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He Called Her a Husky

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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And that's just something that a man should not do – call a woman a husky, that is. Least of all a ten-foot tall hunk of a muscled female malamute with dark eyes that seared through with an intensity that no human male could ever hope to match. Harris was a good deal shorter than her too (yet another mistake in his ill-timed equation) and puny in comparison, although, in human terms, he would have been considered moderately and pleasantly built, standing at just under six foot in height. Height would not, of course, have been a consideration in the slightest if not for how she loomed over him at the party, the burning glare rising up from the backs of her eyes impossible to miss even if he did want to feign some semblance of innocence for his part in the situation.

“What did you just say to me?"

He stepped back, tugging at his collar, the light music of what was otherwise supposed to simply be a casual party between furries (god bless them for what they brought to the table!) and humans, a little get-together, falling away as if he was slipping under the surface of water that he had not yet realised was drowning him. They were all supposed to be like-minded and, most certainly too, open-minded individuals that should have all meshed up together quite nicely, yet a comment made at the wrong time could rile up even the most relaxed of furs or human beings too, for that matter. The best-laid plans did not always come together exactly as foreseen and the malamute stared him down with her ears back, lips parted to show off her long, sharp teeth. They were nothing compared to what a dragon or a lion could boast but her feral wolf heritage showed through as she clenched and unclenched one paw, shaking out the tension that returned only a fraction of a moment later.

“I… Well… I didn't quite mean it like that, you see… It's just…"

Yet what was he supposed to say to smooth over a situation like that as her paw landed heavily on his shoulder, the much larger and more powerful canine needing to do nothing at all to show him who was in charge and just why he should not, under any circumstance, have referred to her as anything other than what she was. They were different, of course, and getting a breed or even a species wrong, well… In the furry world there were still cardinal sins and that was one of them.

Maybe Harris did it deliberately or maybe that was something that he knew only in the moment was a terrible, terrible mistake. There was no 'mistaking', after all, the pure fury crossing her muzzle, sides wrinkling up as if she was poised to curl her lips back from her teeth in a snarl. And it was a beautiful muzzle too, he could not deny it, with slashes of black interspersed with grey, the hairs mingling with other colours less starkly than with huskies. Maybe that should have been his first clue that she, Cupun, was more than just a husky, a small yet determined dog that was bred to run in olden times when they still moved on four legs. Maybe humans still, sometimes, saw them as dogs, despite his, admittedly, stringent fascination for them.

No one stopped her from dragging him through the house party but, in all honesty, Harris didn't try to prevent Cupun from taking him wherever she wanted him anyway. There was something powerfully intoxicating about that paw on his shoulder, more guiding than hauling him with raw, bodily power, knowing that he could not break free even if he'd wanted to. His drink sloshed over the edges of his cup and he swallowed hard, although there was nothing there that would be able to return some semblance of moisture to his mouth until she was good and done with him.

Upstairs, stumbling, the sounds of the party fading further and further away as he stumbled over his own feet, trying to say something and smooth down his blonde hair at the same time. As it was, he hardly managed to make himself look even a little bit more presentable and he fell over himself into the dark bedroom as she thrust him through ahead of her with a wicked little ripple of a growl.

“I think you'll see," she near enough furred, tail lifting proudly and stiffly. “You'll see… I am far more than a husky. And do you think that I'm not smart enough to catch your eyes on me all night? You may have gone too far but, well, I think you're going to like this very much, little man…"

Harris gulped and shivered, holding up his hands even as he backed up, inadvertently, towards the bed.

“No, no… Cupun, I'm so sorry, you've got it all wrong, I spoke out of turn, I…"

But then the bed was against the back of his legs and he was falling, falling, falling – down onto the bed with a hot fluff of husky – no! Malamute! – on top of him, her lips curled up in a true snarl even as she forced her tongue into his mouth. There was little resistance from him, however, as he could not help but rock his body up against her, shuddering and writhing even though he was not, not even in the slightest, trying to get away from her. It was too easy to kiss her back, as wet and sloppy as that lustful dog kiss was, and her claws dug through his clothes, catching with the thicker, blunter tips than that of what felines could boast, enough to rend and tear them from his body without thought and consideration for his wellbeing.

