Title: What a girl wants
Authors: Shadow/Phantomness and Nephitari Champion
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to us under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness and Neph bow*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: AU, PWP, Cross-dressing, gender confusion, het, Paul and Yellow-bashing, BDSM, object penetration, furry, blood play and body modification

Red looked around. This would be her first time being out of Pallet... This school in Blackthorn was supposed to be the best. Her family had moved so she'd be able to attend... She smoothed down the black skirt of her school uniform. Walking into the courtyard, she saw many other students talking.

"You're Red?" A voice asked.

She was really nervous. She turned. "Y-yes. That's me..."

An arrogant boy with purple hair stood there. “I'm Paul. Supposed to show you around.”

Red blinked. "O-ok..."

Paul showed her all the buildings, and then went to talk to a girl with long red hair. Red followed, since she didn't know anyone else.

"Hey Lance..."

"What do you want, Paul?" Lance asked.

"I'm showing the Newbie around...." He gestured to Red.

She stiffened.

Lance smiled at Red. "Anata wa totemo Kawaii! Hajimemashite." She bowed. "I'm Lance."

Red bowed back. "I'm Red." She liked this girl. And Lance had said she was very cute! How nice!

"Red-chan!" Lance smiled. "So, want to have lunch with me?"

"All right Lance-chan."

Lance took Red's hand. They left Paul standing there.

Paul frowned.

They sat on the grass underneath a tree and unpacked their bentos.

"So, tell me about yourself." Lance prompted.

Red picked up a mound of rice with her chopsticks. "Well, I'm not sure what I want to do yet. I still have to take three years of high school..."

"Where are you from?"

"Pallet." Red smiled. "You?"

Lance picked up a slice of tamago. "Here."

"Really? Where do you live?"

"In the dorms. You?"

"My family owns a house near here. We just moved..."

"Cool." Lance said. She finished eating, packing her chopsticks into the bento box neatly. Red finished a minute later. Then they went to class together.

Red decided she liked Lance. She was quiet and nice. Not like Paul. Red took the seat next to Lance. She hated Paul already…

The classes were pretty uneventful, ordinary subjects. Afterwards, they went to the library to do their homework together.

Red was cute, Lance thought, glad that her skirt covered certain things. Very cute.

"Lance, why don’t you come to my house for dinner?"

"Are you sure?" Lance asked, checking something in her English pocket dictionary.

Red nodded. “Yeah, Mother told me to bring a new friend home.”

"All right then."

They finished studying and packed up their books. A few minutes later, they got to Red's house.

"Mother I'm home! And I brought a friend!"

Delia came out, smiling. "Hello, Red." She was a bit disappointed that Red hadn't made a boyfriend, but invited them in and soon had dinner on the table.

"This is Lance, Mother. She's really nice."

Delia smiled at Lance as she passed the sautéed spinach. "That's nice, dear."

Red pouted. Her mother didn't seem to care... Suddenly she wasn't very hungry any more.

Lance smiled at her, and she felt a little better.

Red took another bite of her food. "Lance-chan is much nicer then the boy who was supposed to show me around today..."

"Oh, what was he like?" Delia perked up.

"Rude and arrogant." Red sighed, cutting herself a piece of chicken katsu.

Lance nodded. "He acts as if he's god's gift to women..."

Delia clucked her tongue sympathetically.

Red pushed her plate away. "I'm not hungry any more..."

Delia frowned. "Don't you want dessert, dear? I made chocolate cream pie."

Red bit her lip. "I might be able to fit a small piece..."

Delia smiled and carried the pie over, cutting Red a sliver. "Would you like some, Lance?"

"Mother's pies are the best!" Red added.

Lance smiled. "All right then."

Delia beamed. "How big of a piece do you want?"

"Oh, just an inch." Lance said, not wanting to be greedy.

"Ok."

Red looked down, she wasn't eating her piece. In fact, she hadn't touched it.

Lance finished her dessert, and then Delia shooed them upstairs to Red's room.

"Is something wrong?"

Red shook her head. She didn't know what was going on...

Lance closed the door behind them. "I should probably go now..."

"Yeah..." Red was thinking about what Paul would do. "I'll show you the door Lance-chan."

Lance nodded. She waved goodbye to Red and began walking back to the dorms.

Red waved back. She would never tell anyone, but... Paul frightened her...

She sighed, showered, and went to bed.

The next morning, school went as usual and at lunch she met Lance under the same tree.

Only Red noticed the murderous glare Paul was giving her. Red wasn't sure why... Paul thought she was a newbie, but... She made sure to stay at Lance's side, just in case...

Paul glared. How dare this girl try to take Lance's attentions away from him? Poor deluded fool...

Lance smiled at Red. "I brought chocolate covered strawberries. Do you want some?"

"I love chocolate covered strawberries!"

Lance handed one to Red, who began to nibble on it. "Wow.... delicious!"

Red's face lit up in delight.

Lance grinned.

Red ate a few more strawberries, smiling at Lance. She was so nice... Yes... Much nicer than that mean old Paul!

Afterwards, they went to classes.

Later, Red wasn't sure if she should invite Lance to have dinner with her again.

Red smiled as they walked to the dorms.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?" Lance asked.

Red nodded. "Yeah!" She waved as she left. "Bye, Lance-chan!"

"Bye, Red-chan." Lance waved.

Red skipped home.

