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“Are you ready, sweetie?"

Just hearing that sweet, timid voice echo from out the bathroom door made Tails shiver where he sat. It took some effort just to gulp and answer her. “Y-yeah. Come on out."

The bathroom door opened slowly with a click of the tumbler that sounded explosive inside the suffocating silence of the bedroom. Out stepped Cream, the long-eared bunny who had gussied herself up in an unapologetically pink dress and curly blonde wig. On top of her head was a fake plastic crown held in place by an elastic strap that went around her chin. Her womanly frame proved a terrible burden on the cheap Halloween dress that looked ready to explode around her bust and hips. She stood there with a patient smile, her hands folded in front of her.

Tails felt ready to melt just by looking at her. He knelt on the bed clutching his fake sword and shield, already shaking like a leaf in the wind. All that covered him was a pair of tighty whities that sank into the plump shape of his ass and hips. His two blonde tails snaked and writhed behind him, betraying his excitement along with the gulp he hoped would compose him. It didn't, and instead he remained in place, still shaking, his tummy in absolute knots.

Realizing he was fozen, Cream went ahead with her next line. Suddenly, she swung her wrist up to her forehead and gave a dramatic swoon. “Oh dear," she crooned. “Won't a brave knight come and save me from the dragon? This dreaded beast has held me captive for so long. I'm in need of a hero in shining armor." She maintained that theatrical pose for several seconds after the line had been delivered. It was going to be a moment until the shivering Tails would be able to act.

At last, the fox blinked and forced out his line. “Here I am, dear princess. I am Sir Prower, and I've come to rescue you from the dragon!" His voice shook as badly as his arms did. Attempts at not staring at her dress-choked bosom failed. The rapid beat of his heart insured the growth of a stiffy in his britches, that which made his toes curl and made his cheeks blood red. He had to clench his jaw just to prevent an agonized squeak from escaping him.

The princess opened her eyes and noticed the heroic knight who'd come to rescue her. A gasp swelled her chest as she put her hand over her heart. “Hark! A savior come to rescue me! Please, dear knight! Release me from this wretched creature's abhorrent bondage!"

Tails was already cracking up. A boyish grin lifted the corners of his mouth before he quickly swallowed it. “Ahem. Behind me, dear princess. I'll save you and slay this damned thing!"

Cream pretended to sprint for the bed, her arms held out at her sides with the elbows bent like she imagined a princess would run. In those quick little strides, she was able to leap onto the mattress and scurry on her fours up to her rescuer. Just the weight of her body sinking into the bed sent a ripple of delight up his legs and into his loins. The princess knelt behind him and on his right, her gloved hands grabbing hold of his shoulder as she shielded herself with him, the tip of her bunny nose hovering within an inch of Tails' ear. “Oh, do be careful, dear Knight! This is a terrible foe! Can you truly slay it and save the Kingdom?"

But Tails was frozen again. Just that small touch and proximity sent an electric current through his muscles and tightened his throat. Worst was the subtle but nagging press of her breasts into his shoulder blade. His peepee throbbed in his undies, ready to explode already. It took him even longer to gather his voice this time. “I-I will try, m'lady. I will… Ahem. I will rescue no matter what, even at the cost of my own life if need be." When readjusting his grip on the sword handle, he realized how sweaty his palms were.

Cream knew what she was doing when she hugged him tighter and breathed into his ear. “Oh, dear Knight, please slay the dragon and I will reward you kindly. Please!"

Those words bled down his spine like ice water. There was another line in there somewhere, but Tails damn sure forgot what it was. He skipped straight into the next bit: hacking and slashing his sword blindly at the air in front of him, feigning a heated battle with a giant dragon. He provided the sound effects. “Shing! Pff! Whoosh! Skshhhh! Shing!"

Cream was right behind him with the tiniest smile, trying her hardest not to laugh. Even as she watched her husband's horrid pantomime, she couldn't help ponder the immense love she had for him. It meant the world to her to see him happy. When the two of them were roleplaying on their bed, he was on top of the world, and so was she. Tails hoisted the plastic shield up in front of his face, protecting himself and the princess from a crackling jet of dragon flame. He ducked his head and gritted through the scalding heat, his sweaty grip on the sword tightening in preparation for his counterattack. The opportunity came at last when the flame ran out. With a mighty roar he arched his sword over his shoulder and thrusted it forward as hard and fast as he could, right into the dragon's beast.

“Shkshhh. Raaaahhhhhh!" groaned Tails in his best death rattle. His lips blew out as he mimicked the sound of a dragon collapsing to the cave floor. Triumphant, he tucked his sword into the waistband of his undies. His posture straightened with his snow-white chest and underbelly thrusted forward. “The dragon is slayed, dear princess. You are safe."

His declaration wasn't done before Cream swung her arms around his collar for a super tight hug. Her chin rested on his shoulder while she rubbed her cheek against his.. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you dear Knight! You're my hero! I'm forever in your debt!" Her lips puckered and delivered a barrage of kisses on his cheek. “Mwuh-mwuh-mwuh-mwuh-mwuh!"

The hero's entire face was furiously red. His willy all but exploded right then and there. As politely as he could he took her hands and unraveled her from his shoulders so he could turn and face her with her delicate paws resting in his. The beauty of her softly colored face and radient amber eyes struck a storm into his heart. Just as prominent was the jut of her tits, now close enough to make him feel like he was already penetrating her.

After a moment of calming down, he spoke. “The honor is mine, my princess. Knowing you are safe from the beast's clutches is the greatest reward. The Kingdom will rejoice in your return, as will your father the King."

Cream's sweet smile turned into something sultrier, instantly crumbling what was left of Tails' heroic façade. “I think I can reward you with more than just my safety, dear Knight. May I know your name?"

“That's… Sir Prower, m'lady."

“Well, Sir Prower, allow me to thank you properly." The princess closed her eyes and puckered her lips. A squeamish Tails let out an eep sound before doing the same and leaning into her. Their lips met halfway, sending a shockwave of delight through Tails' body. His two tails sprung into the air and performed a blurry swing before they both curled the snowy tips together to form a heart shape. It was just the tiniest smooch, and Tails felt ready to melt into the sheets. Cream parted her mouth from him. A tinge of blush colored her cheeks, though nowhere near the ruddiness of Tails'. “Sir Prower, would you help me with something else?"

Tails gulped. “Yes, m'lady!"

Cream pivoted around on her knees and turned her back on him. Running down the back of her dress and coming out the bottom curls of her wig was the dress zipper. “Please release me from this dress."

Butterflies in Tails' gut. “Y-yes, princess." He pinched the zipper tab and pulled it down. It all but flew to the very bottom, propelled there by the stretch of Cream's tits. Her soft, cream colored back grew bare in a V shape. She lacked any bra as it would've been redundant.

“Mmm, thank you." She reached over her shoulders and pulled aside the zipper flaps so that the shoulders came down her upper arms. Cream turned around to face him again. Her gloved hands held her breasts aloft, the dress looking ready to shred into a million pieces at any moment. “Oh, dear Knight. My big, heavy breasts feel so imprisoned. How I've waited for someone to release them."

The blood had drained from his face, leaving a deathly pallor. A trickle of it almost fell from his nostril as he reached out to her with a trembling hand. He paused halfway, frightened of how he might react once he was exposed to the glory of her chest. Knowing he couldn't continue, Cream did the honors for him by pulling the dress down off her jugs, letting out a quiet “Ah" as she did. They bounced upwards with gay vitality, those candy pink nipples getting caught on the fabric before flinging up. All that womanly flesh came spilling out into their natural size, something ostentatious and rotund, burdensome and mighty. Out of the choking bondage of her dress, they buzzed with delight within the cool chill of the bedroom AC. In just a second her saucer-sized areolas were bristled in sharp bumps all congregated around those huge, cratered teats.

A gasp rolled into Tails. His hips started bucking. He had to ball his fists and shove them into his lap to make it stop, though that came in direct conflict with his sharp need to handle those giant melons now jiggling right in front of his face. So big, so soft, so heavy. To dive his face into that immaculate pool of gossamer bunny fur and gnaw at her cleavage was a divine reward he didn't think he was worthy of. Cream thought differently. She leaned forward and calmly placed her hands on the back of his head which she pulled straight into her bosom, smothering him in her warmth and softness.

His muffled groans of delight rumbled out from her chest. “Hmmm! Hmmm… Mmmmmmf~" His hips started bucking again, a motion he couldn't stop no matter how tightly he balled his fists into his lap. Giving up, he grabbed both her tits and smushed them together around his head, bathing himself in their exquisite softness and womanly smell. His head rolled this way and that with the ears folded back. The leathery feel of her nipples tickles his paw pads. Whooping inhales swept through his nostrils, absorbing every particle of her intoxicating aura. Sniffffffff. “Mmmmm…" Snifffffff. “Mmmmmmmmm~"

Cream swooned her head back with a joyous sigh. “Oh, dear Knight. Yes. Make love to my breasts. They feel so wonderful in your hold." She helped jiggle them around his head by squeezing her elbows together. Every bit of touch sent echoes of delight through her chest, adding heat to her womanhood. “Huhhh… Sir Prower… Mmm… Won't you give me your seed? Sire my children and make me a merry woman."

Tails came to an abrupt stop. He pried his blushing face from out her cleavage with dilated pupils, high on the woman he loved. “Ahhh… Of course, dear princess." His penis quivered hard in anticipation. Though he'd overcome the butterflies in his stomach, they still fluttered about with some noticeable queasiness.

“Thank you. It would make me so happy." Cream fell backwards onto the bed, bouncing off it once before submissively allowing her arms to sit flat at her sides while her legs remained sealed together by the confines of her dress. “Claim your reward, Sir Prower."

It was like an out of body experience watching his own paws reach out and grab the bust of her dress, now crumpled up beneath her bosom. He rolled it down slowly to bring to light more of that sumptuous white underbelly and the sweet curves that defined their shape. Difficulties arose when he reached those bombastic haunches of hers, somehow more magnificent than her chest. A few heaves later they were past that obstacle, and with some more gentle pulls he brought the dress down and off her legs, leaving the princess totally naked except for the crown still strapped to her head.

Tails didn't know what to do with the dress now that he held it in his trembling hands. Toss it aside? Just drop it? He knelt there awkwardly for a few moments before Cream had to lift a foot and pull the dress down to the mattress and kick it aside. The action made the fat of her thighs jiggle, both thick like tree trunks, their inner seat that delectable snow color. She bent her knees and spread her legs, showing him her vulnerable cunny and the two chunky girl lips at its flanks. She slid one hand down and spread it with two fingers. He was blinded by a fleshy, wet inner pink. He thought she would say something, but the sleepy hang of her eyelids and the amber gaze from just beyond told him everything he needed: He had to fuck her.

