Charkonian's A Charizard's Tale

Chapter II: The Return of Alestor

Charla was stunned. It was impossible. Alestor was standing behind her as if he had never died. She blinked a couple of times, her eyes wide with disbelief. She stood up and turned to face him.

His tail flame was burning brightly. He was breathing softly. His chest emitted a faint beating sound: it was his heart, joyous and thriving. He stood tall over Charla, staring at her with a look of compassion. Charla was spellbound beyond reason; so many emotions were flying through her head at once. He was dead...wasn't he? This had to be her imagination. Her longing for him must have driven her crazy. He couldn't be real.

Suddenly, he ran up and embraced her, holding her close to his body. His familiar strong arms took her in completely, and then she knew: it was Alestor. She finally accepted it. She didn't care how it happened, or what force of nature brought him back. All that mattered was that he was here. She returned his hug. Her body was comforted by his heat, a heat she had missed so very much. The scent of his strong spices whisked up her nose. His embrace was so protective, so secure. It was as if she could have lost her soul, and those arms of his would somehow pull it back. She started crying, and he held her even tighter. He licked her neck. She smiled, tears falling from her eyes as she shut them.

"I missed you...so much" she sobbed.

He smiled over her back. "I know."

Alestor lifted his head from her shoulder and kissed her. His tongue wrapped around hers and pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it. She enjoyed this...a lot. In fact, it made her shudder between his arms. Alestor felt this in his grasp and quickly became aroused. His cock started to slip from its tan-colored sheath, beating with a burning lust that only she could quench. She laid her claws over his chest, lying into him, feeling that phallus beat against her. The kiss lasted forever. Charla's own excitement rose as his now rock-solid cock started leaking. She moved in ways that extricated more of his hot precum onto her, making him growl appreciatively. They could never be separated from this kiss.

"Get away from my mother!"

They broke the kiss immediately, and gasped as they looked to Alestor's left, still not letting go of each other. Ronac, Charla's son and a Charmeleon that wasn't to be fooled around with, stood in front of his friends, infuriated. Alestor and Charla no doubt felt embarrassed. Some of the children were giggling. Alestor stealthily resheathed himself so nobody would notice.

"You heard me! I said get away!" Ronac yelled. His voice was relatively high, but still intimidating to some of the young Charmeleons behind him.

Alestor looked at his mate, and bent his head down to her ear. "Charla," he whispered, "is this my..."

She smiled and nodded. Alestor smiled back.

"Do you mind if I test him?" he whispered.

"No. But be careful. He has a bad temper." Charla warned.

The two finally broke the loving embrace between them, but Alestor still kept one hand firmly wrapped around Charla's waist. He stared at Ronac. The young Charmeleon was becoming increasingly angry. His tail flame quickly grew in size. All the children gasped and ran behind a tree. They knew that that size was a sign for battle. The girls looked frightened, and one of them started whimpering in fear. But the boys looked impressed, for they didn't know many Charmeleon who would stand up to a fully-grown Charizard, especially one that they have never seen before.

"This is your last chance! Get away from my mother!" Ronac screamed. Charla got a little worried about what might happen. Alestor simply grinned back. Ronac took that smile as a 'no'. He bent his head back, and launched a flamethrower from it, directly at Alestor. The children cringed as they saw the bright orange fire being released from 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 flamethrower. Then, with a single claw, he swiped away the flame into nothing.

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

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

Ronac eased up a bit, confused by what he just said.

Charla finally stepped forward and spoke gently: "Ronac, I would like for you to meet somebody."

Ronac gazed at her face as she gestured over to Alestor. He then met Alestor's eyes. They stared at each other with dark hazel-colored irises. Alestor stepped closer to Ronac, who surprisingly did not move. Alestor knelt down. The children slowly edged from the back of the tree they were behind.

After a brief moment, Alestor smiled. "Ronac," he said softly, "I'm your father."

Ronac's angry expression started to fade.

"My...m-my father?" he stuttered with an air of uncertainty.

