40TH CENTURY DYSTOPIAN MAINE | COZY SWEET ROMANTASY | DARK FANTASY | ELVES & FAERIES & DEMONS & SHIFTERS | FURRY YAOI | GOTHIC LITERATURE | GYPSY MAIN CHARACTERS | INTERSEX CHARACTER | LGBTQAI+ FICTION | MARRIED GAY COUPLE | MINI STORY | Mpreg SERIES | POLY GAY ROMANCE | QUEER FICTION | SLICE OF LIFE | TRANSMAN CHARACTER | VIGNETTE | ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE |

🌸🦄🌸 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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Beneath Malevolent Stars
A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
LGBTQAI+ FICTION | The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane | TransMan Main Character



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.

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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.



Beneath Malevolent Stars

{A Pink Necromancer Poem} — {NaNoWriMo 2024: Day 03}

Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻10 min read·Nov 3, 2024

I

Beneath malevolent stars,
Quaraun spoke with frozen breath,
Calling the spirits, dark as death,
Doomed souls stirred in depths beneath.

Beneath malevolent stars,
He conjured doom from ancient scars,
Echoed chants in ghostly bars,
Summoned souls from crypted jars.

Malevolent stars above them lay,
Cold light on driftwood strewn in dismay.
GhoulSpawn clutched his bag with care,
Eyes darting through the evening’s glare.

Beneath the moon’s malevolent eye,
Where driftwood heaved, washed up to die,
The waves sang songs of sorrowed lore,
Of souls who walked these shores before.

A bag of bones and ashes,
Through haunted wood alight,
Will spark the flame that lashes
The incandescent night.

Shadows of malevolence,
Crept through night’s vast resonance,
Held souls in spectral penitence,
Bound tight in dark malevolence.

Shadows of malevolence,
Hung thick with dread, a strangled air,
A voiceless call, a spectral snare,
Where fear and flame wove nightmares rare.

Through fogbound moors, the trio crept,
Where malevolent winds in darkness wept.
GhoulSpawn clutched his weathered bag,
In shadows deep, his courage sagged.

II

Shadows gathered at the shore,
To hear his chant, foul ritual cast,
Bound by chains of spells amassed,
And writhe they did, to curses vast.

Shadows gathered at the shore,
Where banshees rose with mournful roar,
Lost souls swept back to haunt once more,
And death embraced its ancient lore.

BoomFuzzy watched the midnight waves,
Where shadows writhed from deep sea graves.
Ancient wood and bone lay strewn,
In twisted heaps, under the moon.

Incandescent glows the sea-washed sand,
Lit by fire, the ghosts of the land.
With shadows steeped in pallid grey,
They dance and drift, then fade away.

From driftwood, sand, and sorcery,
Where shadows move unkind,
Comes malevolent debris
To scar the watching mind.

Shores of driftwood bones,
Gleamed brittle-white in fractured light,
Grim testaments to eldritch blight,
Scattered remains of ancient spite.

Shores of driftwood bones,
Lay bare beneath the sea’s low moans,
Where spirits sang in haunted tones,
And waves brought back their chilling loans.

On shores of driftwood, dark and pale,
Where corpses bobbed like hollowed shale,
BoomFuzzy tread with spectral grin,
As tides of death drew closely in.

III

Driftwood altars, dark and dense,
Where twisted idols marred the night,
A beacon for the shades’ delight,
Invoking grief, pure, pale, and slight.

Driftwood altars, dark and dense,
Shaped by spells both vile and tense,
Where souls paid death’s dark recompense,
And power grew in grim suspense.

Driftwood gathered, bleak and bent,
As firelight cast an incandescent scent.
Quaraun traced a sacred line,
In sand, where dread and death entwine.

A ragged bag on the shoreline torn,
Spilled secrets of an age now worn,
Tattered scraps of lives undone,
Cast aside like shells in sun.

Each fire crackling inward
A ghost in sparks abounds,
A chilling fright unfavoured
In hissing eerie sounds.

Incandescen tide,
A spectral gleam, unholy burn,
Drawn by Quaraun’s dread nocturne,
In waves of light, foul spirits churned.

Incandescent tide,
Glowed with spirits side by side,
Where lost and damned alike reside,
And Darkness pulled the waves to bide.

Beneath dead stars, the waves would glow,
An incandescent, haunted flow.
Their gleam like spirits, fierce yet cold,
Lit ghastly forms both young and old.

