EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author

UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.


UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.

And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.

This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.

Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.

April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.

#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...

#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.

NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

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City of The Slushies | Chapter 10 | Quaraun The Insane
(The PortCon Maine 2017 Inspired Novel)

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City of The Slushies | Chapter 10 | Quaraun The Insane 
(The PortCon Maine 2017 Inspired Novel)

"What are ya two doing?" Unicorn snarled as he walked into the room.

GhoulSpawn let out a frightened yelp and pushed away from Quaraun.

Quaraun was laying on his back, naked except for his jewelry, with GhoulSpawn on top of him, still wearing his clothes, but open down the front and nearly naked him self. Both Elves were fully erect and not far from cumming on each other.

"We wasn't..." GhoulSpawn said.

"Ya were, do not lie to me. Ya cock is na lying to me."

GhoulSpawn glanced down at his naked penis and quickly closed his robes. He wasn't sure what to do next. He had not yet gotten off of Quaraun and was now sitting, straddling the Moon's thighs.

Quaraun craned his head back to look at Unicorn, who was standing over him, looking down at him. Quaraun made no attempt to hide what he'd been doing, nor did he try to cover himself, in fact with Unicorn angry he was now even more aroused.

"Want to try to explain how ya come to be cumming on me Elf?"

"Uhm," GhoulSpawn tried to think of an answer. "He was... uhm... showing me.. his... his jewelry."

Unicorn looked down at Quaraun's pierced foreskin, then his pierced nipples.

"I can see t'at. Suppose t'at explains why ya was squeezing his nipples when I walked in here, t'an, eh?"

"Uhm... I..."

"Stop trying to t'ink up excusses, Ghouly. Ya can'na t'ink straight when all ya blood in ya cock instead o ya brain. Ya was about to fuck me Elf un ya knows it. Why can ya no just admit t'at?"

BoomFuzzy the Unicorn CosPlay

"Because I wasn't... I didn't... we weren't... I..."

"Quaraun? Can ya find words to explain t'is better Ghouly?"

Quaraun started giggling. He tried not to laugh at first, but he couldn't hold it back and soon was laughing uncontrolably.

Unicorn waited a few moments but it became aparent that Quaraun had lost control of his senses and wasn't going to stop laughing any time soon. He glared accusingly at GhoulSpawn.

"Ya gave him one a t'ose sugar cubes again, didntcha?"

"I... uhm... yeah. I did. But not so I could do... uhm... this. This was... this... uhm... was an accident."

"Ah! I see. Ya accidentally drugged me Elf, stripped him naked, un climbed on top o him half naked yarself, eh?"

"Uhm... Yeah. Basically. I'll go with that."

"What de matter, ya run out of sheep?"

"No, I have plenty of sheep. A dozen in every pocket..."

"Un a hundred pockets in every coat. I know. Un that still dose na stops ya from trying to fuck me Elf every chance ya can get."

"I wasn't trying to..."

"I can'na leave de two of ya alone together for five minutes..."

"You were gone ver an hour. He was complaining he hurt. I gave him...."

"Ya gave him LSD sos ya could fuck him un him not remember it after."

"That's not why I..."

"Can ya explains why every time I turn me back on ya, ya two ends up naked un on top of each other?"

"No... I've stopped trying to explain it."

"Ghouly, ya know t'is is why I does no likes having yar around, right?"

"I know."

"Ya can'na stop falling in bed with me Elf."

"I didn't intend to. Not this time. I realy didn't."


"No. He's rather persistent when he's horny. He's kind of, uhm..."

"A slut?"


"I knows t'at. He be as quick to t'row his cloths of for yo as him is for me. Him cock slut."

Quaraun had stopped laughing and arched his hips up, intentionally pressing hard against GhoulSpawn's dick. The Demon moaned and nearly fell over.

"I t'inks ya need to jerk yarself off, Ghouly. T'at gonna get painful, ya keep holding it back." Unicorn sat down on the floor beside them. "Of course, I could just sit here un watch ya suffer, seeing hosws I know ya will no let yarself cum in front of me."

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Unicorn looked Quaraun in the eye.

"How ya feeling?"

"Join us?" Quaraun asked.

"Join ya? Aye."

Unicorn looked back at GhoulSpawn. The Demon had slid off of Quaraun, and was now sitting on his hands and knees with his eyes closed.

"Ya okay over there, Ghouly?"

"Would you be?" GhoulSpawn said through gritted teeth.

"Could get ya an ice cold blue raspberry slushie for them boiling hot blue balls of yars, eh?"

"How thoughtful of you," GhoulSpawn groaned and then lay down on the floor.

"Ha ha! I should put a cage on both of ya. Would solve de problem."

Quaraun began humming, while rubbing his fingers over his hard nipples.

Unicorn looked back down at Quaraun.

