Cream rejects Vector.

Cream's breath hitched as she eyed the imposing size of Vector's erection, her body reacting with a mix of fear and an undeniable surge of arousal. The sight of his massive, thick, green cock stirred a confusing mix of fear and unwanted desire within her, yet there was a tantalizing allure to the raw power he exuded. But deep within, her conscience clawed at her, reminding her of the moral line she was about to cross. She felt a familiar warmth spreading through her, her body reacting in ways she wished it wouldn't, growing wet between her legs the way Tails had gotten from her many times.

As much as part of her craved to exact **** through Vector, she realized the hypocrisy of avenging Tails' infidelity by facilitating another betrayal—this time against her own mother. _"I can't let my pain lead me to hurt Mom," _she thought, her resolve firming. "I'm... sorry Mr. Vector, but we shouldn't," she said, her voice quivering slightly as she turned towards the door. "I need to go." Her hands shook as she grasped the doorknob, turning it, but the door wouldn't budge. Panic fluttered in her chest as she pulled harder, to no avail.

Turning her head slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. "Vector?" she asked, her voice rising in a mix of fear and confusion as she glanced up. Vector had moved silently, pressing his large hand against the door, sealing it shut. His expression was somber, a pained resignation in his eyes as he faced the dilemma she posed.

Vector sighed deeply, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He knew the implications of letting Cream walk out with what she knew, with the emotions and doubts swirling inside her. No way he could let her go now.

His eyes hardened, and in a swift motion, he opened his mouth wide. Cream barely had time to register what was happening. Cream barely had time to register what was happening, her eyes widening in horror as the last thing she saw was the gleaming row of sharp teeth descending upon her.

CHOMP!

The sound was final, a gruesome punctuation to the tragedy that had unfolded in the span of a few heartbeats. Cream's cry was cut off abruptly as the croc's teeth clamped down, The snap of Vector's powerful jaws closing was the last thing Cream heard. Teeth slicing through flesh and tearing cloth. Darkness enveloped her, a crushing pressure overwhelming her senses. In that final moment, her world narrowed to pain and fear, the brutal finality of Vector's decision sealing her fate.

As Vector reared his head back, Cream's faint, futile kicks grew weaker, her small bunny legs the last visible sign of her struggle. With a practiced jerk of his head, he chomped down several more times, ensuring nothing would obstruct his meal, each snap echoing harshly against the bathroom tiles. Finally, with a loud, resolute gulp, he swallowed the remnants of the little bunny.

"I'm sorry, Cream. You should have just said yes..." Vector murmured to himself, a hint of regret lacing his deep voice. His tongue swept across his lips, savoring the lingering taste, the sweet taste of rabbit blood.

Methodically, almost ritualistically, Vector pulled the bloodied towel from the trash again. He dabbed at the floor meticulously, erasing the few drops of Cream’s blood that had splattered during the brief but violent encounter. His movements were swift, efficient, ensuring not a trace of the chaos remained visible.

Once satisfied that no evidence remained on the floor, he tossed the towel back into the trash, its fabric now doubly stained with the remnants of his brutal act. The box of chocolates and the wilted rose followed, buried under the gruesome towel, a sad epitome of a visit turned tragic.

After ensuring the bathroom bore no signs of the struggle, Vector cleaned himself off once more, wrapping a fresh towel around his waist. His expression was somber, his mind heavy as he contemplated the weight of his actions. With a deep, steadying breath, he exited the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click that seemed to echo louder than usual in the quiet house.

Descending the stairs, Vector’s steps were heavy, each one like cinderblocks on his feet. As he approached the kitchen, the sounds of Vanilla humming softly to herself, oblivious to the the tragedy of her daughter's fate, reached his ears. A stark contrast between the blissful sights, sounds and smells coming from the kitchen to the horrors that were just up in the bathroom. (no not like that)

Vanilla turned as she heard his approach, her smile bright and welcoming. "Oh, there you are! I was starting to wonder if you’d gotten lost up there," she teased lightly, her eyes sparkling with affection and unknowing trust.

Vector **** a smile, masking the sinister reality of what he just took from her. "Just had to clean up a bit of a mess," he said, his voice steady despite the double meaning behind his words.

As Vanilla turned back to her cooking, Vector's gaze lingered on her, the love and protectiveness he felt for her now mingled with the guilt of his secrets. He had to protect what he had with Vanilla at all costs. From the peeping eyes of the pervy little fox, or preventing Cream from telling mommy that he made moves on her.

In that kitchen, life moved on, but for Vector, every moment was now shadowed by the actions he had taken just floors above. How long could he keep this façade? Would the truth ever surface? Only time would tell.