Yes.

When Cream and Tails didn't turn up for dinner, Vanilla was a little worried but brushed it off. At first, Vanilla wasn’t too concerned. It wasn’t unusual for Cream to spend extra time out with Tails, the two of them always getting lost in their adventures together. Maybe they had just gotten caught up in something, gone off on an impromptu date, or even… eloped? The thought made her chuckle at first. They were young, but love could make people do crazy things.

But as the hours stretched into the night and no word came from her daughter, that chuckle faded into worry. She had checked Cream’s room—empty. No note. No sign that she had packed anything. And Tails? Well, his plane, The Tornado, was still parked across the street in the open field where he always landed when he visited.

Her stomach twisted with unease. If they ran off together… why wouldn’t he take his plane? Vanilla stood by the window, staring at the aircraft, her heart pounding harder with each passing second. She had seen it there this morning, still and silent, untouched. That meant Tails had arrived. He had stepped onto this property. So where was he now? Where was Cream?

By mid-morning, her concern turned to panic. She called friends, neighbors, anyone who might have seen them, but no one had. They had simply… vanished. Something was wrong. With trembling fingers, Vanilla reached for the phone and dialed the authorities. “I’d like to report a missing person… Two, actually.” Her voice was tight, her normally calm demeanor cracking under the weight of fear.

As she relayed their names, her sweet little Cream and the ever-reliable Tails, her hands gripped the phone tighter. Her instincts screamed at her that something wasn’t right. That something terrible had happened.

And she was going to find out what.

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Weeks turned into a blur for Vanilla as the search for Cream and Tails stretched on with no leads or breakthroughs. Her heart ached with the raw, unyielding pain of uncertainty, her daughter and Tails had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only questions and a mother’s deep, unspoken fears. No leads emerged, no whispers of their whereabouts, Cream and Tails had disappeared as if swallowed by Mobius herself. Vanilla threw herself into the search, hardly taking a moment to breathe, driven by a relentless hope that refused to dim. The relentless search gnawed at her, each dead-end chipping away at her once unwavering strength. She clung to Vector, her anchor in this storm, grateful beyond words for his apparent dedication. Unbeknownst to her, Vector manipulated the investigation with a deft hand, steering any potential suspicion away from himself and weaving a complex web of distractions and misdirection.

Yet, despite her determination, she felt herself growing numb, the endless days melding into one long, indistinguishable stream of sorrow. Vector, ever the supportive partner, seemed to be her only solace. Their relationship, fueled by shared grief and the hunt for answers, grew deeper. With his background as a private investigator and his connections with the Chaotix, he appeared to be doing everything in his power to find Cream and Tails. His dedication only deepened Vanilla's love for him, blind to the manipulation that twisted beneath his actions—how he deftly steered the investigation away from any paths that might lead back to him, scattering clues to lead the authorities on wild goose chases. Vector used his position and cunning to tighten his emotional and physical hold on her, exploiting her vulnerability. Vanilla, numbed by despair and exhausted by the fruitless search, found herself seeking solace in the arms of her lover, oblivious to the dark truth of his betrayal.

As the weeks passed, Vanilla found herself needing an escape from the relentless grip of her grief. Vector, cunning and ever watchful, used his position to draw even closer to her, offering comfort where he could, turning their shared distress into a bond that seemed to strengthen with each passing day.

Tonight, like many nights before, they found their escape in each other's arms, in the privacy of their bedroom, where the world's demands could be momentarily forgotten. Their moans filled the room, a testament to their **** need to feel something other than pain. The bed thumped rhythmically with the **** of their movements, the sound of fur against scales echoing off the walls.

Vector roared, biting down on the pillow as he tried to muffle the sounds of his pleasure. Vanilla, gripped by a mix of passion and pent-up frustration, held tightly onto his sides. Her huge, foot-long futa cock thrust repeatedly into Vector's eager reptile ass, each movement driven by a need to lose herself completely. Vector's thick tail, heavy and prehensile, lay across her belly and between her breasts as her warmth enveloped it.

