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Molly hated it when her husband worked late, even more so after she'd given birth. Alone at night with a four month old wasn't exactly on her list of wants but what was she supposed to do? With the new baby, Carl needed that job more than ever so if his boss said jump he'd ask how high.

The black and white cow woman sighed as she flicked through the channels, wondering if maybe she shouldn't just go to bed. It was only eight thirty but she was bored and, besides, extra sleep wasn't exactly a bad thing when you have to get up several times in the night to feed and change a baby. She turned off the TV and was about to get up when she nearly jumped out of her skin at the loud banging coming from her front door. Her heart began to race as her mind started to run twice as fast. Who could that be at this time of night? Maybe it was someone hurt asking for help? There could be someone bleeding out on her stoep at that very moment. But more likely it was a deranged axe murder looking for his next victim. Yup, definitely an axe murderer.

Molly looked at her cellphone on the nearby coffee table, ready to grab for it and call for help when an all too familiar voice called from outside, "Hey, Mol, you in there? It's your favourite teddy bear here for a visit!"

"She is so dead," Molly said through gritted teeth as she stormed up to the front door and swung it open, ready to give the person behind it a piece of her mind when large, hairy arms wrapped themselves around her and pulled her into a massive hug.

"How's my Molly Moo doing, ey? Damn, it's been ages," the visitor said with a laugh as Molly wriggled out of her grip.

Molly took a step back and smoothed out her dress, all the while glaring at the woman in front of her. Said woman was a tall, well muscled grizzly bear in ripped jeans, a leather jacket and a dark red crop top that showed off her abs in the best kind of way. Molly tried not to stare at the exposed fur, instead choosing to glare at the bear's grinning face as she said, "What the hell do you think you're doing? It's the middle of the damn night!"

"You never seemed to mind my nighttime visits before," her visitor said with a wink.

Molly's cheeks grew pink as she fumbled over her next words, "Y-you can't do this anymore, Anya. Showing up to paw at me whenever you want and then leaving...it has to stop."

"Would you prefer I stay after the pawing instead?" Anya said with a cocky smirk. Molly wanted to wipe that stupid look right off of her stupid face. But before she could tell the bear off of her property, Anya's features grew softer as she said, "Come on, Molly Moo, we haven't seen each other in ages. So, how about you invite me in and we have a nice, long chat, ey?"

"There's a reason we haven't seen one another in so long," Molly said, wanting to sound harsh but the venom just wasn't there. As much as she hated herself for it, she had missed the grizzly. It'd been almost a year since they'd last spoken face to face, after all. With a heavy sigh, Molly turned around and walked towards the kitchen, not needing to say anything for Anya to follow.

As she heard the door close behind them, Molly couldn't help the feeling she'd let a snake into her home. To say the two's history was messy and complicated would be an understatement. Molly knew letting Anya back in was a mistake but, honestly, she should have know this would happen. No matter where she went or for how long, Anya always found her way back to her Molly Moo.

"There's some beer in the fridge if you want," Molly said when they entered the kitchen, her turning on the kitchen and taking out a mug. "Unless you also want some tea?"

"No thanks, babe," Anya responded, her head already in the fridge. She took one of the cans one the fridge, popped the cap, and took a massive swig of it before pulling a face and adding, "Geez, what's this crap your hubby buys? It's like fucking bubbly piss."

"He says all beer tastes the same to him so he just buys the cheapest."

"Tastes the same? Bullshit. What the hell kind of guy did you marry?" Anya said, taking another drink. It being 'bubbly piss', apparently, wasn't enough for her to stop drinking. Free beer was still beer Molly guessed.

Molly turned her nose up at Anya as she said, "What kind of man I married is the kind to support his family. Who gets a job he hates but does it anyway because he has a baby at home and-and..." Molly stopped herself and sighed before looking Anya dead in the eye and saying, "But you don't care about any of that, do you? Anya's only ever cared about Anya, after all."

The bear woman froze, the can just brushing her lips, before putting it down on a nearby counter with a sigh. She then stepped into Molly's personal space, looking down at the plump cow woman, a look of something on her face that she couldn't quite read. A normal person might have read it as sadness or regret but that couldn't be it. Anya was always happy and never regretted shit. She lived for the moment, any mistakes or misnomers made quickly ignored.

Anya raised a large hand to cup Molly's cheek. The cow, against her better judgement, leaned into the touch. With a soft smile, Anya said, "Okay, I've fucked up a lot in the past but we had some good times, didn't we? Remember when we stole Principal Ripley's car, parked it in the woods and fucked in it all night? Or how when we graduated, we immediately packed up our shit and traveled across the country? We barely had two cents to our names and slept under so many freeways but it was amazing, wasn't it? Just you, me, and the open road."

"What're you trying to get at, Anya?" Molly huffed, the hand on her cheek beginning to grow more annoying than comforting.

"What I'm saying as that we could do that again. Drop the housewife bit and come with me. I'm in town for a gig. Once I get paid we can go! Just the two of us like old times."

Molly knew she should feel angry for Anya telling her to abandon her husband and child but all she felt was sad, sad for Anya and the situation she was in. The two had been close all throughout high school and their early twenties but as they grew older and Molly wanted more out of life than hopping from town to town, singing in sketchy bars for watered down beer and cold chips. She wanted to settle down, settle down with Anya, in fact, but that's not what the bear wanted. Anya was a free spirit who couldn't be tied down to one place, who still had dreams of making it big as a musician, despite only getting a job two or three times a year in no name holes.

