Tails sits on the couch.

Tails moved toward the couch, his grip on the roses and chocolates tightening just slightly as he lowered himself onto the plush cushions, his body sank slightly, enveloped by the comforting embrace of the furniture. His heart was still hammering from the brief but undeniable contact with Vector’s crotch. That thick, meaty bulge beneath the towel... it wasn’t just an accident, was it? That slight shift as Tails had passed him, the way Vector had allowed it to happen, maybe even wanted it… And now, as he settled onto the couch, he glanced back, catching the tail end of Vector's gaze. His eyes followed as the large crocodile moved towards the stairs, presumably heading back to the bathroom to finish cleaning up. he caught the way Vector’s golden eyes lingered on him. Tails couldn't shake the look Vector had given him, a complex mix of emotions that Tails struggled to decipher. The more the femboy fox thought about it... the more and more it felt like that had to have been deliberate... And it left Tails unnerved yet strangely exhilarated. Lustful? Merely amused? Or was it predatory?

That last thought sent an unexpected chill down Tails’ spine, causing his bushy tails to flicker up and down. He had seen the way Vector tore through food, how his sharp teeth crunched through meat and bones without a second thought. It was an absurd thought... right? But that lingering stare, the knowing smirk, the slow way Vector’s eyes raked over him like he was assessing something… something more than just a house guest. Lookin at him like Tails is a piece of meat. Foxes were often predators in the wild, but even they are prey to crocodilians.

As Vector disappeared upstairs, Tails’ mind raced with unsettling thoughts. Tails swallowed, watching the crocodile ascend, guessing he was heading back to the bathroom to finish cleaning up. His thick, muscular tail dragged behind him, still damp from whatever bath or shower he had just taken. It seemed the more often Tails came around, the more Vector would give him those looks.

He let out a breath and leaned back into the couch, trying to shake the tension in his chest. You’re just being paranoid, he told himself. 'Vector’s just a big guy, a little intimidating, but he’s never actually done anything to hurt me. Maybe he was just messing with me.' Settling deeper into the couch, Tails tried to redirect his thoughts to Cream, his sweet, innocent girlfriend. He remembered the last time they were together, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and love. The memory of her soft moans, the feel of her fur against his, they were together, tangled up in each other, her warm body pressing against his. Her innocent little gasps, the way she moaned his name so sweetly. She had been so eager, so welcoming, her soft fur against his own, the way she tightened around him when he moved inside her. His body heated at the memory, his tail twitching behind him as he closed his eyes, reliving it. The scent of her, the feel of her, the absolute bliss of being buried deep in her warm, wet folds with both of his cocks. it should have been comforting, grounding. Yet, his mind betrayed him, drifting irresistibly towards...

Like a shadow creeping in, his thoughts shifted. His ears twitched at the soft humming drifting from the kitchen... Vanilla.

The sound of her voice, so sweet, so feminine... was like honey drizzling over his senses, warm and golden. Like a siren call, drawing him in. He could picture her so vividly. She was just a room away, standing at the stove, cooking something delicious, completely unaware of the dirty thoughts racing through his mind, her body wrapped in a tight apron that did little to conceal her voluptuous figure. Or maybe she knew exactly what she was doing. His imagination ran wild with her, Vanilla moved with graceful, seductive ease, her ample breasts pressing against the fabric of her apron, her massive cock outlined provocatively against the tight material, struggling to contain such a beast.

His fantasy deepened, and he envisioned walking into the kitchen, finding her alone. Vanilla would glance back, a knowing smile playing on her lips, as if she’d been expecting him. She would lean against the counter, the pose accentuating every seductive curve of her body, her eyes locked on his with an invitation clear and undeniable. The air would be thick with the scent of her arousal mixed with the spices of cooking, an intoxicating blend that made Tails’ head swim. He imagined sneaking up behind her, pressing against her warm plump ass, feeling her body mold against him as she turned her head slightly, smirking. “Oh my, Tails. Did you come to help me in the kitchen?” she would purr, her voice dripping with that smooth, teasing affection she always carried. And what if she reached back, letting those delicate fingers run along his thigh, testing, playing... tugging him deeper into her soft folds.

Tails’ face burned as he snapped his eyes open, swallowing hard.... 'Shit.'

What the hell was wrong with him? He loved Cream. He loved her. But Vanilla… she was unlike anything else. He couldn’t deny the raw attraction, the overwhelming hunger he felt for her. And the worst part? She knew... right?. She _had _to know. The way she teased him, the suggestive little glances, the way she let her bulge show sometimes, like she wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was packing something bigger than most men could dream of... Tails could swear she was flirting with him sometimes... Or was he just so blinded by lust and desire that anything she did he could just assume was so by pre-disposition? Was he primed to see things where they weren't?

And then Vector got to have her... That thick crocodile was the one getting to fuck her senseless, the one making her moan out in the middle of the night, her voice carrying through the house. Tails had heard them before, heard her cries, heard the deep grunts of the croc as he claimed her, the bed creaking under their weight. He had spent nights gripping his own cock in frustration, hating how much it turned him on to think about her getting railed, her thick body bouncing, her own cock throbbing as she rode Vector to exhaustion. He didn't know how Cream slept through it. She must have been used to it or just a very heavy sleeper.

Tails clenched his jaw, gripping his knees as he tried to steady himself. He was spiraling. He needed to focus. Cream would be here soon. He needed to think about her, not the way her mother’s voice made his cock ache. Taking a deep breath, he tried to push the thoughts away, settling back into the couch once more. But the problem was, once Vanilla got into your head… it was impossible to get her out. Not to mention the confusion he felt after his brush with Vector at the door.

Tails was finding it increasingly difficult to stay put on the couch...

Tails possible next actions?

Tails stays on the couch and toughs it out, hoping to wait for Cream. (not yet written)

Tails can't help it and gets up to sneak to the kitchen and take a look at Vanilla.

Tails decides he needs answers from Vector and heads upstairs to confront him. (not yet written)