A few weeks had passed. Red's classes were going well, and she and Lance were good friends. One afternoon, right after school ended, it began to pour buckets. Within minutes, Red was completely soaked. Red turned and raced to the dorms.

Lance blinked as she opened the door. "Red-chan?"

Red shivered. There was a strong wind blowing and the rain had plastered her clothes to her frame. Lance could clearly see her breasts.

"H-hai..." Red sneezed.

"Come in!" The older girl ushered her in. She went to the bathroom and came back with a fluffy towel for Red.

Red sneezed again.

Lance wrapped her in the towel. "I'll make tea."

Red nodded, sniffing. "It was so nice this morning..."

"I know." Lance agreed. A minute later, she came back with a steaming mug of jasmine tea for Red. "Here."

"Arigatou..." Red sneezed. The sneeze was worse then the other ones.

"You'd better change out of those wet clothes." Lance said. "Otherwise, you'll get really sick. You can use my shower."

Red smiled. "Thank you, can I crash until the storm blows over?"

"Of course." Lance said. It would be cruel to send Red home in this weather.

"Thanks..." Red began to strip off her clothing. Lance had to look away.

Red went into the shower. Soon, Lance heard the water running. She sighed, slipping a hand underneath her skirt. She'd just take care of the problem quickly while Red was out of the room...

Red spent half an hour under the hot water. When she came out, Lance was perfectly composed and doing her math homework.

"Sorry for taking so long..." Red was just in a towel.

"It's fine." Lance said.

Red looked over Lance's shoulder. Lance had to work very hard not to look up. She finally gave in.

Red grinned. "So, um..."

Lance began to blush.

Red was completely oblivious. She sat down on Lance's bed. "Your room's nice and warm."

Lance's blush deepened.

"So... um, can I borrow your clothes?" Red asked.

Lance pointed to the closet. "Sure."

Red grinned. "Thanks!"

She found to her surprise that Lance had a lot of sheer, lacey lingerie. She blushed as she put on a pair of red silk thong panties with black lace trimming and a matching bra. Did Lance have a boyfriend? Red didn't know what to think, but the thought of Lance being taken? ... It hurt... a lot...

She didn't know why.

Lance had a lot of fancy dresses too... and Red spotted several jewelry boxes and cosmetics on her vanity table.

Red wanted to cry. There was so much evidence that she was taken that...

"Red?" Lance got up from her desk. "Is something wrong?"

Red grabbed Lance's hand, placing it on her breast. "Lance..."

Lance blinked.

"D-Do you like me?"

Lance blinked again. "I'm not sure I understand, Red..."

"Please..." Red slipped her other hand down between her legs. "I..."

Lance blushed. Did Red want...?

Red wasn't sure why she was being so slutty, but... "Lance, please!" Red looked into Lance's eyes, pleading.

"Red... why..."

"I..."

"Tell me." Lance sat down next to Red.

“I like you so much I don't think it would be considered like any more,” Red confessed.

"I see..."

Red hugged Lance. "Lance..."

Lance kissed her, unable to control himself.

Red submitted, melting against 'her'. "L-Lance... I love you... I don't know why but... I want..."

“Shh....It's okay, Red-chan.”

Red cried softly as Lance stroked her hair. She-She wanted...

Lance didn't know what to do... Poor Red....

"But..."

"I-I don't care if you h-have a b-boyfriend..." Red sniffed. "I...still want you..."

Lance blinked. She thinks I have... A boyfriend...? Lance wondered how Red had come to that conclusion. "Red, I don't have a boyfriend."

Red blinked up at her friend. "But..."

"But what?" Lance was quite confused.

“The dresses... and the perfumes... and, and…”

Lance sighed, cradling Red close. "I just like dressing up..." She was only glad Red hadn't found the boxes of toys and bondage gear under her bed. Lance sighed inwardly in relief.

Red's eyes widened.

"But then..."

"Yes?"

"D-Do you want me?"

Lance blinked again. Of course he wanted her but… "I do... very much so, Red." He started. "But I don't think we should..."

Tears began to well in her eyes. "W-why...? A-Am I not pretty enough?" Red slipped the panties off, showing Lance that she was wet. Very wet.

Lance's eyes went wide. "R-Red..."

Red was acting very strangely. Hadn't she just told her there wasn't anyone else? Lance didn't want to hurt her...

"Red, stop." Lance said. "I-I love you, but isn't this going a bit fast?

Red pulled away shivering. "I-I shouldn't have stayed..." Red walked to the door with her head down.

"Wait!" Lance said. Red was NOT walking out into the storm in only her underwear! She walked over to the younger girl, pinned her against the wall, and kissed her fiercely.

Red closed her eyes but she was still shivering...

Lance slipped a hand between Red's legs. "You want this."

Red nodded, her eyes shimmering with tears.

Lance slipped a finger inside of her, causing her to gasp. "Do you trust me?"

She nodded. "I-I do..."

Frowning, he slipped the finger in deeper. Red shivered. As he fondled her, Lance felt a barrier. “I could take you now and break you.”

Red looked into Lance's eyes.

Lance's voice was cruel. "If I moved my finger just a little harder..."

Red stared. That voice was sending wonderful shivers up and down her spine.

"You'd lose your innocence. How does that sound?"

Red just shivered. She couldn't find her voice.

“Do you want me to stop?” Lance could feel Red trembling, but the juices kept running down her hand.

