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đ¸đŚđ¸ 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 itâs Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Courtâs Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. đ¸đŚđ¸
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 itâs 50th, yes FIFTYITH! anniversary since the publication of itâs very first story (Friends Are Forever) on September 23, 2028!
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane â 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 Quaraunâs 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 Quaraunâs 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:â
-âIMAGE 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.â
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.
-âIMAGE 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.
â-âArt by Wendy Christine Allen.â
-âNot 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.
âFudge puppies! Git ya fudge puppies here!â
BoomFuzzyâs cracked voice echoed down the cratered street, smoke curling from the rusted chimney stack on top of his robin egg blue 1968 VW bus. Glittered letters spelled DEEP SEA FUDGE on the side. The middle âEâ blinked out every other second. The old Phooka and his food truck, smelled like cloves and gingerbread and burnt sugar.
Half the Humans lined up werenât even hungry.
Just hypnotized.
Literally.
The old trickster Fae cast spells on every Human that walked past him.
One glance in his cataract-silver eyes, and they coughed up coins they didnât know they had.
Next to him, velvet cushions.
Pink.
Pink velvet cushions.
Pink throw rugs spread out on the sidewalk. Covering the dirt.
Pink silk draped over rusted scaffolding. Hiding the city grime.
âI hate filth,â Quaraun snarled. âWhy is there so damned much fucking flith in this city.â
âIt a city, Love,â BoomFuzzy answered. âBeing full of filth is what cities be known for.â
Quaraun hung another pink silk curtain on the brick wall, then glared at the dumpster a few feet away.
The pink silk furnishings of Quaraunâs vardo were sprawled across broken sidewalk like a collapsed drag queen. In front of the vardo was The Pink Necromancer himself.
Resplendent.
Ridiculous.
Dangerous as shit.
He set up a small round table and draped it with even more pink silk, before setting up two dainty pink cushioned chairs, one for himself and one for the Human that stood there waiting for the fussy Elf to finish fussing over filth long enough to give the Human a card reading.
Finally Quaraun sat down.
He shuffled the deck.
Long fingers encased in gold-plated prosthetic bionic gloves.
Blue eyes.
Pink pupils.
Foot long pointed rabbity ears.
His twelve foot long jellyfish hair coiled in spirals. Slithering, hissing, at the Human.
His voice, slow, soft, calculated.
English bent sideways in his mouth. The old Elf hated Humans almost as much as he hated being forced to speak their fucking languages.
âFilth,â the ancient Elf muttered. âI hate filth.â
He spread the cards out on the table and looked up at the Human for the first time.
âChoose one.â
The Human trembled.
Good.
Fucking filthy Humans needed to tremble.
Didnât look like he could read.
Didnât matter.
No one came to The Pink Necromancer for literacy.
They came because the cards always told the truth. Even if that truth was: you dead in three days. Sliced open by mushrooms. Eaten alive by your cousinâs shadow. Incinerated by The Insane Pink Mage With Flamboyant Nipples.
The man picked.
Quaraun didnât flinch. Didnât speak. Didnât blink.
He stared at the card.
His eye twitched.
He gasped.
He stood. Fast.
He dropped his cane.
His legs wobbled.
âThe sky,â Quaraun whispered.
The Human squinted.
âWhat?â
Quaraunâs voice pitched up. Wild.
âThe Trump of Judgement!â
âAw shit.â BoomFuzzy looked up from the fudge puppie waffle iron. âHere we go.â
âThe Trump of Judgement! Jubilee! The Horn! The Horn!â
âYa mean the fuckinâ kazoo of panic?â BoomFuzzy asked as he adjusted his google.
Quaraun dropped to his knees. He wasnât listening to his Faerie chef husband. He was too busy screaming.
âIt is the end. The End. It is the End. The final trumpet. The veil tears. The sky splits. The stars fall. The Judge rises â â
âStars fell last week, Babe. Remember?â BoomFuzzy paused and handed a boba tea to a stoned college kid. â Meteor shower. We roasted marshmallows.â
âThis is different!â Quaraun shrieked hysterically as his jellyfish tentacle hair lashed out and threw a pillow into the road. âI felt it. It is happening now! I felt it!â
âCourse ya did. Ya feel it every fuckinâ Tuesday.â
Quaraun stood back up. Pointed to the sky.
âThe clouds. Dark. Swirling.â
âNot unusual for The God Forsaken City, Love. It always looks like a storm was coming. âCause one always is.â BoomFuzzy poured clam chowder into a paper cup and it to another customer, then leaned out the food truck looking for GhoulSpawn. âHey Ghoulie! We got another Code Screaminâ Pink JellyBrain situation!â
GhoulSpawn wandered over, chewing a sugar coated psychodelic mushroom, pupils dilated wide.
âWhoa, what?â The big Satyr like Sheep Demon briefly paused to watch Quaraunâs hysterical antics before turning back to BoomFuzzy. âReading cards?â
âAyeâ
âLike, whatâd he pull this time?â
âJudgement.â
GhoulSpawnâs eyes lit up.
âOh, like, that oneâs heavy, man. Like, kaboom-level cosmic realignment, was what he was predicting last time he pulled that one. Yeah? Planets outta sync. Electromagnetic shift. Yâknow the Earthâs poles reversed once already â â
âTHIS IS THE RAPTURE!â Quaraun shrieked.