Alestor nodded. Ronac just stood there as Alestor suddenly opened his arms wide in an invitation to hug him. Ronac did not move. Alestor kept smiling. Ronac's tail flame reduced back to normal. His eyes looked watery, like he was going to burst into tears. He shook his head.

"You're lying..." he whimpered. "Mom...Mom said that Dad was gone..."

Alestor still didn't say anything, his smile still spread over his face. His arms were still out wide. Ronac looked back to his mother. She smiled at him also, nodding her head.

It wasn't a lie.

Ronac shut his eyes, clenching his fists together as a tear ran down his cheek. He began to move. What started as a walk broke into a run, and he lunged himself into his father's chest. Alestor closed his arms around the crying child, securing one hand over the back of Ronac's head. Ronac couldn't believe it. This super-strong Charizard that came out of nowhere claimed to be his father, and he believed him. Ronac was sobbing uncontrollably. All the children standing by the tree were utterly shocked. To them, Ronac was the strong and outgoing type of their group. They had never seen him cry before, not even in a fight, and he had been in plenty of those. But they all knew that his father was absent in his life.

"Ronac...I'm so sorry." Alestor breathed, restraining from crying himself. "I will never leave you again. I promise."

Alestor's grip on Ronac tightened. Ronac now knew what it felt like to have a father, as if his future unfolded right before his eyes: now he had a grown Charizard to converse with, talk to about everything, teach him how to become an adult. His father's strong arms seemed to hold him in a way that kept all fear away from him. He wanted this hug to last forever, as did Alestor. But they both soon realized that they had things to do. Alestor quickly broke the embrace, and held Ronac on his shoulders at arms distance, using a claw to rub the top of his head.

"Now go on." Alestor commanded, nudging his chin toward Ronac's friends. "Get out of here. I'll be seeing you later."

Ronac grinned softly. For the first time, Alestor knew what his son looked like when he was happy.

"Okay." Ronac replied, 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. He made certain they were gone for good, their scent faint and at a good distance. Once the coast was cleared, he quickly looked at Charla, and she returned his look. They both knew what the other wanted. Alestor walked over to her, slowly, grinning just a bit. When he was close enough, he gave her a long lick across her muzzle, which she returned after a small giggle of delight. She then took his hand and guided him through the woods.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Someplace safe." She replied, a lusty twinkle showing 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."

They cut a jagged path through the dense jungle. There were several Caterpies and Weedles cascading down the trees, but Charla paid no mind to them. They ducked under branches and leapt over roots, until they came across a large stone cave carved into a steep cliff.

"This way," Charla nudged him, seductively.

Suddenly, some leaves rustled behind them.

Alestor stopped in his tracks and whipped his head behind him. Charla noticed as soon as she felt resistance to her impatient tug.

"What's wrong?" she inquired.

"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 still…someone could be following us. Maybe I should go check..."

He slowly approached the source of the noise, but Charla yanked his hand, stopping him. He looked at her to see her brows furrowed and a look of irritation in her eyes.

"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 let out a nervous sigh and chuckled. She was right. He needed to relax and focus on catching up on lost time. And the best way to start was with his mate. He turned back around and walked with Charla to the entrance of the cave. It was very dark inside, almost pitch black. Nevertheless, Charla yanked his arm, and pulled him deep inside.

Their tails dimly lighting the small space, Alestor cuddled against his mate as she lied back onto her wings, kissing her deeply with both his arms at her sides and holding him up. She looked up at him as he relinquished the kiss, her eyes burning with desire just as his were a few moments ago. He quickly slipped a finger inside of her, causing her to yelp a bit, her juices flowing freely. Alestor growled in pleasure.

"Are you sure now is the best time?" he moaned, delving for another kiss. She accepts it, soon holding his neck down with her arms.

"Now is the only time..." she moans back, feeling his hard-on slip past its shielding. She moaned as he planted it at the entrance to her leaking clit, feeling her neck getting relished by his licking. Charla closed her eyes, ready for him.


It was about a minute before two Charmeleons emerged from the bushes close to the cave, sighing very loudly in relief. They painfully removed their hands from their hot tailflames, which were now glowing very brightly; so bright, Alestor would have spotted them if they hadn't covered them.

