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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 |
🌸🦄🌸 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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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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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 snow wailed sideways.
The wind howled like wolves in labour.
And Quaraun, days from going into labour himself, draped in pink silk furs and jingling chains, stood outside their fur-pelt wrapped pink silk tent, glaring mournfully at a barrel of frozen cucumbers.
“My pickles are not pickles!” he wailed, hands flailing in frustrated flourish. “They are ice bricks! Ice bricks! Ice bricks, not pickles! Frozen! Frostbitten! Frigidly foul! I desire brined cucumbers, not glacier cucumbers! These are not pickles! They are not pickles!”
GhoulSpawn hunched down beside him, shoulders twitching under his rainbow-dyed shag coat.
“Dude, like, chill — er, metaphorically chill, not literally ’cause, like, it’s hella subzero out here. I can totally whip up a solar jar fermenter, right? Reverse-engineer some warmth with a solar-fibre heater matrix in, like, twenty minutes. It’ll be groovy!”
“Twenty minutes is forever! Forever and a day and then another forever!” Quaraun sobbed into his gold-plated prosthetic hands. “I am starving and suffering, the kits are kicking demanding pickles they scream from within, and I am pickling in my own emotional juices!”
BoomFuzzy stomped over, frost on his beard, cloak flapping, eyes glowing red with undead rage.
“Who the fuck told ye tae bring a fuckin’ raw cucumber tae a pickle party, eh? A cucumber’s no’ a bloody pickle, Love, unless ye brine the bitch. An’ did ye brine the bitch? No? Then shut yer silky arse and let me cook proper.”
“DO NOT COOK THE PICKLES!” The pregnant Moon Elf shrieked. “Pickles are cold! Cold and sour! Sour and slippery! And slippery is satisfying!”
“Yer bloody hormones are gonnae eat us all alive if we dinnae find ye a proper barrel,” BoomFuzzy muttered. “Right. We raid the damn Zombie Walmart in the morn.”
The following morning at the ruins of the Biddeford WalMart…
The aisles of the abandoned supermarket groaned under the weight of time, frost, and dried blood. GhoulSpawn’s pocket scanner beeped erratically.
“Guys, okay, so, like — yeah — definitely got high sodium readings up this aisle. That means something is still sealed. Could be pickles. Could be dehydrated old Human jerky. Just… don’t lick anything yet, alright?”
“I am not licking jerky,” Quaraun huffed, pink boots crunching over broken jars. “I desire only fermented cucumbers. Briny and sour. Sour and briny. Briny and — ”
Rattle.
Thunk.
A zombie lunged from behind the canned peas.
BoomFuzzy didn’t blink.
With a swing of his Glimmer Stick, he turned the shambling corpse into a cardboard cut-out of a dancing pickle with glitter tits.
“Lookit that, Love. It’s a fuckin’ dill delight. Bet it’s got yer dream snack right up its perky brinehole.”
Quaraun clutched his stomach, blinked twice, then doubled over laughing.
“I shall name it Pickleina,” he wheezed. “Pickleina the Pickled Peasant.”
GhoulSpawn wheeled a squeaky cart around the corner.
“Yo! I found a sealed crate! Sealed! Still vacuum locked! It says ‘Kosher Dills — Extra Sour — 2075 Pre-Fall Edition!’”
Quaraun squealed like a giddy toddler at an ice cream truck.
“PICKLE! Pickle. Pickle. Pickle! Pickle! PICKLLLLLLLEEEEE!”
They fled the Walmart, zombies in pursuit, Quaraun cradling a giant jar of pickles like it was a newborn babe.
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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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