Editor's Note: A fan of a lost, as well as unfinished, fanfic, I grew up reading this, enjoying its gritty depictions of sexual rendezvous, star-crossed lovers, the past never dying, the feeling of regret, and, above all else, finding love within a community, within a family, and within a living being. I voraciously waited for new chapters to be published. Despite the waiting, the author announced the fanfic to be discontinued. This was six years ago. This is my attempt to, not only polish and improve, the story but to also create a 'fan' ending that brings all the elements that the author set up but never been able to complete. You may call this an exorcise of one's fandom.

Additionally, I am prone to make mistakes. I will have to look back to review my edits to make sure I added everything that needed to be made.

A Charizard's Tale

I: Chapter 1: Love, Lost and Found

In the dead of the night, the forest, at times, could be a dangerous place for wanderers to lose their way; however, Charla could never expect such unimaginable danger lurking in the shadows that watched her every move. A slender female Charizard with a light orange tone, Charla strolled silently through the forest; her path illuminated by the moon which hung above her and guided her with small pools of white. Occasionally, she looked to her left and saw glimpses of small Pokémon with glittering green eyes staring at her. A sigh escaped her mouth as she came to a halt. She had been walking for some time now, and she had a reason: mating season. For most Charizards in this hemisphere, she embarked on a journey for a mate, and, to great dismay, encountered little luck. It wasn't long before her pace resumed; despite her destination remaining unknown to her, she looked up to the night sky, full of twinkling stars and a full moon, to guide her path. Suddenly, a great fatigue came upon her. Through a gaping bush, a still pond laid open before her in an enclosed field. Despite feeling weighed down by imaginary weights, she sprinted toward it and desired nothing more, at that moment, to settle down and have a drink. The area was empty. She walked to the edge of the pond and bent down.

She was very thirsty, for she stayed there gulping for at least five minutes. She thought faintly about how she must of forgotten to drink earlier this morning; the excitement of finding the one male to take and claim her enraptured her. One thought led to the other, and soon she began envisioning the male of her dreams: what he'll look like, sound like, taste like. Her first mate. Or even her soulmate.

Out of nowhere, something yanked her tail; something powerful and threatening. She was dragged on the wet ground, and before she could bring herself back from her lofty dreams into the realm of reality, she felt her tail being lift high. When she threw her head back to see who was doing this to her, something big, something enormous, stabbed her; at least, that was what she assumed. Her flesh was split and the thing dug itself further inside, shaking her very heart and soul with a pain that tore through her with such immensity. Charla let out an agonizing roar, clutching the ground with her claws. She gathered enough strength to look back to discover the beast.

It was a male Charizard, about a foot taller and wider than she was. He grinned, pushing her downward into the soil. He crashed his girth inside her into the ground. His member was crunching her insides. She wanted it to stop. Her first time and this how it was going to be. Those few seconds before all this happened appeared to be light years away. Now, all her hopes and aspirations came crashing down on her, slicing her scales, letting all her lifeblood spilling out of her. His low, rumbling voice was her wake-up call.

"Such warm insides...ohhhh...you'll make a nice toy to play with," the male Charizard grunted. "My name is Zagref, and I am also looking for a mate. So why don't we skip the formalities and get straight to the part where we fuck."

"Stop it!" she screamed but to no avail. "Why are you doing this?"

"Why?" he replied, cackling. "Because we both need mates, no matter who they are, right? And besides..."

He grabbed ahold of her hips with a piercing grip. He peered into her eyes and smirked.

"...I need a little practice for the other females I may run into."

The moon fell. The moonlight faded from his face, darkening it. The only thing she could make out were his fiery eyes, igniting to the pleasure of devouring her. He pulled his rock hard member all the way out and rammed it into her with unimaginable force. She could do nothing to fight it; his incredible weight and strength were keeping her pinned. She screamed and roared at such a high volume that it sounded like her life was oozing out of her. Every time his crotch slammed against her bottom, there was a surge of pain that stayed and piled up with the next. Her vaginal regions were being stretched so wide. adding more discomfort. Zagref moaned and groaned on top of her.

"Yesssssss...virgin tails always make the best toys...ohhhh...that's it...keep milking me...just like that...yesssss..."