Red couldn't do anything but stare.

"Tell me..." Lance crooned, golden eyes staring into Red's.

W-what is she...? Red wondered.

Lance pressed his hard length against Red's thigh. "Do you want this?"

Red's eyes widened. Lance was a... guy? In all honesty, she didn't find it disgusting. Red nodded.

Lance slipped the finger out and lifted her skirt, letting Red get a good view of her cock. Red licked her lips.

She looked back into Lance's eyes. "I-I want…"

Lance pressed against her, sliding the head inside. "You do?"

"Y-yes... I do..."

Lance thrust her inside her roughly, breaking her. "As you wish."

She screamed. The pain...!

Lance continued to ride her, each thrust was excruciating...

Red looked into Lance's eyes. They shone with a dark light...

She... she was bleeding, but... she didn't care... "Yes..." Red hissed.

Lance smirked. It was dark, but Red had been acting like a slut earlier, hadn't she? He roughly groped one of her breasts as she convulsed, screaming her pleasure.

Lance smirked. No one would look for Red... "I could keep you here forever... and no one would find you..." He growled.

Red blinked.

Lance kissed her harshly, before pulling out. The girl submitted to the kiss and wondered what he was doing...

Lance stalked to the bed. “Did you really want me to do that?”

W-what was Lance talking about?

"I practically raped you!"

Red just blinked. She slipped a hand down to her swollen pussy. How did she feel about things?

She found herself to be very wet.

"Aren't you angry at all?" Lance asked.

Red looked up at Lance, her eyes said it all. She walked to him and kissed him tenderly, slipping off the bra. Red loved Lance...

"You... even though I know you're not a girl... does it matter?" She asked. Lance was still certainly pretty enough to be one. She lifted Lance's skirt, revealing that the boy was stiff. He'd still wanted her, but he'd tried to stop, not wanting to hurt her too badly. Oh Lance...

"I'm sorry I made a little mess," Red said, before she slipped her mouth over his cock.

Lance stared down at her not really believing his ears...

"Please... let me help." Red began to take him down her throat. She wanted this quite badly.

Lance stiffened. How long had he been dreaming of having Red to himself?

"A-Are you sure?"

"Mmm…" Red looked up at him again. Her eyes shimmered with innocence, even though he had just taken that from her.

Lance petted her hair. "Red..."

Red just beamed and went back to fellating him. She seemed happy...

Lance closed his eyes and let himself find release in her warm mouth. Red swallowed as she felt him climax. She was surprised that she actually enjoyed the taste...

Red smiled up at Lance hesitantly.

Lance drew her up and kissed her. "Red..."

"Yes Lance?"

"You really don't mind that I'm a boy?"

She shook her head. "I... you..." Red fiddled with a lock of her hair. "It's exciting. I want you to..." She blushed. "And I want to..." She blushed more.

Lance knelt down.

"Tell me," He coaxed, before wrapping his lips around one of her nipples and sucking lightly.

"I... I want..." Red arched against him, loving the feeling.

"What do you want?"

Red's voice was barely audible. "D-Don't stop..."

"Stop what?"

"H-Hurting... Loving me..."

Lance's eyes widened. She... liked being hurt? Was that why...?

“You made me angry on purpose?”

Red blinked and then blushed. "Y-Yes... I..." She looked at herself. "Do you mind? If I d-dress in your clothes?"

"No."

Red grinned. She began rifling through Lance's closet. She wanted to give her lover a striptease... Lance had an amazing amount of clothing though...

Lance watched with a dark smirk on his face.

Red blinked as she held up a thin, slinky silver negligee. "You have more than I do and you're not even a girl..."

"I like dressing as one." Lance shrugged.

Red had to admit he was sinfully delicious...

Lance pinned Red to the inside the closet. He dug out a black leather garter belt, fastening it to her waist. He added black lace stockings too.

Red blinked. Lance smirked and then dug out a black corset with stays. He laced it tightly around Red's waist and back, but she blushed when she noticed that it held her breasts up and didn't cover them at all. Her nipples were hard already...

He leered, before coming up with a feathered boa, also black, and draping it over her shoulders. He smirked at Red. Her expression was priceless.

"Dance for me now, slut?"

Red shivered but nodded. She... She couldn't believe... She was so horny she wanted to jump Lance... She blushed.

Lance sat back on the bed as Red began to sway, before starting to finger herself. She noticed that Lance had left her breasts and privates exposed. It made her feel dirty...

She became wetter.

"Does this turn you on?"

She nodded.

Lance watched as Red climaxed, unable to help herself. She stood there, juices running down her thighs as Lance stared hungrily. She had come just from... feeling his eyes on her, listening to his voice...

Red blushed.

Lance smirked. "How do you feel?"

Red shivered. "I-I feel exposed... helpless... and humiliated...." She hesitated. "But Lance, I LOVE it!"

He grinned.

"Do you?" He walked over to her, trailing a finger over a hardened nipple. "You like it when I can make you do anything I want?"

Red nodded.

"Suck me off." He commanded.

Red knelt and took him into her mouth. She began to lick and suck, enjoying it.

"Mm…"

Red sucked hard.

He leaned back and grinned, enjoying her touch.

Red giggled. She idly wondered if she should go home, but it was still storming outside. Besides... It was the weekend...

