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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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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 sat on the plush velvet chaise by the window, holding the black sock in his hands. The solitary black sock, which had washed up on the shores of Noodle Beach, here in the Realm of Fae.
A strange bit of cloth, from the world of Humans.
The lighthouse’s soft, golden light filtered through the misty air, casting a hazy glow on the silk threads that had caught Quaraun’s eye. He had washed the sock meticulously, removing the grit and salt from the ocean’s briny embrace, now the fabric was clean and as pristine as anything he owned.
The sock was a curious thing, coarse and mundane compared to the luxuriously soft pink silks he draped himself in.
Quaraun furrowed his brow, slipping it over his slender, pale foot. He found the sensation odd — confining, almost. It felt as though the sock was squeezing his foot, which he didn’t much care for. His usual pink silk slippers were loose and allowed his toes to wriggle freely, but this sock, it hugged his foot in a way that was unfamiliar.
Quaraun flexed his toes, testing the stretch of the thick knitted black yarn fabric.
“A strange contraption,” he mused, half to himself, half to BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn who were sitting across from him. “I suppose it has its uses, particularly in these colder climates, though I fail to see the appeal. I wonder if I could make something more suitable out of silk.”
Quaraun imagined the delicate, shimmering strands of pink silk wound into a fine thread, knitted into soft, luxurious socks.
“Perhaps I could even adorn them with pearls, or tiny, glittering beads to catch the light!”
The idea intrigued him, though the thought of creating something so mundane also felt beneath him.
BoomFuzzy, seated in his usual cross-legged position on the floor, chuckled, the sound rich and rumbling, echoing through the room like distant thunder.
“Humans are strange creatures, aye, they are.”
“I still don’t see how you never heard of socks before,” GhoulSpawn said.
BoomFuzzy held up his bare foot.
“Has ya ever seen me even wear shoes?”
“No. I suppose I haven’t.”
“But Quaraun wears shoes.”
“Aye. But him do more carrying them around while barefoot and bitching him can no get his shoes dirty.”
“I had noticed that.”
“Humans wear shoes to keep their feet from getting dirty. Quaraun take him shoes off and carry them if there is any threats of dirt or mud.”
“I did notice, he did that. I never understood it.”
“Shoes are art in his mind.”
“Uhm… yeah, I suppose that would explain how utterly impractical his wardrobe is.”
“Coats, trousers, belts… All manner of garments we Faeries never had much use for. The UnSeelie Court, back when I ruled it, had no need for such things.”
GhoulSpawn leaned back against the wall, his long caftan pooling around him like a blanket of golden fleece. His yellow eyes blinked with curiosity behind the thick lenses of his glasses.
“You mean Faeries don’t wear clothes at all? How do you stay warm?”
BoomFuzzy grinned, a sharp-toothed smile that showed he was enjoying the conversation.
“Warm? Faeries dinnae feel the cold like Humans do. And we dinnae need to cover ourselves, either. The natural world is enough to protect us. Many Fae run about bare as the day they were born, with no care for the weather or the eyes of others. When I was a wee lad, I ne’er wore a stitch of clothing. And why would I? No one in the Fae Realm cared.”
“But you’re wearing clothes now,” GhoulSpawn pointed out, gesturing at the hakama pants and the purple tartan draped around BoomFuzzy’s shoulders.
BoomFuzzy’s eyes crinkled with mirth.
“Aye, that I am. That came later, after I started mingling with Humans. They get all sorts of bothered by nudity, so I took to wearing these here,” he tugged at the tartan with a playful flourish. “To keep them from fretting. Quaraun, now, he was raised by Humans, desert-dwellers who’ve got their own ways. They taught him weaving. He’s used to all these trappings — robes, slippers, and whatnot.”
Quaraun, still absorbed in the sock's sensation against his foot, nodded absentmindedly.
“Clothing is not just a necessity; it is an art, a means of expression. Silk, in particular, has a language all its own.”
“But it’s odd,” GhoulSpawn murmured, glancing at BoomFuzzy again. “To think of beings walking around naked, especially in a place as cold as this. I can’t imagine it.”