"Ouch!...Hot, hot, hot!" one of them yelled. "Man, I told you this was a bad idea!"

He looked at his hands, which were slightly scorched by his own fire.

"We got away with it, didn't we?" the other one 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 another brush right behind them, his claw pointing right at their astonished faces. One of them rushed over to him, gritting his teeth.

"SHUT UP! Shut the fuck up!" the Charmeleon squeaked. The one next to Ronac yanked him down into the bushes. They all stood there crouching, being absolutely still and quiet for a long period of time. When they had felt nothing and no one was around, they stood up again. Ronac dusted himself off and picked out a thorn that had stabbed him in the leg.

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

"You two are always in trouble!" Ronac whispered harshly back. "I wasn't the one who followed my Mom and Dad, did I? It was you two! You made me follow you!"

"I told you somebody was following us!" the Charmeleon whispered to his friend. "But you didn't listen! It was just 'a couple of Weedles'!"

"Alright, let's just drop it!" Ronac said quickly, cutting them off. "Zen! Cranith! We've got to get out of here right now!"

The two Charmeleons looked at each other and then at Ronac again. Zen and Cranith were both the same height but just a little taller than Ronac. The three of them hung out together all the time and were considered the oddballs in their little group. They had many of the same interests and both played a lot. Zen was the most playful and often got himself into trouble that he didn't even need himself to be in. He was a practical jokester and caused several accidents unintentionally due to his own antics, all of which he laughed at.

Cranith, knowing how reckless Zen can be, followed his best friend around so that he wouldn't leave him alone by himself and prevent some of his jokes going out of control. But usually, whenever he had free time and not 'babysitting' Zen, Cranith crammed himself in his human books at home, reading things like An Old Horn's Tale, The Guild and the Guilty, and The Advanced Concepts of Pokemon Anatomy. In fact, he was the only Charmeleon, if at all the only Pokemon in the forest, who could read and understand the human language. How he acquired this knowledge was a complete mystery, nor was it known how he acquired these books. For when he was questioned, Cranith always found a way not to answer the question.

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

"Look up any male in this book, and you'll find out." he said. "And remember, you didn't hear this from me."

But Ronac could never get Cranith to lend him his copy nor explain the concept to him, so he resorted to asking his mom...but that was another story.

"Lets go!" Ronac yelled.

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

"Khan?! You too?!" Ronac yelled in a loud whisper as his eyes laid on the form of his closest friend, a Charmeleon who had just emerged from a bush behind Ronac. 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 says jokingly.

Khan was a little taller than Zen and Canith, and was considered the cool head of the group. He knew what to do just at the right times and saved their tails many a time in the past. He was calm, 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 the eldest. And as if it was fate itself, Khan's mother was Charla's, Ronac's mother, childhood friend. They grew up together from Charmander to Charmeleon to Charizard, and were always there for one another.

"Why are you here?!" Ronac quipped, trying to be careful l not to speak too loudly.

"I saw you sneaking through the woods, so I followed you," Khan simply replied, raising his brow. "Why are you over here?"

"I was following them!" Ronac harshly whispered as he pointed to Zen and Cranith.

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

"JUST FORGET IT!" Ronac screamed through gritted teeth. "We've got to get out of here! All of us! NOW!"

Suddenly, a large orange light glowed from inside the cave, followed by what sounded like Alestor's moaning. All four of them turned their heads toward the light.

"Come on!" Ronac gestured as he turned to start to lead 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 after them.

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

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

Defeated, Ronac groaned and put his head between Khan's and Cranith's shoulders, and peered inside the cave. The cave wasn't too deep, only five meters deep, as shown by the light coming from Alestor's and Charla's intertwined tails. The ceiling of the cave was high enough for any normal size Charizard to casually walk in. The source of the orange light came from Alestor's mouth as he blasted small puffs of fire. Ronac focused his eyes on his parents. He didn't exactly understand what he saw.

