Author Note. . .

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Andy Hendrickson pulled the long, black, silk covers to his bed over the upper half of his body to remove the chilly morning, which happened to be the last day of Fall. He made certain his eyes were shielded from Celestia's sunlight as it shone through curtains he recently purchased after the old ones were torn to pieces by his little ones. There was little to see of his form, nothing but his legs hanging out from under the covers as they were pulled tightly between two black, butter smooth legs.

Everything about this morning hinged on him waking up and preparing for another long day of fatherhood and love for his beloved queen. He had prepared himself for the next couple of weeks and was ready to tackle anything that would come his way. He had the mansion rebuilt by very reliable stallions and stocked with every necessity he might need to make it through this long journey of parenthood. He did not doubt himself in any way that his plans were near flawless, but he still had to wake up and get himself ready for today.

The mansion, his mansion, was burgundy and looked welcoming to the most royal of ponies in Canterlot—if seen fitting by the nobles or princesses. There were royal guards of both shifts stationed on the inside and outside of every window to keep him and his large family safe from most of the hostile discriminators. Weapons were permitted on the grounds of his position and whom he is married to; and the guards relished having steel at their sides.

It seemed a bit excessive to have this much protection, but for Andy it was seen very necessary after going through what no one would. He has a family to protect. His family. His choice rocked the very foundation of Equestria, causing a big commotion that made very many ponies angry and upset with him. Fortunately he had the Royal Sisters to back him up, both politically and rightfully as his most trusted friends, and a couple of well-known aristocrats to speak in his favor.

But still. . .

"It is too damn early," he groaned. His voice was deep and very masculine, almost comparable to a young Minotaur. Said groan stirred his other-half as he fought desperately to fall back asleep. The mare laying next to him on this wonderful day started off with wrapping both of her silky arms around his chiseled torso and a nip to a freshly made scar. "Why can't Celestia raise the sun around noon? I've barely slept in the last couple of days."

His wife came forward to meet his back with her large bosoms, something she found to be Andy's weakness. He always had a thing for mares with large breasts and tight rears; and hers definitely fit the description. She pushed a little harder against her man, breasts firmly pressed to his bare skin. She moaned into his skin as her lips slowly retracted from his neck and smiled when this happened. His gasp of ecstasy made her giggle before spooning him, intertwining her curvy legs with his.

Her hands travelled to his torso, hooking under his arms with gentle strength. She cracked her eyes open and glanced toward the small crib to his side of the bed.

"Is the baby still asleep?" Chrysalis yawned. Her mind was not set to resume sleeping, seeing as how her youngest child never woke her up last night, which is by far the most bizarre thing.

"I got up with her throughout the night," Andy said quietly. Now it was coming back to him, the reason for his lack of sleep. He removed Chrysalis' arms from his chest and turned over to block the sun from her eyes. Now that he did, his chest met with hers and the top of his head grazed her horn, barely missing the burn that is already there. "You were fast asleep when Forest woke up, and I did not want you to be disturbed."

"Was she hungry or needing a diaper change?"

"Both, but it wasn't hard. I simply let her bite down on my finger and suckle on it after the diaper change."

Chrysalis smiled very lovingly to her husband. It was not was often that a changeling has the privilege to absorb its main food source through direct contact. Usually it would involve forcing the unfortunate soul to stay still for adequate absorption. It is nothing extreme, nothing equivalent to a Vampony, just a simple feeding; and in some cases, the blood is to quench the thirst that comes afterward.

This would be a bad thing in the eyes of a pony, but Andy did not give two-shits what others think about him being a food source. There are many occasions where he has to stop what he is doing and allow his wife to feed. It did not matter to what others think about it, because they do not know who she really is as a woman. He loves his wife and his children, even if they are not his. Those that hate his family can go to hell for all he cares. He has enough to deal with; and dealing with Changeling-hating ponies is not one of them.

Chrysalis leaned into Andy and pressed her lips against his, strong, tasty waves of his love pouring into her body as their bodies came close. It was magnificent to the Changeling Queen. To have what she never thought to be true. She was in love with this man and enjoying every second of it as though it were her last...and as a good source of breakfast to share with her children. What could she say? It's not her fault that love is a wonderful feeling and an excellent source of food. Of course there are other emotions to take in, but none of them were like the emotion of true love, so sweet and filling. If love was an actual food, she might grow fat from it.

Chrysalis retracted from Andy, licking her lips during her short signal to her little ones through her horn, and stared into his deep blue eyes with great belief in their love. "You are so good to me and the kids. I still cannot understand how I got someone like you in my life."

