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I am an author. I write Yaoi. This is my website. Yaoi means my main characters are gay lovers. If that bothers you, you're on the wrong website. Sorry. Need a longer explanation? For those wondering what is Yaoi; Yaoi is a subgenre of Gay literature, usually a subgenre of Gay Romance, though Yaoi does NOT automatically mean the story is Romance. Yaoi is EXCLUSIVLY written by women/female authors and read nearly exclusively by female readers. Yaoi is a Japanese word whose literal English translation means "boys in love". When Yaoi is used to mean a genre of fiction it means "female authors who write gay couples aimed at female readers". Yaoi makes zero attempt to write gay couples realistically, and is most unabashedly a genre for women who just want to lust after gay men, so if that bothers you, you're REALLY gonna hate my books and this website where you will find over three thousand short stories that are absolutely nothing but fetishizing gay men. Yaoi is NOT gay men written accurately, nor does it cater to gay readers. Yaoi is like when straight men write stories about lesbians, (that genre is called Yuri, by the way) targeted to straight male readers, only Yaoi is straight women who write gay men, targeted to straight female readers. I am a Yaoi author. That means the main characters of my books are gay couples. Specifically I write Poly Furry Slice of Life Isekai Yaoi Dark CyberGoth Space Fantasy. Poly means I write a polygamous throuple: 3 gay men married to each other and living together, are my main characters. Furry means they are anthropomorphic aka are both not Human and have animal features. In my case, the main character is an Elf JellyFish hybrid silk merchant turned necromancer, his primary husband is a Unicorn pastry chef who shapeshifts into the form of an UnSeelie Faerie King, and his secondary husband is a Satyr-like Sheep-man who has a sapient pet AI. Slice of Life means it's character driven, and there is absolutely ZERO action, and often no plot. AKA, they do every day normal things. They spend a lot of time hanging out in taverns, selling goods in market squares out of a vardo, selling food out of a food truck, digging for clams on the beach, bickering like the whiny bitch boi fembois they are, washing each others feets, brushing each other's hair, theres a lot of barefoot fetish and hair shampooing and hair brushing fetish, or fishing off a boat in the river, all while trying to maintain their lighthouse home which is actually a giant mimic monster who eats the local Humans, that they live in when they are not living in their travel tent. If you are looking for fast paced stories with quests and action, you are in the wrong place and you're gonna be bored out of ya fucking mind here. Plus I just like writing scenes of naked men bathing together. I have way too much fun writing stories of them bitching at each other and and slashing around naked in the river, to ever get around to writing quests or action. Isekai means it's time travel. The main character was born in 800BC, his primary husband was born in 2515, and his secondary husband was born in 1959. All three of them got sucked out of their timelines by feral portals and ended up together in a far future 20,000 years after the earth was destroyed by a comet in 2525. Dark means Horror, but olde style, like written by Poe or Lovecraft. AKA my characters monologue like Vincent Price in eyeliner, drunk on absinthe, and writing poetry about existential dread, while eldritch monsters crawl in the basement slithering tentacles through the darkness. Also, it's villian point of view. These guys are the the big boss fight end of the game super villains, so once in a while little DnD style adventuring parties show up at the lighthouse to fight them, but they just feed the adventurers to the lighthouse. The are three god level, god tier, god powered wizards, hell bent on taking over the planet, but they are too busy slinging hissy fits, food, and sexual tension at each other to ever get around to actually carry out their global domination plans. CyberGoth is the genre that American McGee's Alice is. Not quite SteamPunk, not quite CyberPunk, a little bit of both, with whole lot of AI overlords, vampires, and ye olde Victorian meets laser swords and star ships, but everyone dresses like they just walked out of a Goth Rave Night Club with goggles and cyberdreads. Space Fantasy, means there's Elves in space, flying star ships between planets and solar systems, specifically in my case: my main character is a merchant whose interstellar star fleet travels between five inhabited planets. In short, I write gay edgelord Elfbois with tentacles, Faebois who turn into Unicorns, and Pleco eyed Sheep-bois. ![]() Transman Quaraun (The Pink Necromancer) and his husband King Gwallmaic (aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn) King of The UnSeelie Court. Main characters of The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer series.
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40TH CENTURY DYSTOPIAN MAINE | COZY SWEET ROMANTASY | DARK FANTASY | ELVES & FAERIES & DEMONS & SHIFTERS | FURRY YAOI | GOTHIC LITERATURE | GYPSY MAIN CHARACTERS | INTERSEX CHARACTER | LGBTQAI+ FICTION | MARRIED GAY COUPLE | MINI STORY | Mpreg SERIES | POLY GAY ROMANCE | QUEER FICTION | SLICE OF LIFE | TRANSMAN CHARACTER | VIGNETTE | ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE |
🌸🦄🌸 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 leaned against the cold stone wall of the lighthouse, watching the storm rage. His cane rattled against the ground, the sound drowned by the crashing waves.
Giant waxes crashed taller than the cliffs, over the lighthouse.
A large driftwood log came crashing through a window.
Water sprayed across the room. Wild winds whipped through the building.
"Damn it," he muttered, hands trembling as they twisted around his Rainbow Wand.
BoomFuzzy, moving with his typical fluidity, placed a firm hand on Quaraun's shoulder.
