Call the police!

Vanilla’s heart pounded like a drum in her chest, each beat reverberating through her trembling body as everything clicked into place... She was living with a murderer... Not just living with a murderer. Sleeping with him... Kissing him, holding him... making love to him.. She had been _fucking _him. The one who had taken her daughter away. The one who had eaten her.

Tails… Cream… There was no trace left. No bodies. No crime scene. Just a bloodied towel, a discarded rose, and a predator, a fucking crocodile, who had covered his tracks so perfectly that even she, the woman who loved him, had never suspected. now, she knew the truth. He had eaten them.... Cream, her sweet, innocent little girl. Gone. Eaten. No body to bury, no closure, just… gone. And Tails, too. The poor boy, who had loved her daughter so deeply.

The weight of it crushed her like a ton of bricks, her vision blurring, her air shortening into rapid, panicked gasps. Vanilla’s breath came fast, near hyperventilation, her chest rising and falling Her legs wobbled, barely holding her upright as she staggered back from the trash can. The bathroom swayed around her as a nausea unlike anything she had ever felt twisted in her gut.

'He ate my little girl.'

Her mind screamed it over and over again. The reality was inescapable, suffocating. 'He fucking ate her… and I’ve been making love to him every night.'

Her first instinct was to storm in there, to scream, to slap him, to hurt him in every way she could. Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, her teeth gritting as she imagined herself wrapping her hands around his thick, scaly throat and strangling the life out of him.

But that was a bad idea. Logic hit her like a cold wave. She was just a bunny. A tall, busty MILF bunny, yes... but just a bunny. Vector was bigger than her. Stronger than her. A goddamn crocodile with razor-sharp teeth that could crunch through bone like a biscuit She would never stand a chance against him. She'd end up just like her daughter, nothing more than a stain on a bloodied towel. She was prey.

The blood roared in her ears as she stood there, trembling, trying to steady her breath as her eyes darted to the bathroom door. Her body shook violently as she **** herself to move. She gripped the handle, her fingers slick with sweat, and slowly eased it open. She stepped forward, easing open the door as silently as she could. When she peeked out, she could see her bedroom door, still ajar.

Vector was inside still moving around. She could see the broad curve of his muscular back as he adjusted the sheets, still making the bed. The bed she just fucked the murderer on. It made her skin crawl, goosebumps in her fine fur.

She took a single step forward, the floorboard beneath her creaking under foot. Vector’s voice rang out immediately from the bedroom. “Hey babe, you about done in there?” Vanilla locked up, her breath catching in her throat. She heard the unmistakable thud of him sitting on the bed, he old mattress springs straining and groaning under his reptilian weight.

She thought quickly, swallowing, barely keeping her voice from shaking. “Y-Yeah! I just… I need to go get something to drink!” She barely finished the sentence before she took another trembling step, her eyes locked on the staircase. Her feet moved before she could think, taking her toward the stairs. “Good idea!” Vector called back. “Bring me a beer!”

That was her out. This was her only chance. 'Just get downstairs. Just get to the phone.'

Vanilla _flew _down the stairs. She didn’t walk, didn’t hesitate... she moved faster than she ever had before, her muscles coiled and bursting with pure survival instinct. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest. Her naked form jiggling, tits bouncing and cock juggling with each step. The second she reached the bottom, she rounded the corner into the kitchen, her hands shaking as she reached for the phone on the wall, her fingers fumbling as she snatched the receiver off the hook. Her pulse pounded, her breath ragged. Her fingers nearly fumbled as she quickly dialed.

9-1-1.... The dial tone droned in her ear. The longest ring of her life.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” Vanilla pressed the phone tight against her ear, her lips trembling. She turned to glance back at the stairs, as if she expected Vector to come lumbering down at any second. She **** herself to take a deep, shuddering breath before she whispered. "M-My boyfriend... he-he.. I think he killed my daughter!"