Oh geez. Here we go. Heart close to palpitating, he tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his tighty whities and slowly jimmied them down his hips. Cream watched with rapt attention as more of his pelvis was laid bare until finally his manhood was exposed. There wasn't much. Hanging from his loins like the shriveled grape was his cock and balls, woefully small, pitifully impotent. In a clotted white purse were two nads barely developed beyond the size of marbles. Above them was his sheathe, equally pathetic and, in spite of his raging erection, still closed around the head of his baby dick. Just feeling the cool air brush against it made Tails shiver hard. More intense was Cream's exhilarated stare at it, enough to make him crumple where he knelt.

The princess did not grimace or laugh at the measly spectacle. She'd seen it before many times and adored it as her husband's most precious organ. A delighted gasp opened her mouth as she resumed rubbing her cunny. “Oh my~ Look at that. Such an adorable little carrot."

The intense blush was back on Tails' face. “I… Um… Pray it's to m'lady's satisfaction." It wouldn't for any other woman, that's for sure.

Tails was a lucky man. “Yes, it certainly is. If the heroic knight would let me touch it, I would love it."

Tails felt his pucker clench taut. “Y-yes, princess." He wriggled the rest of the way out of his undies and scooted forward so that he was between her legs. That close he could feel the heat of her feminism radiating over to him. His peen swelled in its sheathe, making him wince as the tip failed to breach that tight seal. Cream let out a long purr. The paw not playing with her pussy came towards his crotch. Tails braced for impact. With just her thumb and index finger she pinched his sheathe and pulled it down. Out crowned his bitty cock tip.

Tails nutted immediately. “Nyuuuuhhh~!" He started humping the air again, bumping into Cream's hand and poking her with that infantile prick. Dribbling from the slit was a flacid drool of watery seed barely thicker than precum. Tails' buttocks quaked as a white-hot delight kept his bitty cock muscle throbbing. The cum pearls fell into Cream's paw which she kept latched to his weenie for as long as he was cumming. When the last drop fell, he was left vibrating with his thighs knocked together. “Hnnn… Mmmm… Fuck… Hahhhh…"

Cream broke character with a hearty giggle. “That's a good boy. So cute, my little carrot~" The paw she used to jerk him off (if that's even the right term) dove into her flower, mixing his sex product with her own juicy arousal. “So lovely. Won't the Knight spare me his heroic seed in my womb this time?"

Tails was still trying to recover. His mind was lost in a cloud of dopamine. Gooseprickles had made the fur on his chest and tail go floof while his beady nipples were hard like pebbles. He couldn't stop humping the air, trapped in a mode of hypersensitivity. “Ah… Ah… Ah… Yes, my princess. Hahhh… Your touch is like an angel's."

“And your little carrot is like a champion's. Bless me with its love and its seed." She beckoned him with another splay of her pussy lips, now partially glazed in his nut.

That was more than enough to beckon the knight. He scooted closer on his knees until his willy was hovering over her flower. He leaned over her and grabbed her shoulders. With something of a grip on his erratic humping, he eased his way towards her sex pot until at last they were conjoined. His mouth flew open in a soundless moan. Blinding ecstasy made his eyes cross in their sockets. What little control he had over his humps immediately crumbled away, turning him into a wild jackhammer. Plup-plup-plup-plup-plup. “Nyuhhh! Huhhh! Ahhhh~!" He came again, this time with his pelvis jutted forward with his penis swaddled in her velvet. Another round of fetid cum droplets bled from his cock, though they failed in reaching anywhere close to the princess's womb.

That didn't matter to her, not when she could feel the warmth of his nectar swimming about her flower and making her shiver. A moan escaped her at the same time she swooned her head, accidtentally skewing the crown and the wig on her head. Two fingers went in a circle around her clit, next to where his dicklet was still cumming. “Ohhhh, dear Knight. Yes~ How I love it so."

His orgasm-contorted face shook in front of her. “Hahhh… Hahhh… I love it… Ngghhh… I love it too m'lady. Huhhhhh~"

“Oh, yes. Mmmmm… Please fuck me. Bless me with more of your seed. Breed me and breed me hard. How I yearn for that precious carrot." The tempo of her fingers on her clit escalated, eager for the Knight to resume. He did so in the middle of an intense afterglow, his pathetic knot forbidding his erection to go down. Neither the princess nor the Knight wanted it too, not when they were so unapologetically horny.

The Knight granted her request with a series of quick and heavy pounds that sent ripples up the doughy flash of her legs and ass. Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap! He would cum every so often, his effeminate voice crackling into girlish moans. His plump buttocks would quake and his tails would flicker into a cyclone in the air above them. The princess's cunt was a swamp of fox cum and feminine arousal. She continuously mixed it together with a violent pace to her masturbation. Though he had no hope of pleasing her physically with that paltry pin dick, he could at least rely on her imagination painting him as a true hero in a similar manner to how he saw her as a nubile goddess.

Cream's eyes were closed and her mouth was open, the moans bellowing out of her automatically. Her free hand gripped the pillow as her head would rock one way and then the other. The wig and crown had been totally pulled off her scalp, left in a pile next to the pillow. With such terrific joy she failed to notice when the crown was pulled down her face by the strap that went underneath her chin. Not that either of them needed the illusion anymore. With or without any cosplay, she was still her husband's wife and queen.

Tails' climaxes rolled in one after the other. His and Cream's loins were a nasty froth of sex juices. He was doused in sweat. The muscles in his ass and thighs ached something terrible. He was losing strength in his arms. They started shaking, threatening to make him collapse atop her. Through a combination of sheer willpower and mindbending horniness he maintained his erratic humping and cumming, vowing not to stop until Cream had an orgasm of her own. The light at the end of the tunnel came finally when suddenly her torso bent into an arch, thrusting her stomach and chest into the air.

“Huhhh! Tails, I'm cumming. Huhhh! I'm close! I'm cumming! Yes! YES!" Her finger was a blur on her cunt, attacking her clit with ferocious finality. “FUCK ME! YES! HUHHHHH!" Tails was there for her in the end, pounding that pussy with his miniscule shrimp dick up until the very moment Cream finally climaxed. With a shrill squeal she slapped her back down to the mattress. She too started humping erratically, a motion triggered by the violent spasms that took hold of her inner thighs and made the muscles in them visibly bulge. She gave one last pull on her clit, dragging out that ethereal peak and opening the floodgates on her creamy cum at the same time he joined her with one last nut.

They slid off their peaks slowly, bringing the pitch and volume of their moans down with it. Tails could finally let go of her shoulders and slump atop her with the side of his face landing right atop her left boob. He panted hard, feeling ready to pass out at any moment if not for the burn in his muscles and the intense glow in his loins. Even his involuntary humping slowed to a stop. His tails remained hovering in the air, swaying lazily like wheat stalks in the wind. Cream felt like a giant cushion of hot softness breathing hard alongside him. She wrapped her arms around him and pecked his cheek.

“Thank you, Sir Prower. You've blessed me with freedom and child. You truly are the most heroic of knights."

Tails wanted to move his head and return the kiss, but he was just too damn tired. He let out a small laugh and smiled. “Hahhh… The pleasure is mine, sweet princess. Holy shit." The most he could do was roll over to his right, slumping off her and exposing the thickish layer of cum that was lathered across everything from his navel to his balls.

Cream cuddled up to him and kissed his cheek again. “That was great. You were absolutely fantastic! I hope I did everything OK." The roleplay was over. In the heat of such an intense aftershock, they could finally commence in aftercare.

Tails scoffed. “Are you kidding? You were perfect. I choked a few times like I always do. I see you in those pretty outfits and I lose my mind."

Her paw rubbed a small circle around his chest floof. “That's why I love doing it so much. You're so adorable when you're flustered." She looked down at his crotch where his spent willy had retreated safely into its sheath. She gave it a tiny poke. “And so is your little bitty carrot I love so much~"

Tails winced. His blush deepened again right when it was just starting to go away. “Nph. Yeah, I know."

Cream gave him another smooch before rolling away from him and off the bed. He watched the immensity of her ass bounce and grind with her every step, that cottony bunny tail sitting above it all like a cherry on a sundae. “I'm going to wash off in the shower," she said without looking back at him. “You're more than welcome to join me, my dear Knight."

He was already off the bed and hustling after her with newfound energy and a bright smile on his face. “You betcha!"

The couple met in the hot steam of the shower, the image of their nudities mottled by the door's glass. The water was a balm to Tails' fatigue and the oppressive ache that bit at his willy. Cream wasn't done with it, brushing her fingers on its sheath and cupping those two little beads he dared call testes. He would hiss through his teeth, Cream would giggle, and then the two would resume scrubbing each other and making out.

He recalled the first time Cream called his baby dick her “little carrot". It was the night they got married. Over a decade of knowing each other, years of dating and living together, all coming together for this moment when they would truly start their lives as husband and wife. Such a joyous occasion was hampered for Tails by the dread which had clawed at him since pubescence, that of having such a tiny, tiny cock. Humiliation waited for him with every girl he'd slept with. Laughter, insults, premature ejaculations and uncontrollable humping defined his sex life. His knot didn't even scrape at hope of ever tying with a girl, much to their disappointment along everything else. He expected much the same with Cream who, mercifully, made a vow of abstinence. Such was unique for a rabbit, the kind of animal renowned for promiscuity.

So, on the night they were married and in bed together, Tails braced for the look of shock and/or disgust on her face that would either lead into tearful laughter or vicious insults. What he got instead was shocking. “Awwwwwww!" Cream adored his little willy with all her heart, especially how easily it came and how flustered Tails would become when she made even the most subtle sexual advance. She was on her belly, wearing nothing but sexy lingerie, hovering her face within breathing distance of his nude crotch when she christened his wiener. “It's like a baby carrot." It was a nickname he'd never escape, not that he wanted to. Her addiction to his woeful prick was a blessing he never expected.

Tails was Cream's first lover. Combined with a strict avoidance of porn and other such lewd depictions, her idea of a proper manhood developed from Tails. She had no idea of anything bigger, and she didn't want one. His adorably miniscule clitty was perfect both for sex and for teasing. If only all girls were not only so forgiving but loving towards such reproductive inadequacy. His watery cum had no hopes of getting her pregnant, not even if it could reach her womb somehow. The two of them were patient, but Tails lacked the courage to tell her how little their hopes of ever catching child were thanks to him. Maybe he'd tell her one day, maybe not. Whatever the outcome, he knew she would still love him and his tiny willy.

