Author's Note: Just to give everyone a heads up, this chapter is one of the main reasons why this story is rated M. Some of these scenes get pretty steamy. So some readers may want to skim over those parts if they don't like reading that kind of thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.
Chapter 4: Night Encounters
Night had fallen upon Lavender Town and the Baron mansion. Earlier in the evening, Ash and Misty had gotten together with Sabrina and Morty to discuss what Ash had learned earlier that day about the Cubone massacre from twenty years before. And of the possible involvement of Julius and the two men that had died. They had decided not to involve Dawn and Diane in the discussion, due two the argument the two sisters had gotten into earlier that afternoon. Plus with Dawn being involved with Carter, there was a chance that she would not be very receptive to what Ash had to say about Julius.
"I see… This situation really is troubling." Morty declared after hearing all of what Ash had to say. "Considering the story of this massacre and Dusk's ability to communicate with the dead, it's quite possible that the vengeful spirit of that Marowak could be involved somehow. She could even be responsible for the deaths of those two men."
"But… if that's true, is Dusk helping the ghost of that Marowak or trying to stop her?" Misty wondered.
"On that, I can only guess." Morty answered. "Though it would explain the deaths, we don't even know if there really is a Marowak ghost."
"Ghost or not, there's another part of this situation that concerns me more." Sabrina admitted. "Those three sisters all have extremely powerful Pokemon. And it's clear that none of them get along with each other."
"Yeah, it's like they get along as well as the original dragons of Sinnoh." Ash agreed. "I saw Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina get into it at Mt. Coronet. If Arceus hadn't shown up when he did, that whole mountain would probably be a crater today. And who knows what would've happened to the rest of the world."
"If the sibling rivalry of the Berlitz sisters gets out of hand, it could mean disaster." Sabrina informed them.
The conversation was interrupted when the door to the room opened and Dawn walked in. "Sorry to barge in on you guys? What are you all talking about anyway?"
"Just talking about old times." Ash lied. "What's up?"
"I wanted to ask you a favor Ash." Dawn explained. "Would it be alright if Pikachu and Lucario stayed with me and Piplup tonight? Piplup's kind of stressed, and I think he'd like the company."
"Sure. That's fine with me." Ash agreed. "Misty and I could use the night alone anyway."
"On that note, I think we should call it a night." Morty decided. "I'm going to go for a walk to clear my head."
"Do you wish me to come with?" Sabrina asked.
"That's okay. I won't be gone very long." Morty assured her.
"I think I'll head to bed." Dawn decided. "Goodnight everyone."
"Goodnight, Dawn" Ash replied. And with that, the group broke apart for the night.
Diane headed off to her room to turn in for the night. After the day she had been through, she was looking forward to some rest. Plus she needed to be awake and alert to help Cythia with the manuscript. As Diane passed the sitting room, she glanced in and saw Cynthia sitting alone on the couch drinking a glass of red wine. Diane couldn't help but notice how elegant Cynthia looked. She was like a goddess or a queen.
To say that Diane was an admirer of Cynthia's was an understatement. It had started out as admiration. Diane had always been a huge fan of Cynthia for both her skill as a Pokemon trainer and her intellect as a researcher. But over time, Diane had started to see Cynthia in another way. She had developed a crush on her, and it had never faded over time. But of course Diane had always kept such feelings to herself. She had always been certain that if anyone had found out about them, they would think her strange. It had made working with Cynthia a bit harder, but Cynthia needed her help to complete her work. Plus working alongside the former Sinnoh champion had been Diane's dream for a long time.
Against her better judgment, Diane nervously walked into the room to speak with her idol. "Uh… Cynthia?"
Cynthia quickly noticed the young researcher's arrival. "Oh, hello Diane. What are you doing up so late?"
"I was actually just on my way to bed." Diane explained. "I… just thought I'd come in real quick to say goodnight."
"Aw, you're leaving already? Come and sit down." Cynthia offered as she patted the vacant spot on the couch. "I could use your company."
"Oh… Well, I guess I could stay up a little bit longer." Diane agreed.
After a split second of hesitation, Diane went over and sat on the couch. Her heart began to beat a little bit faster being so close to Cynthia. But she had to keep calm. She couldn't afford to lose control.
