Cream tries to get back home.

Moving through the dark shelter that the trees have provided her thus far, Cream quietly made her way back in the direction she came, discomforted by the ridiculous state she found herself in.

Her underpants; her only piece of clothing, now had a sizeable tear which displayed her exposed rabbit backside. With one of her hands placed over it, Cream had just the other arm to cover up her exposed chest as she carefully scanned her surroundings for any sign of a sudden passerby.

Cream: Okay. No one still hasn't seen me yet. I just have to make it back to the house and then figure out what to do next before anything else goes wrong.

Unbeknownst to Cream, something already was; the damage done to her underpants was even more severe than she realized. From the wide open spot where her seat used to be were several small tears in the fabric leading away from it, and they seemed to be getting bigger...

As Cream continued to make her way through the woods, she struggled to remember where she was. The retriever had chased her for quite a distance away from the block. Plus it was the dead of the night, so she could barely make out her surroundings. On the plus side, it was a full moon tonight so she at least was able to see well enough in front of her.

Cream: Wait a minute, isn't this the nature trail? Alright, if I just follow this, I should be able to make it back to the street.

Travelling upwind, Cream cautiously moved down the path in search of the way out of the woods. But every time her legs moved to take a step, the eight rips on her underpants continued to travel away from the gap. Two of them travelled downwards on a collision course at the bottom of her pelvis, two ran down the centre of her legs, and two climbed up towards the waist-strap alongside another two springing from the top of the gap.

While Cream was still unaware of this, she did see something that grabbed her attention: a pair of shining flashlights and voices alerted Cream to someone coming down the trail.

Cream gulped when she recognized them: it was Rocky and Cobby; two twin foxes who were essentially bullies by trade. According to Tails, they loved picking on anyone who looked off to them. Cream shivered, if those two caught her like this, she'd be in big trouble!

Moving swiftly, Cream dashed back into the woods and hid herself behind a large tree as she waited for the brothers to go by. Seeing that they were shining their flashlights all over the place, Cream decided to crouch down to make herself even less noticeable.

Unfortunately, this position caused the rips to speed up even more until finally they had nowhere left to go. The four upper rips had joined into a V-shape ending just below her waist-strap and another V was formed dead centre at the very bottom just as the final two reached the ends of the legs.

With one final subtle tear, the remnants of Cream's seat fluttered down to the forest floor, completely revealing her backside as if she were bottomless. The perineum part however, swung forward and just hung perpendicular to the front of her underpants.

Cream just kept her gaze fixed on the troublesome Rocky and Cobby, not even realizing that her underpants had just been downgraded to one half of a loincloth!