Alestor was mounting Charla while standing up, her back still on the stony floor. His thrusting was powerful, emitting moans and delicate growls from Charla. The first thought that crossed Ronac's mind was that he was hurting his Mom. But she was smiling...a lot. 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. Khan and Cranith giggled.

"Something that my mom says I can't do until I turn five." Khan said through his soft giggles. Ronac looked even more confused. Khan was barely even five months old. What in the world was in store within five years?

"It's called mating." Cranith said with a mischievous grin, continuing as he could tell Ronac had no idea what the word meant: "It's what produces eggs that babies hatch from. You see, when an adult male and an adult female within the same specie of Pokemon love each other very much, they do this. Usually, it happens in private, because it involves the...how do you say...private parts."

Ronac's eyes widen with curiosity. He understood now, somewhat. His father was reaming the very thing he used to go to the bathroom everyday into his mother, and somehow, that was making her feel good. No, wonderful. But how was he doing that? Usually, Ronac's private was flimsy and bendable.

"How?" Ronac asked with fervor, despite his increasing embarrassment. "My...private parts...is always soft. How could something so soft fit into her like that?"

"It's private part, not private parts. You only have one, Ronac," Cranith plainly said, causing Zen and Khan to chuckle. Ronac felt embarrassed, but Cranith continued: "It's because he was stimulated into an erection. When something touches a male's private part, it makes the male feel really good, and it becomes hard and stiff, getting him ready for this type of activity."

Ronac's constant questioning made Cranith feel a bit more clinical than he usually did. Ronac, a bit more curious than usual, decided to try a little experiment. Without anyone noticing, he took one of his claws and stuck it inside of his own sheath, one that he never knew he had. He started to rub the head of his soft member. It felt really good to him. Actually, it felt so good that his member slowly started to expand. Soon it was long enough to pop out of his small slit. Ronac panicked. He tried to cover the expanding flesh with his claws, but it only stimulated him more.

It was then that he noticed both Cranith and Khan had the same problem. Soon enough, they all noticed each other. They stared at each other with embarrassed looks until Zen started to burst out laughing at them, whipping around not even bothering to conceal his erection. All three of the bulging Charmeleons shot angry looks at him, and he quickly shut his mouth. They looked back into the cave, hoping Ronac's parents didn't hear them. Thankfully, they didn't.

Alestor was starting to move faster, taking his mate with all the force he had. His grunts were loud and desperate. His claws were gripping harder.

"Why is he going so fast?" Ronac asked, still covering his legs.

"That's because he's about to cum," snickered Khan with a large grin on his face.

"What does that mean?"

"You know when you use the bathroom, a yellow liquid comes out?" Cranith stated. "Well, when the male 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."

Ronac's mind was blown. He had learned so much from watching his parents (and listening to Cranith's big brain). The whole idea of leaving had long left his mind. He peered around the corner once more, careful to stay out of sight.

Alestor was panting hard, a few of his breaths releasing more flares of bright heat. His groin was smashing against Charla's underside, causing her moans to increase in both volume and duration. She could barely take him any longer. Her sweet juices lubricating him, he went faster and harder. Charla roared. Her head bent back on the floor, and fired a huge flamethrower out the cave. All four children jumped out the way 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 explained. And it was true. Charla's facial expression was everything but painful.

She felt her body tighten around Alestor's cock, echoes of pleasure vibrating through her entirety. Alestor felt like he was being squeezed to the breaking point as her muscles contracted to envelop his juicy rod inside her. He let out an earth-shattering roar of his own, again scaring the children 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, letting out a long moan as she was 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.

He finally ended the pushing and collapsed on the floor next to Charla, a little sweat dripping from him. She rolled over, and put her arms over his upturned stomach, making his loose shaft throb with excitement as it lied on his belly. She slowly closed her eyes. But Alestor, sensing someone else's presence, looked up without moving. The end of the cave was visible, and on the wall's edges, the black silhouettes of all four Charmeleons' heads stood looking inside, one of them looking very familiar.

"Charla," Alestor chuckled quietly. "Don't look now, but I think we have company..."

Charla's eyes shot wide open.

"Th-the children?!" she whispered.

