Championshipping is so much fun. ^^

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: Food sex, exhibitionism

Chapter 5

Three days later, Goodman arrived.

Lance had brushed her hair that morning, until it fell to her waist in a shining layer. Her maids had wanted to do something with it, but she had overruled them.

Her husband had insisted upon it, quite adamantly so. Her tiara sparkled.

Red grinned. "I bet his eyes will pop out."

The King chuckled in agreement. He ran his hands over her chest, admiring the cobwebbed lace in the bodice. "I can see your nipples..." He teased.

“I know that. We're teasing him remember? And I don't mind if you touch me,” Red purred.

"Mm, yes. He can look all he wants." Lance burrowed through the layers of ruffles, finding the slit that allowed him access to her snatch. He stroked a fingertip across her labia.

She trembled slightly. "But he can't touch~!"

"No." He worked the finger inside. Just then, a page entered the room.

"Your Majesties, the President has arrived." He said, keeping his eyes down as he bowed.

< We'd best be seated then. >

Lance slid his finger out and nodded. Goodman strode in a minute later. He looked quite puffed up with his own importance. Neither Red nor Lance looked the least bit impressed.

Goodman sat down in an overstuffed chair, openly leering at Red.

“You requested a meeting to enlist our aid in locating your lost Champion, am I correct?” The Dragon Master stated coldly.

They stayed standing. They couldn't sit until he bowed after all, and he could only sit after they did.

Goodman nodded.

"I am afraid that such a search would be pointless." Lance spoke.

The Queen nodded. "It would be. Your Champion has asked for sanctuary here in Johto..."

"What? Why?" He shot out of his chair. "That's outrageous! I demand you hand her over at once!"

“That is quite impossible.” The Queen told him.

Goodman spat at their feet.

Red looked disgusted.

Lance wound an arm around Red's waist. "After all, Red is right here."

She leaned against Lance. "I cannot leave my people, after all..."

His beady eyes nearly bugged out of his fat face. "Red?" She had been such a tomboy that it was hard for him to think of her as a lady – especially not the beautiful one standing before him.

“And not only that, but you know nothing of our customs. Your attempts at diplomacy are laughable.”

Lance nodded, slipping his fingertips down to stroke her quim. “You are not showing proper respect.”

“A guest is to bow before the Royal couple before they can sit, and then only after the Royals are seated can the guests take their seats.” Red arched against her lover.

Goodman flatly refused to bow.

Red glared. "Unless you bow, no one can sit. And on top of that, you sat before we could. You need lessons in proper etiquette."

"What do you think Lance?" She looked at him.

Lance rolled his eyes. "Shall we dispense with the niceties?" He reclined on his throne, shifting Red onto his lap, before he clapped his hands.

Servants came in with coffee, tea and an assortment of pastries.

Red took a warm jam tart.

Goodman poured himself a large mug of coffee and began devouring the food.

< He has no manners. >

< None at all. He is not supposed to touch anything we don't. >

Red bit into her treat and shared it with Lance.

Lance licked the jam off her lips.

She shivered in delight. It was delicious!

He picked up a chocolate éclair and broke a piece off of it, slipping it between her lips.

Red blushed.

Goodman stared at them.

< Yes, first he's supposed to wait for us to eat, and then we'll offer him. But since he doesn't know that either…well… > the man purred.

Red gave a small ladylike huff. < True, true… >

For several minutes, there was silence.

Lance curled his fingers around a nipple, feeling the hard little bud.

"Delicious." Red plucked up a slice of harvest peach torte and tasted it.

Lance slipped his other hand between her legs. "Sweet..."

Red nodded. "They are..."

She gave him a kiss.

Goodman blinked. Was the King fondling her? Impossible!

The Champion giggled.

Lance picked up a plain bread roll. It was about six inches long and tapered into an oval shape. “I would like some sweetening on this, my dear wife.” He began sliding it into Red's vagina.

"Mmm…" Red smirked. < I'll give you plenty of juice. >

< Why thank you, love. >

Goodman's eyes were bugging out as Lance worked the bread in all the way.

She leaned her head against Lance's chest, closing her eyes.

"So wet," he murmured, beginning to slide it inside and out.

“Yes… Always for you…”

It didn't take more than a few strokes before Red creamed herself. Lance slid the sopping wet treat out of her tunnel, and took a bite, savoring it.

