Tails' Taste of Vanilla

[cover art by picturd: https://hentaijuggs.com/2078066/tailsvanilla-the-rabbit ]

(Please note, as according to the rules of CHYOA, all characters are 18 years old or older.)

(I am writing this in my spare time when I feel in the mood or horny, but plan to make this a long running project. as well as others. But I am actively working on it. with many branching paths and choices and fates of the characters. )

(this story and it's paths will include ****, cuckolding, futa, MILF, straight sex, gay sex, lesbian sex, Oral Vore soft, Oral vore hard, cock vore, pussy vore [unbirthing], anal vore [clean only], voyeurism, and more. NO SCAT, NO WATERSPORTS, NO FARTING)

Hi, I'm Desiree Oak, the big fat hungry cow donkey futa of your wildest dreams. This story isn't about me though! I love Vector and Vanilla together and love how that whole family is with the possibilities of Cream and Tails. I love futa Vanilla x Tails. I love **** between Vanilla and Cream, futa or not. and I love vore. Vector is such a great character for vore, especially in the contexts of these characters getting into all sorts of sexy shenanigans. So I'm writing a choose your own adventure sexy story about that family! The idea is that Cream and Tails have been dating for a while now... but Tails has a huge crush on Cream's mother, Vanilla. Vanilla being the ultimate MILF bunny with a huge 12 inch futa cock. Yet Vanilla is dating Vector, the hungry crocodile who gets jealous over his girl very easily~.

So in this story, it will mostly focus on Tails as he navigates his relationship with Cream, his lustful feelings for Vanilla, and trying to stay out of the hungry vengeful jaws of Vector! One wrong move, and snap! Foxy femboy is gator food. Or one right move and he gets to experience all the sweeeeeeet sexy delights of Vanilla and her daughter.

As I keep working on this story, many different paths and stories can come out of this group of characters and I'll try to add to it at least every other day.

Depending on what you choose, Tails can end up loyal to Cream, fucking just her. Cheating on her with Vanilla, or even only having Vanilla. maybe he gets both Cream and Vanilla! or maybe you choose a path that leads to Tails and Vector becoming gay lovers? or most likely you might end up feeding Tails to Vector's sharp teeth.... or if you're really really lucky, maybe Tails gets to enjoy Vanilla, Cream and Vector all together with him? who knows. I don't even fully know yet, I'm still writing it!

(also yes, Cheese will be in this story but I don't really like using that character. so most of the time he will be off on the side somewhere or get eaten.)

So I hope you enjoy my stories and my wild fantasies and fetishes.

I'm Desiree Oak... and I'm hungry.

(All characters are 18 years old or older in accordance to CHYOA rules)

Clouds whooshed by in the blue skies, the sound of the plane's engine buzzing as a small fox boy took in a deep breath.

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the lush fields of Mobius as Tails expertly maneuvered his beloved Tornado plane through the clear skies. The cool wind whipped through his fur as he focused on the landing ahead, a small open field right across from Vanilla's picturesque house. Today, his heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and anxiety—not just for seeing Cream, his sweet girlfriend, but for the possibility of encountering her alluring mother, Vanilla.

As the plane's wheels touched down gracefully, Tails couldn't help but let his thoughts drift. He imagined Cream's bright smile greeting him, her soft hands clasping his. Yet, his mind irresistibly wandered to Vanilla—her voluptuous figure, the way her clothes strained to contain her ample curves, and the provocative bulge that hinted at forbidden pleasures. He shook his head, trying to dispel the images, but the allure was too potent, the forbidden fruit too tempting.

With a deep breath, he secured the plane and grabbed the gifts he had brought—a bouquet of fresh roses and a box of luxurious chocolates. He hopped out of the Tornado and hovered down with his tails spinning. Landing, he began heading across the street, each step towards Vanilla’s house felt charged with a mix of dread and desire. As he approached the white picket fence that bordered the property, he clutched the roses a bit tighter behind his back, the chocolates now feeling heavier than before.

Tails paused at the fence, his heart skipping a beat. He knew he was early—too early, perhaps. Cream had invited him over for a late morning, and the quiet around the house suggested she hadn't arrived yet. Standing there, he could see the curtains drawn tight, the house seemingly still asleep. His ears perked up at the faintest sounds from inside, his imagination painting vivid pictures of what—or who—might be waiting beyond that door.

He glanced down at the gifts, then back at the house. Should I wait here a bit longer? Maybe go back and check the plane? Or should I just go up and knock? he thought. It was a moment ripe with possibilities, a crossroads that could lead his day in vastly different directions.

He glanced over at the large dog house in the front yard, where Cheddar, the Great Dane they had surprised Vanilla and Cream with a few years ago, resided. Even as a puppy, Cheddar had been a big fella, but now he was enormous, his size rivaling that of a small horse. A smile crossed Tails' face as he remembered the day they brought him home, the joy in Cream and Vanilla's eyes unmistakable.

Cheddar was sprawled out near his house, the morning sun highlighting the sleek lines of his massive body. Although generally a playful giant, Cheddar had his quirks—his memory for faces wasn't the best, leading to moments where even Tails had to tread carefully to avoid a defensive bark or a suspicious growl.

As Tails opened the gate, the metal latch clicking softly behind him, he paused, a slight hesitation washing over him. The thought of heading straight to the door was tempting—quick, direct, no fuss. Yet, the sight of Cheddar, powerful and somewhat intimidating in his domain, sparked a cautious instinct. Maybe I should go over and remind Cheddar who I am, he thought, so it wouldn’t be a surprise later if he sees me coming out of the house.

Cheddar’s eyes met his, a hint of recognition—or was it confusion?—flickering in the Dane’s gaze. The decision hung in the air, heavy and consequential. Approach the dog to renew acquaintances, ensuring a peaceful visit, or head straight to the door, hoping not to stir the canine guardian’s protective instincts?

The options are.

Go check on the dog, Cheddar?

Ignore the dog and go up to the front door and knock?

Tails realizes he forgot something and turns around to go back to his plane. (not written yet)