Alestor nodded. She started to get up, but the larger Charizard quickly forced her back down.

"No." he said, still smiling. "I think that they will leave on their own. And besides, don't you think that they learned something from watching us? The best way to teach is by example. And this way, we don't have to bore Ronac with petty little conversations."

Charla grimaced. "But we shouldn't be exposing them to this at such a young age...are you sure about that?"

"Oh, don't worry. They won't be seeing us again. If they don't leave, I'll make them." he replied, grinning a bit.

Although Ronac's interest in what was happening was at an all-time high, he knew that he wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place. The idea of leaving returned, slowing filling his head like a slap in the face. He took his head from around the corner and looked at his friends. They weren't paying attention.

"Guys, I really think we should leave. For real this time," Ronac insisted.

"This again? Get over it, Ronac!" Zen moaned. "We're not leaving! Not yet, at least. You're the only one here who wants to go like a chicken!"

Khan lowered his head before taking a look at Ronac himself. But before Ronac could protest further, Zen started to tip-toe closer to Ronac's parents.

"Maybe if we sneak inside, we'll get a better view..."

"No, Zen! "Ronac said as he stepped in the center of the cave entrance, holding out his arms and barring his path.

"Ronac, what are you doing?!" Zen yelled, not keeping his voice lowered this time. "You'll get caught, and then-"

"I don't care!" Ronac interrupted. His frame was easily noticeable in the pathway of the cave. Charla was surprised to see him there.

"I won't let you go in!" he continued defiantly. "They finished. What more do you want? Do you want to be looked at if you were mating?"

Ronac stared down at Zen. The slightly older Charmeleon didn't say anything.

"These are my parents, for crying out loud. My mother and father deserve the same amount of privacy that any other person would get! I won't let you interfere with that! I don't care if they see me or hear me right now, as long as I know that I'm doing the right thing by protecting their alone time. So leave. And know that I will fight you if you try to get through..."

Ronac's tail flame grew to a large size at a rapid pace. Charla was taken aback. Of course she knew that Ronac wasn't afraid to stand up to people, but he had never done this to any of his friends. Zen backed off, mumbling and looking infuriated. But it wasn't long before he stood his ground, which was only a few feet from Ronac, and increased his tail flame's size also, hoping to intimidate the younger Charmeleon. Ronac did not move. The two friends were locked in a staring contest of annoyance.

Then suddenly, Ronac felt Khan's hand fall on his shoulder. He looked back. Khan was standing behind him, frowning at Zen. How he got there so stealthily without anyone noticing was a mystery. Ronac saw his face. He didn't look angry, just upset.

"Knock it off, Zen," he firmly said. Zen was mildly surprised. Khan continued, looking back at Ronac. "Ronac's right. We overstayed our time here. Let's go."

"I'm not leaving!" Zen snarled.

"Then you're going to have to fight both of us."

Khan looked serious, yet compassionate at the same time. Ronac smiled at him, and he smiled back. Khan also increased his tailflame size and spread his arms. Zen was now quite worried; a confrontation with either of them alone was bad enough, but both of them together was just a little too much for him to handle.

"Cranith...help me out here!" He begged as he turned around. But Cranith was nowhere in sight.

"Cr-Cranith? Where are you? Hey, Cranith!"

Zen turned back around to face his friends but found Cranith walking right up next to Khan and Ronac. The book smart Charmeleon turned to face Zen, catching an unexpected look of solemn regret on his face.

"Cranith...what...what are you doing?" Zen asked.

"What's right," he coolly replied. "Don't get us wrong, Zen, we're standing up to you for your own good. Your actions are not deemed to be anything remotely malevolent. There is a chemical reaction within us when we encounter enticing activity such as mating that all Pokemon go through. Humans call it libido, but the other term they also use, rather colloquially: horny. And you, my dear friend, are rather horny to fight us to see more. And if I'm not mistaken, now you're the only one with that certain type of opinion." Cranith also gathered his energy and enlarged his tailflame, spreading his arms along with Ronac and Khan. "Now you're going to have to go through all three of us if you want to go ahead."

