This one deserves a little explanation. You see, this is going to shock you, I, Sinful Nature, a smut-writing, go to Rule34. Shocking right? Well, one of the subjects I frequent is Sonic the Hedgehog. The more I looked, the more a story started to form out of dozens of pictures made by dozens of different artists. It was actually kind of intriguing, like close encounters of the sexy kind. One night, I decided to put all the pieces in order and now we have this.
Vanilla the rabbit was jerking off. She put all her will power into muffling her moans as she moved her hand back and forth over her cock with deadly speed. Cream couldn't hear her, couldn't know she was doing this.
Life had been difficult since the Shift. Half the populous had gone stir crazy, the chemicals in there head drove them mad with lust. And Cream was the only thing left in reach with a pussy.
Vanilla hadn't realized how difficult it would be to keep her daughter safe from the sex-crazed Mobians. Even the good ones snapped eventually. Blaze had lost it first, grabbing Cream and trying to pull her into the bushes so she could fuck her, only to get a foot to the head from Vanilla. Her daughter was as innocent as could be, and no matter how hard it got, she intended to keep it that way.
But then the worst had happened. Vanilla had found herself getting hard from the thought of Cream's pussy. All she needed to do was go up stairs and Cream would be right there for her to-
Vanilla gasped when she realized what she'd been fantasizing about.
So now here she was, in her room, her face in her pillow, jerking herself to high heaven and trying to think about anything other than Cream.
'Vector. Vector's thrusting his cock into my pussy. Cream's pussy-no! Sonic. He was always quite a looker. It would've felt great to be fucked by him. Maybe Cream could join us.'
Then Vanilla came, shooting jet of hot seed on her sheets. She collapsed on her bed, nearly falling asleep. She couldn't though, she still needed to do the routine lock down.
Ever since Vanilla had realized just how many of the citizens wanted to fuck her daughter, and how desperate they were to do so, she'd gone through a system of making sure that every door and window was locked and reinforced, checking the intruder alarms to make absolutely certain they hadn't been tampered with, and making sure that, if someone did get inside, there would always be a weapon within arms reach. She'd done this every night.
It wasn't that Vanilla didn't trust the girls of Mobius, they were her friends; the problem was that after a while, they got too lustful, and stopped being good people.
"Mommy, why do you lock all the doors every night?" Cream asked as Vanilla tucked her into bed. "To keep you safe honey." Vanilla told her. "Safe from what?" Cream asked. Vanilla's heart tore.
"Honey, you remember how strange people started acting when all the boys went away?" Vanilla asked. "You mean like when miss Wave tried to tackled me with her hover board for no reason?" "That's right. You see, people are still a little crazy like that. We have to be careful." Vanilla said, kissing Cream on the forehead. "Okay mommy. Goodnight." Cream said. "Good night darling."
Vanilla sat bolt upright in her bed, face to face with Wave the swallow. "How-how did you get inside?" Vanilla questioned. "Please," Wave waved her off, "I figured out how to get in here on night two."
Seeing Vanilla's horrified look, she said, "Don't worry, I haven't defiled your daughter. In fact, I'm here to offer a little protection for her."
"What do you mean?" Vanilla asked. "Well, being a rouge, I've built up a sizable fortune in my time. Lots of money means lots of security. Face it, it's only a matter of time before the others figure out how I got in." Wave explained.
"What's in it for you?" "Oh you'd pay me of course. A regular fee for first class protection." Wave handed Vanilla a piece of paper with the price. Vanilla's mouth fell open at the sight of far too many zeros.
"I can't afford this!" Vanilla exclaimed. "I guess I could cut the price in half, if you paid me in another way." Wave said grinning.
Vanilla thought for a long moment. Even cut in half, Wace was asking for a lot of money. But cut in half, it was at least possible to get the money, somehow. Vanilla slipped off her night gown, and bent herself over the bed.
