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[4/25/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] *Garrett arrives in Boston, and Dodger picks him up from the hospital. Later they discuss CBT.
[5/26/21 - DAY 1 (4/25)] Coyote contacts Garrett, warns him about Dodger, and offers a few resources if he needs an escape.
[5/28/21 - DAY 2 (4/26)] Garrett and Dodger argue about Dodger refusing to defuse his door bombs. Later, Dodger tries bottoming and Garrett gets a chastity device.
[6/22/21 - DAY 3 (4/27)] Garrett earns his way out of the cock cage with knifeplay. Dodger leaves afterward and comes back bruised and bloody.
- Dodger carves a protection rune into Garrett's chest.
- Dodger bottoms again, featuring post-orgasm torture.
[7/16/21 - DAY 4 (4/28)] *Garrett wakes Dodger up with sex. Dodger is a big bossy brat and proceeds to prematurely ejaculate.
- Dodger tries to answer his phone mid-sex.
- They argue about adopting out the dogs.
- Dodger introduces the demon fleshlight. It spirals into violent, bloody sex.
- They have an after-sex feelings jam, and softer aftercare sex.
[8/3/21 - DAY 17 (5/11)] Garrett blindfolds Dodger and tops him to handle the frustration of being caged.
- Dodger starts up a struggle for dominance halfway through, and wins.
- Afterward, Dodger teases Garrett briefly before they have sex in the shower.
- Garrett safe-words during sex, and they pivot to softer (?) sex in bed, before Dodger locks Garrett in the closet overnight.
[8/4/21 - DAY 15? (5/9)] Garrett meets Marina, and introduces her to Max.
[8/19/21 - DAY 18 (5/12)] Dodger wakes Garrett up with gender-swapped sex, although he really overshot the 'kink' factor of the closet.
- They talk briefly about Garrett's new apartment, and Dodger changes the subject by inviting him on a coffee date.
- Garrett gets restless, and Dodger takes him on an impromptu trip into rural Mass. On the way Garrett heals Dodger's wrist scars.
- Dodger screws Garrett against the hood of a rental car he stole at gunpoint.
[9/2/21 - DAY 20 (5/14)] Garrett and Coyote talk about job-hunting, and Coyote updates him on Marina and Max.
[9/14/21 - DAY 21 (5/15)] Dodger pushes Garrett into gender-swapping, so he can take her out to dinner and be lovey in public.
- Dodger starts fingering Garrett under the table during dinner, and slips in a little of his feeder kink.
- They screw in the car on the way home, and keep going at home. Dodger tries out tail-fucking Garrett.
[10/6/21 - DAY 29 (5/23)] Garrett sees texts from Jason on Dodger's phone, and they argue after both taking truth serum.
- They discuss Garrett's suicide, and Dodger shares his fears about it. They also talk about therapy for Dodger.
- They argue about Dodger's drive to keep Garrett locked away for his own safety. Garrett leaves to move into his new apartment.
- Garrett texts Coyote the next morning to talk about possibly working for Dana's group.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] Garrett meets Dana, they briefly discuss his new job and then go off to spar together.
[10/12/21 - DAY 30 (5/24)] *Garrett and Dodger sext to smooth over the rough night before.
- Dodger agrees for Garrett to meet his friends, and talks a bit about them and his role at Atlas.
- Garrett doms Dodger, until Dodger uses his safeword.
- They discuss the sex contract again, and get worked up enough to go back to screwing.
[11/12/21 - DAY 57 (6/20)] Dodger takes Garrett on a plane ride to meet Augustine in New York.
[AUGUSTINE - 1/17/22 - DAY 57 (6/20)] *Dodger and Garrett meet up with Augustine, who feels Garrett up before dismissing her for their business meeting.
- Afterward, Augustine catches them being cute at the hotel bar.
- They meet up with Scotty and Jazzlyn at a fancy Chinese restaurant.
- Dodger has to step out after Scotty and Jazzlyn leave, leaving Garrett alone with Augustine.
- They go back to their hotel room, and have make-up sex with a vibrator involved.
- Garrett heals Dodger's back scars, and they talk about his tattoos. Garrett marks his territory.
[2/1/22 - DAY 58 (6/21)] Dodger and Garrett head home from New York, screw on a plane and then again at home.
[PALO - 2/11/22 - DAY 75-76 (7/8-7/9)] Dodger finally introduces Garrett to his friends, so they can do coke and play Poker.
- Palo corners Garrett to be territorial over Dodger.
- Dodger and friends start betting on who gets to use Garrett's mouth. Palo nearly kills Garrett, twice.
- The next morning, Dodger does his best to make up for the night before, with romance and foreplay.
- Dodger almost immediately ruins it by going fully overboard with 'kink'.
- Garrett gets his revenge by topping Dodger, and afterward they argue about Dodger not being able to admit he fucked up.
[BREAK-UP - 3/24/22 - DAY 83 (7/16)] Dodger takes Garrett out to eat, but gets interrupted by a run-in with Dana.
[3/29/22 - DAY 80 (7/13)] Dodger and Garrett get into an argument over text, after which Dodger gets drunk and rapes him.