"Care for a glass?" Cynthia asked as she poured some wine into a spare glass. "It's very fine wine that comes from the vineyard owned by Patricia's family in Johto."
"Oh… well… if you insist." Diane agreed against her better judgment. She then noticed something about that bottle of wine. "Cynthia… did you drink most of that bottle by yourself?"
"Huh? Oh… I guess I did." Cynthia chuckled, noticing the now empty bottle.
Diane took a breath and sipped from her glass. The wine was like nothing she had ever tasted before, and it blazed a trail down her throat. Diane had heard in the past that wine was something of an acquired taste, and now she knew why.
"Tell me Diane… are you involved with anyone?" Cynthia suddenly asked.
Diane was caught completely off guard. "You… you mean romantically?"
"Uh-huh." Cynthia confirmed as she took another sip. "Well… so are you?"
"Uh… to, to tell you the truth, I've never been involved in a romantic relationship." Diane admitted. "I've always been too involved in my own work to have one. Are, um… are you involved with anyone?"
"Not for a long, long time." Cynthia answered. "Not since Cyrus. He was a brilliant man, perhaps the most brilliant man I've ever known."
"What happened to him?" Diane asked.
"He died." Cynthia answered bluntly. "I took it pretty hard. But… in reality he wasn't the man I thought he was. To me, and the rest of the world he was a kind man, but in reality he was a monster. He had only used me to get what he wanted. His death hit me pretty hard… but I think what I've had the most trouble accepting was that Cyrus wasn't the man I thought he was."
"Cynthia I… I had no idea." A stunned Diane told her.
"I had dated a few men before Cyrus. A few women too." Cynthia continued. "But none of them were as brilliant as Cyrus was."
Diane was immediately struck by something Cynthia had just said. "Uh, Cynthia? Did… did you just say you've been romantically involved with other woman?"
"You don't have a problem with that, do you?" Cynthia asked.
"No, no, no! Of… of course not!" Diane frantically assured her. "I was… I was simply surprised."
Diane took another sip from her glass that was a little bigger than her first. The conversation had taken a very unexpected turn. Never in her wildest dreams had Diane expected Cynthia to find other women attractive in a physical way. She began to wonder what would happen if she told Cynthia how she felt about her. But she quickly tried to push the idea from her mind. Just because Cynthia found other women attractive didn't mean she'd find her attractive in that way. Besides, Cynthia was older than she was.
"Well anyway, ever since Cyrus I've thrown myself completely into my work." Cynthia went on. "I guess we make quite a pair, don't we Diane? We're just a couple of lonely researchers. I feel like we're very alike in some ways. Though I do think you're far more brilliant than I could ever hope to be."
That last comment made it impossible for Diane to keep her feelings in check. She never imagined that Cynthia would say anything like that to her. Diane didn't know if it was the wine, but she was suddenly feeling a bit bold. Though in an attempt to gain some added courage, she downed the rest of her glass in one gulp.
"Uh… Cynthia? I was just wondering if you could help me with something." Diane nervously began. "Could you come with me to my room to help me with… an experiment?"
Morty sighed heavily as he reached the door to his and Sabrina's room at the Baron mansion after returning from his walk. The situation of the past couple of days had become quite troubling, and Morty was looking forward to getting some rest. But as soon as he entered the room and closed the door, an invisible force suddenly ripped his shirt clean off. Morty looked and saw Sabrina standing in front of the bed. She had on black leather gloves that went up past her elbows and knee-high black leather boots with spiked heels, along with a black leather corset and chocker. In her hands, Sabrina held onto a whip. Upon seeing Sabrina, Morty suddenly became much more alert.
"Get on the bed." Sabrina ordered. "Now."
Morty felt his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. "…Okay."
Shannon had been starring at the dry erase board she had covered with the facts of her current case for what seemed like five hours straight. Not matter how she looked at it, the deaths of Edger Gates and John Braxton looked like murder. Yet the cause of their deaths seemed natural, and she couldn't find anyone who would have a reason to kill either of them. Nor could she find anyone with a reason to want to kill Julius Baron. Shannon was drawing a blank. The officer's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her office door.