Not that he minded. Harris didn't mind at all, lying naked on the bed amidst the tattered remains of his clothes and a slanted slash of light from the hallway beyond the bedroom door. He could not have said whose bedroom, specifically, that he was in, for he did not know those hosting the party all that well, but it was plain enough from what he could see in his peripheral vision, unwilling to look directly at her for fear of what that would mean for him, as much as his heart pounded for it all the same.

“I'll show you who's not a husky," she growled, eyes alight with an inner fire, the set of her body as she quivered in anticipation bringing a fresh rise of desire to his already lust-addled mind. “And then…"

It was not an utterance that she really needed to finish, throwing her head back and laughing even as she went to the chest at the foot of the bed as if she already knew what she would find there. Maybe she was not the first one to use the spare bedroom – it must have been an extra room, not the one belonging to the hosts – for other activities, although she hardly seemed bothered about anyone catching them in the act as she rummaged and clawed out her chosen prize.

“Bend over!"

He should have resisted, should have run, should have at least tried to say no again, but it was hard to say no to something when his heart pounded so headily for the dominance he held in his paw. And so it was with a small moan and hung head that Harris shakily rolled over onto all fours and thrust his backside back for her chosen toy, a massive canine dildo clasped in her paw. He could only anticipate where it was to go and be relieved for the cold splash of lube over his backside, Cupun rushing as a growl ripped itself from her muzzle once again, intent on her task and the prey that had so very kindly selected himself for her.

She tossed him around like a rag doll, forcing his hips up higher and dragging him back even as some small part of his mind clung, precariously, to a sense of self-perseveration, striving to wriggle away from the encroach of that cock. Had she lubed it up enough? Had she even done it at all? Her claws dug into him and he gasped, shaft hard and ready for her even if his comparatively small and tight anal passage was not, clenching down instinctively against the anticipated intruder.

But something like that wasn't going to keep Cupun from having her fun with him and teaching Harris a lesson too, laughing crudely as she pressed the tip of the dildo up to his clenched ring and slammed through, her greater strength making short work of any resistance that he may have had. He could not say, not even in hindsight, whether or not he had actually relaxed at the right time for her to penetrate him but it did not hurt as much as he thought, even though the intense stretch brought tears to his eyes, impaled on the length as if he was nothing more than a toy to be used and abused too.

“You'll never say something like that about a malamute now, will you? Hm? Answer me!"

And she demanded that answer too, slamming the toy in deep and hard, ignorant to his moans of pain, soreness radiating through him as he struggled to contain the stretch. Yet it was hard to object too much as his shaft throbbed, not softening in the slightest as anal penetration, sometimes, was apt to cause, hips shuddering in place as he could not decide in the conflicted, torn up landscape of his mind whether he wanted to drag himself away or push back, lustfully too, for more. In that case, it was a good thing that the decision was taken from him as Cupun laughed and thrust the toy and forth, crudely penetrating and fucking him as if the toy was actually a part of her body, something that she too could derive pleasure from. But pleasure was not always formed from physical sensation, although that was something that Harris would not be privy too as he gasped and howled brokenly, twisting back and forth as if that would be enough to relieve the enormous pressure building in his abused passage.

He could only groan, his only answer to her, knowing that a malamute was not a husky and Cupun was the strongest and most dominant of them all, snarling and growling out crudities as she crammed him full of every last inch of that gargantuan shaft. The lube helped only a little as he was near enough punched open and he didn't even want to think about how thick the girth of it was, eyes wide and staring and rolling back into his skull. It ground up and over his prostate as if it was seeking out the most sensitive spot in his passage, although it really had no option but to do that as his poor anal ring stretched and strained, a burning circle of hurt that his mind tried to block out, if only for the sake of his own protection.

But on it went and he howled, even though it came out as more of a strangled cry than anything else, his body trying to squeeze down around the length to no avail: there was simply no way to make himself any tighter. The lube gleamed on his backside as she hefted him up in the air as if he weighed nothing at all, Harris scrambling to get his feet underneath him for just a little support as she grabbed his crotch, cock and balls and all, and dragged him down, forcing him brutishly.

“Deeper!"

A command was a command and she was a dog to bark them too, Harris groaning deep in the back of his throat. His skin prickled with wet heat, breath rasping against his eardrums, although nothing seemed to ease the tightness in his throat and chest, needing something that only the malamute could, in that very moment, provide him with. Cupun growled and squeezed his genitals with due force, controlling every last twitch and flex of his body as she made him go all the way down as if he was willingly impaling himself on the dildo, all for show and her pleasure.

