Tunnel of Love 7
#42 of Anteronian Adventures
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Two men with their two cocks slap up into Lerato's body. The small Dik-Dik woman squeaks with each thrust that goes up into her, filling her as she holds tightly onto her husband in front of her. Her face is the crazed delight that he loves to see in his wife, eye-lids uneven, her gaze unfocused, and her grin huge, dumb, and addled by the joy that floods into her.
The caracal underneath her thrusts upward, filling her ass. Lovemore pumps his dik-dik dick with the same love and admiration he always does when he makes love to his wife.
But all things must end, and soon, the two men finish, first the caracal and then the dik-dik. They shoot their warm loads into Lerato, filling her with creamy, sticky goodness. She presses her lips together, humming and leaning her head into her hubby's shoulder, shuddering, gasping, and letting out a gentle coo.
Lovemore breathes in and out with deep, fulfilled breaths, and he wraps his arms around her back, pressing her hooves to her and pulling her into an embrace.
The caracal's cock plops out from within her butt, oozing with the remains of his latest ejaculation as her body leaks the baby batter the two boys have bestowed.
Despite the surge of activity, the cat stumbles up to a standing position, his shoulders hunched and his breaths deep and regular. He watches the two prey creatures with his predator's eyes, adjusting his tie when he looks at them.
"It's been amusing," he says, "but if you two are going to get out of here, you need to get out of here now, and don't you say anything about me letting you off the hook."
The two deer spin around, hoof-in-hoof, and they bow before him. "Thank you so much!" says Lovemore.
"We shall cherish this day always," adds Lerato.
The caracal smiles and nods, adjusting his collar. "Well, you two go have fun. I got a lot of work to do."
The two deer gather their clothing when a knock comes on the door. The supervisor pauses, quirking an eyebrow. He nods towards his desk, and Lerato grabs Lovemore, leading him back behind it.
The supervisor slides his pants back up and opens the door. On the other side stands the attendant, wearing their clownish getup, their face inscrutable behind their mask. But they take a jangling step into the trailer, hands behind their back.
"You've been taking a while to handle the troublemakers, boss," the ride operator says, tilting their head. "Seems like you could use some help taking out the trash."
They lean close to the caracal's collar, producing a prolonged sniff. "Although, it seems you've been putting pleasure before business."
The supervisor growls, standing between the operator and the rest of his room. "Remember that I'm in charge around here, and you're just a clown. Get back to your post and make sure this ride is meeting its quota."
"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, boss," the operator says, lifting a gloved hand, index finger extended. Energy glows at the glove tip, forming a purplish ball. Through the darkness of the eye holes of the mask, the purple light reflects a malicious sheen.
The supervisor watches with a frown on his face. "What's this all about?"
"You were a great hunter in the past and can be a great hunter in the future. Is that not your dream? Is that not what you want for your future?"
The boss stares at the glowing orb, his eyes transfixed, his jaw-dropping as his whole experience delves into the sphere and the vision he sees within it. "Yes, I see... that is what I want. To make my ancestors proud... to be nobility." He reaches up with trembling hands towards the orb, which grows in the clown's hand.
Lerato and Lovemore watch the magic before their eyes=. Lerato looks to Lovemore and nods, and Lovemore nods back to Lerato. He clicks his hooves together, and an aura of radiant energy forms a blade in his hand. He spins around, cutting a hole right into the floor. Lerato punches the gap with her gloved fist, sending the floor falling to the ground below.
The operator chuckles, saying, "There's nowhere for the two of you to run. Not when this man's dreams come true!" With that, the jester slaps the orb, forcing it through the caracal's chest.
The supervisor roars, stumbling back as the purple energy crackles through him.
"You can see it, can't you? What are the possibilities and the futures that you and your family line can have? You've gotten their scent, Hunter. Why don't you prove that your future can be as glorious as your past? Why don't you fulfill that lust for conquest and prestige here and now and capture those two for me?"
Hunter chuckles, his claws extending, his eyes glowing that deep purple.
The two dik-diks scurry through the dark back rooms of the Tunnel of Terror, holding hand-in-hoof as they rush out, soon emerging back into the tunnel itself, brushing past a display of a sheet ghost dangling on a string, dancing around with spooky moans rising up from it. They hop through the sheet and land right into the lap of a single occupant.
A moment later, the sheet rips as the caracal leaps out, roaring, his teeth bared and his claws outstretched.