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đ¸đŚđ¸ 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 itâs Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Courtâs Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. đ¸đŚđ¸
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 itâs 50th, yes FIFTYITH! anniversary since the publication of itâs very first story (Friends Are Forever) on September 23, 2028!
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane â 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 Quaraunâs 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 Quaraunâs 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:â
-âIMAGE 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.â
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.
-âIMAGE 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.
â-âArt by Wendy Christine Allen.â
-âNot 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.
The fishmongers had gathered in the market square before dawn, fires lit against the sea wind, clam shells and crab claws scattered on wet stone. By the time Quaraun arrived with his cane and his wagon, the square already smelled of brine and herring guts.
The Pink Necromancer moved slow, silk trailing in the mud, a chain of pink ribbons dragging behind him like jellyfish tendrils washed up on the beach. He leaned on the cane, muttering to himself, his twelve foot long jellyfish tentacle hair lashing about, alive with its own temper.
BoomFuzzyâs food truck rattled to a stop beside him. Steam hissed from the vents. The blind little Faerie climbed down, cursing about potholes, and went straight to arguing with the Goblin sous chefs over lobster rolls. Quaraun ignored him. He had other business this morning.
He carried only a box of rocks. Round, ordinary, sea-polished stones, grey and brown, damp from the tide pools. He set them on the edge of his silk-draped stall, beside skeins of pink thread and jars of rosewater. Then, with meticulous patience, he tied each rock in a net of knotted silk cords, dangling them from chains.
He painted a sign. The letters, spidery and crooked, read:
WEATHER FORECASTING STONE
And below that, a list:
By the time the fishmongers noticed, Quaraun had several hanging stones swaying from his silk awning.
âWhat is this foolish thing?â a man asked. He was broad, sea-burnt, with rope burns across his hands.
âIt is weather forecasting stone,â Quaraun said, his voice flat, deliberate. His accent broke the words, slow and careful.
âA what?â
âA weather forecasting stone.â
âWhatâs it do?â
âYou look at the stone. Stone tell you weather. Very precise. Very accurate.â
The fisherman scowled.
âIt is only a rock.â
âA very clever rock.â
The man laughed and walked away. But others stopped. Curiosity always did.
A woman with a basket of clams studied the sign, lips pursed.
âIt works?â
âOf course it works.â Quaraun touched the stone like it was holy. âSee. It is wet. That means rain. Look at clouds.â He pointed his cane at the thick grey rolling over the sea cliffs. âSee? It foretells a storm is rising.â
The woman tilted her head, then nodded.
âAye. Heâs right. Yo! Bubba! Come look at what the Faeries are selling!â
âI am an Elf,â Quaraun corrected, but the woman was not listening.
Another fisherman leaned in, squinting.
âAnd if it be white?â
âThen it is snow.â
âIt never snows here.â
âThen stone will never be white.â Quaraun adjusted the pink silk net with obsessive precision. âThat is how you know it works. If it were white in a place with no snow, it would be malfunctioning.â
The fisherman rubbed his chin, uncertain if he was being mocked. But the stone swung in the wind, and the fisherman laughed.
âWindy, eh?â
âThe stone is right again.â
By midday, people crowded around the stall. Children pointed at the sign. Old men chuckled. Women whispered. Some bought stones. Some bought silk cords to hang their own stones at home. A sailor bought three, swearing they would be lucky for the voyage.
BoomFuzzy wandered over at last, a lobster roll in hand, chewing loudly. He leaned against the counter, goggles glinting, purple kilt hiked up many inches too high to be descant, and snorted.
âWhit the hellâs this shite?â
âForecasting stones,â Quaraun answered. He adjusted the placement of a chain, making sure the rock dangled perfectly straight. âThey tell weather.â
âTheyâre fuckinâ rocks.â
âYes.â
âAnd yeâre sellinâ them to de gobshites?â
âYes.â
âFer how much?â
âThree silver.â
BoomFuzzy nearly choked on the lobster roll, laughing.
âThree silver fer a bloody pebble ya stole off their own bleeding beach?â
âNot pebble.â Quaraunâs tone sharpened. âForecasting stone.â
BoomFuzzy slapped the counter.
âMe lilâ daft wee JellyElf. Yer a sly bugger. Folk fallinâ fer it?â
âThey buy.â
The Faerie king shook his head, grinning.
âAye, âcourse they dae. Mortalsâll buy shite in a sack if ye say it cures piles.â He leaned close, voice dropping, rough and fond. âYer a right sneaky charlatan, JellyBrains. Sell âem their own fuckinâ stones. Clever. Makes me horny thinking bout it.â
âEverything makes you horny.â
âAye, âspecially ya pretty arse.â
Quaraun ignored the mockery. He adjusted another chain, then smoothed his resplendant pink silk sleeves. Customers waited. He sold another two stones. Then another. By late afternoon, the box was empty.
When the last stone was gone, he packed up, meticulous as always. Every pink silk ribbon folded, every jar aligned. The stall bare except for the painted sign.
âYe made a fine bit oâ coin fer no work at all,â BoomFuzzy said, counting the clinking silver.
âIt was work.â
âPicking up rocks?â
âTying nets.â
BoomFuzzy chuckled and kissed his cheek, leaving the taste of gingerbread and clams.
âAye. Best merchant in the UnSeelie Court. Ye sell anythinâ if ye wrap it in silk.â
âPink silk.â
âAye. Pink as fuck.â
âTussar.â
Quaraun leaned on his cane, silent, watching the fishermen argue about who had the best forecasting stone. Some claimed theirs swayed better in the wind. Others swore the sheen of salt water meant storms sooner. Already disputes rose, and Quaraun listened with faint satisfaction.
Later, as the tide came in and the market broke apart, Quaraun and BoomFuzzy walked the muddy road back toward the cliffs.
âYa know, Loveâ BoomFuzzy said, his voice thick with mischief. âIf ye tied a bell tae one oâ them stones, ye could tell folk it warns oâ lightning.â
Quaraun thought about it.
âYes. I can do that.â
âAnd if ye painted âem different colours, ye could charge more. Rare rainbow forecasting stone.â
âYes. I can do that.â
The Phooka laughed again, deep and fond.
âYer a wicked elf. Come on, Plumkins. Letâs get ye home âfore the storm hits. Forecastinâ stone says itâs raininâ.â
It was. The stones were wet. And the Pink Necromancer, sly little charlatan that he was, smiled to himself, already planning the next batch.
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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
đ¸đŚđ¸ 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 itâs Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Courtâs Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. đ¸đŚđ¸
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