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🌸🦄🌸 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.
The ghost drifted silently along the misty shores of the spectral realm. A strange, unsettling quiet stretched across the expanse. Wisps of translucent fog hung in the air, glowing faintly with hues of emerald and violet.
Beneath him, smooth, wet stones gleamed with ethereal light.
The waves rolled endlessly toward the shore, soundless but deliberate.
Quaraun, once a Moon Elf bound to the physical world, now existed here, free of pain, body weightless, his spirit untethered.
His hands no longer crippled.
His leg no longer lame.
His scars vanished, no blemish on his skin.
Gone were his resplendent pink robes, the rich silks and tactile sensations of his earthly life.
Gone was his cane.
Gone were his mechanical prosthetic hands.
He no longer needed them.
Yet, his twelve foot long silver hair still trailed behind him, a ghostly echo of the jellyfish tentacles it had once been. It floated in the eerie wind, not quite alive, but not entirely dead either.
This realm was strange.
Familiar, yet utterly alien.
Here, time twisted on itself, and space held no boundary.
He wasn’t frightened.
Not anymore.
He simply… wandered.
Quaraun found peace in solitude.
For what felt like eons, he drifted alone, his senses dulled but comforted by the tranquil expanse.
No more responsibilities, no more expectations.
He existed here, a spectre in a forgotten corner of the afterlife, contemplating fragments of life that barely lingered.
Snippets of faces, faint tastes of absinthe, the distant scent of BoomFuzzy’s food. GhoulSpawn’s laughter, soft and faraway.
Their absence tugged at him, but not harshly.
Just enough to be noticed.
The afterlife felt more a dream than reality.
And in dreams, one drifts.
The beach lay before him, shimmering in every colour, as polished sea glass glistened wet in the sun. He followed the curve of the shoreline, his spectral form casting no shadow on the glowing sand. His feet not walking, as he hovered inches above the ground, drifting as his thoughts propelled him forward, in a gentle, graceful cerulean breeze.
As he approached an arching pathway, carved from pearly white rocks older than memory, a gathering of spirits came into view. They hovered just ahead — otherworldly beings, shimmering with unique auras.
No two alike. Yet none stood out as different.
Their transparent bodies flickered with light, pulsating in rhythm with some unseen force.
Quaraun paused at the edge of the group, observing quietly.
They did not seem to notice his presence at first.
But soon enough, one turned to him, its eyes hollow voids of deep knowledge, and gave a slow nod of acknowledgement.
Conversations murmured between these spirits, some lost in quiet reflection, others speaking in a language both ancient and new.
The topics varied wildly, though each was steeped in curious whispers of forgotten lore, obscure events, the rise and fall of long-dead empires.
One ethereal being, barely more than a shimmer of light, told of lands sunken beneath the sea, the true fate of an island engulfed in flames long before it vanished from living memory.
Another spoke of the first magicians, whose spells knitted the very fabric of reality but were now lost to mortal history.
Quaraun listened, intrigued.
Here, in death, knowledge did not fade.
It endured.
Here in the afterlife, everything still existed, but in a tranquil peace.
Quaraun floated closer, drawn by their words.
The more they spoke, the more captivated he became.
These were secrets, truths untold in the living realm. Yet here they swirled, pieces of a grand puzzle, unclaimed and unguarded.
For the first time since drifting to this place, Quaraun felt a spark of curiosity stir within him.
What else did the afterlife conceal?
A ripple of energy passed through the gathering, causing the spirits to turn as one, in unison, toward the far end of the shore.
An imposing figure stood there, taller than the rest, robed in layers of ancient cloth that shimmered with every imaginable hue. He moved gracefully, without sound, and as he approached, the others bowed slightly, reverence etched in their movements.
The Lorekeeper.
Though he had never seen or heard of him before, Quaraun knew of him instinctively, and knew without being told, this was his name, as though the title itself carried power, weaving through the very essence of this spectral plane.
The Lorekeeper’s aura thrummed with an unimaginable depth of knowledge, knowledge that transcended time and existence. His eyes, though hollow, gleamed with endless stories.
