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Lerato bounds down the secret passage, the dik-dik ascending through the spiraling stairs quickly, her hooves clicking against the stone stairs of the quiet tower.

Behind her, her lover Lovemore follows, rubbing his throat after having fellated a stone phallus. He croaks out to his beloved wife, “Wait, my deer! We must be careful not to trigger any other traps!”

“What other traps?” Lerato shouts back to him, stopping in front of a simple, unmarked doorway. She bounces her massive multitool over her shoulder, staring at the portal with a crafter’s consideration. “All that planning, interrogations, and subterfuge have prepared us for this moment!”

“Guh, maybe so…” Lovemore says, panting, grasping his knees. “But we still must be careful, even if our intel tells us there’s nothing else here. Besides… it is not like the guards will bother us anymore.”

“Heh, yeah… now that they think we’re heading down to the vault, they’ll be wasting their time running down those stairs instead of coming up to where we are!”

“Shall we take this moment to collect ourselves?” Lovemore asks, leaning against the wall.

“Okay, but just a moment,” says Lerato. “We’re so close. I can feel it!”

“We’ve met problems at every turn of this heist,” Lovemore says, coughing and clearing his throat. “It’s only plausible that more will face us beyond here. Maybe even Tik Tik herself decides to show back up when we open that door!”

Lerato steps up to her hubby, smiles, and pecks him. “You’re right. Anything can happen, but I’m not afraid. Because you’re here with me.”

Lerato throws her tools to her knees, clenching them tight between her thighs.

Lovemore stares with the intensity that only a husband can, brimming with warmth after her kiss.

Lerato spits on her gloves, rubs them together, and then presses her hands against the door. Grunting, she pushes, her shoulders bulging. The little antelope girl roars as the doors creak and go, opening without magic for perhaps the first time, grinding against the stone and soon opening far enough for them to enter.

The dik-diks’s vision is filled with the purple light of the mechanical chamber before them. There, pipes and wires lead to a central portal ring and the bound Maram, blindfolded and shackled behind it.

Maram’s lips curl into a smile as he stares blankly forward to the doorway. His body is sweaty, and his tattoos glow with a soft and ponderous light.

“Oh my…” coos the lust spirit in his trapped position. “What do we have here?”

The two antelope stare wide-eyed toward the bound creature and his shapeful, shiny body.

“My deer…” whispers Lovemore, his voice husky, his hooves upon Lerato’s waist. “That’s… the hottest thing I’ve seen.”

“I know, Love,” snaps Lerato, gripping tightly to Lovemore’s shoulders.

Maram snickers, licking his lips. “I wish I could say the same thing about you two,” he groans, writhing around in his chains. “But, as you can see, I’m a bit tied up. Please, feel free to make yourself at home, intruders.”

Lovemore is the first to pull himself free, pushing up his glasses. Turning his eyes to the floor, he asks. “Do you know where the Stick of Champions is, spirit?”

Maram flashes a toothy grin over in Lovemore’s direction. “Not here.”

Bolstered by her hubby’s resolve, Lerato steps forward, hand over her face. “And where exactly is it?”

Maram’s tongue slips over his lip. “Hm… can’t seem to remember. I’m far too horny to think straight.” He shudders in his chains. “I bet you some post-nut clarity could fix that right up.”

The dik-diks look at each other, exchanging the silent responses and queries that perfect soulmates can communicate before they return their gaze to the feet of the femboy.

“By rite of spiritual shackles, you are bound by your word,” Lovemore says. “If we make an accord, you must live up to it.”

“Of course,” Maram growls, but his voice gets pouty, his lip rolling. “And you’re so smart, love. I can see why my Deer likes you.”

“Listen here, Maram,” Lerato says, stepping closer to the apparatus. “We’re wise to your tricks, so don’t think you can trick us into doing something we’ll get nothing out of.”

“Oh, I guess I can’t trick the two of you,” says Maram, pouting. “Whatever will I do now?”

“You’ll surrender to us,” says Lovemore, pulling his glasses from his face, blinking and squinting.

Lerato nods and pulls out a handkerchief, tying it over her eyes. “That’s right, pretty boy, and you’ll give us exactly what we want.”

Maram shudders in his chains, tilting his head and puffing out his chest. “Oh yeah? And what makes you think that I would do anything?”

“Because,” says Lovemore, holding out his arms. “We are going rub you over and over.”

Lerato unclasps Lovemore’s collar, the thing holding his top together. Together, they let him pull his sleeves out, one after another, as she kneels and unclasps his belt, letting his skirt fall where it lay, exposing him to the tower's cold air.

It’s Lerato’s turn next. The first thing to go is her belt, which she unclasps and leaves neatly on the ground. Second, with his blurry vision, Lovemore grips her sleeves, allowing her to pull herself free, shimmying out of her body suit and standing equally undressed.

All that she has left to remove is her undergarments, which her lover happily gets on his knees to help her with. He pinches the string on her hips and pulls down, all while she stands there, attaching her gloves back and smirking confidently.

Soon, dik-diks stand together, naked save for their leggings, approaching the bound twinkish creature before them.

“You may have lived for thousands of years, Mister Spirit,” says Lerato, stomping with confidence over towards him.

“But you’ve never faced anything like the power of two lovers on a mission,” continues Lovemore, sashaying his way toward the shackled spirit.

Maram’s shoulders convulse as his grin spreads oh-so-wide. “Well then, you two, I can’t wait! Let’s FUCK!”