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

16 | "Spreading" Good Cheer

"We're baaack! Are you out of the bathroom yet, you silly cat?"

No response. You shrug your shoulders and walk inside, letting Cinderace close the door behind the two of you. With bags full of holiday-themed goodies in both hands, you take yourself to the dining room to set it all down. Once the load is off your shoulders, you absentmindedly wipe the sweat from your brow and glance over at Cinderace who's not breaking the smallest sweat hauling the Christmas tree in. Apparently her species isn't just good for their legs and feet. She sets the big pine down and runs her paw through the fur on her forehead.

"Thanks for the help," you tell her, rewarding the bunny with a headpat. She coos and smiles wide in response.

"Cinder!"

You bring your fingers to your chin, thoughtful. "Now, if only Meowscarada would quit beating her meat in there."

At your painfully direct comment, Cinderace goes from smiling to cringing in the blink of an eye. She quite literally makes a face someone would only wear if they had taken a whiff of a pot of rotting chicken meat. You notice this and go silent a moment.

"My bad."

As if on cue, and luckily in time to break the awkward silence in the room, Meowscarada appears in the doorway. You and Cinderace turn around and look at her, both of you immediately taking notice of her... assets.

"Not again," you mumble. Cinderace makes another face, covers her eyes, and holds onto your arm.

Once again, surprise-surprise, Meowscarada has trimmed some fur from her body. A lot more than last time. The whole of her body is brought to light with how much she took off this time; her chest area is completely exposed, soft pink nipples jumping out at you — her groin is also shamelessly revealed for all to see. And she looks fine with it. It's no big deal, right? Her tail is wiggling and her cheeks are blushing and there's not a single trace of regret in her eyes. She stares at you for a minute before slowly closing the gap.

Heeere we go.

First task of the Winter Games: dodge Meowscarada's incoming advances. You've dealt with this for so long, you're pretty much a natural. You know, no matter the place, time, or whoever else is present in the room, Meowscarada will stop at nothing to get a piece of you when she's in heat.

"Cinderace, you should probably go in the other room. It's about to get rowdy in here." As you speak, you're gradually reaching into your back pocket. Neither Pokémon notice your movements, you're as sly as a mouse, but Meowscarada does stop moving when you yank a bottle of pills from your pocket. There's a second of hesitation on her face, then a wide smirk born from confidence in that some silly hormone pills can't slow her down.

Cinderace considers staying to have your back, but in the end she goes tiptoeing out of the room — gone just like that. She doesn't even peep in from the doorway. She wants nothing to do with this, and that's perfectly fine. After all, this isn't your first rodeo.

Meowscarada keeps walking.

"I'm warning you, cat," you say, brandishing the bottle of pills like a weapon. "I'll shove these down your throat. Don't try me."

Meowscarada pauses, her lips falling into a neutral expression again.

Then you pause too. Wait. She'd probably enjoy that.

"I mean, I'll... I'll make you choke on..."

Meowscarada's tail waves to and fro in the air, her excitement from hearing your every word easy to read through subtle body language. With her lips still caught in a neutral frown, she licks her lips, certain desirable images going through her head in a perpetual loop. The two of you maintain eye contact. You happen to be the only one sweating bullets, and she's just waiting for you to continue slipping up with your words to create even more obscene imagery in her mind.