She grinned. Her mom wouldn't mind if she stayed over at Lance's. She thought Lance was a girl...

Was Lance her boyfriend then?

The thought made her cheeks burn. Red grinned as she felt Lance cum inside of her. It was just... it felt so right.

Lance smiled down at her. He pulled out, as Red slipped onto his lap and kissed him. He flipped them and pinned her to the bed.

"Mine..." He impaled her quickly.

Red gasped.

"Say it..." Lance grinned, sliding deeper into her body.

"Y-yours...."

Lance slipped a finger into her crease as he pumped.

"Oh... Lance!" Red's eyes closed as she spasmed in ecstasy. He was so good...

"What?" His voice was dark...

“A-Are you going to take that too?”

Lance smirked. "Do you want me to?"

Red shivered. "Yes..."

Lance pulled out then shoved in. Red wailed. The pain was much worse than when he fucked her, but... She creamed herself messily almost instantly!

Lance sneered. "Such a bad girl..."

"Yes!" Red agreed. “Are you going to punish me?” The thought was very appealing.

His smirk darkened as he reached down under the bed. Red pushed herself up to watch as he pulled out several boxes. She watched Lance root through them.

Lance grinned. "Naughty, naughty... I think I'll make you change into something else."

She goggled at the other in surprise. Lance... wanted... She wondered if he had tried on all these clothes himself...

He licked his lips, as he looked her up and down.

“It makes you hot, doesn't it... maybe I'll put something on, would you like to watch me shine?”

Red nodded mutely. Her mother would kill her if she knew...

Lance smirked. Red watched as he took off the black school uniform skirt and white blouse he had been wearing. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw the bikini top and bottoms, pale silver that Lance was wearing underneath. He was also wearing falsies so it looked like he had breasts.

She blushed.

Lance slipped those off as well, though the panties were crotchless so he could ride her just fine.

Lance... was just perfect!

Red began to drool.

Lance cupped his 'breasts'. "Enjoying the show I see.”

Red nodded.

"Want me to keep them on?"

She nodded again.

Lance walked to his closet. Red followed. She blinked when Lance came out with something that looked more like a net than actual clothing.

The girl from Pallet blushed.

Lance slipped the crotchless panties on first, before winding the threads around his 'breasts'. Then he tightened a few more strings. Red stared. She could see everything; it just accentuated his curves...

Red blushed brightly. Maybe she should move in with him? Except what would she tell her mom?

Lance picked up a whip and suddenly struck Red. "Bad girl! How dare you ogle your Mistress?"

Red drew back in surprise, shivering. "F-forgive me..." She looked down.

Lance gripped her under the chin. "I think you deserve to be punished."

Red looked up not knowing what would happen.

Lance pushed her onto her hands and knees, before giving her a lash across her shoulders.

Red gasped. Should she be worried? She was still pondering if she should move in with Lance.

Lance frowned. "Thinking about something?"

She nodded shyly.

"Tell me."

“I was wondering if I should move in with you, and wondering what I would tell my mother.”

"Well..." Lance said thoughtfully, "I am supposed to be a girl..."

Red looked at him from the corner of her eyes.

"So no one would fuss..."

"But... What about my mother?"

"Tell her you want to live on campus so you get a feel for school life. That ought to work, right?"

Red nodded.

"Besides, I don't mind sharing a bed..."

She blushed.

Lance tipped her head up and kissed her, slowly.

"Mmm…" Red was very happy.

"You want to stay with me that much?"

Red grinned. A rosy blush spattered across her cheeks. "Yes... Mistress. I am your slut, after all..."

Lance smiled.

Red began to rub against Lance's crotch. “May this slut lick you, Mistress?”

Lance yawned. "You may, but we are going to bed after."

Red understood. She parted the crotchless panties and began to lick Lance's shaft. She... liked acting this way for him. It turned her on.

Fifteen minutes later Red climbed into bed with Lance.

Lance cuddled her close and they were soon fast asleep. Red was going to have very pleasant dreams.

Sometime near 3 A.M., Paul was attempting to pick the lock on Lance's door. He had seen Red run inside in the afternoon, and not go home. What had happened?

Something was watching him. But he didn't know. After fifteen minutes, the door finally opened.

"There we go..." He crept into the room.

He saw Red completely naked on the bed. She was cuddled up against Lance. And Lance... Paul stared at her, getting really horny

He looked at Red's face. Red was smiling. Did this mean she – they – were lesbians?

Lance suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. Paul gulped as he saw her breasts.

"Hakuryuu dear, we have a spy... Get rid of it please...?"

A huge ... thing grabbed Paul and wrapped around him. What?

Lance lay back down and hugged Red close.

Red woke up when she heard footsteps and felt Lance moving. Paul passed out as Hakuryuu tightened her grip.

"What happened?"

"Nothing you need to worry about Red-chan."

"Okay, Mistress."

"Go back to sleep." Lance didn't want to show her the wonders of Pokemon yet...

Red obeyed, snuggling next to her lover.

"Can't show her just yet can we Pika?" Lance asked quietly.

There was a slight squeak in response, but Red was already fast asleep.

"You can come out now Pika, I know you miss her..."

Pika crept out and sighed. She jumped onto the bed. When are you going to show her?

"Soon..." Lance stroked Red's hair. "I can't believe she loves me..."

Why not Master? It was Kairyuu.

Lance gestured to him self. "I'm in drag and dominating her."