Wave licked her lips and grabbed Vanilla's ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks. Vanilla grit her teeth as Wave forced her fat, eight inch cock into Vanilla's puckered hole.
"Aghn! So tight, I wonder how you managed that." Wave grunted as she thrust back and forth. Vanilla moaned, pleasure flooding her as Wave pumped her ass. Vanilla reached down to stroke her cock, which had gotten very hard very fast.
Wave grabbed Vanilla's hands and held them behind her back. Vanilla whined in frustration. The feeling of Wave pumping her anus felt great, but the pressure building up in her own cock was getting uncomfortable. It only got worst the longer it went on.
After nearly twenty minutes, Wave came in Vanilla's ass, filling her with hot cum. The moment Wave pulled out of her, Vanilla rolled over and began rubbing her dick ferociously. With her eyes shut tight, Vanilla didn't noticed Wave stroking herself as she watched.
Five minutes later, the two came almost simultaneously. "H-half off." Wave said panting, "But if you want me to keep Cream safe, I'll need the other half by the end of the week. And remember, your payments are regular." Wave winked and vanished into the darkness of the room so she could leave the way she'd come in.
Vanilla knew that Wave wouldn't let Cream get hurt, so long as she got pain. And she thought she might know how to get the money.
"Okay sweetie, take off you dress." Vanilla said. Cream didn't know why her mom needed to take pictures of her in her underwear, but she didn't argue. The moment Cream's dress was on the ground, Vanilla snapped several pictures.
"Okay, now take off your underwear." Vanilla said. "Why?" Cream asked. "Please Cream, it's important." Vanilla told her. Vanilla had it all worked out. She would sell pictures of Cream for one hundred dollars, pictures of her in her underwear for five hundred, and pictures of her naked for a thousand.
It sounded crazy, but with everyone's minds like they were, they'd gladly pay.
Cream removed panties and bra and Vanilla took more pictures. She had Cream pose for some of them, bend over and have her squeeze her own ass or pinch her own nipples.
But Vanilla needed a ringer, something that the people would pay almost anything for; and she already knew what it was.
Vanilla sat the camera to record video. "Okay Cream, now sit on the bed and spread your legs." Cream did as her mother instructed. "Okay, now..." This would be the hard part. Vanilla almost didn't trust herself to watch, "Rub your crotch with your hands." Cream was unsure why she was being asked to do this, but did so anyway.
Or at least, she tried. Cream had been raised innocent, and knew nothing of masturbation, or even self-pleasure as a concept. She pawed at her slit clumsily, not really doing it right.
Now, Vanilla probably could have simply instructed her daughter what to do, but in her mind, she had to show her. Vanilla walked over and sat behind Cream, grabbing her wrists to help direct them. "Like this Cream, don't be so shy about it." Vanilla said, guiding her hands.
Cream started to get the hang of it, slipping a finger inside herself and moaning. Inevitably, Vanilla got hard. Painfully hard. So painfully hard in fact, that she was willing to risk stroking herself while sitting mere inches behind her daughter.
Vanilla wathed Cream's long ears sway as she shook with the pleasure of rubbing her pussy for the first time. In that moment, Vanilla's mind was swimming with lust, and she reach out, grabbing her daughters long ears, and wrapping them around her length. Cream didn't even seem to notice.
Vanilla groaned in pleasure, overwhelmed by the softness rubbing against her cock, the soft moaning of her daughter in front of her adding to the pleasure of it all. It went on for ten minutes before Cream came. The sound of Cream reaching her first orgasm pushed Vanilla over the edge, and she let out several hot strands of cum onto Cream's back.
"Wh-what was that mommy?" Cream asked. "I'll explain it when your older Cream, right not you need to get washed up." Vanilla said. Cream obediantly left to take a shower.
Vanilla picked up the camera, it had recorded everything. She would be able to set her own price for this. 'Hmmm,' Vanilla thought, 'I wonder if I should get a few pictures of Cream in the shower, just in case...'