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Siren's Howl

A Someone's PC Tale

By Dark Violet

I was curious about her even before I knew she had a secret. It was the way she moved through the party; her deep grey dress rippled in her wake, its earthy-green trim coming from sewn-in thread rather than glowing neon strips like most people here. She had a confident stride, shoulders back and head still, white hair swaying with each step; it was a stride that made the other guests step aside as she made her way through the tables.

But maybe I was thinking too much. Maybe they were keeping their distance because of the Lycanroc on the thin electric-green leash beside her. A Pokémon like that, particularly a four-legged one, in high society? It was no surprise people kept their distance.

She passed the synthetic canapés on their hovering dishes without a second glance, continuing towards the edge of the balcony. Where I was. She must have noticed me staring as she came to a stop not a few metres away, running a hand through her hair as she looked out across the nighttime city. She fingered the cigarette she was smoking, rubbing the paper between her fingers - maybe another reason others would keep away - and there she stayed, almost unmoving, just watching the world go by. At her feet, the Lycanroc sat down on its haunches, casting its own passive gaze around the room.

But no, there was something more. It nagged at me, like an itch in my head. So naturally, I decided to investigate.

It was reflex at this point to have the command thought - and in an instant, the world changed in one eye.

The warm floodlights and scattered tables of the high-society party disappeared, and a white grid resolved itself in its place on a deep black background. The floor became criss-crossed with wires and optic fibers, glowing like shooting stars around the room. Each floating platter of canapés was at a sparkling hub where wires met repulsors and nanoforcefields. The guests themselves were vague shapes, ghosts, with nets of energy from subdermal implants sparkling across faces. A few cybernetic limbs were all of a sudden revealed, too - ah yes, there's the hostess' nanotech arm. She does so love showing off those old-style card tricks, and a synthetic hand so helps the demonstration of the technique.

I turned my attention back towards the woman - and my hand gripped the railing just that little bit tighter.

I'd wondered if the Lycanroc was synthetic - a robot of some kind, much easier to domesticate than a real Pokémon - but the sparkling light that almost blinded my cybernetic eye didn't come from it. Instead, it was the woman's dress, glowing an intense cyan light that caused geometric sparks to scatter across my vision. Even the cigarette shone like this…

I shut off my cybernetic eye and rubbed it - dammit, there was so much light there it hurt…

So that was her secret, was it?

I did the only thing I could at that point. I picked up two glasses of silver wine, and let myself be carried towards her on the currents of the party.

She turned to look at me from beneath that mess of startlingly white hair. She had green eyes - eyes that seemed to shine in contrast to her pale skin. I offered her a glass. “For a fine lady?"

Dark lashes flashed as she glanced down at it, and she chewed on the butt of the cigarette.

“Are they both for us?" she said, in a stern voice.

It threw me off guard for a moment, I must admit. “One of them is for me. The other, if you want to-"

“Give it to my girl, then." She stared at me now, so still, as if waiting to judge my reaction.

And while I hesitated, it was only for a moment. I placed the glass on the floor in front of the Lycanroc, who watched me intently as I did so. It didn't even take its eyes off me when it leaned over to lap gingerly at the mirrored silver liquid.

When I straightened up, there was a smile on her face that spoke of a test I had passed. Well now, as good as that was, if she was testing me…

“I know what your secret is, by the way," I said.

“And what is your name, person who knows my secret?"

Unflappable! I sipped at my wine before answering. “Doctor Karthik Ahuja. Head of Castelia's Nano-Infrastructure department."

“A rising star."

“You're kind to say that. We're hoping to turn Castelia into Neo-Castelia within twenty years. It'll be the next Lumiose before the world knows it."

“And what does that entail?"

“Cyberhighways and a passive City-wide AI inclusive, at the very least. And your name is, Miss…?"

She fell silent for a moment. Had her expression hardened? Those black lips seemed a little more pursed than before. “Dusk."

“Dusk?"

“That's my name, Doctor Ahuja."

“Karthik, please."

“Then Dusk… please."

I swirled the wine around my glass, giving a sad smile. “I've not done as well in this encounter as I'd been hoping, have I?"

This time she leaned back against the railing. She seemed to glow now even of her own accord, outlined against the speckled stars of Castelia far below, a sleepless city of immense skyscrapers merely a backdrop for this woman. Her Lycanroc stopped lapping at the wine.

Her eyes were wide, and she chewed on the cigarette once before she composed herself. “You were doing fine until you said that."

I tilted my head. “Candour is the fashion, Miss Dusk."

“Oh. And you follow that, do you?"

It was my turn to be silenced now. I was unsettled, thrown off. “It's how things are done."

