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| | {{Infobox Character | | {{Infobox Character |
| | | name = Fungal Queen | | | name = Fungal Queen |
| − | | series = TiTS
| + | | image = Fungal Myr Queen Spores (Shou).png |
| − | | image = Fungus Myr Queen (Shou).png | + | | caption = Infected Myr Queen’s bust, by Shou |
| − | | caption = Infected Myr Queen's bust, by Shou | |
| | | creator = Gardeford | | | creator = Gardeford |
| | | info-hdr = Information | | | info-hdr = Information |
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| | | nickname = | | | nickname = |
| | | alias = | | | alias = |
| − | | species = [[Codex:_Myr_Fungus|Myr Fungus]], [[Gold Myr]] | + | | species = [[Codex: Myr Fungus|Myr Fungus]]<br>[[Gold Myr]] |
| | | gender = Female | | | gender = Female |
| | + | | sex = Female |
| | | occupation = Hivemind | | | occupation = Hivemind |
| | | title = "Queen" | | | title = "Queen" |
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| | The Fungal Queen is a unique one-time encounter, found in the north-eastern portion of the [[Myrellion#Deep_Caverns|deep caverns]] on Myrellion. | | The Fungal Queen is a unique one-time encounter, found in the north-eastern portion of the [[Myrellion#Deep_Caverns|deep caverns]] on Myrellion. |
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| | === Appearance === | | === Appearance === |
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| | A cloud of spores moves, allowing you to see a little further ahead, and you tense at the sight they reveal. A female gold myr sits on a chair sized mushroom, surrounded by a tiny whirlwind of spores that pulse with vibrant colors. She bobs in time with the sounds, her eyes totally blank and staring at nothing as the fantastic colors reflect in them. Her hair is a shining gold, looking as if it were literally dipped in the metal instead of the average blond. | | A cloud of spores moves, allowing you to see a little further ahead, and you tense at the sight they reveal. A female gold myr sits on a chair sized mushroom, surrounded by a tiny whirlwind of spores that pulse with vibrant colors. She bobs in time with the sounds, her eyes totally blank and staring at nothing as the fantastic colors reflect in them. Her hair is a shining gold, looking as if it were literally dipped in the metal instead of the average blond. |
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| | === Interactions === | | === Interactions === |
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| | The Fungal Queen will ask for [[Captain Steele]]'s help upon encounter. Steele can choose to '''Accept''' her request or '''Abandon''' her and leave her to her fate. Additionally, Steele can '''Talk''' to her to find out more and/or suggest some '''Sexytime'''. | | The Fungal Queen will ask for [[Captain Steele]]'s help upon encounter. Steele can choose to '''Accept''' her request or '''Abandon''' her and leave her to her fate. Additionally, Steele can '''Talk''' to her to find out more and/or suggest some '''Sexytime'''. |
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| − | You ask the queenly mushroom about what exactly she is, and how she knows about what’s going to happen. She smiles sympathetically and nods in your direction.
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| − | “I thought you might ask for something like this. Some of my knowledge tells me that your races refer to my kind as ‘queens’. The myrmedion have queens, and our role is not much similar to the things they do. I don’t rule over anyone, and our species doesn’t have that kind of society,” she says, shifting around on her stalk. You ask her for a better comparison if that one is so inadequate. She thinks for a moment before responding.
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| − | “I am more like your race’s books and ‘data bases’. Anything that a spore I make learns or knows, I remember. When one of the myr is a host to my spores, I learn about her life, and everything that she knows. I have been particularly lucky in that one of my hosts was a high ranking military general. In the past one even became a queen. I obtained a wealth of information from that time, and recently I have gotten quite the variety of information about your races,” she says, choosing her words carefully. She speaks fondly of the memories she has gained, and you ask her how long her race has been parasitizing the myr. She looks uncomfortable, but continues.
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| − | “I do not like your choice of words, but it has been for a long time. If we were alive at the time of the myrmedion races’ conception then the memories of it have been either lost or taken. My own memories go back a number of hundreds of years. This is longer than any like me normally last, and why I must disperse with such haste. All of my memories are stored in these tiny spores. A bigger memory produces a bigger spore,” she says, weaving her free hand through the flutter of spores that whirl around her. You ask her what she would consider the fungus, if not parasitic.
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| − | “My memories of these words are all from your races. They tell the myrmedions that we are a harmful thing that should be removed with haste. Before this, those who hosted us were seen as rarities, sometimes shunned, but never treated wrongly. Now they are taken away, previous hosts are hounded on the streets, sometimes attacked after dark. Their own families report them to a company that your races brought here, and they are taken for studies. I don’t know what they mean by this, but nothing useful is being learned by the things they do, and the “participants” don’t come back. The doctors gave examples of terrible parasites from other planets to make the myrmedions afraid. We are not like that,” she asserts. Her tone is deadly serious.
