Stifled giggles and the clopping of hooves breach the darkness of the so-called “Tunnel of Terror.” The old mill ride has already supplied the two Dik-Dik turtledoves with a bit of a thrill. The two scamper through the darkness on their own, hiding in a little corner by one of the displays.
In this scene, one that they had passed with little attention thanks to the heart-pounding drop that had immediately preceded it, a skeleton propped up by wires and mechanisms tips a hat to passengers, his grim smile a reminder of the fate that all who tread upon this world shall one day join him in the eternal ride to oblivion.
Of course, the two are much more interested in the mechanics that animate his spooky and scary salutations.
Lovemore places his lover up against the pole that houses the whirring motors, peppering her face with little kisses from her cheek to her nose to her lips.
Lerato lets her mechanical fingers weave through Lovemore’s straight locks, giggling and returning the favor with peppered pecks of her own.
There comes the sound of muttered screams from earlier in the ride, and Lovemore, his eyes flashing behind his glasses, chuckles a bit. “If we get caught, we could be kicked out of the carnival.” He says this, taking a hoof to boop her on the nose.
“If we get caught,” she says, biting her lip. “We could get arrested.”
“Ah, the eternal contradiction of Anteronia,” laments Lovemore, his hand sliding down over her shoulder and down her side. “To be so enamored with showing love to one another and yet to chastise those who wish to seek to express it to one another. Speaking of which,” he says, licking his lips. “I wish to show my appreciation of you right here and now, my dear.”
He grips at her hips, tugging at her pants, but Lerato pats his head, waving a finger at him. “Nuh-uh: we don’t have time for that.”
“Shucks…” he sighs. “You sure?”
To answer his question, a boat careens down the path, splashing with a screaming couple and striking the skeleton, who cackles and crackles.
“Can’t believe this automaton is still going,” she says. “It’s got such water damage.”
Lerato pats the pillar behind her, but Lovemore huffs and gets down onto his knees. “Time or not, I’m doing it.”
“Lovemo-aaah! Oooh…” Lerato’s original objections melt away. In the swiftness afforded to all of the fast runners of the animal kingdom, Lovemore has his soulmate’s pants down around her knees and his face promptly up against her folds. He knows exactly where to put his nose to rub against her sensitive areas. He knows just how to work his tongue against her lips. He knows exactly the kissing, motions, and suckings that make her squeal.
And squeal, she does. Lerato presses her back against the pillar, wrapping her legs around her lover’s shoulders, practically sitting on him as her hands weave through his hair, urging him to not let go, avoiding his sensitive horns.
The Dik-Dik lady sighs and scratches the mechanism with her own antlers, letting out squeaking gasps of delight as he continues his appreciation of her body and her reactions. When another boat crashes into the waters, the passenger’s screams drown out her own sounds. One of the riders catches a glance of something unknown behind the boney display, not making a conscious decision to acknowledge the two.
Lerato looks down at him, breathing heavily, one eye less open than the other as she continues huffing and puffing at higher and higher octaves.
As usual, his eyes look up to match her own, the love that sparkles in those almost doe-like eyes catch her own delighted glance, despite having knocked his glasses askew in the achievement of her current state of euphoria.
“Luh… Luh-uuv!?” she gushes, placing a hand on the back of his head.
He returns her enthusiastic question with an equally excited answer, squeezing her thighs and delving into her with renewed vigor, not increasing the intensity but maintaining the course. The entire time, he had given her exactly what she wanted when she wanted it, and he did it as he had done so many times before.
Discretion be damned, the two horny deer are reaching Lerato’s climax with an explosive finale, as the thrill of orgasm shoots through every fiber of her being, from the contractions in her core to the screams of professions of satisfaction to the burst of energy and wonderful delight in her mind.
She falls, but she is carrying her as she did when they crossed the threshold of matrimony. He stands and nuzzles her cheek.
“You dumbass…” she sighs, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulls him in and snuggles against his cheek. “How am I supposed to return the favor?” She then pinches the arm of his spectacles and adjusts them to be straight on his nose once again.
“I can think of a few ways,” he says, letting his sex-stained smile spread across his face.
Lerato’s own smile disappears a moment afterward as she sniffs. “Hey, do you smell that?”
Lovemore frowns. “N-no, sorry,” he says, snorting. “Only smell the best scent in the world, my dear. I-magic!”
Suddenly, the two yelp as a bony arm sweeps them both up, the animatronic pinning them against its ribcage. It stands up, placing its hat upon its head, and completes the embrace, squeezing the two together.
In the corridors steps the gaudily dressed ride operator, hands behind their back, tilting their masked face from side to side. A couple amorous miscreants. I’m sure the supervisor would love to have some words with you after you’ve pulled this stunt.”