Vanilla acts fast to hide Tails... in a near by spot!

Vanilla had to act fast. No time for really thinking it out, just had to act. She could not let her loving boyfriend walk in on her and catch her like this, with her daughter's boyfriend's nose up her ass and tongue in her pussy. So she didn't think it through, just acted on impulse and instinct. Quick, decisive, callus. She stood up fast, her curves bouncing, her thighs quivering, and without hesitation, she whipped open the oven, heat blasting out from the inside. This also pulled her ass away from Tails' head. The air hit her in the face, hot, dry, ready. Tails blinked in confusion, panting, his face slick with her juices, his tongue still lolling, his twin cocks rock hard and twitching in front of him like needy little antennae.

“Vanil?-mmph!” he started to say. But he was cut off as she thrust her ass out again, clamping her plump cheeks around his face and squeezing him like a baseball in a glove. She spun around with a snap, her thick hips moving with frightening grace as she held Tails face by her ass and swung him around between her and the open oven. Then in one brutal swing of her juicy, jiggling ass, she hip checked him... hard. “Ahh!!” The little femboy fox let out a shocked yelp as her fat ass slammed into him with meaty ****, the fluffy bounce of it pinballing him sideways. His footing gone, his tails twisting in panic, he tumbled right into the open oven, engulfing him into the hellish heat. His back hit the hot metal with a dull thunk, the searing surface singing his fur instantly.

“V-Vanill-!" Slam! The oven door crashed shut, cutting off his voice mid-scream, and latched.... Inside the tight, scorching space, Tails writhed, his body already sweating and roasting, his twin cocks slapping against the hot metal as he squirmed. The heat was unbearable and merciless. His eyes watered, his breath came in panicked bursts, the scent of Vanilla still soaked into his fur as he slowly began to be cooked alive.

Outside, Vanilla stood perfectly still, her large ass pressed against the oven door, leaning casually like she was taking a break from stirring soup... not hiding the fact that she’d just stuffed a horny little fox in the damn oven. Her face was flushed, her breathing still shaky from the attention Tails had just done to her. Her pussy still tingled from his tongue, her asshole gaping from his snout, her cock still stiff, barely calming down as it stood straight out under her apron making it tent.

And just in the nick of time... Vector entered the kitchen, his heavy reptilian feet clopping across the hardwood floor. “Hey, babe,” the croc rumbled, his raspy voice soft and unassuming as he approached her. He was gently rubbing the towel over his damp scales still.

Vanilla flashed him a sweet, half **** smile, like she hadn’t just had another man's snout up her ass, or was now cooking Cream’s boyfriend alive. “Hey, hon~ Food’s just about ready.” She gave her hips a casual sway, her plump cheeks smothering the oven window tightly to prevent Vector from seeing inside. Every now and then, she could feel a light tap on the inside of the oven door against her ass... like a **** little paw or nose bump. She couldn't show any sign something was amiss... Letting her big bunny ass smother the warm window, letting it be the last thing Tails ever saw. Her cheeks flat against the glass.

As Vector stepped up to his sexy MILF bunny woman, the scent of cooking food mixed with a faint, musky smell of arousal filled the air. His towel hung low around his hips, the broad expanse of his chest still damp from his recent shower. He grinned as he approached Vanilla, but his sharp eyes quickly caught something... an unmistakable bulge under her apron. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he rumbled, his cocky voice tinged with curiosity. He leaned against the her, cocking his head as his gaze dropped to her midsection. "Thinking about me, babe?" He asked as his hand went to the bulge of her apron, squeezing the cock under it.

Vanilla stiffened, her body pressed tightly to the oven door, her thick thighs quivering slightly as her breath caught. “O-Oh, Vector, I…” She struggled to keep her tone calm, but her body betrayed her.

His grin widened, sharp teeth glinting as he pressed against her harder. “Heh, no need to explain. I’ll take that as a yes. Couldn't stop thinking about you when I was in the shower as well, babe~.” Before she could respond, he cupped her face with one large, clawed hand, while his other arm slipped from her crotch and snaked around her waist. His lips met hers, firm and possessive, and she couldn’t help but melt into the kiss. Her body pressed harder against the oven, her back squishing against the heated surface as Vector’s mouth claimed hers. Thankfully it wasn't hot enough to burn her yet. His tongue teased her, sliding between her lips, coaxing out soft, helpless whimpers. Her apron shifted as his hand moved lower, hiking up the fabric to reveal her thick, bare thighs with all the wetness between them and her throbbing hard giant bunny futa cock. “What's got you so hot and bothered just being in here cooking, hmm? Thinking about making me happy~?” Vector murmured against her lips, his voice rough with desire. He ran his fingers over her furred hips, his claws grazing the soft curve of her rear before lifting the apron fully as he dropped his own towel to the floor as his naked damp body pressed against her fur.

Vanilla’s eyes fluttered shut, her breath hitching as she felt him press against her. The thick, heavy length of his cock slid against her belly and cock. His fingers wrapped around her shaft and lifted it with her balls as he pushed his cock under it, the tip sliding against the wet folds of her soaked pussy making her gasp. Wet both from her arousal and the saliva from Tails' small tongue that got her so excited. “V-Vector, we shouldn’t...” she started, her voice trembling with a mix of trepidation and guilt. "Not in he-mmmph here."

“Shh,” he whispered, nipping at one of her long floppy ears as he lined himself up. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll make it quick.” He thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside her with one swift, powerful motion. Vanilla gasped, her body jerking against the oven as she clutched at the edges for support. The heat from the stove burned against her back slightly, but the needy heat burning inside her was even greater. Vector set a punishing rhythm, each thrust pressing her harder against the oven door. She moaned loudly, her voice rising with each slap of his hips against her thighs as her cock rubbed against his gut. The kitchen filled with the sounds of their fucking wet, loud, and shameless.

Inside the oven, Tails’ world was one of agony. The heat seared his fur, the air burned his lungs, and his vision blurred as the temperature climbed higher. Every second felt like an eternity, and he began to sweat. But it was so hot the sweat was evaporating almost as soon as it formed. He could hear everything through the glass as he stared at Vanilla's fat ass pressed against the window. Every moan, every thrust, every gasp and groan from the two outside. Vanilla's body shoved back by Vector’s relentless pounding. The vibrations from their movements rattled the metal walls of his prison, each slam of Vector’s hips echoing through the confined space. As his body began to succumb to the heat, his mind clung to the sounds of their lust... Vanilla’s cries of pleasure, Vector’s low grunts of satisfaction. His skin felt like it was on fire and his world was starting to go black as he was slowly fading.

It seemed all hope was lost.

Possible next actions.

Vector and Vanilla keep fucking as Tails is cooked alive. (coming soon)

Vector realizes Tails is in the oven. (Not yet written)