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

61 | The Cynic's Breadcrumbs

Vapussy.

Once a joke; now a reality. Once, something only seen in the deepest nightmares or, for some people, the wettest dreams. Now, it's all over you. You don't know why you thought making a mark with her scent meant something less crude, more bearable. That's naivety speaking. You should've known what you were getting into the second she not only slipped into your room, but revealed she still has her voice.

You're not aroused, that much is undeniable and unsurprisingly relieving. But the fact remains: you've just been smothered in Vaporeon's genitals. Damp. Searingly hot. A little fleshy. Disgust fills your face in the form of a nasty scowl, the urge to vomit slowly creeping up your throat. Bile rises, and your body shudders to no end. So what if Meowscarada gave you head? That doesn't mean you're falling head over heels for Pokémon coochie.

Once she's done masking you in her scent, and you stifle the question wondering whether she's in heat or if she's just naturally moist down there, the two of you sit in absolute silence, with her still perched on top of your chest, you still caught beneath her, holding your tongue. The footsteps outside the door continue their slow trek down the hall, lurching, stopping, lurching, rinsing and repeating until the so-called thing out there stops next to your door. You hold your breath. It's silent, a little too silent for your comfort, your anxiety leading you to think that at any moment the door could be busted down and something will come rushing into this little room. It's the perfect trap in here. Miniscule space not even a zig-zagging Pikachu could escape.

The footsteps continue trailing down the hall, and for a second you think you hear nostrils whiffing the air. Both sounds grow distant, soon vanishing into blank noise that brings you nothing short of relief. You can breathe easy -- actually, you may now breathe in general. Vaporeon lets herself relax as well, casually lifting from her perch and stepping down from your chest.

"It's gone," she whispers, impatiently strutting circles around you. "That furry scumbag took Avery. Now it's waltzing around like it owns the place, wearing Avery's face, talking like her."

"Hold on, slow down. Who's this furry scumbag and how is she wearing Avery's face?"

"Illusion, moron. Ever heard of a Zoroark? The illusion Pokémon?"

You quirk an eyebrow at her words, not because you don't know what a Zoroark is, but because you've never dealt with one in your life. Outside of battles, anyway. "There's a Zoroark... acting as Avery? And it's after me, too? This is making no sense."

"I didn't realize it had taken Avery's appearance until it was way too late. I must've been asleep or, hell, too high off my heat to notice the switch." So she is in heat, you think. Vappy takes a seat between your legs. "This Zoroark knows you. You're all she's talked about, at least after I realized it was her and not Avery. She's gone on and on about how perfect you are, how she despises you. Said something about having had the chance to kill you before, only to get her head lopped off by your psycho cat -- it was weird."

"What did you just say?"

Having had the chance to kill you before.

Only to get her head lopped off.

It's specific. Specific enough to click instantly for you. Salazzle. The Salazzle from what feels like ages ago, a Pokémon who led you on with sweet smiles, who strung you into her innocent charades. What started as a quickly budding companionship dragged out from within a Tera Raid Den became an impending suicide attempt egged on by her poisonous gaze. Brainwashed isn't even the word to describe what happened. You were completely rewired for a time until you -- miraculously -- broke free just in time to stop her from walking you off the edge of a building.