The fallen leaves rustled beneath Zack's hooves as he trotted through the forest, his eyes sweeping around the underbrush. A low growl betrayed the little blitzle's hunger, but he didn't stop moving because he still wanted to find his mom before noon. A lone aggressive luxray had stirred up the herd this morning, and they had gotten separated in the ensuing chaos, but luckily he knew where to find her whenever their paths split.

The spring where the boulders kiss, that's how the blitzle's mom always described the clearing tucked away at the foot of the grand hillside. He had spent so many long, fun hours as a foal among the bubbling waters and the pretty pink flowers, grazing, playing, prancing around that the place had burned itself into his mind, and he knew she would be waiting for him there, not too far from where the herd had rested this night. Already, the trees around him, the song of the bird pokemon, and the tickling scent of pollen in the air were feeling increasingly familiar. Now he only had to find the kissing boulders and he would be at his destination.

Eventually, a pair of gray, rocky tips protruded from the canopy, and Zack paused to look at them. Were those the boulders he was looking for? While still squinting at them, a quavering neigh pierced his ears and he jumped up with a whinnie. That sounded just like his mom! He could distinguish the zebstrika's voice from a herd of two dozen, but that couldn't be. If she was screaming like that, it meant she was in danger, and he didn't even want to humor that thought.

Not a moment later, another neigh emerged from beyond the thicket, and although it was quieter than the first, it reverberated with raw despair, sending a horrifying shiver down the colt's spine. There was no doubt anymore: it was his mom, and she was in trouble! He had to help her now! Zack whirled around and barreled through the underbrush. Branches whipped against his face and the brambles scratched along his striped pelt as he ran, every step putting him another hair's breadth away from twisting an ankle, but the anguished neighs and cries fueled his determination to keep going, and the louder his mom's voice became, the faster he galloped toward her.

Only the second before he burst out of the bushes, the blitzle realized that he couldn't help his mom if he rushed headlong into danger, and he hastily slowed down, only to trip over his own fetlocks and tumble into a berry bush. For a moment, the world flipped upside down as he lay on his back with all fours stretched out, head spinning and groaning, but he didn't stay like that for long. At the next scream already, the colt scrambled back on his hooves and nervously peeked his head out of the underbrush.

There it was! The kissing boulders and the pretty pink flowers were right before him, he had reached the right clearing, but where was his mom? He flicked his eyes around until he finally discovered the tall zebstrika beside the taller of the two boulders, and a breath of deep relief escaped him as she was all on her own, no luxray or other pokemon in sight. She seemed unharmed, too, standing upright, breathing, and… rubbing her butt against the rock? Frantically pushing back against the stone as if to rid herself of the worst itch, the colt couldn't even imagine how bad it had to be when she groaned from the deepest depths of her throat, her cry more desperate and intense than any before. Then, she reared up with fluttering legs before she slumped into the grass with a heavy thud, trembling and gasping for breath.

"Mom!" Not thinking twice, Zack barged out of the bushes and dashed toward the collapsed mare, galloping as fast as his little hooves allowed. "Mom, what's wrong?"

The stricken zebstrika snapped her head up and stared at the onrushing colt with a perplexed snort. "Zack? Zack, is that you, baby?"

"Yes! Yes, it's me! I knew I would find you here, Mom," the young stallion neighed, coming to a halt just inches in front of her. Ears flicking up and down, he craned his head toward her and greeted her with a quick lick across the muzzle before he stammered, "But i-it looks like you got h-hurt. Did the luxray scratch your butt? What's going on? Will you be okay?"

Mustering a shaky smile, the mature zebstrika nodded and returned the lick. "Don't worry about it, dear, I'm fine and happy to see you. I just had to lie down a bit after all the fuss this morning, but now that you're here, let's head back." She tried to get back onto her hooves, but she barely managed to balance herself on her forelegs for a moment before she collapsed again with a defeated snort.

"No, no, something's wrong!" Zack whimpered and walked around the mare to check on her.

"Wait, baby! Really! I'm fine," the mare assured him, but that didn't stop the concerned colt as he moved behind her.

Already before Zack reached his mom's rear, he noticed that something was different about her scent. It was still the same familiar, comforting odor that he associated with the big, affectionate mare, but it was wrapped in a thick, tangy musk that made him shiver in all sorts of ways, and oddly enough, none of it was disgust. It wasn't just sweat either because she had been way sweatier before, and now that he was close to her, the smell actually reminded him of some of the other mares in the herd.