Shannon sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Come on in."
The door opened and Clint walked in. "How's it going?"
"It's not." Shannon replied as she turned away from the board. "Please tell me you found something."
"I did a thorough examination of both Edger and John. They both died of some kind of heart attack brought on by extreme fear." Clint reported. "I sent their blood work in to the lab in Saffron to see if they could find some kind of poison that might've caused it, but I won't lie to you Shannon. I don't think they'll find anything."
"Great! So we're nowhere!" a frustrated Shannon exclaimed. "And I can't think of any reason why anyone would want to kill our two victims or Julius Baron."
"Well you know what they say about people in small towns. They all have their secrets." Clint pointed out as he sat on the corner of Shannon's desk. "And Baron's a politician. I'm sure he has a whole shit load of skeletons in his closet."
"But which one of those skeletons would make someone want to kill him?" Shannon wondered.
"Why don't we call it a night?" Clint suggested. "Right now, it seems like we're both going in circles."
"I guess you're right." Shannon sighed. A wicked idea suddenly came to her mind. "Hey, we're alone in this building now, right?"
"As far as I know." Clint answered. "We're the only ones crazy enough to be in the office this late. Why?"
"Wanna get it on?" Shannon smirked.
"What, in your office?" a surprised Clint asked. Shannon nodded. "Why Shannon O'Hara Jenny, you devil."
"Hey, I'm not innocent just because I'm a cop." Shannon pointed out as she approached him. "Besides, we've both had a long day."
"That we have." Clint agreed.
The two became locked in a passionate kiss. They broke apart after a few moments for air. Shannon moved and leaned over her desk. Clint took the signal and came behind her to hike up her skirt. It looked like it was going to be a long night after all.
Misty was on all fours on the bed as Ash thrust his rod into her from behind like a dog. After all the things that had happened during the last few days, Misty needed to feel Ash's raw power inside of her. And after what Ash had learned that day about the Cubone Massacre, he needed to relieve a bit of stress as well. As Ash continued to push his rod deep into her core, Misty could feel herself getting close to the edge. Suddenly Ash took hold of Misty's left leg and pulled it straight back. He then began to thrust deeper and harder into her. They were both coming close. With one final hard push from Ash, both of them climaxed at the same time. Misty could feel a pleasant warmth rush into her.
Exhausted, the couple collapsed onto the bed. Ash put his arm around Misty as they caught their breath.
"So… feeling better?" Ash asked.
"Much." Misty replied with a big grin. "I really needed that."
"It really has been a weird couple of days." Ash remarked. "I never thought we'd run into Dawn and both her sisters in the same place."
"I certainly never expected to run into Dusk again." Misty admitted. "…She scares me, Ash."
"Yeah, she kind of scares me too." Ash agreed. "…But I think she's mostly misunderstood. And I think she has a good reason for a lot of the stuff she does."
"But… two people have died." Misty reminded him. "And Mr. Baron might be next."
"We don't know what happened to those guys for sure." Ash pointed out. "For all we know, she probably didn't have anything to do with their deaths."
"You have a point there." Misty admitted. "I guess until we know for sure what's going on, we shouldn't blame Dusk."
"Yeah. But let's not talk about this anymore tonight, okay?" Ash requested.
"Okay." Misty agreed before kissing Ash on the forehead. "So, think you can go for another round?"
"I think I'm up for the challenge." Ash smirked.
Julius stood out on the deck looking at the night sky. His eyes were drawn to the Tower of Memories. That wretched tower where he, John, and Edger had committed what was perhaps the ultimate sin. Over the years, Julius had found ways to justify what he and the others had done. The one he had used the most with himself, John, and Edger was that it was all in the line of duty. They had been given their orders, and it was up to them to carry them out by any means necessary.
That reason had been of very little comfort to Julius that night though. He had dismissed John's claims that the thing had come back for revenge. Edger's death was simply one of life's unfortunate events, and Julius had never been one to believe in ghosts. He knew of Ghost Pokemon of course, but those were just odd creatures from some unknown dimension. Real ghosts were simply a myth. That was what Julius had always believed. But now he was starting to doubt that belief.
