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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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A continuation of He Called her a Husky.

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“Oh, you didn't think you were going to get away that easily now, did you?"

Cupun, the malamute with a smirk on her grey and black muzzle and eyes narrowed cruelly, eyed the pathetic wreck of a human on the bed before her. Harris groaned deep in the back of his throat and turned his head to the side, the only sort of shake that he could offer her with every muscle in his body aching, screaming for relief. He needed to rest, to sleep, to recover, his anal ring hopelessly broken and abused, stretched and gaping, although she had not allowed him even a drop of lube in taking him so roughly and crudely to begin with.

How had that happened? In the headiness of the moment, Harris' head spun and he rolled onto his side, leg twitching as if he thought that he was going to be able to escape, to get away somehow. His cock throbbed, half-hard with the remains of an orgasm splattered across his stomach, blissfully forced from him as he languished on the dildo and arm of the anthro malamute that he had made the mistake of calling a husky. And, well, that would be one error that he would never again make, for the sake of his own poor body and all that she had done to him.

But Cupun drew back slowly, her arm and the sex toy that she had crammed rudely up into him making their way back into open air. It was a strange sensation to have something so large dragged from him, his body nothing more than a vessel on which she could, very aptly, vent her frustrations. She was a malamute, after all, who had gone through so many instances of being referred to as less than who she was that she was no longer all that amenable to idiot men thinking that she was a puppy dog that they'd quickly have eating out of their hands.

And she was far from done with him. As he swallowed and tried to work some of the soreness from his locked-up jaw, she hauled him back to her with a dry, hoarse laugh, her tone entirely devoid of humour.

“Are you going somewhere?"

Her voice came with such a callous ring of power and abject domination, control oozing from her in spades, that it was as if she had not even needed to say the words at all. Not that he would have called her a cat but she was as wicked as such, toying with her prey as he tried to say no, that he needed to go, that he had learned his lesson... And yet it was not worth saying anything at all, much less striving when one's jaw was so sore and his throat so very tired from crying out.

Maybe he'd let her have her fun. Just for a little while.

Harris gasped as he was tossed from the bed, straight up in the air as if he weighed nothing at all. Her size and bulk, rippling with muscle beneath her thick, malamute fur, betrayed her dominance over him and he landed again with a grunt, ungainly and unflattering, a lummox of a man. Pressing her arm down into his lower back casually, she let him kick and squirm and cry out hoarsely (not really making much noise at all) as much as he liked, for he was going to retrieve the same treatment all the same.

Light slanted in through the open door, voices and music carrying up the stairs from where the party was still going on. But they would not help him and it was difficult to say no still when his cock throbbed up to full hardness again, ready and eager and aching for more.

Her fingers pushed into his poor, strained anal ring and Harris ground his teeth again, the searing throb of pain sending a pulse through his body that should have rendered a lesser man unconscious. Maybe it was worse than what he was imagining or maybe it was even worse: all he knew was that his body inadvertently, brokenly, rocked back against her as if there was nothing else in the world for him, nothing that he could possibly have desired more when he was being torn down, shred by shred, by the very stunning female that he had been so condescending to in the first place.

As her paw worked deeper, driving up into him with unerring persistence, he clenched his jaw, sealing away a moan. No... No, he would not let her know what he was enjoying it. Not as it was. She hadn't even used lube and she thought he was just going to be okay with what she was doing to him?

Of course, his lack of fight and resistance, in that case, was telling enough that Cupun could push further and harder, although she would only have pinned him down or sat on him if she had thought that he would go away. That didn't stop a snarl from ripping itself from her muzzle, black lips curling him dangerously, as her eyes seemed to flash, sexual desire curling up from the pit of her belly. Let him break. Let him bleed for her.

“Take it all..."

As if he had any choice in the matter at all. Harris groaned and twisted, rolling his head back as he panted without actually seeming to get any extra oxygen into his lungs. Why did she make it so hard? And just what lesson did the malamute think she was going to teach him?

Of course, there was nothing that a man like him could do as she shoved her arm up into him, laughing maniacally the whole while, her victim forced down over the bed with his head hanging over the edge. She took entirely too much joy from bending and breaking him to her will and if he'd truly been resistant, there was no telling just how far she would have taken things, crushing him beneath her. Harris moaned, his anal ring strained and gaping around her arm as she forced it deeper and deeper, clenching her fist once her paw was deep enough and near enough punching up inside him without any sense of care or consideration for his mind or wellbeing.

