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Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Satoshi Tajiri, Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. Star Wars belongs to George Lucas and others. 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: Herm, incest

Chapter 3

When Red finally left the bacta tank, she was still shell-shocked. Richie tried to hit on her. It was only intended to cheer her up, but she took it the completely wrong way. Still, she just narrowed her golden eyes and tried to ignore him.

"Red..."

“Richie, you think I'm into incest or something? Just because the Dark Lord raped me you want a shot too?” Her eyes artfully filled with tears.

“I don't want to be touched again... I've been traumatized enough, and to find out that the Dark Lord is our brother on top of that…!” Red clutched herself.

She looked in his mind again. Her eyes widened at what she found. Well, it seemed that Richie really was their younger brother! She felt a wave of intense disgust. He was nothing like Lance.

He didn’t have any of her Lord’s polish or fire. In fact, he was rather boring. Nonetheless, should she tell her older brother of their younger brother? He had said to notify him if anything came up.

She quickly made her decision. < My Lord? Something else came up. > She reached for Lance's mind.

Lance frowned as she transmitted the information. < This is unexpected... >

He did not relish the development at all.

< Richie is our younger bother. Should I try to convert him? >

< If you wish. > Lance smiled. < But first things first, love. It is almost time to destroy them. >

Red nodded. < I agree and will do what is needed..." She said the last part aloud, quietly.

Richie frowned. "Red?"

She was acting strange. But before he knew what was happening, Red had hit him with something that left him paralyzed.

She smirked. < You are going to join your brother and sister now. > Her voice intoned. It was completely different from the gentle Force-telepathy she had used to talk to him before!

Richie gaped at her. < W-What? >

Red ran her hands down her body, her clothing melting away to reveal her naked curves for a second, before black leather curled over her.

She smirked at him. < You’ll see soon enough. >

That very night, all of the shields on the base went down as the Imperial Force attacked. Almost all of the Rebels died.

Richie was now locked in a cell, with steel binders on his wrists and a choker around his neck that prevented him from touching the Force. Lance was not about to take any chances, despite Red’s assurances that Richie had little training.

Lance kissed Red, sliding his hand between her legs and finding her slit. She had left her breasts and genitals bare for him, despite the beautiful black leather that encased her curves.

< Mmm. I love your touch, My Lord... >

< It's been far too long, love… > Lance curled his fingers inside of her.

Just then, Lance's comlink beeped. He scowled as he flicked it on, recognizing the Force signature behind it. "My Emperor?"

“I have sensed a disturbance in the Force. I want you to check for the source. Then report back Indigo immediately, servant.”

Red wanted to say something harsh, but kept silent.

"Very well, Master." Lance said.

Goodman hung up.

She looked irritated. “That was the Emperor?” * How disgusting! * < He's not really your Master, is he? >

< Do you think he is? >

< He'd better not be! >

Lance chuckled. < No, he isn't. And he won't be Emperor much longer either, my Dark Lady. >

Inside his cell, Richie was horrified. How could Red let Lance touch her? She'd been disgusted when he had tried. And hadn’t Lance raped her?

Was she that broken that she thought it was love?

Red smirked. < But first, for luck… >

She kissed Lance and cupped him through his pants, glad that he had foregone his normal armor. That would have been inconvenient for their games.

< Of course. >

< And you're hiding me from him, aren't you? >

< Yes... > Lance purred.

Richie stared as Red bent down and pulled Lance's cock out, his eyes nearly bugging out. Damn, now he felt inadequate. He was a few years younger then Lance (and Red), but still!

She began to give him a blowjob.

Lance rested his fingers in Red's hair as Red sucked and moaned with delight, and to Richie's horror, was actually fingering herself while she took him down her throat.

Richie could also see her delighted expression.

"R-Red..."

Lance chuckled in her mind as Red began to tongue the little slit.

