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

18 | Bloody Christmas

"I... I don't think I'm awake," you stutter. "I must be dreaming."

Vaporeon sighs, waggling her tail. "Answer the question. I confessed my love for you, I told you the truth, so please -- just tell me. Will you give me the greatest gift I could ever receive for Christmas?"

You close your eyes and your subconscious actively brings forth your morals and beliefs in one hard flash of thought. There's no use telling yourself again and again that you would never mate with a Pokémon. Rehashing the same lesson to yourself is like beating a dead Rapidash. You know what you feel, what you believe, what you have decided on from day one of living and owning a Pokémon yourself. Mating, breeding with a species that is not your own -- that is out of the question.

And alright. Maybe you've crossed some personal boundaries by choice with Meowscarada, like the time she kissed you and you genuinely enjoyed it. Perhaps you yourself aren't entirely in the clear. But that's just a kiss. Going as far as to sex a Pokémon, whether you're compatible or not according to Meowscarada's book of science, is not something you want to do.

You open your eyes after thinking for a few moments and you firmly give the Vaporeon her answer.

"No."

Vaporeon's lips lift up into a smile. Her pupils, which once were shaped like hearts to some odd extent, have become full again and dilate to a level you've never seen before in a Pokémon. Her tail stops wagging. She loosens the grip on which she holds down your thighs. A soft chuckle escapes her lips, though it can barely be called a sound of joy, of acceptance -- it is the exact opposite. There's something sinister in both Vaporeon's voice and her face.

"I thought you might say that," she whispers. "After all, what am I? I'm not of any importance to you; we only see each other when Avery decides to let me out of my ball. So of course you'd refuse me. Silly me for thinking I might have a chance."

You watch Vaporeon slowly lift her rear from your lap and steadily walk forward. From the position you're in, you're practically forced to scoot back unless you want to touch heads with her. But you're still seated, so rather than being able to back up if you were standing, you find yourself lying on your back. You sink gently into the sheets as Vaporeon climbs your body then plops down on your chest instead.

"Hold on a second," you say, "you said I could refuse. I'm trying to be polite here!"

"Don't get me wrong, human," Vaporeon hisses, "you're the sweetest boy I've ever met. Very polite. But there's just something about your answer that rubs me the wrong way, even if I already told you refusal was an option..."

Vaporeon licks her lips. "I'm sorry. I take it back. Refusal was never an option. After you breed me once, you'll breed me again until I'm satisfied, and you'll finally realize how much you love me back. Our love can be mutual if you do what I say."

You make a face, sitting up just barely enough to be level with the Pokémon's face. There, you stare into her empty eyes and scowl. "Look, I don't know what kind of game you're trying to pull. I still don't even believe I'm actually awake right now. But I do know you need to get off of me. Right now."