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Rough Play

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Harris groaned, bowing his blonde head as Culpin loomed, though it had not been a bad session for them, at least so far. By that point, the slender, submissive man who never seemed to be able to build much muscle at all on his body, was well and truly under the muscular, dominating anthro's spell – how could he not be? The malamute anthro let out a pleased growl, though her muzzle wrinkled and rippled as if she was snarling, as if she was actually displeased with how he was presenting himself on all fours to her. Sometimes, it was difficult for Harris to tell, yet he never would have done anything different, not with how she loomed and towered so wonderfully over him.

Always, over him.

He adored her, the power of her, despite how they had met. She had always been rough with him, but he couldn't help himself. He was a man with certain inclinations, after all, looking up to her, loving that power, how great the power differential was between them. It was as if she was a beast that could never be found in human form, not even with the most muscular of women, her fur bristling over obviously rounded, powerful muscle. Where the fur should have softened the definition of her muscles, the grey and black patterning

Now, Harris lived in a terraced house, modest but what he could afford, all his, owned by him, so that he wouldn't get kicked out of any more rental properties due to noise complaints. It was not his fault, never his fault, not when Culpin was as loud as she was, forcing him to squeal and shout as she fisted him or beat him, punching and kicking, using his body exactly as she pleased. Harris could not see it as abuse anymore, not after everything they had done together, for it was impossible not to accept his own arousal as his cock throbbed time after time again, coming back to her, allowing her to do even more to him.

“Get down."

She snarled, shoving his face into the bed, her claws raking, pulling a line of pain and blood down his back, claws digging in, her paw connecting in a balled-up fist. The dull pain seared through his lower back, though her knee came up a moment later, catching him in the stomach as he twisted, letting out a low, guttural groan of pain.

“Ring! Ring! There's somebody at the door."

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Culpin's head whipped up at the robotic voice, naked from head to toe still and her tail stiff behind her.

“What the fuck is that?"

She was not usually a malamute of so many words, for her humiliation came from how she treated him, beating him black and blue and leaving blood dripping from his too-sensitive skin. Harris groaned, rolling over, wondering if she was done with him yet. She hadn't jacked him off, cock swollen and throbbing with blood, though it was not as if that ever changed anything between them. Sometimes she made him cum and other times, well… He was just left hanging those times.

“Just…the doorbell…I have a…bell…"

He meant to say more than that, though it was not a moment in which Harris could explain all that much as the malamute canine growled, snatching him up by the back of his neck and hauling him bodily along with her. Although he flopped about with as much control over his own body as a rag doll, she handled him as easily as she would a toy, his light weight and little muscle mass nothing to her.

His heart pounded, though he didn't know what was happening, who was there, what they would think. He'd had a few complaints about the noise since he'd moved in, though nothing he couldn't easily brush off, for it was not as if others weren't loud too in such a building with their music and barbecues, in the summer months, out in the garden. Noise was something that most would have to deal with and his clamour was just another addition to the general cacophony.

He grunted, shivering as she dropped his naked, semi-battered form in the hallway, though Harris didn't mind. It was easier when Culpin dealt with everything and, after so much time and how he longed for her, it was hard for him to say that he didn't want everything she dished out to him. The malamute anthro was just more forceful and rougher with him than expected sometimes, pushing past the boundaries that Harris would have set if he had been free to do so.

Culpin growled as she ripped open the door, lips rippling in a snarl.

“What?"

The man on the step, a brunette with his long hair tied up in a topknot, stepped back, his lower jaw dropping.

“What the… Hey, you! What are you doing here? I came about the noise… But…what the hell?"

It was impossible for him, Gary, to miss the man curled up on the floor behind the huge malamute, even if his eyes, to be fair, had already dropped to her breasts, fixing there as if, suddenly, there was no other part of her body that could have mattered. But they were right there, the huge dog towering over even him, even though Gary was taller than Harris was. It was not hard for Culpin to tower over anyone and everyone who was not an anthro of her build and stature.

“That's it," he said, when Culpin only growled, not seeing him as worth her words. “I'm calling the police, you're fucked up, some weird shit is going on here – agh!"

Her paw lashed out, closing around his throat and cutting off further words as his phone flew from his hand. He wouldn't need it again, not ever again, not as Culpin dragged him inside and kicked the door closed after him, dragging him straight into the living room.

