Tails asks about Vanilla.

Tails' heart thudded with a mix of excitement and nervousness as the scent of freshly cooked food wafted from inside the house. He could barely contain himself, knowing Vanilla was so close, possibly just behind that door, and without Cream there to monopolize his attention. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous light as he gazed up at Vector.

"Oh well, that's okay... So, is Vanilla here?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hopeful note that did not go unnoticed by the larger reptile.

Vector's friendly demeanor faltered for a moment as he caught the excitement in Tails' voice. His eyes narrowed slightly, a shadow of suspicion passing over his features as he noticed how tightly Tails clutched the roses and chocolates. The muscles along his jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring slightly as the scent of jealousy began to mingle with the smells of cooking.

"Why do you wanna know about Vanilla, huh?" Vector's voice was low, a dangerous edge creeping into his tone. "You seem a little too eager, little buddy."

Tails gulped, feeling the atmosphere shift palpably. The friendly, welcoming vibe had evaporated, replaced by a growing tension. He stammered, trying to find the right words, "I-I just thought... maybe she'd like some chocolates too... you know, as a thank you for... for letting me visit."

Vector's eyes seemed to bore into him, the suspicion hardening. "A thank you, huh? Seems like you got a bit more than thanks on your mind. Don't think I haven't noticed how you look at her. You think I'm blind?" His voice grew louder, the accusation stark and undisguised.

Tails' ears drooped, his mind racing for an explanation that would defuse the situation. "No, Vector, it's not like that, I swear. I... I admire her, sure. She's like a mom to—"

"Cut the crap, Tails. I see how you drool over her. You think I don't see the way you can't keep your eyes off her ass? Off her bulge?" Vector stepped closer, his imposing figure looming over the smaller fox. "You got the hots for my girl, don't you?"

The accusation hung heavy in the air, and Tails felt his defenses crumbling under Vector's intense gaze. His voice barely a whisper, he admitted, "Yes... I... I think she's attractive. But I would nev—"

"That's all I needed to hear." Vector's voice was a growl now, his eyes flashing with anger and betrayal.

In a swift motion, Vector reached out and grabbed Tails by the scruff of his neck, lifting him off the ground. Tails kicked and squirmed, his eyes wide with fear as he found himself staring into the gaping maw of the crocodile. Vector's breath was hot and smelled of mint, a stark contrast to the cold, deadly promise in his eyes. The towel around his waist fell away, revealing his naked, muscular body glistening with water droplets. His massive reptile cock hung heavily between his legs, a testament to his raw, predatory nature.

"Please, Vector! I didn't mean anything by it! I love Cream—I wouldn't do anything to hurt her!" Tails pleaded, his voice cracking as tears began to form in his eyes.

Vector snorted, his grip tightening. "You should've thought about that before you started lusting after my Vanilla. I can't have you creeping around, tempting her, disturbing our peace." His jaw opened wider, the threat imminent and terrifyingly clear.

Tails' breath hitched in his throat as he stared into the abyss of Vector's throat, the last thing he might ever see. His heart raced, terror and regret mingling as the reality of his situation hit him. He was about to become a meal, swallowed whole by his girlfriend's mother's lover, all because his desires had led him astray. Vector's hot and humid breath washed over his face.