Zen looked angrier than he had in his entire life, baring his teeth. His claws were rolled up to fists, shaking with rage. But after a long pause, Zen let out a long sigh, looking down at the ground with a sad look on his face. His tailflame reduced in size.

"Geez, you know I couldn't do that...you guys are my friends...I could never fight you. I guess, Cranith was right. I may have been…horny. But I just wanted to see more," he said calmy. "Sorry, Ronac."

Ronac, Khan, and Cranith all eased up and reduced heir tailflames, and lowered their arms. Ronac walked over to Zen, patting him on his shoulder.

"C'mon...let's go home." Ronac said softly, smiling. Zen lifted his head and smiled back. Khan and Cranith approached from the sides, and not too long after, all four of them wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders, starting to walk back through the forest.

Charla was amazed. Never in her life had she seen such friendship resolve a conflict that swiftly. Alestor was right. And to think, he knew his son that well only after seeing him for a few minutes.

"How did you know he was going to leave?" Charla inquired softly.

"It's a father-son bond, Charla. Don't worry about it." He replied. "Now, where were we? Hmm...I think I remember..."

Alestor lifted his foot high off the ground. Charla could see a small sliver of his throbbing member between his legs before he slammed his foot back down onto the ground as hard as he could. The vibrations produced were easy to mistake for an earthquake. The whole cave was rumbling for a period of time, during which Charla had resumed a rather tight hold on Alestor, scared a little bit out of her wits. After a few seconds of this rumbling, however, the entrance to the cave was barricaded to the brim by an avalanche of rocks from the ceiling. The shaking died down. Charla let go of her mate, and stared at the solid wall of granite close to them. Then she stared at Alestor, who was smiling at her.

"You…you…" she started as she playfully hit him on his chest, "Could you have at least warned me before you go to do something like that. I lost you once and I don't plan on losing you again. In fact," she pasued as she roared, "you almost killed us both!"

Alestor buried his face next to her neck, laughing. "Charla, I measured it out. There was no way the ceiling could have incaved on us. Trust me, with you in my arms, nothing is going to hurt you."

"Is there no limit to what you can do?" she sighed happily, a bit out of breath. Alestor raised his head back up, gazing at her as he grinned.

"Around you, no."


Outside, all four Charmeleons looked back at the closed off entrance, their rumps all on the floor having fallen over from the mini-earthquake Alestor caused. It was blocked off.

Zen stood up, dusting himself off. "Man, they really don't want us to see them again, do they?" he laughed. They heard more muffled moaning noises coming from inside the cave.

After a short pause, Khan snickered. He turned around, walked up to the entrance, and touched a boulder. "You think they'll be fine?"

Ronac stood there thinking, scratching his head. "If my dad caused it, they sure can get out of it. C'mon guys, let's keep moving." Ronac urged. They all nodded in agreement and continued on their way.


Back inside, Charla was collapsed on top of Alestor, panting hard for the second time in one day. She lied on his belly, feeling her insides squirm with the presence of his warm seed. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he lied heaving below her, all eleven inches of his firm cock still jammed inside her. He soon collected himself, though, and gave her another lick on the neck. She smiled.

"We've...got to try...not...to do this...so often..." Alestor panted. "Otherwise...we'll have more children...than we can count!"

Charla moaned at the large shaft inside her, spreading her walls apart. She didn't care about that at the moment...just being with the love of her life she thought was lost forever was good enough for her. The somber light of their tails, a little low form their excessive fatigue, were lighting up the cave with a dull glow. Charla felt his arm fall onto her back as she hugged him a bit tighter.

"So tell me..." Charla started. "How did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Come back from the dead."

Alestor closed his eyes as he went into a flashback.

"From the dead? It was a day I will never forget. Nothing less than a miracle," He begun softly as if he was going off into a trance. "I remember right after Zagref's fire blast hit me, I was knocked out, fatally wounded. It was your wonderful touch that brought me back to my senses. But I knew I was going to die, and I didn't want you to live alone. That's why I had you mate with me, so you could produce a child to keep you company. One last time, just to make sure. It was not long after that when I passed out."