"No need for magic, Love," he grinned. "Just a bit of storm's theatrics."
Quaraun clenched his jaw, gripping the wand tighter.
"I am not afraid," he snapped, but his heart fluttered.
The lighthouse flickered, the light dimming, then blinding the sea in one swift arc.
BoomFuzzy smirked, his silver eyes glinting in the dark.
“Ya should be.”
“Why?”
“Because that were no wave. It was a sea monster.”
Quaraun rushed to look out the window and there it stood: a huge monster rising up out of the water and reaching down for the lighthouse.
GhoulSpawn stood outside, watching the waves.
The sea was screaming.
Not roaring.
SCREAMING.
The lighthouse trembled. The glass cracked.
Quaraun grabbed his wand—
—but the sea screamed in his voice.
From every direction.
“Help me, help me, help me…”
In GhoulSpawn’s voice.
The wind howled, a harsh, keening gale that carried snowflakes razored thin, slicing sideways across the jagged cliff-side where the broken lighthouse shuddered on its rust-bitten frame.
Glass splintered.
Metal groaned.
GhoulSpawn did not move.
Could not move.
He stared into the screaming surf below, wide golden eyes filled with terror and confusion. His woolly hands trembled as if the sound itself had reached into his ribcage and squeezed his heart.
The sea screamed in his voice.
His voice.
“I... I didn’t say that,” GhoulSpawn muttered, though no one had accused him. “Like, like dude, that ain’t me. I didn’t... I ain’t screamin’, man.”
But the sound didn’t stop. It echoed up from the ice-wet boulders and twisted, salt-drenched trees that jutted like claws from the shore.
"Help me, help me, help me…”
It came again.
His voice.
But shriller now.
Higher.
Pitched wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong, wrong.
Wrong wrong wrong!
BoomFuzzy appeared behind Quaraun, his hooves crunching through frost-encrusted gravel, steam curling from his breath like smoke from a dragon’s nostrils. He squinted at the waves through scratched, frost-fogged goggles.
“The fuck kind o’ necro-shite is this?” BoomFuzzy growled. “That no be nae bloody normal storm. That be mimic-tide. Feral sea tech, ancient shite, pre-Moon crack kinda fuckery. Whole ocean’s got a bloody AI virus stuck in a fuckin' loop.”
Quaraun’s long rabbitty ears twitched nervously, silver chains swaying like wind chimes in a haunted temple.
The voice, the sea, it screamed again.
“Help me, help me, help me…”
But this time, it said something more.
“GhoulSpawn, it is me. I am you. I am your twin. Lost in the storm. Drowning. Dying. Dead. Undead. Drownspawn.”
Quaraun flinched. His delicate fingers clenched around the Rainbow Wand, the metal whining as he summoned its hum to life.
“I do not like that,” Quaraun whispered, voice caught between fear and fury. “I do not like that voice. That voice which is not your voice, speaking your words, from your throat, from your soul, from the sea. The sea which speaks in your voice, but which is not your mouth. It is doom and gloom. Gloom and doom.”
GhoulSpawn stumbled backward, shaking his head violently.
“I ain’t got no twin, man! Like, dude, I was an only child! My mom was a Sun Elf in the Downeast! My father was The Ghoul, King of the Demons. There ain't no Drownspawn in my DNA!”
But the sea rose.
The tide swelled unnaturally fast—up the jagged cliff, up to the lighthouse, hissing and sizzling and steaming where it touched cold stone.
And in it, something writhed.
A shape.
Wool.
Horns.
Hooves.
A copy.
A glitch.
A clone.
Its eyes were gold.
Its fleece, golden.
Its horns, curled.
Its grin, GhoulSpawn’s.
But twisted.
Wired wrong.
It opened its mouth.
And every wave behind it screamed.
“Help me, help me, help me… Drown me, drown me, drown me…”
BoomFuzzy drew his machete with a snarl, his voice a thunderous boom across the crackling cliff-side.
“Quaraun! Love! Get behind me, afore I flay this feral fuck’s fleece! It be sea-synth! Ghost-data tech! Soul-scrubbed! Ghouly, back yerself up, lad—yer evil sea twin’s got murder in its maw!”
But GhoulSpawn didn’t move.
He couldn’t.
Because the creature in the tide was walking up the cliff.
And it was humming.
Humming his lullaby.
The one he sang to Quaraun.
The one no one else was ever supposed to know.
Quaraun’s wide pink pupiled eyes locked with GhoulSpawn’s.
“This creature knows you. This creature knows you too well.”
“I know,” GhoulSpawn breathed, voice cracking, pupils shrinking. “And, uh... that’s, like, totally the creepiest thing that’s ever crawled outta the ocean at me, and I once got mugged by a radioactive otter.”
BoomFuzzy twirled his blade in one hand and pulled the Glimmer Stick Wand with the other, flipping through illusion settings like a madman trying to out-glitch the glitch.
“This be nae normal doppelgänger. This be clone craft. Memory leech. Temporal glitch soup. This fuckin' sea’s caught in a recursive dream-state—an' it’s cloning us."
Then the mimic-GhoulSpawn opened its mouth again.
And this time…
…it was BoomFuzzy’s voice that screamed.
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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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