Chapter 2 - The Natural Order (Anthro)

 
The Natural Order
 
It was a fine summer’s day, and the sun was directly overhead. The gazelle clan had gone to the watering hole, a tiny lake about a hundred feet across that had a small amount of shade from a few trees. Fifteen anthropomorphic gazelles all stood around the water, or in it, sunning themselves as their tails flicked flies away. They were completely naked, but didn’t mind it, or even think about it. This was just the natural order of things.
                They stood on two legs, gazing around the landscape idly. They were all hermaphrodites with large juicy breasts, and small pink cocks the shape of pencils. The base of each dick was black, while their balls were covered in the same velvet as the rest of their bodies. Their white-and-brown color meant that some of them ended up with white balls, some with brown, and one unfortunate little omega animal had one ball of each color, which made her the subject of plenty of ridicule. Bel was her name, and she sat in the water looking a little sad. The alpha of the small group, Rumi, was right behind her. Rumi hadn’t put her cock in yet, but the alpha was definitely heading in that direction. Bel moaned as her alpha’s hands wrapped around her breasts from behind, and felt the squeeze of her fingers. Her own thin pink cock rose unbidden between her legs. The base was thin, and it tapered even more towards the end. She didn’t want Rumi… but her body betrayed her. She was used to getting mounted from behind and fucked. If they had larger cocks, her ass would have been gaping by now, but she just let them slide in without whining. After all there was no point in arguing with the alpha. 
                When Rumi’s dick started toying around with the rim of asshole, Bel’s body automatically submitted. She felt the muscles in her legs go weak, and she slowly slid to all fours. At least she didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant. Rumi’s hands grabbed her large breasts again and squeezed harshly, making the omega cry out in distress. The two gazelles were completely lost in their own world. 
                Rumi was in heat. She was also the alpha of the pack, and the oldest too. Her balls were big and full, sagging between her thighs. She had survived so long thanks to her quick wits and attentiveness. But Bel was giving off such a pleasant aroma that she couldn’t help herself, and she wasn’t paying attention to anything else… So they didn’t notice that the rest of the pack had bolted until it was too late. Two tall, beautiful lionesses were standing on either side of the water, smiling down at their soon-to-be meals. Their tails, long and lithe, almost wagged. 
                Bel and Rumi were caught with their pants down. Not because they were having sex, although that was a factor too. It was because they couldn’t run in the water. The taller, longer-legged lionesses could, though, and were already stomping towards them. With flight out of the question, the gazelles began to fight. They bared their lips and nipped their hard, flat teeth. Neither of them even realized that Rumi was still balls-deep in her, their minds were elsewhere. The lionesses, of course, being top predators, had nothing to fear. One waited until Bel’s teeth bit at her hand, and then she gave the gazelle a firm forehand swipe that left three deep claw marks over her face. She shrieked and fell backwards.
                The other lioness had an equally easy time subduing Rumi. The lionesses tore them apart, their hard pink cocks wagging in the air. The larger of the lions grabbed Rumi and spread her legs apart, pushing her muzzle between her thighs and sniffing. Yes, this one was in heat, all right. Not only that, but they’d been caught in the act, and her cock-and-balls were both fully engorged with blood. Without waiting an instant, the lioness leapt forwards, and Rumi stiffened, her neck tingling as she felt the teeth clamp around her throat.
                But the teeth didn’t clamp around her throat. They grabbed her penis instead, the sharp white teeth crushing the base of her dick, and she screamed hoarsely. The other lioness helped hold her down while the first one chewed it off, and it didn’t take long. Her teeth were perfectly designed for carving flesh, and they did their job with frightening speed. Soon Rumi’s prized penis was hanging out of the lion’s mouth. The larger anthro gobbled it up, her jowls and jaws snapping together as she fought to swallow the large, thin reed. She placed it between her back teeth and clamped down with all its vice-grip force, crushing the sensitive meat into hamburger. Rumi let out a groan as she watched her. She could swear she could still feel the dick, even if it was just phantom limb. Yes, as she watched, she could feel her chewing it. Her beloved dick which had impregnated who knew how many gazelle bitches, now food.
                Bel’s smaller penis was not the prize of the day but the other lioness was more than happy to bite it off and chew it as well. It wasn’t as juicy and pungent as the other, but she was happy with it. The gazelles lay there in an unusual calm. Adrenaline wasn’t being produced, and they had glassy and vacant eyes. There was nothing to fight. It would be like a koala attacking a bear. Bel felt tears fall down her cheeks, bitter. She had never gotten anyone pregnant, and now she never would. Her role in the tribe remained, however, as a breeder. She patted her large, rounded stomach with her hand. 
                Then the lionesses flipped the gazelles over and had their way with their pussies. Both lions were horny after seeing the gazelles fuck, and their huge, pink girlcocks were eager for release. Like many animals (especially cats) their mating process was mostly pre-coitus, so they only humped away for fifteen seconds before cumming. Their superior spunk flooded the gazelle’s cunts and made them feel queasy, especially Rumi who had never taken a cock before, so her pussy ripped quite badly from the enormous and sudden intruder. Both lioness cocks had backwards-facing spines, so neither gazelle got out pain-free. The water around them slowly turned red, but neither the pussy-raping nor the cock-eating were lethal wounds.
                That was when the lionesses decided they were hungry after a long day of stalking their prey. The larger anthro suddenly bit into the Rumi’s belly with her large canine teeth. They were almost an inch long and very sharp, terrible for chewing but great for making the opening incision and latching onto flesh to tear it apart. Rumi shrieked and flailed again but the big lioness laid her paw on her face and smothered her under the water as she kept chewing at the gazelle’s innards. Her organs were pink and red sacs of goo that the lioness gleefully bit out and snapped up, whole when she could get them. The intestines were not particularly tasty so she pulled out a few meters of them and kept eating, her face becoming more and more red as she finally reached into the gazelle’s ribcage and ate her heart without even pulling it out. Rumi was now quite dead, although she hadn’t even had time to drown before the lioness bit her heart into chunks and ripped them out.
                Bel was absolutely terrified by now, quivering in fear. Still, she could not fight and could not run with the lion holding her down. With Rumi dead and the tastiest bits eaten by the alpha lion, both lions turned their attention to the gazelle and started ripping her guts out with their teeth. Bel shrieked but there was nothing she could do, her organs and skin being peeled out of her by monstrous teeth. She blacked out.
                When Bel came to, she was surprised to find herself still alive. She had only been unconscious for a minute at the most. She moved her arms and felt lighter than she ever had. She looked down, between her huge breasts, and saw that the lions had torn her in half down the middle to get at their prize. What was once her round, pregnant belly was a torn ruins and the diminutive fetus was lying on the floor, still connected by an umbilical cord. Bel sobbed as she moved her arms and slid away from the predators. The alpha always took the first pick, and she gobbled up the tiny fetus in her large mouth, her jaws snapping as she swallowed it in one gulp. Bel passed out again.
                When she woke up, she turned her head to the side to see the deceased Rumi. The water was soaked with blood. Nearby, the gazelle herd returned to the watering hole, unable to help Bel and certainly not Rumi. They had no burial rituals, nor strong emotions. This happened all the time, it was only natural. Bel spent the last few seconds of her consciousness before she bled out watching the gazelle herd that was completely ignoring her moans and grunts. Her head settled onto the sandy bottom of the shallow lake.
                
 


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