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I can't remember how I came to be here.

I remember the grazing, I remember the herd and I remember the hunts; those awful moments when a predator first leaps from cover to seek its dinner from amongst my brethren. I don't remember the details, however, only the premises. What I know is I'm now standing amongst my herd. Our supplies are kept in canvas sacks, we never keep more than we can run with; when you're an antelope, running is the only advantage you have. I'm young, but I'm strong. I still live amongst the females, waiting for my chance to go and find a territory of my own so I could claim my own females. There are other males here, my age and on the cusp of independence we spend our days sparring and honing our skills.

I hear the bleat from the rear of the pack and when the herd looks towards the source of the noise, I am no exception.

Cheetahs. Two of them.

They leap from the treeline which borders where we are grazing and immediately head for the nearest members of my herd; there are maybe fifty of us, and I'm close to the middle of the pack, I have no reason to worry this time. Still, as the herd begins to move I hurry to keep pace. I can hear cries echoing above the stamping hoofbeats of our rout and I can't help but feel my cheeks warm. The frayed cotton loincloth I wear drags against my jostling, stiffening shaft as I run and I feel a sense of shame, and exhilaration, fill my chest. Somewhere behind me the cheetahs have claimed their meals, and though my herd was smaller now, I was still here, and we would survive the loss.

This is a common occurrence, and my escape is not always so assured but as the herd begins to slow at last I find I am content. Whispers float amongst the herd as we catch our breath from the short flight, who had been taken? In the aftermath it was hard to say who was missing, and speculation dies as surely as those who had been too slow this night.

I make my way through the milling crowd as the females tend to the young and I soon find myself on the edge of the herd; this was risky, but perhaps it was the risk that pushed me to do it. I slip behind some bushes, brushing my loincloth aside to let that ebony coloured prick jut free. My hand slides over it almost lovingly at first, the adrenaline still pumping in my veins as I press myself against a tree; the herd was still in sight, though none are looking my way as I began to lewdly jerk the warm flesh of my dick.

It was an unspoken understanding amongst us that any of us could be the next to be culled. It was a point of pride amongst those who did not fear it, I certainly did not. I gasp as pre-cum trickles from the tip of my cock, my belly roiling with a forbidden pleasure shared by many of my friends. We never speak of it, but we have all felt it; no doubt I was not the only one relieving the tension of the latest attack.

It was warm.

Would one of us be next? I shiver as I picture Abiola, my friend, pinned beneath a leopardess' heavy paws as the herd left him to his fate; what if it was Eze? Or me?

The crickets were singing in the tall grass as I'd made my way towards the watering hole. The Nigerian sun was sitting atop its throne of clouds to bask us in its heat and the herd was lounging a hundred yards away, I needed the drink though.

My breath picks up in intensity as I grind my body against the tree. My dick throbs with its usual needs, the underside of it slick and glistening with ample pre-cum now. My hand continues to pinch at my tip before pumping the shaft in a well-practiced routine.

The lionesses had struck without warning and scattered the herd while I was away. Several of the other bucks had broken off from the main group as well, though I was by myself at the time. When I'd heard the roar of the lionesses behind me my first instinct had been to run, so I had. Bolting through the underbrush back towards the relative safety of my herd, I'd nearly tripped over one of the great cats.

I muffle my moans, butting my growing horns against the bark of the tree as if to distract myself from the lust-filled memory.

The predator hadn't noticed me, or simply didn't care to acknowledge me. Beneath her claw-tipped paws lay one of my friends; he was flat on his back with blood trickling from a bite to his neck. His head was lolling and his chest was heaving as he'd writhed beneath the female. Her chest had been bare as well and I could see the hard nipples that tipped her heaving breasts. The smile on her face was an unsettling mixture of pleasure and ferocity as she looked down at my captured friend. His cock was hard, standing up straight and grazing against the female's belly as she'd positioned herself atop him. She'd toyed with him for minutes, teasing and coaxing that cock while coo'ing soft taunts into his ears; with her claws where they were, she could have ended him at any time and both predator and prey knew it.

Panic in the herd.

She hadn't given him the pleasure of what lay beneath her own loincloth, taunting him with her svelte hunter's body while she'd raked his sweating body with her claws.

I can hear shouts but I'm still lost in my thoughts, I can feel the climax building in my loins and it holds me tight in its loving embrace; the herd isn't running, I'm okay.