< Well of course! I chose Big Brother over Little Brother, My Lord... And he still doesn't know I'm a Dark Lady... >

< Yes, > Lance raked his eyes over Red's form. < Though I would have assumed from your attire that it was obvious. >

< He is a little dense. > Red admitted. < It probably comes from growing up in a place like Orre. >

Lance sighed. < Maybe I need to make the point very clear... > He focused. Red squeaked as her clothing vanished, replaced with her leather cuffs and chains. Lance admired the dark red cuffs on her forearms and calves, and the matching strips wound around her thighs, and the lovely rings with dangling chains that he had put on her nipples and also in her navel and labia.

Lance tugged gently at the chains as Red gasped in arousal, trembling.

< Feels wonderful, My Lord. > She let Richie hear.

Lance ran his hands over the leather bands around her thighs that spread her legs and left her swollen clit and snatch bare. He smirked at Richie. < See how hot for me she is? >

Richie tried to look away. He truly did love his sister, though perhaps not in the way he assumed, and he definitely wanted her, so he couldn't help but be very jealous of their older brother.

Red bared her throat to Lance.

Richie's eyes widened. No wonder the Empire had found them!

“Why, Red? Why did you betray us?” He cried.

Red was purring audibly as Lance mounted her. Richie's eyes widened as he watched Lance. No! She was still injured badly down there, wasn't she?

"You'll hurt her!" He screamed.

< No I won't. > The Dark Lord purred.

< Richie, I'm completely healed. > Red sent. < But that doesn't mean I don't want him to rape me... >

“B–But the Healers said that!”

Red shrugged. < But I'm a Dark Lady, Richie. I healed it all easily. You would have known if you’d gotten any real training. >

< The Dark side uses passion... lust... > Lance hissed. < And my Lady feels those very strongly. >

< And only for My Lord. > Red added.

"But..." He started.

< Richie, you don't know me at all. > She sent.

Richie could feel the waves of lust pouring off the two of them; it was that strong. And Red was obviously enjoying being fucked. She arched into Lance. They didn't need words to communicate, not when they were almost twins, with their dark bond humming delightedly all the while.

Richie was their half-brother from a different mother, Lance thought. He groaned as Red collapsed against him, both of them cumming in unison.

That's when Richie saw Lance's eyes. They were the same strange shade of gold as Red's.

“You... really are related!”

His eyes were plain brown.

Lance nodded, as he yanked the chains hard, causing Red's nipples to bleed as she fell forwards against him.

< Mm… >

Lance stroked her clitoris, causing it to grow into a long, thick phallus, almost as big as his own. < Ride me, my Lady... >

Red replied. She enjoyed the feeling of Lance's hand on her new cock.

< The strongest bloodlines are from brothers and sisters... > Red told Richie, even as she parted Lance's legs and pressed against his opening. Ooh.... he was nice and tight.

< Royal families interbred to keep their bloodlines pure... >

Red wondered if she was really pregnant with Lance's baby. She wouldn't mind at all if she were.

Lance hissed as Red plunged into his ass.

< Wow... > she breathed.

She looked into his eyes, seeing bright, hot passion.

Lance licked her lips. < You like it? >

< Yes! But not as much as when you're in me. >

Still, Red wouldn't mind doing this sometimes.

Richie's eyes were as wide as saucers. “This is sick!”

Red stopped for a second, eyes flashing angrily. < No one asked for your opinion, Little Brother. >

< Besides, > Lance smirked

Richie shivered. He'd rather not find out...

Red gasped as she creamed herself inside of Lance's body. < Wicked! >

Lance smirked.

< So tight, my Lord... >

Red felt Lance reach down and stroke her labia gently. < I'm glad you think so. >

< I'd rather you take me though. > Red looked up feeling a probe skittering across her mind. < What was that? >

Lance smirked. < Who says I can't while you're in me, hmm? I'm very flexible. > To demonstrate, he slid the first four inches into her.

< OH! > Red gasped. < We can take each other at the same time... >

However, her elation was curbed when she felt an unfamiliar mind touch hers.