Vanilla was a different story.

Cream's mother had made it clear from the beginning that she wanted grandchildren. While never stating explicitly, she would slide passive aggressive hints past them. They would see a baby either in public or on the street and Vanilla would immediately comment on how adorable it was. “Sooooo cute! Don't you two want a baby? It's so wonderful!" Other opportunities came when she would ask Cream and/or Tails for help with something. “See? It's always useful to have someone to take care of you when you're older."

Cream would just nod and agree innocently while Tails would be at her side, blushing bitterly. The pressure was on him to get Cream pregnant; he knew that. With his pathetic balls unable to produce anything but blanks, it wasn't happening any time soon. That wasn't quite something he was ready to indulge to Vanilla, or anyone for that matter. How the hell was he supposed to say that he had a tiny dick and balls? The thought of anyone else besides Cream knowing filled him with some amount of dread; it chipped some years off his span knowing there were other girls that did.

But it didn't bother Cream, so he didn't let it bother him, at least not as much as it could have. Cream catered to his many sexual fantasies, almost always relating to being either a damsel in distress or a suave femme fatale. The day after she dressed up like a defenseless princess, she would be the badass Lara Croft or Samus Aran. A particular favorite of his was the black latex outfit their friend Rouge the bat liked to wear. That heart shaped bust encapsulated her bosom perfectly, much like it did their winged friend. Cream went so far as to mimic Rouge's make up style by coloring her eyelids and prepping her lashes. A mediocre impression of Rouge added to the presentation, that which never failed to get Tails a little humpy.

But that wasn't the best one. Tails' favorite role for Cream to play was that of a doting mother. It came with a conservative dress that covered everything from her neck to her ankles. What it didn't cover was the bodacious shape of her chest and ass. Cream would put on her sweetest voice, referring to herself as 'mommy' while she tended to Tails' bitty wiener. If the Rouge outfit got him rowdy, this put him in a fit of hysteria. He loved it something terrible, but at its core it made him feel rotten. His reason for making her do it filled him with guilt, something he would never dare to confess even to her.

If Cream had any idea, she never let on. Whenever she was asked to put the dress on, she did and never seemed to regret it. Tails was her King, her Knight, her hero, her darling husband who she loved. In every moment together, be it sexual or not, she expressed her affection, and so did he. His secret inadequacy and the improper origins of his fantasies would not have stopped her from loving him. Little would have.

The couple finished cleaning each other and left the shower amidst a great curtain of steam. Tails was rubbing a towel around his head when he asked, “So, what do you have planned for the rest of the evening?"

Cream was busy fashioning a towel turban around her head. “Nothing much. Maybe throw on a robe and watch a movie."

“I think I'll join you."

“Sounds great. Nothing too long, though. I wanna go to bed early so we can wake up for the drive to my mom's."

Tails was pulling the towel across his stomach when he came to a dead stop. “Vanilla?" he asked.

Cream giggled. “Yes, that's my mom. We agreed to have lunch with her tomorrow, remember?"

Tails thought for a moment before his ears drooped. “Yeah, I do."

Cream frowned. “You look disappointed."

“No, no, no. I just forgot." He played it off, but anxiety tugged at his gut. Why do I always forget these things? I can recite the full schematics of a time machine, but I can't remember dinner with my mother in law. Maybe it was something he wanted to forget, something that would stress him to know end for as long as he thought about it. He certainly was now.

“I say we get up early and leave at around 10. How does that sound?" Cream threw a fluffy white robe on and tied it around her waist.

“Yeah," said Tails in a low voice. “That works."

Her smile returned. “Great." Cream passed him on the way to the door and gave him a kiss. “Coming to the couch with me?"

“Uh, yeah. In a little. I gotta go to the bathroom."

“OK!" Then she sauntered out of there gaily, oblivious to Tails' turmoil.

He waited for her to close the door to let out a long sigh. Tails went up to the bathroom mirror and wiped his paw across its fogged surface, clearing a path for his reflection to look back at him somberly. Vanilla's image was back in his mind, those sleepy eyes of hers, those long bunny ears, her conservative dress and the terrific rack it concealed. Even after the romp he'd just had with Cream his penis shivered in its sheath. He saw his face wince in the mirror. A hand went down to stifle his arousal, but he knew better than to touch it lest he get horny again. Such was his usual reaction whenever he thought about Vanilla, the woman he'd crushed on long before he married Cream, her daughter.

Tails waited for his excitement to go down before he left the bedroom to put on some underwear and go join Cream on the couch where they would watch a movie together. Spooning against her back while watching and laughing alongside her, he tried not to think about Vanilla. He failed.

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The drive to Vanilla's house was a long one, her estate being out in the deep country. It was a nice, big Victorian building on its own in the rolling countryside. It was always a lovely place to stay, though driving there was always a bitch. Tails and Cream huddled in their bubble car with Tails at the wheel. Cream expressed her eagerness to have some of her mother's cooking after so long. Tails just smiled and agreed, his eyes falling into the cleavage her pretty white blouse left exposed. The navy-blue skirt she had on was woefully short, failing to reach her mid-thigh. Tails pictured Vanilla in it. Doing so nearly crashed him into the mailbox as he pulled out of the driveway.

An hour's drive brought the couple through the country and onto Vanilla's estate. Tails watched it sweep into view as the forest-coddled road fed into the open fields of Vanilla's property. His stomach did a small flip while Cream let out an excited squeal. “Here we are!"

“Yeah," said Tails, his enthusiasm a little short. “Here we are!" It's no big deal. You've been around her before. No big deal. No big deal. Tails turned into the driveway and parked outside the front porch. He and Cream got out of the car and into the bright summer sun which warmed Tails in his bright blue polo and khaki shorts. The couple climbed the front porch and rang the doorbell. A few moments later the door opened to reveal Vanilla.

“Hello there!" chirped the older rabbit. “How are you?" She wore a typically long dress, pink in color with white trim. It was tightened to the shape of her torso by a fitted burgundy vest. Hung from her collar was an orange ascot, that which matched the color of fur on her face. It was an outfit Tails would expect to see on a teacher, its modesty just short of what a nun's. Outside of her style which clashed with Cream's so dramatically, the two were close to spitting images of each other. The thing that separated them most was height, Vanilla being a few inches taller than both Cream and Tails. She also had sleepy eyes, ones with lashes so thick they seemed ready to blow Tails away every time she blinked. Whatever the differences between her and Cream, she sported breasts and hips that could not hope to be hidden even by the constraints of her hyperconservative wardrobe.

Cream floated forward and gave Vanilla a hug. “We're doing great, mom. So happy to be here." The two shared a peck on the cheek.

“Happy to have you here too, sweety." Her eyes panned over to Tails. “Miles! Come here!" She drifted over towards the fox, one paw holding onto Cream's, the other arcing out to hug him.

Tails smiled brightly, mainly to hide how tightly his jaw was clenched. He opened his arms and gave Vanilla a hug. Their cheeks pressed into each other's. Her paw rubbed his upper back. She's so soft and warm. She smells nice. “So nice to see you!" That came out alright. He was in the clear. Just relax. Be calm. You're here for lunch. Nothing crazy.

“Aww, nice to see you too." She pulled away from him, leaving one paw on his shoulder. “You two come inside. Lunch is almost ready. I hope you two enjoy chili."

“Oh, cool! Sounds good!" Cream stepped past Vanilla and into the house.

Tails followed. “Yeah, I'm hungry." He kept his gaze off Vanilla as he passed her, instead focusing on the backside of Cream's thick thighs and the fuzzy bunny tail that peeked out at him from beneath the waist band of her skirt. His peepee throbbed a little, but he could live with that. It's better than getting a stiffy over my wife's mom, I guess.

While eying Cream's ass, he was blissfully unaware of Vanilla watching him from behind, fully aware of what he was looking at. Betraying no reaction, she stepped inside and closed the front door. “The chili's almost ready, if you two want to sit in the kitchen and wait."

Tails was busy looking up at the crystal chandelier that hung from the ceiling. He did it automatically every time he stepped into Vanilla's foyer, no matter how many times he'd been there. A brilliant mind perfect for dissecting art and architecture helped him appreciate all of it, each refraction of light from the chandelier's crystals igniting a pattern on the walls or the oak-carved steps leading to the second floor. It was a pleasant, if temporary, distraction from the two beautiful women he currently kept company. If I could just spend the day looking around the house, or wandering around the field outside, that would be so much better. But Vanilla was his mother-in-law. No matter his feelings for her, he couldn't just buck on lunch just to avoid being flustered in her presence. I haven't been here a whole minute, and my mind is already wandering to places it shouldn't.

“Tails?"

He snapped out of it and looked towards Cream who was halfway into the hallway that led to the kitchen. “Huh?"

“I said we were going to sit and wait in the kitchen. Is that OK?"

Dammit! I didn't even hear. “Yeah! Sorry. I got a little… sidetracked."

“It's alright. You've always liked my chandelier," said Vanilla. She waltzed around him from behind. One paw rubbed across his upper back, inadvertently igniting his gooseprickles and making his twin tails twitch. She came to a stop beside him, that paw on his shoulder blade, her half-lidded gaze directed at him full tilt. “I always catch you staring at it every time you come here. It's OK. I don't mind. I like it when you do." There was that motherly smile on her face, the one that he had adored ever since he first saw it.

He nodded with some faux enthusiasm. “Y-yeah! I'm glad. It's… really nice to look at."

“Mmm, isn't it?" Then she let go of him and made her way towards Cream and the hallway. “Come on. It'll be ready in just a few minutes. Get comfortable."

Standing there in the middle of the foyer, trembling and with a pecker trying desperately to escape its sheath, Tails knew that wasn't going to be possible. He followed the two women into the kitchen which was connected to the dining room and its table. A stainless-steel pot with a lid on it sat on the stove with a sheen of condensation, its meaty contents simmering inside slowly above tails of blue fire. The room was humid with the smell of ingredients, both meat and vegetable. Every whiff of it was a tug on Tails' stomach; he wasn't kidding when he said he was hungry. Cream and Tails took seats beside each other while Vanilla went to the stove to stir the chili. Removing the lid released a plume of aromatic steam from the chili which she stirred with a wooden spoon.

“It's been a while since I saw you guys," she said. “How is everything? Have you invented anything recently, Miles?"