BoomFuzzy tilted his head, considering how to explain the deep-rooted mistrust Faeries held toward clothing.
“Well, lad, you have to understand, there’s a bit of folklore to it. A tale that might shed some light. Ever hear of Brownies?”
“Thick squares of chocolate cake?”
“Nay, Lad. Wee folk.”
GhoulSpawn shook his head.
“Only in passing. What about them?”
BoomFuzzy settled back, his hands resting comfortably on his knees.
“Brownies are a type of Fae, same as Phookas like me and Elves like Quaraun, but Brownies in not big like Human size, like we be. No, Brownies, is tiny little folk, barely bigger than a hand-span. They’re helpful creatures, ye see, always willing to lend a hand around the farm in exchange for a bowl of cream. They’d sweep the hearth, churn the butter, even milk the cows if ye asked them nicely. All they ever wanted was a wee bit of cream left out at night as thanks.”
Quaraun, now fully engaged in BoomFuzzy’s story, leaned forward slightly, the sock momentarily forgotten.
“But there’s an old story about a witch,” BoomFuzzy continued, his voice growing more solemn. “She was a wicked one, that witch, and she wanted the Brownies to do more than just help out of kindness. She wanted them as slaves. So, she sewed enchanted clothes, wee little shirts and trousers, and left them out where the Brownies would find them. The Brownies were overjoyed at first. They’d never had clothes before and thought it a grand gift.”
BoomFuzzy’s smile faded as he spoke, replaced by a shadow of old anger.
“But those clothes were cursed, they were. As soon as the Brownies put them on, they were bound to the witch’s will. They couldn’t take the clothes off, couldn’t leave, couldn’t stop working for her. She drove them near to death with endless tasks, all the while keeping them from their freedom.”
GhoulSpawn listened intently, a chill running down his spine as BoomFuzzy’s words sank in.
“But the Brownies, clever wee creatures, found a way out,” BoomFuzzy said, a note of pride creeping into his voice. “One night, they tricked the witch, making her think they were content with their lot. While she slept, they slipped away to the river and drowned the clothes, breaking the curse. Since that day, no Faerie trusts articles of clothing given as gifts. Many of us won’t even wear clothes at all.”
Quaraun sighed, his gaze drifting back to the sock on his foot.
“Humans see clothing as gifts, tokens of love or care. But for Faeries, they are a symbol of slavery, of control. I suppose that’s why I’ve always found such comfort in creating my own garments, free from the hands of others.”
BoomFuzzy nodded, his eyes warm with understanding.
“Aye, Love. It’s no wonder ye take such care in every stitch ye weave. It’s yer way of keeping yerself free.”
GhoulSpawn looked down at his own clothes, thinking about the garments he’d worn all his life. It was strange to think that something as simple as clothing could hold such different meanings for different beings. For him, they were a necessity, a shield against the world, but for Quaraun and BoomFuzzy, they were something altogether different — both a form of expression and a reminder of a dark past.
Quaraun carefully removed the black sock from his foot, setting it aside.
“I think I shall knit a pair for myself,” he said softly. “But not out of need, nor fear, nor obligation. Simply because I can. Because it’s a choice I make.”
BoomFuzzy’s smile returned, this time softer, more affectionate.
“That’s the spirit, me wee pink JellyElf. That’s the way it should be.”
The three of them sat together in the warm light of the lighthouse, the storm raging outside, but inside, there was peace.
Quaraun unwound the skein of pink silk, his JellyFish tentacles nimble as they prepared to knit something entirely his own.
The black sock lay forgotten, a relic of Human customs that no longer held the same power it once did.
As Quaraun worked, BoomFuzzy told more tales of Faerie folklore, and GhoulSpawn listened with wide eyes, learning about a world he had never fully understood.
In the gentle rhythm of Quaraun’s knitting needles, there was a sense of calm, of freedom, and of the ever-present magic that flowed through their lives, binding them together in ways that no cursed clothing ever could.
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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) 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.
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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
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