Is that why she feels so different, so out of place? Is there implication in her words? Another layer of meaning beneath them? Such an old-fashioned way to speak…

It would explain the secret…

“Miss Dusk, why are you here?"

“You tell me. Why do you think I'm here?"

The kurta I was wearing was beginning to feel too warm, the knee-length fabric of the shirt feeling less smart and more claustrophobic.

“I would have thought you were here to enjoy the party, like everyone else. Swap ideas for a better Castelia. Ayuka-san, for example, was just telling me about a nanofibre project for-"

“My goodness…" she said, lifting her head to stare at me more intently. Smoke curled off her cigarette. “Please don't tell me you're boring like the rest…"

A pang of indignance caught in my chest. “I… won't." I said, after a moment's hesitation.

This was ridiculous. I had to rally.

“I think I might know the real reason you're here, Miss Dusk. And it's related to your secret. A very odd thing to have these days, by the way."

“It is, isn't it? Makes everything so much more interesting."

I ran a hand through my long hair. “Miss Dusk, you are a frustrating one."

“Tell me, Karthik. what is my secret?"

I breathed slowly. “For one thing? Your cigarette isn't real."

She chewed on it thoughtfully. “Go on."

“I would have smelled it this close up, and it hasn't burned down a single bit since you've been here."

“And?"

“And that's not your real dress either."

A smile crept across her face now. “And how do you know that…?" she asked, a melody in her voice.

I pointed to my eye. “It's a cybernetic-"

She lifted up a finger. It hovered in front of my lips.

“No."

“...No?"

“Lie to me, Karthik."

My mouth dropped open. For a moment, I couldn't speak. What on earth was she saying? Lying? Lying was hardly a mere social taboo these days, it was fast becoming a minor crime! And to do so here? At a ball for the city's best and brightest?

And who was she to ask me of that?

I stared into those eyes. And inside, in my heart, my sense of what was right was wrestling with my curiosity….

It took a deeper strength than I thought I need, but I managed to find words.

“I… had an intuition."

My heart hammered. I flexed my fingers around my wine glass. I could imagine a hundred party guests turning to stare at me in horror.

But Miss Dusk? She grinned. It was a devilish grin that showed teeth.

“Well done, Karthik. You just knew, did you? So tell me - why am I here?"

I was thrown. This was her game now - she had made that abundantly clear. “Because you're not meant to be here," I answered.

At my feet, her Lycanroc looked over its shoulder at me.

I continued. “You're a party crasher, aren't you? And judging by what you've been saying so far - out of touch as it all was - you're one who doesn't much care to keep up the charade of belonging here."

“Now you're doing well, Karthik." She tapped her fingers on her cheek. “So why did I come here in the first place?"

“With a fake cigarette, a fake dress, and a Pokémon?" I let out a barking laugh - my skin crawled, feeling the eyes of my peers on me, but I was so deep in the hole now I couldn't dare do anything but dig deeper. “What, you think that's difficult to work out? Because where else is so contrary to the idea? A ball for the city's tech engineers, by god!"

Dusk let out a gentle giggle, fingering her cigarette for a moment. “You never told me what was wrong with my dress."

I decided to return the exact same grin she was wearing. “It's not just fake. It's not even there. Is it? I don't think you're wearing anything underneath it. It's just holograms above bare skin."

She flicked her gaze down and up, long eyelashes batting as she did. “So what does it all mean, Karthik? What do you think I want?"

The next words caught in my throat. A prickling warmth grew across my cheeks. I knew what I wanted to say, but - I couldn't say that out loud!

In the long pause, her Lycanroc bent down to take a single long lap of the silver wine… before it stood up, and looked at me with emerald eyes.

“Come with me, Karthik," Dusk said. She turned around, moving away through the tables with that same confident stride as before, her hips swaying - naked hips, I knew now, beneath an incorporeal dress, with nothing but her flowing white hair to cover her. She swam through the parting crowd without a care for what she was doing.

What else could I do?

***

We walked out into an alleyway. Stretching high above us, the golden shard of the Spire pierced into the navy sky. The top floors - so distant - still flickered with the party we'd abandoned. Around us, the glow of holographic billboards and neon street lighting cast the backs of shuttered shops and claustrophobic apartments into flickering hues of cyan and purple. A motorcycle sat to one side, next to a disused street vendor hut - it was an older bike, with large wheels and chrome trimmings, one from before the roads became dominated by maglev cars. From the far end of the alley, muffled by dense buildings, the traffic on the Outer Ringway was but a dull rush. Like a distant wind.

