Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Pirates of the Caribbean ❯ One-Shot

Title: Pirates of the Caribbean
Authors: Nephitari Champion and Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red/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: AU, het, fanon references, Paul and Yellow-bashing, PWP

 

Lance smirked as he arrived in port. He swept his long hair out of his eyes, grinning. It was nice to be back. He wondered how his old friend Giovanni had done for himself. He wanted to see his fiancée Red, too. It had been several months since he had visited these Caribbean Islands.

Still, there was rich plunder to be had. Several Spanish galleons had fallen prey to his wily tactics.

He had sent his trusted followers to England, and made this journey alone.

 

Red was stuck listening to her maid, Yellow. She sighed as she stroked the silver dragon pendant her father had given her. Giovanni had told her that a friend of his had given it to him before leaving the port.

Red jerked as Yellow began to lace up a corset. Oh Mew! That hurt!

“You'll look so lovely!” Her maid chirped.

She rolled her eyes. “But I can't breathe in this! What the point in looking nice if I can't breathe?”

Yellow huffed. “It's the latest fashion in England. Don't you want to look nice?”

The black-haired girl frowned.

 

Just then, another maid ran upstairs.

“There's a visitor for you, Lady Red! He's so handsome!”

Red couldn't even sigh properly with the little air she had. "I'll be right down..." She wanted to take the corset off! Stupid metal pieces…

Lance swept a bow when he saw her. "Lady Red."

"Hello." Red shifted. She cursed Yellow. She liked breathing!

Lance smiled as he took her hand and kissed it. "You are very beautiful. I haven't seen you in months."

"It is nice to see you again, my Lord." Red agreed. The lady looked over at Yellow and glared.

Lance paused. "Strange, though. You look rather choked."

That was when Red collapsed into his arms.

 

The man quickly ripped her dress open, causing Yellow to shriek as he began to undo the corset.

"No wonder..."

"Stop!" The maid screeched.

Red gasped as Lance pried the instrument of female torture off and tossed it aside. "Thanks, Lance."

“No problem.”

She grinned up at him as he bent down and cupped a breast.

Yellow looked ready to faint.

 

"How is your father?" The sailor asked.

"Mm," Red arched against him. "Father's off in England negotiating another big contract. He'll be home in about four months."

“Ah... I had hoped to see him…”

Red pouted. "You didn't want to see me?"

"Partially." He paused. "I actually did... But we can't let your father know that..."

She sighed.

 

Lance kissed her, sliding his hands lower. "May I make love to my fiancé now?"

"Oh yes, please!"

Yellow's eyes bugged out. This man was Red's fiancé? But-but he was too old for her! It made no sense!

Red reached up and ran her fingers through Lance's beautiful red hair. "The silver-gray streaks are pretty."

"There's more to me then that, my dear..."

"Mm, I can't wait to see..."

Lance chuckled and pulled Red up the stairs.

 

Red grinned as she locked the door to her bedroom. "It's been so long..."

“Yes, it has regrettably been far too long since we saw each other last.” Lance pulled her into a kiss. “I love you, my Lady…”

“Ooh, I've missed you, My Lord Lance.” Red grinned as her lover made quick work of her clothing.

“Women in England must not like to breathe.”

"I know." Red sighed and leaned into his broad chest.

 

He gently rubbed her pussy lips.

Lance licked her throat. "Mine..."

“Of course I'm yours,” Red smiled up at him. “Unfortunately, some people have been trying to court me since you've been gone so long.” She eagerly embraced her man. “I hate the Commodore. Stupid Paul, he thinks he's such a hotshot just because he commands part of the Navy.”

“That sniveling snot Paul tried to court you?”

Red nodded. "And he started trying right after Father left for England!"

"What a brute."

Red frowned as she reached for Lance's pants. "Yes."

 

The girl shivered, remembering the first time he had tried to touch her. She'd been invited to a party and she had gone, not wanting to appear rude... But he'd been so annoying and damnably grabby!