The bite was savage when it had come. The lioness caught the boy's neck in her jaws and had simply snapped his neck. The boy's head went limp as his tongue unfurled from between his lips. His body had jerked with the simple twist of the female's jaws and it was over, he was meat. A final dribbly orgasm spurted from the buck's cock as the lioness had begun to eat.

I remember the feelings I'd felt then as I'd seen my herdmate meet his end like so many before him had. I still wonder how it would feel to fulfill your role so thoroughly, to give up so much and get so little in return, to find your place in the world as food.

I had run. I had reached the herd. The lionesses had taken four of us, but I had survived again.

I bleat out loudly when I cum at last. My seed sprays the side of the tree I'm rutting against, running down the rough bark slowly as I pulse another musky streak across the bark. I clutch my balls with one hand while the other braces against the tree, more cum paints my tree before I finish and find myself exhausted. Stumbling, I head back towards the herd and hear the cause of the panic; predators, they were coming again.

A scout had spotted them heading for the herd and escaped back to warn the rest of us, but he's unable to say how many.

"A lot" is all he says.

We move immediately but it doesn't take long for the predators to catch up with us; for the second time in a single day we're running. The predators strike quickly when they realize we are onto them. A dozen of them barrel from a swath of tall grass, others from the treeline I had hidden within moments earlier. I can hear the bleats of terror from those around me. Females place themselves between the predators and their young as they run, ready to lash out at any cat that comes too close. We veer, turning to try and throw off of the hungry felines but already several cries of pain mark the loss of more herdmates. There are still plenty of predators to keep up the hunt, however, so we continue to run.

I look behind myself once as I run and I notice I'm being pushed towards the outside of the herd as we continue to turn and zag through the sun baked fields. The predators-- lionesses again-- were dangerously close. Even as I watch, one tackles a female to the ground and wrestles with her in the dust. It would be a losing fight for the captured antelope, as it always was, but still she fought. More drop, and now there are only three lionesses looking for a kill of their own.

My earlier orgasm haunts me now, stealing the energy from my legs as I find myself slowing slightly. My people are runners, but even we have our limits and I struggle to keep up with the herd. We've been running for twenty minutes now, nowhere near my limit, but today... today I struggle. My cock slaps against my thighs as I continue to try to keep my speed, each step seeming to drop me a step further behind the herd as female and male alike pass me.

One of the lionesses has spotted me. I can see her from the corner of my eye as I run, her lope veering to bring her towards me. My shaft is hardening again as desperation burns a searing warning in my mind!

RUN!

When she hits me I go down in a winded tussle of limbs and bleating panic. I can feel my eyes, wide and panic'ed, burn with the sudden burst of dust swirling into them when I hit the parched African earth. She's on me almost immediately, shoving me roughly onto my back and grabbing my aching shaft with one paw before biting my throat dominantly; I can only bleat and arch my back.

"Oh yummy, a male! I do love catching males." She purrs the words to no-one in particular, certainly not me. I bleat again but she only laughs and licks her lips. Her paws travel over my wriggling form, teasing my smooth belly and lean chest. I can feel blood trickling from where her teeth had pierced my neck, the sensation ensuring I remained frozen, muzzle half-open and heart ready to leap from it. "I've seen meatier..." she adds as she swats the embarrassingly stiff cock pressing up from my thighs, "but you'll do."

My head rolls back and I see the vanishing dustcloud being kicked up by my herd. Nearby another lioness gloats over her prize, I can't see who it is but I can see the kicking feet of an antelope protruding from beneath the straddling lioness' ass. My own predator continues to explore my body as I realize that I will not survive this; the thought makes her touch all the more intense. She buries her snout against the underside of my cock and it's too much, I cum again. It sprinkles onto my belly in a pearlescent arc as my whole body tenses up and the lioness' tongue laps over my spurting cock. She revels in her imminent supper.

The bite comes quickly, as tender as a lover's kiss even as it tears my throat out. I let out a final bleat, pain washing over me as my body jerks against hers. I fall limp beneath her, face turning to the side as my tongue lolls, my eyes half-closed and body thankfully numb when she begins to eat me; I can hear it, but I can't feel it save for the occasional rough yank that forces my body to move with the tearing of her teeth.

My final moments are not ones of panic, but acceptance. My fear is muted by the answers which flood my mind; this is what it feels like, to fulfill your role in life... it feels...

The herd slowed at last, milling into a protective circle as they looked about for any more pursuing lionesses. They were clear; the herd was depleted but it had survived the worst hunt it had seen in some time. The survivors immediately set about their business, no-one mentioning those they had lost. Such was the life of an antelope, and in many cases, the death.