Tails perked up in his chair proudly, always ready to brag about his latest gadgets. “Yes ma'am! I have a few patents pending, some stuff that I think turned out pretty good."

“Oh, wonderful! Anything you'd like to share?" Vanilla pulled the spoon from the chili and tapped it clean on the pot's edge before putting it on a paper towel next to the stove and replacing the lid. She kept her back to them as she started fetching bowls and silverware from the cabinets.

“Oh, just some fuel injectors on some hydro-fueled rockets this space program has me working on. I think they'll be satisfied with my work."

Cream put a paw on his shoulder. “Tails spends so much time in the garage tinkering with all his gadgets and drawing up blueprints. He works so hard. That big brain of his comes up with some stuff I can't even begin to understand."

He tried to remain modest. “Aw, it's nothing. Anyone can understand it if you've been studying it for as long as I have."

“Yeah, but I'd like you to introduce me to anyone who's spent half as much time studying as you," Cream teased.

“I hope you're not burning yourself out," Vanilla said. She was migrating to the table where she put the bowls down in front of Cream, Tails, and the head of the table where she would sit. For a brief moment Tails was conscious of her leaning towards him, that immensely round precipice of chest ready to come falling onto his head like a boulder. “There are more important things than inventing. Yourself mainly, and your wife."

Tails came to his own defense with a wave of his hand. “Oh, I know! I'm not working myself to death or anything. I just got a lot of ideas on the burner. I want to work through what's on my plate right now so I can get to them and put bread on the table." He smiled at Cream on his left. “But I never put any of that before Cream. For every minute I spend in the garage there's another one I spend with her." Cream shared her appreciation with a smile. She puckered her lips and the two had a kiss.

Vanilla was looking over at them from the fridge which she had open to retrieve some of the fixings. She, too, wore a pleased smile. “Well, that's sweet. I'm just happy to see you two doing so well." From the fridge she pulled out some foodstuffs to go with the chili. Including a bag of Tostito's chips she'd gotten from the pantry, she brought over some sour cream and two varieties of shredded cheese that she put in the center of the table. “I thought you made enough on the patents you already have. You're still making more?"

“Yes ma'am, only because they come to mind. We make plenty on the ones I've made already, but it's almost every week something new pops into my head, stuff I have to put on paper at the very least," he explained.

Cream was leaning on her elbow against the table, watching her husband as he continued to prattle on about his routine and work habits. She could not only admire how handsome he was- those bright cerulean eyes of his sparkling within a pleasantly young and exuberant face -but also the fierce intelligence and creativity that burned behind them. It was so fortunate of her and everyone he knew that such a gargantuan intellect belonged to someone so sweet. That she got to marry him was a fortune she never took for granted. With how much she loved him, and how much he loved her, she didn't see ever feeling any less about him even if he was dumb as a box of rocks. Regarding all of that, she sat there with a listless smile, not listening to a word he said but enjoying every second he spoke.

Vanilla wasn't listening either. She was too focused on Cream. Though her daughter's head was turned away from her and aimed at Tails, she could all but feel the warm smile on her face. Vanilla could recognize how smart, sweet, and handsome Tails was, but none of those made grandchildren. That sleepy, amiable mien of Vanilla's remained while she looked at the happy couple sitting at her table, but beyond it simmered the impatience of a mother more than ready to have another generation beneath her.

Tails' monologue rolled to its inevitable end, having come out of him without stutter or error, one word after the other. “But that's just what I have going on now. It'll cover us for the foreseeable future, that is for the next decade or so. I think I'll have one or two more things to pump out until then."

The two women blinked in unison when they came out of their speech-induced fugue states. “Sounds wonderful," Vanilla said, praying it would fit with what he'd said.

“It is, isn't it?" added Cream, equally oblivious. To both their relief, Tails didn't correct them. He just sat there and smiled.

Vanilla went back to the stove to check on the chili. “Well, I think this is about ready." She clicked the dial off. Poof went the blue flames before she grabbed the pot handles with oven rags and hauled it over to the table. There was a pedestal that she placed it on. Removing the lid one last time unleashed its delectable scent, drawing both Cream and Tails to look inside at its meaty, red contents.

“Mmmmm, that smells good," growled Tails.

“Yes, it does," agreed Cream just as hungrily.

Vanilla went back to the kitchen and returned with a ladle. “I sure hope it is. I worked hard on it." She held one paw out at Tails. “Give me your bowl." Tails was happy to obey. Vanilla poured in two whole scoops from the ladle before giving it back to him. He held onto his spoon tightly, his two tails wagging behind him as he waited for everyone to be served. Vanilla poured some for Cream, then herself. “There we go! Please, dig in."

She didn't have to tell them twice. Tails all but launched his fist into the open chips bag for a handful that he crunched between his fingers and let snow into his bowl. Next was a healthy pinch of cheese then a dollop of sour cream. After mixing it all together with his spoon, he took the first bite. A happy growl rumbled out of him after he swallowed. “Mmmmmm, Vanilla, this is so good."

Cream was taking her time blowing out a spoonful before eating it. “Mmm, it really is."

Vanilla nodded proudly. “So glad to hear that. Please help yourself to any more from the pot if you want. Plenty to go around."

Tails was happy to, and so was Cream. Several servings were torn through while the two women shared personal stories and gossip. Vanilla mentioned names Tails didn't recognize or didn't remember. Vanilla would say how they were doing, what they had been up to, what had happened to them, etc. Cream would respond in turn, usually naming somebody who that person reminded her of. Now it was Tails' turn to pretend like he was paying attention, every tale and tidbit going over his head. He was content to stay hovering over his chili bowl while the two ladies chatted. If it wasn't about science or his gadgets, it didn't interest him.

“Oh, and did you hear Sarah is pregnant?" Vanilla asked suddenly.

“Sarah? Sarah the skunk?" Cream asked with a spritely perk of her bunny ears.

Vanilla nodded. “The one and only."

“I didn't! Good for her! I'll have to write her and Alex a congratulations card."

“You should. The three of us can sign it today while we're thinking about it." Vanilla looked over at Tails. “Right, Miles?"

Tails was in the middle of adding a veritable stone of sour cream to his latest refill of chili when he heard his name mentioned. “I'm sorry?"

“A friend of ours is having a baby," Cream told him. “I want to sign a congratulations card for her and her husband. The three of us should do it."

Tails' stomach turned to stone. Oh no. I knew this was going to happen. He trailed his gaze over to Vanilla who was sitting there with that typical, motherly mien of hers. It filled him with nothing but anxiety. “Uh, yeah. We should. I'll sign it."

“Perfect," said Vanilla. “I have some blank cards in my study. I'll let you two choose which one to sign. Sarah and Alex and- They'll love it."

“Yeah, I bet they will." Quite suddenly, Tails' appetite had evaporated. He lowered his spoon into the chili bowl, praying that the subject would change.

It wouldn't. “I'm sure they're getting congratulations from all over," said Vanilla. “From people they know, people they haven't talked to in so long. It must be great. What they'll really enjoy is when the baby comes." Vanilla took a deep inhale through the nose, her heart fluttering at the thought. “It's so wonderful, having a child. Best decision I ever made." She smiled at Cream, then looked directly at Tails. The smile was still there but showing something very different from motherly affection. “Have you two considered having children yet?"

Tails' heart fell into his stony gut. Here we go with this. Cream answered before he could. “Well, we've been trying, actually. A lot, in fact." She looked over at Tails for his confirmation. What she saw was a pale and mortified look.

That piqued Vanilla's interest. “Oh! And how's that going? I take it you're not pregnant yet or you would've told me. You've been testing, right?" The meal in front of her was abandoned instantly, a far more scrumptious topic of conversation having presented itself.

Cream nodded. “Mmhmm! Every week. It's a bit of a pain buying all those tests, but its not all bad. Tails and I check it together every time, right baby?"

Tails nodded weakly, his head and everything else feeling very heavy. “Y-yeah, we do. We- Ahem. We try pretty often, you know. I mean, as often as is necessary."

Vanilla nodded along. “Mm, and how often is as necessary?"

Tails cringed hard. Cream answered, “Every day. Sometimes more than once, in the morning or at night. We don't take breaks." Tails rubbed his paw down his face, trying to hide the growing heat that reddened his face.

“Mm, and you're not pregnant yet?" Vanilla asked, the disappointment in her tone just barely detectable, yet biting all the same.

Cream shook her head. “No. Do you have any tips for us? How did you get pregnant with me?"

“Cream…" Tails said in a hushed tone, his head hung as if to make himself disappear from the table. Realizing his posture was disrespectful, he lifted his arm onto the table and covered half his face with his paw.

Cream whipped her head around so that her ears swung. “What?"

Before Tails could tell her to stop, Vanilla answered the question. “Well, your father fucked me doggystyle for most the time we were together. I don't know if position has anything to do with it, though. Your father was a breeding machine. If only he made a better daddy."

It was like someone punched Tails in the gut. “Fucked" was not a word he ever expected to hear in that sweet timbre of Vanilla's, let alone in that context. Face ablaze, eyes half-bulged out of their sockets, he physically recoiled in his seat with a tiny squeak. What the fuck!? Did she just say that?

She did. Meanwhile, Cream was utterly unfazed. “Well, we do it every position we can think of. Doggystyle, that's from behind, right? On the knees?" Tails remembered that Cream had never consumed an ounce of sexual content prior to marrying him. Her ignorance of normal sex would be glaring now that she talked about it with her apparently sex-positive mother.

“It is," confirmed Vanilla. “Have you tried it?"

Cream shook her head. “No, we haven't."

Tails straightened up in his chair and spoke up. “Hey, um… I'm sorry, but this isn't… Um… I don't know if I want to talk about this at the table." Or at all. Can you both please shut the fuck up? He looked at his wife desperately. You most of all?

Cream frowned, confused. “What's wrong?"

“We're rabbits, sweetie," Vanilla explained. “Sex talk isn't just table appropriate, it's a regular thing to talk about. If you want to leave, you can. It's OK. Cream and I will talk about it alone." She spoke with kindness and empathy. Perfect acting.

Tails was terrified of where the conversation might go without his moderation. He slumped in his seat, defeated. “OK, sorry. Continue."

Vanilla was going to anyway. “Thank you. Anyway, you should really try doggystyle. It's quite possibly the most basic and natural position. I think all animals have it in their instincts."

That only seemed to confuse Cream further. “Really? How?"

Tails' gut tightened even worse. He felt the whole weight of the estate imploding on him. Please, shut up.

