The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Mikhailis felt like he was floating, surrounded by a warm and soft sensation. His mind was fuzzy, and he couldn't quite grasp what was happening. It was dark, but it wasn't an uncomfortable darkness—more like he was covered in a comforting blanket. He felt like he was drifting in a vast sea of warmth, where time seemed to lose its meaning.

Where was he?

It felt strange, almost like he was tucked away somewhere, hidden from everything.

He tried to move his arms, but they felt small and weak, almost like they weren't even his. He tried to stretch out, but his body refused to respond properly, as if it had forgotten how to move.

What... is this place?

The warmth around him was soothing, making his mind feel heavy, as if he was drifting in and out of sleep. He could hear a faint sound—was it his own heartbeat?

The rhythmic thumping made him feel secure, like he was being cradled by an invisible force.

His body felt so small, and everything seemed oversized and far away.

He tried again to move, but it felt like his entire body was submerged in something—everything felt heavy and sluggish, like he was stuck in thick syrup.

This... this is weird

He couldn't see anything, and the more he tried to move, the more he realized that even his senses felt dulled. It was as if the world around him was muffled, shrouded in a haze.

The warmth surrounding him made it hard to focus, and he had a strange sense of being very, very small. It was almost as if he was a baby again, though that thought was absurd. The more he pondered, the more confused he became, his thoughts slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers.

His body still wouldn't respond properly, and he started to panic.

Why couldn't he move?

Why couldn't he see?

Was he trapped somewhere?

His thoughts swirled, trying to put the pieces together.

It was almost like he was inside an egg... but that couldn't be possible, right?

The idea was absurd, yet the sensation he felt was strangely familiar—the warmth, the heaviness.

He tried to stretch his arms again, his tiny fingers curling slightly. The more he struggled, the more he realized how weak and small he was. The thought made his heart pound, a mix of fear and bewilderment creeping over him.

He strained to focus, trying to figure out where he was. There was something oddly comforting about the place, but the inability to move or see made it unnerving.

W-What is this strange place...?

Why did he feel like he was wrapped up and so small?

His thoughts began to slow, and he could feel his consciousness drifting in and out, as if he was caught in a strange limbo between dreaming and waking.

Was this all just some weird dream?

It felt too real to be a dream, yet too bizarre to be reality. He could feel his mind slipping, the warmth lulling him into a sense of security, even as the questions continued to swirl in his head.

Suddenly, there was a shift in the warmth around him.

He felt a gentle, almost rocking movement, as if something had nudged him. His body was still heavy, but he could sense a change.

It was no longer completely dark—there was a faint light, a tiny glimmer piercing through the darkness. He blinked, trying to open his eyes, though it felt like an immense effort. The light grew, and slowly, very slowly, the darkness started to fade, replaced by a dim glow. It was like waking up from a long, deep sleep, the world slowly coming into focus.

As he opened his eyes, Mikhailis blinked, his vision blurry at first.

Everything around him was dimly lit, but he could make out the shape of what looked like a cave.

The walls were rough and uneven, illuminated by a soft glow coming from some kind of bioluminescent moss.

I swear I've seen this place somewhere...

It looked familiar, but his mind was still hazy, struggling to recall why. He squinted, trying to focus, the shapes around him slowly becoming clearer. It was like a scene from a distant memory, something he had seen before but couldn't quite place.

He tried to look around, turning his head with great effort. He could see something moving in the distance—a creature walking toward him. As it came closer, Mikhailis's eyes widened. It was a chimera ant worker, much larger than him, carrying something that looked like food. It moved purposefully, its antennae twitching slightly, as if it was on a mission.

Wait... chimera ants?

He could feel his heartbeat quicken.

Why are they so big? Where am I?

The realization hit him like a shockwave.

This place—this was the chimera ant colony.

But why did everything look so different?

Why am I so small?

He tried to speak, but the words that came out of his mouth were nothing like he expected.

They were small, soft—like a baby's voice. "Ah... ah?" He blinked, confusion washing over him.

What was happening? He tried to lift his hand and realized that his arm was tiny, almost like...

No way.

He tried to speak again, but all that came out were incoherent babbles. Panic started to build as he realized his body was indeed small.

I'm a fucking baby, aren't I!?!? What the hell is happening!? Rodion! Are you there!?

Did I die? Was it from... was it from having too much sex with Lira and Serelith?

His baby face scrunching up in confusion.

Is this some kind of divine judgment?!

The worker ant approached him, and Mikhailis watched, his tiny eyes wide. The ant stopped just in front of him, tilting its head slightly as if inspecting him. Then, to his utter shock, he heard a voice—a voice in English.