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| − | “One of my hosts looked through an encyclopedia on what your races call the extranet. If anything we are more like symbiotes than harmful things. We gain our sustenance from things that are perfectly healthy for our hosts, and apart from that rough first patch of time, our hosts suffer no adverse side effects bar a slightly raised libido and some tough reintroduction if their spores are of opposite genders. The ones who host us specifically have a slightly tougher time, but that is why we disperse,” she says, looking sympathetically at the girl from whom she appears to be growing. You ask her what dispersal is, and why she needs it.
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| − | “When one of us has lived as long as I have the memories build up inside us, and eventually we must forget if we do not disperse. Dispersal takes a number of minutes, longer for every memory we contain. If it becomes bad enough I will need to split myself into two or three others. I only hope I can find enough hosts should that time come. In an emergency I can store memories in the mushrooms scattered in the caves, but they are such fragile things to entrust with important knowledge.”
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| − | “This one has graciously volunteered to be my next host,” she says with a motion to the gold myr. “The other is her sister, the product of an odd pairing. She came to visit her near to every day, and was glad to take her place for the next iteration. I would not make her do it twice, as they have been separated long enough,” she says, looking somehow relieved and saddened at the prospect. You thank her for telling you all that she has and think of something else you can do.
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| | ==== Sex ==== | | ==== Sex ==== |
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| | The Fungal Queen has the following sex scenes when choosing to engage in '''Sexytime''': | | The Fungal Queen has the following sex scenes when choosing to engage in '''Sexytime''': |
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| − | * <b>Breast Suckling</b> - Restores 50 HP and 200 energy. | + | * '''Breast Suckling''' - Restores 50 HP and 200 energy. |
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| − | You ask the fungal library if you can have some fun with her massive tits. She looks surprised for a moment and you ask why, as anyone would love to play with them.
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| − | “Are you sure? You might come out of it with something “bad”,” she says with a smile. She beckons for you to come closer, letting the flashing dress drop from her shoulders. The flowery petals that surround her nipples are a deep shade of purple, looking almost wet in the light. Curiously, you don’t see any nipples at their centers, just blackened holes.
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| − | “You might have to play with them a bit for the nipples to come out,” she says informatively. You step closer for a better position, being careful to avoid the legs of her myr host. The fungal queen’s breasts are free in the air before you, lining up perfectly with the curves of the rest of her upper body. You reach out and grasp them gently, one in each hand, and at once are nearly sucked into their spongy softness, your fingers almost swallowed whole by the marshmallowy masses.
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| − | Her breasts feel like memory gel, remaining indented for a few seconds when you pull your hands back, and gradually return to their original bouncy forms after each squeeze. You take them from the sides, letting your hands sink in an inch or two before kneading them forcefully and squishing them together. Suddenly, you hear a moan from somewhere you can’t quite detect.
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| − | “Physical contact lets you hear me directly,” she explains as you continue kneading her. Her voice sounds similar to the one that she had used through the myr, but a bit older sounding. The queen’s pleasurable noises continue to play out in your mind as you try to coax her nipples from their hiding places. Her soft hands cover yours, assisting in your ministrations.
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| − | After about a minute of massaging, you’re pleased to see two orange nipples pop out of the holes that they were hiding in. They aren’t very big in comparison to the tits they sit upon, but her flowery areolae more than make up for it. You tweak and pull on one of the titanic teats, pleased to see it squirt a small amount of clear liquid that splatters onto the sitting gold myr’s face. She licks her lips absentmindedly, cleaning herself up as best as she can.
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| − | You grin hungrily, lean into the nipple that remains free, and give it a gentle bite. The juice that covers and leaks from her nips is sweet, tasting a little like peaches, but more sugary. You have to drink it gradually because of the intensity, and she moans at each of your slow, mouth-filling draws. You continue to tug on her other bud, soaking the gold myr in sweet fluid as the juices squirt over every inch of her body that they can reach. Honeyed milk runs in small streams over her breasts.
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| − | “My boobs didn’t do this to start with, but after being attached to a number of golden myrmedions they began to leak sweet fluids. The girls all love to do this, so I’m pleased that it makes you happy as well,” she says as you suckle, pressing your face into the soft memory foam of her melons. The flower petals that make up her areola smell like freshly picked mushrooms, only making you feel hungrier as you drink.