“What do you mean how? The penetrator mounts the one on the bottom from behind and inserts the penis that way."

“Wait, then how is the penis long enough to do that? Doesn't the butt get in the way?"

“OK!" Tails sprung up from his seat with the chili bowl in his hand. “Vanilla, this chili was great. I'm stuffed. I'm just gonna put it in the sink."

He'd startled Cream beside him. “But baby, you just put all of that in there just now. You haven't even touched it."

“It's OK," said Vanilla. “You can just put that in the sink, dear. Don't worry about dumping it." She said that without even looking at him. Her gaze was firmly on her daughter. “Cream, sweetie, any man can put it in a woman from behind. I know you have a big butt, but that doesn't mean you can't spread it for Miles to slip inside, right?"

Tails made no move to go into the kitchen to put his bowl away. He was paralyzed like some prey animal, every nerve and muscle put into stunlock. “Well, I guess I could do that, but it wouldn't help very much, not with how big Tails is."

Vanilla tilted her head to the side. “Oh? And just how big is Miles?"

Cream giggled, Tails widened his eyes. He watched as Cream lifted her paw. Common sense told Tails to grab her by the wrist and demand she stop, to drag her and himself out of there and never come back, to firmly and loudly say this wasn't appropriate. He didn't do anything like that. He just stood there, frozen and silent, that chili bowl still locked in his cold, motionless fingers.

“He's tiny!" said Cream with some level of pride. Her paw came up with the thumb and index finger pinched nearly together, barely an inch of space between them. “It's the most precious thing in the whole wide world! I call it my little carrot. His balls are super tiny too. You should see it!"

Vanilla didn't seem too surprised. Her smile didn't drop into a look of disgust, nor did she burst out laughing. Meanwhile Tails was pitched into the awful memories of the girls he'd brought to bed in the past, those who rejected him outright for his baby dick, their pleasant bodies no longer his to please thanks to his lack of ability to. In Vanilla's lack of reaction he relived them all, the pain of mocking laughter and angry insults all stabbing into him at once.

“I see," said a very calm Vanilla. “And you think that's normal?"

Cream frowned. “Um, yeah." She looked back up at Tails. “Isn't it?"

Tails didn't say anything. He couldn't, not while watching the belief his wife had in his masculinity shatter in real time. Vanilla spoke for him. “No, sweetie, it's not. Most men... No, all men, are much, much bigger than that. A little carrot you said? Do you mean a small, natural carrot? Or one of those baby ones you can get in bags?"

“Well, the baby ones. It's really, really small." Cream looked down into the table, the confusion darting about her mind. “I never thought about it. Is it really that small? Smaller, I mean."

Tails could speak finally, but only to apologize. “Cream, I'm sorry." He sat back down into his chair, dragged there by the weight of his humiliation.

She turned her head to him. “No! Baby, don't say sorry." She snatched him by the wrist. “You know I love you and your little baby dick. There's nothing that changes that."

That didn't help as much as she probably thought it did. “I know, baby."

“I guess this explains a lot," mused Vanilla. “Tell me, does his knot at least keep the seed in?"

Cream looked back at her mother. “The knot?"

“Yes. Miles is a canine. He should have a bulb at the root of his penis that inflates when he orgasms. It's meant to tie two lovers together so that the cum stays inside and inseminates. It stays that way anywhere from a few minutes to an hour or two. I take it you haven't experienced anything like that."

Apparently not, because now Cream was fascinated. “No! Though now I know what you're talking about. Tails has that, but I had no idea that's what it was for. Most of it is stuck inside his sheath. It doesn't really come out all that much."

“Cream, baby, please," pleaded Tails. “You don't have to tell her all that."

“Why not? You're not ashamed, are you?"

“I bet he is," said Vanilla. “You know a lot of men pride having big cocks. If Miles is anything close to as small as you say he is, I bet he's very self-conscious about it." She hit the nail on the head. Tails realized that she wasn't just pointing this out, but deliberately bringing it up to torment him. Perhaps it was payment for his failure to impregnate her daughter. Maybe it gave her some kind of sexual thrill. Whatever the reason, it had Tails squirming in his seat, red in the face, his tiny dick trying to break out of its sheath as the woman he'd crushed on for so long pulverized his paltry masculinity.

Cream was oblivious to it all. She scoffed out loud. “Well, that's silly! I like Tails' cock just the way it is! I can't even imagine it being any bigger! Do most girls like big cocks?"

“Well, most do, yes." Vanilla looked over at Tails again. “It's more important to some women than others, of course. I'm happy to see it's not that important to you. Clearly, he's not impressing anyone with what he's got. If he does, he'll impress them with how tiny his cock is."

Her words cut daggers into his heart in the most arousing way possible. His thighs closed together underneath the table. The embarrassment teetered between levels of intensity that either made him want to die or had him on the brink of cumming in his undies.

“Well, it doesn't have to impress anyone," declared Cream. She grabbed Tails' paw and squeezed it. “It's his cock and I love it. I don't care how big it is or how big every other guy's is. In my eyes, it's perfect. I love how tiny it is. I have sex with it every day."

A stupid smile split Tails' face. In the absolute blackness of his humiliation, he could count on Cream's glowing praise and defense, double-edged as it might have been. “Th-thanks, babe."

She turned and smiled at him. “No problem, sweetie." Then she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

It warmed Vanilla to see. “Awww, well I'm happy to hear that. I don't doubt how active his libido must be. I caught him looking at your ass on the way into the house."

Both Cream and Tails' smile vanished. “You did?" asked Cream. Vanilla nodded. “Oh, well that's OK. I know I have a big butt. He tells me how much he loves it all the time. Sometimes I sit on his face. He really enjoys that."

Tails nearly choked. “Uh-um! Cream, hold on. You don't-"

He was interrupted by Vanilla laughing. “Oh, I bet he does! Do you two ever 69? You know, perform oral on each other at the same time? I hope he knows how to eat out. He's not going to make you cum with that little thing."

“Oh, well haven't 69'd exactly, but I do like to play with his ding-ding while I sit on his face. And yes, he's very good at making me cum with his tongue. His willy might not make me cum on its own, but I love it so much that when I finger myself to it I can." Tails was looking away from the two women with his chin propped up on his fist. The other paw tapped away at the table. His peen was desperately trying to break through the phimotic seal of his sheath, gaining an added bit of force with every bit of description Cream supplied about their sex life.

Vanilla nodded along supportively. “Well, at least you're able to cum given the circumstances. I don't think I'd ever be able to with just that, whether I was fingering myself or not. I like my men extra hung. The bigger the better." The knife she'd planted in Tails' loins twisted deeper upon the image of her being fucked by well-endowed studs blossomed in his mind. “Does Tails last long?"

“What do you mean?" Cream asked.

“I mean how long does it take him to cum?"

“Oh, not long at all. It's almost always instantaneous. It's really cute actually. I just touch it or rub my paw around it and he spews. He can do it a bunch of times in a row, too. It makes him hump and shake. I…" Cream paused and did a little shimmy in her chair. “I'm sorry. Talking about all this is getting me hot." She looked at Tails. “I think we might have sex right when we get home. I don't know how much longer I can wait." Her paw came to a rest on his thigh, nearly throwing him over the edge right then and there.

He fought it back with a grunt and a wheeze. “Ahh~ Yeah, I can't either."

“Why wait?"

The couple looked across the table in perfect unison. Vanilla was still seated where she had been for the past half-hour, wearing that perfunctory smile. “I'm sorry?" begged Tails.

“I said why wait? I can tell the two of you are extra antsy with all that sex talk. I am too. You've stoked my curiosity something awful, and now I want to see what all the fuss is about. Maybe if I'm around while you two have sex I can give some pointers, that way Cream will finally catch child and I can finally stop nagging you two."

A look of panicked shock carved itself out of Tails' features. His heart went into a frenzy, rushing the blood into his ears and deafening him. The ruddy color of his cheeks was amplified tenfold, absorbing the whole of his face like a spreading wildfire. “Y-you… Vanilla, ma'am… You would do that?"

Cream was much less perturbed. Indeed, the idea interested her. “Are you sure, mom?"

“More than sure," Vanilla said before slowly standing up from her chair and walking around the end of the table where the couple could see her whole body. To Tails' further shock she began rolling up the front of her dress, bringing the bottom up her fantastically thick legs until everything from the waist down was in full sight. Tails' brain short circuited. The soft, varying colors of her legs acted like a flashbang. Her bloomers, a plain and simple garment on their own, sank into the outer curves of her hips, ass, and thighs softly. Most glaring of all was the shallow trench that her wet pussy carved into the very middle, the pearlescent white fabric made translucent by the blot of womanly fluid her arousal soddened it with. “You two got me all riled up, and I intend on doing more than just watching." It was no accident how intensely she looked at Tails. “I want to participate."

Right then and there, Tails came in his pants. His jaw, already slack from his state of surprise, flew open to let out a stuttering moan. “Nyee-uhhh~!" He grabbed Cream by the wrist while his body bucked and heaved in the chair. The cum he spewed was trapped in his sheath for several painful seconds before finally the seal broke around his cock tip and stained his tighty whities. His peepee was free at last, at the cost of cumming his brains out before either woman had touched him yet.

As if the embarrassment wasn't enough, he heard Vanilla laughing. “Oh, you've gotta be kidding me! He came just thinking about it! It's even worse than I thought." She let go of her dress, dropping the curtain on her curvaceous legs. “Once you've gotten a hold on yourself, come and join me upstairs in the bedroom. We'll drain whatever's left in that measly sack of yours." She did a slow twirl and sauntered out of the kitchen, that wagon of an ass grinding behind her, the bunny tail above it cocked up at a gay angle.

Cream woke Tails out of his orgasmic agony by pulling her wrist out of his grasp and patting his thigh. “Tails! Are you OK?"

He blinked back to reality amidst an intense afterglow. He looked at Cream with the embarrassment ingrained on his face. “Y-yeah… I… I came in my pants."

“I know you did." She looked over at the hallway where her mother had disappeared. “I think my mom wants to have a threesome." She said it like it wasn't anything abnormal.

“Yeah. I gathered that."

Cream stood up and took Tails by the elbow. “Well, come on. Let's not leave her waiting."

“What?" Tails hissed. “Are you serious?"

“Yes, I'm serious! It'll be fun. I wanna show her how fun our sex is and that it's OK to have a tiny weenie like you do. We'll change her mind on how she likes her dicks."

Tails was back to imagining Vanilla being railed by men with huge cocks. “Uh… I don't know."

