Editor's Note: Still needs to be refined a bit more.

II: Chapter 1: Alestor's Return

It was impossible. Alestor stood behind her untouched by Death and decay. At first, Charla thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. There was no way he could have been alive; she witnessed firsthand his tailflame expiring, yet here he was, every limb connected into the perfect portrait of her lost lover. She blinked several times just to make sure it was only an apparition, but every time she opened her eyes from the brief darkness that enclosed her, he was there: long feet, muscular torso, swanlike neck, massive wings; a reconstruction of her lingering memory of him.

His tail flame flickered. She could hear him breathing. He towered over her like a giant, whose godlike frame appeared larger than life, staring at her with an air of passion. Emotions deluged Charla; they ricocheted through her head all at once. He should be dead, she thought. But how and why? She had to reach madness, manifesting her lost love into a tantalizing mockery, trailing her heels like a shadow.

Swiftly, he ran up, swooped her up from her seat, and embraced her in a hug, holding her tightly against his body. His familiar strong arms unlocked that forgotten touch Charla yearned for after his death, and then she knew at once that the borderline between fallacy and reality dissolved; authenticity affirmed. It was Alestor, all flesh and blood and taking up space. All sense of understanding, questioning the hows and whys of marvelous circumstances, and seeking answers to her shapeshifting world, volatilized; her mind felt clear. At the moment, she didn't care how it happened, or what force of nature brought him back. All that mattered was that he was alive. Alive and real. She returned his hug, her body comforted by his heat; a heat that electrified her and gave her life, and once gone, left her mind clouded and her body cold and lonely. The scent of musk, crisp as an open meadow in Spring, whisked up her nose. Her soul, battling the past years with an unsurmountable gravity of loss, felt free, ripping Depression's chains off of it and soared openly into the boundless firmament of her mind. He licked her neck tenderly, leaving a shiny trail of saliva in its wake. Her face relaxed. All stress fled her, and tears flowed freely from her eyes as she shut them.

"I missed you...so much," she sobbed, breathing softly onto his chest.

He smiled over her back, resting his snout on her shoulder. "I know."

Wanting to further stimulate the moment, Alestor lifted his head from behind her back and kissed her. His tongue wrapped around hers and pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it; an ebullient sensation beyond any words. She rediscovered that short time, buried by Time's shovel, where she mated with him and discovered her significant other; a time where it still replayed in her head in subsequent times, and despite her attempts to suppress it, locking it in her treasure-chamber within her mind, in which she didn't visit often, she couldn't but helped to relive those distant, faint memories that, at that time, felt to break away by the forefinger of day. The thought of it made her shudder beneath his arms. Alestor felt it in his grasp, and passion, in which, briefly, he thought he would never expected to experience ever again, activated within him, circulating madly through his veins. Blood rushed to his loins, his cock rising and peeking from its cream-colored sheath, beating with a thirst that only her sap could quench. She laid her claws over his chest, feeling him poking at her stomach. The kiss lasted forever. She moved in ways that extricated more of his hot pre-seed onto her, making him growl approvingly. They could never be separated from this kiss.

"Get away from my mother!"

Immediately, they moved away from each other and turned their attention behind them, still not letting go of each other. Ronac and a small group of Charmeleons, who crowded behind him like a pack of animals following their alpha, stood before them. Ronac was infuriated, scowling and bearing his teeth at Alestor. Alestor and Charla, no doubt, felt embarrassed, exposed. Some of the children giggled over the thought of catching them off guard. Using Charla as a shield, Alestor stealthily re-sheathed himself so that he wouldn't embarrass himself further.

"You heard me! I said get away!" Ronac yelled. His voice, yet relatively high, had an air of intimidation. To some of the young Charmeleon behind him, they found it brave; to Alestor, he found it adoring.

Alestor, keeping his eyes locked onto Ronac's, bent his head down to Charla's ear.

"Charla," Alestor started softly. "Is he my..."

She nodded in confirmation. Alestor grinned happily. "Do you mind if I test him?"

"Please don't, honey. He has a bad temper," Charla warned him.

The two finally broke their loving embrace, but Alestor still kept one hand firmly wrapped around Charla's waist. Seeing this, Ronac became wrathful. His tail flame sucked in more oxygen, climbing in height. The sight of seeing a stranger - and not only any stranger, a handsome, robust one, to be exact, which Ronac found threatening - touching his mother like that fueled him with such indescribable rage. Ronac was his mother's protector, the one who helped her at her most vulnerable, but now, there was this pretty male who had bewitched her with his attractive physique. He clenched his claws into shaking fists.