Yet it was not just to be one paw inside him, her arm pushing deeper and deeper, but something more. For he should have fled when he had the chance without allowing her to begin shoving her other arm into him, laughing as his eyes shot wide and he clawed at the bed with a strangled howl, although there shouldn't really have been any breath left in his lungs to make any noise at all.

The pressure. The force. She had the strength behind her arm to spear through him in any which way, a muscled stud of a female malamute. Harris, truly, was lucky that it was only a crude demonstration of sexual play that she was interested in, emasculating him in the most humiliating way that he could possibly imagine. But that was maybe why his gut twisted so, cock drooling and trickling pre-cum even as it remained half-hard, wanting and yet his body simply not able to sustain such raw overstimulation of pleasure, each throb and wave coming relentlessly from every direction and then some. There was no way for him to twist away, throat tightening as he gaped like a goldfish, and her arm wormed its ruthless, brutal way deeper and deeper, stretching him out and out and out.

“Too much for you?" She taunted him with a particularly cruel twist of her arm to punctuate her point. “Too bad...so sad!"

Cupun didn't need to be eloquent to get her point across, putting her arms tightly together as her paws came up against one another, leaning into the 'thrust' as she powered him open. There was nothing about her that knew how to hold back and he howled, clawing at the bed and dragging the sheets up to his chest as if that small act alone could help to anchor him in the moment, give him something to hang on to that wasn't erotic pain. The stretch, however, forced his attention back to Cupun over and over again, neck rounded and tense, a muscle jumping at the corner of his gaping jaw. She didn't need to toss him around the bedroom just to show off her power and control over him when he was but a simple beast of a man grinding back onto her arms as if she was the only thing in the world for him.

“Little man..."

Oh, how she mocked him but it only made him all the 'harder', feeling hard and ready despite everything, his cock simply unable to get hard enough for penetrate when he was being so coarsely pounded. He barely moved his hips but her lips turned up in a smirk even as she slammed into him, shoving her paws deeper and deeper, claiming every last inch of his abused and aching hole as her own. He was nothing to her, a passing fancy, but the dominating claws and slam of the malamute's arms up into him, so deep that it felt as if she was pushing right up into his intestines, his stomach, kept him moaning quietly, devoid of breath with which he could be any louder.

But he could not sustain the reach of orgasm as she thrust and ground, hammering up into him, pushing him up from the bed as if he weighed nothing at all. He was nothing to her in terms of size and mass but he was hardly going to be more than a broken toy to her by the time she was done with him. Growling, Cupun peeled her lips dangerously back from her teeth, ignoring a shadow passing beyond the door, and drove in with renewed power and determination. She would make him squeal! Just like the pig he was.

So weak, so insignificant. Harris' head rolled and rolled with one emotion after the other, desire tightening in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't cum but he had to cum, his anal ring and passage stretched and strained... He had to be bleeding, there was no possible way that he couldn't be. But he couldn't think of that as he parted his lips, eyes rolling back into his skull, back arching as, somehow, he found himself on all fours, mouthing her name over and over again, although he did not dare cry out her species for the simple fear of getting it wrong.

And orgasm came under her paw, a passing fancy to the true event that was her completely and utterly getting to show off her brutal side. She never got to be so crass and crude and there was so much that she had to show him, to force his body to release, a little, weak jet of cum spilling onto the bed as she rammed her fists in harder and deeper than ever. Closing her fingers, she forced her paws even larger inside him, stretching his depths out, and he grunted hoarsely, his entire body shaking and the lines of muscle beaded with sweat.

It was perfect. Just as he'd imagined it would be. The malamute chuckled raggedly, working her arms and paws inside him, him just a puppet and a toy to bruise to her whims.

He knew he shouldn't have said it, lying there bruised and broken with the smallest of smiles on his lips, pain blending softly into the afterglow of orgasm. It was stupid, it was reckless and it was the very thing that had gotten him everywhere he had ever wanted to go and so very much more too.

Cupun stared at him, ears pricked, eyes narrowing as his lips moved to speak the words that would seal his fate for the rest of the night, party or no party.

“I did think you were a husky..."

Maybe she did need some more relief...