Just so you know, 1984 was George Orwell, not Alduous Huxley :3

Still a very interesting twist of an idea just from one comment XD

What? Are you crazy? I'd never make a mistake like that and accidentally put Alduous Huxley instead of George Orwell in the tags. I mean, even people who've never read 1984 know that George Orwell wrote it. I mean, "Orwellian" is even a somewhat commonly used word. That would be a ridiculously shameful mistake, especially for somebody like me with a background in literature.

Ridiculously shameful.

But yes after I read that comment I just couldn't get this picture out of my head.

Oh no it totally works and OH wow I see there is absolutely no mistake of that sort whatsoever in the tags my most humble apologies good sirrah :3

Still a very nice idea though, totally works with an insect hive spin to it.

I was originally going to say that I'd read any dystopian novel where everyone was a bug girl, then I realized I'd read pretty much any novel of any kind where everyone was a bug girl.

(assuming some level of quality writing.)

When I read Around The World In Eighty Days I imagined half the cast as anthros because I'm literally terrible at imagining different human beings from reading in general.

So I was like "ehhh I'm making this guy a wolf in my head it just works for me to distinguish them right that'll do!"

This trick seems remarkably helpful for handling large casts of characters, I think I'll be giving this a try some time.

This is easily doubleplusgood. 10/10, would even defy the wishes of the Mother Foundress with the passing of low key pheromone notes and the eventual fraternization that follows.

Excellent, excellent. Although it is much less impressive when O'Brienette says she can float off the floor like a soap bubble in this version.

"But how can you control matter?" she burst out. "You don't even control the climate or the law of gravity. And there is still wing rot, pain, and cordyceps-"

O'Brienette silenced her by a movement of a forehand. "We control matter because we control the pheromones. Reality is dependent on the senses. You will learn-by degrees, Smithette. There is nothing that we could not do. Invisibility, flight without wings. I could pull off and hand you my wings right now and still float off this floor like a soap bubble if I wished to. I do not wish to, because the Mother Foundress does not wish it. You must rid your lust addled mind of these 19th century ideas about the laws of nature. She make the laws of nature, and us through her will."

"But she does not! She cannot even master the planet. What about the Ant Girl and Bee Girl nations? She has not conquered them yet."

"Unimportant. She will conquer them when it suits here. For now she ogles their finely built hard working bodies from afar during all these mild skirmishes. Perhaps once the international exotic spank bank is finished we will end this war, but for now we ogle with her."

"This is insane. Why would you do such a thing?"

"Because," O'Brienette scoffed,"Female insects are hot."

superior.

in.

every.

way.

Now I'm imagining the battles involve the troops exhausting one another sexually.

Oh my fucking god Malic WHO ARE YOU

AND WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS JEEZ

Aspiring English professor with a love of ludicrous distractions like this. AraElkins earlier wasp picture and the discussion that followed made it a necessity, I'm almost tempted to tackle the entire novel at this point.

If you do, link me or something. An illustrated pornographic lesbian bug version of 1984 is exactly what this world needs.

Damn right.

The nuclear weapons they keep trying to push over next to one another are actually lust inducing pheromone bombs that pre-sexually exhaust the other insects with one another before they can get to the enemy forces. The Mother Foundress sits atop her hill and watches before finally calling for the wasps to join in with the "tripped" up enemy. No land is ever taken or lost permanently, the insectoid fondling is an everlasting conflict perfect for inspiring loyalty towards the Mother Foundress.

Mother Foundress and Queen Sister and Mother Queen are all three just actually gigantic pervs who basically live forever and they really like sexy bug girls. That's why nobody is wearing clothes. The entire oppressive dystopia is entirely created solely to facilitate their perviness, because without all the indoctrination and solopsistic thinking, everybody would realize how skeevy and ridiculous everything is.

I did read your original description like, several times to see if the character was wearing clothes, and decided if she's tucking her chin against her chitin she couldn't be.

Hiding such a divinely curvacious body such as hers would be a capital crime worthy of a visit to room 101. In the full novel it wouldn't be sex that gets Smithette sent to reeducation, but a newly gained almost prawnlike modesty. I wonder how so many shrimp girls ended up living on the outskirts of town, and why they seem to be so much more modest than the other species. Perhaps it is because of their cylindricalesque bodies. Or maybe they have yet to fully grasp the glory of the Mother Foundress' vision for a brighter future full of greased up cuddling bug women surrounding all the globe.

I'm much more on board with Mother Foundress's vision than I was with Big Brother's

this is the best thing in the entire world

Thank you, thank Ara, and thank Orwell.