TITLE: Drink Me Up…Pezberry.

Glee Pezberry Shipping…lactation kink! Sudden random g!p Faberry out of the blue. Whhhhaaa-t? Is it sweeps week again?

Author:Ladyfun9. With a shout-out to my retired "ghost writer" pal, A4

Disclaimer: Glee…not owned by me, my family, or anyone I've ever known. Don't own the medical practice of Dr. Kendarrr either.

Setting: Its sectionals and all the ladies are out on the town…except for two. The hotel room at Sectionals affords the good Samaritan within Ms. Lopez an opportunity to lend a helping mouth…er, hand, where it is needed most. Subsequent defervesence into total smut.

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Hopefully this ties it up for the "what happened ever after?" Sorry for the non-sequesters, and sincerely sorry for the language mangling, someday I'll beta. However, I'll go mano-a-mano with anyone on the medical physiology of lactation…Don't take me on. ;) Any future fic recs, shout outs, criticisms, dissertations, or monosyllabic chants are welcome. Thx for the encouragement along the way.

Thank you, it's been fun…Pezberry Peace Out.

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EPILOUGE

"Babes!"Rachel called up, sweetly, to the top of the empty stairwell. "Hurry up! It's almost time for our semi-annual date!"

"I'm coming!"

"We don't want to be late like we were last July. As you know, I HATE being late."

"Mama, you're not a very good diva." A small voice chimed in, one that accompanied a set of very startling brown eyes that were extremely serious at the moment.

"Oh, really? Why is that, Bella?"

"You're too prompt. WAAAAAYYYYtoo prompt. Diva's come on their own time."

Rachel huffed.

"As I've explained to you, Bella, many times, that's actually an 'urban myth.' It's not the DIVA that does that…nay,"she said, raising her hand to her forehead with mock theatrics. "…rather, it is the unprofessional! The flash-in-the-pans, generally devoid of lasting talent, wanna-be DIVAs that resort to that …stunt. "

She marched around the room, still with the hand on the forehead. She was now speaking with what could only be vaguely interpreted as a British accent. " They, the abecedarian, need a diversion from their actual lack of ability. They will never be true "stars". Remember, "STARS shine brightly…

"…and shine ON TIME."A chorus of three children, and one adult emerging from the top of the stairwell, finished her sentience in unison.

Rachel blushed.

"Oh…perhaps I've mentioned that before." She laughed, hesitantly.

"Once or twice…." intoned the oldest girl, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She swept her hand to her forehead as well."..AND, if I must say…. in all honesty, how the hell did you get nominated for an Academy Award?"

The adult quickly walked down the stars and moved to Rachel's side.

"Well, you keep saying it, dear. As many times as you like." The beautiful woman, who appeared in the room and commanded it effortlessly, kissed Rachel on the lips. "We all love to hear OUR Diva say it. And if I might add, we could all use a little reminding of it-"she cast a warning glance at her oldest daughter, silencing her with a look. "Shall we go?"

As the couple headed out, the beautiful madre hissed in a low voice to her oldest in passing, "Lucy, if you ever disrespect your mother like that again, especially when she's already stressed out enough with her Oscar campaign, I will personally make sure you don't make it to 18. Do not fuck this up for her."

Sometimes, Lucy was so much like the mother she was named after…

xo

"This is kind of a sucky date, you know."

"Well, first of all, it's your fault we're here. We'd have a better semi-annual date than this if it weren't for YOU…. and your lips. If you didn't have to BE on me all the time, we wouldn't be here ….you, and your needy, needy lips…"Rachel said, teasingly.

The woman's eyes smoldered as she watched Rachel unbuttoning her top, slowly.

"so… needy."

She couldn't take it anymore. With cat-like movements, she crossed the distance of the room, grabbing Rachel and forcing her down. With a hunger, she latched on to Rachel's right breast—always her favorite—and began sucking … hard.

"Fuck…."Rachel groaned.

"Oh, god, you're letting down…again. Didn't I empty you completely right before we left?"