It was impossible to believe that John's death was simply a coincidence. Especially after John made such a fuss about the thing having been responsible for Edger's death. Twenty years was a long time to hold a grudge. And Julius couldn't help but wonder if the thing had gotten fed up with waiting. Perhaps his time of judgment truly had come after all.
Patricia walked out onto the deck. "Darling, what are you doing out here?"
Julius turned to face Patricia with a weak smile. "Nothing dear. I've just got a lot on my mind."
"Well it's getting late. Come to bed." Patricia told her.
"I'll be there in a moment." Julius assured her.
Patricia smiled and walked back into the house. As she did, Julius couldn't help but wonder if tomorrow would be the last day he would ever see her.
Cynthia was still trying to figure out exactly what had happened. Though she had been starting to care less and less as the situation advanced. It was all kind of a blur. Most likely in part because of all the wine she had drunk that evening. One moment, Diane had asked Cynthia to come back with her to her room to help her with some sort of experiment, then the next moment the two were all over each other. And now they were both naked and Cynthia had been pinned to the bed as Diane sucked on her breast.
Of course Cynthia didn't mind what was happening. Diane after all was a very attractive young lady, not to mention brilliant. Cynthia had always been attracted to brilliant people. It was what had attracted her to Cyrus. And to Cynthia, Diane's brilliance was her most attractive quality. It was the thing that set her apart from Dawn.
At last, Diane left Cynthia's breast and left a trail of fiery kisses down the length of her body. Once she reached Cynthia's waist, she spread her legs apart. After a few moments of hesitation, Diane finally moved in and began to move her tongue up the length of Cynthia's opening, causing her to gasp. Cynthia no longer cared about how she had gotten into her current situation. She was far too lost in the pleasure she was feeling.
After what seemed like an eternity, Diane finally pushed her tongue into Cynthia, causing her to moan loudly and arch her back. The feeling of the younger girl's tongue probing around inside her was simply astounding. She had never known such heights of pleasure before. As it went on, Cynthia couldn't distinguish between seconds and hours. Time had lost all meaning. It went on until finally Cynthia climaxed.
As Cynthia recovered from her high, she saw Diane get on her knees on the bed and look at her with an expression of shame and guilt. As if she had just committed a terrible crime. It was heartbreaking for Cynthia to see Diane look at her like that.
"Uh… sorry." Diane told her in a small whisper of a voice.
That was the last straw for Cynthia. With new energy, she suddenly got up and pinned Diane to the bed in one swift motion, causing Diane to yelp in surprise. She began to aggressively suck on Diane's neck, causing the younger girl to moan. Cynthia felt sure that what she was doing was probably going to leave a bruise, but she didn't give a damn. Her priority at that moment was giving Diane the pleasure that she had given her.
At last, Cynthia broke for air. "A beautiful girl like you has nothing to be sorry for."
With that, Cynthia snaked her hand down and began to stroke Diane's opening. Diane moaned as Cynthia gently moved her fingers up and down. All the shame that Cynthia had seen on her face was completely gone, replaced by an expression of someone lost in pleasure
"Do you want me to stop?" Cynthia asked in a husky whisper.
"…No." Diane begged.
Satisfied with her answer, Cynthia pushed two fingers into the younger girl, causing Diane to gasp and her eyes to widen. She thrust in and out of the moaning girl beneath her, slowly and gently increasing her pace with time.
"Cynthia… harder!" Diane begged.
Cynthia smirked as an idea came to her mind. She inserted another finger into her young lover and began to thrust harder and deeper, causing Diane to moan louder than before. As Cynthia built up the pace, she could feel Diane's inner walls closing in around her. It wasn't going to be much longer. Then with one final moan, Diane came to a hard climax. Cynthia watched Diane's face as her eyes went wide. Then they closed and her head went back onto the pillow.
Cynthia gently shook the younger girl's shoulder. "Diane?"