The strange aroma was accompanied by an equally curious sight because while the colt didn't find any scratches on the zebstrika's butt, she was soaking wet in between her butt cheeks. The glistening layer of sweat on her black and white fur still made sense to him — he was just as sweaty and exhausted from galloping to the clearing — but he had never seen her peehole this soaked before. The black slit was much thicker and puffier than usual, too, sticking out so prominently that he had a hard time tearing his eyes away from it. "Oh, you didn't want to show me because you peed yourself?" he blurted out and burst into giggles.

"What!? No, I…" the mare objected, but her response was cut short when her folds split apart with a wet squelch, revealing a swollen, rosy nub for just a heartbeat before it retracted again.

"Woah, what was that?" Zack gasped, bending toward his mom's slit with huge eyes. Holding his breath, he wondered if it had just been a trick of the light when it happened again, the glistening bead flicking out right before him to splatter some of her wetness across his hooves. With a stunned snort, he stumbled a step back, only to realize that it only faintly smelled of pee, and it wasn't even yellow, but then what was it? At the same time, his mom's musk was becoming strong enough to make his head spin, and it sparked an intriguing thrill that drew him right back toward her rump, drooling like a hungry poochyena. "What is happening to you, Mom? Are you sure you're fine? You look so big and swollen," he murmured, only for his face to light up in sudden understanding. "Oh! Did you get stung by something?"

"No, no, I luckily didn't get stung back there," the zebstrika chortled, only to grimace when the pink nub peeked out with another wet smack. "Now, if you…"

"It does look painful, though. Maybe I can lick it all better?" the colt suggested, drooling even harder at the thought. For some reason, it didn't even matter that it was her peehole. "Licking it better helped a ton when I twisted my foot and it got all swollen, you remember?"

This time, his mom didn't say anything and a chilly shiver raced down his spine as she stared at him as if he was the ghost of their dead ancestors. He had only experienced this gaze once in his young life, but he instantly knew it spelled trouble. 

"I-I mean, I only meant… I didn't want to say anything wrong, but licking does help, d-doesn't it?" he whinnied, his ears flattening against his skull.

There still came no response, but the zebstrika's appalled grimace finally softened. She hemmed and hawed, tilting her head from side to side before she muttered, "As I said, it doesn't hurt, but it's not exactly comfortable either." Smacking her lips, she took a deep breath. "And about the l-l-licking, it technically makes it better, but…"

"Oh, so it does work?"

"I mean…" The mare's voice trailed off, and as she looked at Zack, her expression shifted again into something he rarely ever got to see. There was a hunger in her eyes as if she was starving, a yearning for the lush, verdant pastures beyond the horizon, but before that reminded him of the pit in his own stomach, she nodded ever so slightly. "It would make it a lot better. But are you sure that you want to…"

That was all the confirmation the blitzle needed. Plunging his head into a crotch, he cut his mom off with a big, wet lick across her swollen folds, and he was rewarded with a furious flick of her pink bead and an aroma… he wasn't entirely sure what to think of it. It was as intense as her scent, tangy, acrid, and laced with the flavor of actual pee, strong enough to drive tears to his eyes as it smothered his taste buds, but at the same time, there was an invigorating zest to it.

Zack was still gagging on the taste of the mare's warm, sticky liquids when he was surprised by a deep, resounding neigh, and unlike her previous cries and whimpers, it vibrated with a joy that not even the sweetest berries could evoke. It was a relief so profound, it made him forget everything else and stare at her in speechless awe, wondering if this was the result of his lick. There was only one way to find out, and without thinking twice, the young stallion went in for another lick, dragging his tongue all across her slit.

Instantly, a hearty, quavering moan burst from the mare's muzzle, and her entire body shook from the stimulation, telling the colt all he needed to know. Licking her coaxed sounds from her lips he had never heard before, and that alone was reason enough to keep going, slurping her dripping folds with a third lick, and many, many more after that. Still struggling with the unfamiliar taste at first, Zack eventually stopped choking on her zesty juices as more and more of it flooded his muzzle, soaking his lips and dripping down his chin, and once he grew used to it, he licked her even faster.

