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She was always meant for big city life, with her faux-hawk blond hair and piercings out the yang. She even has a few tattoos floating about somewhere! A true city slicker this one is! \n“So… how’s life at the farm? Getting tired of the old rise and grind yet?”\nI kick off mah boots at the door and scoff.\n“Yeah, kinda, I ‘spose. It does get mighty boring to look at the same ol’ trees and the same ol’ barn. But it’s a living. I ain’t gonna complain too much.”\nI see the start of a smirk grave Molly’s lips as she plops her butt down on a fancy leather sofa, pattin’ the spot next to her. I roll my shoulders and take a big ol’ stretch before settin’ right next to her in front of one of those darn smart tvs. Wouldn’t mind havin’ one of those back at the farm.\n“You know you can always come over here if the farms becoming too droll and what-not! Heck, we can even hit up a few gay bars!”\nI give her a hearty guffaw and lay back a bit, putting my feet on a nice lookin’ coffee table. \n“Sounds nice, might hafta take you up on that.” \nI scratch my ol’ scalp before my next thought comes out. It’s been awhile since I got to reminisce with ol’ Molly. Be a shame to waste it.\n“So, I was wonderin’ if you remember that one time back on the farm when your ma’s were makin’ there special Marmalade for the county fair? Y’know, back when I was just a little chick?”\nMolly gives me weird look and shakes her head.\n“Nah, you’ll hafta remind me. My thinking machine isn’t as sharp as it once was.”\n\nI chuckle a bit, savorin’ the city slickers reaction. Confusion. A delightful, sweet treat for the soul. I start at the beginning, way back when I was 13 years old…\n\n“Molly, Molly! Lookit’ what I found!”\n\nI remember Molly smilin’, lookin’ at the number of frogs me an’ My adopted sister found, out by the pond near the old farm house, down a ways. She laughed and took ‘em out of our hands, sayin’: :Thank ya, ya young doe’s! I’ll treasure them deeply.”\n\nEven now, she keeps the offspring of our frogs in a tank, all healthy an’ whatnot. She then looks directly at me an’ says: \n“Hey, little chick, wanna have some fun?”\n First puttin’ the frogs in a tank. Then she smiles at me, lookin’ ready to rumble, as says: \n“You wanna go? I know tis’ out of the blue, but…”\n\nI puff up my chest and press my growing boobs against her:\n “ Are YOU ready, Ms. Molly? I’m ready for ANYTHIN’ you got!” \nMolly then, with a big smile on her cookid’ face, grabs my shoulders with a gentle squeeze, whisperin’ in my ear:\n“The question is are ya ready, little chick?”\nI feel her warn breath and hushed tone vibrate throughout my body as she pushes me softly to the ground, her huge tits pressin’ against my tiny raisins. I take a deep breath and smash her tits against me, pushin’ her up with as much strength as I could muster. Since she was up close, I could smell her collagen, and see her shiny grey fur. ‘dang, this girl takes care of herself!’ \nThose thoughts ran through my mind as she shoved back, rubbing her soft tits against me. \n“Dang, your strong for a little chick! Let’s see what ya can handle….”\nNot even botherin’ to interupt, my sister cheered on as Molly and I wrestled to the ground, bodies grindin’, sweat dripping from my chocolate feathers and her grey fur… it was a sight, that’s for sure. I could feel her coarse fur against my soft feathers as we wrestle in the dirt in front of my mothers ol’ barn. Mud flying, bodies grindin’, it was somethin’.\n\nI managed to grab the back of ol’ Molly’s hair (her mo hawk was long at the time) and stole a hard kiss from her. She tasted like salmon, what we ate for lunch. Instead of flinchin’ away, she shoved her tongue down my throat. I could feel her smile through the kiss on my beak. I felt her rough, calloused hands slip into my boxers. Her mighty fingers scratched and scrapped against my young clit, causing me to moan somthin’ fierce. She broke away from the kiss and said: \n“C’mon, now, little chick! I know a hen of her worth could can handle a rough patch or two, eh?” \nMolly began getting’ me all wet. With her strong muscles and poundin’ fingers! It was too much for my little ol’ body to handle. As I wrapped my arms around her thick neck, I felt a sensation I’ve never felt before; a true orgasm. As I gave her neck a love bite, she had dug her fingers into me so deep you’d think she was fishin’ for somethin’.\nMy ‘Gina clenched around her tough fingers, squirtin’ What smelled like lemon juice (had lemonade earlier), and soaked Molly’s hand thoroughly. She slid her hand out, wiping it on her ratty ol’ jeans as huffed and puffed, tryin’ to catch my breath as Molly sat up, bringing my head to her lap, stroking my comb all gentle like. I felt spasms of pleasure as she stroked my head, hearing her gravely, tender voice tell me everythin’ is alright.\n\nMy sister helped me clean up, swearing not to tell any of our ma’s about this “wrestling match”. We then ran to the ol’ barn house, getting’ to feast on wheat toast an’ Marmalade, freshly made, to boot! The whole time we were eatin’ Molly would wink at me, like we shared some kinda secret. \n\nAs I ended the story, Molly gave a hearty guffaw, and said:\n“Yeah, sounds about right! I kinda remember that! We had so much fun when you were a chick! I can’t always recall all our fun-times, but hell, at least you had fun!”\nI cracked a smile. At least I ‘ave fond memories to look back on. We continue to reminisce on past memories until the egg-yolk like sunset appears in the sky. I heave myself up from the couch, and with this last statement, I say:\n“Maybe we should wrestle again, sometime! I’d like that very much, I would!” I walk out the door, ready for our next visit.\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Grass stains and Marmalade
By TheQueerOne
Tags: Lesbians, country, butch, females, rough housing, suggestive, cub/adult, backstory, flashback