IV

A pink beaded bag of unholy cursed things,
Held whispers trapped in crumbled clay,
With bone and tooth as night gave way,
And scorned hearts led their souls astray.

A pink beaded bag of unholy cursed things,
Held remnants tied with ancient strings,
Dark whispers clung like phantom wings,
Echoing cold, malignant stings.

Quaraun’s metal hands, with measured grace,
Reached into his silken case.
From his bag, relics cold and grey,
Bound with whispers from the grave’s decay.

Malevolent whispers taint the breeze,
As sea fog curls ‘round ancient trees.
Roots like fingers, knotted and grey,
Claw toward the surf in slow decay.

The night draws dark upon them,
The sea a malevolent sprawl,
Each spirit breathes in their hem,
While firelight gleams on all.

Whispers of the UnSeen,
Hissed from the depths of darkened sand,
A lost, insidious command,
To snare the soul at Quaraun’s hand.

Whispers of the UnSeen,
Twisted words that chilled the keen,
Rising from depths foul and unclean,
Bound to Quaraun’s hand unseen.

The bag GhoulSpawn bore held secrets tight,
Bound souls and relics lost to night.
With trembling hands, he stroked each cord,
As dark enchantments whirred and soared.

V

GhoulSpawn’s breath held tight,
A tremor seized him, cold as stone,
Fear traced his bones, flesh turned to bone,
He watched the cursed sands enthrone.

GhoulSpawn’s breath held tight,
As fear consumed his cautious light,
His soul ensnared in eldritch blight,
He watched Quaraun’s hand grasp the night.

GhoulSpawn froze as shadows stirred,
Distant murmurs, voices slurred.
The circle held them safe and strong,
From wraiths that wailed, condemned and wronged.

The driftwood creaks, a silent cry,
Splintered limbs against the sky.
Stripped bare of life, yet bound to stay,
Haunted wood in endless sway.

The ocean gnashes restless,
The bag held tight and close,
Each witch of sea’s caress dressed,
Where winds incandescent rose.

Quaraun’s cane on pebbled mire,
Stamped restless rhythms to the beat,
A slow, hypnotic, dark conceit,
As shore met flame where sea did meet.

Quaraun’s cane on pebbled mire,
Marked shadows with his dark desire,
As chants brought forth unholy fire,
And cursed waves rose in twisted spire.

Quaraun’s cane struck stones beneath,
Unholy echoes stirred in heath.
The wind moaned through each weathered bone,
In death’s domain, by driftwood throne.

VI

Incandescent flames beguile,
In murky dark, where shadows crept,
They burned like ghost-lights where he stepped,
And bound the night to secrets kept.

Incandescent flames beguile,
In dancing waves both fierce and vile,
That stretched across the midnight aisle,
Where shadows roamed in silent style.

Incandescent flames did rise,
A flickering spell beneath dark skies.
Each spark a spirit, each ember’s flight,
Fed by the souls, drawn into light.

Incandescent stars above them gleam,
Glimmers sharp, like fractured dream.
They peer through night’s unbroken pall,
A solemn, distant watch on all.

In darkened shadows writhing,
The night revealed in part,
By flames in coastal hiding
To stir each buried heart.

The tattered bag’s lament,
With rusted clasp and foul remains,
It murmured sorrow, cursed refrains,
Echoes of long-lost, darkened pains.

The tattered bag’s lament
Held echoes of the souls it spent,
A dirge for those in death’s ascent,
Chained by its dark and grim intent.

The bag hummed low, its pulse grew strong,
A song of shadows, bleak and long.
BoomFuzzy paused, his dreadlocks swayed,
As whispers in the darkness played.

VII

BoomFuzzy’s hunger grew apace,
For souls adrift, or flesh in fright,
To claim them by the sea’s pale light,
As dark clouds bloomed and crushed the night.

BoomFuzzy’s hunger grew apace,
To taste the life in Death’s embrace,
Drawn by the spell’s malignant grace,
And lured to feast in shadow’s place.

BoomFuzzy grinned, his hunger known,
Longing for flesh to call his own.
A Lich’s craving, fierce and raw,
Bound by blood and ancient law.

BoomFuzzy’s bag of charms and bones,
Rustled low in spectral tones.
With each wave’s fall, he muttered spells,
To trap lost spirits in ocean swells.

A driftwood’s bark now glowing
With something hidden fierce,
The light itself unknowing
Whom every vision nears.

Flames in the mist,
Danced wildly to a silent call,
Ghostly tongues in spectral thrall,
To answer Quaraun’s voice to all.

