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Spacious Space

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 wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but 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 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.

Spacious Space

Quaraun sat at the edge of the frozen cliff, his long pink robes billowing in the howling wind. The tundra stretched out below him, a vast, glittering wasteland of ice and snow. His delicate silver chains tinkled faintly beneath the roaring gusts, the sound swallowed almost instantly by the oppressive emptiness. He curled his jellyfish-like hair around his shoulders, shielding himself from the cold.

Their caravan was setting up camp for the night, many miles from the nearest settlement. Many miles from the nearest city ruins. Many miles from anything resembling civilization at all. Just miles of ice and snow.

Behind him, BoomFuzzy trudged up the icy slope, his heavy boots crunching through the frost. Steam curled from his breath as he squinted through his fogged goggles.

“Bloody hell, Cupcake,” BoomFuzzy growled. “Why’d ya wander off? Thought a snowdrift’d swallowed ya up!”

Quaraun did not answer. His crystal-blue eyes, the pink pupils glinting in the pale light, remained fixed on the frozen horizon.

Miles of nothing. Just ice and death.

BoomFuzzy squatted beside him, pulling his purple tartan cloak tighter around his broad shoulders.

“Place’s empty as a drunkard’s purse. What’re ya lookin’ for?”

“Space,” Quaraun said softly.

BoomFuzzy frowned.

“Space?”

“Room. Emptiness. Vastness.” Quaraun’s voice was distant. Detached. “I am crowded. Too many people. Too many thoughts. Too much noise. This… This is quiet. This is peace.”

BoomFuzzy snorted.

“Aye. Peaceful. If ya don’t mind freezin’ yer bollocks off.”

“I do not like being in the cities.”

“I remember a time when ya refused to sleep in a tent.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“Used ta bitch about how ya was a High Elf and meant to sleep in a bed, with a roof over ya head.”

“That was a very long time ago.”

“Aye. It was.”

“I do not like sleeping in buildings now. I barely like sleeping in the vardo. Loses the connection.”

“Connection?”

“With Nature. Sleeping on the ground I can feel it. Nature. Grounding me. Keeping me safe.”

“Aye, well, Nature is deadly too.”

“I am a Necromancer. Death is a part of life.”

A few feet away, GhoulSpawn shuffled over the icy ground, his cloven hooves clicking against the frost. His green velvet Fagin coat fluttered in the cold breeze. He held a half-empty bottle of Moxie in one hand, a pink-frosted Twinkie in the other.

“What’s going on?”

“Our Elf is being morbid.”

“I am not being morbid.”

“Dude, your like always being morbid. You’re kindof big on the EMO edgelord vibes, y’know?”

Quaraun glared up at GhoulSpawn, but said nothing.

“Uh, dude,” GhoulSpawn said, chewing noisily. “So, like, are we just, y’know, sitting here till we freeze to death? Or…?”

“I am contemplating the void,” Quaraun said, voice thin and fragile as frost on glass.

“Cool. Yeah. Deep.” GhoulSpawn took another bite of his Twinkie. “But also… freezing. Camp’s all set up. Nice warm fire to sit by. Blankets to snuggle in. People waiting for BoomFuzzy to come back and cook them a hot meal.”

“The Goblins are cooking,” BoomFuzzy said. “I left them with a menu.”

“Yeah, but dude, you’re cooking is so much better.”

“I will personally cook your meal when we get back.”

“Cool.”

BoomFuzzy sat down heavily beside Quaraun, pulling him into the crook of his arm.

“Space, eh?”

“Space.” Quaraun’s long silver hair curled around BoomFuzzy’s arm like a coiling tentacle. “Room to breathe.”

“Aye.” BoomFuzzy stared out at the empty horizon. “Empty, right enough.”

GhoulSpawn plopped down on Quaraun’s other side, draping his long arm over Quaraun’s delicate shoulders.

“I mean, it’s spacious and all. But also, like, kind of murder-y vibes. Real desolate. Like, this is where horror movies happen, man.”

“I find it soothing,” Quaraun said.

“’Course ya do.” BoomFuzzy smirked. “Yer idea of relaxation is sittin’ in the middle o’ death an’ despair, perched on a tombstone, making graphite rubbings of gravestones.”

Quaraun’s pink pupils flicked toward BoomFuzzy.

“And yet you follow me.”

