Artist’s comment:
 
A good while ago I was talking with a friend about reformed Changelings and whether I’d ever apply that to my own. At first I said no because I don’t really like their designs, but over time I thought more about it and what ramifications it would have from a storytelling perspective. And the more I thought about it, the more it became obvious to me that Myxine would be the (only) one to accept the change. No more hunger? Sign me up! See, the others are pretty well off in their respective situations and I think Calliphora would plain not understand what “giving love” meant in this context (I tend to think of “love” that the changelings consume as a separate form of energy that doesn’t compare to the kind of familial love that changelings are capable of giving amongst each other. Not sure that makes sense), but Myxine…Myxine is constantly struggling to keep her hive alive, so something like this would be a godsend to her. So she’d send out spies to find out what happened after it became clear to the changeling council that Chrysalis’ hive is no more. And voilà, there she is. Reformed, relaxed and happy.  
At first I was just gonna slap a captain’s uniform on her (sta.sh/01vw8qx0stz5) and call it a day, but then I figured I might as well go full kitsch/animator’s nightmare. I figure the hair even has the wave motion.  
The story remains similar though, Myxine decides to form a boating company and take ponies on sightseeing tours around Horseshoe Bay.  
So far so good.
 
But then…  
Like I said, (I imagine) ponies aren’t all that big on seafaring, so over time, there’d be less and less of them. Myxine struggles to keep her company afloat, and worse than that, she is gaining (and giving) less love than she’d like. Slowly, bit by bit she goes back to consuming more love than she’s giving. And she starts noticing the cracks… sta.sh/0uk2i7a3jbx  
It all ends in tragedy when she has a breakdown and outright sucks dry a foal that approaches her on deck. The gems(?) in her legs break apart, the long mane evaporates and her hide turns black again. Disgraced, Myxine flees into hidden caves along the shore. Eventually, most of her hive return to her. With the scandal and no leadership, the boating company has fallen apart. Instincts gained by a lifetime of living as parasites have taken over again. They are her children, forever and ever.  
Disillusioned and desolate, Myxine goes back to her old ways. But something’s changed. She no longer cares about being smart and careful. She no longer cares about being “the reasonable one” or making sure ponies don’t take notice. Instead she adopts Chrysalis aggressive ways of kidnapping ponies and forcefully hypnotizing them into giving up their love, discarding them when she’s had her fill. She becomes a scourge upon the land and it will end up bad for everyone involved.  
She knew happiness and now it’s gone.