[Yandere Meowscarada x Reader] I'll Make Them All Disappear!

10 | Magician's First Victim

"Master tastes so good. I could do this all day. All night. All year. Nya! I'm losing my mind~!"

Your lips detach from hers. The two of you maintain lovely eye contact for a few brief moments in bed before you begin to rethink what you've just done. As the realization that you've just kissed your Pokémon on the lips sets in, suddenly the cozy vibe in the room dies away into a tense, almost petrified energy. It's a feeling you've never felt before. Both the fear of having done something that may be considered unruly by many in this world, as well as the fear of finally falling deep enough into Meowscarada's charm to care. There's not much to be said. You just feel you want to get away.

"I'll... I'll be back."

You spring out of bed, throwing the blankets aside. Meowscarada attempts to reach for you but stops herself in the act. When she sets her eyes on your uncertain expression, she feels a pang of guilt. Perhaps even fear of her own for what you might think of her now that you've broken the ice. Meowscarada, silent as a mouse, allows you to go fleeing from the bedroom.

You retreat to the bathroom, nearly stumbling and hitting the walls on the way there multiple times because of how tired you still are. It's that feeling again, like you're moving through a bowl of syrup. You're slow, sluggish, your body somehow limp and weighted at once.

In the bathroom, you stop at the mirror and stare deep into your reflection's eyes. What you see is a young trainer with too many issues swimming through their eyes like a small pool of tadpoles.

"What have you done?" you ask yourself, half expecting an answer even though you're speaking to the cowardly reflection. "What have you done, you idiot?"

It's been so long. A nice long life of having Meowscarada by your side. She's your partner, your one and only, and yet you've never stressed about these kinds of feelings before. Not even when she would tease you again and again the way only an overly playful girlfriend would. Not even when she would take your clothes to either hide or wear right before your eyes. Not even when she would crawl into your bed at dead of night and lay tender kisses all over your face as you slept.

You have never, ever, felt this way before. You don't even know what to call it; you just feel wrong. In every way possible. A human willingly laying his lips on his Pokémon? You're sick. You're a freak.

I'm sick. I'm a freak.

You're impossible. You bury your face in your palms, a cold sweat running across your skin. You taste your lips, taste Meowscarada's fresh breath in your mouth for a time too long. Part of you likes it. Part of you wouldn't mind tasting it more. Maybe even getting a second kiss, or a third. But then there's that bigger part of yourself that knows full well it's so wrong. If someone found out about this, you'd have nothing.

Your family? They'd chew you out.

Your friends? They'd never talk to you again.

"Meow?"

Meowscarada's voice comes from the bathroom doorway. You pull your face out of your hands and look over at her, barely suppressing a gasp. She's standing there twiddling her thumbs, appearing shy and genuinely guilty. This time she's not masking anything with magic.

"I'm... I'm sorry," you say even though you don't know exactly what you mean. "I'm so sorry, Meowscarada. I don't know what's wrong with me. I... I just..." You're trailing off. It's too hard to think straight. Even harder to speak without stuttering. On top of that you're finding it difficult to look directly into Meowscarada's eyes. The lack of eye contact pains her; you can see it in her face when you do glimpse her expression.