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The old woman stroked her Arcanine's frizzy, wiry mane with slow, deliberate strokes of both her long, thin wrinkled hands. With half sullen eyes, she stared deep into his amber jewels and he returned the favor, tired and thankful for the attention she was now paying him, even though the sad cause of this behavior was all too fresh and strong in his mind.

His Mistress' husband, a man as old as she whose health had been steadily declining in the recent year, had passed away a week ago that day, and they had both taken it kind of hard. Gertrude had no person to go to bed with anymore; she had no person to wake with in the morning; and she had no person to accompany her outside as she did her gardening or to greet her when she returned with the groceries. Now, she only the memories of him; and her old Arcanine that had been just as close to Walter.

"It's okay big boy." She spoke softly as her stroking turned into massaging and migrated behind his ears. "We still have each other." She continued as she pulled the large Pokémon's head to her chest and buried her nose into his mane, taking a deep breath. "Besides," she began again after a few seconds like this and moving to rubbing up and down the canine's back," I know that you miss being able to love me like we used to back when you, and I, were young and free." She closed her eyes and sighed, ceasing all movement. "We're free again."

She hugged him tightly for a moment, and he didn't dare break it because he was in tune with his mistress as much as she was with him. He knew she saw him looking at her that way so many times, how they lent him to a breeder every now and again to release all that he'd pent up waiting for the chance to rekindle the flame that once burned between them. How many pups had he fathered that he'd never know with mates he'd never now or see again all while thinking and waiting for his real desire? They had done things behind Walter's back before, but they were only one time deals in passion or occasion that served only to tease him with a vision of what could have been, once every few of his birthdays; sometimes as a present on her own; once or twice when Walter fucked up real badly, like that one time he forgot their anniversary or he was caught cheating, and she had had thoughts of leaving him that obviously never came to fruition. Now they could be together after so long of being on and off again.

Walter would have reported them out for it if they ever expressed the sexual side their relationship in a way that he'd see or notice. He was adamantly against pokephilia and thought people who were into it disgusting, and he'd often go on about it in his ramblings whenever he heard something about it in the news on TV to her and then the kids when they grew up enough to hear about that and, eventually the grandkids. It was enough to make her feel almost ashamed of what she had with Arky, but she couldn't lock it away; she couldn't have him completely taken out of her life, yet she knew what was good for her, her companion, and her family. So she stayed with that admittedly awful man for nearly fifty years, and here she was. Her kids were gone and no longer needed any protection from the collapse of their home that would have occurred if he caught her and she was sent to prison for a decade or more, and the law had even softened on her. Plus, she didn't have many good years left in her and neither did he. It was time to live for herself in the moment and stop worrying.

He hunched up to stand on all four of his cracked, ashy paws on the foot of the bed where they'd been for an hour as she took her hands off him to make room for the advance. He gently nudged her to lay down with her legs hanging off the bed and her arms above her head before nuzzling and licking the side of her neck and starting to move downward to a destination she'd only dreamt of for years since the last time they broke their chastity. "I see you're on board already, baby. Oh, I remember..." She trailed off into a gasp as she was shut up by the sudden sensation of his heavy tongue running over her slit and clit, parting her folds slightly before he started moving his way back up quickly to give his attention to her tits. They sagged and hung just a couple feet from the crotch he'd just passed but his rough treatment passed over her hardening nipples just the same. She let out a quiet yet unrepressed moan every so often as he worked, and soon she was totally reminded of those sessions, ones like these, that they had back when she was just a girl bright-eyed and out to see the world outside her village for the first time on her journey. She had received him from a local breeder whom had rejected him because he was hunting for different aspects in an Arcanine though the young pup was spry and tenacious, good for a battling Pokémon, but it would be a few years before they'd come together.

Her concentration was broken as he moved back down to give his attention to the presently saggy muff beneath him, lapping at it a few times before deciding that it was time to go deeper, but her clothes wouldn't allow it. He started tugging at her nightgown, almost ripping it in his attempt to break her free of that garment which separated their bodies. In the end, it was her that would have to do it though.

Getting up from the bed, she undressed as he watched her eagerly. His tail started to wag as she off the gown, revealing her totally naked body underneath; and he could barely wait to go as she crawled back on with a cracking in one of her many poor joints and started going to the head, him steadily following behind. Stopping just in front of her as she sat, putting her body against the headboard. She noticed his member bouncing in time with his pants and decided that she should give it some of her attention before they continued as its knot still hadn't appeared from his sheath and she was ready to finally take it, pre dripping from her excited sex.

She licked the fingers of one hand and crawled over to his red rocket to help him along; and she playfully teased. "Does this old dog need some help getting ready to mount me? Does he want granny to suck him off?"

It had been so long since he'd heard her use such naughty language on him, and he had been secretly wanting it ever since the last time she'd fucked him; he reacted with an enthused bark and thrust his hips so that his large, red dog cock flew into her face and smeared some pre on her cheek.