Blinking, confused by what was going on, Harris followed, barely rising from a crawl as he scrambled after them. He didn't have to make himself look more diminutive in Culpin's presence, though it only felt natural.

“You… Ugh…" Gary groaned, rubbing his throat when she released him, the living room door slammed closed on his heels, the malamute rounding on him. “What the… Fuck… Fuck this shit…"

But it was too late for him, Harris watching on with far too much curiosity as Culpin grabbed him, snapping his arm. The man howled and yet all Harris could feel was, once again, in awe of her power, how strong she was, all the things she could do that he couldn't. She was simply so much stronger than anyone he knew and Harris was under no illusion that she could easily kill him at any time. Maybe that was what made it exciting for him.

Yet it was hot, so very hot, as the malamute rounded on the other man with a snarl, Gary, only then, realising that he was in a very dire situation, not one that he could at all hope to get out of on his own. Harris watched, sitting with his back against the sofa, feeling quite at home on the floor, though all he wanted to see was how Culpin used and abused the other, someone who did not curry her favour as much as he did. At least, that was what Harris hoped for.

The man had disturbed the malamute and anyone that knew anything about large canines should have been well enough aware that they were not the kind of creature to be trifled with.

They were not like humans and they were most certainly more brutish and brutal as Culpin lunged, twisting Gary's other arm at a vicious angle until she could wrench him back at the shoulder.

SNAP!

Gary's howls echoed through the room and Harris caught his breath. Oh, that was hotter than it had any right to be, everything that he could ever have wanted it to be, groaning deep in the back of his throat, a hand on his cock. He shouldn't have touched himself without Culpin's permission.

But it was too good, his fingers fluttering away from his cock, needing to hold off, the malamute growling as she loomed over the man who had interrupted her playtime.

“No! Please!"

Through tears of pain, Gary tried to scramble away, but the canine was quicker than him, dragging him back by his ankle as she slammed her elbow into his lower back. Gary's howls echoed around the living room and beyond, but the other neighbours who were better used to the might of a malamute knew to keep quiet. No one was coming to rescue him, not even the police. They all knew that Culpin was not to be messed with and, frankly, she didn't screw with anyone that didn't deserve it either. Where that line exactly was proved to be another question entirely.

He begged and he pleaded and Harris, for once, was spared her more violent tendencies as she took them out on the other man instead. He could see the open and obvious enjoyment in her face as she punched and kicked, down on her knees just so she could get a better angle, slamming her fists, one after the other, into his face and chest, beating him to a bloody pulp. Of course, she was more interested in the crunch of his nose breaking under her closed fist, but blood and mess was just by the by to her taking her pleasure and spending her fetish for violence on another.

Gary would not end up bruised but broken, broken completely and utterly, wailing through a broken jaw, though Culpin did not even realise that she had gone so far as to break it. She felt Harris' eyes on her and could not stop, some part of her enjoying his voyeuristic attention, tail lifting stiffly, though it was all in challenge. She most likely would never wag it in softness and lightness, but it wasn't for her to change such large parts of her personality. Whenever would Culpin ever need to?

She was perfect the way she was, turned on and hot through as she snarled viciously, showing the man her teeth as he tried to kick and scoot back across the floor. He was lucky that he was still clothed and did not catch her attention for her fisting pleasure, not that time, though he blubbered through a half-broken face. She didn't mind that though, turning her attention to other parts of him, lining up a kick, slamming her bare hind paw into him, though it was shaped more like a blend between a human foot and a malamute's paw.

He wailed and she liked how Harris watched her, making her push her chest up and out with pride, though she didn't need to do anything for his approval. And yet she could take out her violent urges with another while he watched, even as heat flooded her body, pulsing through to deep inside her with every beat of her heart. It was needed, the big, strong organ, to send blood pumping around her body.

Still, she couldn't forget her little toy as she attested that Gary was laid out enough to not bother her and her toy for at least a little while, though she would make sure that he would no longer be a problem to them later. Leaning over Harris, she let her body rub against him, careless of the pressure, though he only moaned and curled into her, kissing and adoring, rubbing her muscles, murmuring praise to her.

He couldn't help himself and he never would ever again, blood speckling her fur, though it was little enough to be sexy rather than scary. Even though he was often frightened around her, it only added to everything, the pressure of her lust for violence, how she could use him, abuse him, and keep him coming back for more.

“Mmmmph…" He moaned, pressing against her even as she raked her claws down his bare body, Gary hardly even paying any attention to them anymore. “Ma'am… Ma'am, please… May I…may I pleasure myself? For you?"

