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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.
Morning harbour.
The Blue Monkey docked. The big tramp steamer, five decks, painted blue.
Sunrise pink. Mist curling.
Ship rocking gently.
Quaraun stood at the railing, pink silk fluttering. His belly huge, round, kits wriggling inside, watermelon weight pressing. He touched it. Felt movement. Small, frantic kicks. Life. Squirming. Alive.
BoomFuzzy strode by, his tall in presence, even if short in frame, dreadlocks bouncing with authority.
Cloves.
Anise.
Lilac.
Warm breath.
Hair shining.
Gold teeth glinting.
Fat belly swinging.
Broad shoulders.
Fingers long.
Lips full.
Long fluffy purple tail twitching.
Dark skin gleaming.
Aura raw.
The Lich King on deck.
Quaraun’s heart skipped a beat as he watched BoomFuzzy survey the deck and determine what work needed to be done today.
Quaraun loved BoomFuzzy as much as the ship’s Goblin crew feared BoomFuzzy.
Crew scrambled, floating homestead waking up.
GhoulSpawn hovered near by. Sheepish. Nervous. Hooves afraid of damp ropes. Golden wool smelling of wet sheep, earthy moss, burnt sugar, metallic tang, warm velvet, damp fur, sunlight, hay, wood-smoke, river reeds, copper. The Satyr-like Sheep Demon was new to this life. New to this world. Out of place. Out of time. Lost. Confused.
Quaraun smiled. Warm.
GhoulSpawn looked at BoomFuzzy. His golden pleco pupiled eyes full of terror. Fear. Awe. Scared of the Lich King.
“I felt it too,” Quaraun whispered to himself, thoughts tangled like tentacles, jellyfish logic curling. Quaraun began quietly singing his newly written lullaby to his belly full of unborn kits.
Kits like tiny moons.
Moonlight makes belly swirl.
Swirl makes silk dance.
Dance makes stars jealous.
Stars watch.
I watch.
I am stars.
Nearby, BoomFuzzy ordered the unloading.
Pots, yaks, chickens, potted trees.
Firepit placement. Smoke curling.
“Move faster, ya fucking fools. Or taste me wrath.”
Crew obeyed.
Quaraun let his fingers trail in The Lich King's hair again.
Beads, ribbons.
Silk against dreadlocks.
Breath hot.
Cloves.
Coconut.
Eyes icy-bluegrey with silver pupils stared at him.
Teeth gold-plated, encrusted with diamonds.
Broad nose, high cheekbones, grin wide, his fingers brushing Quaraun’s belly each time he strode past.
GhoulSpawn tried to help. But the ship lurked with a wave and cloven hooves do not make for sturdy footing on slippery decks.
Clumsy goat.
Not a goat.
Sheep.
Beautiful sheep, with lovely golden fleece.
Clumsy sheep.
Spilled water.
Again.
Embarrassed.
Again.
He’ll get his sea legs someday.
Maybe?
Probably not.
Quaraun’s jellyfish hair lifted in the breeze, tiny bioluminescent tips brushing cheeks. An idea struck and Quaraun suddenly sat down on the deck, rummaging through his pink beaded heart shaped bag of holding, to pull out quill and scroll, and swiftly set about to writing down his latest thoughts before they got away.
Logic says: silk bends to heart.
Heart beats.
Heart feeds kits.
Kits pulse.
I am jellyfish.
Jellyfish pulsate.
Pulsate like moon.
Moon bright.
Bright pink.
I like pink.
I am the Sacred Pink JellyFish.
I shall paint the moon pink.
BoomFuzzy laughed, deep rumble, bending to brush a strand of silver-grey from Quaraun's eyes.
Quaraun looked up to see the Lich King standing over him, looking down at him, reading the words he’d wrote.
“Ya wee numpty, got moonbeams on the brain again, eh?”
“I love the Moon.”
“Aye, ya do.”
“She protects us.”
“Well, I don’t know about that. Ya got some weird ideas about what the moon can and ca’na do.”
Quaraun shivered. Stood up. A bit too quickly. Had more to say, but the ship rocked on the waves. BoomFuzzy’s tail flicked, brushing against Quaraun’s belly rounded. Kits wriggled, pressing outward. Quaraun swayed slightly. BoomFuzzy steadied the frail Elf with one hand.
One hand.
Warm.
Dark.
Loving.
“Careful, wee JellyElf,” he purred. “Ya doin’ too much for these wee ones, aye?”
GhoulSpawn scurried across the deck to stand beside them. Adjusted calculations on his datapad, voice frantic.
“If thermal differential of river mist exceeds twenty-three point four Kelvin per second, Elf strain could induce early labour.”
He twitched. Panic in gold pleco eyes. Fingers greasy with ink and green velvet dust.
“Well, ya stay here and guard me Elf, eh?” BoomFuzzy said as he patted GhoulSpawn on the back and stormed off to yell at a nearby Goblin who was about to fall overboard.
Before long they were all eating breakfast on the deck. Grilled fish, spiced seaweed, sugar rolled tomato wedges, and warm soft honey bread.
“You are such a good cook,” GhoulSpawn said to BoomFuzzy.
“I am not a cook,” the old Phooka corrected. “I am a master chef. The world’s greatest chef. With walls of awards to prove it. Ya should have seen me in me celebrity chef reality show TV days, before the apocalypse hit, the world went to shit, zombies took over, grids went down, and TV stations stopped existing. I used to own an empire of restaurants, hosted a dozen TV cooking shows, ran a culinary arts academy. Now look at me. Cooking fish slop for Goblins on a tramp steamer.” BoomFuzzy sighed. “I was the world’s greatest chef. Now there’s no world left to enjoy fine dining. My old restaurants are over run with zombies.”