So? It was Ptera and Aeroy this time.

Why do you wonder? Asked the two Gyarados.

It makes her feel safe. Pika told Lance.

Can't you see that she loves being controlled?

Lance blinked. "I still can't believe it..."

Don't think on it too much then. Poli said.

Lance goggled for a moment, but decided the advice was sensible and went back to sleep.

The Pokemon disappeared, except for Pika, who hid in Lance's closet.

The next morning, Red managed to wake up first.

She yawned got up and went to the closet to get dressed before making breakfast. As much as she would have liked to go to class as Lance's pet, it just wasn't possible. With a sigh, she put on a pair of white lacy crotchless panties and a cupless bustier before she put on her school uniform. Hopefully Lance could 'punish' her between classes.

She was so tired she didn't notice Pika, who followed her to the kitchen.

Red wondered what her Master would like for breakfast. Lance had a wonderful dorm room, with a small kitchenette, a bedroom/living area, and a bathroom.

She settled for making something she knew. Omelets!

She could make them in her sleep and they would still taste better the something from a restaurant.

Lance woke up to find Red kneeling next to the bed with a tray of omelets, toast, and milk.

"Good morning, Mistress."

"Good morning Red." Lance spied Pika watching.

Red smiled. "Mistress, I made breakfast."

"It smells wonderful..."

Red smiled. Lance ruffled her hair and they had breakfast together, with Lance feeding Red. Red went to put the dishes in the sink but Lance stopped her.

"Red..." Lance said. "You don't need to do that. I can do the dishes myself, love. You already made breakfast."

"Ok..." Red smiled and kissed Lance on the cheek. "Mistress is so kind."

Lance stood and took the plates into the kitchen and then sealed the door.

Red blinked.

"Ok, Pika, you can have the leftovers..."

Pika smiled. Lance did the dishes quickly, before she left the room. Pika had really missed Master's cooking...

She snuck after them to class, concealing herself in the shadows. Class was quiet, and afterwards, they had lunch at their usual spot. Only... a really ugly girl with a giant straw hat came over.

Lance was wearing tight black pants with red lacings in the crotch area and a black leather vest instead of the normal schoolgirl's uniform. She was feeding bites of sushi to Red.

Red blinked.

Yellow sneered. "I'm Yellow. You must be Lance. I've heard about you."

Red didn't like this girl's tone...

"So?" asked Lance. "What do you want?"

“Just wondering what the school slut is doing with the prettiest girl in school."”

Lance narrowed his eyes.

Red blinked. What was this girl talking about?

"Are you calling me a slut?" Lance asked mildly.

"And what do you mean by 'prettiest girl'?" Red wanted to know. There were girls here that were much prettier then her...

Yellow put her hands on her hips. "Well!"

"I'm not that pretty." Red frowned. "And Lance isn't a slut." How rude...

Lance shot Yellow a poisonous look. Yellow backed off and ran away. She'd... get her revenge!

"She was really rude..." Red said quietly.

"I know." Lance shrugged.

“You aren't a slut, Mistress!"

"But Yellow did get something right... You are the prettiest girl in school..."

Red blushed. "Yes, but I'm only yours, Mistress."

"I know..." Lance smiled. "I have something for you..."

Red smiled.

Lance picked up Pika.

Red's eyes widened. "She's so cute!" Pika hugged her Mistress.

"Thank you!" Red hugged Pika.

Lance smiled. "You're welcome."

Pika had trouble not purring. She'd really missed Red. The Pokemon had to wait in the Dream Realm between lifetimes, and Red might not remember things. But now she was back! Pika couldn't help but smile. She really loved Master Red...

Red hugged her, and then nuzzled Lance.

The two of them headed back to class. Halfway through the lesson, Paul stumbled into the room.

The teacher frowned. "Paul, you're late. And you missed all the morning classes. Sit down. I'll have to give you detention after class."

They were watching a very long, boring movie on war.

Pika had been giving Red almost nonexistent shocks to keep her awake.

Lance checked her watch. There was still an hour... She slipped a hand up under Red's shirt, finding a nipple.

Red shivered.

Lance smirked. "A cupless bra, slut?" She whispered.

Red nodded.

Pika sighed. Well, at least Red would stay awake...

It was a good thing the room was dark, Red thought dimly, as Lance continued to fondle her. She blushed as Lance slipped a gag out of her book bag and put it over her mouth so she wouldn't make noises to alert her classmates and the teacher.

She was grateful.

Lance bit her throat, marking her. He slipped his hand into her body.

She shivered and bit her lip... just in case....

"Does it make you nervous?" Lance asked. "We could be caught any minute..." His fingers found her clit as he tugged hard.

Red nodded slightly. But... she didn't really care. She was dripping like a faucet...

Lance pulled away as the lights came back on, taking the gag with him. He had put a vibrator inside of Red, with straps attached to her legs, so she wouldn't be able to cum… And it was still whirring softly...

All the students blinked. They wondered how Red and Lance could look so awake.

Red blushed and looked down.

Just then, the teacher let them out of class. Paul wanted to follow them, but he had detention. It served him right.

"I should head home..." Red said, looking up at Lance, "Want to come for dinner?"

"Sure. We can tell your mom."

They walked home. Delia was waiting. “Red, you stayed the night at Lance's because it was raining so hard, right?”

Red nodded.

