Title: Preemptive
Authors: Nephitari Champion and Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping/WataShi (Lance x Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon

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: Fanon, het, PWP, shota, BDSM

 

“Hey! Let me down! What are you doing?” Ash struggled against the Aerodactyl. Looking for prehistoric pokemon had been a bad, bad idea...

Aeroy gripped Ash more tightly and flew onwards. * Sorry Master, but if you chase Gary you will only get hurt. I’m doing this to help. *

Unfortunately, he overestimated his strength slightly. The Pallet trainer could barely breathe.

Charmeleon began to glow, evolving into Charizard. The fire lizard launched into the air after them.

Aerodactyl had much more battling experience, though, and easily avoided the fire dragon. He flew through the gates of Lance's castle as the bars clanged shut behind them and flew onwards. By then, Ash had passed out.

 

Lance was surprised when Aeroy flew in her window with Ash.

"Aeroy?"

Aeroy gently deposited Ash onto the bed, before settling his wings and looking at Lance. Master was going to get hurt...

            "Oh." The Dragon Master stood and looked at Ash. "I see."

She had better hide all of her toys before he woke then.

 

There was an enraged roar from outside. She paused and went to take a look. It was Ash's Charizard and he had Pikachu on his back.

Lance ducked a Fire Blast, frowning. "Calm down."

Where is our Master? Pikachu asked, since Charizard was too angry to say anything.

"Upstairs and resting," Lance said quietly. "You can see him, Pikachu."

Pikachu jumped down and raced upstairs. She found Ash asleep in Lance's bed, but otherwise okay.

The mouse sighed in relief, until she saw Aeroy guarding him. He eyed Pikachu suspiciously.

Why did you take him away?

Aeroy smiled sadly. Master was going to get hurt...  He nuzzled Ash.

Pikachu frowned. Oh... I see...

 

A few minutes, Lance came in, brushing soot off her tattered clothing. That stupid Charizard! It wasn’t listening to her reasoning at all.

She had no idea what was wrong with it.

That was when Ash woke up.

"Oww..."

"Are you all right?" Lance asked him.

“Um, other than a few bruised ribs? I think so...” He admitted.

At that, Aeroy looked sheepish.

 

“Let me help you with that.” The redhead grinned knowingly. She leaned over his chest and concentrated, a faint blue aurora of light surrounding her as she healed him with Viridian's power.

Ash thought she looked like an angel, though he did get an eyeful since Charizard had torn her shirt to shreds earlier while she was trying to calm him down.

He blushed.

…And Charizard was still angry…

 

Lance pulled away when she was finished, glad that her house was resistant to dragonfyre.

Ash hugged Pikachu, shrinking back slightly at the sight of Aeroy. Pikachu licked his cheek reassuringly.

"Aeroy didn't mean to hurt you," Lance said, walking over and stroking the fossil dragon's crest.

"He has a name?"

"Yes."

Aeroy preened. I couldn't let you hurt yourself, Master... He told Ash. So he hesitatingly reached out and patted Aeroy.

The Aerodactyl nuzzled his hand.

He giggled.

 

"Are you hungry?" She asked.

Ash nodded. "A little..."

"All right," Lance smiled. "I'll go make you something." She left the room, padding downstairs towards the kitchen.

"Thank you." He called after her quietly.

He closed his eyes and rested until her heard footsteps again. When he opened his eyes, he saw that she was carrying a tray.

Lance brought back thick roast beef sandwiches and a bowl of tomato soup.

Ash smiled at her. "Thanks a lot!" He wondered if she knew that tomato soap was his favorite...

Of course Lance did, but how was Ash to know?

He finished the rest of his lunch slowly. It was really good!

But he just couldn't stop looking at her...

He knew he was blushing again.

 

After he was finished, Lance bent over him to take the tray back.

Ash had to hide his face in Pikachu's fur. That didn’t mean that he didn’t peek though. She did have nice boobs, all perky with dark nipples…

"It might take a few more days for you to recover.” The Dragon Master told him. “Will you stay here until then?"

He nodded quietly. “If you don’t mind.”

Aeroy fought hard not to shake his head. Why was Master being so shy? Oh well. He saw Ptera in the yard. Time to visit his mate!

He flew out to see her.

 

Ash waited until Lance was gone before he turned to Pikachu. “What is wrong with me?”

What do you mean? Pikachu cocked her head to one side, feigning ignorance. She had never liked Gary, or Misty. This woman didn’t set off any of her alarms, and she seemed interested in Master.

Ash quit squeezing his knees together as he pointed to the tent in the blankets. "I...just met her!"

So? What's wrong with liking her?

"She's older than me?"

Should it matter? Pikachu looked out into the yard. Look.

 

Ash got up and walked to the window. He saw Aeroy and Ptera flying around together. Charizard was grumpily napping under a tree, having finally calmed down.

Don't look at Charizard. Look at the Aerodactyls. Pikachu looked up at Ash. You want to be like them right?

"Well... yes?"

Then tell her you want to Mate her!

A name popped into his head. "It's too soon for that, Pika! We've only just met! Besides, I'm only eleven!"

Pikachu just shrugged, winking.

Ash looked at her suspiciously. "What are you planning?"

I want ketchup. Pika said. Then she left the room. She hoped Lance had some…

Ash sighed and went to take a cold shower. He had a feeling he would be taking a lot of them...

 

End Chapter

Completed 10/18/07

Oh Ash, you poor naïve kid *Laughs* But yes, it is shota, and I would have aged Ash up but then it wouldn’t fit with canon. Meh…

Fifteen/fourteen year old Ash still hasn’t gone through puberty though! He’s so shota!

This is earlier work, and I may not have edited as well as I could have. Well, writing improvement comes with practice, so…