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Garrett doggedly continues cutting while she enjoys the feeling of rough fingers against her slit. It's so intense, slick and sensitive and giving her this strange feeling like she hurts down there, like being empty is causing her physical pain that only getting fucked could soothe. She's so wet that Dodger's fingers move easily through her folds, and it's a struggle to concentrate on what she's doing when she pushes his plate back in front of him.

"It feels weird to be the only one eating," she insists. "Use your free hand."

But she does obey him and go for another bite- only for a soft moan to slip from her open mouth right as it closes around a bite of food. Garrett shivers hard, a sound humming in her throat with pleasure both from the delicious food and the sudden fingers inside her.

"That's bold," she murmurs. "Someone will notice."

"Then keep quiet." He replies softly, leaning over to press a kiss along the shell of her ear.

He goes back to eating, looking as calm and cool as ever. His cock is straining painfully against his pants, but he can keep himself under control with a bit of effort. Every bite goes down his throat barely chewed, rushing to get through it while his brain burns with the urge to fuck her.

Garrett cuts up a bunch of her steak at once, then drops her free hand under the table to touch Dodger's thigh. While he fingers her, slow and frustratingly shallow due to the angle, her hand wanders over his leg until she feels a bulge straining under her hand. It's so thrilling to rub his cock through his pants while eating a fancy steak in public, praying that nobody catches them at the wrong angle and that the tablecloth and curved booth protect them.

She can feel his eyes burning into her with every bite she takes. Her mind flits back occasionally to the way Dodger had sighed that's it when she started eating, and recalls all the times he's gotten attentive or affectionate during meals. It's strange, but there's a certain thrill to being told to clear her plate first, like an unruly teenager being forced to suffer through dinner before getting to go out with friends. All the while, she punctuates with wine, not noticing how much it's going to her head until she realizes that she's starting to get past tipsy and dangerously close to drunk.

"How many people would you let fuck me at once?" She pipes up randomly, wanting to hear him talk more. "Are you sure you wouldn't want to watch someone fuck me in the ass? I think that would be amazing."

Dodger lets out a labored breath as she starts to grope him, and struggles to finish his own steak without moaning into it. After only a few moments he has to grip her hand softly and push it off.

"Hands to yourself. Keep eating."

It's partly that his cock hurts from pushing into his pants, straining so hard for the chance to fuck her, and partly that he knows he won't be able to keep himself still and calm. Fuck, he's going to lose his mind like this.

"I'd leash you up and lead you around a party. Let anyone touch you or fuck you, until your throat is sore and your cunt is dripping cum." His voice is coming out in a low growl, dripping with sort groans even after she's stopped touching him. "But if I'm giving your body away to every son of a bitch that asks nicely, I want to keep some of it to myself."

Garrett does in fact keep her hands to herself after that, though it takes both hands and every spare brain cell to successfully eat without dissolving into open moans. It gets harder when Dodger keeps talking, spinning an image so filthy and perfect that he can probably feel her cunt clench around his fingers as a wave of heady arousal hits her.

"Oh god." Softly, hands tightening on her fork. She stuffs another bite in, unwisely large to make it harder to hear the very soft sound she makes. "Would you blindfold me, or let me see everything?"

Another bite, chewed too fast, washed down with more wine. She's squirming in her chair and feels incredibly exposed. Surely any second now everyone will notice how red she is or how hard it is for her to breathe. Her heaving breasts have to be obvious, and the sweat starting to break upon her brow. This body feels so strange, and she isn't entirely sure of how she feels about being exposed like this to other people for their consumption, but as long as they don't know who she is... it's at least tolerable.

Dodger has a grin plastered on his face, as much as he tries to hide it. He keeps eating with one hand, but his other is exploring diligently, trying to find what motions really make her fall apart. He can't keep her eyes off of her, and his mouth is watering more from desire than hunger.

"Depends on the day. Maybe one day I'll tie you up so that you can't move, blindfold you and leave you in a closet for men to fuck as they choose. You'll never know what they're planning or who fucks you, and you won't be able to stop it."