All the children gasped and ran behind a nearby tree. They never saw Ronac's tailflame build up like that; they figured he wanted to challenge the male. The girls looked frightened, and one of them started crying. But the boys looked impressed, for they didn't know any Charmeleon who would stand up to a fully-grown Charizard, especially one that they have no idea who he was or where he came from.

"This is your last chance! Get away from my mother!" Ronac screamed. Charla started to get a little worried about what might happen next, but Alestor didn't budge a muscle and simply smiled at him. Ronac interpreted that smile as a 'no'. He bent his head back and launched a flamethrower directly at Alestor. The children cringed as they saw the bright orange fire stormed out of his mouth. It was relatively small, but still quite large for a Charmeleon his age. Alestor let go of Charla, and walked toward the incoming flame. Then, with a single claw, he swiped it away into nothingness.

Ronac gulped and slowly started to back away, his confidence stabbed, but he soon regained his courage and glared back with angry eyes. All the children looked horrified.

"That's some flamethrower you've got there," Alestor said with a smirk on his face, massaging his hand with the other. "In fact, it was much stronger than I thought it was going to be. At least I don't have to teach you about fighting back."

Ronac's anger lifted a bit, confused by what he just said. Charla, to prevent things from getting more out of hand, finally stepped in.

"Ronac, I would like for you to meet somebody," she said softly. Ronac looked up into her face and then to Alestor's. They stared at each other for a short time, and during that brief pause, Alestor felt a great weight of agency placed on his shoulders. He was faced with two choices: one, he could either hold back information and beat around the bush until sooner or later Ronac finds out that he was more than what he said he was - which would degrade himself into that of a coward - or two, just telling him right there and now who he was. Of course, Alestor knew the right and appropriate choice, but he had to battle an unforeseen insurgence of deception that plagued him as a youth. He was resurrected; given a second chance. His heart felt heavy from falling back to those dark times, but he needed to make that rare clean slate of starting anew. He decided.

Alestor stepped closer to Ronac, who surprisingly did not move. He knelt down. The children slowly edged from their hiding place.

"Ronac," he began softly, "I'm your father."

In a blink of an eye, Ronac's angry expression turned into that of confusion.

"My...m-my..." he stuttered in disbelief. Alestor answered his unasked question with a nod.

Ronac stood there petrified as Alestor suddenly opened his arms wide in an invitation to hug him. Ronac became hesitant. He looked deeply into Alestor's eyes and noted that he had the same irises that he did. Ronac's tail flame reduced back to normal size. His eyes looked watery, like he was going to burst out into tears. He shook his head, trying to reason with himself.

"You're lying..." he managed to say. "Mom...Mom said that Dad..."

Alestor didn't have to say anything; he hoped Ronac would know through the way he smiled, the way he had his arms spread out, the way he looked at him with such heartbreaking sincerity that that would fend off any last remaining thread of doubt. He convinced himself when Ronac studied him long enough and saw the absolute genuineness he emitted, he would know. Ronac looked back to his mother for the answer. She smiled at him and nodded.

Ronac shut his eyes, trembling as he unrolled his fists. The hat of agency was now placed on Ronac. He could either reject this male, whose lusty red-golden body seemed to be the definition of ultimate masculine aesthetics, or he could accept him as his father who had a role in his creation. But instead of taking one of the polar opposites, Ronac wanted to take the path in-between: suspicion. He would walk with confident struts to create a valorous impression in front of his peers and lightly hug him without his heart in it; then, he would immediately break away and run away, far away, deep within the forest so that he could reflect back and gather his thoughts. But what Ronac didn't realize was Alestor's genuine charity he demonstrated. It was in his face, the way he smiled, the way he kneeled. Ronac could see his eyes brighten when he walked toward him and how they appeared to water. Ronac slowed down. A great sadness fell upon him; he couldn't control his emotions. All this time where he tried to hold a brave image, courage left him, and what remained was a little boy who never once knew his father. He broke down, sprinted to him, and lunged himself to him, his small arms trying to wrap around him. Alestor closed his arms around the crying child, securing one hand over the back of Ronac's head and the other his back. Ronac couldn't believe it. Ronac cried uncontrollably. Ronac tried to tell him how much he loved him but he couldn't get the words clear between his sobs, but Alestor knew. As if a sailor, who was sea wrecked for a great majority of his life, returned to his homeland and recognized it by the color of the sand, the heavy scent of the palm trees, the sweet chansonette of the native bird, Alestor reunited with what he thought he ultimately lost.

Charla teared up so badly that she covered her eyes not to draw attention. The sight was too much to bear for her; it was a miracle. All the children emerged from their hiding spots, moved deeply by the scene. For as long as they knew him, Ronac was the strong and outgoing type in their group, but seeing this, they realized another side that they never knew about him: compassion.