Her wide MILF hips smacking against his thighs and ass as she pound away at him, thick bunny shaft stretching his insides. "Aah! Ahh! aah!" Vanilla's cries punctuated the air, her voice climbing as she neared her peak. With a final, forceful thrust, she arched her back dramatically, her entire body tensed as she reached her climax. She came hard, her cum filling Vector's ass, a hot, thick release that marked the culmination of her physical and emotional release. Her frustration temporarily leaving her into her lovers ass in the form of thick viscous creamy cum.

Vector responded with a primal roar of his own, climaxing powerfully, his seed spilling messily onto the bed below them. The intensity of their shared release seemed to momentarily wash away the pain, replacing it with raw, physical satisfaction.

Panting heavily, Vanilla collapsed atop Vector, her body heavy with exhaustion and her large breasts spilling around his back. She nuzzled into his neck, her breaths hot and quick against his scales. She was painfully unaware that she was embracing the very monster who had devoured her daughter. Fucking the man who murdered her child.

As the afterglow of their intense lovemaking began to fade, Vanilla gently withdrew her thick cock from Vector's ass with a soft pop, her seed trailing from him in a sloppy, wet line. They both moaned softly at the separation, a sound that spoke of satisfaction and lingering desire. Rolling over onto her back beside Vector, Vanilla let out a relaxed sigh, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath with her plush tits jiggling. It had been a long while since she had felt this kind of release, this temporary escape from her sorrows. A genuine smile curved her lips as she turned to look at Vector, her eyes sparkling with a rare lightness. Vector scooted closer, his large form enveloping her smaller one as they shared a deep, passionate kiss. "I love you," they murmured almost simultaneously, their voices a tender echo in the quiet room. For a moment, the weight of her missing daughter lifted from Vanilla's shoulders, replaced by the warmth of Vector's love.

As they gazed into each other's eyes, Vector lowered his head to her chest, his tongue tracing delicate patterns over her skin and fur before latching onto one of her nipples. Vanilla groaned softly, a wave of pleasure washing over her as milk began to flow from her breast into his mouth, her hand going to the back of his head. His large, scaly hand wandered down her body, exploring the familiar curves with a gentle touch. He slipped his hand under her hefty balls, his fingers teasing her soaking wet pussy lips, eliciting moans and sighs from Vanilla as she arched her back, responding instinctively to his touch. He slipped a finger inside her, making her toes curl.

Despite the rising heat between them, Vanilla felt a need for a pause, a moment to breathe and savor the peace they had found together. "I'm going to go get cleaned up... can you change the sheets, babe?" she asked softly, slipping off the bed. Her body moved with an enticing fluidity, her ass bouncing slightly as she landed on the floor, giving Vector a perfect view of her heft.

"Sure babe~," Vector responded, his voice a warm rumble in the room, licking his lips with desire for her thick bunny booty. He watched her walk away, appreciation glowing in his eyes as he took in the sway of her hips and the playful jiggle of her ass.

Vanilla walked down the hall to the bathroom, her gait uninhibited and free. The freedom of being naked, her cock swinging gently and her balls jiggling with each step, was a small pleasure she cherished in these quiet moments alone. Her large breasts bounced rhythmically, a mesmerizing sight that spoke of deep femininity and raw sexuality of her perfect baby making body.

Entering the bathroom, she turned on the shower, letting the water heat while she settled onto the closed toilet lid. The steam slowly filled the room, wrapping her in a warm, moist embrace that felt comforting, almost womb-like. Vanilla sat there, her hand idly stroking her thick cock, lost in thought. The sound of the running water was a soothing backdrop to her reverie, a sensory blanket that allowed her mind to wander.

She thought about everything and nothing, her thoughts drifting from Vector's touch to the lingering ache for Cream, from the physical pleasure she had just experienced to the emotional pain that never quite left her. The warm water sounded like a call, but she wasn't ready to step in just yet. Instead, she remained seated, letting time stretch, allowing herself this moment of introspection and physical grounding. Her fingers moved rhythmically over her cock, not quite with the intention to arouse, but just out of habit, feeling the slick release from moments ago still coating her shaft.

In this quiet, steam-filled bathroom, Vanilla found a rare moment of peace, a respite from the chaos of her life, enveloped in the warmth of the water and the complexity of her emotions.