“By the law of the goddess, is that you, Roberta?”
“It sure is, Molly, it sure is.”
“By damn, you look like a mighty fine fresh spring chicken, if I do say so myself!”
“Haha, you don’t look to bad yourself, ya know, for an old broad.”
“Ha! Seems like ya still got a sense of humor! Why don’t you come inside and chat with this old lady for a bit?”
“I’d be happy to, ma'am, I d be happy to.”
It’s been a good 6 years since I’ve seen hide nor hair of Molly Skalbeck. This bear-cat has been just as elusive as a needle in a haystack. We used to be so close! Dunno what happened, but we just kinda drifted apart, like drift wood in torrential waters. Right at this moment, me and Molly are standing in front of her dinky little apartment down in the city. She was always meant for big city life, with her faux-hawk blond hair and piercings out the yang. She even has a few tattoos floating about somewhere! A true city slicker this one is!
“So… how’s life at the farm? Getting tired of the old rise and grind yet?”
I kick off mah boots at the door and scoff.
“Yeah, kinda, I ‘spose. It does get mighty boring to look at the same ol’ trees and the same ol’ barn. But it’s a living. I ain’t gonna complain too much.”
I see the start of a smirk grave Molly’s lips as she plops her butt down on a fancy leather sofa, pattin’ the spot next to her. I roll my shoulders and take a big ol’ stretch before settin’ right next to her in front of one of those darn smart tvs. Wouldn’t mind havin’ one of those back at the farm.
“You know you can always come over here if the farms becoming too droll and what-not! Heck, we can even hit up a few gay bars!”
I give her a hearty guffaw and lay back a bit, putting my feet on a nice lookin’ coffee table.
“Sounds nice, might hafta take you up on that.”
I scratch my ol’ scalp before my next thought comes out. It’s been awhile since I got to reminisce with ol’ Molly. Be a shame to waste it.
“So, I was wonderin’ if you remember that one time back on the farm when your ma’s were makin’ there special Marmalade for the county fair? Y’know, back when I was just a little chick?”
Molly gives me weird look and shakes her head.
“Nah, you’ll hafta remind me. My thinking machine isn’t as sharp as it once was.”