If she was milking him, like he said, then it wasn't intentional. She didn't even feel in control of her body anymore. Her vagina leaked blood; the sheer force of his cock was tremendous.

The pace quickened. The moon continued to plummet toward a mountain range in the distance; all mountains bore sharp tips. He clutched harder. He leaned more into her. She could smell his breath, heavy with ash and raw meat. The pain never ceased and continued to spike her like a flamethrower being shot right up her nether regions. She couldn't take it much longer; she needed it to stop. His thrusts were powerful and merciless. She would have given anything to just die now...

Then, Zagref thrust into her with all his might, tearing her sides with his claws. Charla's blood-curdling scream pierced the night sky. The moon stabbed itself onto the mountains, cracking its pristine shape. Zagref roared in delight, his head tilting upward to shoot out a flamethrower that lit up the area. Charla cried; her tears blended with her blood. A thick, warm liquid shot inside her, squirting endlessly against her ravished walls. This made her feel even worse, having to bear an egg to this monster was beyond her understanding. But she had her doubts about that too; after this was all over, she probably wouldn't be able to have eggs anymore. The moonlight began to vanish rapidly with the moon rupturing.

Zagref's moans subsided as the climax died. His orgasm lasted for quite a while before he relaxed into a panting afterglow, still retaining Charla's bleeding hips in his clutches. He pulled out of her slowly, letting her get the feel of his rough cock. When he removed himself completely, he wiped the blood off his member, and re-sheathed himself, licking his claws clean with another malicious smirk. Charla sobbed uncontrollably. Zagref slapped her backside as he spoke.

"Like that, cunt? I know I did. Such a tight fit, though...I better watch out for who I run into next time. We'll meet again...be sure of that. Mating like that deserves a second go."

Whether or not this was a last sign of hope, a divine intervention, or the moon's farewell gift to her before dying, Charla noticed, trying to look behind her before he took off, a deep, crimson scar over one of his eyes, captured in the dying moonlight. The rest was in darkness. Zagref took off into the night sky and disappeared.

Charla felt dead. She never wanted this to happen again. She bled freely, her vaginal regions pulsing with a pain that was as sharp as the thinnest of needles. Her world started to darken.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

A slightly high voice, but clearly a male's, sounded through the air. The Charizard male in question arose from the same gaping bush that Charla emerged from and looked around, and there, by the lake's edge, he saw Charla, wounded, ravished, deflowered.

"My lord, what happened?!" He whispered as he flew over and landed beside her. He was appalled by the blood near her tail, which increased in quantity as he stared her down. "Are you all right?! Please say something!"

Charla did her best to look up again, but it was far more difficult than she realized it would be. She let her head hit the ground, still breathing hard. "Please...help..." she managed to wheeze out.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine. Just hang on!" said the male Charizard. He scooped her up in his arms and took off. Soaring high above the forest, he began to cruise west, holding her tighter. His speed was remarkable, even with her added weight. Charla never knew a Charizard could fly that fast.

"Please hang on!" He encouraged her. "We're almost there!"

The Charizard flew even faster. His speed was so incredible that a couple of Hoothoots flying by were hit by the wind and almost fell to the ground. He was like a bullet in the sky. The wind from his speed was almost blowing out his tail flame, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting this misfortunate soul the care she needed. He looked at her face with determined eyes. She looked back, her eyes half closed. For a split second, he felt some sort of connection to her.

He reduced his speed before he went into a hover on top of a wide lake.

Something happened inside of him. A rumbling vibrated inside his chest. His torso started to get hotter. He bent his head back, taking in a deep breath. Charla shut her eyes as he thrust it back forward with a blinding flamethrower, directing it at the lake. The powerful flames hit the water, spreading throughout the surface, and in a matter of seconds, the whole lake started to boil. The Charizard carefully descended to the ground at the edge of the lake. Charla smelt a clean scent in the air that somewhat ameliorated her senses.

"This is a sacred place," he said in a soft and comforting voice. "Only few know about it. The waters in this lake can heal wounds and revitalize the spirit. The fumes created will accelerate the process if you breathe deeply."

