Title: Dirty Politics
Authors: Nephitari Champion and Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Rating: R
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, fanon, het, PWP

Red was trying to figure out what to wear to the annual League Winter Ball. The Champion didn’t need to attend, but Lance did and she wanted to dress up for him. Besides, it was one day where she wouldn't need to be a boy.

She liked dressing up and didn't get to do it nearly enough.

It was too bad that Kanto was such a male-dominated society. She was pretty certain people would think less of her if she were a girl.

So as Champion, she bound herself with bandages and gelled her hair into sharp spikes, and no one was any wiser. Except for Lance, of course.

She didn’t want to be judged on her gender, only her battling abilities! Nonetheless, there were several drawbacks to her plan. She hardly had time to be herself…

Red sighed as she looked through her closet, tossing aside one outfit after another in exasperation. "Lance?"

Her fiancé walked inside. "Yes, love?"

“We need to go shopping.” She said.

“Why, you have so many dresses to choose from.” Lance looked amused. “What’s the occasion?”

“But I want to look special...” She turned her puppy dog eyes on him.

Lance laughed. "All right..."

Red purred, glad that he had conceded. "So you'll take me shopping? Or make me one of those brilliant dresses?"

“I'll make you something, love. Don’t worry. I'm also making your wedding dress, remember?”

The Champion grinned. “Yes, Lance. You’re brilliant.”

A second later, Lance kissed her, focusing his power. A beautiful, powder blue dress dusted with silver sparkles slipped over her bare skin. An elegant swan bow swept into a small train in the back. The straps were minimal, but to compensate, there was a wrap of luxurious white fur over her shoulders.

Red looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the gown. Next, she twirled for him.

"Adequate?" He teased.

“Yes! Most definitely! Have I told you how much I love you today?”

"Well, now you have." Lance grinned. "And of course, I make all of your play costumes." He winked.

"Then let tell you again!" She pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Lance groaned. She was turning him on so much. < When's the ball? >

< In three hours. > Red's grin was positively lascivious. She cupped him through his pants. < So… >

“Then we have time?” Lance smirked. “To play, don't we?”

Red grinned.

Lance smirked. They would be married soon. And then she'd be his. Funny, that they let the Champions and Elite Trainers retire if they got married. They wouldn’t have to deal with little brats all the time...

And they could retire.

Their jobs were horribly stressful, after all. But soon, the endless paperwork and newbie challengers would be at an end. Red was looking forward to it!

The Leader grinned as he licked her lips. "Getting wet, love?"

"Yes..."

Lance watched as Red slipped out of the dress. "Mmm…" His eyes roved appreciatively over her nude body.

She shivered, loving the attention.

He ran his thumb over a nipple. “Mine.”

“Of course,” She agreed, and said no more, as she fondled him, and he kissed her, before sliding inside.

Perfect.

Two and a half hours later, Red and Lance arrived for the function early.

Red had her hair down out of its usual spikes. It was nice to feel long hair again.

President Goodman drooled when he saw her. What a babe! But she seemed attached the Elite's Leader. How to get around that?

He smirked.

Red frowned. < Old lech. As if I’d be interested in him! >

Lance nodded. Soon, the dancing began. On their sixth dance, Goodman cut in. Red frowned and cast Lance a look of longing. The old man was almost pawing her.

Lance gave her a sympathetic look.

She would have to give him one dance before she could retreat. Damned President! She sighed. * I dressed up for my fiancé, not this dweeb...*

"How old are you?" Goodman asked, as the music began for the next dance.

“Fifteen, not that it’s any of your business.” She didn't want to talk to him at all. Why wouldn’t he leave her alone?

The moment the dance ended, he tried to grope her. Red had enough! She slapped him hard. She hastily retreated. What a perv!

She found Lance and clung to him shivering.

Lance held her, cupping a breast.

She desperately wanted her fiancé’s touch.

< What a hentai! He tried to grope me! >

< I saw. > Lance said.

< You're the only one who's allowed to touch me! >

< Shh. I know. Did you want to announce that we are engaged after he finishes whatever stupid speech he has? >

< Yes! >

Red's eyes were watery. < Mate me... please, Lance? >

She needed the assurance.

< Let us find a place then. > Lance held her tightly.

They left the ballroom.

Goodman started hitting on another girl.