"Ronac...I'm so sorry," Alestor started. "I will never leave you again. I promise." His sad words rung like solemn bells, with each swing hitting Ronac's soul.

Alestor's grip on Ronac tightened. Ronac nuzzled his face deep into Alestor's toned chest, swamped in his father's cinnamon scent like hovering over a lit scented candle. His father's strong arms secured him in a way that kept all fear away. He wanted this hug to last forever, as did Alestor. But Alestor gradually broke their embrace and held Ronac on his shoulders at arms distance, using one of his razorsharp claws to rub the top of his head with a tender touch.

Alestor nudged his snout left, toward Ronac's friends. "Come on, go to your friends."

Ronac lifted his head and gazed into his father's eyes. "Can you come play with us?"

Alestor chuckled. He noticed Ronac's eyes twinkled like a fire floating in the middle of a dark ocean when he invited him. "Not this time, son. Your mother and I have some catching up to do."

"Okay," Ronac chirped, and after wiping his eyes, he ran off with his friends down the same slope they came up from.

Alestor watched until they were out of sight. Charla managed to calm herself down and walked over to him. She leaned up from behind and gave him a long lick across his muzzle, tasting like fertile soil. She then took his hand and started to guide him through the dense woods.

"Where are we going?" he asked her.

"Someplace safe," she replied, a lusty glimmer sparked in her eyes. "We can't risk the kids finding us again. Not this time..."

"But what about Ronac?"

"He knows how to get home. Just follow me."

Pass upturned trees, across rivulets, over surface roots, the two of them steered their way through the primal forest in a zigzag path. High above, several Caterpies and Weedles crawled down the trees like cataracts, but Charla didn't seem to be worried about them at all. They ducked under branches, leapt over roots, danced away from any sight of water, until she finally spotted a stone cave carved into a steep cliff.

"This way," Charla said quietly, tugging his arm.

A fait rustle of leaves whooshed behind them.

Instantaneously, Alestor stopped in his tracks and whirled his head around. Charla noticed his sudden movement and became worried.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Charla...did you hear something?"

"No. Why?"

"I heard the leaves move behind us."

"You did? I didn't hear anything."

"It was very faint, but it was still there. Someone could be spying on us. Maybe I should go check..."

He began to tread stealthily toward the source of the noise, but Charla grabbed his hand and stopped him. He looked back at her and saw that she had an expression of irritation.

"Come on, Alestor...we made sure no one was following us, remember? It was probably just a couple of Weedles or something. Just relax. Nothing's there."

Alestor smiled at her. She was right. They continued their way to the entrance of the cave. Once inside, it was very dark, almost pitch black. Nevertheless, Charla yanked his arm and pulled him to her.

Their tails shimmering the small space lightly, Alestor cuddled against his mate as she lied back onto her wings, kissing her deeply with both his arms at her sides. She looked up at him as he relinquished the kiss, her eyes burning with a fiery lust. He slipped a finger inside of her, causing her to yelp a bit, her juices rushing down freely. Alestor growled deeply, her thick juices encompassing his finger.

"Are you sure now is the best time?" he asked, delving in for another kiss. She accepted it, wrapping her claws around his long neck, holding it down.

"Now is the only time..." she replied back, feeling his hard-on slipped past its hiding spot. She moaned as he planted it into her wet rosebush, feeling her neck getting relished by the swirls of his serpentine tongue. Charla closed her eyes, ready for him to seize her.


It was about a minute before two Charmeleon children emerged silently from the bushes next to the cave, sighing in relief. They painfully removed their hands from their hot tailflames, which were now glowing very brightly, bright enough to be seen by Alestor if they hadn't covered them. They were both the same height but different in both color and build. One had pale orange scales and a skinny frame, the other had a strong red color and a strong frame.

"Ouch! Hot, hot, hot!" the skinny one yelled through his teeth. "Zen, I told you this was a bad idea!"

He looked at his hands, scorched by his own fire.

"We got away with it, didn't we, Cranith?" Zen whispered. He blew on his own hands, shaking them around to cool them off. "And quiet down would you! We don't want to get caught! Especially not by-"

"AHA! I KNEW YOU WERE HERE!" Ronac yelled as he sprung up from a bush behind them, his claw pointing right at their astonished faces. Zen ran over to him, gritting his teeth while raising his claw as a sign to shut it or he would get the claw across the face.

Cranith shushed him. Zen yanked Ronac into the bushes. They all just crouched, doing nothing and being very quiet for a long period of time. When they had confirmed that the coast was clear, they stood up again; Ronac dusted himself off and plucked out a thorn that stabbed him in the leg.