Flames in the mist,
Rose high as death’s fierce fingers twist,
Where shadows merged in fog-bound tryst,
Bound tight by Quaraun’s dark insist.

A fire’s dim glow, a hazy spark,
Lit ghastly shapes in woods so stark.
Incandescent, pale, and wild,
With gleam enough to haunt the child.

VIII

Quaraun whispered words of power,
From lips like ice, his chants arose,
Summoning death from deep repose,
With malice that no mortal knows.

Quaraun whispered words of power,
In chants that grew with each new hour,
To make the dead’s dark spirits cower,
As shadows bent beneath his power.

Quaraun chanted, soft and slow,
Words that caused the night to glow.
A language lost to mortal ear,
That turned their terror into fear.

Quaraun watched, eyes bright with dread,
Fearing spectres BoomFuzzy fed.
Each incantation stirred the air,
A malevolent force beyond compare.

The ocean cast its anger,
Each crest a bitter scream,
Its incandescent clanger,
Haunts every dream.

Tide’s malevolent toll,
Grew louder, rough with Death’s embrace,
Drawn close by Quaraun’s pallid face,
In pulsing beats, a wicked pace.

Tide’s malevolent toll
Marked time in dark, eternal role,
As spirits bowed to his control,
Bound by Death’s relentless toll.

Dead waters hissed on bracken shore,
As BoomFuzzy laughed with dark rapport.
The ocean stretched to seize their feet,
A tide in hunger, fierce and fleet.

IX

The tide pulled back, obeyed the spell
And stilled the shore, unnatural sway,
A seething hush of night’s decay,
Bound in chains of sorcery grey.

The tide pulled back, obeyed the spell
And took with it what darkness fell,
As Quaraun’s magic worked Death’s knell,
To leave the shore both cold and fell.

The ocean heaved, the tide withdrew,
As ghastly lights in darkness grew.
From driftwood graves the spectres came,
Drawn to the fire, pulled by name.

Through driftwood heaps and bramble dense,
They wandered, bound to mystic sense.
For though they walked the mortal land,
A darker world held fast their hand.

And BoomFuzzy, unshaken,
The fire’s dance to see,
Held driftwood’s haunting beacon,
In fire’s malevolency.

GhoulSpawn’s fumbling fright,
Unnerved by shadows’ ruthless might,
He watched as Death turned day to night,
And felt its chill, a freezing blight.

GhoulSpawn’s fumbling fright,
He stumbled back, in horror froze,
Watching life’s last embers close,
His trembling breath an anxious prose.

GhoulSpawn tripped where driftwood lay,
Its gnarled arms reached in ghostly grey.
The bag slung close, he shuddered low,
As shadows bent in quagmire’s flow.

X

At dawn, a restless silence fell
Unbroken by the bird or wave,
It swept the shore, as if to save,
The dead from life’s persistent crave.

At dawn, a restless silence fell,
Where waves once crashed in roaring swell,
A hush came down with night’s dark spell,
And left a cold, unending quell.

At dawn’s first hint, the fire died,
Leaving shadows cast aside.
Quaraun’s spell held day at bay,
But shadows lingered, cold and grey.

The moon hung low, a baleful eye,
Incandescent in the inky sky.
And as they walked the ghostly shore,
They vanished, lost forevermore.

Each haunted wave grew fiercer,
The bag so close at hand,
As fear crept slow and nearer
In faerie’s once-kind land.

Eternal chill of moonless gloam,
Shrouded all in death’s grey loam,
Where no light called the soul to roam,
And shadows claimed this place their home.

Eternal chill of moonless gloam,
Pressed tight upon the water’s edge,
Like Death’s cold breath, a silent pledge,
Bound to haunt this world’s lone dredge.

The three stood firm in death’s embrace,
No living warmth to gild their face.
Malevolent night draped thick and wide,
As driftwood cracked on seething tide.

Through haunted realms, in bleak duress,
They drifted on, toward death’s caress.
In shadows deep, their whispers fell,
Bound by secrets none would tell.

