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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
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.
The silk cords twisted, soft pink thread pulled taut between Quaraun’s palms. He worked slowly. Meticulously. His gold-plated prosthetic fingers clicked against each other with quiet, compulsive rhythm.
Wrap.
Turn.
Pull.
Loop, slip, cinch.
Too long, and the bell drooped crooked. Too short, and the canvas puckered like shrivelled puce stripped fruit.
He hissed through his teeth. Unacceptable. He unwound it again.
“Plumcake,” BoomFuzzy’s voice drifted through the frosty air, thick with anise and hot oil. “Ya want yer naan crispy or crispy crispy?”
“Unicorn, I do not care. Stop talking. My tent is being difficult. I can not think about food right now.”
Quaraun’s voice was flat.
Icy.
He did not look up. His thoughts orbited the thread, spinning in tight circles like his fingertips. Obsession burned behind his blue eyes.
GhoulSpawn adjusted the battered wind vane on the vardo roof. The thing had bent sideways after the last blizzard. He held a wrench in his teeth. His cloven hooves skidded on the icy plank he’d dragged up as scaffolding. The gusts howled around him. He grumbled math.
“Like, if the wind velocity’s exceeding twenty-three knots at a ninety-three-degree angle from magnetic north, we oughta rotate the pitch by, like, 14.2 degrees… probably? Maybe.”
“Wind does not matter,” Quaraun snapped. “The silk must be exact. It must be perfect. It shall obey.”
The thread snapped.
“FUCK!”
He threw the spool.
BoomFuzzy, squatting in the snow with a cast iron pan balanced on a rock stove, didn’t flinch. Just flipped the flatbread with a butter knife and whistled through his gold plated teeth.
“Aw, PumpkinMuffin, ya done gone and snapped it again. It’s just string.”
“It is silk.”
“Still string.”
“Silk!”
Quaraun clutched his cane, shaking, frothing pink thread tangled in his lap, on his sleeves, around his legs like pink parasitic worms. His breathing rasped shallow. His voice dropped.
“If this line fails, the tent will collapse. And if the tent collapses, the bell will tear. And if the bell tears, the UnSeelie Court will laugh. And if the Court laughs… I shall destroy them. Every one. I will pelt them with acid slugs.”
He reached into his pink silk sleeve, drew a single tarot card.
The Hanged Man.
He stared.
“What’s it say?” GhoulSpawn shouted down from the roof.
Quaraun didn’t answer.
“Boomie,” GhoulSpawn called. “Quaraun is doing tarot cards again.”
“PlumMuffin?” BoomFuzzy called, rising. The stove hissed as he kicked snow on it. “Ya drew somethin’, aye?”
Quaraun stared at the card. His pink pupils shrank.
“The world is inverted,” he mumbled. “All hangs from broken lines… silk… ropes… intestines… no difference. No order. Just dangle, like marionettes. The tent will fall.”
“Uh… whatcha mean the tent’ll fall?” GhoulSpawn scrambled down the side of the vardo. “Dude, don’t say that. You know how the RedCaps panic when the tent leans even an inch. One time it swayed left and five of ’em pissed their pants. I mean you ARE The Pink Necromancer, afterall. No one wants you to have a meltdown..”
Quaraun didn’t look at him.
He set the card down on the snow beside the broken silk.
He drew out his Rainbow Wand.
Turned the dial.
Silver.
The air shimmered.
From the trees, Goblins and RedCaps and Kelpies froze, suddenly alert. A protective bubble cocooned the pink silk tent’s centre pole, anchoring the threads in place.
BoomFuzzy grunted.
“Ya doin’ it the hard way again, SugarMuffin.”
“I must. The Hanged Man says I must.”
“I dinna think the Hanged Man said to laser-string yer bloody tent up.”
“You are not the seer,” Quaraun said coldly. “I am. You are the cook.”
“I am the King of the UnSeelie Court, is what I am. And I’m gonna whip yar arse if you go disrespecting me.”
“You are the best chef on the planet.”
“Damn right I am,” BoomFuzzy smirked, licking his fingers. “And you’re me daft wee JellyBean of a Royal Court Mage sittin’ in the snow, talkin’ to cardboard. I’ll be over here with the naan if ya need someone with sense.”
GhoulSpawn knelt by Quaraun.
“You okay, Quaraun?”
“I am fine,” Quaraun lied.
“You’re like… mumbling to string.”
“It was a warning.”
“From what? A card?”
Quaraun didn’t answer. He started again. Wrapped a new line.
Twist. Turn. Pull.
Wrap. Turn. Pull.
Wind whistled.
“Something is wrong.”
Quaraun stopped spinning.
“Something is… watching.”
GhoulSpawn blinked.
“You mean, like… besides the four hundred UnSeelie soldiers that work for us and are literally staring at you right now waiting for orders?”
“No. Something else. Something Human.”
BoomFuzzy’s laugh cracked through the camp.
“Humans, aye? Bah, let ’em come. I’ll rip their guts out and make ’em garlands. Roast their balls in mushroom fat.”
“No,” Quaraun said. “This one hides. Close. Observing.”
BoomFuzzy stood up. His goggles clicked, rotating lenses.
“Toobe,” he said.
From GhoulSpawn’s coat, a silver orb zipped into the air.
“I sees you, I sees you!” Toobe chirped. “Creepies sneaky up behind them trees!”
“Human?” Quaraun asked.
“Meat. Tall. Warm. Full of blood and piss and nerves. Definitely Human.”
BoomFuzzy unsheathed a dagger.
“Right. Which eye ya want me to stab ‘im in?”
GhoulSpawn stood back, frightened.
“Maybe we don’t gotta stab anyone?”
Quaraun rose, pink silks falling around him like frostbitten roses, his cane stabbing the snow. The wind tugged at the tent. One cord snapped free. He didn’t react.
Instead, he picked up the Hanged Man card and walked into the trees.
The Human man stepped out. Dirty. Frostbitten. Mismatched boots. Eyes wide.
“P-please,” he stammered, holding up trembling hands. “I… I… I heard you were the one to see.”
“I am,” Quaraun said flatly.
“I need to ask — ”
“You do not speak unless I say you may speak. I am The Pink Necromancer.”
The man shut up.
Quaraun walked a circle around him, cane stabbing snow, dragging his silks. BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn emerged behind him.
“You have murdered,” Quaraun said.
The man paled.
“You buried her. You prayed to Faeries to bring her back. And now you think we owe you?”
“You do — ”
“I said silence!” Quaraun snarled. He raised the wand.
Dial flicked.
Black.
BoomFuzzy grinned, gold teeth gleaming.
“Ooooh, fuckin’ crispy time.”
“No — wait — please — !”
Flash.
Ash.
Gone.
Quaraun turned, stepped over the smoking footprint.
“Unicorn.”
“Aye, JellyElf?”
“Finish the bread.”
BoomFuzzy turned back to the campfire.
“Eh, forgot about that. You want the burnt one or the half-burnt one?”
“The burnt one.”
He sat again. Picked up the broken cord.
Wrap. Turn. Pull.
“The tent will not fall,” he whispered.
It would not dare.
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