Rachel threw her head back and groaned, pressing her lovers' head deep towards her breast. "l….yesss..ugh….need you….need less talking…more sucking….mmmm. Oh, Fuck!"

Rachel gasped, as the woman renewed with fervor, the rough ministrations of her experienced mouth on her bruised nipple. She was simultaneously manipulating her left nipple, and mincing the entire breast forcefully, until she was rewarded with the sight of a stream of milk, shooting out of one of Rachel's left ducts…she was free flowing. Damn, her tits were full… full! Again. Lifting her head, she milked Rachel's breasts until she could watch the milk flow from both. She groaned as she felt her wetness pooling between her legs, ruining a very expensive suit.

She continued to milk Rachel, making Rachel whimper, and she issued a low growl.

"I swear to God, if we weren't on our "date," I would pound your pussy so fucking hard you'd forget your own birthday…."

"Do it."

"No!"

"Do it, Santana Lopez-Berry, Esquire. Fuck me."

"First of all, call me 'your honor'….now get ready to do the 'all rise'-ing for me now…"

The door swung open, with not even a knock. A large, unsightly rather oblong looking man appeared "Hello Ms. Berry-Lopez. I'm Dr. Dimedroper, here to give you the results of your tests. I'm afraid your tests are abnormal."

There was a pregnant pause.

"They're always abnormal . That's why we're here."Said Santana annoyed. "Cut to the chase. How do they compare to June's?"

Ignoring the request, the doughy man ploughed on. "When did your galactohrea begin?"

"Technically, when I went through puberty at thirteen. But it would only be for a day or two around the start of my period. I got pregnant and miscarried when I was eighteen, and following that event, that's when things really changed."

Santana inadvertently snorted next to her.

"I had an abnormal breast exam, two years later, and had my first mammogram, and voila! Here I am."

He began to launch in about "radical surgical rescission for breast carcinoma" and other medical gobbldigook, as Santana's jaw dropped in horror at the imbecile before her. Mercifully, there was a knock on the door.

An attractive woman, roughly Rachel's height, confidently entered the door. "Thanks, Louis. I'll take this one."

He turned bright red. "Dr. M! I was almost done with the history-taking."

"Really? Through the door, it sounded like a lot of you talking…perhaps history-giving is what you meant." Santana laughed. The physician continued politely, " Actually, Dr. Bell has a follicle harvest he would like you to scrub in on… starting in five mikes."

The young man scurried out the door.

"I'm sorry, ladies. Eager residents; we all have to learn at some point! However, for him, not today, not on you…two. So. I'm "Dr. M" or Doctor Carly Manning, as they call me," she said as she shook both of their hands firmly. "Lovely to meet you, Ms. Berry-Lopez, and, of course, Your Honor."

"Please call me Rachel. Her…" she said, as she gestured at Santana,

"T.B.D. Don't worry, I'll earn my stripes with that one."Dr. M winked at Rachel. Rachel laughed. Santana raised an eyebrow.

"Who are you, again?"Santana asked, warily.

"I am who they call…when they've called everyone. In short, when they cannot solve what the hell is going on."

"Like House." Rachel offered.

Santana murmured, disapprovingly.

"Sort of….but just for breasts and their pathophysiology. Don't worry, I'm boarded, your honor. Gyn-Onc, Repro-Endo, and even Medical Genetics. So, let me recap your history, Rachel, for my records, and correct me if I'm wrong… You had nipple leakage since menarche, pregnancy, loss of conception at 18 and resulting full blown galactohrrea that has continued until pregnancy with your twins at 32. Then you had cessation," she said as she scribbled furiously in the chart, "coupled with prolactin levels all over the place. Hmmm."

She narrowed her eyes at them, and continued reading and speaking aloud.

"Radiology showed no crainopharyngeoma….abnormal mammograms with galactoceles in rotating locations…no bloody discharge. No other hormonal imbalance. No medications contributing to the possible side effect profile. Well…."

She turned to face them.

"Is that an accurate summary?"

"That's pretty much it, Dr. Manning. Pretty accurate."