"How high is ya?"

"High," Quaraun said, pointing up to the ceiling. He pushed himself up on his elbows. "Ghouly never saw the butterflies before."

Unicorn looked at Quaraun's nipples. He was wearing his silver nipple rings, with the pink crystal butterfly pendent drops.

"In ya nipples?"

"Where else?"


"I don't hurt any more," Quaraun continued. "Ghouly's right. LSD works good for that."

Unicorn started laughing.

"Ya should takes some of ya own candy, Ghouly. Help ease t'ose aching balls of yars."

"Shut up and leave me alone," GhoulSpawn said without opening his eyes or moving.

"You two could fuck me at once," Quaraun said as he sat up straight and moved into a lotus position. 

Quaraun CosPlay

(Yes, this dress, is the one described on this page - I really am a size 14, this really is 2 size 10 dresses that were sewn together after I put them on.)

(Watch for the GhoulSpawn CosPlay to debut at PortCon 2018 - Being made now)

"Yis not out as much as before when Ghoully gave ya thems sugar cubes."

"He gave me a whole hand ful of them before, didn' tell me what they were. I thought they were candy, so I ate all of them last time. I know not to do that now. I only took one this time and it's been a while, so I'm not quite as tipsy as I was an hour ago. And he wasn't lying. I was showing him my jewelry, and he did fall over on me, though, his being half naked, that was me. I kind of pulled his clothes off then wouldn't let him get back up. He really wasn't trying to fuck me."

Quaraun's hand absently wandered to his penis rings as he spoke. The Elf caressed his dick, letting the rings rub against the sensitive skin. The pink butterfly pendents on his penis rings, matched the ones in his nipples. His other hand slowly slid up to his nipple.

"Yis a honry lil Elf, today, ain't ya?"


"Un high enough to be sitting here fully naked in front of us."

"I'm not naked."

"Ya ain't?"

"No. I'm wearing my butterflies."

"Dey ain't covering much."

"I think I'm well enough to go back to looking for a way out of here."

"Ya gonna put some clothes on first?"

"Do I need to?"

Unicorn smirked, trying not to laugh, as he realized Quaraun was too high to be fully aware of his present nakedness.

"Iffy I let's ya go around town wearing nothing but ya butterflies, ya'll be screaming hissy fits at me once Ghouly's pink sugar pills wears off ya brain."


It was several hours before Quaraun was better aware of his surroundings.

"Yis dressed again," Unicorn said

"Why were you letting me walk around naked?" Quaraun yelled at the Phooka.

"Ye was being rather persistent on ya refusal to wear clothes."

"I hate being naked."

"I know. It how I knews ya were out o yar head."

"Did you even try to get me to put my clothes back on?"

"I kept ya from going out side un wandering around in public."

"You didn't even try to get me dressed did you?"

"Yis a beautiful Elf. If ya wants to t'row ya clothes off un prance around naked in front o me, I ain't gonna stop ya."

"How long have I been naked?"

"Does ya remember anyt'ing what happened?"

Quaraun stopped and thought. Then shook his head.

"No. Did somet'ing happen?"

"I not sure. Ya tell me."

"What did I do?"

Unicorn grinned, as he pointed to GhoulSpawn, who was sitting on the opposite side of the room, glumly staring at the wall.

"Ye werent de only naked Elf running around here," Unicorn added.

Quaraun stared at GhoulSpawn.

"What did we do?"

"I left to see iffy I could find an herbalist un get ya some opium. I come back to find ya naked, high, and about to be fucked by our resident Chaos Demon. He says he was'na gonna fuck ya. Claims ya accosted him, tore his clothes off after tearing yar own off. Ya might of, in de state ya was in, but even iffy ya did, him was no trying to get away un was enjoying every minute of ya naked dicks rubbing together."

"Our naked dicks?" Quaraun turned to GhoulSpawn, "Did we do something?"

"He interupted us before we did," GhoulSpawn answered.

"Aye, un Ghouly kinda pissed at me for it too. It why him over dere pouting."

"Would we have, had he not interrupted?"

"I... I don't know. Yeah. Probably."

"Ya then wanted to be doubled fucked by de both of us at once."

"I did?"

"Aye. Ya asked for it."

"I actually do want that," Quaraun said quietly.

"Does ya?"


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Quaraun looked down at the floor. He knew his desires for GhoulSpawn upset Unicorn. He loved Unicorn. He lusted for GhoulSpawn. He would liked to have had them both, but Unicorn and GhoulSpawn did not like each other and were barely able to be in the same room together without fighting.

"I wish you two wouldn't fight," Quaraun said as he went back to putting on his many layers of dresses.