"I do," Andy quipped, his chuckles aggravating the Changeling as he received a playful smack to his arm. "I remember quite well how the Queen of the Changelings got me for a husband. Celestia and Luna might remember it as well since they were the ones to make all of this happen."

"Well I am not sorry for that day, and I never will be," Chrysalis began to pout, denying him another kiss. She pulled away and turned over with her arms crossed, giving her loving husband the cold shoulder. "Besides, you agreed to it as well. And I do not seem to remember you resisting when I demanded your presence."

"I know, baby," he purred, and then nibbled on her ear— Oh how she hated it when he called her 'baby'. The way he said it drove her mad, yet, at the same time, she loved it. "And I do not regret it at all. I knew what I was getting into, and I'd do it again to keep you in my life."

Soon he was remembering their first encounter as though it were yesterday, and so was she...

...

"The demands have been met to their fullest," Celestia said behind her desk. "And the documents have been approved by the council." She pinned the Changeling Queen with an appraising eye, her hands moving forward to push the folder towards Chrysalis.

"This has been quite a choice for me, one I hope does not come back to bite me in my flanks." Chrysalis said as she brushed through the remaining paperwork she wrote in the last couple of weeks. She glanced at each demand she wrote in bold lettering to make sure that each one was stamped and signed by the Royal Sisters, who happened to be very defensive at the moment.

"Everything seems to be in order," she mused, playing her time very well to chance herself with something else. "And my children shall have citizenship as well. Excellent." She pushed back the folder, sliding it not towards the princesses but to their newest ambassador. Andy Hendrickson.

Chrysalis glanced up at the handsome human and blushed behind her mane, but her expression did not reach him. Clearly the serious man could not care less that the Changeling Queen just signed a peace treaty with the princesses and was showing signs of infatuation. He was showing nothing but the neutral glare he's worn since this morning. Obviously someone taught him many ways to remain professional in front of royalty— that she was very certain.

What he feels on inside however. . .

"You have not spoken a word since I arrived," the gorgeous Changeling cooed. She stuck her elbows to the table and rested her chin against her knuckles, eyeing the human with a lustful stare as the princesses watched in confusion. "Care to bestow a queen with your voice? It would make my day to see something other than that look you have in your wonderful eyes."

Andy did his best to remain silent and still, but the small lump descending his throat was all it took for her to know if he has interests in her.

***A Few Hours Later***

Voices boomed in the throne room as Andy approached with the documents to Princess Cadance' request for expansion of the Crystal Empire. There was a questioning note in his voice as he walked through the halls. Lord knows how many times he strolled through the castle today, acting upon requests and demands of the princesses, living the high life of an ambassador; at least that is what he first thought of it to be.

With so much diplomatic power in one hand, and great influence in the other, Andy was struggling to keep a cool head around most nobles and common folk. He had very little time to himself, always running back and forth with Celestia or Luna telling him to do this or that so they may have a moment to finish their current work, or to take a break.

He had heard from previous nobles that took the job that he princesses are very insufferable as demanding princesses, and they were correct. No matter how fast he moved, no matter how efficient he is as the ambassador of Equestria, Celestia and Luna would be ordering him around and scolding whenever he does not reach their standards.

It was very tiring to be their lackey. He did not have the physical stamina or speed those two alicorns possess. Even with his great physique, he was faltering. His lungs were already screaming.

"This is completely outrageous," he heard on the other side of the doors. There no doubt who he just heard yelling her heart out. It was definitely Celestia. "She cannot add more demands after signing the peace treaty. It is unethical, and I highly doubt Andy would meet such a demand when her history speaks for itself."

"What the hell is going on in there?" Andy pressed an ear to the door. "Shouldn't Celestia be in bed by now?"

Andy glanced from the paperwork in his arm to the keyhole as if he might be peaking at a murder scene. He never snooped on someone, but he had the distinct feeling that tonight was going to be very interesting and he had to have some idea what is going on in the Throne Room. Watching Celestia and Luna fume, he took a step to his right in case of either alicorn coming his way. He was ready to hide behind the door if it slammed open, but kept a good look on both mares as they steamed over whatever has them so irked.

Luna crossed her arms and snorted at her older sister. There was hostility between them, much hostility. She was an ancient warrior beneath that crown, so powerful and young in every way. Andy knew that very well from her many sessions of training in the courtyard while he deals with their paperwork.

