Board Thread:Fan-made Monsters/@comment-26517142-20190414035249

''Well. I didn't expect she'd turn out.... mortifying. Here's me hoping she'll.... not haunt your dreams. Check the realm known as the Naether and find out where she's from. Time for another SCP entry. ''



Matrona

Species : Magic Material x Slime

Family : Magic Material x Slime

Habitat: Quitonne LVL C

Diet:  Mana of human men, warmth

Common Statement: Come on. Don't be shy. Here's some milk for you ~

Jeiel's Comment: Okay. One part of me says she's huggable. Another part of me says I should scoot and scatter. I choose Option B. She's.... too un-comfy to look at. Also, DON'T DRINK THE MILK.

A type of Slime that is housed in the walls of the research and containment facility Quitonne, deep in the treacherous Naether realm. Its original appearance was said to be a blob of indiscernible flesh from a Carniscula, a Naether Mamono famous for its multitudinous chimaeric traits. Bearing no humanity or identity in it, the blob was destined to rot over time - but then Miasma and Demonic Energy filled it with longing. The infinite lonelinese left it brimming with desire for affection and love from other beings, and so it developed maternal instinct and turned into a Mamono that embodies such a characteristic.

Compared to a vast majority of the Slime species, the Matrona or Mother Blob is distinct for being docile; she often carries a peaceful expression that doesn't change even though she is upset or subjected to pain. Her gell body is compact and thicker in appearance; it doesn't break under pressure or mix with other liquids when submerged in them. Also, she doesn't change the shape of her slime body unless necessary - but her lower areas (which compromises of nearly 85% of her slime) will expand far and wide to cover a room, allowing her to claim it as her own territory.

Matronas are stationary beings; they don't move, nor do they think moving away from one's territory is a necessity. This does make sense for them, though; their lower halves are often so thick and heavy that it becomes a chore for them to drag the said part around. Within their territory, they laze about, ignoring the passage of time and the worries of the world. They wait for the "warmth" to come to them.

Although they look like peaceable beings, these Mamonos are still Naetherkin. They actually have nightmarish charm that places any nearby being within a radius of their territory into a submissive state. If it is an animal that comes within reach, they will snuggle close to the Matrona while she begins to siphon out the warmth in the animal's body as invisible threads of heat and energy. Through this the Matrona is continually nourished, while the charmed animal will remain as "food" for an eternity, her Miasmic influence keeping it alive. It is of no surprise why sometimes, Matronas are called 'living bestiaries' since a multitude of animals snuggle contentedly around them (all acting as the Slime’s source of food).

For Mamono and men, on the other hand, it’s a different story. The charm the Matronas possess will draw the beings closer to their reach. Once within range they grab the individuals and force their hands into the mouth, the fingers turning into what appears to be depositories of their unique ‘milk’ (to the unintelligible, they turn into small ‘teats’). This milk is queer for a reason- the milk is made from their own Slime and liquid Miasma. Although it looks suspiciously like normal milk, it is quickly able to sway the mind to the Matrona’s favor.

Drinking two glasses’ worth of milk from the Slime renders any victim unable to move or escape the Matrona. Their mentality will start to drift, losing any attachment to their present lives as they begin to regress into a childish state. They will become helplessly drawn to the Matrona’s presence, her milk, and her ‘warmth’ that only they, her “children” can feel.

Female beings become perpetually helpless as they latch onto the Matrona, constantly asking for milk and love from her, their new ‘mother’. Towards human males, not only is his will and senses seized, but also his mind. He will be gripped by the thought of ‘motherly love’ which nearly borders to the extent of Oedipus complex. While he would demand milk from her continuously (especially from her chest, which is said to hold the more powerful mental effects of her milk), the only idea etched in his head is loving his newfound ‘mother’ forever. He will bond with the Matrona, his semen mixing into her after sex and invigorating her as she feeds him milk from her breasts.

Sometimes, men and Mamono manage to escape the grasp of the Matrona. They might try to leave, but the taste of the Slime’s milk on their lips never leaves them. After days of brooding, they will be drawn back to her (no matter how much the distance has set between them and the Mamono), desiring the love only the Matrona can give, so they think. It even goes as far as them ignoring all other show of affection -and food- towards them as they claim that it ‘isn’t good enough’.

Families formed by Matronas will be, as the Matronas ensure of it, a tightly-fit unit. Apart from the husband (the Matrona treats their mate like a baby) constantly locked into sex with her daily, she will have the man ‘show affection to her sisters’, which pertains to the women and Mamonos the Matrona had managed to snare in her grasp (thus, any man who mated with this Slime will already have his own harem). There will be no argument or negativity – the Matrona’s Miasmic influence and the milk she feeds to her ‘children’ will keep them happy and carefree, and in that same place time and worldly worries will leave their heads. Taking in warmth and Spiritual Energy, the Matrona will shape out a child that she will care for a month, and then the younger Matrona will most likely wander for a while, eventually settling on an area near her mother’s to start her own ‘family’.

Due to their ability to debilitate a huge number of individuals – or even a nation, if given a chance – these Mamonos have been kept into the dark, bound in the many cells of Quitonne. Still, a number of them may exist in the empty expanse of land in the Naether, known only as the Badlands.

''Done ! Hope you guys see this one as.... acceptable. But well... can't blame you if she creeps ya off. Ja ne ! Next is SHY GUY! XD'' 