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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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🌸{A Pink Necromancer Triple-Triple Drabble} 🦄🌸
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.
Drabble 1.1:
The boat drifted lazily on the tranquil lake, the warm summer sun casting dappled light through the weeping willow trees lining the shore.
Quaraun lay napping at the bow, his silver hair shimmering in the soft breeze.
BoomFuzzy sat at the stern, a fishing rod in hand, eyes focused on the water’s surface.
GhoulSpawn reclined in the middle, engrossed in a tattered book.
The gentle lapping of water against the boat created a soothing symphony lulling Quaraun deeper into his slumber. BoomFuzzy hummed a soft tune, while GhoulSpawn turned a page, completely absorbed in his reading.
Drabble 1.2:
BoomFuzzy’s line suddenly jerked, breaking the peaceful silence. With a triumphant shout, he reeled in a wriggling fish, its scales glistening in the sunlight.
“Gotcha!” he exclaimed, holding the fish up for GhoulSpawn to see.
GhoulSpawn frowned, putting his book down.
“We don’t have to eat living things,” he said firmly, taking the fish and tossing it back into the lake.
BoomFuzzy’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Why’d ye do that?” he snapped, anger rising.
The commotion woke Quaraun, who rubbed his eyes and sat up, confused.
“What’s going on?” Quaraun asked, looking between the two.
Drabble 1.3:
Quaraun’s drowsy question did little to quell the argument.
BoomFuzzy’s voice grew louder, his Scottish brogue thickening with frustration.
“It was a good catch! We coulda had a feast!”
GhoulSpawn stood his ground, his resolve unwavering.
“We don’t need to harm innocent creatures,” he retorted.
Trying to intervene, Quaraun moved to the centre of the boat, attempting to calm them down.
“Please, both of you, stop arguing. It’s just a fish.”
In their heated exchange, they failed to notice the boat tilting precariously. With a sudden lurch, it flipped over, dumping all three into the warm water.
Sputtering and laughing despite themselves, they swam to shore, the earlier tension dissolving into camaraderie as they clambered onto the sandy bank.
Drabble 2.1:
BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn sat on the damp shore, their clothes clinging to their skin. The sun had dipped lower, casting long shadows across the water.
Despite their predicament, their argument continued.
“I was just tryin’ to catch us supper,” BoomFuzzy grumbled, wringing out his tartan cloak.
“We don’t need to eat living things,” GhoulSpawn retorted, shaking water from his book, now a soggy mess.
Their voices rose and fell, each trying to outdo the other in stubbornness.
The peaceful afternoon had turned into a battleground, their tempers as frayed as their wet clothes.
Drabble 2.2:
Quaraun, meanwhile, had distanced himself from the bickering.
Kneeling in the sand, he began drawing intricate sigils with a stick. The symbols formed a delicate, mesmerizing pattern, the act of creation soothing his frayed nerves.
He hummed quietly, focusing on the lines and curves, trying to drown out the heated words behind him.
The weeping willows rustled softly in the breeze, and the lake’s gentle waves provided a rhythmic backdrop to his work.
“Let them argue,” Quaraun thought, his mind immersed in the magical symbols. “I’ll find peace in this.”
Drabble 2.3:
Eventually, BoomFuzzy’s frustration reached a boiling point. He threw up his hands and stood, glaring at GhoulSpawn.
“Enough! This isn’t getting us anywhere.”
GhoulSpawn crossed his arms, but remained silent, watching as BoomFuzzy waded back into the water. The cool lake lapped at his legs as he approached the overturned boat.
With a grunt, BoomFuzzy righted the vessel, using his considerable strength to guide it back to shore. Water streamed from the boat as he dragged it onto the sand.
Quaraun paused his sigil drawing, looking up with a small smile.
“Well done, Unicorn,” he said softly.
BoomFuzzy nodded, breathless but relieved. The argument forgotten, the three companions sat quietly, their bond reaffirmed by the shared effort.
Drabble 3.1:
BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn exchanged concerned glances as they watched Quaraun struggle with his wet, muddy hair. His gold-plated prosthetic gloves made the task near impossible, his frustration evident in his furrowed brow.
“Come here, me wee Elf,” BoomFuzzy called, patting a dry patch of grass beside him.
Quaraun reluctantly obeyed, sitting down with a resigned sigh.
BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn gently began to towel off the tangled, silver strands. Their hands worked in tandem, combing through the twelve-foot length of hair, methodically detangling and drying each section.
“Thanks,” Quaraun muttered, his tension easing under their careful attention.
Drabble 3.2:
With his hair now free of mud and water, Quaraun sat back, letting the warm breeze and afternoon sun do the rest of the drying.
As he sat, he glanced beyond the weeping willows, noticing a cluster of plum trees heavy with ripe, dark fruit.
“Look,” Quaraun said, pointing. “Plum trees.”
BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn paused, following his gaze. The sight of the abundant fruit brought a gleam to BoomFuzzy’s eyes.
“Well, would ye look at that,” BoomFuzzy grinned. “Seems like we’ll be feastin’ on plums tonight.”
GhoulSpawn nodded, intrigued by the unexpected bounty.
Drabble 3.3:
The trio quickly set to work, gathering baskets and heading towards the plum trees.
The branches were laden with ripe fruit, their sweet fragrance filling the air.
BoomFuzzy expertly picked the plums, while GhoulSpawn and Quaraun collected them in baskets.
As they worked, BoomFuzzy began listing off recipes.
“We could make plum jam, plum tarts, plum wine,” he said enthusiastically. “Or even a nice plum sauce for the noodles.”
Quaraun smiled, enjoying the shift from their earlier troubles.
GhoulSpawn’s anxiety melted away as he focused on the simple task at hand.
By the time the sun set, their baskets were overflowing with plums, and the trio felt a renewed sense of camaraderie.
BoomFuzzy’s culinary plans filled the air with excitement, promising a delicious end to an unexpectedly fruitful day.
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