Happy 2026!
It is our 30th anniversary here at Space Dock 13!
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You have encountered an extremely old website that continues to exist in old web ways, the same way it has done for now three decades.
In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
We Still Exist: The Old Web Did Not Go Away, You Just Forgot How To Find Us
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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 |
🌸🦄🌸 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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Interesting update: (July 25, 2025) Medium has declared this page to be “not fit for distribution” and has banned it from showing up in search results… but I have no clue why. After reading this, could you leave a comment and tell me what if anything you can find in it to cause this? I am clueless as to what it is Medium has found wrong with this story.
https://medium.com/quaraun-shorts/the-black-sock-again-a-short-fiction-story-a-4th-story-about-the-mysterious-black-sock-d703a5df42b5
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.

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 stared at the black sock in his hand, its fabric rough and foreign to him. He had no understanding of its purpose. It wasn’t delicate, nor was it a silk he was accustomed to. It didn’t shimmer, it didn’t shine—it was nothing like the silken scarves, the frilly ruffles of his robes, or the pink cloths he was used to. The sock, black and dreary, bulged awkwardly as he stuffed his gemstones into it. Amethysts, opals, jade—cold, smooth, and sharp—pressed against one another, crammed in a fabric that couldn’t hold their elegance.
Quaraun wrinkled his nose and sighed.
"Disgusting," he muttered under his breath. "I suppose it will do."
The sock clung awkwardly to the precious stones inside, but Quaraun had no other choice. He didn’t trust the bags of leather the Humans had given him. Their stench—so earthy, so grimy—left him recoiling.
It wasn’t proper.
It wasn’t clean.
BoomFuzzy snorted from the other side of the tent. Quaraun hadn’t noticed the way his husband had slunk in, his small purple form looming with an air of mischief. Quaraun was too busy with his new, strange predicament.
BoomFuzzy leaned against the tent pole, his black hakama swishing with a dry rustle. He was grinning, the way he always did when he caught Quaraun in some state of irritation. A thick, grizzled beard framed his face, his wooly dreadlocks tumbling about with an unkempt elegance.
"You’re being foolish again, Love," he teased, his silvered eyes squinting as though he could see through the very fabric of the tent. "It’s just a sock. What’s the fuss?"
"I don’t understand its use," Quaraun grumbled, still eyeing the sock with disdain. "The Humans—oh, they just cannot understand the delicate art of what we do. How could such a thing carry the fine treasures of my craft?"
“Ah, me Elf is too old.”
“What?”
“The older ya get the more forgetting ya becomes.”
“Have I forgotten something?”
Quaraun looked around, confused.
BoomFuzzy’s lips curled into an impish grin as he approached and sat beside the ancient Elf.
“Most Elves live to 400, if that. Yis getting close to 800 now. Double the age of an ancient Elf.”
“So?”
“So ya putting shiny pebbles in a sock.”
Quaraun glanced down at the Black Sock. Confusion and bewilderment spread across his face.
“What else am I to do with them?”
"You’ve been feeling odd again, haven’t you?" BoomFuzzy asked.
He lowered his voice, a rough rasp that felt like warm honey in Quaraun’s ear, his arms slipping around Quaraun’s waist. His embrace was comforting—rough but oddly tender, a mixture of cold and warmth that always left Quaraun feeling unbalanced but secure.
“I am sorting my prayer stones.”
"You’re acting like the sock’s gone and stolen your soul. How does ya feel?”
"I feel… odd," Quaraun admitted, the admission slipping from his lips without thought. "There’s… something strange about it. I—" He paused, shaking his head, unable to focus on his own thoughts. The words seemed to drift, like vapours in the air, unanchored. “This sock. Is it cursed?”
BoomFuzzy chuckled softly, his hand brushing over Quaraun’s arm in gentle circles. He kissed Quaraun’s forehead, the roughness of his lips contrasting against the Elf’s soft skin.
“Y’ave forgotten what a sock is haven’t ya?”
“Uhm…”
Quaraun stared at the black sock.
“It holds my gemstones.”
"Mmm. Something sweet about it, though, don’t you think?" He pressed a kiss to Quaraun’s temple, a soft exhale as he pulled his elderly Elven husband closer. "Maybe if you let me show you how to use the sock, it might make more sense. Let me handle the gemstones, and you can be all proper with your pretty pink silks, eh?”
