles whispering against his warm pink silk, whispering against air.
“It might as well be,” Quaraun replied softly, almost dreamily, smiling in contentment as he joined them at the table. His movements were slow, deliberate, each step dragging, cane tapping, weight pulling him down.
The kits pressed outward, and he thought of whales:
"Whales, whales, belly whale, full of whales, fish inside me, fish outside me, all fish, all waves," the old Moon Elf muttered.
"Ah, ya having one of ya delirium days, eh?" BoomFuzzy said
"Am I?"
"aye."
"How can you tell?"
"Ya not making much sense."
"Oh."
BoomFuzzy pulled out Quaraun’s chair, grinning, beard dripping sea water, silver eyes glinting.
“Sit yerself, JellyBrains. Sit wi’ me. Let me feed ye, aye? Ye need tae keep strong fer the kits. No weak wee Elf spawnin’ in me lighthouse.”
"It is MY lighthouse," Quaraun corrected. "I am the lighthouse keeper. You are king of the UnSeelie Court."
"Aye, Love. Ya mind with us enough to get that much correct." His hand slid over Quaraun’s hip, squeezing, lingering. “I’ll keep ye full. Full o’ fish. Full o’ me. Full o’ everythin’. Here is YOUR lighthouse.”
Quaraun lowered himself into the seat, silk rustling, cane clattering against the table leg.
The smell of fried fish filled his nose, sharp and clean, salt on his tongue before he even ate. Rose scent from his own skin clashed with the rich, lilac-heavy scent of BoomFuzzy's dreadlocks, and the earthy wet sheep musk of GhoulSpawn, a riot of smells, overwhelming, yet comforting.
He closed his eyes, let the sound of waves crashing below the cliff echo inside his skull. The lighthouse shook faintly, as if giant tentacles pressed against the rocks, reminding them of the monsters that roamed Vesonta’s seas.
Quaraun whispered aloud:
"The waves breathe, the sea breathes, the sea is lungs, my lungs, the kits lungs, we drown, we breathe, drown breathe drown breathe. I need to feel safe. I need to keep my kits safe. Unicorn! You must keep us safe!"
"Aye. I will, Love. Ya can count on me for that." BoomFuzzy laughed, slamming a plate of fish down in front of him. “For now Love it be time to eat. Ya eating for a dozen or so, now, eh?"
"We have fish?" Quaraun asked looking at the plate.
"Aye. Fuckin’ fresh. Still wrigglin’. Still bleedin’. Straight from the sea tae yer plate. Eat, lad, eat, fer the wee ones. They’re kickin’ fer fish, eh?” He pressed his palm to Quaraun’s belly, feeling the kits stir. “See? They ken what they want.”
Quaraun smiled faintly, pink painted lips twitching.
“Yes. They know. They know before I know. They are hungry. They are alive.” His voice dropped into a Vincent Price whisper. “And I am their mother. Their sea. Their keeper. Lord of Twilight Manor, Lord of fish, Lord of kits.” His hair twined around his own neck, around his wrists, curling in a prayer motion. “I pray. I feed. I keep. I weave. Silk for them. Fish for them. All for them.”
BoomFuzzy kissed Quaraun.
GhoulSpawn snorted, folding arms over his damp chest.
“You two are disgusting. This is just breakfast. Fish and math. Calories and protein. Nutrients calculated per bite. You turn it into ritual. You turn it into madness.”
Quaraun opened his eyes, staring at him.
“It is ritual. It is madness. Madness is ritual. Ritual is madness. I am mad. I am ritual. I am fish. JellyFish. I am the Scared Pink JellyFish, mother of many, friend to all. As long as they are not Human.”
BoomFuzzy cackled, reaching over to slap Quaraun’s ass, silk and all.
“Aye, JellyBrains, that’s my sweet fuckin’ lunatic. Mad fer fish. Mad fer silk. Mad fer me.”
"You are the Elf Eater. And I am the Elf who loves you."
"Aye, Love." BoomFuzzy leaned close, anise breath thick, lips brushing Quaraun’s ear. “Eat yer fish or I’ll eat ye.”
Quaraun picked up his fork, delicate hands trembling, nails painted rose-pink, rings flashing in the stove light. He pierced the fish, oily flesh flaking, steam rising. He ate, slow, eyes closing, drowning in flavour, in scent, in texture.
Kits squirmed inside, pressing, rolling, hungry.
Fish in. Fish out. Fish in. Kits swim.
The world beyond their door was harsh shadows creeping through forests, Faerie Trees waking, Terror Birds shrieking, but within these walls, they found sustenance, comfort, and love.
A black lighthouse on a cliff, a Necromancer, a Unicorn, a Sheep Demon. Fish and silk and madness.
Quaraun thought:
Let the world drown.
Let the trees walk.
Let shadows eat.
We have fish.
We have silk.
We have kits.
We have madness.
And that is enough.
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Moral of the Story: Even on a nightmare planet, a fried fish breakfast with your Lich husband tastes like survival.
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The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
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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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Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
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