Red saw just as they left. < Eew. >

What a disgusting man…

She wasn’t about to sleep with someone like him!

Lance nodded, as they came to a room. He closed and locked the door behind them, not wanting any interruptions.

Red kissed him desperately. Her fiancé was the only man she ever wanted! He was the only one who had the right to look at her, and touch her, and…

She didn’t want anyone else!

Lance tugged her dress down, caressing her breasts.

Red sighed. She spread herself for him, as Lance freed himself and pushed her against the wall. Oh, how she needed this...

She gave him a grateful look as he slid inside.

< You needed this? > The Dragon Master asked.

< So, so much!! >

Lance nibbled on her neck gently. Red shuddered as she climaxed. Oh Mew, yes! This was her lover. No one else!

After taking a few deep breaths, she felt much better. < We should get back before we’re missed. >

< All right... >

Red straightened her dress and appearance and left back to the party.

Goodman had just gotten up to the lectern to give his speech.

Red put her arms around one of Lance's.

Goodman sneered as he laid out his plan, declaring the Champion and Elite Four politicians.

< What?! >

Red looked at Lance, dumbstruck. < Does that mean we can't retire? >

< Seems like it. >

Red looked ready to cry. * How dare he do this? We’ve already worked hard for his stupid League… *

Lance looked ready to slaughter the President.

< He was going to announce it when I wasn't around. I can’t believe him. > Red said numbly.

< Bastard. >

Red nodded. Goodman was every bit of that and more. < Is he finished? >

< Yes. >

< Then let's tell the world. I'm going to make an announcement of my own! >

The two walked up to where Goodman was and took his place.

Red cleared her throat. “I just want to say that Lance and I are engaged and we are getting married in a week.”

The room burst into applause.

Goodman looked like the world had ended.

Red giggled at the sight.

"B-But!"

"But what," Lance questioned, his tone amused.

"You can't leave!" The President leveled a glare at the Dragon Master.

"That's okay." Red grinned. "I'll stay with him."

Goodman glared. He had been working on something that would make him king of Kanto and get rid of the Elite.

"After all," Red said, eyes flashing... "I am Champion."

Everyone's eyes bugged out. This was their all-powerful Champion?

Goodman's eyes were the size of apples. "N-no!"

"Yes." Red tossed her hair. "I can prove it too..." She fixed her hair. There in a dress was their Champion.

Several reporters began to clap loudly.

"Female empowerment!” One yelled.

She giggled and put her hair back down.

"R-Red... why?" Goodman spluttered.

“Considering you wanted to keep as at the Plateau forever, you should know perfectly well!” She snapped. “I'm half temped to let Lance do what he wants.”

The Dragon Master smirked.

Red smirked too, sliding her hand into his.

< Shall we? He certainly falls under evil... > Lance visualized the Scales.

She eagerly nodded. < I don't want to be a politician! >

< Me neither. >

Both the blue and yellow balls glowed on their plates, as the crossbar trembled slightly, the plates bobbing up and down.

The Scales of Fate and Destiny would judge him.

Red placed a hand on the yellow sphere.

Lance grinned nastily. "Reveal."

President Goodman screamed as he began to dissolve.

The girl smirked. Strangely, no one else seemed to notice. Perhaps it was because they were not the ones being judged. After all, showing off pokemon powers could lead to all sorts of complications – scientists, Team Rocket and collectors, just to name a few.

“By the Legendary pokemon we will kill you…” He purred.

The man couldn't even fight back. His sins were very clear.

Red's eyes glinted, hard ruby. < Die. > Her eyes changed to a startling golden hue that almost matched Lance's, as Goodman dissolved completely.

Her power as Destiny was peeking through. It was all right.

< I wish he would just die once and for all. Stupid demon rebirth! >

Lance stroked her hair.

Red sighed.

< I know, love... > The Ice Guardian reassured her.

She leaned against him and looked up.

< At least we're safe now. > Red mumbled.

Lance nodded and pulled her into a kiss. < Yes. We are. >

End Fic

Completed 11/1/07

I hate President Goodman. No prizes for guessing who he’s based on *cough*

Lance: *Rolls eyes*

Pika-chan: *Eating a marshmallow bunny* More fluff!

Red: I find it creepy how you genderbend us all the time and no one cares!

Phantomness: *Evil smirk* Yes.