Charla's wheezing calmed a bit. She noted his knowledge about the forest; it was as if he took painstaking snapshots and notes about all the locations and all its history and significance tied to them.

"If this doesn't work...I don't know of anything else," he sighed. "The nearest Pokémon Center is miles away, and if I took you there, you would probably die of blood loss...but do not fear. I know you will recover. Belief has stronger power than you may think."

The male Charizard kneeled, letting Charla sink into the warm, refreshing lake, careful to keep her tail out on the edge. The water was heaven. She breathed deeply, as instructed, and instantly her body felt calm on the inside. Her muscles tensed down. Her eyes closed slowly. It was an invigorating experience. Energy restored inside her. She looked down. Her bleeding stopped. In fact, she could feel her slashed flesh begin to heal over slowly. It was a marvel.

Charla looked over her shoulder at him. "Th-thank you..." she breathed, recovering the strength to speak again.

"It was my pleasure," he said, smiling. His eyes brightened with joy.

"I'm at a loss for words," she said, darting her attention at the bubbles foaming around her. She circled her finger on the surface, barely touching the water. "I don't know how to thank you."

"There's no need. I find great joy in helping others."

Whether it was the mysterious power of the lake or the heat tingling at her scales, Charla's heart leapt. She looked at him. "What's your name?"

"Alestor. And yours?"

"Charla."

"Charla," he said, letting the last syllable roll of his tongue longer as if he was recording the name inside his memory. "It's a beautiful name."

She blushed and looked away.

"It was a pleasure knowing you, Charla." He smiled and he turned to make his leave.

Startled, Charla grasped the ground, pulling on the grass. A great sense of emergency fell upon her. The moment he turned his back, the trees, in her eyes, crowded around her, their branches, dark and shadowy, stretched toward her, spread out like a spider's web. The area darkened; the only source of lights were the dim tinkles of the stars.

"Wait," she yelled. She wasn't even sure what was going through her mind. It just bolted out of her mouth. He turned back around and waited for an answer.

Charla was truly at a loss for words now; before she just teased. She gazed at him, his figure barely recognizable. The darkness, snaking out of the forest, was all over him as if he was being swallowed into an abyss, but the faint starlights outlined his body. She worried. What if he was another Zagref, manipulating her into thinking that he was a kind and nice soul, but when she let her guard down, he would pounce and attack. But what if he wasn't? She doesn't know for sure, but when he held her in his arms for that brief moment, she felt a great sense of security. His scales were smooth and heart beat at such a fast rate that she could surmise that he wasn't faking. At that moment, what seemed to be forever, Charla battled two forces that contradict each other. She could let him go, wondering where he would go and what he would do; if he planned on thinking about her later as he stared at the sky, searching for answers. Would she let him go? Divert from a future that may or may not seem profitable? Or could she take the other path? Allowed herself to become his wife, or mistress, or mate? Allowed herself to know him, understand his quirks and personality, and taste all his glory? She had to decide. Her heart beat roughly as if ready to explode. A longing grew exponentially. She struggled with her words:

"Would you...stay with me...until I feel better?"

He chuckled, walking back over to the edge of the water. "Of course I will."

And with that, Alestor slipped into the water beside Charla. With him by her side, Charla could finally make out his figure. His size was almost the exact same as Zagref's, but the difference between the two was that Alestor's body was toned, every muscle chiseled, whereas Zagref's was bulkier, every limb on his body bloated and pulsing. He had dark hazel eyes, and his marble teeth looked strong and refined. Despite barley knowing him, Charla laid her head against his chest, desiring to feel his smooth scales rub against her face. Alestor smiled. He put his arm over her back and looked up at the night sky, leaning back against the bank. Charla, drunk by the soothing fumes and Alestor's strong, yet comfortable, arms, succumbed into a deep sleep.

Editor's Endnote(s): The original first chapter, entitled "Zagref's Revenge," runs pretty long. I made the executive decision to split the chapter into two, feeling that what precedes after Alestor and Charla getting together should be its own chapter. The title to this chapter, "Love, Lost and Found," is my own creation, to suggest Charla's rape and her new found love with Alestor. I did not remove any major passages. I added more passages to clarify the locations and themes of the story.