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The Sacred Pink Secret (TW: Mpreg Yaoi) - 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
Quaraun sat cross-legged on a rose-silk cushion, the firelight casting a rosy glow on his glittering robes. His long, prehensile silver hair coiled apround him like a living curtain, shielding him from the cold drafts that whispered through the tent's seams. He rested one golden-gloved hand on his lap while the other traced idle circles over his belly—a subtle curve, barely noticeable beneath the layers of pink silk and lace.
BoomFuzzy's low humming drifted from the kitchenette. The scent of gingerbread, rich and spicy, mingled with the crisp air.
Outside, the world was a frozen wasteland, but inside their traveling silk tent, it was warm, soft, and fragrant. Quaraun tried to focus on the gentle crackling of the fire, but his mind kept circling back to the growing life within him.
What if he was wrong to bring a child into this broken world?
The tent flap rustled, and BoomFuzzy strode in, his black hakama swishing with his long strides. Snow dusted his grizzled beard and the furry tips of his wooly dreadlocks. He balanced a tray piled with steaming bowls of gingerbread pudding and cups of hot spiced cider.
"Ya look like ya’ve seen a ghost, Love," BoomFuzzy said, setting the tray down beside Quaraun.
His rough hands adjusted his goggles, their purple lenses reflecting the firelight as he peered at Quaraun with his cataract-clouded eyes.
"What’s got ya frettin’ so hard yar hair’s all twitchy?"
Quaraun flinched, realizing his tentacles had begun to writhe with his unease. He gathered them close, folding them neatly around himself like ribbons on a gift.
"Nothing."
BoomFuzzy snorted, a sound like a playful growl.
"Aye, sure. Nothing always makes ye this jittery." He plopped down beside Quaraun, draping a heavy arm across the Elf's slender shoulders. "Out wi’ it."
The warmth of BoomFuzzy’s closeness sent a shiver through Quaraun—not of cold, but of something tender and fragile. He hesitated, his pale blue eyes fixed on the golden trim of his sleeves.
"I am afraid," he whispered.
BoomFuzzy tilted his head, his silver cataracts catching the firelight like twin moons.
"Afraid o’ what, Love? Zombies? Winter wolves? Me cookin’?"
Quaraun managed a weak smile.
"The baby."
"Ah, the wee bairn," BoomFuzzy said, his voice softening. He shifted closer, his arm tightening around Quaraun. "What about ‘em?"
Quaraun swallowed hard, his fingers clenching the silk of his robes.
"What if they do not survive? The world is... it is too cold, too dangerous. And I am—" His voice broke, and he looked away, ashamed of the tears pooling in his eyes. "I am not strong. I can barely keep myself alive. How can I protect a child?"
BoomFuzzy was silent for a moment. Then he reached out and cupped Quaraun’s face in his rough, calloused hands, turning the Elf’s gaze back to him.
"Listen here, me wee pink JellyElf," he said, his voice a low, rumbling purr. "Ya’ve got more strength in yer wee silk-spun heart than any beast out there. Ya’ve faced down armies, outwitted death itself, an’ ya’ve got me. We’ll keep the wee one safe, together."
Quaraun leaned into BoomFuzzy’s touch, his tension easing as the Faerie’s words washed over him.
"You really think I can do this?"
BoomFuzzy grinned, his crooked teeth glinting.
"I know ya can. An’ when ya’re too tired or too scared, I’ll be right here to pick up the slack." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Quaraun’s forehead, his beard tickling the Elf’s skin. "Now eat yar pudding before it goes cold."
Quaraun laughed softly, the sound like the chiming of silver bells. He reached for the bowl of gingerbread pudding, the aroma wrapping around him like a warm hug. The first bite melted on his tongue, sweet and spiced, with just a hint of citrus.
BoomFuzzy watched him with a satisfied smirk.
"There’s me JellyElf. Sweet tooth an’ all."
As they ate, the tent grew quieter, the fire’s crackling the only sound. Quaraun felt a new kind of peace settling over him. The fears hadn’t vanished, but they no longer felt insurmountable.
A sudden clattering of hooves broke the stillness. The tent flap flew open, and GhoulSpawn burst in, his green Fagin coat flapping and his gold-rimmed glasses askew.
"You won’t believe it!" he gasped, his breath puffing in the cold air. "I found a pre-apocalypse library! Full of books!"
BoomFuzzy groaned.
"Bloody Goat can’t knock, can he?"
"I'm a Sheep."
Quaraun blinked at GhoulSpawn, his muddled thoughts struggling to process the Sheep Demon’s words.
"Books?" he echoed, his voice faint.
"Yes! Engineering manuals, medical texts, even some cookbooks!" GhoulSpawn’s golden hooves tapped excitedly against the silk carpet floor. "I thought you’d want first pick before I haul them to the BioDome."
BoomFuzzy chuckled, pulling Quaraun closer.