Cream tugged on his arm. “It's OK. I'll be there the whole time. I'll make sure everyone's having fun, especially you. Won't it be nice having sex with two women at the same time?"

Tails thought of the many fantasies he'd had of fucking Vanilla, of having her sit on his face, of her coddling his tiny dick until he came. It bought him back to the brink just thinking about it. He stood up from his chair slowly. “Yeah, it would."

Cream smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I know it will. Come on. Let's go upstairs. Now I'm extra horny." Then she dragged him out the kitchen, all but skipping along the way so that her skirt bounced around her ass, her own little cotton tail flicking merrily. Tails met her pace, if a tad reluctantly. He couldn't even be bothered to look up Cream's skirt as the couple climbed the stairs. His mind was concocting what he would find in the bedroom out of anticipation. What would go wrong? What would go right? Was this even happening? Was Vanilla already naked? Tails saw the door leading to the master bedroom ajar when the two made it to the second floor. The only thing stopping him from leaning back and resisting was the intense erection inside his britches more than eager to see what awaited.

Husband and wife scurried into the bedroom to find an enormous K\king mattress with a massive mahogany frame. An armoire and two nightstands at its flanked matched its Victorian theme, much like the rest of the house. The sheets were like giant layers of cloudy fluff, the comforter sporting a top layer of elaborately woven fleece. Vanilla sat on the edge of the mattress opposite the side closer to the door. She was still wearing all her clothes, somewhat to Tails' disappointment.

“Happy for you to join me," she said calmly. Her fluffy paw smoothed itself across the sheet, bumping across the fleeced texture. “Please, take your clothes off and get comfortable. Don't wait on me."

She might've been clothed, but the sight of her on the bed combined with that supremely seductive invitation struck Tails dumb. Cream was faster, unhesitant to reach behind her and untie the string holding her blouse up so that she could casually pull it up and over her head. While getting ready to unclasp her overburdened bra she noticed Tails standing there watching transfixed. “What? Aren't you going to get naked?"

“Uh…" Vanilla was in the corner of his eye, waiting for his answer more pointedly than Cream did. “Y-yeah." First, he took off his shirt and stepped out of his shoes. Cream was undoing her bra and letting those enormous breasts of hers plunge into their natural shape, those wonderfully broad and pink nipples at their forefronts. It brought pause to Tails stripping, especially when she undid her skirt and pulled them down her legs along with her panties, rendering her totally nude.

Tails was brought back to reality by the sound of curt finger snaps. “Eyes on your own paper, boy," said Vanilla. “You'll have plenty of time to look at her in a little bit. Do momma a favor and show her what you've got under there."

It was the first time he'd heard any real diction in her voice. It was more than enough to get him moving. “Y-yes ma'am."

While he was unbuttoning his shorts she told him, “Leave your underwear on. I want to take them off myself."

His peepee shuddered. “Yes ma'am." He continued pulling the fly down before letting the shorts plummet to his ankles, leaving him in only his cum stained tighty whities and his matching socks. The cum felt cold on his willy, the splotch consuming a sizeable portion of his cup space. Vanilla chuckled at the sight of it, piling onto the weight of his humiliation. Even with his pitiful manhood covered he felt so terribly nude. The company of his even nuder wife did little to ease that pain.

Cream gently hooked her paw around his arm again whispered into his ear. “Come on. Let's go together."

That was better. Tails straightened his back and nodded. He met Vanilla's gaze head on. “Yeah. Right beside you." The couple marched towards the side of the bed where Vanilla sat. The older rabbit tracked them with her eyes each step of the way, amused by the bizarre image they painted: a totally naked, buxom bunny arm-in-arm with her scrawny, shorter fox husband with nary a cock bulge in his nut-moistened tighty whities.

Vanilla stood up from the bed and gestured to it. “Please, have a seat." Cream and Tails accepted the offer and sat, Tails to the right of Cream, their arms still locked. Vanilla tilted her head with an adoring coo. “Awww, so precious. You two really make the cutest pair."

“Thanks, mom," said a beaming Cream.

“Yeah, thanks… Vanilla." He very nearly said 'mom' too.

Vanilla nodded, then stared at Tails' underwear. “Now, let's see." She came closer with a single stride, crushing Tails' bravado and making him hang his head with his gaze averted finally. Vanilla fell to one knee, bringing herself eye level with the soft folds of his tummy and into the acrid odor fog of his cummy briefs. “Miles, lean back for me, sweetie." He obeyed with a meek gulp and leaned on his arms. “Thank you." She pinched his waistband with both paws and peeled it down, first revealing the matted fur wet with cum, then that infinitesimal organ Cream had lauded so fervently. Tails' jaw was clenched as he braced for her reaction. That bitty pink pole was jutted out his sheath by the very tip, baring only the slit and not its conical warhead, let alone the knot at its root.

Vanilla chuckled through her nose. “Well, well. It's even smaller than I imagined. Calling a carrot is doing it a favor. How pathetic."

And then Tails came again. His tummy swelled into the air with the sudden backwards arc of his spine. A desperate whimper shuddered out of him at the same time his penis dribbled another load out into his lap. Vanilla blinked and recoiled her head backwards out of surprise. She waited for the duration of Tails' orgasm to see if anything more than that milky cock water would come out while he humped the air wildly, but no. Why would there?

Cream was massaging her husband's shoulder while Vanilla giggled behind her paw. “Well, that's about what I expected. Now I see why you're not pregnant. Even if he had a cock that could punch to the womb, he's not giving you a child with that seedless drivel."

Tails was fighting to catch his breath while his lungs stuttered. He couldn't stop humping the air, not with Vanilla's beautiful face so close to his loins. “Huhhh! Huhhh… S-sorry. Sorry."

Cream reached across him to cradle his cheek and tell him it was OK. A less sympathetic Vanilla stood up. “Don't apologize. I doubt you can help it with a tiny dick like that." She scoffed. “'Dick'. I don't think that word is even appropriate. Little clitty is more like it."

Her insult made him shiver with delight. Cream shushed in his ear. “Shhhh, don't listen to her. Your little carrot is perfect. It doesn't need to change at all."

“It does if he ever wants to make a woman cum," Vanilla said. “You said you have to finger yourself or let him eat you out to get off."

Cream nodded. “Mmhmm. It helps the most when I sit on his face." Her paw slid across the edge of his jaw, presenting his blushing visage.

“Good, then I ought to see that in action." Vanilla looked at him. “Think you can make her cum with an audience? Or is that too much pressure for you and your pathetic dick to take?"

It might have been. He'd spent many hours trapped beneath Cream's bum, lapping away at her feminism until she came. Even when she was playing with his dick and making him cum, he could muscle his tongue through the pleasure and get the job done. But with Vanilla's titanic presence merely lingering nearby, it amplified the pressure by several magnitudes. She'd made him nut twice with just her words. With Cream's fat ass stuck on his face, he probably wouldn't function.

But he wasn't about to admit that, not in front of his wife. He gulped and nodded. “N-no. I can do it. I've done it plenty of times. Now's no different."

Vanilla nodded approvingly. “Good, because I think I'll be playing with that little clitty while you're at it. I want to see just how sensitive it really is."

He was afraid she'd say that. “Y-yes ma'am."

Cream tugged his arm. “C'mon, sweetie. Lay down over here and I'll get comfy~"

“OK," said Tails, but not without looking up at Vanilla for approval. The iron matriarch said nothing, nor did she stop him from scooting back onto the bed and lying on his back with his head towards the pillows.

Cream patted his shoulder. “There we go, now let me get ready." The mattress sank under the weight of her knee as she planted it astride his shoulder and threw the other one over him onto the other side. That precipitous cliff of soft, blubbery ass absorbed his view of the ceiling, replacing it with that fathomless crack and her two plump pussy lips. The heat of her holes swiped at his nose, making it twitch. With a heavy sheen glistening on her cunt, she wasn't lying when she said how horny she was.

Her cute face appeared upside down above him when she bent over to look at him through the thighs. “You ready?" she asked cheerily. Tails nodded.

“Deep breaths," said Vanilla, watching from the edge of the bed next to Tails' naked crotch.

Whumpf! Down came Cream, that obese posterior absorbing the entirety of Tails' head. Just the points of his ears poked out from beneath her giant cheeks. His nose split through the divide, falling right into the moistened space between her ember-hot tailhole and swampy cunt which squashed across his mouth. He greeted her with a hearty moan and wrapped his arms around her thighs. All her weight and body heat was crushed into his visage, that wonderful girl stink permeating into his fur like a fine oil.

Cream let out a long, happy purr as she got settled with a slow wiggle of the hips. Just the low groan of delight that rumbled in his throat was enough to elicit pleasure. She leaned forward with her hands splayed on his tummy, just above where his baby prick throbbed and leaked. Instinct made her want to touch it, but she was mindful of her mother just a few feet away. So she kept her hands where they were for the time being and focused on the slow, sensual grind of her ass on Tails' face. “Mmmmm, Tails, baby~" she moaned. “So sweet. Yes~"

It was a sexy and adorable thing to watch. Seeing her daughter hunched over atop Tails, the bottom of his chin flexing as he lashed away with his tongue at her cunt, that wimpy cock still leaking precum. All that made Vanilla rub her thighs together. It seemed unnecessary given she would eventually shed her dress and smother the lad in her own body. But for now, she remained an observer, hoping she'd get to listen to her daughter's orgasm wails.

Cream's head swooning back with her eyes closed and her mouth hung open in an O was a good sign. A doleful sigh escaped her as she began throwing her ass back in full, sweeping Tails' nose up the height of her ass crack and painting him in her cunt juices. “Yes… Ohhhh… Tails, sweetie. Mmmm…"

Tails didn't let her grinding absolve him of his duties. His tongue was still at work, lashing away at whichever orifice happened to slide by his mouth. Her pussy was incredibly wet, sending tears of its delectable juice trickling down his jaw and face. With every pass of it he would jab his tongue at her clit and draw a sharp gasp out of her. Neither were his paws idle; they drifted along her thighs, groping and squeezing her as they went.

Cream sat straight up, sinking his head further into the mattress and jutting her chest out. “Huhhh! Yes! Tails!" A steady bouncing motion rippled the flesh of her cheeks and tits. With every plummet came a crash of folds and curves threatening to sink the poor fox into the mattress. Her moans escalated, and so did her bouncing. “Yes! Yes! Huhhhh! YES!"

