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 Series Prologue  

• Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

The Hanged Man

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.

Today’s story was brought to you by the letter H. More stories starting with H can be found here:

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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.

BoomFuzzy

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Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

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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Meet The Characters

Wendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again. Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978) If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title. List of the published titles still in print: The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series What the series is about, for those new here: The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series.

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: BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying A Very Important Clump of Grass The Washer Woman & The Fae Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine Bone Dice Excited For The New Baby Zwodder: A Drowsy Stupid State of Mind Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and The Grim Reality of Zombies Open Grave The Phooka's Dragon School The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops The Jar of Pickled Toes The Book Burning Maggots, a You Can't Spell Hatred Without Red Hats A Day In The Life of a Bumbling Necromancer The Three-Seventeen Pee Expedition

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.

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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.

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...

@eelkat health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

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. 

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.

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 GumRoad

On Medium:

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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Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on OnlyFans

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Index of the Quaraun Merch on Zazzle

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