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

19 | Feline's Delight

It's a real shame. You were so stoked to be baking cookies -- chocolate chip, of course -- so much so to the point you were practically skipping around the kitchen like a little kid. You danced beside the counters, gathering your containers of sugar and chocolate chips and flour, as well as all your kitchen equipment suited for baking. However, it was only when you opened the fridge that you learned Christmas, whatever remained of it, was now utterly ruined.

You had no milk.

At least, not the right kind of milk. You had eyeballed the gallon you and Meowscarada had been using off and on for breakfast and such, thinking the day was saved before you brought that gallon of milk to your face, screwed off the cap and took a gentle whiff. Your face crumpled up like a ball of wet newspaper. You remember gagging so loud that Meowscarada rushed into the kitchen to check on you, only to find you bent over the sink, coughing and wretching.

What you smelled was milk that had expired eons ago. Probably eons. The putrid, hot smell of spoiled milk ended up trapped in your nose for the rest of the day, leaving you nauseous til you were forced to sleep it off. You only barely slept the whole thing off. The next day, you woke up and genuinely felt lightheaded because that repulsive aroma was still swirling round in your nostrils, tickling your brain with the aftermath of warm, rotting dairy.

That morning, you thought you might puke right then and there in bed. No time to get to the bathroom. Lucky for you, your feline partner is much more bold around you now. She used to be split between subtle and pushy, but after the whole holiday fiasco, she's learned how to stand perfectly balanced in the middle of both. That morning, when you woke up and gagged, Meowscarada swooped in to save the day.

She kissed you on the lips and stayed like that for longer than a normal kiss might span. You, for some reason, didn't resist -- didn't mind. Her plan to override the smell worked like a charm, and pretty soon, that nausea was washed away by Meowscarada's soft, sugary breath. Kissing a Pokémon was still an iffy thing for you, you had to admit. Though there came a few benefits to laying your lips on your partner's own, there was something inside you constantly scolding and chiding your show of submission to Meowscarada. You had melted into her, the same way she melts into you, and apparently your subconscious didn't like that. Did it really matter though?

Felt like you were gradually falling in love anyway. Even if you didn't want to admit that to yourself or anyone else.

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2:30 in the afternoon.

Snow is still falling outside the window. The streets and rooftops of Mesagoza are painted white. Just off the top of your head you know some stores are closed for another day or two after the holiday, and some have already eagerly opened up for New Years business. One of the stores that have reopened their doors earlier is none other than the grocery store your old pal Louis works at. Thinking of him, you remember how this week is supposed to be your free labor week. Working afternoon shifts for no pay, all because you're a nice soul and decided to save Cinderace's skin once she was busted.

You really don't wanna work there. It's only temporary, but retail? Really? There can't be a single person who works in retail who has a level head on their shoulders. Perhaps the same can be said for most jobs, but especially around these parts where Pokémon trainers are abundant, retail is a nightmare for anyone with balls big enough to brave the endless onslaught of impatient, angry travelers who need just about anything and everything they set their eyes on. It's not about those small, rinky-dink Pokémarts anymore. Those are a thing of the past. Now it's all about big stores where people spend big bucks, ultimately manifesting into big waiting lines where everyone is wearing a big, fat scowl when a cashier is too slow.