"Taste good?" She asked impishly.

"Certainly," He offered her the roll.

She lapped at it. “Yum…”

Goodman was drooling by now.

Red wasn't watching him though. She only had eyes for one man, and that was her husband and Mate.

She smiled. “Does this mean I can have milk, love?”

"If you want..."

The Queen looked devilishly excited. < Now let's see… > did she want to suck him off first, or lick his nipples? Choices, choices... What a hard decision!

Red shrugged, and began undoing Lance's shirt. < I want all of you... >

< Then you may have me. > The Servants were used to the King and Queen's behavior by now. They were allowed to look, just not touch.

"You're a woman!" Goodman shouted, as Lance's shirt was opened all the way.

Red glared. "Lance is not a woman." She bent down and began to nuzzle her Mate's breasts. He smiled down at her.

"Wonderful..." She lapped up a stream of milk as her Mate began to lactate.

Goodman was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He had no idea that they had put an ancient dragon curse on him for violating their hospitality.

Red began to drink in earnest. < Never want to stop... >

< You don't have to… >

She groaned around Lance's nipple. She loved her wonderful partner!

Goodman was leaning forward slowly. He was reaching out to Red.

< He won't be able to cum as long as he's in Johto. > Lance smirked, as Red slid her hands down to his pants.

< I know, Love. >

The Kanto Champion and now Queen of Johto ignored the obese man as she unfastened the buttons at Lance’s crotch, pulling out his cock. She grinned as she rubbed it against her chest. He chuckled.

"So hard for me..." Red grinned as she moved the tip to rest between her breasts.

Goodman froze. That... that was impossible!

She giggled and kissed the tip. "Mmm… I love your baby dragon..."

Lance smirked. “You like my baby, do you?”

"Oh yes!" With a flirtatious look, she began to lick her way downwards, tracing one of the vessels. “It’s so big.”

He smiled knowingly.

Goodman looked stunned. "W-What..."

Red calmly used her free hand to throw a cup at him so he would stop trying to grope her. It didn't stop him.

< Jerk. > Red muttered, glaring at Goodman as she deep-throated her lover.

Lance smacked Goodman's hand away. "Keep your hands off my wife."

"W-wife?" He squeaked.

"Wasn't the fact that she's my Queen obvious enough?" The Dragon Master rolled his eyes.

Red giggled. < I guess not! > She grinned. < Fill me... >

< As you wish, Mate. >

Lance relaxed and Red purred, as he began to cum inside of her. Goodman really did fall over this time, seeing Red swallowing. She couldn't possibly take it all!

All he wanted was his Champion back!

Red finally finished, slipping her mouth off. < Mmmm.... >

"I don't think Red wishes to go back to Kanto." Lance said quietly. "Our meeting is adjourned."

"But-!"

Red stood. "Why should I go somewhere I'm not appreciated?" She glared at him. "There, no one appreciates me! I'm treated like a slave! I'm not going back!"

Lance smirked. < Yes… >

"But! What about your friends there?"

“Green and Blue moved to Blackthorn already. I didn't have any other friends.”

"But... What about...?"

"What now?" Red was getting irritated.

“This disrupts the balance at the Indigo Plateau! What will the Elite trainers do?”

“President Goodman, they can take care of the challengers perfectly adequately without me.” She couldn't take it anymore. “Guards!”

The Royal Guards strode in and grabbed Goodman.

“Take him down to the dungeons.” Lance said harshly.

Goodman stared as he was dragged away. “What? Hey! You can’t do this!”

“Actually, we are the ultimate authority in our Kingdom. And you are attempting to rape my wife. So I am perfectly entitled to punish you for it.”

Red giggled. “Fool.”

The Guards bowed as they closed the door behind them.

Red scowled and kissed her Mate. Stupid President Goodman! Why would she want to go back to Kanto anyways?

But here in Johto, he had no authority. He was nothing. And he would never, ever be able to take her away from her husband!

Now they could be happy...

End Fic!

Completed 10/27/07

We really hate President Goodman. No prizes for guessing whom he’s based off of. *Cough*

Red: *Purrs* Lance and I are married so we can do anything we want!

Lance: Well, almost.

Red: Heck, we rule Johto! So yes!

Lance: *Chuckles* True… *Molests Red*

Phantomness: *Videotaping*

I must admit, I just had to put that penis joke in there for kicks!