He opened his eyes again.

"It was total darkness. No light. No sound. No emotion. But then, I noticed you. You were a solid vision in this place. I could even smell you. And then, somehow, I heard your voice...you're beautiful, beautiful voice, tainted with sorrow..."

Alestor could hear those words in his head, just as clear as he had heard them spoken that long time ago. He mouthed it, letting the sound of the words flow out weakly as if he was releasing his last breath:

"Alestor...I love you."

He continued, speaking normally: "I knew then that I couldn't leave you. I begged for another chance, one I knew I didn't deserve. For all the sins I have done, I begged for a second attempt to do the right thing. I believe the spirits of that sacred spring you brought me to took pity on me and granted my wish. They returned me to my own senses and I stood up. It was still pitch black, but I couldn't believe it. The spring had also repaired my scars. My tail flame burned with an unfamiliar flame, one that felt warmer and more comfortable. Instantly, I knew what you had done for me. And I couldn't repay you enough, Charla.

He kissed her neck now, grabbing her body with both of his arms instead of just one. Charla held back, the water building up in her eyes as she snuggled against his comforting warm chest, deep in thought and entranced by his story.

"It was soon after that I had heard another voice, although I wasn't sure where it came from. It spoke to me, booming loud as if it was in my head: 'Alestor, faith in the one you desire is strong. It is this belief that has granted you a second chance. Now go. Chase after her and never let her flee from your sight. Follow your heart for it will guide you back safely, and once there, your life shall be fully restored.'

"I didn't care who or what said it, but I did what I was told and followed my heart. I couldn't see it, feel it, or hear it. It was just...there. Like I was in a cave looking for the light to the entrance. I don't know how long it took me, but I finally picked up on your beautiful scent. That's when I knew I was on the right path."

Alestor was once again lost in his memories, his eyes closed shut yet another time.

"I followed it, followed it, and followed it. I felt like giving up but knew I couldn't. For your sake I had to continue. So I followed the path for about a year and a half, never tiring, never stopping...and then...I saw you. Beautiful as ever. And like waking up from a dream, all the darkness vanished and the light, the forest, the air….you, everything came back into focus. I thanked the higher power that allowed me to find you, and literally started weeping in joy. I had found you, my love.

Charla busted out crying, right as he said 'my love'.

"And now, I will tell you the same thing I told Ronac..." He started as he gripped her in their embrace. His body felt good next to the cold stone floor. She sniffed, holding as tight onto him as she could as he whispered in her ear.

"Charla...I will never leave you again. I promise."


As the weeks past, Alestor slowly started to get used to his new life as a father. He played a lot with Ronac and always managed to have some quality time with Charla. He never felt more happier in his life. Alestor knew that he achieved the happy life he wanted, and with a family like his, that would never change.

Charla had soon birthed another egg, and the Charmander that emerged a month later was named Kigor. It was another male, but it had dark green eyes like Charla's, the only difference between him and Ronac. Ronac was very happy with his new baby brother and took time to care for him.

But after all he had seen from his parents, something was still on his mind. He knew that he would never be at rest if he didn't find out. But now he knew that he had a father to ask, so after building up some courage, he walked over to his father, who was in the forest gathering food, and tapped him on the back. After he had gotten his attention, Ronac breathed deeply, and asked him:

"Dad, what's a sheath?"

Editor's Note: So I went back and finished my edits for Chapter 2. Was busy this week, so I only got halfway done. But I went back and finished cleaning up. I do hope you enjoy the progress of this story. Will try to get a head start with Chapter 3.

Just a brief note on what I fixed: I proofread, worked on the grammar (I'm not the best, but hey), added some lines such as clarification of details and elaboration of dialogue. All in all, in terms of story and structure, this is how Charkonian intended the chapter to unfold. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

Also to note, I'm still working on cleaning up Chapter 1. Early on, Charkonian liked his sex scenes, so getting through that and making the whole thing work is a bit taxing. Later on, for those who stick around, you will see his focus change from sex into drama.