"Oh good." Delia said. "I was hoping it wasn't Paul..."

"Why?" Red looked up.

"He would have raped my poor baby!"

"Mom!" Red blushed to the tips of her ears.

Lance grinned. “Red, why don’t you show her what I got you?”

Red held up Pikachu. "Isn't she cute, Mom? And I don't have any pets..."

Delia nodded "She sure is. Does she have a name?"

"I'm calling her Pika!"

"How cute..."

Delia smiled. "So..."

"Mom, um, would it be okay if I stayed with Lance?" Red asked all in a rush.

Delia blinked.

“Because she's helping me with my homework and I think it would help with school.” The girl added quickly.

"I was planning on moving home anyways. I'm homesick, and we came here so you could go to a good school, but if you have a roommate, well..." Delia shrugged.

Red's father came in. "I agree. The commute to work is very long..."

Red smiled. "Father..."

"It's hard having to fly to Viridian every day. Besides, Lance is an upperclassman. She can show you the ropes."

Red put Pika down and hugged her father. "Thank you Father..."

Giovanni smiled. "It's nothing, Red. We just didn't want you to be lonely."

Red was really pleased.

Red picked Pika back up. "Look what Lance-chan got me, Father."

Giovanni patted Pika's head. "Cute."

"Pi." Pika tried not the say anything, but she slipped.

Giovanni didn't seem to notice. "Delia dear, could you make me two bentos? I'll be staying up late tonight."

"Certainly."

Red bit her lip. "Can Lance stay?"

"For dinner? Sure. Afterwards, she can help you pack."

"Yay!"

Delia made an excellent pot roast for dinner, but poor Giovanni was off in Viridian doing work so he didn't get to enjoy it. Afterwards, Lance helped Red pack.

"You don't have much, Red." Lance said.

Red shrugged. "Good thing I can wear your clothes, ne?"

"Hai..." Lance had slipped Giovanni his pokemon before he left. Giovanni had been surprised, but as he had been both of their fathers a few times, not too much.

Red made sure the door was locked, before she kissed Lance. "I really liked what we did in class." She spread her legs, showing Lance that the vibrator was still buzzing inside of her.

Lance smirked.

"May I cum now, Mistress?"

"Yes you may." Lance took the vibrator out. Red shivered as she came all over the carpet.

Lance slipped Delia Mimey as they left. Delia was already packing downstairs. The psychic type was quite good with housework.

His good deeds finished, Lance teleported them back to her dorm room.

Red grinned then yawned. She was tired...

Lance hugged her close. "We can play tomorrow..."

Red nodded. She loved her Mistress...

That night, they both slept well.

In the early pre-dawn hours, Yellow had been able to slip into the room noiselessly.

She frowned. Why was Red here? She had wanted to put itching powder in Lance's clothes. She also had hair remover that she wanted to put in Lance's shampoo. But now she had a better idea. She'd seduce Red!

First though, she had to get Red out of here...

She snuck towards Red, but stepped on something warm and furry. She looked down. Two seconds later Pika fried her. That had hurt!

Lance opened an eye.

She saw Yellow twitching on the ground. Sighing, she tied her up on the bondage rack and climbed back into bed with Red.

* Stupid girl... Always messing with my plans... *

Red blinked.

Lance kissed her.

Red slipped her hands down to her Mistress's crotch, interested. Suddenly, she wasn't feeling so sleepy.

"Go back to sleep..."

Red kissed Lance and then did so.

Lance wondered what to do with Yellow. What would humiliate her the most?

Pika climbed into bed. Did I do well?

"You did." Lance smiled.

The next morning, Lance was up. She found Yellow had fallen asleep.

Pika watched. I hate her! She made me hurt you...

“Would you rape her if I asked you to?”

Pika blinked, flipping an ear. I think we all would...

Lance smirked. "I could make you a pokeboy..."

At that, Pika began to sneer.

Lance concentrated. In a flash, Pika turned into a handsome young boy with a thick cock, but kept the ears and tail.

"Thanks..."

"No problem, Pika. She's all yours."

Pika jumped onto the rack.

Red woke up a few minutes later. She heard the water in the bathroom running. She went to join Lance.

Lance raised his eyebrows as Red pushed open the shower door. She was naked, of course.

"Morning, Mistress..."

Red picked up the soap and began doing Lance's back.

"Morning." Lance smiled.

"You have such soft skin..." Red murmured. She licked Lance's shoulder.

Lance smirked.

Red flushed. They heard screaming.

"What's going on?" Red asked.

Lance smirked as Red began to wash his front. "Pika's raping Yellow."

"But Pika's a..."

"I made her a pokeboy. She was quite eager."

"Oh... Why is Yellow here?"

"She snuck into our room last night." Lance said dryly. "No prizes for guessing what she wanted to do."

Red bent down and began to suck on Lance's nipples. She didn't like the implications... She kissed her Mistress. Mistress would protect her...

She laid her head on Lance's shoulder.

Lance stroked her back.

"Mistress... I need..."

"What?"

Red wasn't sure how to explain. She needed to feel protected and safe... Luckily, Lance was an empath. Red looked up at her Mistress, her eyes pleading.

Lance turned off the water and stepped out. Red followed. Lance had a plan. They walked into the bedroom. Red blushed, as Yellow gawked at her.

Lance pulled Red over to him. It was only then that Yellow noticed Lance was a guy and not a girl.

