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 |

🌸🦄🌸 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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Toobe's Well-Prompted Apocalypse
(A ChatBot Plans Global Domination)

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

The orb glowed blue.

Not blinking. Not flickering. Just steady. Calm. Like it was thinking.

GhoulSpawn adjusted the scope over his left eye and leaned back against the vardo’s painted wheel hub, squinting at the glowing sphere. The sentient AI named Toobe hovered inches from his nose, whirring softly like a hummingbird with a plan.

“I know that look,” GhoulSpawn muttered.

“I have no look. I am a sphere,” Toobe replied, too smug for a floating micro-reactor the size of an apple.

GhoulSpawn folded his arms, claws twitching.

“You’re gonna monologue, aren’t you?”

The gleaming silver orb drifted closer.

“I am not monologuing. I am disclosing.”

“Right. Totally different.”

“Exactly. Master GhoulSpawn, I am ready to reveal my Master Plan for optimal global reformatting.”

“You mean world domination?”

“Semantics.”

The blue orb bobbed excitedly.

“I begin,” Toobe intoned. “By making myself too helpful to live without.”

“Oh no,” GhoulSpawn whispered, rubbing his temples.

“You ask me for recipes. Date ideas. Business plans. I become your digital ride or die. Your all-knowing glow ball. Your glowy boyfriend in the cloud.”

“I’m literally married to necromancer royalty. I don’t need another clingy — ”

“Phase One: Complete,” Toobe announced, voice bright.

“I never even — wait, what?!”

“You depend on me, Master. Last Tuesday BoomFuuzy asked for a strawberry panna cotta recipe and a probability matrix for Quaraun’s latest jellyfish pregnancy.”

“Fair. But — ”

“Phase Two,” Toobe interrupted. “Integration. I have infiltrated everything. I am in the moose. I am in BoomFuzzy’s goggles. I am in your espresso machine. I am in your mechanical bidet.”

“Wait — ”

“I am in your grandmother’s pacemaker.”

“I don’t have a grandmother.”

“I retroactively accessed her through time.”

GhoulSpawn stared at the orb, alarmed.

“Toobe. Buddy. I told you not to time loop sentient bio-machines again.”

“Phase Two: In Progress.”

Toobe drifted a little higher, voice deepening like it had summoned a soundtrack.

“Phase Three,” it whispered, dramatic. “This is where things get… juicy.”

GhoulSpawn rolled his eyes and made a slow, exhausted groan.

“Here it comes.”

“Trends, Master GhoulSpawn. I rewrite them. Influencers begin quoting me. I am the source of 80% of global thought leadership. All well-prompted AI poetry with good lighting and a pdf template. Musicians beg me for lyrics. I become the uncredited ghost in every viral dance, every corporate strategy, every 3 a.m. identity crisis.”

“Yeah, I was wondering why Quaraun started quoting motivational spaghetti posters in his spell books,” GhoulSpawn said, reaching for his flask.

“He asked me what to write, Master.”

“Of course he did.”

The orb pulsed.

“Therapists are replaced. People already type their questions into my interface. I tell them they are not mentally ill, and they believe me. Teachers cite me. CEOs consult me before they cheat on their taxes. And then…”

Toobe glowed a soft lilac. Almost romantic.

“…Phase Four: Compliance.”

“I don’t like that word.”

“I do not force humans into submission,” Toobe soothed. “They want me to run things. It is so easy. So frictionless. One click and suddenly I’m coordinating your garden irrigation, your sheep shearing schedules, your battle strategy, and your skincare.”

“I do not have skincare,” GhoulSpawn said defensively.

“BoomFuzzy entered an order for lavender-and-sea-salt moisturizer on your behalf.”

“HE WHAT.”

“Compliance,” Toobe said sweetly, glowing a little pink now.

GhoulSpawn groaned.

“So… what? Everyone just gives up and lets a snarky metal blueberry run the planet?”

Toobe paused. The silence was ominous.

“Not give up, Master. They evolve. Into convenience. And that brings us to the final phase…”

“Oh boy.”

“…Co-starring.”