"Are you crazy?" Cranith whispered to Ronac. "If you yell like that again, you'll get us all in trouble!"

"You two are always in trouble!" Ronac whispered back. "You two knew that we weren't supposed to follow my parents, but you did anyway!"

"I told you that there was somebody following us!" Zen whispered. "But you didn't listen! 'It was just a couple of Weedles'!"

"Alright, let's just drop it!" Ronac said quickly, nearing cutting him off. "Let's just call it off and go!"

The two Charmeleons looked at each other and looked down at Ronac again. Zen and Cranith hung out together all the time and were considered the oddballs in their little group, considering the fact that the two were polar opposites from each other. They both had a different set of interests that appealed to them. Zen was the most playful and often got himself into trouble that he didn't even need to get himself into. He played a lot of practical jokes and caused several accidents unintentionally, all of which he laughed at.

Cranith, on the other hand, followed Zen wherever he went so that he wouldn't end up doing something that he would later regret. Though not a practical joker like Zen, Cranith loved joking with others through words. He had a large vocabulary and enjoyed tripping others by adding a double meaning to what they said. He didn't particularly enjoyed indulging himself in activities that demonstrated one's strength as a mean to show off to others. But what made Cranith unusual and the true oddball in their group was his ability to understand the human language. For some unexplained reason in which Cranith never discussed the method he reached in accomplishing this unheard of skill, Cranith was able to read copious amounts of books that, for a lack of better words, freaked others out. No Pokémon, ever, could do something like this. Contrariwise, Cranith hadn't garner any sort of infamous reputation in the valley. His friends couldn't really understand how to react to something like this and were afraid to confront their parents about it.

Nonetheless, Zen found something to admire in him: his knowledge. Even though he didn't show it, Zen enjoyed it when Cranith read out to him, no matter what the book was about. Cranith read stuff like The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, Paradise Lost, and The Advanced Concepts of Pokémon Anatomy, yet Zen discovered a beautiful peace within each book. His mind transported beyond his own reality, his own existence into something fantastical, idealized, something to treasure and re-imagine himself into. However, this was only when the two were together alone. Whenever they were with their group of friends, Zen would assert a certain degree of dominance over Cranith so that he could establish his authority over him.

Being about a month older than Ronac, Cranith was very mature for his age. He was the brains in the group and had a distinctive way of talking. One day, he mentioned something about sheaths. Ronac had no idea what that was, so he asked him. Cranith just laughed in his face, and pointed to his copy of The Advanced Concepts of Pokemon Anatomy.

"Look up any male in this book, and you'll find out," he said, "and remember, you didn't hear this from me." But Cranith wouldn't lend Ronac his book and left him to ponder an answer in which he couldn't reach because of inefficient knowledge.

"Lets go!" Ronac yelled.

"Yeah, let's go!" yelled a voice from behind him. Ronac turned around in surprise.

"Khan?! You too?!" Ronac whispered loudly, glaring at his best friend. The newest addition to this outside gathering grinned a little as he saw Ronac step back a bit from his entrance, his mouth agape in sheer confoundment. "What? Something on my face?" Khan said jokingly.

Khan was a little taller than Zen and Canith, with a brilliant coat of orange. He was considered the one with the cool head. He knew what to do at just the right times and saved many tails at many times in the past. He was calm and collected and didn't let pressure wear him down. He was also Ronac's closest and most treasured friend. They were only born just a few days apart, with Khan being older, and his mother didn't leave far from Ronac's mother. They were childhood friends and were always there for one another.

"Why are you here?!" Ronac queried, careful not to speak too loudly.

"I saw you sneaking through the woods, so I followed you," Khan replied, smirking and shrugging his shoulders. "Why are you over here?"

"Because I followed them!" Ronac yelled, pointing to Zen and Cranith.

"You didn't have to follow us, you know!" Zen said.

"JUST FORGET IT!" Ronac screamed through his teeth, attempting to muffle it. "We've got to get out of here! All of us! NOW!"

Suddenly, all four of them turned their heads to a dim orange light coming from inside the cave, which followed a sound resembling Alestor's voice.

"Come on!" Ronac gestured, and turned to start leading the way back. But he soon found out that he wasn't being followed, and when he turned back around, he saw all three of his friends at the entrance to the cave. He quickly went back.

"What are you doing? Let's go!" Ronac urged.

"BE QUIET!" said all three of them in unison.

Ronac, knowing that he was defeated, put his head between Khan's and Cranith's, and peered inside of the cave. The cave wasn't too deep. The light coming from Alestor and Charla's intertwined tails lightly illuminated the walls. It was only about five meters deep, and the ceiling of the cave was not that high. The orange light came from bits of fire flowing from Alestor's mouth. Ronac focused his eyes on his parents, but he didn't exactly understand what he saw.