To my left, a simple metal railing showed Castelia once more, jeweled with a thousand electric lights - though from here, many skyscrapers now reached above me, their tips dark silhouettes against a dusty, navy-blue sky.

Dusk turned to smile at me. It was a smile that I'd found to be typical of her now - cunning, secretive, as if she was trying to tell me something through a mere facial expression. It unsettled me; I had to have more of it.

“You've never done this before, have you?" She said. Her voice sang over the distant roar of cars. Behind her, the Lycanroc sniffed at the motorcycle.

“Gone into a back alley with someone naked?" I smirked, running a hand through my hair. “It's-"

“-not how things are done, yes." She sighed, and chewed on the cigarette again. A thick smell of burning wafted through the air. For a moment she looked disinterested - turning towards the motorbike.

A shot of terror lanced through me. Would she drive off now, leaving me here? I couldn't let her do that! This fascinating woman, slipping through my fingers!

“But…" I said, taking a quick step closer, “I'm curious…."

The smile returned. “There we go."

I held up my hands, miming grasping the concept in front of her. “It's such an… old idea. I've seen it in books - people used to do stuff like this, romance and teenage trysts behind buildings, away from view. But these days-"

“These days you have skyscrapers and cars and nice polite hellos and thank yous," Dusk said, deadpan, but suddenly her voice and eyes became alive. “Where's the intrigue? The question? The thrill of the chase?"

I was briefly hurt for my beloved city. “It does lead to far less worry and anxiety-"

“But the world has lost something, Karthik." Dusk looked almost sad at the words - but her eyes were fierce beneath that. “It's lost the spark of lust. But in the back of your mind, it's still there - a yearning for it." She glanced over at me, and suddenly that primal gaze stared right into mine. “And you feel that too. Deep down. Somewhere. That's why you're here…"

I bit my lip. There was a tightening feeling in my loins.

Dusk stepped closer now, stopping just short of her breasts touching my chest. “I can see it, Karthik. You're fascinated. Engrossed. You can't step away from me for a moment, because I represent that idea in your mind - the natural way, with all its mystique and delight. The indulgent pleasure on cold nights, the grass curling beneath your hands-"

“Grass? You mean-"

“Yes!" She cried exultantly, throwing up her hands, “Nature, Karthik! Rolling around beneath trees in star-filled nights, fur dirtied by the soil as you hunch over one another, grasping, gasping. No-one else to know, no-one else need know. It's the call of the wild, of the lust. And you can't help but answer it - can you?"

I stared at her. My heart thumped. “I… don't think…"

“Are you going to answer it?" she said, taking a step back and raising her hands. “Or shall I just ride away into the neon night, never to be seen again…?"

“No!" I said before thinking about it. All kinds of barriers were falling today. My hands trembled.

Dusk licked her lips slowly. “So you do want it..." she said, leaning in.

“Of... course I want it…" I said. She was in total control now, a hand grasped around innate desires I'd spent a lifetime suppressing. And in the end, I was utterly captivated by her. So even if I was being pulled along on a ride I couldn't quite comprehend, I would see it out. I needed to. In fact - I would make sure of it.

“Is that yours?" I asked, gesturing to the motorcycle. The Lycanroc was sitting on it now.

“Yes…" she said, snickering as if at a secret joke.

“Then let me take you on it. I rode a wheeler when I was a teenager, I shouldn't have lost much of it." I smiled, leaning in. “How about I take you along the Skyarrow bridge, show you the beautiful of the city from afar, and…"

“And take me into the woods beyond?"

The words sent a thrill through me. “Yes. A night of passion, just the two of us?"

Dusk held up a hand. She kept it there, pale skin illuminated in the neon light. I paused.

“One last thing, Karthik. If you really want to dive into nature…"

“I do," I breathed, another shot of fear at the prospect that she might dangle this beneath my nose, only to snatch it away.

Her eyes sparkled. “Then hold my hand."

I lifted my hand-

And my fingers went through hers.

Not interlaced - through. It was an odd feeling - in fact, there probably wasn't any feeling, but my mind was telling me that there should be, so instead my hand just tingled in sensory confusion. I stared at where my fingers now went right through her palm, and at the thin cyan line of light around where the two met. As I stared, I could make out how her hand glowed with more of these lines, glitches in the hologram propagating outward from my touch.

I withdrew my hand. Dusk's grin showed teeth.

Everything started falling together in my mind. But that must mean - no. But - really? But then what about-

I turned towards the motorcycle.