Tails weathered the storm, but things grew difficult when Vanilla added herself to the mix. Without a word she scooted closer and reached for his pecker which was still wet from his previous two orgasms. She grasped it with just the tips of her thumb and index finger. It was scalding to the touch and hard like rock. A thunderous pulse hammered inside. With that minute touch she got the reaction she wanted. His hips heaved into the air suddenly. Out spat a single flaccid rope of cum that barely reached a few inches into the air before it splatted down onto her paw. Following it were the more typical droplets that oozed more than they spurted. Vanilla massaged him with some gentle squeezes of the finger, refusing to let go even when he was done cumming. His hips continued humping erratically as if to buck her. “Hmph, you're so pathetic," she said in a dreary tone.

Tails felt as much as he moaned within Cream's ass. “Hrrnnnnnnggghh~! Hnnnnnnn!" Vanilla just made him cum. Vanilla, the woman he'd so dearly and secretly infatuated with for years, just grabbed his penis and made him ejaculate. The physical joy glowing through his loins was amplified by that knowledge. The woman seated on his face was all but forgotten about.

But Cream hadn't forgotten about him. Her bouncing didn't miss a beat, not when she was already so close. “Huhhh! Yes! YES! Tails! Huuuuuhhhhhhhh~!" She came to a stop upon her climax, that muscle-riveting joy making her head lurch back and her legs swing open even wider. The supple flesh of her body jiggled wildly. A throaty caterwaul barreled out of her. Tails was the recipient of her cream dolloping itself on his snout, each contraction of her cunt muscles ready to break his nose, it seemed. With Vanilla's tender grip on his wiener, however, he could've broken any bone in his body and he could've withstood it behind the joy of her handjob.

Cream relaxed slowly, her thighs and buttocks still twitchy amidst the aftershock. “Huhhh… Huhhh… Yes… He made me cum," she said, addressing her mother.

“Oh, I noticed. So did he, and rather easily." Vanilla lifted her cum-riddled paw limply, both amused and slightly unnerved by how thin and ineffective it was. It barely even smelled like cum. She wiped it on the inside of his thigh with an ever-so subtle grimace. “I don't think it will be the last time, no sir. He might not last long, but it looks like he makes up for it with the number of times he can cum."

Cream was busy prying herself off Tails by falling backwards onto the pillows. Tails came out with a gasp and a bug of the eyes, his visage marked in thickish girl nectar. “Is there a limit?" Cream asked. Her paw was between her legs, rubbing the flesh of her gnarled cunt lips.

“Well, for most men there is. He's never had to stop?"

“No," Tails answered honestly. “I haven't."

Vanilla grinned. “Perfect, but before we test the limits of that, there's something I need you to do for me." She crawled the rest of the way onto the mattress and knelt in front of the couple. “Tails, dear, help me out of these clothes, will you?"

A surge of adrenaline rushed through him, threatening him over the edge of another touch-free orgasm. Her every word cuts me to the core. She could tell me to mow the lawn and it'd have me cumming my brains out. “Yes ma'am." He craned his head back to look at his wife. Her pussy was right over his head, his view of her coming from between the legs. “Is that OK?"

“Of course it is, baby," Cream said sweetly. “I said I wanted to prove to her how nice sex with you was, now I want you to go do it."

That put him on the right track, almost like he was on a mission. He nodded. “Yeah." Sitting up he was greeted by the beautiful Vanilla still kneeling, waiting for him to take the next step. Quite suddenly he wasn't as sure of himself, almost like touching her was dangerous somehow.

Vanilla sensed his hesitation. “Here, I'll take the first step for you." She loosened the knot on her ascot and let it slither from around her neck. It left exposed the top few buttons of her vest already about to explode around the shape of her bosom. “Think you can handle the rest?"

It was a miracle he had made Cream cum while Vanilla was jerking him off. To strip the buxom bunny while she looked at him with those bedroom eyes seemed Herculean to the point of impossible. “Y-yes ma'am." A bold-faced lie. He sat upright and got on his knees to come closer. Just entering the fog of her pleasant lady smell had him ready to come timbering over. Two shaky paws reached for the top golden button on her vest. Though he trained his eyes on it, he couldn't possibly ignore her watching him. Just get it over with. How long have you been dreaming of this day? Do it. Do it now.

His fingers clasped the top button and pushed it through the hole. That part of the vest split apart and widened as he moved to the next button, then the next button. Soon the vest was undone, and she could shrug it off for him. Her giant breasts remained covered by her dress, but their Jovian immensity sprung at him all the same. Another rush of excitement made his peepee throb. He gave just a tiny hump. His tails were in a tizzy behind him. With her vest gone he didn't know where to go next. The dress had no visible opening point, at least not on the front side. He spent a moment darting his eyes around her, desperately searching for one.

“Here, sweetie," she said. She reached beneath her knees and pulled the bottom of the dress from out beneath her. It hung from her paws as she held it out to him. “Just pull it up and over. I'll lift my arms for you."

“R-r-r-right." He took the dress from her, already queasy from the sight of her knees. Lifting the dress revealed her thighs, then her underwear and the wet spot she'd showed him earlier. There was that pudgy tummy of hers followed by the great circumference of her lower bra cups. They were a velvety white color like her panties, covering all her tits except for the upper couple inches of cleavage. Like she promised, she lifted her arms so he could pull the dress the rest of the way off. Once it was, he held it in his hands stupidly, like he didn't know what to do with it.

Vanilla took the next step for him. “You can put that way. We won't be needing it." Tails simply tossed it aside and sat at attention like his bitty cock did. Cream came crawling up behind him and began massaging his shoulders so he'd relax. It helped, if just a little. The fox remained paralyzed by the sight of her bosom. The enormous rivets her nipples poked into the bra cups had caught him like a deer in headlights. Vanilla worsened the matter by reaching behind herself and unclasping her bra. The strap slingshotted from around her back and dangled at her sides while she calmly pulled the shoulder straps down her upper arms with one hand. The other was across the chest, holding the floodgates on her breasts. With a quiet voice and a suggestive tilt of the head she asked him, “Ready?"

No. “Yes ma'am."

“Good boy." Her arm lowered slowly, bringing that avalanche of chest down with it until it had settled into a healthy and heavy hang. The pattern of color was the same as Cream's with the ocean of pale white underbelly fur surrounding the spritely pink of those broad and beautiful nipples. They matched the immensity of her daughter's but featured a special sag from the added years of supporting such tremendous weights. Far from ruining their beauty, it added the allure of mileage and experience, that which Tails had already found profoundly sexy in the woman they were attached to.

His mouth fell open at the sight of them and let loose a bedraggled moan. “Eyehhh…"

A throaty chuckle from Vanilla. She squeezed her elbows together, swelling more of that terrific chest out at him with the nipples crossed inwards and pointed at each other. “You like them?"

Did he? His whole body was shivering. His hips were bucking at a scary pace, tiny jackhammers that brought about some heavy throbs of his little cock muscle. “Oh yeah~" he huffed.

“Mmm, I bet you want to touch them." He nodded dumbly. There was another pair of awesome breasts pressed into his back where his wife was hugging him and yet they didn't seem to exist. “And why should I let a shrimp dicked clitty like yours anywhere near these, hmm?"

That broke him out of his chance. He crumpled where he knelt, the ears on his head folding backwards. “Well… I don't know."

“Don't be mean, mom," pleaded Cream. Her arms wrapped around his abdomen and her chin rested on his shoulder. “I can tell you how much he loves big boobs. Don't wag them in front of his face and not let him touch them."

“He should've thought about that before he started fucking my daughter with that little dick without giving me a grandbaby, let alone bringing it onto my bed and cumming on my paw." It amazed Tails how she could wear that sweet smile and speak in that motherly tone while saying such heinous things. It drove him fucking wild, further driving his chaotic humps.

“I'm sorry," he whimpered.

Vanilla's eyes drifted off to the side in a sort of eyeroll. “It's alright. I know your tiny dick can't help it." She unsqueezed her elbows and made her tits drop. “Go ahead and touch them. You can cum too, if you want, not that you have any control over that."

He nearly came right there. “Th-thank you! I-I'll try not to cum… too fast. Your breasts are fantastic. I-"

“Are you going to keep talking or are you going to start touching?" she demanded in what was the first flash of anger that day.

He jolted. “Y-yeah." He swooped his paws up and cupped the underside of her tits. They were as soft and as heavy as they looked, exceeding what he'd imagined for so long. A goofy sigh rolled out of him as he began sinking his fingers into their gossamer curves and rolling them around. He watched them sway about her chest to his direction like a child watching their RC car dart about a parking lot, barely able to believe that it was all in his control. This was Vanilla, the most gorgeous woman in the world, the woman he'd crushed on for so hard and so long, his wife's mother.

“Nyuhhhhh~!" Another ejaculation. More cum and more rapid humps. His grip on her boobs tightened, fueling the longevity of his climax until the last of it had oozed into a puddle on the sheet between his open legs. On the downswing he opened his eyes which had been scrunched shut and realized how tightly he was holding Vanilla's breasts. He pulled them away and apologized, stuttering as he went. “S-s-sorry! I… Huhhh…"

Vanilla didn't seem too perturbed, not that she ever was. “No, it's fine. It's what I expected. I'm amazed you didn't cum in your britches when I opened the front door today."

Cream rubbed his tummy and gave his cheek a kiss. “I think it's adorable. I love it when he cums so easily~"

“Well, if he cums so easily just touching my breasts, lets see how easily he cums fucking them~" Vanilla pointed a finger at him and stabbed it into his sternum, trapping the air in his lungs like she'd tased him. “Cream, darling, move aside so Tails can lie down, alright?" Cream shuffled away from him. Once she was out of the way, Vanilla jabbed her finger into his chest and sent him timbering back into the sheets.

He landed with a bounce, barely able to breathe with that spot in his chest ringing from her poke. Vanilla got on her fours between his legs. Her tits dangled from her chest wildly as she came closer so that they hovered over his crotch. Tails' eyes went wide. A word of caution nearly came out of him but was cut off by Vanilla settling her bosom into his lap. It had the desired effect, launching Tails into a spine-bending orgasm that had his eyes bugging and his jaws agape, that wormy pink tongue spasming in its toothy cave. A choked whimper swept from his throat. This was the hardest he'd cum yet, his soul and body soaring on a cloud of pure delight. His tiny cum spurts were absorbed by her cleavage, now fully crumpled atop his loins.

“Oh, would you look at that? He's cumming already. What a surprise." Her sarcasm poured fuel on his pleasure. His back unbent and settled back on the sheet, but not without the sporadic humping which poked his dicklet into the heavenly cumulus that was her chest.