âRapture?â
âTHE RAPTURE OF THE MUSHROOMS!â
âThe what now?â
âI HEARD THEM.â
âYou hearinâ mushrooms again? Cool! You want one? I pinched a whole bag of them off that drug dealer cross the alley.â
GhoulSpawn held up another sugar coated dried mushroom.
âThey are screaming.â
âCourse they are,â BoomFuzzy said. âYou gave them fuckinâ mouths.â
âThey screamed Judgement! Judgement! Judgement! JUDGMENT! It echoed! Echoed and echoed. In my head! I â I â I heard the trumpet! I heard the call!â
BoomFuzzy wiped his hands on his apron.
âAye. I hear a call too. Itâs called âshut the fuck up, ya scaring away me customers.ââ
âBut I must warn them.â
âAinât nobody wanna be warned, JellyBean.â
Quaraun spun to the Human still sitting frozen on the velvet pillow.
âYou are doomed.â
The Human blinked.
âUhâŚâ
âLeave now. Before the smoke drowns the city. Before the ground splits. Before the rivers boil â â
âRivers already boil,â BoomFuzzy muttered. âYou cursed the sewer system last summer, remember?â
Quaraun ignored him. Tore open a drawer on the side of the vardo. Threw bolts of pink silks everywhere. Pink ribbons spiralled in the wind. The whole market froze. Humans backed up.
Quiet.
Terrified.
Rightfully so.
This was after all the dreaded Pink Necromancer, most feared being in all the known universe, and he was having himself a right jolly old meltdown.
âYou must hide underground!â Quaraun screamed.
âBit hard. The fuckinâ Moon slammed Boston into the fuckinâ crust. We already underground, love,â BoomFuzzy said, sipping coffee.
Quaraun pulled his Rainbow Wand. The dial spun.
Gold to red to black.
Aiming at shadows. Walls. Bystanders.
âThe trumpets are sounding. The Judge is coming!â
âYou mean me?â BoomFuzzy grinned.
âYou?â
âWhy not? Iâm the King, ainât I? Want me to judge the fudge? Kiss the customers? Spank a few heretics? Fuck ya pearly white arse on Saint Peterâs pearly white gates?â
Quaraun ignored him and zapped a nearby trashcan.
GhoulSpawn ducked behind the van. Peeked out, wide-eyed.
âOkay, okay, just sayinâ, I did see something freaky near the ruins. Like, glowing orbs, man. Pulsing. Like maybe EMP charges? Government shit? Maybe mushrooms ainât wrong this time?â
âYou hear that?!â Quaraun shrieked while pointing to GhoulSpawn. âHe saw them too!â
âYeah, but Ghoulieâs been microdosing for four days. He saw a talking pigeon give him quantum advice.â
âIt told me to invent teleporting pants,â GhoulSpawn said, dead serious.
Quaraun turned to the crowd. Wand raised.
âYou must all leave. Flee. Evacuate the city.â
Nobody moved.
BoomFuzzy stepped forward. Pulled his husband back by the frilly pink silk collar.
âQuit scarinâ the customers. ya fucking numpty.â
âThey will die.â
âSo the fuck what? Theyâs fucking shit brained Humans, since when we UnSeelie give a ratâs arse about Hu,mans? Thatâs no excuse to ruin dinner.â
âBut â â
âNo buts, JellyElf.â
âBut I pulled Judgement!â
âAye. You pulled Judgement. For him. Not for the fuckinâ planet. No for you. Not for the city. Ya was reading for him.â
Quaraun blinked.
âOh.â
BoomFuzzy shoved a lobster roll in his hands.
âEat. Calm ya glitter tits the fuck down.â
Quaraun stared at the food like it might explode.
âIs it poisoned?â
âOnly with love, SugarPlum.â
GhoulSpawn reappeared with a stolen microwave under one arm.
âHey, uh, so, uh, Iâm not sayinâ youâre right, but like, I just did detect a spike in gamma radiation under the bridge.â
BoomFuzzy slapped his forehead.
âGoddammit, Ghoulie.â
âIt might be unrelated,â GhoulSpawn offered.
âGamma fuckinâ radiation is never unrelated!â
Quaraun dropped the lobster roll. Screamed.
âWE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!â
âYA FUCKING IDIOT GOAT! I JUST GOT HIM CALMED DOWN!â
âIâm a Sheep â â
A rat ran across the broken road.
Quaraun vaporized it.
The crowd fled. Humans ran screaming down the street.
BoomFuzzy sighed.
âWell. Thatâs lunch rush over.â
Quaraun curled into a fetal ball beside the vardo. Rocked. Whimpered.
âThe trumpet. I heard it. I heard it.â
BoomFuzzy knelt beside him. Took his face in both hands. Kissed him hard. Again.
âThere. See? No angels. No death. No mushroom apocalypse. Just me. Just now. Calm yer pink frilly arse down.â
Quaraun blinked.
Paused.
Swallowed hard.
âThe card still says Judgement.â
BoomFuzzy rubbed his temples.
âI fuckinâ hate the city.â
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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
đ¸đŚđ¸ 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 itâs Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Courtâs Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. đ¸đŚđ¸
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