Tells the Truth, Vanilla doesn't know.

(Warning, hard vore in this chapter)

Cream's heart pounded in her ears, a staccato drumbeat that matched the rising panic in her chest. Her wide, bright eyes stared up at Vector, filled with a mix of fear and confusion. "No.. she doesn't... wh-why?" she stammered, her voice trembling as innocence painted her words, not grasping the direness of her situation.

Vector's sigh was deep and laden with regret—or was it resignation? "Then... I'm sorry, little Cream." His voice was a low rumble, the sorrow seemingly genuine, but his actions belied his words. In a swift, predatory motion, he reached out, his large hand clamping over her mouth, muffling her gasp of surprise. His other arm encircled her petite body, lifting her off the ground as if she weighed nothing. As he moved, the towel wrapped around his waist fell away, revealing his naked, scaled form. His cock was hard, throbbing visibly with a mix of arousal and primal instinct. Cream's eyes widened in terror, she kicked and squirmed, her small body writhing in his grasp as panic set in her body instinctively squirming in his grasp as he stepped back into the shower pulling her along. He slid the door shut with a definitive click, the sound echoing ominously in the tiled room.

He turned the water back on, it cascaded down from the showerhead, instantly soaking them both. Cream’s fur clung to her skin, the water streams mingling with the tears that poured from her eyes, each one washed away just as quickly as it formed. Vector's claws were careful yet merciless as they shredded her clothes, the fabric falling away in tatters around her trembling form.

Holding her tightly against him, Vector lowered his snout to her exposed, shivering body. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her fear and her delicate body. His tongue flicked out, tasting her, exploring the soft folds of her tight little pussy. Cream tried to scream through his hand, her muffled pleas vibrating against his rough skin as his tongue slipped inside her, probing deeper. The growl that rumbled through Vector’s chest was animalistic, filled with a hunger, primal. He adjusted his grip, bringing her small body closer to his gaping maw. Cream kicked, her small feet flailing desperately as she tried to push away from the dark abyss that awaited her. But Vector was unyielding, his hold ironclad.

Wrapping his lips around her and closing his mouth, he paused for a moment, his tongue caressing over her tender body and savoring her. A brief, haunting pause as he contemplated the reality of his next action. Second thoughts as he considered the alternatives. Then, with a decisive movement, he positioned her head between his powerful back teeth. Cream’s eyes were wide, managing to let out one last beg with her mouth cleared of his hand.

"Vector, please, d-" CRUNCH.

The sound was sickening—a wet, sharp snap and pop that echoed off the shower walls as her head and skull was crushed like a mere grape. Cream's body jerked violently, a final spasm of life before going utterly limp. Her arms and legs dangled lifelessly from his mouth, her spirit snuffed out in an instant. Mercifully quick, as he didn't want her to feel a thing.

Her brains oozed down his throat, igniting more primal desire in the crock. Vector's jaws worked quickly, efficiently. Opening and shutting quickly with rapid chops as he tilted his head back. Each snap of his teeth was precise, brutal, tearing through flesh and bone with chilling ease. Her body was consumed with a ruthless, mechanical rhythm, the sounds of crunching bones and tearing flesh filling the shower as he pulled her deeper into his throat.

Finally, with a powerful swallow, he ingested her completely, her small form disappearing into the depths of his gullet. Vector licked his lips, a satisfied burp escaping him as he let the hot shower water wash away the blood, the evidence of the monstrous act swirling down the drain. The shower continued to run, the sound of water a constant, soothing hum as Vector stood there, the reality of what he had just done fully sinking in now. For a moment... he felt sorrow. Ridding the woman he loves of her only daughter.

Vector stood under the hot shower, hot water casting down on him and the weight of his actions pressing heavily on his broad shoulders. His gut twisted with a complex mix of regret and resolve. "No going back now. What's done is done", he thought grimly, taking a deep, steadying breath. His belly began to gurgle and churn from his hearty meals.

After ensuring that every trace of blood and evidence was washed away, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed Cream’s tattered dress, the last evidence of her being home, and stuffed it into the trash along with the already blood-soaked towel, followed by the box of chocolates and the rose. Realization dawned that he couldn’t leave the evidence in the house bin; it was too risky. Vanilla could discover it when she comes in here.

He Dried off and wrapped in a towel around himself again, then packed up the trash bag, careful to secure it so nothing could spill. He crept downstairs, his movements silent and calculated. Slipping outside, he dropped the bag into the outside trash bin, discarding the evidence of Cream and Tails' ****. He mused for a moment. As a detective, he'd usually be the one trying to find clues like this, yet here he was hiding evidence of a crime.

As he re-entered the house and quietly closed the front door, the house eerily still except for the humming and smell coming from the kitchen. Vanilla, ever the radiant and oblivious buxom bunny, was still busily tending to the food, her back to him as she hummed a cheerful tune.

She looked up as he approached, her smile bright and untouched by the shadows that clung to Vector. "Hey hon~. Any sign of Cream and Tails yet?" The question tightened his throat, a brief pang of guilt lodging there. He shook his head, forcing a casual tone. "Nope, nothing yet. Hope they didn't get lost." His voice was smooth, at least as much as he could make it.

Vanilla shrugged, turning back to her baking, her plump ass and wide hips swaying enticingly. The sight momentarily distracted Vector. The sight of her voluptuous body, the sway of her wide hips, offered a temporary reprieve from his guilty thoughts. He approached her from behind, his large hands reaching out to grasp her ass. The feel of her, so familiar and yet so much more desirable in this moment of his need of a distraction. "Hmm... well, the longer they take to get here, the more time we have~," he murmured into her ear, his voice a low, seductive growl. The towel fell off him, and he pressed his thick green cock against her ass.

Vanilla gasped softly, her body instinctively pressing back against him. "Mmph, Vector~. What if they walk in on us~?" Her protest was half-hearted, a playful token resistance that they both knew meant nothing.

His hands slid around her apron, slipping under to find her panties. He groped her large balls and stroked her futa shaft with skilled thumbs, eliciting a moan from Vanilla as her body responded to his touch. "Oh, it's nothing they haven't seen before, babe~," he whispered, his tone hungry as he nipped at her neck.

She turned her head to meet his lips, and they locked in a hungry, **** kiss, a melding of mouths that was both an escape and a reaffirmation of their tangled, twisted lives. As they kissed, Vector's conscience momentarily quieted, drowned out by the rush of arousal and the primal satisfaction of having Vanilla so close, so oblivious, so his.

As time passed, Vanilla became worried that Cream and Tails never showed up. Filing a missing case report, she even had Vector investigate as the detective he was. In his position, he could steer authorities' off his own scent covering up the crime. Vanilla hired her own daughter's **** to find out how she went missing, the delicious irony. Almost as delicious as Cream and Tails were.

(dark ending)