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fandom: true blood, femslash/yuri, rating: r

Mother's Milk: True Blood Fic
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Mother’s Milk
Fandom: True Blood
Pairing: Tara/Maryann
Summary: “You deserved to have a real mother,” Maryann told Tara, “someone who could nourish you. You missed out, but I can give you the next best thing.”
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 742
Rating: R
Warnings: This is a strange little story that involves breastfeeding and weird magic lactation. Also since Tara is involved there is some bad language.
Author's Note: Written for femslash_today's Fireworks09 porn battle for the prompt "mother".

Mother's Milk

Maybe it was a dream or too much wine and weed but Tara was swimming in the pool at night and she thought she was in the ocean; thought the pool was a cloud she was gliding through. She thought that she could breathe underwater, like a mermaid, until she realized she hadn’t been breathing at all.

She broke the surface of the water, gasping for air. As her lungs filled, lilting laughter reached her ears. She turned to see Maryann was sitting on the edge of the pool, bare legs dangling in the water. Beside her sat an enormous pig wearing a wreath of flowers around its throat.

“Oh my God,” Tara exclaimed at the sight of the animal. “That’s the motherfucking pig I saw the night of my accident.”

“Now baby girl, you know there are no accidents,” Maryann said. “Crashing your car brought you right where you need to be. It brought you to me, someone who can take care of you.”

“I guess so,” Tara agreed reluctantly.

“Come over here, I have something for you.” Maryann said beckoning. “Something you need.” Tara walked over reluctantly, eyeing the pig with a degree of suspicion and stood before her benefactress, water lapping around her hips. “Don’t be shy, you can come closer,” Maryann laughed. She reached out her legs, wrapped them around Tara’s waist and drew her near till they were face to face or rather face to breast. Tara found herself directly confronting the other woman’s ample cleavage.

“What’s going on?” Tara asked foggily, surprised at how docile, how compliant she felt. Maybe she trusted Maryann. Maybe it was all just a dream.

“Time for you to make yourself scarce,” Maryann said to the pig giving it an affectionate slap on the rump. At that the huge animal dove gracefully into the pool and paddled away leaving the wreath of flowers floating on the water. Despite herself, Tara had to giggle at that. “You’re beautiful when you laugh,” Maryann told her. “I can tell you haven’t had the chance to do it often enough in your life but that’s all going to change. You don’t have to be that sad little girl looking after her mother any more.”

“I’m just scared that I don’t know how to be anything else.” Tara admitted.

“If only I’d found you sooner,” Maryann sighed, stroking her hair. “You deserved to have a real mother, someone who could nourish you. You missed out, but I can give you the next best thing.”

She pulled open the light robe she was wearing. Her naked breasts hung before Tara, heavy and full.

“Holy fucking shit,” Tara said then she started giggling again. “This is some kind of messed up. This is not real.”

“It’s as real as you want it to be, baby.” Maryann said.

“Oh my God.” Tara laid a hand on Maryann’s breast. The soft flesh yielded under touch, filled her palm. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I never wanted to….” She turned the pink nipple between her fingers, warm and pliant. A drop of milky fluid leaked out.

“It’s for you, Tara. It’s everything your mother could never give you. All she had to offer was liquor and vomit, piss and blood and tears but I have milk for you. Milk to make you strong and whole.”

Tara touched her finger to the drop of milk, tasted it. It was sweet and rich like melted ice cream and tingled like electricity on her tongue.

“Drink,” Maryann urged.

“This is crazy,” Tara said but she gingerly licked at Maryann’s nipple. It was so good, pure, fresh and potent. Tentatively she sucked, began to drink. She could feel it in her body, the way alcohol makes you warm from the inside but so much stronger and instead of feeling intoxicated, she felt alive. Maryann was stroking her wet hair and Tara found herself clutching onto the other woman, hands dug into her thighs, practically lifting her up as she sucked deeper and harder, more and more greedily. Maryann was moaning and Tara felt herself trembling, convulsing. It felt like an orgasm that included every inch of her body and her being, the air itself seemed to shimmy and quiver in ecstasy.

She woke up hungry, tangled in the sheets. Just a dream but what was it trying to tell her?

That Maryann had what Tara needed?

That Maryann was more than she seemed?