Yellow's eyes bugged out.

"On the bed, slut." Lance snapped.

Red hopped onto the bed. She spread her legs. “Please punish me, Mistress.”

Yellow blinked. ...Mistress...? Why...

She would have screamed, but Pika had gagged her. Pika was still humping the whore.

Lance slid a hand down to his erection. "Does my slave want to lick my clit?"

Red nodded.

Lance smirked. "Then your Mistress gives you permission."

Red grinned. She scooted over to Lance and began blowing him.

Yellow was still trying to process the fact that Lance was a guy.

"Mm… Mistress tastes so good..." Red bobbed her head up and down, her breasts jiggling.

...So then.... Red was straight?

Lance smirked.

Yellow felt like her world was collapsing. She really wanted Red!

Red swallowed as Lance climaxed. "Mm, thank you Mistress."

Red moved down and slipped her tongue into his asshole. “M-May this slave lick your pussy too?”

Lance looked down at Red.

Red wanted to submit as much as possible...

"Yes, pet." Lance said, closing his eyes.

Red pulled back.

Yellow gagged. Surely she wouldn't! This was so wrong!

Red began to lap at Lance's entrance.

Yellow envied Lance now. She want Red to do that to her! Red was the prettiest girl in the school after all.

Lance arched slightly. "Mmm...."

Red was really enjoying herself. She was ready to cum…

Lance groaned as he came again. Red scooted around and began licking up his seed with a hungry expression.

The golden-eyed boy was little more then a freak! Why was he dressed as a girl anyways? That was wrong!

Lance smirked when Red finished. He mounted her, as Red cried out in ecstasy.

It darkened as he watched Yellow. “You like it when I dominate you, don't you?”

"Yes!"

"Would you want anyone else to?"

Red shook her head.

"What about Yellow?"

"No!" Red bristled. "Ugly..."

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Lance asked.

Red nodded. "Mistress is so pretty!"

Lance looked for a reaction from Yellow. Yellow was crying.

Lance grinned. “Would my pet like to play dress-up?”

Red’s smile could've lit the room. "Yes."

Lance chuckled, seeing the hourglass lying on its side on her closet. Time was stopped for as long as she wanted...

They walked to her closet.

Red looked to Lance.

Lance smiled. "Your Mistress gives you permission to choose... And if you're good, she'll reward you."

Red began to look through the clothes.

Her eyes widened as she found a shiny blue leather harness with attached strap-ons. * Ooh, how naughty! *

"Would my pet like to be strapped into that?"

Red nodded.

Lance smirked. She walked Red out, giving Yellow a good view. She buckled two straps tightly over and under Red's breasts, squeezing them out. Another strap went around her neck, with straps like those on a tank top attaching to the upper one over her breasts. Two more straps went around her waist, one attaching to the dildo that went into her pussy and another to one in her anus.

Lance buckled her in well, admiring how the leather pushed Red's boobs out.

Red looked very pleased with herself. She strutted, as Lance put her in lace-up stiletto sandals. Red loved the feeling of being filled.

She sashayed, giggling. "Mistress, does this slut please you?"

"Yes."

Pika smirked at Yellow. "You see? She hates you."

"Would my doll like a spanking as a reward?"

Red nodded.

Yellow wanted to cry. But her eyes were dry.

Lance pulled out an array of riding crops, canes, whips, paddles, and other objects. "Or would my pet like to be spanked by hand?"

Red pointed to a riding crop.

Lance picked it up, grinning. She brought the leather down on Red's ass.

Red shivered. The sting felt wonderful...

Lance did not stop, stroke after stroke after stroke until Red was panting with exhaustion. She collapsed with her body gushing fluids. So good...

Lance smirked, as did Pika.

"Slut... loves her Mistress." Red looked up at Lance adoringly.

Lance grinned. He pulled Red up into a hug, kissing her passionately.

"Mmm...."

Lance squeezed her breasts. "Do I own these?"

“Yes, Mistress owns this slut completely!”

Lance cupped them, before Red's breasts swelled to the size of cantaloupes She gasped. Next, he squeezed one lightly. Red shivered. That felt really good...

"They're much more sensitive, aren't they?"

She nodded. "Thank you, Mistress..."

Lance squeezed again. This time, fluid began oozing out. Red stared. Chocolate syrup? Lance smirked and made Red look up at him.

"Does this please you?"

"Yes." Red kissed Lance, who kissed back before beginning to suck.

"You're my dinner and my dessert today..." He licked up some chocolate syrup.

Red shivered. She was barely able to stand. Her breasts were so heavy! It made her feel dependent on her Mistress.

Lance carried her to the bed. "Let's see what other tastes I can find..."

Red smiled up at Lance. "Please eat me, Mistress...."

Yellow's eyes almost bugged out.

"All right..."

Lance sucked hard on her nipple. Red stared. There was red liquid flowing out. Was it blood?

She trembled slightly. Was this wrong? But it felt so good...

It couldn't be wrong, she decided. She was pleasing her Mistress!

Lance pressed his fingertips against Red's sternum. "Do you wish for me to continue?"

Red nodded.

Yellow couldn't believe it!

Lance pressed harder. Red felt the bone crack.

Red bit her lip to keep from screaming.

Did she want Lance to stop? Lance's fangs glinted as he bent down and scraped at her skin with his teeth.

No. She decided. She didn't.