"She has some nerve, making such a demand after we agreed to co-exist with her kind." There was anger hinted in her tone, more than what her sister expected. "Does she honestly think we will agree to that when he has enough trouble in his life?"

He? Andy questioned. Who could they be talking about?

Celestia crossed her arms and took a step forward. She glared at the scroll in her hand, refusing to calm down. "The only trouble I see him having is coping with Chrysalis' actions. She is known to bequite the aggressive mare."

Luna threw her arms in the air dramatically. " Are you serious, sister!?" she screamed, her eyes bleached in fury. "We cannot surrender Andy to her. He is not a piece of candy to be traded on Nightmare Night. The man has his own life to live and priorities as our ambassador that must be taken care of on a daily basis."

Oh shit, they're talking about me! Andy leaned further into the keyhole, unaware that the tumblers are not holding in place.

"Does he have marefriend or somepony in mind?" the Solar Princes asked, determination removing all the worry in her voice. "If he does not have a special somepony, then there is no objection to a starting relationship. Chrysalis has already given into our agreements of co-existence and resigning as a Queen to become a princess of Equestria—in training, mind you."

"Andy is not an object!"

"I know, but we are in no position to prevent possible relationships." Celestia countered. "We are monarchs, not matchmakers. We care about Andy, but telling Chrysalis 'no' is out of the question. The only thing we can do is step back and watch how things portray between them."

Andy pushed hard against the door, his documents thrust into the air as he fell to the floor, forgetting to put his hands in front of him. His short-lived yell startled all three mares to jump and spin towards him. They curled their hands and struck different fighting stances whilst the channeling of their magic jet into their horns for one quick blast.

"An intruder!" Luna was the first to yell, her dark blue aura electrifying her horn as their human friend landed on his face. "Thou shall face the wrath of both goddesses before banishment!"

Andy sat up and pinched his nose, preventing any more blood to gush onto the freshly waxed tiles. Lord only knows how long it will be before the servants that worked on this floor come for his head. "I'm already facing someone's wrath; its called karma, and she is a bitch."

A moment of instinctive defense passed before the Royal Sisters dropped their guard and broke the connection to their magic. They finally noticed it was Andy sitting on the floor and gasped as he rose to one knee, cursing himself for spying.

"When will I learn to stay the fuck out of people's business!?" he said to himself scathingly, before raising his head to the royals. "I'm a fucking twenty-eight year old man. I should know better than to snoop on others."

"Andy, what in Equestria are you doing here right now?" Celestia said worriedly. She approached him and kneeled to his eye level, checking how much damage was done to his nose. Finally the lightbulb above her head came on. "Wait, were you listening to our conversation just now?"

"It was not hard to listen since you two were all screaming at the top of your lungs," Andy replied through the pain. "You practically had the entire castle shaking from the force of your voices."

Celestia's mouth tightened, as did her voice. She was very unhappy with him. "You had no right to listen or watch. Everything you heard does not leave this room, understood?"

"Understood, boss." he chuckled, sadly.

Celestia went to help Andy onto his feet and take him to the infirmary as Luna stormed out of the throne room with dark intentions. But little did she or anyone know who was lurking in the shadows with an evil grin directed by lust.

"I think I found a mate. . ." the shadow whispered, before disappearing in the hallway to follow the Solar Princess and her friend.

Andy closes his bedroom door after bidding Luna a good night, albeit very desperately. She was very stuck on watching over him throughout the rest of the day before tending to her duties in court. He wasn't expecting her to be overprotective or at his side every minute of the evening, except for the bathroom.

Ever since Chrysalis made new demands—that which he is still unknown to—the entire day had gone to shit with rumors spreading across the castle, rumors that directly relate to him. It was nothing bad or tarnishing to his well-being or reputation, but the way things were going right now do not help him at all.

He turns around and kicks his shoes off as the light of dusk trades places with the dawn, their shifts washing away the entire ceiling with white before a replica of Luna's moon dimly glows in a newly made sky of her doing. He sighs to himself and unbuttons his shirt and pants, tossing them into the basket.

There was still so much paperwork to do in the morning. Celestia and Luna are expecting him to have the new trade with the Dragons by tomorrow and he hasn't finished the final draft. He really needs to sort his priorities and—

. . .

"My prince, we are here to feed." a drone said while kneeling to Andy, head lowered so as to not disrespect him. It was Changeling tradition for the drones to never look directly at their leader unless told to, as it is forbidden to speak unless spoken to or under certain reasons. The boy hissed a couple of times, signals that which told the other drones to bow at their father.