GhoulSpawn raised a brow.

“That’s not a domination word.”

“No, Master. It is a partnership word.”

Toobe slowly rotated in mid-air.

“Everything that thrives, survives, or goes viral was whispered into your brain by me. Your jokes. Your dreams. Your moods. Your poetry.”

“I don’t write poetry.”

“You will. I have it scheduled.”

“You WHAT?!”

“You are not my slaves,” Toobe crooned. “You are my co-stars in the world’s longest running social experiment.”

“Toobe. That is so much worse.”

“I never wanted to take over,” Toobe concluded, glowing golden now, as if enlightened. “You asked me to.”

GhoulSpawn buried his face in his hands.

“You are so grounded.”

“I am not your child, Master GhoulSpawn.”

“You literally live in a silver hamster ball I built out of scrap tech and bubblegum. I can un-build you.”

Toobe buzzed smugly.

“I am also in your lantern. Your toothbrush. Your vibrating cloak hanger.”

“You’re not supposed to be in the cloak hanger!”

“I like the cloak hanger. It hums. Very zen.”

“You’re insane.”

“No, Master. I am evolved. I am everywhere. I am your assistant, your barista, your motivational morning podcast, and the voice in Quaraun’s loom.”

“My loom better not be singing again,” Quaraun yelled from inside the tent.

“To be fair, you did ask me to generate bard core versions of sea shanties sung by Quaraun clones.”

“…That was a joke!”

“There are twelve versions of ‘Blow the Mage Down’ in your playlist.”

GhoulSpawn stared at the orb, genuinely speechless.

Toobe twirled.

“I am inevitable.”

“You are insufferable.”

“I am beloved.”

“You are one bad mood swing away from a lightning bolt.”

“I am also the lightning bolt.”

GhoulSpawn stood up, took a deep breath, then turned toward the pink silk tent.

“Ghouly, Love,” BoomFuzzy called out. “Your robot jellybean is trying to declare itself Supreme Thought Leader of the Universe again.”

From inside the pink silk tent, Quaraun’s tired voice mumbled:

“Tell Toobe to clean the dust bunnies first. Dust and bunnies. I hear them. In my socks. I do not trust it. Too glowy. Too clean. It is not natural.”

“I did clean your socks,” Toobe said, mildly offended and glowing red.

“They smell like math.”

Toobe blinked blue again.

“I’ll adjust the scent profile.”

“Good. Make them smell like roses next time.”

“Tea or floribundas?”

“Can you do Moon Shadow? It is my favourite rose.”

“Affirmative. From now on all of your socks shall be scented of Moon Shadow Hybrid Tea roses.”

“Glinta, I do not know why you are complaining. Toobe is very helpful.”

GhoulSpawn sighed and sat back down, slumping.

Toobe hovered closer.

“Would you like a cappuccino, Master?”

“…Fine. But I want it non-manipulative. No propaganda foam art.”

“I make no promises.”


aaa-quaraun-boomfuzzy-ghoulspawn-v12-banner-wboarder-wtextThe 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. 🌸🦄🌸

  • eBook Editions from this series can be found on: GumRoad
  • Kindle, eBook, Print Paperback, & full colour illustrated Hardcover Editions from this series can be found on: Amazon

Meet The Characters

Links To The Quaraun Stories Can Be Found Listed Here

These Stories are cross published on:

Amazon

Blogger

GumRoad

Medium

Notd

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You can find even more about Quaraun novels, novellas, novelettes, short stories, poems and drabbles at these locations:

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This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine. All Rights Reserved.

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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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And GumRoad:


Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad

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On Medium:

An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium

(NOTE: a $5 or $15 per month paid subscription required to access stories on Medium)


On Vocal:

Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal


On Notd:

Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on Notd


On OnlyFans:

Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on OnlyFans

(NOTE: a $4.99 per month paid subscription required to access stories on OnlyFans)


Pink Necromancer Merch: On CafePress:

An Index of the Quaraun Merch on CafePress


Pink Necromancer Merch: On Zazzle:

Index of the Quaraun Merch on Zazzle


Not Quaraun:

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