Vector can't resist. Nom! (Soft vore)

Vector’s throat was dry, his heart slamming against his ribs as his gaze flicked between the kitchen and the sweet, oblivious little bunny in front of him. Vanilla’s soft humming floated out with the clinking of silverware as she sliced into that roasted meat... whatever it was... filling the house with the unmistakable aroma of cooked prey. Vector’s mouth flooded with drool. He didn’t know what it was she had cooked, but God… it smelled like nothing else. Like something small, tender… familiar. Prey

And that smell was saturating his brain, fogging every rational thought he had left. His eyes slid down to Cream, still hugging his leg, still giggling, still so blissfully unaware. Her soft, tiny body… her little sun dress fluttering around her thighs… so sweet, so innocent. Flirty sure, but innocent..... small... smelled good.... bite sized.

One word seemed to echo in his mind, bouncing around between his crocodile ears on that reptile brain. One word clouding his vision, filling his nose, making his mouth water... The word echoed in his skull, bouncing, thudding, repeating. His lips parted as he stared at Cream, into her big brown eyes and he muttered it under his breath.... “Meat.” His pupils thinned to slits. The lizard brain... had won.

Vector’s foot slipped forward. Cream blinked in surprise as he nudged her gently but firmly out onto the front porch, his large hand closing the door behind them. She stumbled a step back, ears perking. “H-hey! Vector? What are you doing?” His sudden change in demeanor sent a chill down her spine. As the door clicked and latched behind him, putting it between her and her mother, she felt her heart leap into her throat. Vector's body language and intensity was causing the little bunny's prey instincts to start to flare up and she felt a panic start to take over.... a flight instinct. Before she could fully process what was happening, her brain was telling her '*run*'. But this was Vector? Her mother's boyfriend who had cared for her for years now. The confusion between these conflicting thoughts and her body telling her big rabbit feet to turn and sprint caused her to hesitate as she stared up at the large predator confused. A hesitation too long....

Vector's hands trembled, not with fear, but with pure adrenaline and desire. His heart thumped in his large barrel chest as he reached down swiftly. His claws dug into her hips as he grabbed her, lifting her into the air as if she weighed nothing. causing Cream to gasped as his grip tore her sun dress clean in half, the fabric fluttering to the ground in tattered rags.

“Ah! W-wait! Vector! Stop! Wha—what are you doing?!” But her cries feel on deaf ears. The lizard brain, the predator drive, could not be reasoned with or stopped. Vector was not here any more. Only a big hungry crocodile who just found it's next meal.

Vector’s tongue flicked out over his teeth as inhaled sharply taking in her scent, mixing with the smell of cooked fox still lingering in his nostrils. His eyes combed over her nude body, small perky breasts bouncing, soft pink nipples stiffening in the cool air, her plump little bunny pussy on display, slick and sweet from the heat of the afternoon. His tongue lashed out, licking between her legs at the little slit and mound there causing her to yelp in shock. He **** his wet appendage up her body, over her belly and across her chest and tits. She cried out, screamed in fear and disgust at the sudden unwelcome intrusion. But her voice could not carry through the door and over the sounds in the kitchen to meet Vanilla's ears.
Vector's jaws parted, the pink maw stretching wide, rows of sharp teeth gleaming, tongue glistening, breath hot and wet. Cream’s eyes widened in terror as she stared directly into the abyss of his throat, the ridges of his palate, the dark, wet tunnel leading to his grumbling belly.

“D-daddy Vector! Wait, please! No don-mmph!!” Her protests were silenced as his jaws clamped down over her head, muffling her cries in warm, wet flesh. His tongue coiled around her head, around her shoulders, tasting her fur, feeling every delicate shiver of her body as he savored the flavor of prey. Her long floppy ears fell down into his throat, making the slits of his eyes narrow even more.... Vector’s mind was gone. There was no guilt. No panic. No second thoughts. No doubt... Only the taste of Cream.

His tongue dragged over her nipples, savoring the soft bounce of her tiny tits, the light salt of her sweat, the tender give of her belly as he shoved her in deeper, inch by slow, trembling inch. He could feel her struggling, her small fists the edges of his mouth trying to pry herself free, her legs kicking frantically outside his jaws. it only drove his predatory instincts and prey drive to be even more intense.

His teeth sank gently into the plump swell of her ass, not breaking the skin, but just enough to squeeze, to feel the meat. His tongue slid between her soft thighs, pressing greedily against her slick pussy lips, lapping at the flavor of her arousal, sweet and frightened. His throat flexed.

Gulp.

He swallowed, pulling her deeper. Her arms were pinned now, her waist squeezed by the greedy pressure of his gullet as her legs kicked and twitched against his chin. His hands slid down, gripping her kicking feet, holding them together as he slurped her in. Her chest vanished, then her belly, his teeth squeezing at her plush ass, making her squeal as he gave it a little bite before sucking it in.

Cream’s muffled voice trembled in his throat. "Nnff! Mmmph! D-daddy...!" All in vain. The bunny's fate sealed. His belly rumbled, eager, starving, angry. He could feel his stomach walls flutter in anticipation, slick and greedy, ready to welcome her, ready to drown her in his acids, to burn her alive and melt her down.

Gulp.

Her legs disappeared past his lips, his tongue sweeping one final time between her thighs, tasting every drop of her. Her legs kicked, toes curled, feet pressing against his snout as he guided them in, one by one. Vector sealed his lips, his throat bulging with the last of her.

The bulge in Vector’s throat was obscene, Cream’s outline wriggling helplessly as he swallowed her down, inch by inch, feeding her to his eager, churning belly. Inside, the walls pulsed, wet and tight, the heat rising as acid pooled below, hungry for new meat. Like a wet, hot, water slide into a furnace as she sobbed and cried for mercy.

She plopped down into his stomach, looking back up to where she came in from and tried to scream. Vector's claws slid across his belly as the outline of Cream curled inside him, squirming, pressing, pushing weakly against his gut walls. His head lolled back as he moaned, his cock straining under the cum-soaked towel, throbbing hard again as the satisfying sensation of a crocodile swallowing it's prey whole washed through him. His eyes fluttered as he licked his lips.

Inside, Cream whimpered, her body squeezed by the slick, churning embrace of his gut. The walls pressed in tighter, kneading her, sloshing with digestive juices as the sound of his heart and breath thundered around her. "V-vector... p-please... Why are you doing this?! Mommy help!" she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the deep rumble of his stomach.

But Vector... didn’t care. He rubbed his belly in slow circles, feeling her wiggle, feeling her at the beginning stage of melting.

"Delicious..." he growled, licking his lips, his brain awash in pure, primal bliss. His belly gurgled back at him approvingly.

Possible next action

Vector stays outside and sits to digest his meal and not alert Vanilla as she cooks food. (graphic digestion)

Vector returns to Vanilla and lies about Cream, Vector being extremely horny again. (mild digestion)