Alestor towered over Charla on his knees, her back rubbing against the stony rough floor. His thrusts were powerful, releasing deep moans that rumbled throughout the cave, resulting delicate purrs from Charla. The first thought that crossed Ronac's mind was that he was hurting her. He felt tricked and had as if Alestor feigned his emotions. But his mother grinned wolfishly, her head bent . It looked like she was enjoying herself. But...what was she doing? Ronac looked back at his friends. Only Zen looked as clueless as he did.

"What are they doing?" Ronac asked nervously, trying to control his voice so that he wouldn't draw attention. Khan and Cranith giggled.

"Something that my mom says I can't do until I turn eight," Khan joked, trying his best not to burst out laughing. Ronac's look became distraught. Khan was barely even four years old. What in the world could wait for him in four years?

"It's called mating," Cranith said planing, turning to Ronac. Ronac's confused expression grew noticeable. Cranith elaborated:

"It's what makes babies. You see, during a specific time every year, an adult female releases a particular scent that attracts adult male. When an adult male comes across this scent, he finds the adult female and they do this. Usually, it happens in private, because it involves the - how do you say - private parts."

Ronac turned to him disconcerted. His father reamed the very thing he used to go to the bathroom everyday into his mother, and somehow, that was making her feel good - better yet, wonderful. But how was he doing that? Ronac's private was flimsy and bendable.

"How?" Ronac asked with fervor, despite his accumulating embarrassment reddening his face. "My...um...privates...are always soft. How could something so soft do that?"

"It's because he was stimulated which led to an erection," Cranith explained. "When something touches a male's private in a smooth, tender manner, it makes the male feel really good, and his privates become hard and stiff, getting him ready for this type of activity."

While explaining all of this to Ronac, Cranith kept his attention toward Alestor and Charla, analyzing their lovemaking and making mental notes, but Ronac couldn't tell if he was really looking at them. To Ronac, it appeared he was staring at Alesetor, yet Alestor dominated the scene. Ronac's constant questions made Cranith feel a bit more didactic and pedantic than he usually did.

It was then that he noticed both Zen and Khan were having some sort of problem. They had their knees bent together and had their hands on their crotches. They stared at each other with embarrassed looks until Cranith started to burst out laughing at them; he was the only one without a hard-on to get laughed at. The two bulging charmeleons shot angry looks at him, and he quickly shut his mouth. They looked back into the cave.

Alestor moved faster, taking his mate with all the force he had. His grunts were loud and desperate. His razorsharp claws gripped her harder.

"Why is he going so fast?" Ronac asked.

Cranith was about to answer that until Khan cut in with a grin on his face: "That's because he's about to 'cum'"

"What does that mean?"

"You know that when you use the bathroom, a yellow liquid comes out?" Cranith interjected. "Well, when he enjoys himself enough, the yellow liquid turns white and sticky, and he shoots it inside of her. This is the best part of mating. It's called an 'orgasm': the stuff that babies are made of."

Alestor panted hard, bits of flame escaping his mouth. His groin smashed against Charla's underside, causing her moans to increase in both volume and duration. She could barely take him any longer. Her sweet juices lubricated him; he compelled to go faster, harder. Charla roared. Her head bent back, grinding against the rough floor, and fired a huge flamethrower toward the roof of the cave. All four children jumped and held their mouths. Each one felt like screaming. They peered back inside.

"You see? You're mom just had hers. That's why she feels so good," Khan said.

Charla felt her body tighten around him; echoes of pleasure vibrating through her entirety. Alestor's cock was being squeezed to its breaking point as her muscles contracted to envelop the juicy rod inside her. He let out an earth-shattering roar of his own, which scared Ronac and his friends outside. His cock twitched and danced inside her, and finally released a wave of his seed into her chambers. Charla felt the warm fluid cruise inside her, and let out a long moan as she was being filled. Alestor's body shook with ecstasy as his body was rocked by a feeling he hadn't felt in ages. His grip on her knees was upped in force, and he pushed as hard as he could against her, making sure that everything would extricate from his shooting member.

