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

33 | Tied to P▇pet Stri▇s

Waking up now is no easy feat. You can hardly open your eyes wide enough to see what's an inch away from you. You can feel it, though — something like a warmth brushing up against your face as if someone were breathing on you. This warmth steadily becomes laced with a tinge of sweetness. Sniffing gently at the scent, you can both taste and feel that sugary heat spreading through your senses.

You struggle to peel your eyes open further, but eventually you do manage it, finding a familiar face mere inches from yours. Salazzle, brandishing a steely gaze, sits atop you, looking so closely at you with no consideration of personal space in mind, clearly. She licks her lips, and you watch that long wet tongue snake across the jagged shape of her mouth, wiggling out in a way that makes you feel she has other plans for using it.

"Sal... Salazzle?" you say, your voice weak. "What's going on?"

You try to move but are quickly met with the disgruntling discovery that you're bound to whatever you're laying on. It's not as hard as the floor, not as sturdy as the couch — it must be your bed. You open your eyes a bit further and look around, surveying the room you're in. Your bedroom indeed.

"Can you hear me, human?" A sweet voice. Sweeter than the taste in your mouth. Are you hearing things? You pause a moment or two, thinking you're only imagining the sound. That... wasn't Salazzle's voice. It couldn't have been. You didn't see her mouth moving, so you must have finally dipped your toes into insanity.

I'm losin' it.

"Human?" The voice comes again. Salazzle's eyes narrow as you stare harder into her face. "It's me. Don't look so confused — I may not be speaking English aloud, but the fact you're reacting to my voice tells me my little... hypnosis trick worked."

"Hypnosis?" you whisper. "What, are you a psychic type now?"

"Oh, goodness no. At least not technically, hehe. I've fine-tuned my pheromones to the point they can work on females and males alike, aaaand... I suppose I can play around with your feeble little mind." Salazzle tickles your cheek with her finger, then cups it in her palm and leans in close, bringing her lips up to your skin. "It's almost like giving you the ability to read my thoughts, no?" She lays a small kiss on the side of your face, something you really wouldn't be comfortable with anyone doing, but...

I don't mind it.

Why don't I mind it...?

"Now tell me, handsome," the lizard whispers tenderly into your ear, "how did it feel being pleasured by your feline partner in the shower?"

"Pleasured by... huh?"

What's she talking about?

"My, my, I think your memory's failing you." Salazzle laughs. "So then... you're not wondering about your trusted partner named Meowscarada?"

"Meowscarada?"

You raise your eyebrow. You've never heard of that name in your life, but you're obviously drawn to the notion that it's a Pokémon. Some kind you've never met, that's for sure. According to Salazzle, this "partner" of yours is a feline... but... you don't have a partner like that. Not any other partner aside from Salazzle and Cinderace.

"Who's... Meowscarada?" you ask, not expecting Salazzle's reaction to be a loud, guttural laugh.

"Hahahah! No one, no one, human." She takes her hands off your body and climbs off your chest, getting to her feet and doing a little stretch. She looks over, glancing at the binds she put on you. A sight that draws an even bigger smile onto her face. Frankly, you're not seeing what's so funny. Being bound to your bed, "talked" to by your partner, and further confused by everything that leaves her mouth. Yeah, you're not laughing.