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Being a mother was one of Royal's great pleasures in life. Aristo wasn't her first offspring, not even her second or third (in fact, he was her sixth), but she presently liked him best because he was a Growlithe, just like her first had been.

For the past few months, Royal had been nursing and preening him, protecting him instinctively, fiercely, and needlessly from her master and her mate, both of whom respectively gave the maternal Arcanine her space. Sex and even the most benign cuddles were the furthest things from her mind when her whimpering whelp was close to her, nose in her belly.

But Aristo was getting big. Although still young, all feet and an oversized head, he was becoming a handsome thing and he had his mother's fiery eyes. He also proved that he liked to play, wrestling and biting with the other Pokemon in the house, but he always came back to Royal when things got out of hand. Mom settled disputes quickly, often without having to get up. Nobody dared cross her.

It was a very dull evening when Royal found herself alone with Aristo. The master had left, taking her mate Cress the Chesnaught with him for some nighttime training down at the park. The Arcanine was content to laze about while her son played and bounced around. She didn't think much of his energy just yet; he tended to tucker out quickly and press in close to her for warmth and comfort. It was what she was waiting for then.

That night was a little more interesting than most, however. Aristo climbed on her, evoking no response. Royal was used to being his jungle gym, and she found it cute. It was when Aristo started to nose around her hindquarters that her dozy state broke, her eyes going wide. Aristo, growling cutely, licked his mother's swollen black muff with no finesse but absolute eagerness. The Arcanine, thinking it only a matter of time before her pup discovered sex elsewhere, spread herself out so as to be more accessible by her vertically-challenged son. She sighed.

Aristo inherently understood what he was tasting and sniffing, and the more he enjoyed the taste and smell of his mother, his tonguing of her grew more vigorous. Soon he stuffed his nose into the dark fullness of her muff. Although most of the moisture was his saliva, some of it was the Arcanine's vaginal secretions. She looked over her shoulder as far as she could, smiling lazily.

The Growlithe licked upward, dragging his floppy tongue through his mother's muff and over the snug pucker of her anus. He came back to that, pushing his snout into it instinctively, perusing her musk in several quick sniffs. One more lick on her muff, and then he sat back, squirming from the awkward feeling of his erection.

Royal gave up on the struggle that was looking over her shoulder in favor of getting up and turning. She took a single look at her pup's cock and smirked. Her expression seemed to give him pause.

She knocked him over, making him squeak. He was used to be bowled over and preened and he never resisted her - not much, at least. Instead of starting with his ears and working her way down, however, she started towards his belly. With her huge, soft tongue, she slobbered and slurped his little red rocket, slathering it with drool and coaxing out more of its virgin length. Royal was pleased with the taste of her boy. His size wasn't exemplary by any means, but emotional attachment made her look past that.

As mom slurped, son squirmed and whimpered. A blissful expression made his face into a mask of pleasure, and his tongue dangled out of his maw, leaving stripes of saliva on the hardwood. He started to buck against her tongue, moving awkwardly and sliding back more than forward on the wood, but making an earnest attempt all the same. Royal eventually put a paw on him and held him still.

Hardly immune to the throes of a good fuck, Royal was getting more sloppy and rough as time went by and her boy showed more compelling signs of pleasure. A runner of honey collected on the very tip of her vulva, falling to the floor in a heavy droplet. She was pleased to know that if her master had witnessed such a galling display of sexual readiness, his face would have been in her cunt already.

Royal slurped off of her boy and nipped the fur on his chest for good measure. She spun around, dropped to the floor, held her tail high and commanded him to attention with a sharp bark.

Aristo was as prompt as he was shaky and sloppy. He mounted mother, instinct taking the wheel from him but not quite giving him the coordination he needed. His penis prodded all around her hindquarters. It notched into her anus and she grumbled, although she would have allowed that in the heat in the moment.

The Growlithe finally, with some much-needed luck, got it into the wonderfully silky split of her cuntlips and from there his entry was effortless. He slid into her, riding on a buffer of slobber and vaginal wetness which took him in all the way to the knot; Royal was so trail-worn from years of breeding that her muff readily accepted the knot and wanted more.

Of course, Aristo had no idea that his knot was supposed to be the final word in a hard fuck. Panting, he began to fuck her with the full length of his penis, knot included. His balls brushed against the smooth hardwood; his paws dug into her back for purchase and leverage. Giddy as a playing puppy, he fucked his perfect mother for everything she was worth, letting his tongue hang out as he went at it. Royal was a little less into the proceedings, having realized just fully how undersized her boy was, but to hear him so happy made her happy. She licked her jowls and nose and glanced back at him.

Soon Aristo found that he couldn't hold himself up with his front legs. He collapsed against her, but his hind legs and hips kept on going as if he had no control over them. He rutted his mother, knot popping in, popping out, popping in again with brutal speed. If he had been a full sized Arcanine, or had been even slightly grown into his current form, he would have been asking a lot of his mother; but his youthful size made it acceptable.

Royal uttered a low, grumbling noise and let her chin rest on her crossed forelegs. Minor waves of pleasure raced through her body, her fat muff stimulated nicely with each new thrust in her son's eager knotfucking. She thought ahead to when he'd be older and much, much bigger. It wasn't hard to appreciate the idea of her little pup being a big Arcanine with a suitably massive cock. Of course - and she admitted this caveat to herself with a smirk - she'd have a very difficult time getting him away from her buttslut of a master once he was mature.

Interrupting Royal's perturbation, Aristo whimpered. It wasn't a plea for help or attention as most whimpers were but a sound of utter pleasure, and Royal could tell. His ears were splayed down, his tongue pulled up tight into his maw, and he trembled violently. His bucks weren't so much that as just awkward grinds, shoving his young cock in as deep as possible and mashing his fuzzy sheath into the lips of her mound. A cocktail of drool and her honey caked the fur on and around their genitals, leaving it all matted and sticky.

The pup cried out in a yowl as he had his first climax. The bliss which raced through him made his already trembling muscles seize and tremble and ultimately buckle. He fell against the warm bulk of his mother as he shot into her, dumping his first load quickly and discretely. He had barely anything to give, and what he did shoot was watery and infertile, but the passion was there. As his semen dribbled out of his mother, he rested against her panting and shuddering.

That she was unsatisfied was of no concern to Royal. She huffed through her nostrils, smiling at the corners of her mouth. That her newest pup was such a proactive and horny thing was very encouraging. She was looking forward to raising him into a fine Arcanine, and sharing him with her master and her lover.

All of that, however, came later. Royal closed her eyes and flicked her tail. Aristo, she was all but certain, would want to go again very soon. Boys first discovering the magic of an orgasm were always so eager. She intended to get herself there the next time, and she was already thinking about how.