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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
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.
Quaraun, unraveling like silk off a shattered loom, fingers bleedin’, legs draggin’, fuckin’ jellyfish hair wavin’ like the void was breathin’ through it.
The mirror lied again.
Same Elf. Same skin. Same pink silk stitched into same pink ruffles, soaked in the same blood. Different eyes.
Not his eyes.
“Unicorn...”
Voice too low. Whispers coilin’ up out of the mirror, not down from his throat.
“Unicorn, I... I see me again. He is me. He is not me. He watches me when I breathe. I hate when I breathe... he listens to it. He listens... and counts... and when I skip a breath he smiles. He smiles, Unicorn. What the fuck does that mean?”
The Elf didn't blink.
Couldn’t.
The jellyfish hair rippled like angry snakes, glass-smooth and stinking of sea rot and absinthe. His pupils were pink. Just fuckin’ pink. And he kept them wide open, drinkin’ the dim blue flicker of candlelight like it was blood. Candlelight didn’t flicker like it used to. Candlelight stared now. All fire was watching.
He pressed his gold-plated prosthetic hands to the glass. The mirror was cold.
Everything was cold.
Everything.
The whole fuckin’ planet. Ice down his throat, frost in his lungs, his bones cracklin’ like thin crystal under the weight of winter too long endured.
He was so tired.
But not sleepy.
Not allowed to sleep.
Not after what he saw in sleep.
“GhoulSpawn said the Moon don’t laugh,” Quaraun muttered, pacing three feet, then back, then again, scuffing the hem of his pink silk robe in dried blood he swore wasn’t his. “Says laughter is psychological projection of guilt. But he ain’t hearin’ the fracture crack when the Moon laughs, when it shakes, and the slugs fall...”
He stopped.
Blinked.
No, didn’t blink.
Twitch.
Twitch again.
Twitch harder.
His jellyfish hair hissed against the wall as it tensed. One of the tendrils flinched and slapped the mirror. Crack. Spiderweb across his other self’s eye. Good.
Good.
Fuck him. That bastard. That not-him-him.
“You is not me, you ain't. You ain't. You ain't.” He started slapping his own face. “You is not me.”
Footsteps behind him. Soft. Light. Familiar weight.
BoomFuzzy.
He smelled of gingerbread and cloves, and necrotic frostbitten skin and love.
“Sweet JellyBean, ya screamin’ at the looking glass again?” The Unicorn’s voice rumbled soft, low, melodic and sex-drenched. Like a horny cinnamon soaked in seduction.
“No.” Quaraun blinked again. “Yes."
"Which is it?"
"I do not know.”
“Cracked yer fuckin’ noodle again, aye?”
“I am not insane!” Quaraun snapped, turning fast. Too fast. His leg caught on the hem of his own robe. He stumbled, grabbed the wall, fell anyway, slammed into BoomFuzzy, who caught him like he always did, arms strong, careful, dangerous.
“My daft wee fuckin’ JellyBrains,” BoomFuzzy whispered into the shell of his ear, kissing it, licking it, biting down. “Yer beautiful when yer losin’ yer shit.”
Quaraun didn’t laugh.
Couldn’t.
He’d lost the ability to laugh three days ago when the walls started bleeding.
He stared into BoomFuzzy’s goggles. They glowed green. Wasn’t that wrong? Should be red when the tentacles were near.
“Mirror said I was dead.”
“Aye. Mirror’s a fuckin’ liar.”
“No.” He looked down. His gloves were off. When had he taken them off? His ruined fingers hung limp, the skin pale and pocked and riddled with surgical stitch scars and holes where the Thullid’s tendrils emerged. “I think... I think I am. Dead.”
BoomFuzzy picked him up.
Cradled him.
Kissed his forehead.
“Even dead, yer still the sexiest muddle fuck necromancer I’ve ever rutted.”
Quaraun blinked again.
“I am hungry.”
“Ye always hungry.”
“Not for food.”
BoomFuzzy smirked.
“I ken what ye hungry for.”
“No... not sex. Not... not that. I... I think I... I need blood. I think... he... the Elf... in the mirror... he is hungry... and he... he wants... souls.”
BoomFuzzy’s smile faded.
Long silence.
Then a whisper.
“Then we’d better feed him... 'fore he eats yars.”
The pink candle flickered. But it was not the wind.
The shadows laughed in twelve voices.
The Moon blinked.
Somewhere, a mirror cracked.
And somewhere else?
Quaraun’s reflection didn’t follow him anymore.
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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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