>Brad was sleeping off his erection when he heard a moan coming from down the hall.
>"Brad…" a voice called, "I need your help…"
>Brad looked over at the clock.
>It had only been 20 minutes since his impromptu blowjob
"What could she need now?" thought Brad as he swung his legs off the couch.
>He walked groggily towards her room.
>The moans grew louder as he approached the entrance to her room.
>Unsure of what he would find, he opened the door and stepped inside.
 
>"Brad…" she groaned, "It hurts…Make it stop…"
>Sweetie's face was contorted in pain and her body twitched violently.
>Her hands cradled her breasts.
>They appeared  swollen, her nipples were a dark red shade.
>Blue streaks snaked around her breasts, throbbing as blood was forced through them.
>Brad squinted and swore he saw beads of a white fluid trailing off of her pale skin.
"Sweetie," Brad knelt beside her, "What's wrong?
>"My chest," she cried, "It hurts…"
>Sweetie let out a cry, which was abnormally cute.
"What hurts Sweetie?"
>She blushed and pointed at her chest.
"Ohhh," thought Brad, "Twilight told me about this. Must be the lactose buildup."
"It's okay Sweetie," Brad said, "I'll make it all better."
>Brad leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead before leaning down to her chest.
 
>Brad breathed deeply, trying to work out his thoughts.
"It's not sexual," he thought, "Just keep calm and help her out."
>Brad clasped his hands around Sweetie's breast, a light moan escaping her lips.
>His hands fit around her tits like they were doorknobs.
>He slowly compressed the base of her breasts before slowly dragging his hand upward.
>"Oooh~" Sweetie sighed, waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"It's okay, Sweetie," he said, "Just relax."
>He swiveled his hands around the top of her boobs, gracing his hand delicately over her nipple.
>He moved his hands only slightly faster, squeezing her breasts between his hands.
>Brad began to notice the small white drops growing in size when his hands neared the top.
>Her nipples stood high, begging for something to tend to them.
>Brad leaned his head downward, bringing his lips to her nipple.
>Sweetie screamed as Brad sucked on her teat.
>"Brad," she cried, "That hurts so much…please…"
"It'll help you Sweetie, I promise."
>Brad opened his lips and took nearly half the breast in his mouth.
>Sweetie began to moan, a mixture of pleasure and pain.
>"Brad," she groaned, "I feel something moving…"
>Brad looked at her with some confusion.
"There's no way she's cumming already," he thought.
>"It's coming out…" she cried.
>Brad was shocked to feel a warm splash of fluid wash over his tongue.
>The fluid was warm, almost body temperature, and was somewhat viscous.
>It tasted incredibly sweet, a mixture of sugar and cinnamon.
>Brad was lost in ecstasy, his lips forcing as much fluid out of her as possible.
>"Oh Brad," she smiled, "That feels…so much better…"
>Brad wasn't quite done. He shifted his mouth to her other nipple and sucked hard.
>He squeezed rapidly, trying to coax the ambrosia from her body.
>He was breastfeeding, drinking her milk like a greedy infant.
>It wasn't long before Sweetie sprayed her lactate into Brad's mouth.
"God damn,"Brad thought, "This tastes amazing."
>Brad drank until her breasts shrunk about an inch.
>Her reluctantly took his mouth off of her with an audible pop.
>Sweetie lay there, her face lost in bliss.
>"Brad…" she panted, "I feel so much better now. But, what just happened?"
"You lactated, Sweetie," Brad said, licking his lips, "Perfectly natural."
>"It felt so weird…like I was feeding you…"
>Sweetie was right. It did feel weird. He had essentially drank Sweetie's milk, greedily extracting it from her like a newborn.
"Yeah," Brad rubbed the back of his head, "Feel better now?"
>"Mmhmm," she yawned, "Can I get some sleep Brad? I feel so tired…"
"Sure thing, kiddo," Brad said, turning off her light.
>"Good night, Brad," she sighed.
"Night," he said, closing the door.
 
>Brad felt incredible.
>He had just played with Sweetie's breasts, which is a gift in its own right, but he had also drank her milk.
>Sure it was a bit creepy, but it tasted so damn good.
>The more he thought about it, the harder his cock grew.
>He needed something more. One last thing before his mind was at rest.
>He would give her a half hour. Half an hour before he made his next move.
 