She leveled a stare at them, kindly. "Sooooo… how long have you two had what we call an 'Adult Nursing Relationship'?"

Santana's jaw dropped open. And then she turned scarlet red.

Dr. Manning laughed out loud. Rachel joined in.

"It's not as unusual as you are imagining it out to be, "reassured the doctor, causing Santana's red to go to crimson. "It has a lot of pros- why, I bet you're never sick."

"Never." Squeaked Santana.

"There ya go! Immunity. However…But…The only thing I think I can't figure out, is…and this is beyond the scope of my consult, so feel free to say buzz off- is this: how do you have a 100% genome match with your twins and the parenteral alleles, AKA the two of you, and a 0% match with your oldest daughter? All three are adopted."

Rachel and Santana looked at each other.

"Well, um….we adopted all three because of being gay parents, to protect both parents rights. We, um…have a biological relationship with the twins."

"Obviously. You have a 100% identical genetic match. I would call that a "biological relationship." So.. who was the lucky one that carried them?"

"That would be me. "chimed in Rachel, raising her hand.

Santana swatted it down. "Teachers' pet." She grumbled.

Dr. M chuckled. "Your chart says you used IUI fertilization. You used donor sperm. Normally, I when I see this, it would commonly be a donor brother of the non-carrying bio parent. No big deal. There's just one problem."

"That is?"Santana said, crossing her arms.

"Well, Judge Berry-Lopez, you are rather famous around here, just like your wife. A lot is known about you, including the fact you are an only child."

Santana let out a low breath. She was good.

"So, girls, how did you do it?"Dr. M said, evenly.

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xo

Rachel felt her toes going numb.

Are you fucking kidding me? She thought. I'm being fucked until my feet go numb? How is that possible?

Before she could postulate for too long, she felt her head ramming into the head board.

"Ow!" She said.

Then she was forcefully gripped and moved several inches down the bed, as she felt herself being thrust into again with similar force.

"Ahhhowwww….God! Are you trying to break me, Santana?"

"Mmmmm… you couldn't break that little pussy of yours if you tried, babe. It likes to open so wide for me."

Santana continued to thrust into her, violently. When San got in a mood like this, there was no talking her down. There was just NO talking in general.

Santana pulled her long, thick shaft out of Rachel until just the very tip remained, and rammed her full length back into her. She continued to do that …. Full retreat….full entrance. Santana said it was because "she loved penetrating Rachel" so much.

Rachel gasped. She felt San hit her special spot hard…over and over….and somehow, impossibly, Rachel was coming again, despite the fact that's all she had been doing all day, was coming. Lucy was at her grandparent's for the weekend, and Rachel knew that meant she would be getting poked like a pincushion all weekend.

Rachel's walls began to spasm as she felt herself being literally pounded into another organism.

"Oh fuck, baby girl, just my shaft is making you come…again? You're my cock whore, aren't you? Don't even need clit."Santana said, while licking her lips.

"Ohhh….God! Oh, God, fuck me, Santana…"

"Not many women can do that….come over and over from just their hole….but not many women have….THIS." She said with emphasis, as she full-shafted her, feeling her balls touch Rachel's skin. She was so deep into Rachel she knew it must have hurt her a little bit to take all of her.

She pulled out again, just to the tip.

Rachel felt herself as she spasmed with finality, and as Santana thrust back in, feeling that immediate squeezing, it caused her erect and throbbing shaft to push through a suddenly tight hole . She was done. That sent her over the brink, and she felt her penis come undone as warm ropes of cum shot into Rachel's orifice, filling the space absolutely full. Ridiculously full. She continued to thrust hard despite softening slightly, so Rachel would feel all the aftershocks. She wondered how many pounds of cum she had dumped in Rachel today.

"Fucking God…ugh! So. Fucking. Good! Your hole is so fucking good, Rachel."

Without pulling out, she turned them on their sides.