"Yes, baby! Keep licking! You're making Mommy feel so much better!" Zack hadn't called her that in over a year, but hearing it from her muzzle stirred the odd tingles in his chest into a storm of butterfree. The thrill spread through the rest of him as well, and it grew particularly strong in his loins, enticing his peepee from his sheath. Protruding by just a sliver at first, the squishy black tube slid out inch by inch, pulsing and flexing in rhythm to his pounding heart until it was completely unveiled, dangling down between his thighs almost like another leg.

Yet, Zack barely noticed what was happening at his sheath. He was too focused on his mom's backside to care, trying to find the best way to tease more praise and cries of joy from her lips. Of all the options, the rosy pearl flicking out of her slit and begging for his attention like a needy foal proved to be the most promising target for his affections, because every time he so much as grazed the pulsing nub with his tongue, a mighty tremble raced through the zebstrika. A tremble that grew all the more intense as he singled in on the bead, sucking and slurping on it until it was so stiff and tense, it wouldn't even retract anymore.

At some point, the colt latched onto the bottom of the mare's puffy black folds and began to nurse on the bud as if he was suckling on her teat, only that instead of milk, he was rewarded with more of her tangy, sticky sap, enough to fill his muzzle to the brim. Nothing would spill over, though, as he diligently, reflexively swallowed it all, drinking so much that it warmed his belly like a cozy fire. 

Meanwhile, a prickling field of static electricity was building around Zack as his mom lost herself in the rush. It grew stronger with her every scream and neigh until his entire fur stood up, and then she screamed, "Fuck yes, Zack, suck it harder. Suck mommy's clit harder, baby! Oh f-f-fuck fuck FUCK, I'm about to cum!"

Zack reflexively flattened his ears against his head at the deafening cry. The last time his mom had cursed like this, he had accidentally peed into the drinking water for reasons long forgotten, but this time, it was different. This was the sound of something big, something amazing, he could feel it in the air, and instead of withdrawing in shame, he went all in, licking, slurping, sucking on her clit like a foal possessed to get to the bottom of this. Just a little more…

"Yes! YES! I'm cumming, baby!" the zebstrika neighed, and her folds suddenly erupted into violent contractions. Her puffy black folds clenched and slacked in a frantic rhythm, tightening up enough to trap his tongue inside only to open up far enough to bare the glistening rosy depths beyond, making him wonder just how much deeper her hole went while she squirted her hot juices all over his open muzzle. The raw intensity of the moment excited the young stallion like nothing else, and the wet squelching and smacking of her slit stoked the storm of butterfree in his chest as much as her convulsing, puckering tailhole while blinding crackles and flashes of lightning burst from her quivering body.

Zack wasn't sure what was happening, but the experience was worth every second as his mom succumbed to something that looked excruciatingly painful but sounded like pure joy.

The frenzied contractions didn't last forever, though, and eventually, the mare's neighs weakened and the flashes of electricity in the air abated. As she recovered with deep breaths, she sluggishly turned her head to Zack and stared at him in a mix of exhaustion and deep satisfaction, her striped fur matted with fresh sweat.

"A-are you okay, Mom?" the blitzle asked, his fur a tousled mess while the mare's juices dripped off his open muzzle. "W-what was that?"

"Yes, I'm doing great, dear, all thanks to you. You've made it all better," the zebstrika sighed with a rapturous smile, only for her eyes to slip under his body and notice the fat, throbbing black rod between his hindlegs. 

Zack cocked his head, not sure how to interpret her burning curiosity as she had warned him not to stare at other stallions' stiffies when they hung out, and something about the ravenous glow in her eyes made him shiver extra hard. 

Licking her lips, the mare ogled his boy bits for another moment before she whispered, "I see that you're having an issue there, dear."

"Huh? N-no, I'm fine. It's nothing, just my peepee being weird, I think," Zack apologized.

His mom looked at him for another moment, brow slightly furrowed when she added, "D-do you want some help with that?"

"Help? Why that?"

"Oh, isn't that annoying you?"

"I mean, it feels a little stiff and it's twitchier than it's ever been, but I think I'm fine. It usually goes down on its own," the colt explained, even if his boy rod had been hard all this time and stubbornly refused to return into its sheath.