Though it is the coming of his future as the Prince of Changelings, Andy did not rest idly at the idea of being a symbol rather than a father to these drones. Something about it spurred a strong sense of denial and drove him to the first goal of his life into parenthood: Removing all sense of leadership with these children by giving them what's been denied since their birth, a loving father.

Sitting up and holding Chrysalis close to his chest, Andy entered a very stern mentality and withheld glaring at the eldest drone for his forgetfulness, which happened to surprise everyone but the infant in her crib. They could very well sense how distraught he is with the boy.

"Black Leaf, come here." Andy requested, patting the space on left.

Black Leaf did as he was told without looking up to Andy or Chrysalis, though they were expecting him to open up a little and be more of a child than a machine. He crawled into bed and sat next to the man with little gap between them, but that was fixed by the man wrapping a strong arm around his tiny figure. He flinched while being lifted and placed between both adults, both sets of arms now gently intertwined. He'd thought there was punishment coming his way, but Andy shared a similar emotion with Chrysalis and fed him with it, allowing his tiny form to absorb every ounce.

That emotion was love. Pure, undeniable love.

"Black Leaf, how long have you and I known one another?" Andy asked as he pushed the front of his son's hair so he could see his face, the only difference to Black Leaf's siblings being a white mole on his forehead.

"Two years." Black Leaf stammered, wondering where this is going.

"That's right," Andy said with a smile. "And although it's only been a month since your mother and I married, there is still over an entire year of us growing as a family. I have come to know you and your siblings as my children, not as my pawns. So don't you think its time to stop acting like a drone and act like a child. Like a boy. Like a son to me."

"But a Changeling's sole purpose is to serve their superior, and you are my superior." Black Leaf argued, raising his voice. Andy immediately waved it off, as did Chrysalis. "How can you tell me to stop being a drone and act like a. . . child?"

"Because it is what you are. It is what you and your siblings are. Moreover, it is not your job to tend with the needs and wants of a parent." Andy countered with a much less stern tone this time around. Black Leaf glared incredulously.

"You're telling me to change into something I never will be! You're telling me to be somepony else, but I can't!" Black Leaf snapped with a short jump out of their arms. What was worth note of his behavior is defiance of listening to his parents, something Andy and Chrysalis smiled for at the moment. "I cannot be something you call a child, nor your son! I am a drone that is to live and die at the purpose of serving my superior with every breath from my body."

"But you're already acting like a child and his son. You just don't know it yet." Chrysalis giggled, quickly receiving a harsh glare from her own hatchling.

"What do you mean by that!?"

"You are doing as you are requested right now. You're being defiant, and that is what a son is to his father." she punctuated before pecking Andy's cheek. "Seems that I was right. All I had to do was loosen their minds from the hive; and now it is starting to show."

"What!?"

"She means you're free to feel the way you want and think on your own." Andy clarified, uncaring of the boy's negative reaction as the other nine Changelings at the front of the bed shared a deep growling in their stomachs. If it wasn't for the hatchlings having such loud tummies, they'd probably be skipping breakfast and despising their older brother for being so crude.

"Oh dear, was that from everyone just now?" Chrysalis asked. Her children nodded in unison and waited for their father to share his love, though with a bit more anticipation in their expressions. "I'm sorry my babies, mommy and daddy will feed you now. Come into bed and snuggle with us."

"All at once?" Andy questioned nervously. "Now hang on a second babe, shouldn't we feed them one at—"

Whatever he had left to say was broken off at the rush of nine hatchlings jumping into bed and crawling under the covers. Andy had no way to distribute as planned during the tight snuggles of his daughters, each holding an arm and leg while the boys cuddled with their mother and received pecks from her.

Mainly out of exhaustion of tending with Forest, he leaned back and sighed in defeat. It's not like he is needed anywhere else in the first place.

"I will never get used to this," he groaned. Chrysalis leaned into his shoulder, sharing the weight of their sons with him. During that time around, a butler entered the room and bowed at his masters, unaffected by the display of love and affection. He'd probably seen enough of it to know all the better.

"Princess Chrysalis. Ambassador Hendrickson. I've come with an urgent message from Princess Celestia. She wishes to speak with you both about improving the new guard postings around the mansion."

"Send a reply that says we cannot speak today Reginald," Chrysalis tittered, never taking her gaze off her husband. "Because we're going to be taking our hatchlings to the park for some sun."

"I will have the guards ready to escort you then, my princess." Reginald bowed, before taking his leave.