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

32 | Hypnotized, Brainwashed By Lust

Just as promised, Meowscarada stays home with Salazzle while you travel to the Pokémon Center to check on Cinderace. She had such a bright smile on her face as she waved you off when you left, you didn't think anything bad would happen between the two Pokémon while you were away. You could visit Cinderace and have not a worry in the world.

...

You're just a fool. Clouded by your pleasured thoughts reminiscing about your first sloppy toppy. You didn't stop to think anything bad would happen.

Little did you know...

The moment you left the house and Meowscarada shut the door, her smile faded, twisting into an almost psychotic grimace as she trekked her way back to the living room to Salazzle who was still gazing out of the window. This time, she wasn't staring aimlessly, she was watching you head for the Pokémon Center... and Meowscarada knew that. Slowly, she approached.

* * *

"You." Meowscarada's voice turns cold. Salazzle turns around with her arms crossed, quiet.

"I'm not really willing to let you crash here," says the cat. "I made the same mistake with another Pokémon. A good little bunny friend of mine. Guess where she is now?"

Salazzle raises an eyebrow.

"Hospitalized, probably won't make it. But, boy, she was a fighter. I'll give her that."

Salazzle then begins to communicate in a voice that humans wouldn't understand — Meowscarada thankfully discovers this isn't yet another random Pokémon that knows the English language.

"Am I supposed to be afraid?" The lizard's voice carries a genuine maturity most Pokémon wouldn't have. This discovery only gets on Meowscarada's nerves more.

"I can kill you, you know."

"No you can't, kitty."

"Kitty?" Meowscarada takes a strong step forward, summoning a thorny vine in her paw, ready to start lashing it out at the reptile who has now challenged her. "Call me that again and I'll tear your muzzle off your face."

"Kitty. Kitten. Pussy-cat." Salazzle grins. "Meow for me, why don't you?"

Meowscarada growls, lifting her spiked whip. It snaps against the air, nearly sounding like a thunderclap from how hard she shirked it upwards, then Meowscarada prepares to slash the Salazzle directly across the face. Salazzle doesn't react. She stands there, still and quiet as a mouse, waiting for the attack to come. It does; the vine goes shredding through the air, threatening to slice open her face, yet she still does not move, not until the vine is close enough for her to... grab.

She picks it out of the air with her mouth. Meowscarada gasps, tries to yank it back, though fails to do so. And then, before she can come up with another attack, the Salazzle's mouth glows with an oozing red flame. The jagged edges of her mouth turn orange, burning hot, and the vine stuck inside slowly melts.

"Should've expected that," Meowscarada thinks.

She summons a second vine in her other paw, ready to try once more. But this time the feline can't even bring the whip high up into the air — this time, Salazzle makes a move. She opens her jaw and lets out a heavy breath, releasing a visible cloud of pink poisonous gases that surround Meowscarada's head. The magician breathes it in without thinking, immediately coming under the assault of a painful, wet cough and the feeling that her mind is being clouded by... some egregious thoughts.

"G-Gah... you idiot," Meowscarada struggles to speak while waving away the fumes. "I-I know—cough—I know your stupid poison only attracts males. I'm not a—cough, cough—a dude. It won't... ackk... work on me!"