Title: Sweet Dreams
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #84, World of Dreams
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: AU, Shonen-ai, Dom/Sub, Cross-dressing, incest, bestiality

Red groggily blinked his eyes open as he glanced around. The place he was in looked familiar, but not familiar enough. He stifled a yawn as he climbed out of bed, before realizing that something was seriously wrong. Not only was he naked, he could also see that his nipples had been pierced with golden rings and that his chest and thighs were splattered with a pinky-white fluid. With a sigh, he staggered to the bathroom, hoping that a cold shower would help.

As he turned the water on, he was surprised to find it pleasantly warm, and he gratefully washed himself clean. Accidentally tugging on his nipple rings sent jolts of pleasure straight to his groin, and he groaned as he felt himself harden. After he had toweled dry, he decided to scratch that itch while he had the chance and quickly jerked himself off, before brushing his teeth and heading out to find something to wear, and hopefully to eat as well.

When he opened his closet, to his astonishment he found that all the clothing was quite feminine. Deciding that perhaps this was a dream, and if so, he could control it, he tried to change his surroundings, but nothing happened. Finally, he put on a pair of pink jeans and a t-shirt that were passable, and opened the door of the room.

The hallway was familiar – he must still be at Indigo Plateau. Perhaps he had gotten roaring drunk last night? But no, he was very sure he hadn’t touched alcohol in a while, so…

“Oh, you’re awake.” A voice cut in, and Red blinked.

“Lance?”

It was indeed the Dragon Master, though his normal silk bodysuit seemed to have been replaced with leather. Red felt his eyes trace the outline of the bulge in Lance’s pants, and he flushed, looking down. Lance smiled as he walked over, his boots clacking on the floor as he cupped Red’s chin and bent down to kiss him deeply.

For a moment, Red only stood in shock, but then his mouth opened and he felt their tongues tangle briefly. One part of his mind protested that he wasn’t gay, while the others hit it over the head, reasoning that it was a dream and he should just enjoy it.

“Well, aren’t you a horny little minx this morning?” Lance asked. “And after everything we did last night too.”

“…Last night?” Red squeaked.

“Mmhmm… though I’m a bit surprised at your choice of attire this morning. Well, it doesn’t matter much. How does breakfast sound?”

Red grinned, and he followed Lance into the dining room. A delicious spread of fruit and pastries waited, and they both ate.

It was only then that Red noticed the rest of the Elite was conspicuously absent. He didn’t feel like commenting on it though, and almost as soon as the meal had concluded, he knew what was going to happen. Lance crooked a finger, and he followed without question.

They stepped into Lance’s room, and Red felt his body tingle in excitement. Lance sat down on a chair, nodding.

“All right, love. Let’s get started.”

Music began to drift from the sound system, and Red began to dance… his body swayed erotically, and he was vaguely aware of his clothing changing, but he paid it no mind… first his shirt fell to the ground, followed by his jeans… then the black thong, and finally, he prostrated himself in front of Lance, his forehead brushing the ground.

Lance pulled him into his lap, and tugged at his nipple rings with a pleased smile. “What should we do now, kawaii child?”

“We can take it slow at first Father…” Red purred, as his mind screamed ‘Father?!’ “And then we can do more fun things.”

“I have no objections.” Lance purred, and Red began to nuzzle his face into Lance’s crotch, using his teeth to undo the fastenings. He lavished the Dragon Master’s rod with long, loving licks, before taking the head into his mouth, bobbing up and down as he relished in the taste. Lance ran his fingers through Red’s hair with a fond smile, even as Red felt his cock rising stiffly, ready to burst…

As he felt Lance nearing the peak, he released him and began to stroke with his fingertips, before his Father groaned and splattered his face with cum.

Delicious, Red thought dreamily, licking himself clean, even as his own prick spasmed wildly, the act of submission driving him into the throes of orgasm.

“What do you want now?” Lance asked, and Red faintly registered that the fingers in her hair were becoming sharper, and he purred leaning into the touch.

“I don’t quite feel up to being sweet anymore…”

Lance snarled, and Red felt his heart rate speed up, even as Lance picked him up and easily flung him onto the bed.

He giggled, even as the last changes solidified and the dragon pounced, spreading his legs with long sharp claws and plunging into his body.

Mine…

He bounced on that thick hardness for what seemed like an eternity, feeling sperm gushing deep into his body even as Lance continued to piston in and out of him, panting. He felt gashes raked into his shoulders and Lance nipping at him, even as a warm tongue curled about his engorged manhood and stroked him in time to every thrust…

He screamed himself hoarse, and even as he felt another gush of liquid spurt from his weeping cock, mingling with his Father’s fluids, he begged for more… and as his Father finally pulled out, he smirked and reached out his hands to wrap around the now monstrous organ.

Oh yes…

Lance’s tongue cleaned every nook and cranny of his child’s body, even as Red hungrily ate his seed like a possessed man, eager for more… he shimmered as the transformation reversed, and Red pouted.

“What a wanton little child you are, Red.”

“Only for you, Father.” Red purred, pulling his Father into a kiss. Lance smirked.

Red woke up gasping, looking around frantically. He took deep breaths, reaching down his body to reassure himself that it was only a dream…

And felt sharp gold cutting into his chest, and his thighs wet with blood and seed.

End Fic

Completed 9/8/06

… Red is a messed up kid. Whee! Yay for broken crack! So was it a dream or not a dream? Well, interpret it, as you will!