He was attempting to put on two dresses that did not fit him. Neither was a dress he had sewn, and both of the two filmy 1990s prom mermaid skirted slip dresses were extremely out of fashion for the 1400s. Quaraun had acquired the two dresses at a yard sale in the 20th century, during one of their portal trips to the future. He had finally gotten the dresses on, but had ripped out the zippers and seams to do so, and was at that moment, busy with needle and thread and sewing the two dresses together.

"How ya gonna gets back out of dat?" Unicorn asked as he watched Quaraun sewing himself into the now single dress, made out of two dresses.

"I'll have to rip out the seams."

"Un resew yarself into it every time ya puts it on?"


"Why are wearing that?" GhoulSpawn asked.

Quaraun looked down at his clothes, confused.

"Wearing what?"

"Two dresses at the same time, one arm in one sleeve of each. Why are you wearing two dresses at once like that?"

"Neither one fits me."

"Then why are you wearing them?"

"They look good on me."

"Quaraun... you... why?"

"Why what?"

Quaraun had two pink dresses on. Both nearly identical shade of pastel bubblegum pink. One embroidered with blue and orange jellyfish, the other beaded with purple hearts. Both dresses were a size 10 and he wore a size 14. He had ripped the side zippers out of each dress. cut the side seam on the other side of each, nearly to the top, ripped one sleeve off of each, then put on one over the other, so that the bodices criss crossed in the front,with the actual front of each dress, going under his arms, leaving one bra triangle covering his breast, the other covering his shoulder blade. If you had not seen him put the two dresses on, you had no way to tell that it was two separate dresses or that it was not supposed to look this way. Quaraun, being a tailor, knew how to sew the two dresses together in such a way that there was no way to tell it had once been two dresses.

"Can ya even breath?" Unicorn asked.

"It's not as tight as my corsets are."

Quaraun pulled a full length mirror out of his bag of holding, so he could see the back of the dress.

"Ya ain't gonna be able to walk."

"I'll manage."

The resulting dress, now that he was finished altering the two, was a skin tight sheath, clinging so tight to his knees that it effectively hobbled his ability to walk. From the knees to the floor however, the dress turned to a huge pouf of pink tulle, that dragged along behind in a bridal gown style train. He tried walking.

"We walk slow," Quaraun said, realizing how difficult it was going to be to take big steps in this dress.

He put away his mirror and sewing supplies, and set about to covering the dress with layers of furasiode kimono.

"Ya know, I does na understands why ya go t'ough all the trouble of putting on ya fancy dresses, just to cover them wid robes like that."

"What do you mean?"

"No one can see the dress, now that ya gone an covered it."

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"No one can see my butterflies either, but I still wear them. It's not about other people seeing me. I like wearing this. I wear it if no one ever sees me at all."

"But why?"

"It makes me feel pretty."

Quaraun tossed on his riffled lace jacket and pink feather boas.

"Ya is pretty even without dem."

"I know. This body is beautiful, but it's still the body of an Elf. I miss my Jelly body. When I swam free in the ocean, I had lots of pink ruffles. I had the most beautiful tentacles of any jelly. And now they are hidden away forever, inside the body of an Elf. Never to be seen again."

"So you trying to dress de Elf up to look like a pink Jellyfish?"

"In essence, yes."

Quaraun finished dressing.

"We need to find a way out of this world," he said. "I don't think Bazooloo is gonna tell us anything. I don't think he knows anything. I think he's as trapped here as we are."

Quaraun looked at GhoulSpawn.

"You haven't been out and meet any of the Slushians yet have you?"

"Me? Nope. I've just been here."

"They're gonna hate you. Boy are they gonna hate you."


"You have neon, glow in the dark florescent yellow hair. You are wearing orange robes. And you are wearing a green coat. Blasphemy on so many levels."

"What are you talking about?"

"They've got some sort of a colour based cult going on here. The worshipers of Red Cherry Slushies all wear red and nothing but red. Live in red houses. Have all red furniture. Only grow red flowers. Only eat red food. And so on. No one mixes colours. You'd be a multi-denominational worshiper of Lemon-Lime-Orange Slushies by their standards."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I'm shunned by all by Bubblegum Slushie devotees, because I wear pink."

"And him?" GhoulSpawn pointed to Unicorn.

"I is evil, black demon," Unicorn stated. "I here to disrupt all that is good and sacred."


"They don't have a concept of the colour black," Quaraun explained. "All his clothes are black. There are two trains of thought. Some say he's the Chosen One, some sort of savior who's coming was foretold. He's going to bring with him the Sacred 9th Flavour. The rest say he's the evil one, come to bring about the end of the world."

"So, we are in a city of religion crazed lunatics?"

"Pretty much."

"Greeeeaaaat. Just what I always wanted."



Quaraun nodded. He liked it when he understood that someone was being sarcastic. He couldn't often tell with most people, but with Unicorn and GhoulSpawn he had figured out their voices changed when they were being sarcastic.