Tails' mind was muddled. Her eyes were heavy. Her body ached for any sort of stimulus. She was hardly conscious when light filtered through the windows and woke the three women—two futanari Mistresses, and one young slave—up.
Guilt, as well as her Mistress' orders and the drugs rampaging through her system, kept her awake. Tails prayed that she would receive some mercy, even the tiniest tease of her little clittg. Just a small touch would be enough to send her over the edge.
But she passed out.
In her dreams, Tails was a foot tall. She couldn't move or do anything. She couldn't even turn her head, but that was fine. She gazed upon her Mistress, who was regular size, and her cock, which was anything but.
She grabbed Tails and pressed the tip of her massive penis between her legs. In the dream, Tails no longer had her worthless penis and sterile balls. She had a proper pussy, one meant for deep dicking. She wasn't a woman either, though, she was what the Gods had intended her to be, a sex toy.
Rouge used her like a fleshlight. Her stomach expanding an enormous amount, it would've killed her in real life. Tails felt nothing. No pleasure. No pain. She was a toy, after all. But she did feel something. Her Mistress' love. She loved how Tails felt around her cock.
That gave Tails an undeserved feeling of elation. But what else could a disposable toy like her ask for?
The dream went on for eternity. Rouge kept using her toy. The world shattered around them. The planet withered and burned away with the explosion of the sun. The stars blinked out of existence. And everything was pitch black.
For all eternity, and then some, Tails would continue to be her Mistress' sex toy. She wasn't sure if she should be allowed to be this happy.
After a billion years of stroking, Rouge's cock stiffened. She came into her toy. Tails' stomach expanded, growing larger and larger with each passing second, until her womb was the size of a planet.
Pop.
The Big Bang.
The universe began again. And Tails woke up.
It took her a moment to get a feel for her surroundings, but was confused when she finally did. Tails was no longer in the hotel room, no, but she was somewhere she was quite acquainted with.
A bedroom of orange walls with white and pink floral printings. Wooden furniture, painted white with red heart shaped knobs. A king size canopy bed, dressed with pink and red hearts, and covered in plushies.
This was Cream's room.
Tails was in her bed, nude and cageless. She went over to the full length mirror in the corner and examined herself. Her nipples were still pierced. Her womb tattoo sat atop her white coat. Her clitty was still pathetically small.
All was right with the world.
The door opened and Vanilla stepped in. The stunning, busty milf were only an apron. Her heavy breasts stretched the cloth and spilt out of its sides. Her nipples like buttons on the thin piece. The apron was short, barely covering her thighs, allowing her large, third member to swing beneath the helm.
Vanilla beamed. "Oh, good, you're awake."
"Good . . . Good morning, Van . . . M-Mistress," Tails stuttered.
Vanilla giggled and strutted over to the foxy femboy. "Tails, you don't need to call me that." She gently grabbed her arm and guided her to the bed, where they both sat. "Just call me Mommy."
"O-Okay . . . M-Mommy."
"See, doesn't that sound nice?" Vanilla hugged Tails, pressing her breasts into her face. She smelled of vanilla.
"Where's Mistress Rouge?" Tails asked.
"Oh, probably at her penthouse," Vanilla answered. "Working in my little Cream."
"I've been replaced?" Tails gasped, tears brimming in her eyes. "Of course I was. I'm so useless. I can't even make my Mistress cum."
Genuine tears cascaded down Tails' cheeks. She didn't blame her Mistress for getting rid of her. If only Tails was a proper sex toy, she wouldn't be feeling so hopeless.
"Oh, sweetie, don't cry," Vanilla said, and held her replacement daughter gently. "You're not replaced."
"I-I'm not?"
"No, Rouge is just a little . . . disappointed, is all. So I lent her Cream for a while to deal with her stress. In the meantime, she asked me to train you."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. When I'm done with you, you'll be the best cum dump in the whole world."
Tails wiped away her tears. This was no time to be feeling down. Her Mistress was waiting for her to become more useful. So with that thought, Tails perked up.
"Thank you . . . Mommy," she said. "Work me hard."
"That's the spirit." Vanilla grabbed Tails and placed her atop her gorgeous thighs. Next, she stroked her large cock a few times to get the blood flowing. "First let's see what you're made of."
