>It’s six o’clock, dinner time!
>You excitedly bounce up to Fauna in the kitchen while she’s making herself tea
>”Ara ara, we’re impatient tonight, aren’t we? Okay then, little sapling.”
>Fauna reaches down and scoops you up in her arms, holding you close to her chest as she carries you into the living room
>Fauna sits down in her reading chair, setting aside her teacup and letting you rest on her knee
>She looks down at you and smiles, you’re just so excited it’s contagious
>Fauna reaches into her dress, pulling it down and letting her breast hang out
>The sight of her pink, erect nipple already has your leaves quivering in excitement
>”Okay then, sapling! Up you go!”
>Mommy scoops you up again, bringing you close to her breast
>You open your mouth as wide as you can, wrapping your lips around her areola, letting her nipple rest on your tongue
>You feel mommy’s hand caressing the back of your head, and you can already taste her sweet milk
>You start to quickly suckle, squeezing her breast with your mouth and tongue
>Milk starts to flow from mommy’s teat and down your throat
>”There you go… that’s a goooood sapling…”
>You feel your cheeks turn pink as warm milk fills your mouth, you gulp it down as fast as you can
>Suddenly you feel your throat tighten, an air bubble! It hurts!
>But mommy’s already patting you on the back, soothing you
>”Shh… it’s okay, sweetie… slower… slower…”
>You calm down, closing your eyes as you start to take long, slow gulps.
>Mommy’s milk is flowing quickly now. It’s gone from thin and sweet to thick and creamy, but it still tastes so good.
>Mommy starts to whisper to you.
>”That’s it. There you go, my cutest little sapling. Drink up… you’re gonna need a lot to get nice and big for mama… you’re gonna need plenty of milk if you’re gonna be mommy’s strongest sapling someday…”
>You take one last gulp of milk, filling your belly, before your lips unlatch with a soft *pop!*
>You see mommy’s red, puffy nipple. A drop of milk sits quivering on her teat, and a thin line of spittle hangs between it and your lip.
>With her napkin, mommy cleans your mouth.
>You feel so sleepy, filled with warm milk. You look up at Fauna with a hazy expression, and a small burp rumbles up out of you. Fauna giggles.
>”There you go! Nice and full! You’re such a good sapling!”
>You smile. You start to doze off in mommy’s arms. Fauna lowers you onto her lap, arm wrapped around you, and lets you lean back against her tummy. She gently strokes your face.
>”Do you need a nap? Sure you do, tired little sapling. C’mon… get nice and cozy. Mama’s not going anywhere.”
>You smile. Your eyelids grow heavy. You nuzzle up against Fauna’s sleeve, and start to doze off to sleep.
It’s good to be a sapling, bros.