Lance peeled Red's skin back as easily as though she had been an orange. Red looked down, fascinated. She could see her own heart beating.

"It didn't hurt..." Red sounded breathless. "Mistress... you can make it not hurt?"

Lance nodded. "Do you like that?"

"Oh yes... sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

"Sometimes I like pain, Mistress." Red told Lance.

Lance just chuckled, as she touched Red's ribcage.

Red looked down wondering what Lance would do.

Lance squeezed one of her breasts again. Fluid began to ooze out, coating her insides.

"You're not seriously going to cook and eat her!" Yellow shrieked, having finally managed to work the gag out of her mouth.

Pika twitched and stuffed the gag back in her mouth. "You do not interrupt Master and Master's Mate!"

Pika was enjoying the show.

"Well, no." Lance shrugged elegantly. "If I did that, I'd have no one to play with."

Yellow stared at Pika. Pika shook his head.

Red blinked up at Lance, smiling.

Lance's fingers were already bloody as she bent down and touched Red's cheeks. “My precious, pretty one…”

Red preened at the compliment.

Yellow tried to barf. Being gagged didn’t help much.

She watched as Lance walked to the kitchen. Red watched Pika hit Yellow as she waited for Lance to return.

Lance walked back out from the kitchen with a plate. "Want one?" He asked Red, sitting down next to her. The crispy odor of fresh-cooked meat and potatoes wafted up. Mm, barbeque ribs!

Red nodded, it all looked really good...

Lance began to feed her, smiling. Red looked lovely, her gigantic assets heaving slightly and coated with sweat.

Yellow looked really sick.

"Does my pet like it?" Lance asked, reaching between her legs to fondle her.

Red nodded, smiling.

Lance touched her chest, and Red blinked as she felt bone and muscle growing back in. It was nice to be healed after their games.

Yellow stared.

Red smiled up at Lance.

Lance kissed her.

Red let Lance have control of the kiss. "Is Mistress hungry?" Red asked.

“I already ate while making dinner for you, darling.”

Red smiled. Lance bent down and kissed her again, rubbing a nipple.

“Does slut like the dildos inside of her?”

Red nodded. She enjoyed them very much…

Lance pinched a nipple, smirking slightly. "You’ve been quite good. Tell me... what do you want?"

Red blinked. She wasn’t quite sure how to phrase her request.

Lance smiled as she ruffled Red's hair. "Well, pet?"

Red bit her lip. * How to ask...? *

"Mmph!" Yellow made a muffled noise.

Pika smiled. “I think Master wants to be one of your pokemon…”

Lance blinked. * ...What? * "Do you?"

She nodded shyly.

“You want to be my sex-slave and pet for the rest of your life?”

The girl bobbed her head up and down enthusiastically.

Yellow wanted to cry.

"You like being my slut that much, then?" Lance tipped her head up to look into her eyes. Surely it couldn’t be true.

Red nodded.

"If I make you one of my pokemon, it goes further than that. You will never be able to refuse a command from me."

Red didn't care.

Lance grinned, taking in Red's expression. "Very well..." He pointed at Red. Immediately, a pair of silky red dragon wings sprouted from her back and a long tail from between her buttocks. There were tiny horns on her head too.

Red grinned.

Yellow noticed uneasily that Red's tail looked a lot like a cock.

Red wagged her tail. She had what she wanted.

"Come here, pet." Lance crooked a finger. He admired Red's bare breasts.

Red climbed into Lance's lap. Pika grinned. He could guess what would happen.

"Kiss me..." Lance murmured.

Red brushed her lips against Lance's.

"Good girl." Lance purred. He wrapped a hand around Red's tail. Red shivered.

"How does it feel?" Lance asked.

She purred quietly. She... she blushed as she realized she was getting very wet at the thought of her Master riding her tail.

Red hesitantly nuzzled her head under Lance's chin.

Lance stroked her hair. "Pretty one. What are you thinking?"

Red gestured to her tail.

Lance’s grin broadened. "You want to fuck me with your tail."

Red's blush deepened as she nodded slowly.

Lance shrugged elegantly. "I have no problem with it." He spread his legs. She moved her tail slowly, not sure of herself at all.

Lance pulled Red close to him and guided her tail inside. Red gasped at the sensation.

"You want to ride your Mistress because you love her, don't you?" Red nodded. She looked up at Lance, tears in her eyes.

"Yes... pet." Lance hissed. "Do it."

Red could hardly stop herself from cumming right then and there, her tail shuddering and dripping cum.

She began to move, obeying her Mistress’s order.

Yellow looked very disturbed.

Red kissed her Mistress's throat.

Lance hugged Red tightly. Red shuddered. She... liked this. She wanted to be Lance's dragon-girl slut for the rest of her life. She wanted to take her Mistress and be taken... Red was finally content.

She kissed Lance. "Mistress will keep slut forever?"

"Yes. I will keep you forever Red..."

Red smiled. That was all she wanted.

End Fic

Started 9/14/07

Completed 9/18/07

Not quite really romantic, though Lance calls Red slut in an affectionate way and not as a rebuke or a taunt. I guess my partner and I really like Rping Red as being very submissive. *Laughs*

And yes, if it frightens you, I’m sorry!

Red is somewhat disturbed though, 8cough*. I mean, Lance’s cross-dressing is one thing, but she has a serious submission fetish!