The Dark Lady felt disgusted, but it slipped away a moment later, having been unable to penetrate her shields. < The Emperor...? >

She pulled away from Lance and looked out into space.

Lance nodded.

Red shivered. < That felt disgusting. >

< He is weak. > Lance agreed. < But loathsome, like a slug. >

< Does he know of me then? >

< He thinks you're just a pleasure slave I'm occupying myself with. >

< Does he know of our eyes? > She looked at him.

< Of course not. >

She relaxed. < He had never seen your eyes then, has he? >

Lance pumped her a few more times, before planting his seed inside of her again. < We should probably get going. > He said regretfully. < And no. He has never seen my eyes. I have always worn my armor... >

Red nodded. < Then I should hide mine as well. > She concentrated, and her eyes became plain brown.

Lance eyed her. < Do you mind wearing these when we see him? >

< Not at all, My Lord… >

Lance smiled. He took Richie too, and then teleported.

The Emperor was waiting when Lance bowed before him, in full armor. Red stood meekly behind her, her eyes downcast.

Richie was fuming.

<You will not say a word. > Red warned Richie quietly.

"Ahh." Goodman smiled. "The boy..."

Richie looked at his sister to see that she was looking at him from the corner of her eye.

Red stiffened slightly. No matter how different he was, Richie was still family.

< He is the Force-sensitive, my Emperor. > Lance told Goodman.

Goodman barely glanced at Red, but she still felt disgusted.

< What a disgusting creature. > Red said quietly. Letting Lance and Richie hear her.

Goodman got up from his throne, leering and grabbed Red's breasts. She immediately slammed Dark Force Lightning into him.

"What?" He cried, just as Lance drew his lightsaber.

< Get your filthy hands off my Lady... >

Richie quickly stood in front of Red and behind Lance. Ready to help his brother if he had to. He wasn’t sure he could, but Goodman was making him angry.

< Don't touch me, you disgusting creature! > Red glared, her fingertips sparking.

< How dare you! > Goodman tried to blast them back with Dark Force of his own, but he couldn't.

Lance smirked. < You are weak. You do not deserve to be Emperor. >

Richie snorted. “Weakling.”

< You are not royalty. > Red declared. < We will no longer allow your abuses to run rampant. >

Lance wrapped his arm around Red's waist, sliding gloved fingers into her quim. He brought his lightsaber down on Goodman, who screamed.

Red could feel herself nearing climax as she felt lovely Dark energy pool between them. The sparks on her fingers grew brighter.

Lance pulled his cock out and turned to her. Red leaned into him, letting him enter her.

< Kill him while I take you... > Lance commanded. Red felt him pressing against her hymen.

She readied her lightning.

Richie might be jealous, but he couldn't deny that they were incredibly attractive together. And they were too different from him, really. He could never match that level of skill or power…

Red blasted Goodman as Lance broke her virgin barrier again, causing her to bleed even as she screamed in ecstasy. Her lightning was so powerful that the Emperor was crispy in seconds. He was dead before he hit the ground.

She and Lance both basked in the outpouring of darkness as he died.

Richie grinned. The Emperor was dead!

Well, in this way, he supposed that the Rebellion’s purposes had been achieved…

Even if Lance and Red were Dark, they could probably do a much better job of ruling the galaxy. Plus, they were his siblings. It would just take some time to get used to.

Lance smiled at Richie. < We will make you a Prince. >

Richie grinned at that. He'd get a castle, and maybe a girlfriend...

He nodded.

Two weeks later, Red and Lance were married. Soon, the galaxy was peaceful again, and no one questioned the Dark Lord and Lady.

End Chapter/End Fic

Completed 10/17/07

Lance: ^^
Red: *Glomps Lance*

Phantomness: *Preens* Finished!

I’m not sure if this counts as a happy ending. Certainly, it is happy for some people, but the good do not always end happily! Good and bad are relative, anyways…