Diane was out like a light. It was clear to Cynthia that she went a little over the top. A part of her was actually quite pleased with herself for making Diane pass out. With both of them clearly spent, Cynthia pulled the covers over them both and pulled Diane close to her. She wasn't sure if what she was feeling for Diane was love, but Cynthia did know one thing. At that moment, she was the happiest she had been in years. And with that knowledge, Cynthia closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Dawn woke up in the middle of the night after having an odd dream about Dusk. She glanced over to the corner of the room and saw a sleeping Piplup huddled together with Pikachu and Lucario. The sight brought a smile to her face. With sleep somehow out of her grasp, Dawn decided to go for a little walk through the house. She thought that perhaps she could see if Carter was still awake.
As Dawn walked through the hall, she could hear a steady thumping sound in the distance. Out of curiosity, she headed towards the noise. Within moments, Dawn found that the sound was coming from Julius's study. The door to the room was open a crack. Dawn peaked in through open door and saw something she had never expected.
Carter was in there with the young maid, Miranda. Miranda was sitting on the desk wearing nothing but the cloth-like hat that went with her uniform. Carter was fully clothed but thrusting his hips into her. Miranda was moaning and had her arms around Carter. It was crystal clear to Dawn what the two of them were doing.
"Harder Master Carter!" Miranda moaned. "Please!"
"Yeah. I like when you beg for it." Carter grinned as he quickened his pace.
Dawn backed away in shock, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Dawn ran away from that room as fast as her legs could carry her. She didn't know where she was going in the house and didn't care. After awhile Dawn ended up in a hall that led to a dead end. She slumped against the wall and began to cry.
As she began to slide down the wall, Dawn's finger pressed against a switch hidden in the decorative molding. Suddenly the wall to her right opened up into a large passageway. Her curiosity getting the better of herself, Dawn decided to investigate the passage. At the very least it took her mind off of what she had just seen Carter and Miranda doing in the study.
The dark passageway went on for several feet. It seemed endless until Dawn entered a much larger chamber. As soon as she stepped in, a spotlight came on from above, shining down upon a faceless white mannequin in the center of the room. The mannequin was dressed in a black uniform with a red letter R on the front of the shirt.
"A Team Rocket uniform?" Dawn whispered to herself. "What's that doing here?"
Ben had stayed up into the later hours in his hotel room of the night searching the Internet for everything he could on Julius Baron, Edger Gates, and John Braxton. What he had found would be interesting to anyone who read the society column of the newspaper. But there wasn't anything that one would consider scandalous. Everything Ben found on Julius said that after marrying into a rich family from Johto he went into politics. Edger Gates, although known as something of a lush, was a fairly successful lawyer who handled lawsuits. And John Braxton owned a small yet successful real-estate business stationed in Lavender Town.
It was what Ben wasn't finding that was he found interesting. Besides living in Lavender Town and perhaps attending the same local events, the three men hardly seemed to know each other. Yet Julius had claimed that he was an old friend with both Edger and John. Even more telling though was that there was hardly any record of the three before they found their way onto the society page. That by itself wasn't really out of the ordinary. But considering that the three men in question may have been members of Team Rocket, Ben found that fact rather suspicious. For all Ben knew, the three had taken on new identities after the Cubone massacre.
Ben glanced at the clock on his nightstand. It was thirty minutes past midnight. It didn't seem to Ben that he was going to find out anything more, so he decided to call it a night and put away his laptop. Not bothering to undress, Ben laid back onto the bed. After spending hours of staring at a computer screen, a little sleep was just what Ben needed.
Ben suddenly awoke to find that he was in an unfamiliar room that was not his hotel room. The mattress he was on smelled old, and he quickly realized that he was completely naked with only a white sheet covering his lower half. The room was dark, with the only source of light from the large window on his right that let in the light of the full moon. From what Ben could figure out, he was in some sort of old mansion. He knew of at least one such mansion in Lavender Town, a rather creepy structure known as the Pokemon Tower that its eccentric owner had designed to look like the head of a demon. What Ben couldn't figure out was how he could've gotten there.
"Hello Ben." A very familiar voice greeted, causing Ben to sit up. He saw Dusk standing before the bed wearing a short black silk robe. "It's real nice to see you again."
"Dusk, what…?" Ben began to ask.
"I overheard you talking to Ash in the alley earlier today." Dusk continued as she untied the string of her robe. "I had no idea you felt that way about me."
"What is this place?" Ben asked.
