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

60 | Devilish Aquamarine

Arceus. Anything but her. Anything but her. Not the critter who ruined Christmas. Not the little blue devil whose fangs tore into your neck and sent you to the hospital. The creature bent on satisfying her own desires, who assaulted you, a human, even with no one in her corner. It's been some time since you've been alone with her. Last time she pulled one of her stunts, she was swiftly shut down by Meowscarada. That day could have been the day you lost your virginity if not for the cat who swears she'll be the first to take it herself.

"Not you," you say, and Vaporeon moves a paw to make a hushing gesture, pressed gently against her lips. You say again, this time in a quieter voice, "Not you."

Where's Avery? Actually, do you really need to ask that question? Avery's whereabouts are never a cause for concern when it comes to this sex-driven Vaporeon. She's freakishly adept at leaving her trainer's side, whether it means escaping her Pokéball or physically straying from Avery in plain sight. Wherever you are, this feral blue fiend will always find you.

You take notice of the scars on her body. Splashing the blue scales around her thighs, the arches of her back haunches, her front paws. What's left behind of Meowscarada's last assault are bruises and dried scars once wrapped in bandages, but now are exposed to all. Battle wounds — in a battle that was pretty much one-sided. It's a miracle this Eeveelution survived being impaled over and over. Not that you feel bad for her.

She tried to rape me.

"Don't pull anything," you say. "It's late, I'm barely awake, and if you try something, remember Cinderace is here with me."

Vaporeon's smile fades from her face. Without it, malicious is hardly the word to describe how she's looking at you. The kind of predatory face that sends chills through you, the kind you wish you could erase from memory. It's the spitting image of the one she wore the night things took a turn for the worst and you nearly became fish food for a Pokémon who had convinced herself the only way to achieve total satisfaction was to have you breed her.

There is no Meowscarada around to save you. Cinnamon is dead asleep, still clinging to the blanket. You could yell for her, sure, but that would mean waking the entirety of the dormitory. These rooms are small, soundproof walls be damned; you're not opening a bag of chips safely without alerting both your next door neighbors and the student straight across from you.

"Please leave," you say, your teeth gritted. "I don't want anything to do with you."

"Vay... Vaporeon."

Thank Arceus, she still can't speak. The thought of her once again being able to communicate with you becomes a burden lifted from your chest. The next, determining whether she's still a threat.

"I can't understand you."

Exactly. You can't understand her, so what's the point in standing here listening to her make Pokémon noises?