He pleaded with her, though Culpin surprised him with a nuzzle, even though there was a hint of a growl behind it, never quite letting him forget that her teeth were there, how easily they could sink into him.

“Yeah, bitch," she snarled, her eyes dark with need. “But don't cum. That's for me to take…"

He knew that, would always know that, but his hand dropped quickly to his cock once more, now that he had permission. He could be meek and he could be soft, but he was lustful more than anything else, moaning aloud as she growled, pressing over him, letting her body dwarf him, once again reminding Harris of her power. Yet all of that came so very naturally to Culpin that it was quite as if she was doing nothing at all, taking his hand and squeezing his cock over it, forcing himself to exert even more pressure over himself.

Even then, she was in control.

Culpin was always in control.

Gary tried to drag himself away, kicking and squirming through the pain, but he was too far gone already for anything to be done. Culpin rounded on him with a feral, sadistic grin, Harris watching anxiously. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she pummelled Gary, fists sinking into his stomach, making him double over, lunging up to use her hind paws, not caring for how her even shorter, blunter claws there scraped him up. To her, he was just a passing toy – not the kind of toy that Harris had become to her.

Harris didn't need to take her anger and violence that day, not then, not when she had another to abuse, growling savagely, relishing in the moment. Her muscles bulged and flexed as was intended, showing the brutish, powerful malamute at her best, though Harris panted open-mouthed, hand gripping his cock too hard. It was so bad that he couldn't even get off without being half as rough as Culpin was to him anymore, though Harris didn't mind. It was the kind of addiction that he could go along with.

“Ohhh… Ohhh, ma'am… Ohhh…"

He moaned and moaned, though did not dare say her name, not as Culpin, finally, tired of the man that had interrupted them. He was so noisy, his wailing, his gargles, his pleading eyes squashed in and black with bruising. She advanced on him, bored, step by step, treating him as if he was an inanimate object, even though he was very much an animate one, and one that she needed to despatch too.

Hefting him up in the air, she bared her teeth.

“Never ring again."

SNAP!

That time, it was not his arm that broke, but his neck as Culpin snapped his head sharply to the side. In a moment, Gary's eyes went dull and he fell to the floor where she tossed him, done with him, as if the man was nothing more to the malamute than a broken toy that she could throw away now that he had served a meagre purpose. She had someone better to entertain herself with, Harris moaning and working his hand harder and faster along his cock, though it was nothing compared to how her massive paw felt around his dick.

It was hot to see her break a man's neck as if it was nothing – and, to her, it was nothing, nothing at all. She moved over Harris, pinning him without a care with her knee, holding him down to the carpet with her knee on his chest, while her huge paw worked over his cock. It had been all well and good to have her toy pleasure himself for a while, though she snarled and wiped off his messy pre-cum on his stomach. Mess wasn't for the dominant of the situation, even though Culpin so very often took it by force.

Yet it was so that, that time, at least for a little while, Harris was spared the wrath of her fists and her feet, slamming and picking, driving and punching, all to see him writhe and twist, the air leaving his lungs from a gut punch. She took too much pleasure from slapping him about to stop, but that didn't mean that Harris couldn't get a lighter side of the malamute, at least from time to time. It didn't happen often, but it was a shame, in a way, that someone had to lose their life for it to happen, but that was not always the case.

As always, Harris would take what he was given as she shoved his face down, claws digging into her cheek as she snarled and pumped his dick, intent only on forcing him over the edge. He was more than used to the blossoming of pain that came with orgasm, but he still moaned as she forced him over his peak, right into the pulse of ejaculation. There was pleasure there, yes, but the sharpness of pain too, curling around it all like the clench of her paw, how she squeezed so viciously that, sometimes, it was as if the malamute was trying to make his cock burst.

Still, she had him, for as long as she wanted him. Her fingers crawled over his backside, though, as she rolled him over onto his front, cock squashed into the carpet, Harris barely noticed, murmuring his whispered thanks to her, always her.

As he laid there, moaning on the carpet, Culpin pushed her fingers and the rest of her paw into his backside, once again forgoing lube, playing with her toy even as the crumpled heap of Gary laid in the corner, not twitching, not moving.

Her toy was there to play with and Culpin was not yet done with him. The man who had interrupted them, well… He would never interrupt them ever again.

Her violence always saw the end in rough play.