It took some time, but each ling, within every affiliated hive, had come to embrace the change. Sharing love was widely accepted by all those under Thorax domain. Even amongst the Queens.

Although, it wasn't without side effects. Sharing Love triggered the absorption of massive amounts of magic, and depending on the flavor of the energy, in the environment, caused the lings to mutate in different ways.

Each Hive had mutated into various kinds of bug ponies, depending on the environment surrounding their hive. There were now several races of changeling, with each of the original queens now grubs of their own race.

There were Hives such as the Forest-Lings, with wood branches and moss growing out of them. The Moth-Lings, who were very Fluffy and cute... and held an odd obsession for lamps. With even more lings based on Crickets, Bees, Wasps, Spiders, Butterflies, and of course Thorax's own hive of Fae Beetles.

Then there was the Doppelganger Hive. These were changelings that mutated in a swamp with low levels of magic. As a result, they only partially transformed. With no hope of unlocking their full potential.

Their holes had been filled, as well as their exoskeleton having become more colorful (although still darker colors), and they all grew manes of colorful spider web like hair. Even the male Drones.

Each race of lings, still had Workers, Drones, and Warrior lings. With each breed having different characteristics, unique to both their station and species. However, as none of Thorax's Queens had any use of infiltrators anymore. Those had been reassigned as "Cuddle Bugs". In order to spread love around to those who needed it.

All Lings maintained their shapeshifting. As they could change into near anything. From people, to inanimate objects, and even creatures that only existed in their imagination. With each race having their own quirks, with the occasional unique abilities beyond transformation magics.

They all still function like a bee hive. While there were a lot of females, as workers, most of them were barren. The few Queens lay eggs, instead of live births. Then those eggs hatch into adorable little grubs.

However, all their children would be born as there new species.

There were hundreds of such lings wandering Thorax's Hive. Acting as the ambassadors of the other hives. In near constant contact with their queen, and her advisors. Thanks to their own psychic links in the form of "hive minds". Which was connected to all under their Queen's Domain.

No "foreign" changelings were needed at the other hives, as The Ambassadors, gathered within Thorax Boarders, allowed them to discuss everything with all lings between each hive, through their Ambassadors.

These Changeling Queens were meeting today. With plans to go over the War effort with.

But first Thorax needed to be briefed.

The War raged on. The reformed changelings and dragons were now vastly outnumbered. Things had gotten worse when the ponies got involved to fend off the Yaks and Griffins. Not long after Zebras, Deer, Cows, Goats, Buffalo, and Giraffes all join Chrysalis' side.

Thorax and his allies were still winning, but by inches. Nearly every battle had armies in the thousands, but each victory reduced them to hundreds.

Thorax looked out at all this death, reduced to mere statistics on paper, and wept... Then Pharynx kindly whacked him upside the head.

"That's not helping..." Thorax muttered, as he hugged his body pillow of Spike, and buried his face into it.

They were in the war room, going over the casualty list of their latest victory. Thorax had taken to bringing something to snuggle as he heard it. He was no military genius. These were all Pharynx's strategies. His older brother just kept him advised.

Thorax was the All-Mother now. Pharynx wouldn't let him risk himself on the battlefield and Thorax didn't know anything about strategy. Thorax just handled the day to day matters of his hive, lending support to the other Reformed Queens, and nursing his own hatchlings... he was aware of what was going on in the war, but not actually part of it.

Pharynx growled, "You need to pull yourself together!" He ordered.

"Maybe we should just surrender," Thorax wondered. He knew they were technically winning... but each battle came at such a high cost.

Pharynx hit him again, "Do you honestly think that would stop her! This isn't about US anymore! She has the majority of the hooved races in her clutches! They don't even realize what will happen if she wins. She'll enslave them all, along with every creature on our side. She's trying to conquer the planet!"

"She just wants us..." Thorax insisted, "Chrysalis could care less about the other creatures."

"Exactly," Pharynx glared. "If we surrender, we'll go back to being slaves. While she turns the rest of the planet into live stock.

"Look at these battle tactics, she has used, really look at them. It's like she's not even trying to protect her own forces. They are focused purely on doing as much damage to us as possible, with no defense. Our scouts have even reported, unreformed changelings, feeding on their own 'allies'.

"Chrysalis is using the other races in her army as cannon fodder, while she rebuilds her nest. She is having us kill each other, and once we are all weak, she's going to swoop in and conquer the planet!"

"How would she do that?" Thorax blinked, "She's got pretty low numbers herself."

Pharynx growled, "I was getting to that. Our spies have successfully infiltrated Chrysalis forces, although we still haven't found her new hive. What they have been able to gather is... troubling.

"She has been artificially aging her hatchlings, with age spells. She lays dozens of eggs a moon and it's been over a year! She has a good sized army again, yet we barely see any unreformed Changelings on the battlefield. She's holding them back and not letting her allies know just how many forces she has.

"She is purposefully weakening the other races, with her strategies, and could care less about who actually wins these battles. She just wants to do enough damage to both sides so she can more easily conquer all of us later on. Her goal isn't to win the war... it's for everyone else to lose."

"How do we stop this?" Thorax gulped.

"If we can find Chrysalis... we can kill her, and save every creature."

"KILL QUEEN MAMA!!!" Thorax gaped. For all of his desire to save the hives. Killing the first all mother... his mother, never factored into it.

Pharynx sighed, looking away from his younger brother. Thorax always had been soft... innocent. Part of him wanted to do what he always had. And shield the grub from the horrors of the world. But Thorax was king now, and they were at war... that luxury was no longer available.

"Without a Queen," Pharynx explained, "the new hive won't know what to do. We can go in and help them... the other races might still want a fight, but that is when you can use some of your diplomacy. If we take out Chrysalis the war should end soon after."