"Huh, I see," the mare sighed, smacking her lips in slight disappointment. But then, a smirk returned to her face, and she cooed, "Although, since you've made me feel all better, don't you want me to make you feel better, too?"

"As good as you felt, mom?"

"Yes, just as good as that. Besides, that annoying itch is coming back already, and this is something that helps even more with that," the zebstrika groaned, and the young stallion couldn't help but notice that her slit was still as puffy and twitchy as before. Even her pink bead was flicking out again with wet, needy shlorps.

"How?"

"It's easy. Y-y-you just get on top of me and stick your p-p-peepee into my pussy."

"Your pussy? Do you mean your peehole or your tailhole?"

"No, no, I mean my p-peehole." 

Zack's mom vibrated with excitement as she spoke, her gaze hungry, needy, even more desperate than before. What was so special about her peehole? Why did she call it pussy? Would he fit? But although her strange behavior sparked even more questions, he didn't ask any of them when he walked behind her butt and mounted her with a soft grunt, burying her tail under his belly. First, he had to make her feel better again.

The colt hadn't moved far enough to get his swollen stiffie anywhere near his mom's pussy, though, only rubbing the tip against her thigh, but that alone tingled harder than anything he experienced before. His dangling boy rod had never bothered him before, but this one touch was enough to turn it into something distracting, an itch that asked for a thorough scratching. Or rather a rubbing, as he instinctively bucked his hips and thrust his tip against her thigh, only to neigh in confusion as it glided along her sweaty fur, blessing him with a surge of sensations his young mind could barely process. This was good, but strangely unsatisfying. Better than anything ever, but still not enough. "Mom, what's happening? Is this it? It feels weird."

"N-no, baby, that's because you're not there yet. T-that's just my leg. You need to move forward and pull up a little," his mom groaned. "It'll get much better once you're inside my pussy, so much better, I promise."

Zack nodded shakily, shuffling forward and lifting his rump up, just as he had been told. All the while, he suppressed the urge to keep humping and thrusting against her, tensing up so much it almost hurt, and he really hoped that her pussy would feel as good as she claimed. Of course, this hadn't been bad so far, but it was so, so strange and not nearly as satisfying as she had sounded.

Eventually, the blitzle had moved enough that his tip prodded against something warm, plump, and pulsing. This was already better than her furred thigh, almost as if her body was welcoming him with a tender kiss, so this had to be it! This had to be her pussy peehole! After strenuously restraining himself up to this point, Zack finally succumbed to his urge to thrust and pushed his hips forward, shoving his rod into the puffy hole. Immediately, the mare's tight, hot insides wrapped themselves around his stiffie like a thousand warm licks and nuzzles, and now he got it. "Mom, you're right! This feels awesome!"

Deeper and deeper, the young stallion shoved his rod into the zebstrika's depths, his voice deteriorating into an incomprehensible neigh as the warm, wet embrace grew even more intense, enveloping his peepee and his entire mind with a thrill never experienced before, and he didn't stop until every last inch had disappeared inside his mom, his balls meeting her crotch with a wet plap.

The mare accompanied Zack's neigh of bliss with a scream that vibrated with so much energy, he could barely tell if it was delight or pain. Whatever he was doing to her right now, it was affecting her even more than his licking, and her song alone spurred him to give her more of it. Besides, he craved more of that wonderful snugness, wanted more of these tight, heavenly nuzzles against his peepee, and before he knew it, his instincts kicked in and assumed control over his hips. The muscles in his thighs and loins clenched and tensed as they threw him back a few inches, only to launch him back forward, again and again, and with every thrust, a fresh rush of bubbly joy enveloped his little body and mind, fueling the fledgling rush into a mindless rage.

Snorting, grunting, neighing, the blitzle soon pounded his mom as if he had never done anything else in his life, his balls smacking and flailing against her rump with hard, rhythmic claps. Meanwhile, her cries grew even louder and wetter, resounding in his ears as much as through the rest of the clearing to rile him up even more. Sure, he was hungry, tired, and increasingly sweaty from helping her so hard, but her cries and the waves upon waves of tingles were more than worth the effort. 

Soon, Zack even felt like he had to go. A pressure was building in his loins that craved relief, but there was no time for a potty break as long as his body was driven by a relentless mind of its own, pushing him on and on while sparks and flashes of raw electricity enveloped his sweaty flanks and vision.