The End?

| ©2024 Wendy Christine Allen | All Rights Reserved |

Today’s story used this prompt:Day 3:

  • Malevolent &
  • — Bonus Dare: Driftwood
  • — Double Bonus Dare: Incandescent
  • — Triple Bonus Dare: Bag

November 2024 — NaNoWriMo Edition — One Word Writing Prompt Challenge


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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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You can find even more about Quaraun novels, novellas, novelettes, short stories, poems and drabbles at these locations:

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  • For those unaware, the Quaraun series started out as fanfiction of several things before going on to be it's own thing (most fanfiction things were removed by 1987, and all fanfiction elements removed completely by 2012; from 1996 to 2012 the series was published daily on FanFiction.net, from 2004 to 2010 on MySpace {back when MySpace was a blogging platform}, and from 2005 to 2013 Squidoo). 
  • Over the decades it has featured fanfiction from many things, including: It was a combination fanfiction of 
  1. The Rocky Horror Picture Show, 
  2. Faeries, 
  3. Rainbow Brite, 
  4. The Herself the Elf, 
  5. Rose-Petal Place, 
  6. Dragonriders of Pern,
  7. She-Ra: Princess of Power, 
  8. The Love Bug, 
  9. The Cat From Outer Space, 
  10. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, 
  11. Jem and The Holograms, 
  12. ElfQuest, 
  13. Splash, 
  14. The Dark Crystal, 
  15. Labyrinth, 
  16. The Smurfs, 
  17. The Fall of the House of Usher, 
  18. Dr. Phibes Rises Again!, 
  19. House on Haunted Hill, 
  20. Beneath The Planet Of The Apes, 
  21. AD&D/Spelljammer, 
  22. Mad Max, 
  23. Inuyasha, 
  24. and Don't Starve.
  • Primary among them was the character Lythande by Marion Zimmer Bradley, whom Quaraun’s character is based upon.
  • Before there was Quaraun, there was Lythande by Marion Zimmer Bradly… the FIRST intersex, transgender homeless Gypsy mage, part of The Mists of Avalon series, which spans dozens of books throughout the 1970s & 1980s, all featuring an intersex, female to male mage main character .
  • Lythande started out as a series of short stories in magazines in the 1970s, and was later complied into a collection in the 1980s. After Bradley’s death, several unpublished Lythande stories were found and her granddaughter published “The Complete Lythande” which includes everything she wrote, including the previously unpublished stories, which remain unedited and unfinished.
  • After publishing the first Lythande story, Bradley issued a letter to her fans, that Lythande was without copyright and “open world” and invited fans to write more stories for the series. I was one of the fans who answered this.
  • When the Bradley lawsuits and court cases rocked the literary world a few years later, I unpublished everything featuring Lythande and the world, and changed all characters and world to OC ones, republishing them, in what is now The Quaraun series.
  • For those unfamiliar with Lythande it was the first mass market produced book to feature a transgender main character.
  • Lythande at the time of it’s publication was one of the most controversial, most hated, most boycotted, and most banned book of the era — due to it being the first TRADITIONALY PUBLISHED by one of the “Big Four” publishing houses, to feature a TRANSGENDER main character.
  • Lythande is a lesbian female, who lives in a part Medival, part ancient Persia, part modern space traveling CyberTech world dominated by woman hating men -who are mass murdering females at alarming levels in an attempt to rid the world of the evil that is women. Lesbian women are the primary target in this nightmarish dystopian world where the LGBTQAI+ community is being massacred in a dictator decreed genocide. In order to help her fellow lesbians gain their rights and freedoms, Lythande goes undercover as a man to infiltrate The Blue Star Warriors, a group of male mages who control the world’s magic. She becomes the most powerful mage of all time across all dimensions, but when the leader of The Blue Star Warriors discovers she is a woman, he curses her. The curse forces her to live the rest of her life as a man, including, she is no longer able to have sex as a woman, literally turning into a male with a penis whenever she tries to have sex with her female lover; additional she is cursed with immortally and lives for thousands of years, falling in love with hundreds of women, and never able to be with any of them as a woman… 
  • unfortunately… like Firefly, the series remains unfinished, because the author died before she finished writing it, so, we never find out how the series would have ended.
  • My Quaraun books, take that exact same premise and run with it on a full blow ‘What if?”
  • — I do highly recommend you read Lythande, if you want to gain a full ‘lore background” on the lore behind my Quaraun series :

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Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad

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On Medium:

An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium

(NOTE: a $5 or $15 per month paid subscription required to access stories on Medium)

On Vocal:

Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal

On Notd:

Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on Notd

On OnlyFans:

Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on OnlyFans

(NOTE: a $4.99 per month paid subscription required to access stories on OnlyFans)

Pink Necromancer Merch: On CafePress:

An Index of the Quaraun Merch on CafePress

Pink Necromancer Merch: On Zazzle:

Index of the Quaraun Merch on Zazzle

Not Quaraun:
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