Anima Insecti

The voice, the voice again. She couldn't tell whether it was male or female. It just was. It spoke to her, speaking so soft and sweet in its alien tongue, and she didn't know whether to be scared or comforted. Could one be both?

The more it spoke, the hotter she felt. The words felt like warm digits of fire crawling all over her. It was odd. It was...arousing.

She couldn't see her body in this dark dream, but she could feel it, and she felt herself bucking frantically into the touch as it wormed down between her hindlegs. Yes. Yes. Yesyesyes! Yes! Don't stop!

"KQE!" Twilight shouted, awaking to her body climaxing and making a mess of her sheets. She writhed and thrashed about, moaning and huffing, undergoing the strongest orgasm she'd ever felt in her life. It just seemed to keep on going, and she feared she was going to pass out, but eventually it let go of her and she collapsed, all weak and limp in her bed.

"What...what the buck was that..." She whispered, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, slowly catching her breath. It was that wretched voice again. The one that filled her with dread, with unease, with terror...and now, apparently, desire. She was stuck with it, just as she was stuck with the book. That awful, awful book. That awful book she now found herself cradling against her chest like it was the most precious thing in the world. When she realized what she was doing, she gasped in horror and threw it across the room, letting it skitter across the floor. "Y-you...you stay away from me!" Twilight shouted at the book, pointing a hoof at it as menacingly as she could. She had no knowledge of bringing it to bed with her. Indeed, as far as she could recall, she had locked it away, well out of sight.

And yet here it was, in her bedroom. Had the book somehow teleported itself? Or...or an equally unsettling thought: had she unknowingly brought it to her bedroom? Twilight searched frantically through her recollections, and found nothing. Something strange was going on here, and she didn't like it one bit. Reading the book had obviously released some sort of entity, and it was intent on getting...something from her. What exactly that was, she still couldn't say.

Feeling utterly defiled, she leapt off her bed and strode quickly out of her bedroom, pretending as if that book wasn't lying there, as if it didn't exist. She made her way to the kitchen and, standing in the moonlight, put on the kettle. A cup of chamomile sounded good right about now. Yes, some nice relaxing herbal tea was definitely in order.

As Twilight stood there, staring at the chrome-plated kettle, she noticed something odd in her distorted reflection. At first she thought it might just be the way everything was stretched by the curvature of the metal, but then she moved her tongue and prodded her...fangs.

"Oh Celestia no!" She frantically backpedalled away from the kettle and crashed into the table behind her. She felt with her tongue again, and they were definitely there. Fangs. Aside from certain hybrid young, ponies didn't have fangs. But now, somehow, she did. The fear and dread came back in full measure. "Please let this be a dream, please let this be a dream, please-"

"Twilight?" Spike asked sleepily, stepping into the kitchen and yawning. "What's the m...oh. OH." Suddenly he was wide awake, staring at his big sister, seeing the alicorn sporting two very obvious fangs on either side of her muzzle. "That explains the shouting."

"Sp-Spike!" She hissed, then clapped her hooves over her mouth. Hissing? She didn't hiss. What in the name of Equestria was going on here? "The book, it's the book, it's changing me, help me, Spike, help me, h-help..." Twilight whimpered and curled up on the kitchen floor, rocking back and forth and muttering to herself.

"Hooooo boy, Celestia's gonna have a field day with this one."

***

Several hours later, with the sun now up, Twilight found herself in Celestia's chambers. Being there was always a comfort to her, for they were chambers she had spent a goodly portion of her youth in, whether it be reading, having tea, or cuddling with the princess. And whilst Twilight was a princess in her own right now, the mare who sat across the tea table from Celestia looked like a frightened young filly. A filly with fangs.

"So...this book..." Celestia began, gesturing to the dark tome that lay beside her, "this is what you believe started all of this?"

"Yes, Pr-...yes, Celestia, ever since I read it, there's been this voice in my dreams, speaking to me in a language I can't understand, and then...and then I woke up last night after...um...another one of those dreams," she said, blushing furiously, remembering the rather pleasurable wake-up call. "And when I woke up, I had these fangs."

"Hmm..." Celestia reached forward and gently took Twilight by the chin, tilting her head back and forth. "Well, they don't look half bad on you."

"Celestia!"

The older alicorn laughed. "I mean it, Twilight. They frame your muzzle quite well." Celestia let go of Twilight's chin and sat back. "They're not thestral fangs, I can tell that much. No sudden, strong cravings for mangoes?"

"Uh, n-no."

"So you're not going to be joining the Lunar Guard anytime soon, then." Celestia said with a smirk. "I'm just trying to bring a little levity to the situation, Twilight. You're practically my daughter, and I know you all too well. You have a tendency to...freak out." Twilight looked at the floor, rubbing a foreleg. She couldn't deny that. "Until we know more about what's going on, you need to do your best to keep a level head about this."

"Easy to say, Celestia, but you're not the one undergoing a strange transformation."

"Fair," Celestia replied, and took a sip of her jasmine tea. "But you know what I mean, don't you? Approach this as you would any of your other research. Flip on that logical, analytical switch in your mind. Approach it not with fear but with the scientific method."

"That's...actually a good idea," Twilight said, sitting up straight. Science! That was something she knew like the back of her hoof. Turning a cold, analytical eye on the situation would help separate her from the fear and uncertainty she was experiencing. And even if nothing came of it, it would be a well-needed distraction. "Thank you, mom! Err, Celestia!" Twilight had come around the table and embraced her warmly. In response, Celestia nuzzled into Twilight's mane and surrounded her with her warm, downy-soft wings.

"Anytime, Twilight. I am always here for you."