"Yes, Mommy."
Tails got to work. First, she rubbed her little clitty against the superior cock to get it warmed up. Next, she trickled her drool all over Vanilla's member and used her hands to spread it. Once it was nice and glistening, Tails stood up and pressed the tip against her bussy.
"C-Can I, Mommy?" Tails asked.
"Go ahead, sweetie," Vanilla answered.
With her permission, Tails slowly sank into the cock, moaning and gasping all the way down. As a cock addict completely loyal to her Mistress, she could easily compare other cocks to Rouge's. Vanilla's was probably an inch or two shorter, but had a much wider girth.
Vanilla stretched out Tails' fuck hole. The latter twitched, her back arching, her stomach bulging with futa cock. Her own tiny clitty grew an inch long, spazzing out. Tails tried to stop the oncoming sissygasm, but was a fraction of a second too late.
She sprayed clear, worthless seed all over Vanilla's apron.
"I'm so sorry, Mommy," Tails gasped. "I didn't mean to cum."
"Shh, it's okay, my darling," Vanilla cooed to the femboy. "Just for today, you have my permission to cum freely."
"But I don't deserve it, Mommy."
"Just for today," Vanilla repeated. "Go on."
Conflicted, Tails stood up, pulling the cock out of her. Little did she know, Vanilla had drugged the poor femboy while she was asleep, so Tails body was extra sensitive.
How sensitive, you may ask? Well, simply by pulling Vanilla's cock out of her bussy, Tails felt another ensuing sissygasm coming up.
"No, no, wait, why—" Tails cried, and came again.
She had never had two consecutive orgasms in a row. She was fortunate enough to be granted just one. The intensity of the second sissygasm caused her to lose her footing, and she sank right back down onto Vanilla's member.
Tails screamed as her clitty came for a third time. She was half conscious at that point. Her teary eyes rolled back. Her mouth overflowed with drool. Her body and limbs limp. The only reason why she was still up was because Vanilla's cock kept her spine upright.
"I'm sorry," Tails whispered. "I'm so sorry."
"Hmm, I'm starting to understand your shortcomings," Vanilla stated. "No pun intended."
She grabbed Tails by the armpits and stood up. The latter sank deeper into the cock, having a micro-orgasm along the way.
"Deep down, you're still scared," Vanilla said.
She pulled Tails up to the tip of her cock and dropped the slave boy down. Tails had her fourth orgasm. It had nearly been a year since Tails swore fealty to Rouge, and never was she allowed to cum that much, much less in a single day and sitting.
Given the freedom of orgasms was a rare delicacy for the foxy femboy. She wasn't sure if she should indulge or feel ashamed. Lust and pleasure corroded her mind.
"You're scared of getting hurt," Vanilla said. "You're scared of disappointing Rouge. And oddly enough, you're still scared of big cocks."
Before she knew it, she was back on the bed and on all fours. Vanilla's fingers clawed into Tails' feminine hips, pushing her cock into her bussy.
"But don't worry," Vanilla assured her. "I'll fix you up real nice. No matter how long it takes."
Mercilessly, she thrusted into the fox slave. Each push, each pull, sent Tails to heaven. She sissygasmed like a wild, whorish animal.
A small part of her, who still saw the logic and reasoning as a sex slave, tried to get a tight grip around her little clitty to keep from cumming. But Vanilla then grabbed her arms and pulled them back.
Tails continued to shamefully cum all over Cream's bed, until the meager amount of bitch fluid in her tiny balls ran dry. Her inch long clitty went limp, shrinking back into her crotch. Vanilla's thrusting never ceased and Tails continued to have dry orgasms over and over. Her mind went blank, only coming back alive when Vanilla reached her first orgasm.
In a second, Tails' stomach burst, filling up with cum. The force of cumming was so strong that Tails literally shot off of Vanilla's cock. Thick white ropes sprayed all over Tails and Cream's bed. The red and pink bed became all white. The suffocating scent of vanilla filled the room.
Barely conscious, Tails' tongue took a curious lick of the cum dripping over her head. It was intoxicatingly sweet. No normal person could produce semen that tasted like this.
Tails, as she drifted off to sleep, realized why they called her Vanilla.