“You have us to cook for.”
“Aye. I do.”
“We like your cooking.”
"I didn't used to be a king ya know. Not before the comet strike. I was a TV chef with a restaurant empire. Then the comet hit the moon, ushered in the ice age, chaos ensued. And there weren't no one in the government with the balls to keep what was left of the world running. Humans took to killing off all the non-Humans and someone had to take charge and form a government that protected our people from the Humans. I did what I had to do to protect my family. Now here I am King of the UnSeelie Court. I ain't even a full blooded Faerie ya know. My mother was a Human. I hate being king, ya know. Cooking is my passion. Someday it is my hope, the world will be right enough that I can go back to just being a pastry chef, decorating fancy wedding cakes again. I miss that."
GhoulSpawn stared at BoomFuzzy, a look, much changed. Not quite so scared.
“I thought it was the other way around. That you were always a king.”
“Nope. I were just common folk. A cake decorator, pastry chef, and candy maker, who stepped up and took charge when no one else would. If my family had not been in danger, I would not have done it either. But me family were threatened. Needed protecting. Weren’t no government that were gonna do it. So I did it meself. Me Elf weren’t using male pronouns back then. Me pretty lil’ Elf Queen, were one of the last females left alive on the entire planet. Had to pretend to be male just to survive. She used to be so innocent. Sweet. Gentle. Now he’s ruthless. Cruel. The apocalypse changed us both.”
"Do you regret he changed gender?"
"No. No, I'm fine with that. It's the cruelty. He wasn't always the Pink Necromancer, most feared, most powerful, most deadly wizard in the world. He used to be a sweet little Elven princess, who wove fine silk, embroidered fancy laces, and made ball gowns for the ladies of the Seelie Court. Now he's the deadly court mage of The UnSeelie Court. A fighter. A warrior. Barely has time to weave silk anymore between bandit raids and zombie hordes. When I met him, he was timid, shy. Had never hurt anyone. Couldn't image hurting anyone. Now he kills without flinching. Before he would have stopped and helped a family on the side of the road, fed them, clothed, took them in. Now, it wouldn't even occur to him to help someone. He'd kill them in their sleep, just to make sure they wouldn't kill us first. The innocence is gone. He used to be like you. But that's what happens in a zombie apocalypse, eh?"
"Like me how?"
"You've never killed anyone. You're sweet and innocent. You've not been on our planet long enough to see the true horrors it holds. How long will it be, before you become like us? Ruthless killers, who don't have a choice. We have to kill to survive. The living are more dangerous then the zombies. Sooner or later you'll have to face that. Hopefully we can find a way, to get you back to your own world, before our world has a chance to corrupt you and rob you of your innocence."
Quaraun sat quietly listening to the conversation. Feeling the kits kicking. Eating the rationed breakfast. GhoulSpawn sat at his side.
BoomFuzzy handing out portions, barking orders, talking about rations, commanding, loving. He would never let us starve.
Too good a king.
Dreadlocks shining.
Silk ribbons caught sunlight.
Dark fingers threading through grey strands, glass beads jingling.
Quaraun pressed belly into him.
Kits squirmed again.
Felt warm, alive, tiny hearts hammering.
After finishing breakfast the crew went back to work.
Quaraun sat quieting contemplating BoomFuzzy’s words at breakfast. Quaraun was too pregnant to be of much use, and so he sat on the deck and scribbled more notes in his journal.
Thought: Jellyfish tentacle licked sunlight.
Sun licked belly.
Belly licked silk.
Silk licked dreadlocks.
Dreadlocks licked heart.
Heart licked stars.
Stars licked moon.
Moon licked kits.
Kits licked me.
I licked my Unicorn.
My unicorn licked me.
Love sprinkling.
River tides have secrets older than Human reckoning.
The Twighlight Manor watches. Always.
The Forest of No Return hums when kits stir.
Moon Elves’ jellyfish-hair senses danger first.
Pink silk threads carry memory of storms past.
Phooka laughter bends reality.
Faerie Trees whisper to yaks, chickens, and dwarves alike.
The Blue Monkey holds more life than any lighthouse.
Giant worms sleep beneath estuary mud, dreaming and not eating me.
Stars sometimes hide behind pink morning mist to listen.
Morning full.
Birds chirped.
Docked in the estuary.
Tides turning.
River and sea mingling.
We laughed. Laughed. Safe. Loved.
BoomFuzzy pulled me close.
Belly pressed.
Kits wriggling.
Kissed neck.
Pinched shoulder.
Rubbed spine.
Squeezed waist.
Hugged me to chest.
Tail brushing silk.
Fingers playing beads.
Breath hot.
Coconut cloves. Lilac scent.
GhoulSpawn watched, silently calculating, taking notes.
Or hiding.
Or thinking.
GhoulSpawn thinks we are weird.
Perhaps
we are weird.
Quaraun bent, set down his pen, jellyfish
hair flowing over cheeks, thinking. Then he began singing a lullaby
to his unborn kits again:
Pink like dawn, kits like moons, dreadlocks like stars, I orbit chaos, orbit love, orbit him, orbit them, orbit forever.
I blinked.
Kicked lightly against deck.
Kits danced.
He smiled.
I smiled.
Sun caught silk.
Wind whispered secrets.
Feet in sand.
Fingers in beads.
Heart
in dreadlocks.
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