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// Tangent's Bug Mitzvah (RainbowDoubleDash's "Queen Chrysalis Reforms (Accidentally)") 
// Story: Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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Dear Chrysalis,

I'm sorry that you feel that way, Mother, but I hope that one day we can grow past this and move on with our respective lives. I will, however, remain on guard against your plots for retaking the throne, as will my brother, General Pharynx, who I have also alerted to your message. As to your questions:

1: As far as I am aware, you remain the only changeling with actual hair when in default form. Some of my subjects have been experimenting, but thus far their results indicate that their hair takes on the properties of the creature they are imitating. I'm not sure if this helps, but there you go.

2: Glossy Coats & Manes is a fairly popular brand among changelings at the moment. I've used it myself and find that it does the job admirably well. Your friend minion should be able to mail order a supply via catalogue.

3: As near as we've been able to determine so far, while we no longer feel hunger, constant or otherwise, for love, the upper capacity varies from changeling to changeling, with a hard limit on the upper capacity to store stolen love. We're not sure what, if any, upper limit applies to freely given love, only that if there is such a limit, it is higher than our upper capacity to hold stolen love. Or so I am told, given that I have not stolen love myself since Operation: Canterlot Wedding.

4: According to Princess Twilight, biologically speaking, both Pharynx and I are male, thus I am a king and he is a prince. Granted, either of us can change gender on a whim, so the point is probably moot in the grand scheme of things. However, to answer your question, my wings while in my current base form are three and one quarter standard horns long from base to tip.

With Love and Regret,
King Thorax





Yo, Old Hag,

General Pharynx here. Thorax showed me the letter you sent.

Seriously!? You reformed!? You!?

I gotta find out how that happened!

Still, reformed or not, I trust you about as far as I can throw Dragon Lord Ember's dad, so don't expect any sympathy from me.

With mutual contempt,
General Pharynx