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| − | “Hmm... There’s something different in your blood. Something smaller than my spores; I might be able to do something with this. This might feel a bit weird, but bear with me,” she says. You tense yourself in anticipation, but nothing comes for a number of seconds and you relax. The moment you do, however, a wave of pleasure courses through your body. You cum on the spot, your modest, nubby cock soaking your Atma Armor Mk. I with your cum. You try to gasp around her nipple, sucking an overwhelming amount of juice out of it in the process. Peachy milk spills from your cheeks and runs over your tight, firm pecs.
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| − | “Those machines make you compatible even though you aren’t myrmedion. I can make every nerve you have feel like those that respond to sex. It’s a little bit more crude than the connection I can form between myself and the myr, but I hope it still felt enjoyable to you” she says, patting you on the head.
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| − | You stand after you recover yourself, and she positions a number of spores above your head. The cluster turns to a watery substance, washing away the stickiness that covered you. Another cluster brushes you like a towel, sponging up the liquid till you’re completely dry. You smile, adjusting your (Armor/clothing), and think of something else to do.
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| | ==== Quests ==== | | ==== Quests ==== |
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| | The Fungal Queen has no related quests, but does offer a reward for fulfilling her request. | | The Fungal Queen has no related quests, but does offer a reward for fulfilling her request. |
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| − | (WARNING, fighting rouge robot without electric weapons or at this time where you can not level up beyond level 8 will result in a loss, do not even bother till Fen Fen makes it possible to level up to higher levels.)
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| − | <b>Requirements:</b>
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| − | * Choose to '''Accept''' the Fungal Queen's plea for help.
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| − | You tell the queen that you accept her terms, and will help her to fight the coming machine. She looks grateful, turning to the gold myr.
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| − | “Thank you. You help us more than you may know,” she says before her entire body begins to dissolve. The amount of spores in the room seems to double, thickly clouding the air and surrounding you like a tornado wherever you move. A similar barrier surrounds the gold myr and her sister, who now lies on the ground with a normal looking belly. From behind you comes an immense explosion, and you turn to find its source.
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| − | Flames wreath the corridor that leads to the cavern, and the mushrooms change from soothing blue to a panicked red strobe. A titanic construct walks through the fire on eight spidery legs, stopping at the door to stare at you. Its mechanical parts are covered in flashy plastic-looking tiles, but you can see a denser metal plating beneath them. A company label you don’t recognize is openly emblazoned on its shoulder, consisting of a number of erratic lightning bolts spreading from a thumbs up. A large flamethrower replaces a hand on one of its arms, while the other has a menacing diamond tipped pneumatic hammer. It notices you standing and releases what you assume is a prerecorded message.
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| − | “Innocent civilian. Move away from this area with haste. This Deconstruction Unit has been designated to purge all life in this section of the caves. If you stay, ERROR will hold no responsibility for your injuries,” it drones in a jovial voice. Afterwards it pauses, giving you time to leave. It’s too late for that now, so you ready your weapons and prepare to defend the queen’s ritual. The next time it talks it does so without the jovial warning tone.
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| − | “Brandishing weaponry against construction robots is a violation of U.G.C. property damage law, and this unit is authorized to engage in lethal self-defense. Engage and die,” it says, readying its tools to destroy you and your surroundings. The pilot flame of its arm bursts to life as a menacing addition to its statement. Suddenly a second voice joins in, apparently through a comm link attached to the machine.
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| − | “Sabine! Are you there?! Don’t worry, this thing’s gonna get you out of there. Your sister has some connections with these space-farers, though I never guessed it would be this easy to get something this big. They all think with their loins,” comes a womanly voice from atop the robot. You guess it must be a relation of one of the two myr girls, but luckily it doesn't seem she’s come in person. You have no reason to hold back.
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| − | <b>Resolution:</b>
| + | '''Requirements:''' |
| − | * Successfully defeat the [[Deconstruction_Unit|rogue robot]] in combat. | + | * Choose to '''Accept''' the Fungal Queen’s plea for help. |
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| | + | '''Resolution:''' |
| | + | * Successfully defeat the [[Deconstruction Unit|rogue robot]] in combat. |
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| − | <b>Rewards:</b>
| + | '''Rewards:''' |
| | * '''15000 [[credits]]''' for claiming the minerals. | | * '''15000 [[credits]]''' for claiming the minerals. |
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| − | | + | After completing this task, Steele will have saved the Fungal Queen and she will thank Steele and release the [[Red Myr]], Sabine. |
| − | After completing this task, Steele will have saved the Fungal Queen and she will thank Steele and release the [[Red_Myr|red myr]], Sabine. | |
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| | Accepting to help but failing to be victorious in the fight against the robot will result in a '''bad end'''. | | Accepting to help but failing to be victorious in the fight against the robot will result in a '''bad end'''. |
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