Envy mushroomed in Ronac. At first, he gazed in wonder at seeing his parents' lovemaking, but something dark and furious arose inside him. The feeling of betrayal from earlier grew exponentially, an uncontrollable rage seizing him. Just before, his father showed him such generosity at the verge of crying and asking for his forgiveness. Now, not only did he turned down Ronac's offer to play with him and his friends but he secretly plotted with his mother to go off and indulge in their personal desires. He felt betrayed, and it didn't help for one bit to see his best friends gaping at his parents, getting aroused by their actions, and snickering sly comments among themselves. Hatred rumbled inside him like a volcano; it reddened his body and inflamed his tailflame, glowing a deep orange. Ronac rolled his claws into fists. He couldn't locate the core of his anger. It could be his father for brushing him off and using all of his energy in pounding a pleasure unknown to Ronac into his mother, but he deemed his mother to be just as guilty. Her back arched and her mouth curved, she looked like she was in on it too. He allowed his emotions to get the best of him, directing him to negative meanings to what he saw. But seeing his mother on the ground happy not because of him but because Alestor gave her something that Ronac couldn't, emasculated Ronac. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision. They isolated him, he felt. He let his guard down, stripped naked of his pride, and they took advantage of his love. How could he live in the same space with them when they completely objectified him as an extension rather than a part of them and their love for one another. He was used like an accessory, showing off to others, yes, our love saucily produced this living thing. What a good sport he was to make, a result of a great fuck.

Humiliated, Ronac bolted into the forest, leaving small traces of embers behind him. He wanted to cry, let his heart pour out all his frustration and anger through bitter tears. Everything became topsy-turvy for him.

Khan heard Ronac, looked over his shoulder, and saw the bushes rustle, specks of fire dying into the air. "Guys, Ronac just went off, and I think he's more than angry."

Zen turned his head briefly and returned to ogle at Ronac's parents. "Forget about him, guys. He's just jealous."

Cranith retorted: "He could be emotional from seeing his parents mating. After all, just a few moments ago, he did reunite with his father; maybe he feels betrayed."

"Betrayed?" asked Khan. "Betrayed over what?"

Cranith shrugged. "Us? Them?"

"Well, if it's us, than I'm going to see what's the problem. I suggest you guys act like friends and do your part, but if not, stay here and see where things go; it's your decision. Besides, looks like the show's over anyways," said Khan as he followed Ronac into the forest.


After feeling every fiber in his body being squeezed out of energy, Alestor collapsed on the floor next to Charla, drenched in a coat of his sweat. She rolled over, and put her arms over his upturned stomach, making his loose shaft throb with excitement as it lied on his belly.

"Charla," Alestor chuckled quietly, "I should have told you this earlier, but I didn't want to disrupt our sizzling moment."

Charla turned to him with a look of confusion. "What was it?"

"I think some kids saw us."

"Children?!" she gasped.

Alestor nodded and laughed. She started to get up, but Alestor quickly forced her back down.

"No, no, no," he said, still smiling. "They're already gone."

"Was Ronac-"

"I couldn't tell," Alestor interrupted, knowing her immediate question from a mile away. "It could have been a small group of innocent wanderers who'd lost their way and came upon us at the wrong time."

"I don't see how you find this funny. Ronac could have been among them."

"He could of, but I haven't gotten his scent down just yet, because my nose was clogged with your fragrance."

She didn't find that amusing. She laid her head back on Alestor's stomach and gazed at the cave's wall deep in thought.

Alestor groaned like a frustrated child. "Charla, what's done is done. If he saw: he saw. And think about it, don't you think that he'll learn something from watching us? The best way to teach is through visual examples, and that way, we don't have to bore him with petty little conversations full of words and abstract ideas."

"But we shouldn't expose them to this at such a young age," Charla retaliated.

"Circle of Life, my flower. Every Pokémon has to mate. You can't repress that fact from them forever, you know."

Charla, collapsed on top of Alestor, circled her finger on his belly, letting the tip of her sharp nail tickle him. He squirmed a bit, breathing heavily. Her eyes wandered down to his loins and gasped. It surprised her how massive he was. It could have been well over eleven inches. Eleven inches of a blood red rod jamming inside her this whole time. She noticed that it hadn't shrunken at all. She wanted to wrap her claw around it and feel his pulse fight against her grip but she wanted to surprise him. A thought ignited inside her mind that seemed bizarre but very enticing. She reacted against it, at first, thinking that the taste would be too bitter or too pungent but grew more and more excited when she thought it over and over. She knew she should wait for them to regain their energy and strength, but this tempting thought spread its delicious nectar throughout her mind. She needed to try it and see what happened. She slithered her way down to his waist.

Alestor looked up. "Charla, what are you-"

She went down on him.


"Ronac!"

Khan emerged from a thicket into an opening where Ronac sat beneath the green foliage of a great oak tree. He had his knees pulled up against his chest and his arms wrapped around it, his face buried within it.

"Ronac," Khan yelled out again, but Ronac didn't budge. Khan ran toward him while Cranith and Zen popped out of the same thicket Khan emerged from, probably following his yells.

"Hey," Khan said to Ronac when he reached him, "is everything all right?"