"I… don’t… I don’t know, Unicorn," Quaraun muttered, his mind floating like a feather caught in the wind. His heart fluttered, but there was something more to it—a restlessness that gnawed at him, like a hunger he couldn’t quite name. “I — why can’t I remember things?”
“You’re old. It happens.” BoomFuzzy, ever the playful creature, grinned even wider. "You don’t have to think about it too much, Love. You’ve been so lost in your own head. It’s all right."
He leaned in, his scent of freshly baked bread and gingerbread filling Quaraun’s senses as he nuzzled his cheek against Quaraun’s.
“I can’t remember things anymore.”
“I know. Ya was so young when I met. Now ya is so old. Where did the years go?”
“I am tired.”
"Rest, Quaraun. Let me take care of you, like I always do. You’ve been at it too long."
A faint whimper escaped Quaraun’s lips as BoomFuzzy’s touch grounded him, pulling him back into the present. The jittery feeling in his chest settled a little, but it was still there, prickling under his skin.
"I hate this feeling," he whispered, his voice trembling as his hand gripped the black sock tighter. "This… confusion. This forgetfulness. I can’t… focus on anything." He let out a soft sigh, shaking his head again, his voice trailing off as his thoughts scattered. "Everything is too much. Too… loud. And too quiet."
BoomFuzzy chuckled softly, his hand caressing Quaraun’s back, the touch gentle but firm, guiding him.
"You’ve been through worse, my Love. You know I’ll help you through it. And I’m here. Always here."
He paused, his hand sliding around Quaraun’s waist to hold him closer, as though he could shield Quaraun from the overwhelming confusion swirling around them.
As BoomFuzzy spoke, Quaraun felt the tension that had been building in his chest melt away. BoomFuzzy always knew how to reach him. His calming presence was a balm, soft and steady like the warmth of a hearth, and just as Quaraun felt his body relax, the chaotic thoughts that had plagued him slowly began to dissipate, like fog rolling off the sea.
Quaraun rested his head against BoomFuzzy’s shoulder, feeling the warmth of his husband’s body. The heavy smell of spices, gingerbread, and salt water was intoxicating. He could almost taste the sweetness lingering on his husband’s lips, the faint taste of honey and butter, as BoomFuzzy pressed another kiss to Quaraun’s temple.
"How about we leave the sock to its job?" BoomFuzzy murmured softly. "It’s not worth stressing over. We’ve got more important things to focus on."
Quaraun chuckled weakly, his thoughts still floating in disconnected fragments.
"More important things," he agreed, though the sock still occupied a corner of his mind, and his hand still tightened around it as if trying to wrangle the world back into place. But BoomFuzzy’s warmth and touch were all that mattered now. "I… I suppose you’re right."
“I am always right.” BoomFuzzy chuckled, his hand gently trailing through Quaraun’s silver hair, the tentacles of Quaraun’s jellyfish strands curling softly at his touch. "There’s always a way to make things right, Love. Even with socks."
"Yes," Quaraun agreed quietly, his breath slowing, the chaos of his mind settling, the world spinning into focus once more. "Even with socks."
BoomFuzzy’s fingers slid gently through Quaraun’s hair as he murmured a soft, playful promise, and Quaraun, at last, allowed himself to rest in the warmth of his husband's embrace.
This story is part of a 4 part set.
Here are the others:
Or you can read them on Medium if you have a Medium account:
Part 1 on Medium is here:
A Solitary Black Sock 🌸🦄🌸 (Part 1 of a 3 Part set)
{A Pink Necromancer Poem } 🌸🦄🌸medium.com
or on Notd: A Solitary Black Sock — Notd.io
Part 2 on Medium is here:
Part 3 on Medium is here:
or on OnlyFans: A Quiet, Relaxing Foot Rub — OnlyFans
Part 4 is here:
This story also appears in this book:
The 2nd 500 Story Challenge: Story #050 OF 500 | This work of fiction is a part of a long-running series of novels, novellas, short stories, and poetry. (Known as The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane, formerly known as The Twighlight Manor Series). I have been writing & publishing it since 1978 (50th anniversary coming in 2028!) spanning over 3k published works.
Other Stories Published This Week:
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Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
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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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If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:
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My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.
As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.
There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.
The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.
There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.
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Update Sept 3, 2026:
I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.
I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy.
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update sept 7, 2026
"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?
I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.
So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.
see video below for more information:
@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
update Sept 15, 2026:
I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed
you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?
all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,
well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.
waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.
update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine
Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.
Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad
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An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium
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Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal
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Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on Notd
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