"F-fuck, s-slow down, baby! W-wrong hole! Y-you're in the wrong hole," the zebstrika suddenly blurted out.

Zack's heart skipped a beat as he heard his mom's squeal. Could something that felt this good be wrong? The young stallion wasn't sure, because this was better than anything before. "I-I'm sorry, Mom, it just feels so good!" he apologized,  repeating himself a few more times while hammering harder and harder, pouring all his energy into this moment even if he felt increasingly hot and fuzzy. Something was happening! "Sorry, g-gotta pee. I-I think I gotta pee inside you, Mom!"

Not even awaiting her answer, the colt kept moving until the pressure grew too strong and something popped, unraveling a rush of relief that surpassed his most dire potty breaks many times over. The rush was dazzling, overbearing, paralyzing, grinding his thrusts to a dead halt as he succumbed to it with his muzzle split for a thundering neigh and his eyes crossed and out of focus. Again and again, his entire abdomen cramped up, clenching so hard it almost hurt before slackening just as viciously. Part of him realized that had never peed in waves before, twitching and tensing in this frantic rhythm throughout the process, but he hardly had time to think about it as the sensation swept him away.

Zack did register his mom's resounding scream, though, but this time, there was no more strain among her delight, no reproach among her bliss. Her insides even began to tighten around his sensitive stiffie, squeezing harder than ever as if to reward him for peeing inside her with more stimulation. In fact, her hole actively, desperately sucked on his rod and drained him, eager for every last drop as if it had been made for this purpose alone. So it had been the right hole after all!? He couldn't tell while he was riding on his high, his tail trembling and his tongue lolling from his muzzle while a miniature lightning storm unfurled around them.

Sadly, the perfect rush wouldn't last, fading sooner than the young stallion would've liked. The clenching and twitching ceased while the tingles grew even more intense to the point they become unbearable without any bliss left to back them up. 

"O-okay, dear, y-you can pull it out now," Zack's mom groaned somewhere in the blurry distance, and she didn't have to ask twice. Already, the blitzle shuffled backward, trying to yank his peepee out of her without too much ado until it finally popped free with a wet, slimy slurp.

With the connection between the electric equines broken so abruptly and violently, Zack stumbled backward a few more steps before he collapsed on the grass with a dazed snort. Of course, he dropped right on top of his oversensitive stiffie, his everything exploding into stars and sparkles while he grimaced at the blow, only for his vision to eventually clear and reveal the full extent of what he had done to his mom. Faced with her plump rump, he immediately noticed that her puffy black butthole wide agape, a gooey, milky white liquid pouring from the deep pink depths of the fluttering orifice. Her swollen slit below was as thin and snug as ever, however, only occasionally opening up with another wink of her wet pink clit, and now that clarity finally returned to his mind, it didn't take much more to put two and two together.

"I-I put it into your butthole, Mom!?" the colt whimpered. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean…"

Zack didn't get much further with his apology when his mom interrupted him with a jolly nicker, "Oh, don't worry your fluffy head about it, baby. It's fine. I asked you to help me out and mount me, and you did just that, making that pesky itch all better."

"B-but it's the wrong hole!?"

"No, it was absolutely the right hole. The perfect hole. Don't think too hard about what I said in the heat of the moment, because you did the right thing, dear," the zebstrika reassured her son, sluggishly turning around to nuzzle him. Peering at him with her big blue eyes, she smiled and gave him another lick across the muzzle before she added, "A-also, while we're in this clearing… whenever we're here and on our own, we can do this again if you like. Our special, secret fun time. J-just, don't tell anyone about it, okay, baby?"

"Never! I never told anyone about this clearing, and I doubly won't tell anyone about what we do here," Zack vowed, eyes beaming at the prospect of doing this again. Not right now, of course, as he was still sore and way too tingly, but he was definitely looking forward to their coming stays in the kissing boulders clearing more than ever. Yet, something kept irking him. "But why did you say wrong hole then, Mom? What's so wrong and right about it? Also, you still didn't tell me what's going on with you."

The mare gave Zack a long, hesitant look before she nodded and smiled gently, "Alright, if you promise to listen, I'll tell you where all young, little blitzles really come from and what it's all got to do with this…"