The Lycanroc was staring at me. Neon shone on her mane, which curled over her head like the blade of a katana. Her forelegs rested lazily over the handles, back paws waving idly below - a vehicle she didn't belong on, that was not meant for her, and yet there she was. I'd barely spared her a glance, but all of a sudden, I was seeing her in far more detail; the twitching of her thighs and shoulders, tendons and muscles poised beneath a thick coat of fur. Her eyes were green - not green like Dusk's eyes, but that very same green, vibrant and piercing. The bushy white fur of the mane, that ran from her head right down her back to the gently wagging tail, was the very same white as Dusk's hair. And from that pointed muzzle - a muzzle now holding a glowing shard of coal, being chewed on - came a grin that showed teeth. Dusk's grin.

I turned back to the hologram that I had called Dusk.

“Well, Karthik?" it said, “I asked you to hold my hand."

It was like I was in a dream, the surreality of the situation making my limbs tremble. I turned away, and walked over to the motorcycle. The Lycanroc - Dusk, the actual Dusk - raised an eyebrow as I stood next to her. Slowly, I took her paw in my hand.

It was… odd. I had expected the pads to be smooth, but they were rough - worn from years of use. The claws, black and glinting in the alleyway's lights, now they were smooth - with sharp points that nicked my skin. And the fur was coarse, but when I stroked it along the way it laid, it felt much softer.

“Much better, Karthik," the hologram said from somewhere behind me. I looked into the Lycanroc's eyes - Dusk's eyes - and she grinned at me; this time, there was something a little more than slyness in it - there was a hint of genuine happiness.

“You… have a voice. A mind. I thought Pokémon were-"

There was an electronic click, and I glanced over just in time to see the hologram fade out in a criss-cross of blue lines. I turned back to Dusk, staring at her, but she just regarded me with a raised eyebrow - an aloof expression even shining through her alien features.

I gingerly lifted a hand to her face - my fingers sank into the fur of her cheeks, and she let out a slow growl as I gently caressed her face. Her eyes were lidded, but they stared up at me - seductive, waiting. She stretched her body out as I cupped her cheek, muscles rippling beneath that fur, her back curving and tail lifted and wagging as she stared at me with expectancy.

Nothing seemed quite real anymore. I'd tested the waters with a foot, only to find myself sinking into an ocean. My mind was ablaze with questions - and desires.

At this point, why wouldn't I dive in?

“Well, Miss Dusk…" I said, my mouth inches from hers. Her warm breath rolled across my face, soft growls sending shivers down my back. “I believe I offered you a ride…"

***

The bike shot down the Outer Ringway, the wind cool on my cheeks, the flickering streetlights strobing across the two of us. Dusk, her mane whipping behind her, hung her front paws over the handlebars, while back paws pressed against the bike's pegs in a practiced way - this was not her first time at a hundred miles an hour. I was sitting behind her, hunched over her lithe body, hands on the throttle and brake next to her paws. I was shuffled all the way back in the seat, the fabric of my kurta billowing behind me in the wind, shifted around so that it parted at my front.

As we sped through the city, Dusk ground her hips backwards, slicking my exposed shaft with her juices. She rocked and rolled those hinds up and down my length, making my fingers twitch, making it hard to keep my eyes on the road rushing past us. Adrenaline coursed through my body with an intensity I'd never experienced, and I revelled in every moment of it.

We pulled out into the next lane, the bike tilting dangerously below us, passing a hovercar as we did. Could they see? Well, they'd see her no-doubt - when was the last time a Pokémon like Dusk was seen in the technotropolis of Castelia? - and they might spot her knowing smirk and half-closed eyes. But with any luck, that's all they'd see as I'd shoot past them - her tail, hiked up and around my waist, should hide how she edged the tip of my shaft to her wet, strange entrance. And strange it was, far stranger than the human women I'd shared pleasant evenings with in a warm, secluded bedroom - but then that was just how this evening was going, wasn't it?

When I slipped inside her, the bike wobbled with my trembling arms - but I regained control, pulling it upright, ignoring the concrete rushing inches from my feet - so easy, with how she felt. Such tightness, so strangely shaped inside! Her foreign anatomy pressed on the underside of my shaft, and for a moment, I feared I'd slip out - actual, visceral fear that I wouldn't be inside her. I pressed my hips into hers with a needful insistence; my shaft sunk inside, past whatever was hindering me. I heard Dusk gasp over the rushing wind, and saw her tongue loll from the side of her mouth.

We flew under an overpass, and descended the road on the other side. The wind picked up, and without a helmet, my hair danced in it. Skyscrapers slid past us as we drove towards the lower levels of the city, the lights a pale blue around us. But rising into view ahead was the Boulevard, the main thoroughfare into Castelia; a broad golden stripe across the city. For a moment, I almost had the command thought that would cast half my vision into electronic grids and seams of light, that would tell me my speed, where all the hovercars were around me, and how best to merge onto the Boulevard.