Red leaned forwards and worked Lance's cock free, licking her lips. This was the only man she wanted! She licked the head. His taste was addicting, and so wonderful. She began to dip her tongue into the hole.

Lance was thinking, trying to come up with the best way to rid them selves of Paul, though it was quite difficult to do with Red eagerly working on him. Neither of them knew that Yellow had slipped out of the house. She had to warn Paul!

She didn't want Red to marry this man!

 

"Paul! Red is being raped!"

Paul looked up. “What? Where is she, Yellow?”

“She's at her house! This pirate burst in-!”

"Pirate?"

Yellow nodded. Paul grabbed his weapons and followed her.

 

Lance groaned as Red swallowed around him.

"Mm," Red licked up milky semen with a pleased expression. "Delicious."

The man smiled down at her.

"Love you, Lance..."

"I love you too, Lady Red..."

She looked up at him. "Take me, please..." Lance nodded, as he impaled her. She was so tight... That was when the door was blown open.

 

"Freeze!" Paul yelled, brandishing a pistol.

Lance simply slipped his sword out and held it against Red's throat. “Please don't shoot. I might accidentally slip.”

Red had to stop herself from making a growl of annoyance.

Paul gaped.

Lance pressed slightly harder. “I can kill her. Lower your weapons and tell your men to ground arms. Now.”

Red leaned into him. "Why can't I have any privacy?" She muttered in his ear.

Paul reluctantly watched as Lance dragged Red down three streets to the harbor. He cast off sail easily, and the ship sped off like magic.

Red took great pleasure in sticking her tongue out at Paul as she was whisked away. She laughed in delight.

 

“Where are we going, Lance?”

Lance smiled. "We're chasing the Dragonite."

"The ship you lost?"

"Yes." Lance nodded. “I'll make that traitorous crew pay.”

Red stroked his cheek. She grinned. "Do you want me to help you?"

"Of course."

"Then I need to be dressed appropriately..."

"In a bit," Lance smirked, pressing her against the wheel. "We haven't quite finished yet..."

"Oh... I like the sound of that..." She giggled.

 

Lance pressed into her. "So wet."

Red grinned. "We should tell my father! You know, about Paul, and what he did... right?"

"Definitely." Lance agreed. He squeezed her breasts as he rode her. Red was bouncing in pleasure, eagerly meeting each thrust. The pirate chuckled.

"You seem to like it, love." * Hmm. How to get Paul...? *

Red giggled.

"What I need to do is get a letter to my father..."

"Yes." Lance agreed. He came back with the cage where his carrier Pidgeotto was watching them.

Red quickly penned a letter. “Take this to my Father Giovanni.” She told the bird.

The bird nodded and took off.

Lance was unashamedly leering at her. Red didn't care. If anything, she preened. She liked his attention.

Why shouldn't her future husband look?

 

A week later, Giovanni received a letter. He recognized Red's handwriting and Lance's Pidgeotto.

After opening it, the man scowled in disgust. Paul had tried to kill Lance? And marry Red?

The Queen was very pleased with Lance's work and approved of Red's engagement to him. After all, Lance was no ordinary pirate, and he did not prey on England's ships. No, he was a buccaneer, who worked for the crown and eliminated naval competition, by sinking the ships of enemy countries. Of course, they earned a handsome share of the gold he raided as well. More money in the treasury was always good. There was no reason for Paul to try and kill him!

Perhaps it was time to choose a new Commodore.

Giovanni nodded. He should head back to the Caribbean soon, before Paul mucked things up further. The nobleman sighed. He had wished to stay in England for a while longer, but… Well, once Red and Lance were married, he could spend more time here. He preferred it to the tropics. And his wife was there!

Well, maybe in a few days he could return.

 

"We must rescue Red!" Paul told Yellow, as they tried to track where Lance's ship was going.

Yellow nodded.

How could some dirty pirate have kidnapped his true love?

 

Three days later, Red saw her father's ship approaching.