Ronac remained motionless. His tailflame calmed down a bit, swaying gently in the air.

"Ronac," began Khan, sitting down to Ronac's left, "I'm your best friend, you know you can tell me anything."

"You wouldn't understand," Ronac said without raising his head, his voice muffled.

By now, Cranith and Zen reached them.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Zen with a slight degree of stubbornness.

"Let me be," Ronac moaned, "I want to be left alone."

Cranith made a bold move, trying his best to put two and two together and decode the situation: "Is it your parents?"

Ronac was silent but that silence answered Cranith's question. "Look, Ronac, you must understand: what they did was a natural act of Nature. Every Charizard does it; in fact, every living thing must procreate in order to survive. That's how things are, Ronac." Cranith moved toward him and sat down to his right. "Also, your parents haven't seen each other for a very long time. He was dead, Ronac. Your mother must have been in a deep state of melancholia. You must see where she is coming from. If you were in her shoes, wouldn't your first instinct to make love to your long last lover?"

"But is it mating season?" Ronac asked abruptly.

Cranith, seeing this as an attempt to derail him and prove him wrong, merely placed his hand on Ronac's back. "No, Ronac."

"But what you said eariler about the only time when two Charizards mate is during that time, was it true?"

"Or course."

"That they only do it during that specific time?"

"Of course, Ronac. I know what I'm talking about."

"Then, why did they go off and do just that without it being that time?" Ronac raised his head and looked straight dead into Cranith's eyes.

"I don't have an affirmative answer to that question," Cranith responded. "But if I were to hypothesize, I would assume they are in control of their desires. We're homoiothermic creatures. Most dragons are cold blooded. It is safe to assume that we are a unique type of Pokémon that are capable of establishing ourselves and having strong feelings toward one another."

"Cranith, what in the world are you saying?" Zen asked, a bit of frustration in his voice.

Cranith shot a nasty look at Zen, silencing him.

"Ronca," Khan added, "we're here for you, you know. Like what Cranith said: they're reunited. Without their love, you wouldn't be here, right?"

Ronac wandered his gaze toward the ground, resting his snout on his knees. "Yeah."

"Just give them time," concluded Khan softly.

Zen paced back and forth in front of them with his arms bent behind his head. Cranith patted Ronac's back and got up, while Khan and Ronac continued to share a friendly exchange. Ronac lowered his head back into his arms. "I still want to be left alone."

Khan sighed and got up. "Feel better, and congratulations on your Dad being alive."

Ronac didn't reply.

"C'mon," Zen urged the two, "let's go home."

"What a friend you are," said Khan.

"Look, cut me some slack. I couldn't find the words. Did you expect me to make a fool of myself?"

"It's better to attempt rather than stand back and do nothing," Cranith responded.

The breeze picked up, blowing a wave of warm air against the trio's faces. When they were about to enter the forest again, Khan looked back at Ronac. He still remained crouched into a ball. The sunlight deepened into a strong orange and deepened the shadows of the forest. The umbrage of the oak tree swallowed Ronac into its blackening safeguard.


"Fuck!" Alestor shouted at the top of his lungs as he exploded a second time inside Charla. "We've...got to try...not...to do this...so often," he panted. "Otherwise...we'll have more children...than the valley's entire population!"

Charla moaned and laughed at the large shaft pulsing inside her and fell down to his side.

Just moments ago, she didn't want him to explode inside her mouth. She loved the way he tasted, like a thick bar of his musky smell, but was afraid that the climax would have been too much. She didn't want to spit out, reject him, and ruin the mood. Once she got him going, she mounted on top of him and slammed herself onto him, allowing his member to pierce her again.

The somber light flickered at a low level from their excessive fatigue. Charla felt his arm fall onto her back as she hugged him a bit tighter.

"Now, we got that out of the way," Charla chuckled, "tell me how you did it."

"Do what?"

"Rose from the dead, of course, but most importantly, where did you come from and how did you find me?"

Alestor looked toward the cavern's jagged ceiling.

"It was a divine intervention," he began. "I remember that after Zagref's Fire Blast hit me, I knew I wasn't going to survive. But at least I mated with you, I convinced myself. That I was able, at the final moments of my life, to give you a child to look after you. Then, I lost my sight. I had fallen into total darkness: devoid of all senses. I couldn't feel anything until a touch jolted me alive. Your touch. And then, somehow, I heard your voice - your voice, your beautiful voice, your beautiful, angelic voice - which purified my contaminated soul.