<Do you wish to eat this, Your Majesty?>

the ant asked, holding up what looked like a piece of meat.

<We've prepared a nourishing porridge from the direwolf meat, cooked to perfection to help you grow strong.>

Mikhailis stared at the ant, his tiny mouth opening and closing as he tried to comprehend what was happening. An ant—a chimera ant—was speaking to him. He tried to respond, but all that came out was more babbling.

"Ah... wah... huh?" he managed, his voice high-pitched and unintelligible. He cleared his throat and tried again, but the results were the same—incoherent baby noises. The sound of his own voice, so small and helpless, only added to his confusion and frustration.

This had to be some kind of joke, right?

The worker ant seemed to understand anyway, nodding as if it made perfect sense.

<Oh, I see. It must be difficult for you to chew such tough meat in your current form. I will process it further.>

Mikhailis blinked, completely dumbfounded.

The ant then proceeded to mash the meat and mixed it into the porridge, holding a small spoon—wait, a spoon? Where had the ant gotten that from? The ant carefully blew on the spoonful of porridge, cooling it down before bringing it to Mikhailis's mouth.

The baby Mikhailis, still too shocked to protest, watched as the spoon approached his lips. The worker ant was being so gentle, so careful, and for some reason, it was oddly comforting.

He hesitated for a moment but then opened his mouth, letting the ant feed him.

W-Wha...

The porridge was surprisingly delicious. It was warm, savory, and had a depth of flavor that he couldn't have imagined. He blinked, tasting the mixture of the direwolf meat and whatever else the ants had put in it.

It was... really good?

The flavors danced on his tongue, and for a moment, he forgot all about his strange predicament. He just wanted another bite.

Mikhailis couldn't help but be impressed.

Wait, this ant can cook?

And it's actually delicious?

He took another bite, then another, and soon found himself eagerly accepting each spoonful the worker ant offered. The warmth of the food spread through his tiny body, filling him with a sense of comfort and safety.

It was surreal. Here he was, in some sort of strange baby form, being fed by a chimera ant worker who was treating him with the utmost care. As the ant blew gently on each spoonful to cool it down before feeding him, Mikhailis could feel a strange sense of calm wash over him.

There was something almost endearing about how the ant took care of him, making sure each bite was just right. It was like being treated with genuine affection, and for some reason, it made him feel... cared for.

After what felt like an eternity, Mikhailis finished the porridge. He let out a small sigh, feeling full and oddly content. He still didn't know what exactly the porridge was made of, but he decided it was better not to ask. He tried to make sense of the situation again, his tiny brain working overtime to piece it all together.

He looked at the worker ant, who was now tidying up, and tried to process everything that had just happened.

This has got to be a dream...

He then look around the hatching chamber. The place felt familiar, almost like a memory from one of his visits to the colony. He tried to reassure himself, repeating the thought like a mantra.

Yeah, just a dream. There's no way this is real.

But as he glanced around, taking in the bioluminescent moss, the earthy smell of the chamber, and the gentle sounds of the ants moving around, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was all too vivid.

As he tried to affirm his thoughts, he heard a noise. A large figure entered the chamber—a massive chimera ant that towered over everything else. Mikhailis's tiny eyes widened as he looked at it, his heart pounding in his tiny chest. The figure was majestic, its body radiating a commanding presence. It approached slowly, and as it moved closer, Mikhailis realized—it was the chimera ant queen.

He looked around the chamber, noticing for the first time that there were no other eggs. He was... alone here. Just him and the queen.

The queen ant stopped in front of him, her massive head lowering to look at him. Then, to his shock, he heard a gentle voice, one that reminded him of a mother's warmth.

<Are you awake, my child?>

the voice asked, soft and caring.

Mikhailis's heart skipped a beat.

My... my child?!

Panic rising once again.

What was happening?

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What kind of twisted dream was this?

He tried to speak, but all that came out was a tiny, confused gurgle. The queen's presence was overwhelming, and the reality of the situation hit him like a wave. This wasn't just any dream. There was something more to it—something he couldn't quite grasp, but it felt so real, so vivid.

This is... insane.

His tiny body trembling slightly.

He was a baby, in a chimera ant nest, with the queen looking down at him like he was her offspring.

And the worst part?

He had no idea how or why this was happening.

The queen gazed at him, her antennae twitching gently.

<Do not fear, little one. You are safe here, with me.>

Mikhailis gulped, trying to keep his composure.

Gods... Please tell me what is happening...?