[b]This short story contains: Male Flareon, Female Leafeon Incest - Mother and Son[/b] ---------------------------- It was a particularly cold night. When the temperature dropped quite low, she found herself truly appreciating the company of her son. The Leafeon mother had only the one offspring, a healthy and energetic young Eevee boy who had taken a deep liking to his mother ever since the earliest part of his life, when the father had decided he was better off on his own and running off in the middle of the night. She tried not to think about it. She'd achieved closure, more or less, but it still hurt every now and then to think of what could have been. Still, she still had him - that happy boy who had grown into a handsome evolved Flareon, who by virtue of the random side of genetics had become larger than his own mother. She could still hold her own, physically, but it didn't take long for the pair to conclude that their physical labor suited him better than her, and instead the Leafeon mom took to keeping things clean and tidy while also nurturing the various greenery that adorned the area around their home - a hollowed out tree stump, impressively wide enough to accommodate the two with plenty of extra space to spare. She'd watered the plants, tended to the berry bushes they'd managed to plant by their home, and had everything nice and tidy. Flareon had brought home food and water for them to sustain their daily need, carrying it right up to mom the way he always did with a happy smile and a wag to his tail. It always made her smile right back every time. There was a simple and earnest nature to her boy that was sorely lacking in many of the other folk wandering about the forest these days. He'd decided on meat this evening, having caught some smaller weaker creature and using his natural fire typing to ensure it was well cooked. Leafeon wasn't very fond of him hunting like that, but begrudgingly agreed that it was a useful skill to have, if for no other reason than self-defense from anything that might decide to attack first. And while she might have felt just fine eating nothing but berries all her life, he most assuredly wouldn't. Personal experience taught her that much. The meal was always consumed carefully and reverently, their spot outside the den cleaned up once the two had sated their hunger and thirst. Nothing else needed attending to that evening, and it was starting to grow cold, so they retired to the inside of the tree trunk with little delay. The weather was interesting like that. Warm days had them staying out until the sun had fully vanished over the horizon. Hot days were similar, although they did take advantage of the natural shade from the unrelenting sun. Cold, however, was not a fondness for either, and in the winter both eons avoiding going outside at nighttime whenever possible. Inside he waited by their bedding, eager and wagging his tail. She didn't make him wait for long, the Leafeon laying down and stretching her legs to get nice and comfortable. Dutifully he stayed put until she was done, and all at once the fluffy fire type laid on top of his momma, covering her in fluff. It was warm. Very warm. And she never tired of it. Leafeon's muzzle rested in the fluff of his neck, purring sweetly, her son's scent soft and tender in her nose, much like her own was to the Flareon. It only took another moment for her son to wiggle atop of her, pressing a plump sheath against her slit. Leafeon smiled. He didn't do this every night, but it became much more frequent in the winter. The bigger eon hummed affectionately into his mother's ears as he cuddle-humped her backside, the hidden rod slipping free and wasting no time plunging further and further into her soft pussy with every roll of his hips. It was an unexpected development for the two, and she couldn't remember when exactly it had started. He'd recently became a Flareon and began to exhibit more mature behaviour, including some not so subtle urges. She still remembered the first time she'd stared in surprise as her son bounded up from berry gathering, happy as could be, completely oblivous to the erect cock swaying nonchalantly between his legs. There was no father to help educate the boy. Her own attempt had... well, succeeded in some ways and failed in others. There really wasn't a clearer way to explain why he often enjoyed his evenings by fucking his mom. It was almost always ludicrously innocent, too. He wasn't demanding, or perverted - he just had that happy grin, that merry tune as he rolled his hips and spread her sex around his energetically throbbing cock. To him, it was normal. It made sense. It was a fun thing he loved to do with his mother, a thing that made him feel good and her feel good too. She just didn't have the heart to teach him otherwise. It wouldn't be hard to do, he was more than old enough to understand it if she'd tried, but... they were loners. Rarely socializing, preferring the solitude of their little abode. It wasn't right to use his ignorance to fill a need her mate had abandoned those years ago. But damn if she didn't find it somehow endearing. That innocence and youthful vigor persisted all throughout the moments of his body rocking on top of her own, smearing his pre along her inner walls, slapping her rump with twin heavy balls every thrust. Every now and then his muzzle would dip, offering his momma a happy lick to the cheek, a slurp on her lips. She always answered in kind, a heated blush on her cheeks. None on his. He didn't know why it was there to begin with, but naturally assumed it was a good sign. Proper or not, morally right or not, Leafeon felt like she belonged there. Buried under warm fluff, her sex spread and tended to by that strong and rigid pink cock, itching feminine needs that could not be scratched on her own - and, in that unnatural way, tending to his own needs in the same manner, ensuring his urges and instincts to spread his seed had an outlet for him to release that otherwise restless and unhappy energy. The moment came the same way it always did - rapidly and cheerfully. Flareon lips bumped against hers with happy slurps as he knotted her in one final thrust, the female moaning softly as she felt it swell and tie as snugly as it always did. Only then did her son begin to happily cum, painting her womb white with that hot milk, his teeth affectionately nibbling on her ears with pleased growls as his momma so wonderfully tended to his throbbing cock with that heavenly squeezing pussy he so loved. Her own juices just barely leaked past the knot to mingle and wetten the fur of his emptied sack as they began to truly rest, the heat and the scent of sex filling the air around them. A familiar comfort that, as always, helped their minds to drift away into a quiet slumber. Her boy purred in his sleep as he cuddled his mother, tail wagging with a mind of its own. Her own sleep came slower, gentler, giving Leafeon time to reflect with a hint of sadness. It wasn't the life she'd hoped for, laying that one egg beside her soon-to-be-gone mate. It was lonelier, strange, making do in a world that under closer scrutiny would - she feared - shun them with disgust. The thought didn't depress her for long. How could it, with that happy and loyal fluffy Flareon boy snoozing so innocently atop her? It wasn't the life she'd hoped for, but she'd make do regardless. She had him, and he had her. That was enough.