Molly sighed. They'd been through this song and dance many times before. Anya showed up every now and again to beg for Molly back, with every time being a resounding no. "I'm not leaving my baby just because you want someone to go on a road trip with," Molly said as she wrapped her fingers around Anya's wrist, moving her hand away from her face.

"Bring him then!" Anya blurted out.

"You hate kids," Molly said with a roll of her eyes.

"But it's different if it's your kid," Anya said as she pulled her wrist from Molly's grip and now held a hand to each side of her face. She leaned in even closer, her nose how brushing against Molly's. The cow felt her breath catch in her throat as Anya gave her an almost hungry look. "He's a part of you, the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

Molly scoffed at her but her heart wasn't quite in it. She loved her Carl more than anything but one smoldering look from that bear would always make her weak in the knees. Anya then closed her eyes, tilted her head, and then they were kissing. Molly didn't even try to fight it. This was always how it went. They'd argue, Anya would give her a look, and then the next thing she knew, Molly was bent over the nearest smooth surface, getting the fingering of her life. Every time Molly would tell herself that it was the last, that she'd just slam the door in her face next time, but several months later and they'd start the cycle all over again.

After what felt like an eternity, Anya finally pulled away and with a smirk said, "Fuck, I've missed that. I've missed these, too." She then proceeded to let go of Molly's face to instead focus on her breasts, gently cupping one in each hand. "Damn, babe, your tits were always massive but have they gotten bigger? Oh, and I see you're not wearing a bra, either."

"Of course they're bigger. They're full of milk," Molly said with a scowl. "And I'm not wearing a bra at the moment because they're super sensitive right now and I don't want all the extra material rubbing against them."

"Sensitive, you say?" Anya gave her a big, toothy grin and that was the moment Molly knew she'd fucked up.

Anya gave her tits a harsh squeeze, the palms or her hands pressed right against her sensitive nipples. Molly couldn't help but gasp as what felt like milk leaked from her, soaking through the thin material of her dress and onto Anya's palm. The bear then raised her now slightly damp hand to her face, giving it a once over before bringing it up for her muzzle and gave her hand one, slow lick of her tongue.

"Don't do that! It's disgusting!" Molly blurted out without thinking.

"Why? We all drink titty milk when we're babies. It's just now I can enjoy it more," Anya said with a laugh.

Molly was about to retaliate when Anya pulled down the straps of her dress. "What're you doing?" Molly asked, little conviction in her voice.

Anya tugged more at her dress, Molly's breasts falling out as the top of her outfit was pulled down to around her waist. Anya licked her lips at the sight and said, "They look just as juicy as I remember them. I wonder if they taste as good as I remember, too."

Anya bowed her head and wrapped her lips around one of Molly's leaking nipples. She gasped as Anya swirled her tongue around the little pert nub before before giving it a light suckle. Molly could feel the milk being pulled from her, moaning softly at how different it felt when it was Anya doing it compared to her little one.

After only two quick sips, Anya let go and, licking her lips, said, "Sweet. Not gonna lie, Mama, you've got the best drink in the whole town."

Molly blushed at the new name, muttering, "Stop it, you idiot."

Anya latched onto her tit again while one of her hands gave Molly's free breast a light grope. Molly moaned as milk dribbled down Anya's fingers and her throat. The amount she got was apparently not enough for the greedy bear so her next action was to squeeze the milk giver as hard as she could. Milk sprayed out across the room, Molly yelping in a mixture of surprise and arousal.

"Fuck, that shot far. Damn, it even hit the fridge. Ten points!" Anya laughed.

"Stop yammering and keep sucking," Molly snarled before grabbing the back of the bear's head and shoving her face back onto her breast. Anya seemed shocked at first but with a smile she went right back to business.

Molly let out a content sigh as Anya continued to suckle and grope, milk squirting across the room and overflowing her mouth, dribbling down her chin. In the back of her mind, even though she told herself otherwise, she knew the night would end with Anya's hands on her bare breasts. She just didn't know she'd be suckling her like a cub at the time. The sad part was that she fucking LOVED it.

"Keep going. Don't stop," Molly groaned as each grope and suck sent a jolt of pleasure down to her groin.

"Wasn't planning on it, Mama," Anya mumbled through a mouthful of milk and nipple.

Anya's arm, face and Molly's belly and dress were now soaked with milk. The fridge wasn't looking so good either. She swore Anya was aiming it that way on purpose, trying to get some kind of high score in whatever game she'd made up in her head. Molly bit her lip and her knees quivered at a particularly hard suck that made Anya's teeth graze along the skin of her bud.

"Damnit, Anya. You know I hate you, right? Barging into my house, half undressing me, and pawing at me like I'm some kind of toy," Molly said through gritted teeth as she tried to hold back her moans.

Anya's lips let go of her and she pressed her face up to the cow's again. The fur around her mouth was dripping with milk, a sight that looked incredibly lewd to Molly's pleasure addled mind. Without a single word, Anya's lips were on hers, tongue immediately finding a home in her mouth. Molly's only thought was, "It really is sweet."

Their night only escalated from there, ending in the bedroom. Molly knew she would have to change the sheets before Carl got home. A little leakage was normal but how on earth would she explain how their duvet became absolutely soaked in milk? Not to mention other things...

"We can't do this again," Molly said as she lay on the bed, tangled in Anya's arms, both sticky with milk.

"Sure, Mama, whatever you say."

Anya wore this cocky grin on her face that Molly just sighed. This was definitely going to be their last time together. Anya wouldn't roll back into town a few months later and they wouldn't end up in bed again. Molly groaned as she buried her face into Anya's soft fur. She wasn't a very good liar.