The Carnival has hit full swing in the streets of the City of Requited Love. The newest festivities are rides and attractions that amaze, excite, and titillate.
“Oooh, I’m so excited!” the short cervine lady says, her hooves shaking and tail twitching. The blindfold her hubby got for her keeping their ultimate destination a surprise. However, she smells the grease, and the sounds of the grinding of the metal hint to her something she might love.
“Just wait a minute, Lerato, dear,” says her male counterpart, holding onto her mechanical glove and leading her with their hooves clopping through the street. “Here you go, my poem,” he says, swishing the blindfold off her. “The perfect ride for the two of us on this hectic day.”
“Lovemore…” Lerato says, staring up at the attraction before them. “Here, I thought we would try out the roller coaster, the big wheel, or something. This is… a dark ride?”
“A slow ride, Lerato!” Lovemore says, fluttering his big eyes.
“An… intimate ride?” Lerato says, biting her lip.
Lovemore nods his ascent.
The two skip around each other, giggling gleefully before they clasp hand in hoof and move up to the line.
The ride operator is one of the masked carnival workers dressed in elaborate frills. They place a hand to their heart and bow before the two newcomers. “Welcome, welcome to the Tunnel of Terror. Who knows what frights hide in the water? Let the mystery build the excitement in your minds as you face your fears inside the tunnel!”
“It looks so spooky,” Lerato says, hopping up on the platform next to the boat.
“Truly, there can’t be anything too terrifying here, my dear,” Lovemore says, following her with a more careful step. “Not after all our adventures together.”
Lerato rolls her eyes and slips into one of the two seats in the little heart-shaped boat. She pats the space next to her, fluttering her eyes. “You sure you’re not scared, Lovey-dovey?”
Lovemore adjusts his glasses between two hooves and slips on into the seat next to his companion. “My, this is a bit snug.”
“All the better to hold close to your loved ones when you face the spooks of the sea.” Says the operator, wiggling their fingers.
“Spooks or not, let’s go!” Lerato says, tapping the fingers of her mech glove on the side of the boat.
“Please keep your hands in the vehicle at all times, madam.” The operator says before pulling the lever, which unlocks their boat, sending it flowing down the gently running river.
A moment later, the two deer are whisked off into the darkness.
“So, dear deer,” Lovemore says, leaning in and whispering into Lerato’s ear. “How long do you suppose this ride is?”
Lerato turns away from Lovemore, gripping the side of the boat and watching with wide eyes as a mechanical ghoul pops out from the side, letting out an ethereal groan.
“Look at that! Pure entertainment and artistry in such a simple design!”
Lovemore sighs and sits back, crossing his arms over his chest and puffing his cheeks.
Steam hisses out against them, water sprays over them, and various ghosts and monsters appear out of nowhere. 
There comes a moment, though, when the water underneath their boat disappears, and the two go into a freefall, down, down, down. Both scream, clutching onto each other as the nose of their little craft points downward before it splashes them, soaking their hair and clothes.
Despite the harrowing experience, or rather, because of it, the two cling to one another, chest pressed to chest, their racing heartbeats in sync with one another as their small vessel chugs its way onward through the dark path.
There could have been more frights throughout the ride, but the two do not notice. That was when the ride clicks, and they turn their attention away from the experience they paid for and towards the experience they came for. The two rub their noses together, holding onto each other’s shaking and startled bodies. They rub cheeks, their tears staining each other’s fur. With little cooing squeaks, the two tiny deer move hands over each other, and soon they lock lips together.
Soon, they pull away and Lerato licks Lovemore’s cheek, a sultry gaze upon her eye. “If I were designing this ride, I would make it so we’re near the end here.”
“Y-yeah, that makes sense.”
“But you know what? I don’t think you’re ready for this ride to end,” she says, nuzzling against his neck.
His eyes flutter, and he sighs. “N-no, my love.”
“Wanna hop out of this boat and take a closer look at what goes on in the Tunnel of Terror?”
He smirks, squeezing her tighter. “Mmm, I wouldn’t mind peeking through the veil of horror to find the truth I was not meant to know.”
“Oh, believe me,” Lerato says, hopping out of her seat, holding out her hand, “You already know what depths you’ll be plumbing, hubby bunny.”
With a happy little squeak, Lovemore hops out of the boat, the two leaving their transport behind in the dark river as they make their way through the maintenance and operator passageways.
Meanwhile, the boat chugs along its given path, passing through a magical field before turning off back into the docking station. There, the operator stands, watching through with covered eyes, gripping tightly to the lever.