When he looked down, he saw that pretty face that had invaded his dreams for so long looking back from just above his pubis. Just like that he was spewing some more, a primal howl of joy bellowing out of him. “Hyeeeuuuggghhhhh~!"

“That's it, clitty boy," cooed Vanilla. Her paws went to the sides of her breasts so she could massage them around his willy. “Cum on these tits. I know you want to."

That he did, again and again, each climax rolling in after the other as he found himself drowning in a pit of raw dopamine. His chest and stomach heaved. Whimpers and squeaks came out with each exhale. Just looking down and seeing what she was going made things worse. Even Cream had never seen him act so crazy. Some level of jealousy bit at her that it was her mother making him do this, not her.

She wouldn't take it sitting down. Tails opened his eyes when he felt the bed around his head shifting. Greeting him was a familiar sight: that wagon of an ass hovering over him again, ready to come crashing down. There wasn't much time before it did, Cream plummeting right back down atop his head like she had just a few minutes ago. The top of his head poked out between her thighs where she could see his scrunched-up eyes. Muffled groans echoed out from beneath her, buzzing into her clit.

She scratched the hair on his head and moaned. “Yes, baby. Huhhhh… Don't forget about me. Huhhh…"

“Oh, he wouldn't dare," said Vanilla. She stopped the titjob and knelt back upright, the whole of her cleavage lathered in that ineffective man nectar. She walked on her knees and placed herself astride Tails' torso, right behind her daughter. Her arms reached around Cream and fondled her breasts, her own smushed into her upper back.

A sharp gasp sucked into Cream. She blushed hard and looked over her shoulder to see her mother's smiling face. “M-Mom!"

“Hush, sweetie. Let momma take care of you." Vanilla's index fingers poked into the summit of Cream's teats and rolled tight, loving circles. She kneaded and groped the flesh assertively while nuzzling Cream's cheek. “Don't you think he'll love this? Two girls as pretty as us sitting on him and playing with each other?"

Hearing that sultry whisper right into her ear was almost too much, even for Cream. She blushed hard, half from embarrassment, half from the sweet tingles blowing through her nipples. “Y-yeah…" Tails reminded her of his presence beneath her with a small lick into her flower. She gasped and looked down to see the upper part of his blushing face as he struggled to provide her womanhood the same level of worship he had earlier.

Vanilla purred. “And it looks like you're enjoying it too~" Then she kissed Cream on the corner of her mouth, persuading her to turn her head so that they could kiss straight-on. A heavy shudder rolled through Cream before she settled and returned the kiss, tongue included, her hips humping and rolling atop Tails' face as she murred and whimpered into her mother's warm, loving maw.

Tails heard the smack of their lips through the muffle of Cream's thighs. He creaked his eyes open to see them kissing atop him, their cheeks bulging around the wrestle of their tongues. Hmmmmmmm~!" That long moan of his signaled another orgasm. Up went his hips in a series of humps, more cum bubbling out of his dicklet and onto his tummy. His tongue struggled to continue with the task of eating Cream out, but she carried the slack with some heavy grinds up his face. Her mouth opened from Vanilla's to let out a loud moan.

Vanilla pulled away just a little, still close enough so that their breaths intermingled. “Are you gonna cum, sweetheart?"

“Huhhhh! Yes! Soon… It feels so good…"

“Mmm, I know it does. Sitting on that handsome face of his is the best way to get an orgasm out of him, isn't it? Still not as easy as making him cum. He's cumming right now just watching us."

Cream could tell from his grunts and squirms. She laughed. “Hahah… It's so cute. Sometimes he cums when I… Huhhh… Dress up for him…"

“Oh yeah? And what do you dress up as?"

“Mmmm… Things he makes me wear…. Huhhh… Video game characters… Rouge the bat… a dress that looks a lot like yours…"

In the middle of his orgasmic throes Tails was begging, screaming for Cream to shut up. The humiliation was something crushing, a weight more terrible than even her pussy grinding up and down his face. “Like mine?" asked Vanilla. “Why doesn't that surprise me? Boy's had a crush on me forever. I bet he makes you dress like that so he can pretend you're me."

Cream's eyes opened with a look of confusion. “Nnnn… Wha-what..?"

“You haven't seen the way he looks at me? I can barely move without making him look at my tits or my ass. Horny little thing just can't keep his eyes where they're supposed to be. When he isn't looking at me, he's looking at you."

A huffing, puffing Cream looked down at Tails. “Mmm… Is that true, Tails?" He couldn't speak or nod with her atop him, but the look in his eyes answered well enough. “Oh…"

Guilt speared Tails' heart, even as he was in the middle of cumming it out. Surprisingly, Vanilla came to his defense. “Don't feel bad, sweetheart. He chose you, not me. I heard the way he talked about you at the dinner table. No faking that, or the way you talk about him. You two were made for each other. I wouldn't spend my life with a wimpy dicked loser like him anyway."

“Hmmmmm! Hnnnnnffff!" That was Tails' way of thanking her, though the insult she tacked on at the end made him cum.

Vanilla smooched Cream's cheek. “But excuse me if I want to give him a ride just this once. I still haven't cum yet, so I intend on using that face of his."

Cream managed to slow her grinding to a halt. “Unh… Yes ma'am." She pulled off his head on a pair of shaky legs. Tails gasped with yet another serving of hot, aromatic girl juice swept across his face and spiking the fur. Stars were dancing in his eyes when Cream was replaced by the taller, heftier Vanilla who made sure to turn around so that she was facing his legs. She got into position over him, legs astride his torso, blubbery ass jiggling into place above him, that scorching feminism dripping onto his chest.

She smiled at him through her legs. “Got enough oxygen?"

He could've used a few more breaths, but the sex-crazed gray matter had no hope of making rational decisions, not with that goddess of a woman hovering over him so big and beautiful. He nodded like an idiot. “Yes. Please, sit on me. I wanna make y-"

Whumpf!

The last word was hushed into a murmur by the sudden crash of her ass. Vanilla punctuated it with a back and forth twist which drove his snout deeper between her pillowy cheeks. “Mmmm, that's it. Eat momma's pussy and make her cum~"

A good soldier follows orders. His scrawny arms whipped around her thighs and pulled on her at the same time he dove into her hot, squelching cunt. It possessed a heat and a flavor unique to Cream's. The tickling wink of her tailhole on his nose was kinder and gentler, somehow, but still possessing that greedy heat which infused with his face. It only drove him to lash at her pearl harder so that the sound of their orifices mashing rang almost as loudly as Vanilla's response.

“Ohhhh-hhhh-hhhh~ Yes… Oh, he knows what he's doing. Huhhhhh~"

Cream giggled. “I told you." She wandered around to his lap and got in position over his crotch. Down came her soaked sex pot atop his wiener, triggering another orgasm in him. She humped him the same way she had his face while twiddling her clit with two of her fingers. “Huhhhh, yes… Oh, I love his little carrot so much. Mmmm…"

Vanilla sat upright, performing something of a belly dance as her ass sawed on him, but never too far so that her cunt left his worming tongue. “Nnf. I… Ohhh… I prefer his face. Huhhh… He's a lot… more suited here. Huhhhh!" Her head swooned backwards. “Not like that… puny cock of his." He was already in another roll of perpetual climaxes. Such denigration was exquisite.

Cream started humping and fingering faster just to spite her. “Huhhh… I think it's cute. Ohhh! I love it when he cums… He… does it so much… I can feel him throbbing, cumming… Oh God, it feels so good… Yes… Huhhhhhhhhhh~"

Vanilla laughed. “Hahahhhh… I think that's your finger talking… Fuck… Oh shit..."

Finger, dicklet, tongue, whatever the fox employed to please his two passengers worked to turn them into a pair of bouncing, wailing sirens just a few moments later. Again, he needn't rely on his tongue work to please the woman on his face with her barbaric humps doing most of the work. Cream was making him cum with her pussy, but he would've done so anyway with how kindly Vanilla treated him and how viciously she mocked his manhood.

“Huhhh! Fuck! You fucking… shrimp dicked loser… Little clitty… Ohhhh Gooooood… Yes!" She was getting off from it as much as he was. At last, she was at her peak, the humping coming to a screeching end by the violent quake of her lower body. Her head whipped forward, jabbing her chin into her collar with her best O-face on. Her scream was deafening. “HEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEUUUGGHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!"

Tails was ready with his mouth open, that surge of cum falling into it with the violent contraction of her cunt muscles. That awful sound Vanilla made was what sent Cream off. She joined her mother with a similar caterwaul of her own, one perfectly harmonized as a daughter's would be. The two spasmed in unison, jittering Tails and the whole bedframe beneath them. In the middle of it all he experienced his own final orgasm, one lost in the flood of his wife's eruption.

It faded away gradually, the three lovers left utterly spent. A whimpering Cream slumped forward atop her husband, the top of her head brushing her mother's tummy. Vanilla had to reach behind her and grab the headboard to keep herself from collapsing. She was kind enough to roll her crotch off Tails so he could breath. His face was utterly glazed in cum, a fat slug of Vanilla's vanilla wreathed around his lips.

“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…" huffed Vanilla. It took some effort, but she was able to maneuver her way down the bed so she was laying beside the couple. “Cream, sweetie, move that way please," she asked while politely poking Cream in the side. Cream fell wayward with a sigh, leaving room for Vanilla to cuddle up to tails. He was sandwiched between them, their big, fluffy bodies coddling him in a warm softness that had him ready to pass out finally. Keeping him awake was the storm of sweet kisses from both women, those which cleaned up the sexual mess that painted his visage.

Blushing hard, exhausted, and spent of cum, he managed a weak smile. “Thanks… That was… fun."

“Yes, it was~" agreed Cream before giving him a fat, sloppy smooch on the cheek.

“I think so too," said Vanilla. “Maybe your little dick is good for something after all, if just to make fun of."

His peepee throbbed painfully. “Nnn… Yes ma'am."

Vanilla smiled and kissed his other cheek. “I might not get a grandchild out of you, but I did get an adorable lover. I think that more than makes up for it. What do you think?"

Tails' eyes tracked over to her slowly. There was the face he'd adored for so long, the one he'd seen in his daydreams, the one whose voice he hoped would lather him in sweet praises. It did the opposite, but that made him feel just as good. Then there was the face of the woman he truly loved, the one who made them the happiest man in the world, happier than her mother ever could. Both were laying on him, chests flattened against his, their pretty faces smiling. It made him feel like a king. “Yeah," he said. “I think that's pretty good."

THE END