But I didn't. I stared at the real world, as it truly was, and at the Lycanroc nestling herself between my thighs.

I took the sliproad at speed. A small truck chirped with annoyance as I wavered between lanes, Dusk's walls clenching down on my shaft, but I corrected and hit the throttle to accelerate back up to the thoroughfare's top speed - my stomach dropped, and I almost gasped - then did, as Dusk was forced back into my lap, driving her along my shaft. Sweat flew off my face, and I panted in the cold night air.

Here was the Boulevard, with its welcome signs and strip malls and high-class hotels, offering the latest in technological delights and unparalleled views of the Spire - but I was taking it in the opposite direction, soaring towards the waterway that bounded the city's gleaming lights.

Dusk's rolling hips were sending my loins ablaze, but it wasn't enough - I needed her, with a curiosity and a lust that I'd never felt before. I pressed my feet against the pegs, and began to thrust into her - her body rocked with each motion, and I had to bite my lip in an effort to stop myself from spasming in pleasure. A police car sped past, blue lights flashing - I only saw it once it was a couple of cars ahead of us, off towards some other incident, unaware of the taboo happening in the open air.

Ahead, Skyarrow Bridge gleaned in silver neon. Some of my city work dealt with that bridge, with the infrastructure and nanoscopic optical fibres that were interlaid into it - but now I saw it differently, as a skeleton of metal, like a tree without its leaves. Beyond it lay the thin Intercities, the highways across Unova - and around them? The untamed wilderness, unseen in the neon-streaked night.

Dusk tucked her head down, her paw nudging my fingers on the throttle. I acquiesced, the bike surging onwards, leaving my stomach somewhere behind us in the sheer acceleration. The wind stung my face, but only made me lean over her more, pressing myself against her. My feet tingled, fingers trembling, hips warm against this delightful woman - with each pulse of the throttle pressing her further down…!

Was she twisting her body now, her hips rolling one way and then the other? That wonderful dog! Her lips stretched over the base of my shaft, so tight that every time I tried to pull out they held on, and only pulled back after coating my shaft with her juices, slick enough now to be easy to thrust back into her. I was deep inside this strange Pokémon, shaft twitching with the need for the climax. Around me, she trembled, and a long growl caught my ears before being snatched away by the wind.

We shot out of the Boulevard, and onto the bridge. The waterways around Castelia was a black void speckled with tourist boats and cargo ships, but the bridge was lit by spotlights - a monument to the city, second only to the Spire. We raced along it in the wrong direction, towards the wilderness beyond.

I thrust again, and again! The pressure mounted, the need clawing at my mind. Unthinking, I took one hand off the handlebars to grasp the white mane that ran down her back - so coarse and soft simultaneously - and with fingers tight around her, I pulled her back, pressing her lips right up against my crotch. She gasped - or was that me? - and her hips jerked around my shaft. My heart beat loud in my ears, and I ground up and down, recklessly thrusting into her as sparks flew in my vision, and the sweet, sweet climax hit. A kaleidoscope of pleasure, ringing around my head like electricity.

Through the flying stars and tingling limbs, the stark reality of the situation was laid bare; I'd started off the night at a party for the technocrats, ringing in a future of nanofibers and metal - and now I was ending it, leaving my city, with my shaft pulsing as my seed spurted inside a Lycanroc, an epitome of enticement. The contrast was delightful. I leaned back, gasping for breath in the night air, legs tightening around her hips, my hand keeping her held there, close to me - the only movement she made was to rock her hips back and forth, rolling those tight walls around me.

I'd drifted into another lane. The bike chirped a warning at me, and a hoverbike swerved to not get hit. I pulled myself up through the veil of pleasure, sluggishly straightening us up - only a short jolt of self-chastisement as I avoided colliding with the central reservation. The bike responded as slowly as I was managing to move, and while my shaft still jerked inside Dusk, I pulled us into the lane that led to the next sliproad off the main highway.

And together, we left the roaring hovercars and glaring lights behind, peeling off onto a thin, poorly-maintained road. Lights flickered above cracked concrete as we sped down, down, down from the raised highway.

I leaned over my wild lover, my hand now on her shoulders, fingers sinking into her fur. Dusk turned her head, and with canine lips she gave a sweet smile of satisfaction.

“So…" I asked, the roar of the bike not enough to hide the words. “Now what?"

She jerked her head towards the trees - that wildness, not just unclaimed by the concrete and gleaming steel all around - but unconquered.

A place to further explore this raw, true self, together.

I met her grin, and steered us towards the trees, and the wilderness below.

Fin