Title: Discount
Rate
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #31, Discount Rate
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, Het, PWP, pegging
Lance was surprised to see Red walk in the door of her office, carrying a sheaf of papers. “It’s nice to see you again.”
He plunked down the files on her desk, before he took a deep breath. “I need a loan.” There! It was out.
“Let me guess. Your Reserve Requirements are below the minimum again?” She asked, setting the scene.
The black-haired young man nodded sheepishly. There were so many unpaid loans… the economy was tanking, and people just couldn’t make payments. He was in danger of going bankrupt. “Yes. Not just that. We’re going bankrupt.”
“I guessed.” The woman said quietly. “Well, let’s see.” After a few hours of reading through paperwork, Lance approved a loan for fifty thousand pokeyen, at an interest rate of 3% a year. Nothing too damaging…
Red sighed in relief, as the money was electronically transferred.
“So, now what are you going to do?”
“Whatever are you talking about?” Lance blinked at him.
“You told me that if I wanted a loan, I’d have to do something more than what we did last week. So what is it?”
“Are you sure you’re willing?” She asked.
Red shrugged. “It didn’t hurt at all last time.”
“True…” Lance shrugged. “Well, we might as well get warmed up.” He got up and locked his door, even as Red began to pull off his clothing. Really, this man was admirable, but…
“Don’t you care that you’re practically whoring yourself out to me?”
“Should I?”
“Most people would.” Lance said quietly.
“Well, I’m doing it to help people, so it’s not that important.” Red shrugged. “Besides, if it’s this instead of fines, you’re actually being nice to me.”
“… True…”
“And you’re pretty.”
That was not what the inspector had expected. Golden eyes narrowed in contemplation, even as she saw Red strip down to nothing. Then, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Mm…
Perhaps she could even train him… after all, one session was hardly enough.
“Ooh, are you getting hard?” Red asked, a bit surprised but not at all unwilling. “That’s nice. It will make this easier.”
Lance reached into her desk, coming up with a bottle of champagne. It wasn’t the best, but it would do. “Come here.”
Red obeyed, even as she broke the seal and poured a generous amount into the glass on her desk. She coated her fingers well, before she wriggled one into his body.
He twitched. The alcohol stung, but in a good way, and he felt that finger brush against something in his body that gave him a shiver of pleasure.
“Wow…”
“It gets better.” Lance promised, adding a second figure. Red nodded, leaning against the desk for support as he felt a third finger enter him. Gods…
Then they were gone, and there was something larger, and he cried out even as he felt Lance push inside, pleasure and pain mingling as she began to thrust into him. He felt his own cock rising to attention, and he began to push backwards against each thrust, crying out as he felt his orgasm nearing its peak. She hissed as she pounded into him, and he felt warmth flood his bowels, and that feeling was enough to send him spiraling over the edge with a shout.
Cum splattered all over his thighs, and he blushed.
She was amazing…
When he came to, he found Lance carefully wiping him off with a towel soaked in more champagne. Red shivered, both at the implications and the cool touch. Another peek behind him showed him the truth. She was wearing a strap-on, with a pair of fake balls dangling beneath it.
“Oh…” So that was where the fake semen had come from.
“Are you all right?” Lance asked. Her hair was in disarray and she had taken off her spectacles, but she was still smirking. Red blushed.
“I-I’m fine…”
She really was pretty though, very pretty! And he was doing this for the good of Pallet Town, so he really didn’t feel guilty at all.
Quietly, he began to gather his clothing. Then, he dressed in silence.
He left after a few more minutes, feeling giddy, and it could not all be attributed to the new loan. Then, he peeked inside.
“I love you, Lance-chan.”
“Darling,” She grinned.
He came back and gave her a hug. “I do love you.”
His wife raised her eyebrows, but did not say anything more.
Red grinned. “I’ll make dinner tonight. It’s my turn anyway.”
“Well, if you’re tired, we could get take-out.” She offered. He shook his head.
“I’ll be okay!”
Nodding, she got up, and began to wipe the desk down. “Okay.”
End Fic
Completed 1/16/07
Edited 6/5/09
The Discount Rate is the interest rate on the loans that the Federal Reserve makes to banks. (Brief Principles of Macroeconomics, 4th Edition by N. Gregory Mankiw) Raising the discount rate lowers the supply of money, lowering the discount rate increases the supply of money.
This takes place after Theme #32, Reserve Requirements
Red: I’m whoring myself out for the greater good?!
Lance: *Smirk* I don’t mind
Phantomness: It’s IC for you, all right? Lance is hot, he’s not abusing you, and the end justifies the means. Plus it gives you a chance to be heroic!
Red: *Sobs*
Lance: *molests*