Tails goes to the front door.

Tails took a deep breath, his heart fluttering with anticipation as he closed the gate behind himself. With his heart pounding in his ears, Tails made his way up the cobblestone path to the front door, deciding to leave Cheddar be. The rose clutched behind his back and the box of chocolates nestled in his other arm, he put on his best smile. Each step seemed to echo against the stone, mirroring the tumultuous mix of anticipation and dread swirling within him. His mind raced with thoughts of Cream, her sweet smile, her delicate touch, the warmth of her body pressed against his as they made love. His mind wandered, treacherously, from Cream to Cream’s mother, the MILF of all MILFs.

Vanilla was the embodiment of sexy... a thick, voluptuous rabbit with an hourglass body sculpted by the very gods. Her massive tits strained against her top, her wide hips swayed with a teasing rhythm and the jiggle of her plump ass, and that monstrous bulge between her legs was impossible to ignore. It was no secret that Vanilla was packing a foot long futa cock between those legs, barely hidden by whatever she was wearing... and she seemed to love teasing him, catching him staring, only to offer a knowing, flirtatious smile. Or at least he thought she did? Sometimes he wasn't sure if she was actually flirting with him, or if he was imagining it. It's hard not to let his fantasies run wild when she's around. Tails’ heart raced just imagining it. how tight her clothes must feel, clinging to her curves, barely containing that magnificent bulge. Did she do it on purpose? Was she aware of how much she drove him crazy? Did she know how he would go home aching, hard and needy, stroking himself to the thought of her massive tits bouncing as she teased him? He felt his face heat up, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. 'Stop it,' he scolded himself, 'I’m here for Cream... I love Cream...'

Taking a deep breath, he reached up and rapped on the door as he tried to clear his head of his naughty thoughts. But they wouldn’t stop. What would it feel like to touch Vanilla? To feel her soft fur under his fingertips, to kiss her plump lips, to wrap his small hands around that thick cock and have it throb in his grasp? He shuddered, a mix of arousal and guilt washing over him. He was dating Cream, her sweet, innocent daughter, but he couldn’t help craving the mother’s body.

A noise broke through his thoughts, heavy footsteps approaching the door. Tails’ heart jumped into his throat as each step grew louder. His mind raced, and found himself hoping, praying it would be Vanilla answering the door, her beautiful figure filling the doorway... her sultry voice greeting him with that teasing smile that made him weak in the knees. His heart raced as each thud grew louder, closer. He imagined Vanilla, wet and glistening from a shower, coming to greet him. Her sweet voice like music to his ears... Yet when the door opened, he was met with an entirely different figure. Standing in the doorway, towering over him, was Vector. The massive crocodile loomed over Tails, his green, scaly body dripping lightly with water. A white towel hung loosely around his waist, barely covering his muscular hips. Droplets trickled down his broad chest, glistening over his defined abs, his musky scent mixing with the clean, fresh aroma of soap. He must have just gotten out of the shower, or maybe the pool? Either way, the sight was intimidating, and Tails felt his mouth go dry. Tails' eyes involuntarily traveled down, noting the bulk of Vector's body, the powerful tail, and the thick muscles that flexed with even the smallest movement. He could see the unmistakable bulge in the towel from where the reptile's thick cock was hidden underneath. And then seeing a bit of soap still clinging to his toes, he realized that Vector must have gotten out of the shower to come to the door...

Tails swallowed hard, his gaze lifting to meet Vector's eyes. The crocodile’s large presence was frightening, almost triggering Tails' instincts as prey to run, yet there was an undeniable charisma about him, a rough, rugged appeal that Tails couldn't ignore. As much as he was intimidated, there was a strange attraction too, a dangerous allure to the strapping crocodile who Vanilla found much pleasure from. "Hey, Tails, little buddy!" Vector boomed, his raspy voice resonant, a friendly grin spreading across his face. He eyed the chocolates and roses. "Looks like you're a bit early. Cream isn’t here yet."

Tails nodded, trying to mask his disappointment and the sudden surge of jealousy. As he stood there, he couldn't help but imagine Vector and Vanilla together, the buxom bunny bouncing eagerly on Vector's thick, crocodile cock, her massive breasts swaying, her moans filling the air as she took him deeper, her own massive cock swinging heavily with each thrust and smacking the croc's gut. The mental image was painfully arousing, stirring a mix of envy and desire within him. Tails swallowed, his eyes nervously flicking up and down Vector’s towering form. The croc's body was a sight to behold. A muscular, powerful, a beast in every sense. Tails couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards the large reptile. This was the guy who was dating Vanilla, the one who got to hold her, touch her, fuck her. Tails’ eyes drifted lower, to the barely-secured towel hanging around Vector’s waist. What did Vanilla see in him? Was it his confidence, his strength, or maybe... was it what was underneath that towel?

His imagination began running wild again... The mental image was vivid, unrelenting. Vanilla’s sultry voice moaning Vector’s name, her body moving with wild abandon as she rode him, her massive cock throbbing between them, slapping against her stomach with each bounce. Tails’ heart raced, his face flushing with arousal and envy. That should be him making Vanilla moan like that, not Vector. Tails had lost track of what he was doing, his mind racing with forbidden images as he stood staring. Not even realizing it, just staring at Vector and the bulge of his towel.

Vector sure noticed and smirked as he looked the femboy fox over. His eyes went to the rose and chocolates he was holding and his grin grew wider, his sharp teeth gleaming. “Those for Cream, huh? Real romantic of you,” he teased, crossing his powerful arms over his chest, making his muscles bulge even more. “She should be home soon.”

This seemed to snap Tails out of his trance and he blushed, nodding nervously, forcing a smile. “Y-yeah... I-I just... wanted to surprise her...” Vector chuckled, his loud voice rumbling in his chest. He scratched the back of his head nervously, making the tufts of his fluffy chest poof out a bit, and his two tails swished up and down.

“Cute. Well, you gonna just keep standing out here looking like a lost puppy.” Vector asked with a toothy grin. This made Tails swallow hard as he realized standing before Vector like this had him struggling with his thoughts or thinking what to do next. His eyes darting to the bulge in Vector's towel, then past him inside, and then even back out across the street to the Tornado. It was like the combination of knowing Vanilla was inside, and standing before Vector just put a huge brain fog over the small fox. But he shook it off, or at least tried to and looked up at Vector to speak...

The options for what happens next...

Tails asks to come inside and wait.

Tails asks Vector about Vanilla.

Tails gives Vector a compliment about his body. (Not yet written)