And she mocked him, not needing to persuade or cajole as she dominated him, the flash of her teeth, shining with saliva, more than enough to get her little human toy dancing to a beat that only she controlled. Cupun kissed him fiercely, sloppily forcing her tongue into his smaller mouth without a care in the world – well, that was for his pleasure, of course. All she did really care about was her pleasure and if this scrawny little human wanted to give it to her, be her plaything if but for a time, who was she to deny him what he so clearly wanted? Yet there was only so much toy to shove into him and the malamute pressed her lips together, anger flaring up behind the wrinkled crease of her muzzle. What was she to do?

Of course, there was only one answer that could have possibly have presented itself to her as she smirked cruelly and pressed the toy into him all the way up to the base. Well, 'pressed' was not all that accurate – 'rammed' was more like it, Harris squirming on it breathlessly, cheeks flushed and hair mussed up, a blonde mess of shortly cropped strands where there would have been thick fur on her own kind. Where the base ended, there should have been no more to go, but Harris had not counted on the toy being rapidly followed up with her fist, only slightly smaller than the base of the toy so that she could, actually, clench it into an actual fist instead of folding her fingers smoothly together.

And, that time, he did cry out, a broken sort of shriek ripping from him, although no one from the party had dared chance to find out what was going on: maybe they were used to Cupun and her exploits or that was just the sort of party it was and he'd misread things drastically at some point. It did not matter, however, as she laughed and lay him back to pull him down on her shaft, her fingers digging into his aching cock and balls as he drooled pre-cum, his body well and truly beyond his control. No… Cupun controlled him now, her fist slamming into him along with the toy as she forced it deeper still with no thought as to how they would get it out again afterwards. Maybe she had a plan for it or maybe she did not but that was hardly the sort of thing that mattered in the heat of the moment as her passion for dominance ramped up aggressively.

“Think differently now, don't you, little human?" She snarled, a smirk of sorts curling back along the line of her teeth as her muzzle wrinkled up wickedly. “You're too small and insignificant to ever get any attention for me… And that was just why…unnff...you had to be so fucking rude? But it doesn't matter now, does it? Not when you're under me!"

She spat out the last words with hasty relish as if she could not wait to get them out of her mind and onto her lips, crossing the short span of air between them as Harris shook his head vehemently. Yet just what he was shaking his head at was destined to pass without notice as she howled, throwing her head back and rocking her hips, tail eagerly wagging just a little but enough that anyone with the space of mind to pay attention would have seen it. There could be no mistaking her enjoyment of him but control was the name of the game and, oh, how she wanted to see her newest toy squirm and spurt! Neither did he have long to wait either as he heaved and gasped for breath that would not come, or came but was not enough, something tightening in his loins as she was stretched internally beyond what should have been the limit of any man.

Everything paced into slow-motion, the malamute wild-eyed and feral above him, using her greater strength and power to drag him onto her fist as if she wanted to slam all the way through him. That much, of course, was beyond the realm of possibility but, oh, how it was erotic! His cock twitched in her grasp, a hold that should have been too tight to allow even the thought of orgasm, her arm buried in his backside as every last muscle in his body drew taut all of a sudden.

And then he climaxed, distant from his body and the physical presence of her, her paw clenched and driven up so deep inside him, every part of him strained and stretched and pulsating in time with each spurt of cum. He may have cried out but the blood roaring in his ears dulled anything but raw sensation, hips rocking weakly as she forced him down on her arm even further, spreading her fingers out a little inside him to demonstrate her complete and utter dominance over him, stretching him out all the more. There was nothing of the fight left in him to put up a play of resistance, moaning and sinking down into the bed as he blinked up at her, caught up in Cupun's spell, even though it was something of a deliberate, physical act and nothing of the supernatural at all.

Tapping her finger twice against the side of her muzzle, she smirked at him and winked, although the sharpness of her teeth, showing as she pulled her lips back in a cruel smile, did not make it as reassuring as it could have been. Of course, to reassure him had never been her attention. That didn't serve her well, after all, so why should she bandy about her time with something like that? He'd learned his lesson and it would stay with him for far, far longer than the soreness in his anal passage, ring abused and stretched and surely set to gape when she did, finally, withdraw.

“Never call me a husky again."

And he most certainly would not.