>It was the longest thirty minutes of Brad's life.
>When the clock struck nine, he sprung off the couch and practically ran to Sweetie's room.
>Brad exhaled and prepared himself.
>He opened the door as quietly as possible, leaving Sweetie undisturbed in her sleep.
>He looked at Sweetie with lust in his eyes, staring at her supine form.
>Brad grabbed the blanket and slowly moved it down, passing her breasts, passing her distended womb, and finally passing over her legs.
>Brad stepped back to admire her bare body.
>Even in the dark her white skin stood out dramatically.
>Her tight, somewhat swollen breasts bounced as she reacted to the cold.
>Her womb hung off her side, cradled by the mattress.
>Her slender white legs traced a path to her nethers, a small pink slit on her pale canvas.
>Brad's cock grew larger as he stared at her folds, the center of pleasure and the origin of life.
>She was lying on left side, the proper sleeping position for pregnancy.
>She was in the perfect position to be the little spoon.
>Brad stripped down to his birthday suit, freeing his erection as it pointed straight for Sweetie.
>Brad sighed as he grabbed the blanket and slipped behind Sweetie.
>He pulled the blanket over them, hiding their bodies.
>He slipped his hand to Sweetie's crotch, feeling a dry pair of lips.
>Brad wanted to get the night over with, so he took no time in fingering her.
>He rubbed his hand across her slit, progressively getting faster as her pussy lubricated itself.
>Brad heard Sweetie moan softly as he massaged her clit.
>He took his two middle fingers and eased inside her.
>Her pussy was incredibly small; Brad had to force his fingers inside.
>Her walls latched tightly to his digits, sucking them inside.
>Brad's fingers started to ache as her pussy lips loosened.
>It was much easier to finger her now, although she was still very tight.
>Brad went slow to prevent Sweetie from waking up.
>He removed his fingers from her pussy, dripping and slimy from their adventure in the cave.
>Brad decided that she was ready for him.
>He grabbed her right leg, lifting it to provide him easier access.
>He wriggled his hips closer to her's, his groin pressing against her small buttocks.
>He pressed his body close to her, his breath cascading over her neck.
>Her pussy recoiled slightly as his cock prodded her lips.
>Brad inhaled, curling his other hand around her breast.
>He moved his hips forward as he penetrated her.
>Her body recoiled and she whimpered as Brad forced his way through her canal.
>There was no hymen this time around, but her pussy seemed to resist his intrusion.
>Her walls tightly constricted his cock, trying to force his cock back out.
>Brad was too strong for the contractions to do much as he bottomed out.
>His tip pressed against her cervix, the entrance to her womb.
>Brad's cock was inches from his own child, dangerously close to it's origin.
>Brad was worried about entering the womb, but remembered what Twilight had said.
>"The fetus is protected from penetration by the amniotic sac."
>Reassured, Brad dragged his cock back along her folds and thrust back inside.
 
>Brad went slowly, easing himself inside and out.
>Sweetie stirred, moving her boy slightly to the side.
>Brad's movements rippled through Sweetie, shifting her forward with each thrust.
>He slid his hand under Sweetie, cradling her stomach.
>He traced his hand across her womb, gliding along her globe of life.
>Brad felt his child kick, fighting to protect its mother from the intruder.
>Brad wondered if his child knew it was him.
>He wondered whether or not it knew that he was ravishing her mother's body, taking her against her will.
>If Sweetie didn't accept the assault, than her body was lying to her.
>Her pussy pulsated against Brad's cock, massaging his shaft as he pushed.
>Her cervix tightened, determined to prevent anything from reaching the baby.
>Brad was upset when he felt his climax approaching.
>Sweetie's body was showing the early signs of orgasm.
>Her abs were so distended that Brad hardly noticed her stomach contracting.
>Her breasts started to expand ever so slightly, beads of milk pooling on her nipples.
>Brad focused, trying to remember everything he had read.
>All he could think of was the word oxycotin, and that it had something to do with orgasm.
>Brad felt a large well of pleasure under his stomach, a wave of electricity spreading to his limbs.
>Brad started to move faster, careful not to slam his hips into Sweetie.
>Her womb swung back and forth, sloshing the fetus around her uterus.
>Without any sort of warning, Brad felt Sweetie melt between his fingers.
>Sweetie's orgasm was light; she hardly stirred as her vaginal muscles contracted.
>Her breasts leaked of milk, much less than when Brad had tended to her.
>Brad shook his head. It was a waste of milk.
>Brad felt her walls pulsate, waves of muscle rippling up his cock.
>Brad couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed against her cervix as he came.
>Cum rocketed from his cock, swirling around her cervix.
>Brad's groin contracted, pumping continuous loads of semen into Sweetie's tunnel.
>He felt his cum pooling up inside, running up past his shaft.
>He moaned as Sweetie's pussy milked him, just as he had half an hour before.
>He felt himself go flaccid as her pulled himself out.
>Cum dribbled onto her left leg and down to the mattress.
>Brad lay there, panting heavily, listening to Sweetie's own heavy breathing.
>He could hear her heart beating quickly.
>He brought his ear to her bare stomach.
>He heard a series of tiny thumps. They seemed to match Sweetie's.
 
>Brad put his clothes back on and covered Sweetie with the blanket.
>He gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
>He left the room and went downstairs.
>He went to the thermostat and turned up the temperature.
"There," he said, "That should make the cum liquefy faster."
>Brad was incredibly thankful for Brad's tutoring, even if it was for nefarious means.
>His mind and body finally at rest, Brad looked at the clock.
>Rarity was still an hour away.
>He lay on the couch to watch some TV, but his hormones caught up with him, passing him into sleep.
 
>He was awoken by Rarity nudging him awake.
>"Hey Brad," she said, "Thanks for all your help. You can go now."
"No problem, Rarara," he laughed, "Anytime."
>"Do you think you could watch her next week?"
Brad smiled, "Sure thing."
>"Maybe you could watch the other girls too! You seem so good with her."
"I know what you mean," he said, "Sweetie was so much more affectionate today."
>"Well I'm sure she'll be happy to see you next week, Brad," she smiled, "I'll call you next time I need you."
"Alright, just one thing."
>"Oh?"
"Don't call me so early next time. A man needs his sleep."
>"I promise," she laughed, "Now run along home. You've been a big help."
>Brad waved goodbye as he went out to his car.
>He went back home with the events of that night in his mind.
>He had tricked Sweetie into sex, and she trusted him every minute.
>Brad reveled in his victory that night.
 
>Oddly enough, Brad tried to replicate the taste of Sweetie's milk, but only came close.
>He heated up a glass of milk with sugar and cinnamon added to it.
"Close," he said, "but it's just not the same."
>Brad shrugged and drank it constantly.
 
>Twilight wondered why every lunch period he added a packet of sugar and a pinch of cinnamon to his milk.
 
>She decided not to question him.