"That was decidedly fast." She murmured.

Giovanni drew up alongside them. Red looked a lot happier than when he had seen her last. He boarded.

"Red, what happened?"

“Well,” Red pouted, “Yellow told Paul to attack Lance while we were,” She coughed, “Intimate. So he pretended to kidnap me. We're looking for his mutinous crew right now.”

“Ah. Good luck with that, The Dragonite is the fastest ship ever built. Be careful.” Giovanni returned to his ship after giving Red a hug.

"We will!" Red promised.

Giovanni nodded and the two ships went on their separate ways.

 

“We're getting closer.” Lance checked his compass.

"You're sure?"

"Yes." He would make them pay.

Red was at the wheel. “Wonderful… How much longer must we wait until we catch the ship?”

“I wager another day or two.”

She nodded with a grin. “Then we should plan how to make them pay.”

"Yes." Lance said. "Perhaps I should turn them all into Magikarp... but we'll need lots of energy..."

“What do you need?”

Lance's grin was vicious. "To spend several days fucking my dear fiancée to charge energy..."

"Oh..." Red giggled. "I wouldn't mind that at all..."

"Really?" He smirked.

The lady shook her head. “This is just you making it up to me for being away so long... And, you can be as rough as you want…”

He licked his lips.

 

Red grinned as Lance reached forwards and tweaked a nipple.

"Mm…" Red kissed him.

Lance grinned and lifted her shirt, eying her beautiful globes.

Red giggled. "I'm all yours, Master..."

"Master now, is it?" Lance asked, reaching down to pet her quim.

The girl nodded. "After all, you kidnapped me..."

“True,” Lance grinned. He spread her legs. “And I suppose there's only one fate for a pure, virtuous lady like you.”

“Oh? And what's that?” She asked coyly.

“I suppose the crew is going to have its way with you.” He said, before slipping a finger into her snatch, and grasping the ivory phallus he had given her.

"Mmm… I see…"

Lance grinned. "I've bought quite a lot of... presents for you." He smirked.

Red eyed the dildo, leaning forwards and giving it a lick. "More than this?"

Lance smirked. "My dear Red, that's only the tip of the iceberg."

"Honestly...?"

"Quite." Lance came back upstairs with a chest. He pulled out a chained top that would have several interlocking metal rings around each of Red's breasts.

Red blinked. As long as it wasn't a corset...

 

Lance slipped the first ring around each nipple, the second and third rings lower, and the fourth around the base of each breast. Cold, hard metal clamped down on her pale skin. She gasped at the feeling.

"What is this?"

"Something I picked up in Africa." Lance said. "You like it?"

She was stiff and panting, juices leaking from the petals of her flower. Red nodded. Obviously she liked it!

Lance grinned. “Come here and suck me off, and I want you to orgasm while doing it.”

The black-haired girl agreed. She really loved him. Of course she would obey! It wasn't that hard anyway...

He watched her, slightly amazed. Red grinned. She loved being his slave! She took him down her throat. Oh Mew! This was so fun! The lady purred and giggled as she worked.

Lance relaxed. She was really enjoying this.

Red licked the slit expertly for a few minutes before she sucked, swallowing around him. He groaned, shooting gout after gout of cum into her mouth. "R-red..."

 

The lady giggled. < Kitty wants more milk, Master... >

Lance petted her hair then noticed a ship on the horizon. * Ahh... *

< In a bit, pet. > He said. < We've got company. >

Red got dressed and took the wheel. < Is that-? >

< Yes. >

Lance began to chant, his eyes glowing golden-blue as the waves churned. The Dragonite tossed and turned, the crew panicking.

< Do you have enough power, Lance? >

< Enough to trap them. > Lance said. < For their punishment, well... >

Red walked over to him. < Let me help... > she knelt between his legs.

< All right… >

His lover took him down her throat again. The waves began to churn higher. < They will all die. >

Red sucked hard on Lance's shaft. < What about your ship? >

Lance smirked. < It hasn't been mine in a long time. It is far better that she sleeps now. >

She agreed as Lance shot another load of cum into her mouth.