I chuckle a bit, savorin’ the city slickers reaction. Confusion. A delightful, sweet treat for the soul. I start at the beginning, way back when I was 13 years old…

“Molly, Molly! Lookit’ what I found!”

I remember Molly smilin’, lookin’ at the number of frogs me an’ My adopted sister found, out by the pond near the old farm house, down a ways. She laughed and  took ‘em out of our hands, sayin’: :Thank ya, ya young doe’s! I’ll treasure them deeply.”

Even now, she keeps the offspring of our frogs in a tank, all healthy an’ whatnot. She then looks directly at me an’ says:
“Hey, little chick, wanna have some fun?”
 First puttin’ the frogs in a tank. Then she smiles at me, lookin’ ready to rumble, as says:
“You wanna go? I know tis’ out of the blue, but…”

I puff up my chest and press my growing boobs against her:
 “ Are YOU ready, Ms. Molly? I’m ready for ANYTHIN’ you got!”
Molly then, with a big smile on her cookid’ face, grabs my shoulders with a gentle squeeze, whisperin’ in my ear:
“The question is are ya ready, little chick?”
I feel her warn breath and hushed tone vibrate throughout my body as she pushes me softly to the ground, her huge tits pressin’ against my tiny raisins. I take a deep breath and smash her tits against me, pushin’ her up with as much strength as I could muster. Since she was up close, I could smell her collagen, and see her shiny grey fur. ‘dang, this girl takes care of herself!’
Those thoughts ran through my mind as she shoved back, rubbing her soft tits against me.
“Dang, your strong for a little chick! Let’s see what ya can handle….”
Not even botherin’ to interupt, my sister cheered on as Molly and I wrestled to the ground, bodies grindin’, sweat dripping from my chocolate feathers and her grey fur… it was a sight, that’s for sure. I could feel her coarse fur against my soft feathers as we wrestle in the dirt in front of my mothers ol’ barn. Mud flying, bodies grindin’, it was somethin’.

I managed to grab the back of ol’ Molly’s hair (her mo hawk was long at the time) and stole a hard kiss from her. She tasted like salmon, what we ate for lunch. Instead of flinchin’ away, she shoved her tongue down my throat. I could feel her smile through the kiss on my beak. I felt her rough, calloused hands slip into my boxers. Her mighty fingers scratched and scrapped against my young clit, causing me to moan somthin’ fierce. She broke away from the kiss and said:
“C’mon, now, little chick! I know a hen of her worth could can handle a rough patch or two, eh?”
Molly began getting’ me all wet. With her strong muscles and poundin’ fingers! It was too much for my little ol’ body to handle. As I wrapped my arms around her thick neck, I felt a sensation I’ve never felt before; a true orgasm. As I gave her neck a love bite, she had dug her fingers into me so deep you’d think she was fishin’ for somethin’.
My ‘Gina clenched around her tough fingers, squirtin’ What smelled like lemon juice (had lemonade earlier), and soaked Molly’s hand thoroughly. She slid her hand out, wiping it on her ratty ol’ jeans as huffed and puffed, tryin’ to catch my breath as Molly sat up, bringing my head to her lap, stroking my comb all gentle like. I felt spasms of pleasure as she stroked my head, hearing her gravely, tender voice tell me everythin’ is alright.

My sister helped me clean up, swearing not to tell any of our ma’s about this “wrestling match”. We then ran to the ol’ barn house, getting’ to feast on wheat toast an’ Marmalade, freshly made, to boot! The whole time we were eatin’ Molly would wink at me, like we shared some kinda secret.

As I ended the story, Molly gave a hearty guffaw, and said:
“Yeah, sounds about right! I kinda remember that! We had so much fun when you were a chick! I can’t always recall all our fun-times, but hell, at least you had fun!”
I cracked a smile. At least I ‘ave fond memories to look back on. We continue to reminisce on past memories until the egg-yolk like sunset appears in the sky. I heave myself up from the couch, and with this last statement, I say:
“Maybe we should wrestle again, sometime! I’d like that very much, I would!” I walk out the door, ready for our next visit.
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