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

17 | The Nightmare Before Christmas

As you're watching famous YouTube chefs work their magic in the span of 30-second clips, you get this gut feeling. Your eyes cautiously drift away from the screen. You look toward the bathroom door. The house. It's eerily silent. Maybe it always has been. But there's something about this particular silence from which you feel is a lingering danger. There's something else in the air, something other than jolly good cheer.

You finish up your business in the bathroom and leave after washing your hands. Walking through the hall is a slow drag, unlike every other time you've traveled your own home. You feel you need to take it slow, careful, that there's something waiting for you in the safety of your residence. Your gut feelings have never failed you when Meowscarada is involved. Something is askew.

. . .

"Uh... guys...?"

There in the twinkling living room is an unfamiliar sight. Your eyes are immediately drawn to Cinderace, not your feline partner. You'd expect Meowscarada to be dressed in something that somehow strikes a balance between festive and skimpy. But Cinderace? Out of nowhere she's got a cute Santa hat on, and a little red coat with a ring of white fluff circling the collar and wrists. From experience, you know this to be the work of Meowscarada.

They both sit side by side on the couch, staring almost robotically into your eyes the moment you present yourself.

"Well, uh, you guys look nice. Very... appropriate." You take careful, deliberate steps into the room, debating within yourself if it's a good idea to sit with them or not. It's not long before you do cave in and start to settle down, when Meowscarada stops you abruptly. She quietly gestures toward the rabbit, telling her to do something. A second later, Cinderace is creating a spot for you in between herself and Meowscarada. Needless to say, you're a little scared.

But you sit anyway, not knowing what might happen.

"Thanks?"

Now, squished between the two Pokémon, you sit in an awkward silence. You're caught in the snake's jaws, you feel it. Somehow, there's something in the air that gives you the idea the next few moments spent lounging with these Pokémon will no longer be silent. That in a moment or two, something's bound to happen. You stare from Meowscarada to Cinderace and back. They never take their eyes away from you.

And just when you're about to say something to break the silence, Meowscarada snaps her fingers.

Here we go.

The point at which the holiday season becomes hell reserved for you alone.

Before you can register what's happening, Cinderace is climbing into your lap. She holds you down firmly by the shoulders and looks passionately into your eyes, showing some kind of... lust... for the first time ever.

You flinch. "H-Hey! What are you—?!"

Cinderace swiftly cuts you off by locking lips with you. An even more aggressive kiss than Meowscarada had ever attempted in her life — because it's a kiss you cannot get out of. Cinderace, with all her upper body strength, plants you hard in the cushions as she pours some semblance of wild love into you. A hot, sweet kiss that quickly crosses so many boundaries when her tongue wiggles out of her own mouth and goes slithering into yours.