His hand clenches a bit - he's struggling much more now with his urges, and he can just barely stop himself when another waiter comes by. He asks them for the check and a to-go box, and keeps a careful eye out for them returning with it.

With the angle, Dodger can't get his fingers very deep, so a lot of those motions end up being impossibly frustrating. They leave Garrett wanting more, aching fiercely and dripping wet around his hand while fighting a bone-deep hunger that has her hands shaking.

"Oh... I want that. Fuck." The curse comes very softly while she scrapes her plate, cramming a giant fork-full of green beans into her mouth that she only halfheartedly cuts before eating. There's still more to go, but she's getting full and gives Dodger a pleading look with wide eyes and pink cheeks. "If I finish my plate, I'll be too full to have any fun. Oh god," she takes a shaking breath, struggling to keep still in her chair. "Dodger, please."

Another sigh escapes him, and he lets out a little purring growl at her begging. He slips his fingers out of her, and slowly and diligently licks them clean while his eyes are locked on hers. He finishes just in time for the waiter to bring a check, and a to-go box that Dodger casually loads the rest of their meal into. He caps the whiskey and wine bottles, and nudges Garrett out of her seat.

"Let's go home, yeah?" He presses a kiss to her ear and growls into it, "I'm going to fuck you until you pass out."

Garrett stares at him, dazed and wide-eyed, making the tiniest little sound at how slowly he licks his fingers clean. She is well aware that they're being unsubtle, so when she stands up, she reaches into her little purse and pulls out some money, intent on adding to whatever Dodger left as a tip.

Then Dodger growls that delicious promise into her ear, and she shudders and drops whatever's in her hand without looking. (It turns out to be a $100 bill, but it doesn't matter to her.) She links arms with him to help her stay on her feet and leans against him, both out of unsteadiness and a horny desire for closeness. When they get outside, she winds an arm around his waist.

"Call a taxi. These heels are made for fucking, not walking in."

Dodger had thrown down a few hundreds for the bill, without actually looking at it. The waiters are gonna have a good night tonight, he figures. They're definitely being unsubtle, too, but it probably isn't the first time Dodger's had a date like this at this particular restaurant.

He nods to the request and makes a quick call, but rather than a taxi, a black car shows up to take them. He leads her in, and as soon as the door is shut he grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her into a much hungrier kiss than before. The driver's row is sectioned off by an opaque wall, so there's no need to worry about the driver seeing them.

As soon as they're alone, Garrett sighs in relief as she lets her fangs come out. She's been deliberately keeping them retracted this whole time, but they sprout full length in an instant, proving just how turned on she actually is. Garrett is already so keyed up, so needy, so dripping wet and frustrated that when Dodger yanks her hair, she lets out not a soft moan but a hungry cry that's swiftly cut off by Dodger's mouth. She wraps her harms around him and pulls herself in close, kissing him hard and deep as if she could pour all of her desire into it.

No longer giving a shit about being seen, Garrett gets a leg over Dodger's lap and climbs on top of him, straddling the tent in his trousers with her own aching wetness as she settles on top of him heavily. The hard line of his cock against her feels so fucking good that she moans roughly into the kiss, her fangs already filling her mouth and catching on his lips and tongue.

Dodger releases her hair when she straddles him, just to shove his hands under her skirt and grip her ass. He pulls her closer, not just encouraging her but moving her himself to rub against his hard cock. He moans into her mouth, taking a second to switch off his ring so his own fangs can pop off and clash against hers.

One of his hands moves to her lower back, forcing her to arch her back and push her ass up. It gives his tail access to rub against her cunt, sliding between her folds and pressing hard against the underside of her clit.

Garrett whines against Dodger's lips, suddenly aching for him to be inside her. Her hands are in his hair when they separate.

"Are we home yet?" Her voice is husky as she nips at his lip gently, softly catching it between her sharp teeth. "I feel like I'm going to die if I don't get fucked soon."

He groans softly at the hands in his hair, and returns the nip before following it with another harsh kiss.

"Soon." He murmurs, sliding a hand up to grip her throat softly. "Look in my eyes."

His tail pushes under her underwear. Between her folds, searching for a moment before pushing into her. He keeps it shallow for only a moment, pulling back and then shoving it in until it hits the back wall.

Garrett gazes into Dodger's eyes, heart pounding in her chest at Dodger's hand around her neck. She knows he doesn't mean to hurt her, but there's still a distinct air of danger to it. It adds to the thrill when Dodger's tail enters her, drawing a soft gasp as she stares into those deep green eyes.

"Oh," she sighs, thighs trembling slightly. It's still shallow, but then she gets her wish when Dodger fucks into her so hard she lets out a sharp, needy beg of a sound, a gasping moan. "Dodger- oh god, fuck me, please. Please."

