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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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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."

Dodger leans into her hands readily, and nods at her request. His free hand moves to grope along her hip and feel up her stomach, finally finding a breast and kneading it softly. His lips find her other nipple, latching on and sucking softly while he continues to finger her. Gentle, but firm and unrelenting.

She tips her head back and moans high in her throat, a thin trembling sound that's so helpless it's almost heartbreaking. Like she physically can't handle the feelings assaulting her from those achingly sensitive points, so delicate as Dodger works her over. Garrett's arm wraps around Dodger's shoulders, clutching at his back almost desperately, giving her anchor so she can arch her back as he takes her apart in shivers and mewling whines.

Need is an urgent throb she can no longer ignore. Without even thinking about it, her free hand snakes between them, reaching between her legs for her aching, neglected clit.

For once, Dodger doesn't stop her. But he feels her hand moving down, and releases her nipple after nipping it softly between his sharp teeth.

"Naughty girl, playing with yourself without asking permission..." He finds a nipple with his fingers and pinches it sharply, tugging lightly before going back to playing with it. "Keep going. If you come, I'll just keep fucking you anyway."

Every bite and pinch sends a hot spike of feeling lancing through her, back arching with a high-pitched whine. When Garrett's fingers find her clit she gasps sharply, immediately overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation.

"Fuck, it's so much," she whimpers, her free hand knotting in his hair. She starts to touch herself lightly, breath catching and head spinning with need.

"Good." He mumbles, nearly pulling his fingers out before pushing a third in and continuing to fuck her with them.

He leans up, careful not to disrupt either of their hands, and reaches for the bottle of lube to coat his cock. The prep is rushed and forceful, but it's more than she's gotten half of the time since she introduced him to going in rough. As it stands right now, he doesn't think either of them can wait much longer.

"Tell me what you want."

Garrett is slowly falling apart under Dodger's attentions, and the light touches to her clit only make it worse. She's not eager to go stampeding straight to orgasm, though, and with this much wine in her she doesn't think she could come that quickly anyway. It's more than enough to shudder and moan under clever fingers and lips, teeth and tongue while touching herself with uncertain, tentative motions. It's strange, of course - she isn't sure she could handle seeing it in a mirror - but it feels goddamn good, and she's drunk enough to be able to look past the dysphoria of her cock being gone.

So when Dodger asks that question, she has no trouble coming up with a breathless answer. "I want to know what anal feels like while I'm- like this."

Dodger cocks his head, scanning her over with a smirk playing at his lips. He pulls his fingers out and wipes them beside her, takes her legs and pulls her in closer. But that's it. He stops.

"Like what?" He grins innocently, "On your back?"

She smirks and nips at his lip gently with sharp fangs.

"No, idiot, like-" Garrett gestures at herself, her own body, vaguely. "In this form."

Dodger laughs and steals another kiss, pretending to take a while to think before shrugging a little.

"What form?"

Garrett's nose wrinkles as she wraps her legs around his hips.

"You know what I mean. Female."

He really is trying to drag it out of her, but that concession (weird as it makes her feel) ought to be enough.

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