“You wish to know,” the Lorekeeper whispered, though the sound was more felt than heard.
“I do,” Quaraun’s mind responded without hesitation, without using his mouth, his voice a faint echo of its former self. “Tell me… what truths do you hold?”
The Lorekeeper inclined his head and beckoned Quaraun to follow him to the edge of the gathering.
As they drifted away from the others, the spectral world stretched out in surreal distortion.
The ethereal sky bled into the shimmering ocean, and the stars hung low, like pearls waiting to be plucked.
For what felt like lifetimes, the Lorekeeper shared his secrets. He spoke of events from forgotten eras, of inventions long buried beneath ruins, of people whose names had been lost to time. He told of realms beyond the mortal plane, of other worlds, unseen by the living but tethered to their own by invisible threads.
Quaraun absorbed every word, every fragment, every story.
“This knowledge,” the Lorekeeper said, voice low. “It is yours now. Carry it with you. It is part of the tapestry that binds all existence.”
Quaraun nodded, feeling a strange sense of fulfilment swell within him. The afterlife was not just a place of endless drifting, but of purpose, of preservation.
Here, the forgotten became eternal.
And in that eternity, he found a new reason to exist.
He would not simply drift aimlessly anymore.
He would be a vessel for this knowledge, ensuring that it echoed through the ages, even if only in the silence of this spectral shore.
But just as the realization solidified, the ethereal world flickered.
The Lorekeeper’s form wavered, and the soft glow of the realm dimmed.
A ripple passed through the air, jarring Quaraun from his thoughts.
Darkness.
And then…
His heart raced, breath coming fast, his eyes snapping open.
Cold sweat clung to his skin.
He lay in bed, the familiar warmth of BoomFuzzy beside him, GhoulSpawn on the other side. Warm fur pelts wrapped around the three of them.
The sound of the ocean crashing against the rocky shore of Noodle Beach echoed outside the Black Tower Lighthouse.
Quaraun swallowed, trembling, his pulse still frantic from the vividness of the dream. His gold-plated prosthetic hands fumbled to touch the solid bodies beside him.
Real.
They were real.
The dream wasn’t.
He hadn’t died.
But still, he wondered, as he snuggled back between them and clutched BoomFuzzy close.
What meaning had the dream held?
Was is a dream at all?
Had Quaraun died and returned?
Today’s story used the following writing prompt:
This story came about weirdly. A writing prompt was not used, and yet, a writing prompt was used sort of.
I’ll explain.
It is 4AM and I have just gotten up for the day. The sun is not yet up, I was still tired, I decided, before I get started with my day, why don’t I check my “For You” tab on Medium and see, what I can find to read why I wait to “fully wake up.” The top story is linked below.
For some odd reason, while reading this story my mind sparked with the idea to write the Quaraun story you just read.
Here is the article which was inspiration for this story:
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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. 🌸🦄🌸
What is the 500 Drabble/Story Challenge?
Here are all my updates on how this challenge is going:
The 500 Drabble Challenge
Info about the Challenge & An Index of my personal entries.medium.com
$3 PER read?!?
A random look at September stats.medium.com
334 of 500 drabbles in 27 days
The 500 Drabble challenge update.medium.com
Links To The Quaraun Stories Can Be Found Listed Here These Stories are cross published on: You can find even more about Quaraun novels, novellas, novelettes, short stories, poems and drabbles at these locations: | Amazon AC1 | Amazon AC2 | Blogger | DeviantArt | FB Profile | FB Page | FB Short Story Writers Group | FictionPress | Google Business | Google Developers | Gravatar | GumRoad | Instagram | Itch.io | LinkedIn | Medium | Myspace | NexusMods | Notd | OnlyFans | PayPal | Pinterest | Quora | Reddit 1 | Reddit 2 | Spoonflower | Steam | TikTok | Tumblr | Twitch | Twitter-X | Vocal | YouTube | Zazzle | Google+ |
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Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad
On Medium:
An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium
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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
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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