"Gimme my titties."she said, as she kneaded Rachel's breasts and started to suck Rachel's right nipple in her mouth. Rachel gasped as she stroked Santana's hair; she knew she would be conked-out soon. This is what happened; Santana would fuck her within an inch of her life, then once she put her mouth on her breasts, and nursed…she would fall asleep for at least an hour.

She would continue to nurse, even in her sleep! Rachel couldn't pull out her nipple – Santana would have them in a vice grip. Well, suck. Then, after nursing, she would wake up, horny as hell and pissed off about it.

She was relentless with how much she wanted to have sex with Rachel. It was as though she wanted to fuck every single memory of anyone else…ever! out of Rachel's head.

And Santana was HUGE. In length. In girth. And she was "huge" in the stamina department, too. And she secretly loved it when she tore Rachel up a little when she first entered her each time they had sex for the day. Because she always knew she was going to replace that pain with so much fucking pleasure.

And similar to Quinn before her, she was also becoming quite a pig. While it made her unbelievably successful as a lawyer, it was not making her a very good spouse.

Despite her testosterone poisoning, she remained unbelievably faithful to Rachel. The idea of giving her meat to any other lady made her want to puke. So, she rationalized that this equated to being a 'good' spouse. Beyond that definition, she found herself not caring as much, just so long as Rachel would still spread her legs, which she always did. Time was measured for Santana between winning cases and Rachel spreading her legs. Everything else was filler. She blamed it on her side effect…It's just that she was always so hard, and needed to do something about it…and it was her fault! Rachel would talk, and it would make her hard. Hold up Lucy's accident report from day care, made her hard…open baking soda, made her hard. Hell. Everything she did made her hard.

She found herself not really listening to the words Rachel was saying anymore, just wondering when she would be done so she could stick her dick down her throat and get deep-shafted.

God, Rachel had a fucking ass-kicking, gag defying mouth. "Would it be too rude if she did it while she was still talking?" She wondered to herself.

"Naaaah." She said out loud, as she unzipped her pants and began to strip from her boxers.

"…So then I said—wait! What? Santana! What are you doing?"

"You." She replied, as she pushed Rachel to her knees. She pried open her mouth and thrust her erect cock into it….then gripped the back of her head, as though to 'encourage' her to continue. Rachel stopped speaking, and began bobbing her head up and down her member.

'Ahhhhhh. There she goes…mmmm. Finally!' Santana thought. ' Yeah, like that….suck my dick nice and hard like that …. with your mouth that wants to suck me all day…mmmmm… So fucking good.' Santana groaned, as Rachel began to take her in deep, up and down the glistening, very erect, shaft.

She twitched. Santana knew it wouldn't be long before Rachel would be eating a nice Sanny Cum Pie, swallowing it all, if she knew what was good for her…

Xo xo

Of course, they told the PG version to Dr. Manning.

After the awkward, very watered down telling of the story to an actual medical professional, they expected a horrified look on her face. Instead, Dr. M was just calmly nodding.

"I see. That explains how you got sperm for the twins. What about your eldest—what was her name, Lucy?"

"Yes, Lucy. Lucy is NOT a biological child, but she's our child, just the same. Lucy was a one night stand, from a friend of ours hooking up with another friend of ours. The bio mother asked us to take care of her for the summer, as she had just started with the Ailven Alley company summer stock. They left for a U.S. tour on the day after she handed over Lucy to us. Unfortunately, that was the.." Santana words faded.

"…tour bus that crashed."Rachel held Santana's hand, firmly.

Lucy represented so much to them, good and bad. She had so much of her parents in her it wasn't even funny. Santana continued, after a moment. "Rachel knew that Quinn was the other parent, but didn't tell me…at Brittany's request. She didn't want anyone to know, especially Quinn. Well, Quinn came back from overseas, tried to blow into town and steal my woman-and she saw little Lucy, and well, she just looked like the spitting image of Beth."

"Who's Beth?"

"the baby she gave birth to. That she gave away to Rachel's biological mother."

"O-kay. Wow. I'm going to stop writing now." The doctor looked up. "You know, I don't think we need everything in the medical record. More is less, I always say."

The women looked gratefully back at the doctor.