"Oh yeah..." she cooed softly, her mouth an inch from the tipped head of the impressive shaft as her saliva coated hand made its own way down the rest of his length to lube it and tantalize it before resting at and squeezing his knot lightly. Then, Gertrude licked the very tip of his member with her comparatively dainty tongue, and held his knot in place, causing to freeze and whine slightly as she did it again and again with glacial pacing as she just as slowly put more of the head of his penis into her mouth. With all his head behind her toothless gums, she began sucking and squeezing his knot.

"Ar..." he moaned with a shudder she could feel, but she gave him no time to rest as she continued her service. Her tongue did laps around the old Pokémon's throbbing redness as the organ rubbed where her teeth would have been, and she kept putting harder and harder pressure on his tying knot as it started to leave its sheath in the direction of the mind-throttling pleasure he was getting out of it all. Panting heavily, he rewarded her with blasts of hot air over her lower lips and a tickling, wet nose at the end of his muzzle as he took deep breaths of her pussy.

She knew he was approaching the last and didn't want to blow his load early, so she stopped. But she did so with a large amount of ceremony, slowly pulling her head back, taking her lips off the Pokémon's shaft and allowing him to take in the fact that she wouldn't bring him to orgasm on her face and the thin sheets of her and her husband's, soon to be their, bed to the response of quiet moans as she rose up from between his hocks and looked her Arcanine in the face.

Chuckling, she said. “I know you're eager, but I'm still not worn out either. I want you in me now while you still got some fight left in ya, big boy." She turned her back to him with her palms against the headboard of there large bed, and her cheek rubbing against the side. “Breed me," She almost demanded. “like a bitch in heat."

He almost didn't know what to do as she watched his mistress present her body to him like this, but years of experience and training had taught him well; and he soon deftly brought his belly onto her back and his laws paws to her breasts as his cock rubbed against her thighs and bounced with every movement of his frame and bobbed with every pulse of his racing heart. It was playfully thrust between her slick legs at first as the heavenly fluids of her sex rained on it from above and readied them both for what they knew he was about to do, what he had to do so soon.

From this playfulness, things got more serious. His humps into nothing below her jewels were soon directed upwardly into her folds, his second head peaking in and out of Gertrude's muff as it penetrated her shallowly, nowhere near where she wanted it. In a little time, though, he brought his hips closer to hers and his whole member was making deep strides through her tightening walls. At that point they were both panting, but she managed to egg him on through her coos and moans of bliss: “Oh Good Boy! Keep Going! Deeper! Deeper!"

She almost screamed in passionate outbursts as his red rocket shot closer and closer to her cervix, and Arky made his call to her through the exhaustion of this tough rutting that had only just begun.

His knot was tied and poking at her snatch with each hard thrust of his hips, as tough as the aged dog could muster; eventually, as it always did, it would lodge itself in whatever the animal was pistoning his member into and trap him inside with its shots of hot cum, but unlike so many times in the past it was in the one person he always wanted it to be in, the one that he could not seriously have for decades but was having now. He wasn't thinking of any of that though, as he bucked into her body madly in coitus with his mistress. Pleasure had robbed him of any rational thought for the moment, and it was useless for him to ponder on anything except Gertrude's tight snatch. Soon, it took the last vestige of his sex into her and made her outer lips stretch even in her old age and experience, for once causing them to tighten and her cherry to pop. She went into steep climax around his shaft, legs shaking, almost losing her grip on the bed and almost sending her down atop buckling knees as the pangs of ecstasy raged within her body.

Her new lubricant egged him forward even better than any sigh or cry in sex ever could have. It was new leverage for him to shift his meat just that much deeper to pound against her cervix with every eager hump. He was a puppy again, screwing his eyes shut and blindly making her take everything for half a minute as she basked in the last shocks of her own orgasm, only half aware of what he was doing, before he started ejaculating deep within her.

Long, hot streams of canine cum flowed directly into her womb from his seemingly bottomless spring that gushed rapids of it in seconds but soon settled down into a slow dribble that they would have to enjoy until his biology allowed him to leave her. Instead of panting, his chest now heaved slowly for each breath.

Once he had some back to his own senses, he gave her small affectionate licks on the back of her ears and began nuzzling her neck, closing his eyes and sniffing her to take it all in again. She just stayed like she was, hands held up against the wood, her legs spread wide to accommodate him, and her pussy suckling on his member for every last rope of pups. Minutes passed like that, with joy running through them both as they enjoyed each other's company and was magnified every few minutes as his knot swelled within her and unleashed a new, slow drip of semen.

Eventually, though, she got tired of staying like this, and she lowered down to lay her head on a pillow, bringing him down with her where they would stay for the next eight hours but not before she would strain his penis to turn and face her Arky, causing him to release a howl, half in pain and half in pleasure with a blast of pups prematurely into her womb. After that, however, they were set to sleep, Gertrude snuggling into her big Pokémon's chest for a much needed rest.