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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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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.

He moves a little closer, enough that his slicked cock rocks against her folds and against her fingers.

"Uh-huh?"

Spit it out, Garrett.

Garrett whimpers faintly, almost quivering from the sunburst of need that surges in her veins at the feeling of his cock hard against her. Her fingers move just so, to wrap delicately around his cock and guide it inside her with a ragged gasp.

"Fuck me," she urges, tightening her legs around him to try vainly to drag him closer. "You want me to say it?" Fuck, her face is turning red from embarrassment at what Dodger is prying out of her. "I want to know what it feels like while I'm a woman."

She's trying to force him to enter her. That alone is enough to pull a laugh out of him. But he got what he wanted, and he'll reward that with a kiss.

"Well, since you've been a good girl all night... I'd say you earned it."

He shifts a bit to position himself correctly, and presses into her. Slow but somewhat forceful, taking only enough time not to hurt her on his way in. And he doesn't have the patience to let her adjust, he just slides immediately into a sloppy, eager rhythm.

The high-pitched moans she's been letting out slide down deep as Dodger's cock enters her, going low and rough for a sound she's never made before in her life. It's an incredibly strange feeling- like the first few inches of penetration before the prostate, except all the way in. There's something very odd about being filled up without the reward of that hot sunburst of pleasure, where the only sensation comes from the simple feeling of a cock in her ass. The stretch, the weight, hard and heavy and huge inside her.

Garrett realizes that she's clutching onto Dodger's arms with both hands, nails digging in sharply as she gasps. There's pleasure to this, but it's... deep. It's intense and so very deep inside her, quite different from what she's used to as a man. Out of curiosity, her hand drifts down to her clit again, but after the lightest touch she pulls her hand back like it's been burned with a yelp of "Too much."

That's strange, too. It felt incredibly good to touch herself, but the two feelings together were such an intense assault on her senses that she felt like she couldn't handle it. Instead, Garrett wraps her arms around him, head buzzing with wine and vivid images of what she sees when fucking women in this position. That thought makes her cheeks turn pink- the idea of being in the same position as the women she's bedded before, legs bent back with her cunt on display, so pretty and achingly empty. She buries her face in the crook of Dodger's neck and whines.

To Dodger, of course, it feels exactly the same. The body is different, but every hole has the same feeling and the only thing he cares about is the scent of Garrett's body and the sound of her moans in his ears.

That little yelp, though, is what catches his attention. He captures another kiss that he laughs into, and of course he can't leave that alone. He leans back a little, just enough not to dislodge her arms while reaching down to slide his fingers across her clit.

"Moan for me, baby."

Dodger instantly gets his wish: Garrett arches her back and cries out raggedly, a shudder running through her entire body at the lightning-sharp onslaught of feeling. It's a pure, helpless beg of a sound, though she doesn't know what exactly she's begging for.

"Dodger, please," she whines, hands trembling with the willpower it takes to not try and shove Dodger's arm away. Her nails are a little sharper than normal, perhaps, but it's nothing too notable- not as interesting as the way her body tightens around him, breath quickening as her cheeks flush red. "Oh god, it's so much."

Garrett can probably feel Dodger hardening even more inside of her, from the noises she's making. It takes a bit of thought to balance it, but he keeps rocking into her while his fingers slide in tight patterns over her clit. More work than fucking her as a man, perhaps, but more intense and more urgent after a night of teasing and flirting.

"Fuck..." He pants, digging his claws into her back to stop them from drawing out against her folds. No doubt half of the scars there are from him at this point.

They've barely started, but Garrett already feels like she's shaking apart. Like any moment she might scream or break down crying from how intense everything is. It's all she can do to pull him close and kiss him hard, drowning her moans in him.

When those claws dig painfully into her back Garrett cries out against Dodger's lips, a helpless whimper of a sound that shakes out of her as she comes, waves of pleasure crashing over her from inside and sweeping through her entire body. It's different than coming as a man - closer, perhaps, to how it felt to cum while soft and getting fucked. A more complete experience, and she doesn't even feel exhausted after- just like she needs to keep kissing him, to keep taking him, to keep feeling him inside and out.

The way that Garrett tightens around him, the way that she begs and screams wordlessly for him, are driving him absolutely crazy. Dodger's throat feels raw from his heavy panting, and he doubts he'll be able to last as long as she likely wants him to. He shifts the angle, pulling her hips up higher so he can fuck her more deeper, faster and harder than before.

He nearly hits his own orgasm before having to slow and pause. He's exhausted, too wired up to actually reach that edge before his hips start to hurt. He draws in another raspy breath, and captures her lips again before letting out a self-depricating huff of amusement.

"You're starting to wear me out."

Although Dodger has stopped touching her clit, Garrett is nearly on the precipice of another orgasm when he slows down. She gasps against his lips and answers that shaky little laugh.

"Work out more," she smirks. "It does wonders for the stamina." Her hand comes into his hair, lit up with the bright green light that always accompanies her stamina magic. For now it's just winding around unfocused, hazy in her drunkenness. "Need a pick-me-up?"

He can feel the build-up of that spell, and that's already alluring enough. Even if he feels like he's going to soak the bed through with his sweat. He interrupts her words with another kiss, and nods.

"I want to keep going until you pass out."

Garrett nods and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss, smothering him with affection and magic at the same time. Her legs tighten around his waist, though her thighs are starting to strain from being stretched so far.

"I think you're about to make me cum without even touching me," she confesses, artlessly clashing her sharp fangs against his. "This feels so good. I fucking love your cock."

He breathes in deeply, revelling in the feeling of energy flooding through his body. It almost feels like a shot of adrenaline. His hands move to her hips, and he rewards her with a hard thrust as deep as he can go.

"Good, 'cause you'll be taking it for a while."

He can lift her up properly now, thrusting and pulling her closer all at once to really fuck her senseless. He's trying to at least keep his strength in check enough not to break her, but he'll likely leave bruises and his claws are digging sharply into her skin.

Garrett lets out a delighted squeal and holds onto him tight, moaning low and lusty as the pleasure builds again, hard and thick and so deep inside her. After just a minute or two she throws her head back, shuddering from the pain of claws sunk into her, pinching and twisting her own nipples just for the thrill of it, and an orgasm surges through her like rolling thunder. She shakes with it, making noises she doesn't recognize in a pitch far lower and deeper than being fucked normally (as a woman) ever got from her, until she has the wits to look up at her lover.

"From behind," she gasps, wincing slightly. "My legs hurt."

It draws a purr out of him, feeling her tighten again and hearing noises he's never gotten out of Garrett before. At that request he steals another kiss, before nodding and slowing down.

"Alright. Roll over."

He pulls over and gives her time to do so, before his hands are back on her hips and he's teasing her with only the first inch or so of his cock. Just to bring himself down, so he doesn't come before he's actually satisfied.

Garrett rolls onto her hands and knees and spreads her legs wide for him, trembling with anticipation. Even those first two inches draw deep groans from her, both needy and impatient, from the unique pleasure of being stretched so wide.

"Maker's balls," she murmurs, a little slurred. Garrett tries to fight him, to press back and get more of his cock despite the futility against his awesome strength. "It's not- not quite as good as getting ass fucked as a man, but holy shit..."

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