"However, keep going, but only if you want to. I'm listening."

And listen she did. They told her in spurts of how Quinn knew, just KNEW, that Lucy was somehow hers; she wore Rachel down until she confessed. Quinn knew she had a second chance to be a mother—but her "side effect" had taken over so much of her life and maintaining it had really changed who she was. Now, she wanted to be a mother and go back to who she used to be once upon a time. So, she attempted to reverse the effect of the testosterone with estrogen/progesterone and oxytocin but the sudden cycling of hormones that had been so dormant coupled with the lack of free testosterone and cortisol sent her body spiraling, and she crashed. Her blood pressure dropped, and she never left the ICU. Made worse was that the "real Quinn" had come back; and was in her fledgling stages of making up with her friends—including Santana and Rachel.

She was so apologetic to Rachel for what a total jackass she had been to her. 'Testosterone poisoning', is what she blamed it on.

When Quinn's will was executed, it was obviously pre-Lucy, as everything was left to Rachel. It paid for Rachel's performing arts school loans, San's law school, and Lucy's day care in the early years. What it also left them, was a small key to a lock box, which Rachel and Santana found was populated with home movies and a note that said, "these are the only copies. I promise'. As a result, the whole story came out to Santana, and she was horrified at first. She vomited. Yes, she kept watching them. Over and over.

Then she became possessed. SHE wanted to do the same thing, the 'anything-you-can-do,-I-can-do- better' phenomenon they had had all through high school. She ultimately hunted down the witch doctor that Quinn's sister had recommended, scaring him into to giving her a double dose of whatever it was…and had her resulting "side effect", to which she was very pleased about. Unfortunately, this was without talking to Rachel….first.

Yet somehow, Rachel remained madly in love with her. They survived the initial shock, and after all, they were married…with a child. And they did want more children, despite the time constraints of Rachel's Broadway career and Santana's killer case load.

This was coupled with the fact they were actually involved, hands-on parents—so they were tired.

Then came…the side effect.

Fortunately, Rachel knew better this time. She quickly tired of Santana's antics. Santana protested that it was "just to have a biological child with the woman she loved." So Rachel, the spitfire, forced her to bank her sperm, and refused to have sex with her again until she was 100% a woman. And waited it out. Santana ultimately caved. Rachel found an endocrinologist in NY that helped withdraw Santana safely and monitored her….and the rest is history. They then moved out to California because Rachel was offered –and took- a weekly television series, in which she won two (out of a possible four) Emmys; and she took her first non-singing part in a small movie and was rewarded for her stretch by garnering a nomination for an Academy Award right out of the gate.

Santana, well, Santana was Santana. She arrived in California, guns blazing. She refused to take the modified California bar for reciprocity, demanding to take the full bar, and aced it. "That's a J.V. bar!" She sniffed to Rachel later. She was pissed she was the second youngest district judge but she blamed her 8 month hiatus while she recuperated from a penis. Judge Berry-Lopez quickly gained a rep as someone who was hard, consistent, and fair. People were slightly afraid to approach her bench, but were always mostly satisfied with the outcome. It was kind of like her parenting. And there were rumors she might someday be the youngest supreme court justice in California…so redemption was still possible, in her mind.

Overall, life for them was good. Hectic. Good but hectic. They still found themselves from time to time missing their two friends, painfully so, that had passed way too early. Those moments of quiet time didn't come often though, to think of B and Q, between show choir, soccer, dates, volleyball, girl scouts, trips to the principals' office, school vacation week, et cetera….

XO

"What do you attribute that—that 'good life' - to?" Dr. M asked, seriously.

After a moment, Rachel said, "Never taking each other for granted." Santana nodded, as they held each others' hands, tightly.

There was a knock on the door.

"Dr. M, you're needed on the phone right now!" The admin sounded frantic.

"Okey-dokey. Please excuse me, Rachel. And, of course, Your Honor."

"Please. Call me Santana."

The women exchanged a look.

"… and it's no problem-we'll be here, waiting."

FIN . Really FIN.