“Aye.” BoomFuzzy kissed the side of Quaraun’s head, his beard scratchy against the albino Elf’s smooth skin. “Someone’s got to keep ya from walkin’ off the edge and falling into an open grave, breaking ya neck on a collapsed crypt.”

GhoulSpawn nodded.

“Yeah, dude. You got, like, real lost-lamb vibes right now.”

Quaraun’s lips curved faintly.

“Perhaps I crave to be lost.”

“Well, ya ain’t allowed.” BoomFuzzy squeezed him tighter. “Ya’re ours. An’ we ain’t lettin’ ya slip away into the abyss.”

GhoulSpawn offered Quaraun the remains of his Twinkie.

“Sugar helps. For the existential dread.”

Quaraun sighed but took the offering, nipping at the end of it.

“It is too sweet.”

“Yeah, but it’s nostalgic,” GhoulSpawn said. “Reminds me of home. I lived in Biddeford right next to the Twinkie factory. And the Nissan bread factory. Every morning you could smell Twinkies and Wonder Bread on the ocean fog. I miss that. Plus, sugar’s like… emotional insulation. Keeps the bad vibes out.”

“An’ the cavities in,” BoomFuzzy muttered.

GhoulSpawn shoved the bottle of Moxie at Quaraun.

“Wash it down, man.”

Quaraun accepted the bottle. He sipped it delicately, the sickly sweet carbonation fizzing against his tongue. He grimaced.

GhoulSpawn grinned.

“Told ya. Emotional insulation.”

BoomFuzzy chuckled.

“Right. Well. We’ve contemplated the void. Time to head back before we all turn into Elf-shaped icicles.”

“Neither of you are Elves.”

“We’ll still freeze our balls off.”

Quaraun didn’t move.

“Let me sit a moment longer.”

BoomFuzzy sighed.

“Fine. But I’m sittin’ with ya.”

“Me too,” GhoulSpawn said, flopping down until his horned head rested on Quaraun’s lap. His fleece was warm and soft beneath Quaraun’s hands.

BoomFuzzy pressed his forehead to Quaraun’s temple, his dreadlocks tickling Quaraun’s ear.

“Space is good, aye. But too much space…”

“Too much emptiness,” Quaraun mused.

“Aye.”

They sat there in silence, the tundra stretching endlessly around them.

A cold, empty world. But Quaraun was not alone.

Not with BoomFuzzy’s arm wrapped around him. Not with GhoulSpawn’s weight against his lap.

Space was good. But warmth was better.


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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. đŸŒ¸đŸŚ„đŸŒ¸

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Meet The Characters

Links To The Quaraun Stories Can Be Found Listed Here

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This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine. All Rights Reserved.

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This story is published in:

Includes the following stories:

  1. Lanterns Over the Faerie Glen
  2. Spacious Space
  3. The Pond’s Invitation
  4. Gloom Blob of Doom: The Dreadful Dripping of the Doom Blob of Gloom
  5. The Sweet and Sour of Lemons
  6. The Boat Fiasco
  7. Five Ways To Save Money in Las Vegas
  8. The Book in the Brook and the Minnows Who Found It There, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf
  9. The Wand Mishap
  10. One River In Three Perspectives
  11. Bluejay
  12. I Think, So I Exist
  13. Oyster Mushroom Harvest on a Rotting Log
  14. Forest Kings and Their Antler Crowns
  15. Cattail Pollen Spaghetti with Wild “Oregano”
  16. SautĂŠed Mushrooms and Diced Tomatoes Served with Poutine, Naturally
  17. Lord of the Hive
  18. The Comfort Found in a Hearty Winter Tomato Stew
  19. Golden Field, Pink Glories
  20. Truly creative things happen when one thinks differently, yet nobody wants to think differently
  21. Pink Marabou Trimmed Rainbow Leg Warmers, a Purple Feathered Black Leather Codpiece, and an Emerald Green Overly Fluffy Scarf
  22. The Mischief of the Purple Unicorn
  23. Frostbound Legends: Harvesting Apples in the Rain
  24. Jibber Jabber Ramblings by the Fire
  25. The Sandcastles at Twilight
  26. The Heirloom
  27. The Crooked Dice
  28. Sounds In The Night
  29. Shadows and Fog
  30. Gladsomeness
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Books By Wendy Christine Allen
Currently Available on Amazon Kindle:

Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon

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Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal

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