Resist! Resist Tails, you must Resist!

Tails stood frozen, his small, trembling paws gripping the table’s edge like a lifeline. Tails sucked in a sharp, **** breath, his entire body trembling with restraint. His twin cocks throbbed angrily, aching to be buried in the thick, inviting MILF bunny before him. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to grab her, to bury his face between those plush cheeks, to drown in her scent and give in to the sinful hunger that had been plaguing him for months.

But he couldn’t.... Not now. Not yet. Everything inside him screamed to give in, to take, to indulge, but somehow, he managed to fight it down. His fingers curled into tight fists as he **** himself to take a step to the side, his feet feeling like lead as he carefully maneuvered himself behind one of the wooden dining chairs. His twin, leaking cocks jutted out beneath him, twitching and throbbing, painfully obvious. If he didn’t hide them, Vanilla would see everything.

_'Focus, Tails…' _Another deep breath. He willed his throbbing lust into submission just enough to steady his voice as he called out, “H-Hey, Vanilla! I—uh, I just got here. Cream isn’t home yet, so I thought I’d wait.”

Vanilla’s soft humming cut off immediately, followed by a small, surprised gasp. “Oh! Tails, dear!” she chirped, turning around with a warm, motherly smile. “I didn’t even hear you come in, sweetheart!” Her warm, honeyed gaze landing on him with genuine delight, her soft smile sending a fresh wave of heat through his already overheated body.

Tails nearly broke then and there. _'Chaos…' _She was worse from the front. Vanilla’s massive, heavy tits practically spilled out of her apron, the soft white fabric straining against their sheer weight. The knot behind her neck struggled to hold the strings together, and every slight movement sent delicious jiggles through her enormous breasts. Her fur was slightly damp, as if the heat of the kitchen had warmed her body, leaving her looking even more soft, radiant, and tempting. And then there was the bulge beneath the apron. Even at rest, it pushed against the fabric, a long, thick outline trailing downward, swaying with every subtle motion she made.

Tails swallowed hard, his fluffy tails bristling behind him. He had to **** himself to maintain eye contact, not to let his eyes dip down to her perfect shaped body, her heavy chest pressing against the apron, the way the fabric clung to her curves like sin itself. “I-I, um… Cream invited me over, but she’s not home yet,” he stammered, his grip tightening on the chair.

Vanilla’s smile remained, but there was something behind her eyes... something knowing. “Oh, is that so?” she mused, stepping closer, her ample breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. Her voice sickeningly sweet. Tails swallowed hard. “You’re more than welcome to wait in here, of course,” Vanilla purred, turning back to the stove as she gave the pot another stir. “I was just finishing up dinner. I hope you’re hungry.” The word hungry sent an entirely different thought through Tails’ mind, but he nodded quickly, trying not to look like the panting, **** mess he was.

Turning to him again, she tilted her head slightly, her long ears twitching as she took in his rigid posture, the way he seemed tense and… nervous. “Are you alright, dear?” Vanilla asked gently, stepping a little closer, wiping her hands off on her apron. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

'Or a goddess', Tails’ brain corrected, trying desperately not to let his eyes drift downward. His cocks throbbed in betrayal, still hard and leaking, pressed against the back of the chair in front of him, hidden just out of sight... but they hurt. He had resisted for now.

But Vanilla wasn’t making it any easier....

Further paths not yet written or fully thought out. I will work on it later but want to focus on other paths first