< Mm…> Red swallowed it. < Maybe the Queen will have a faster ship built for you? After all, you do work hard… Or maybe Daddy will let you keep this one. >

< Maybe. > Lance agreed.

 

Red moved, winding her arms around his shoulders as she slid onto him. < You're so hard and big... never stop... >

< I won't. >

Somewhere in the midst of one of her countless orgasms, Red was vaguely aware of the Dragonite exploding into fragments, but she was rather too preoccupied to care.

With that they turned the ship around and headed home.

But as luck was not with them, Paul and Yellow spotted the ship.

"ATTACK!" Paul yelled.

Red and Lance had to abandon the ship as the long nines blew it to bits. Pity...

< I liked that ship! >

 

< This is getting irritating. > Lance conceded, as he and Red flew towards home on his Dragonair.

Red nodded. However Paul and Yellow were waiting for them in front of Red's home. What now?

"Die, pirate!" Paul brandished his sword.

“Oh for the love of Lugia,” Lance rolled his eyes.

Red hugged him tightly, glaring at Paul.

"Paul! Stop this at once!" Navy Commander Giovanni roared as he strode up towards his house.

Red grinned. "Daddy!"

The purple-haired teen blinked.

"Welcome home, Daddy!" Red didn't move.

Paul glared. “Why shouldn't I kill this pirate?”

“Maybe you should reconsider your actions, because Lance is Red's fiancé.” Giovanni scowled. “And that he is a professional buccaneer for the Crown?”

"What?" His eyes bugged out.

“In fact, the Queen was quite pleased with his prowess.”

 

Red grinned and hugged Lance tightly. “Daddy, Lance needs a new ship.”

“Why, what happened to it?”

“We decided it would be better for the Dragonite to be put to sleep, and then our new ship was sunk by Paul.” Red glared at the Naval Commodore.

Paul flushed.

 

“Well, you can have his ship.”

"Can we, Daddy?" Red's eyes lit up.

"Of course."

"B-But!" Paul spluttered.

"Oh, Lance." Giovanni smiled. "The Queen sends you these." He held out a box of medals.

Lance smirked as he took the box and opened it. * Well, what have we here? *

“What's his ship called, Daddy?”

"The Flygon, dear."

“Very fitting, don't you think so Lance?” Red turned to him. He nodded absentmindedly, still drunk on glory.

 

“By the way, there was one other. Yellow, you're fired! How dare you interrupt our lovemaking, you tramp?” Red spat.

“What did the Queen give you?” Red turned away from Yellow.

“I'm to be Fleet Commander once your Father retires.”

"Really?" Red turned to her Father. "You're not going to retire soon are you?" She didn't want to lose her fiancé - and hopefully husband - yet…

“Still got a good ten or twenty years in me, daughter.”

Red hugged Lance tightly. “Then I can stay with him. I'm so happy!”

Giovanni just smiled, as he watched them. They were a good match, and well, if Red wanted to go adventuring with Lance that was fine with him.

He just wanted his daughter to be happy…

 

End Fic

Completed 11/8/07

So yes, we totally screwed the real Pirates of the Caribbean first movie. Sadly, Neph and I have only seen that one but honestly, we both hate Elizabeth! Will kind of sucks too, so we made Lance Jack and Red got to be an upgraded, better version of Elizabeth!

Red: *Hugs Lance*

Lance: *Smirks*

Phantomness: ^^V

And just in case it wasn't obvious, Lance is a buccaneer - a pirate for the Crown that raids ships from other countries. *Laugh*

The buccaneers raided ships from Spain, Holland and France from the 1930's to 1960's. They were legal, as long as the Crown got a cut of the profits. Britain would sometimes deploy naval officers to lead them. In fact, Port Royal was the richest city and also the buccaneer's base. Some were even knighted in England!

Wikipedia is useful ^^