"It's called the Pokemon Tower. I've been staying here for the past few days." Dusk revealed as she came over and got on the bed. "There's also a fun Gastly and Gengar who live here. They're both out for the night though. We have this whole place to ourselves."
"…Dusk, I have to ask." Ben spoke after a moment. "Are you…?"
Dusk put a finger over his mouth to silence him. "Don't talk now. Just relax, okay?"
Dusk removed her robe to reveal that she was wearing nothing at all underneath. Ben was absolutely stunned by what he was seeing. Smiling, Dusk gently pushed Ben back onto the bed. Her haunting eyes had taken on a sort of predatory quality. She removed the sheet that was covering his lower half and got on top of him. Dusk moaned as Ben's already hardened rod slid into her.
Slowly Dusk began to buck her hips at a steady pace. Ben was simply paralyzed by the pleasure he was feeling, and memorized by Dusk's appearance. The light of the moon streaming in from the window seemed to give her an ethereal glow, enhanced by the eyes that had haunted him since he first met Dusk at Maiden's Peak. Gradually, Dusk's pace began to increase, her breasts bouncing with the movement of her hips. Ben felt that he was getting close to the edge, and he could feel that Dusk was getting close as well as her inner walls tightened around him. Dusk's movements became wilder, and at long last the two of them hit their climax at the same moment. Ben was simply mesmerized in the expression of pleasure on Dusk's face as she reached her high.
As Ben came down from his own high, Dusk got off him and walked over to the window. She grabbed onto her rear end and gave Ben a very seductive look. Ben seemed to know what Dusk wanted him to do to her. And he found he somehow still had the energy to give her what she desired. Almost as if by some sort of strange compulsion, he got off the bed and walked over to her. And after a few moments of hesitation he pushed Dusk against the window shoved his still hardened rod into her rear end, groaning as he inserted it into such a tight space,
Ben was simply astounded by the expression of ecstasy on Dusk's face as she experienced a mixture of pleasure and pain. He began to thrust into her at a slow pace, earning several deep moans from the blue haired girl. As he gradually increased speed, Dusk lifted her left leg to rest against the window. Ben snaked his right arm to Dusk's front and stuck two fingers into her opening, causing her eyes to widen. Dusk's moans became louder as Ben thrust harder into her, at the same time causing his fingers to penetrate deeper into her core.
After a blissful eternity, Ben could feel that he was reaching the edge and could feel Dusk's inner walls tightening around his fingers. Then with one final hard thrust, the two of them climaxed again at the same moment. Ben withdrew from Dusk and staggered backward. He suddenly felt as if he had been drained. His legs wobbled and he suddenly felt himself falling backwards as Dusk turned back to face him with a wide grin. Everything went black before Ben hit the floor.
The light of the morning sun shining in through the window awoke Ben from his slumber. He opened his eyes to find that he was back in his hotel room. Ben started to wonder if the whole encounter with Dusk was just a dream. It was hard to believe that though, as it felt so real. As Ben sat up, he suddenly found that he was wearing only his boxers. And he knew for a fact that he had gone to bed fully clothed.
Ben looked over at the nightstand to see what time it was and found a small piece of folded paper in front of the clock. Ben picked up the paper and unfolded it to find that something was written on it.
'Last night was wonderful.' The note read. 'I hope you feel the same way. See you around. Dusk.'
It was very clear to Ben that what happened last night wasn't a dream. It was unsettling, yet Ben was hardly surprised that Dusk would do something like that. In fact there were a few times when Ben had wanted Dusk to come to him in the night. But there was one thing about the encounter that troubled Ben a great deal. And that was the possibility that he might have just made love to a killer.
Author's Note: I'm going to let everyone in on a little secret. Some of the scenes in this chapter were written before I even started working on the outline for this story. I think part of the reason why I did that was to get those scenes out of the way so I could focus a little more on parts of the plot in this chapter. Of course I had to do a little editing to those scenes here and there to make them fit better with the rest of the story. Actually with the scene between Ben and Dusk, I ended up changing the location where it took place. My biggest concern is that I may have gone a little overboard. But this is sort of for those who enjoy a little "you know what" with their horror.
Please review and let me know what you think.