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🌸🦄🌸 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. đŸŒ¸đŸŚ„đŸŒ¸

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Waste Management and Recycling

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 wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but 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 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.

Waste Management and Recycling

Quaraun sat cross-legged on a hovering, glittering pink silk flying carpet, watching BoomFuzzy rummage through a heap of scrap metal and broken tech. He refused to soil his silks or his shoes, and so watched BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn digging through the scrap heap.

A dim light flickered overhead, sputtering in the cold, stale air of the underground refuge.

GhoulSpawn sat nearby, gnawing on a Twinkie and holding a half-dismantled cyber-limb.

“This is, like, totally salvageable, man,” GhoulSpawn said, holding the cyber-limb up to BoomFuzzy. “You just gotta reroute the power conduit through the neural core and, like, add a bypass circuit to stabilize the feedback loop.”

BoomFuzzy squinted at the limb through his cyber-goggles, fiddling with a tangle of wires.

“Aye? And what if the neural core shorts out and explodes in yar face, ya bloody twit?”

“It won’t explode, dude. Probably. I mean, it’s just a Class-C conduit — “

“It is most certainly going to explode,” Quaraun interrupted, his long silver tentacle-hair slithering around his shoulders. He delicately brushed a strand of hair away from his pale face, the chains linking his nose rings to his earrings tinkling. “Glinta, you have a habit of blowing things up. Your explosions are, shall we say, a rather predictable occurrence. Occurrence rather predictable.”

“That’s, like, totally not fair, man!” GhoulSpawn protested. “That arm I built you only caught fire once!”

“Twice.”

“It was a controlled burn!”

Quaraun arched a snowy-white eyebrow.

“My arm was not supposed to catch fire at all.”

BoomFuzzy snorted, tossing a mangled data chip over his shoulder.

“Ach, he’s right, Goat — “

“I’m a sheep.”

“Aye. And besides, we’re no here for science projects. We’re here tae dig up anythin’ we can use, sell, or trade.”

BoomFuzzy kicked a rusted pile of broken android parts. A few pieces clattered across the frozen concrete floor, echoing through the cavernous shelter.

“We are scavenging, not salvaging,” Quaraun said primly. “There is a distinct difference. Difference very distinct.”

“Aye,” BoomFuzzy muttered. “But we cannae afford tae be picky. Folk’ll pay good money for reworked tech.”

Quaraun sighed and stood, his long pink robes cascading around him, his tentacle-hair coiled and uncoiled, as he stepped down off his flying carpet, and carefully poofed it back into his pink beaded heart shaped bag of holding. He wandered toward a battered vending machine half-buried under scrap. His pink pupils glowed faintly as Quaraun traced his gloved hand along the machine’s cracked glass.

“Hmm…” Quaraun’s delicate hand hovered over the coin slot. “This machine may yet yield something of value.”

GhoulSpawn peeked over Quaraun’s shoulder.

“Dude, that’s, like, ancient tech. We had those back in the 1970s. Probably been dead for a couple of centuries.”

Quaraun ignored him and slid a small gold coin into the slot. The machine buzzed weakly. A dull grinding noise followed, and then a dusty can rattled out of the bottom tray.

Quaraun crouched down, lifting the can with a dainty finger. He held it up to the flickering light.

“A can of…” Quaraun squinted at the faded label. “Prune juice?”

“Prune juice?” BoomFuzzy cackled. “Yer telling me ya stuck a coin in that ancient pile of rust and it spat out bloody prune juice?”

“Yeah, man, gross,” GhoulSpawn agreed. “That’s, like, not even food.”

“Prunes are just dried plums.” Quaraun examined the label. “It claims to offer +2 Constitution and +3 Bowel Efficiency.”

BoomFuzzy let out a loud, wheezing laugh.

“Bowel Efficiency?! Ach! What the hell kinda stats are those?”

GhoulSpawn grinned.

“I dunno, dude. Might come in handy if you’re, like, constipated.”

“Prune juice is very healthy.” Quaraun ignored them and tucked the can into the folds of his robe. “Waste not, want not.”

BoomFuzzy wandered over to a heap of rusted mechanical limbs. He picked up a skeletal android arm and tapped it against his goggles.

“Reckon I could fit this tae me bus. Maybe turn it intae a self-service counter…”

“You are not putting an android arm in your bus,” Quaraun said.

“Why no’?”

“Because it would likely throttle the customers.”

“Of course it would, but only the rude ones.”

Quaraun sighed.

“Unicorn…”

GhoulSpawn suddenly perked up. His big golden pleco eyes widened as he pulled a shiny object from beneath a pile of scrap.

“Dude! Check it out!”

He held up a small device, sleek, black, blinking faintly with blue light.

“Looks like a biometric scanner,” GhoulSpawn said. “I wonder if — “

“That is not a biometric scanner,” Quaraun said, frowning. “That is a detonation trigger.”

“Aw, c’mon, man. Don’t be so negative.”

“It has a blinking red light.”

“So?”

“It is actively counting down.”

“Is it? How can you tell?”

“The red numbers, counting backwards on the display panel.”

GhoulSpawn looked down at the device.

“Oh… yeah. How’d I miss that?”

He dropped it.

BoomFuzzy’s eyes widened.

“Bloody hell!”

Quaraun whipped his Rainbow Wand from his sleeve and fired a blue beam. Ice crackled across the device, freezing it mid-countdown. GhoulSpawn gingerly nudged it with his hoof.

“Hey, it stopped!”

“Aye, but I’m not riskin’ it,” BoomFuzzy said. He picked up the frozen bomb and chucked it into the scrap heap.

Quaraun sighed and massaged his temples.

GhoulSpawn grinned sheepishly.

“At least it didn’t blow up?”

“It is early yet,” Quaraun replied darkly.

BoomFuzzy clapped his hands.

“A’right, back tae work! We need tae scavenge enough metal for Quaraun’s loom an’ a new transmission for the bus.”

Quaraun folded his arms, his jellyfish tentacles curling around his shoulders.

“I am not weaving silk on a loom constructed from recycled cyber-limbs.”

“Why not?”

“Because my silk is an art form, not a mechanical production line.”

“Ach, yar such a bloody diva.”

“I am refined.”

“Yer spoiled.”

“I am efficient.”

BoomFuzzy leaned over and kissed Quaraun’s nose.

Quaraun’s cheeks flushed pink.

GhoulSpawn rolled his eyes and picked up another scrap of metal.

  • +1 Can Prune Juice Added to Inventory
  • +1 Frozen Detonation Trigger Added to Inventory
  • Achievement Unlocked: Bomb Squad — Survived a countdown timer without exploding
  • Quaraun gained +3 Bowel Efficiency
  • BoomFuzzy gained +1 Self-Control (Didn’t Strangle GhoulSpawn)
  • GhoulSpawn gained +5 Luck (Survived Another Explosion)
  • Moral of the Story: Waste management and recycling are important — especially when the waste tries to kill you.


More Quaraun:

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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. đŸŒ¸đŸŚ„đŸŒ¸

  • 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

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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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