"See? The universe’s already providin’ for our wee one. Knowledge, recipes, an’ all."
Quaraun smiled, resting his head against BoomFuzzy’s chest. The steady thrum of the Faerie’s heartbeat was a soothing anchor in his swirling sea of emotions. He placed a hand over his belly, imagining the tiny life growing there.
Maybe, just maybe, they would be all right.
The End?
|©2025 Wendy Christine Allen | All Rights Reserved|
Author’s note: Quaraun is elderly and suffers from a disorder known as Delirium, which is similar to Alzheimers. It makes him do and say strange things, causes him to often be confused, see or hear things others can not see or hear, results in him often not remembering things, often not recognizing where he is or who he is with, and is why other characters in the series refer to him as “Quaraun the Insane”. While it shows up minimally in most every story, some stories focus more heavily on it and are found here:
Also published this week:
![]() King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn: Quaraun's husband, BoomFuzzy aka King Gwallmaiic, a Scottish Phooka, who is King of The UnSeelie Court. Quaraun is his court mage and advisor, as well as the only Elf in The UnSeelie Court. BoomFuzzy is a "classic fantasy type" Necromancer who uses sorcery to raise the dead. Being a Faerie he is also an illusionist and master of trickster magic. By profession, he is a Master Chef, owning the global monopoly on restaurants, taverns, pubs, and food trucks. Until his death, BoomFuzzy was regarded as the world's most powerful wizard. He is now a Lich. BoomFuzzy is also half-Human. His mother was a Mongolian/Chinese Human, which is why he wears distinctively Asian outfits, along with a great kilt worn as a cape. Known as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, he often takes the form of a purple Unicorn. BoomFuzzy's exact age is unknown, though he was well over two thousand years old at the time of his death, and Quaraun resurrected him as a Lich around 500+ years ago, making him close to 3,000 years old. In his BlackBird form he is fifteen thousand years old. Art by Wendy Christine Allen ![]() |
![]() Quaraun the Insane aka The Pink Necromancer: The F2M transgender Persian Moon Elf main character: The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun The Insane, with BoomFuzzy the Unicorn. F2M for those unaware = Quaraun was biologically born female, but transitioned to live as a male; this is why there are stories where Quaraun is sometimes pregnant, in spite of being male and using he/him male pronouns. Quaraun is a Necromancer by the actual dictionary definition of the word, meaning he is a psychic medium who sees and hears ghosts, and uses tarot, spirit boards, and seances to communicate with the dead. By profession he is a silk weaver/tailor/silk merchant. Quaraun is an Elder God JellyFish who takes the form of an Elf to blend in with society. His 12 foot long hair is made out of venomous, stinging jellyfish tentacles. Quaraun is BoomFuzzy's apprentice and regarded as the world's most powerful still living wizard. Quaraun's exact age is unknown, but he is somewhere around 750 years old. In his SunTa form he is twelve thousand years old. The Scared Pink JellyFish that lives in him, is stated to being over two million years old. Art by Wendy Christine Allen ![]() |
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Main characters: The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun (A Moon Elf) and his husband King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy aka The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, Lich King of Fire Mountain (A Phooka/Faerie).
BoomFuzzy is King of The UnSeelie Court;
Quaraun is his Court Mage;
GhoulSpawn (not pictured) is Quaraun’s apprentice.
They are the world’s three most evil super villains, though they do not see themselves as evil. They own the world’s only functioning BioDome and thus hold the world’s monopoly on crops, food, livestock, and fabric, holding the Human population at their sadistic mercy.
These stories are told from their point of view.
— — Art by Wendy Christine Allen
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There are now over one thousand stories in this series, on Medium, here are lists of some of them sorted by categories:
40th Century Dystopian — Maine | Bare Feet | BioDomes | Clam Digging | Cozy Romantasy | Culinary Cozy | Cursed Magic Items | Dark Fantasy | Elves & Faeries & Demons & Shifters & MerMen | Fishing | Food Truck Tales | Furry Yaoi (often featuring MPreg) | Ghost Stories | The GodForsaken City | Gothic Literature | Graveyards | Gypsy Main Characters | Harvesting, Gathering, Scavenging | Haunted Houses | Hippy Crafts | Horror | Living in a Lighthouse | Married Gay Couple | Merchants | Nautical Fiction | Noodle Beach | Off Grid Survivalist Preppers | Paranoia | Planet Diona | Poems | Poly Gay Romance | Random Encounters | RiverBoat Gypsies Life | The Rose Garden | Singing Sea Slugs | Shoes | Silent Moor | Sleep Stories | Slice of Life | Stormy Weather | Tavern Encounters | Thieves | TransMan Character | Travelling Gypsies | UnDead Lobsters | The UnSeelie Court | Vardo Dwelling | Yurt Glamping | Zombie Apocalypse | Zombies
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