Ocellus looked away, pawing awkwardly at the ground with one hoof. “Weeeell… these new bodies are way more like ponies. Not a queen and a breeding drone, but males and females like mammals. Lots of us find it repulsive. And when we have grubs, they’re like ponies too. Come with minds of their own, wiped of all their memories. So we basically can’t reproduce if we want to keep our society going the way we have.”