Dodger lets out a growl in reply, his eyes locking with hers while his tail fucks her viciously. It's an unfamiliar feeling and takes a bit more effort than he's used to, but it's worth it for the chance to watch her moan and beg like this.

"Good girl..." He tightens his grip a bit, just enough to still let her breathe. "Good girl, how does it feel?"

Garrett shudders, her fingers digging into his hair and pulling hard enough to hurt. It's so much that she can barely breathe - or maybe that's the hand around her throat. Just keeping her eyes on Dodger takes effort when all she wants to do is let her head loll back and moan. She won't complain, though, when the gentle choke-hold has her flushed warm and makes her shiver.

"Good," she pants, thighs quivering from effort. "Weird, but good."

"Good." He growls, making sure his tail slams into her much harder on the next thrust. His thumb slides into her mouth, forcing it open so she can moan freely and he can feel her fangs.

There's something thrilling about being this close, and being denied the use of his own cock. Even if it's still him fucking her, it feels foreign and exciting. But Dodger doesn't get much time to explore those feelings, because the car stops and his tail slides out of her right afterward.

"We're here."

Garrett barely has a moment to moan and try to close her mouth around Dodger's thumb before the car stops. Dodger pulls out of her so fast that she nearly falls over, throwing a hand behind her to brace herself on the opaque wall separating the driver.

"Right." Shakily. "Okay."

She hurriedly adjusts her underwear and pulls her skirt down before the driver opens the door, just in time to cover herself. With a strange body and new center of balance, Garrett only just manages to get out of the car without tripping, and clings to Dodger for balance when they're both out. It's partly just an excuse to hold onto him. Feeling small is so... novel.

"Hi," she says, sliding her hand around his waist and under his shirt. Her brain is on fire with lust and clawing need, stripping her of the self-control it takes to not lean in and start nibbling his ear in the middle of the goddamn sidewalk.

"Hi," Dodger purrs as he helps her out of the car, only barely managing to grab their leftovers before letting the driver close the door and drive off. He seeks out a kiss from her, half tongues and half teeth, and his tail briefly wraps around her leg before he leads her toward the building. He just has to get them close enough, before he can bring them up.

No doubt that being drunk makes teleportation feel even worse, and it takes several jumps to get them up to his apartment. He takes a moment to leave the leftovers on the counter but it feels like barely a second to Garrett, giving her no time at all to get her bearings. When they finally stop he has her pinned down to the bed, hands laced together while his forearms cover hers, with his tail lashing back and forth with anticipation. His breathing is heavy, and his cock is so hard it's starting to hurt.

He pauses, though, and leans in close so that he can speak in a rough growl. "Can I rip your clothes off?"

Teleportation is pretty terrible while drunk, but landing in bed with a gorgeous guy on top of her more than makes up for it. His cock digs against her achingly wet cunt and his voice is so fucking sexy she actually moans a little just at the question.

"You paid for it," she pants, nerves thrilling at feeling so small and weak. Garrett wants to feel his strength, she wants to be the one having her bodice ripped off, for once. "It's your call."

He grins into the next kiss, his breathing rasping and husky with want. There's some fumbling as he unzips his pants and shoves them down just enough to get out of his way, and flexes his claws out to rip her panties over with a single motion. He reaches past her to the bottle of lube that had been forgotten on the bed at some point earlier, wets his fingers and presses them urgently against her asshole.

"Fuck..." He groans, seeking out another kiss, "I can never get enough of you."

Garrett kisses him intensely, groaning into his mouth with every heated moment. At some point she breaks to answer his lusty confession with, "Get my fucking dress off. My tits are dying in here."

It's been over a year since she last felt nipple stimulation as a woman, and she's excited to see how her usual sensitivity heightens.

That gets a wry laugh out of him, and he nips her lip harshly before gripping the neck of her dress and tearing down the center of it. He leans down to press kisses along her chest until he meets the middle of her bra, and snaps it open with his teeth just as he pushes two fingers inside of her.

"Better?"

Garrett lets out a sharp gasp of delight when Dodger tears her clothing off, reveling in the sheer brutality of it. This was a very expensive dress, and the raw vulgarity in destroying it just for a momentary carnal thrill is... intense. When her breasts finally pop free right at the moment two fingers shove into her ass, Garrett arches her back and moans out loud.

"Yeah," she whines, breath caught in her throat at the sudden stretch. It's a shocking feeling, and drunk as she is it's a bit of a struggle to remind herself to relax. "Touch me," she urges, pawing at his face gracelessly. "Please."

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