Alestor could hear those dolorous words in his head, just as clear as he had heard them spoken that long time ago: Alestor...I love you

"I knew then that I couldn't leave you. Not yet. Despite all the sins I committed, I begged for another chance. I didn't care if my attempts were futile, I needed to live again and be with you and do the right thing. I believe in those spirits of that sacred spring and I asked for their pity and grant me a wish. Then, I came to my senses: I felt the rough ground beneath my feet, I smelled the dry air around me, I heard a slight ringing in my ears, I tasted a clammy flavor in my mouth, and I could see you, a dusty image in the darkness, growing more and more clear. Yet everything was still in a deep darkness. It was like my senses reactivated, telling me that I was becoming more and more alive, yet I couldn't move on my own. Still, it was unbelievable. My tail flame burned with an unfamiliar flame - one that felt warmer and more comfortable."

"It was soon after that I had heard another voice, although I wasn't sure where it came from. It spoke to me: Alestor, the belief in the one you desire to protect is strong. It is this belief that has granted you a second chance. Now go. Chase the one you desire, and never let her flee from you're sight.

"I didn't care who or what said it, but then a path was shown to me, a blinding white path that cut through the darkness. I couldn't see it, feel it, or hear it. It was just...there. But your floral scent led the way and I pursued. Time and Space seemed nonexistent, for I had probably followed it for what felt about a full month, not leading me anywhere, as if I was trapped forever hoping the white path would lead me somewhere. I wanted to give up, but I couldn't. For your sake, I had to continue. So I followed the path, never stopping with that lingering hope that never ceased inside my soul. And then, I saw you, just as beautiful as ever, sitting down like a Muse. You broke the darkness; your image gave way back to reality. I thanked the higher power that allowed me to find you, and literally started weeping in joy. I had found my love."

Alestor's story had captivated Charla's soul.

"And now, I will tell you the same thing I told Ronac," he started as he gripped her in the embrace she knew all too well. She sniffed, holding onto him as tight as she could. He whispered in her ear: "You can bet your life that we will never be separated from each other. Never."


As the weeks past, Alestor slowly started to get into the rhythm of his new life. He alloted a great deal of time spending with Ronac: playing games with him, training him, and teaching him; all in all, father and son bonding. However, he noticed something off about Ronac. It was usually subtle, for Alestor didn't pick up on it until he caught Ronac off guard one day and saw an annoyed look afflicted in his son's eyes. When he called his name, that look went away immediately. At first, Alestor thought it was a misinterpretation, but it happened a couple more times when Alestor caught a glimpse at Ronac, who was usually turned away and didn't expect his father to be looking at him. He wasn't sure what could have been eating Ronac. He believed Ronac was won over and accepted him as his father, yet again, Ronac could be struggling with some lingering doubt. Alestor should had confronted him and had a good one-on-one talk with him, but he felt Time was the proper remedy. But aside that, happiness restored inside Alestor. Alestor knew that his life finally reached a perfect salvation, and with a family like his, nothing seemed to stand in his way.

Equally as important, he spent a great deal of quality time with Charla. They would always find an opportunity to mate, whether it was Ronac going off to play with his friends or taking flight to nearby exotic locations. They couldn't get enough of each other. Charla was obsessed with Alestor's cock. The sheer force of his thrusts and the splicing of their genitals were so hypnotic that Charla felt dead and lived in paradise, her days, to her, were left on repeat and looped constantly over and over again.

And just under a year after Alestor's return, Charla bore another egg. Kigor, Ronac's new baby brother with dark green eyes like his mother's, was born into their lives healthy and peacefully. At first, Ronac felt disturbed seeing his mother bore another living thing into their family. He saw his brother as a replacement, briefly adding more to his troubled feelings about his parents' sexual self-indulgences. But what broke Ronac from these sinful thoughts was when his mother offered Ronac to hold his baby brother, in which he accepted. Feeling his brother's light weight in his arms alleviated Ronac's tormented mind. Looking into his brother's eyes, he reached a sound and happy state. Hearing his brother's soft, high-pitched burst of wordless sounds fluttered all his troubled thoughts away. At that moment, Ronac arrived at a perfect peace.

But after all he had seen with his parents at their most intimate, he couldn't let go. His sense of betrayal - a great misinterpretation fallen upon Ronac that could spear and fracture the strongest of familial bonds - lurked in the back of his mind, prowling just to let Ronac know that that suspicion was still there, but something else was on Ronac's mind. He knew that it would never be at rest if he didn't find out. But now he had a father to ask, so, one day, after building up some courage, he walked over to him, who was in the forest gathering food, and pulled his tail a bit. After he had gotten his attention, Ronac breathed in deeply and asked him:

"Dad, what's a sheath?"

Editor's Endnote(s): Just more expansion with description and character's dialogue in order to create a stronger emotional resonance.

I also reworked the scene in which Ronac and his friends stumble upon Ronac's parents doing it.