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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 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..."

He laughs at that - it's honest, and he's always loved honesty above all else. After letting her struggle for a while he finally presses in further, until he bottomed out and pauses there.

"Don't worry, I'll fuck you just as hard once you switch back."

He pulls out almost completely, before slamming in again. There's a pause for a moment before he places a hand on her lower back, and blasts her with heat - branding her properly with his handprint, and moving to grip her shoulder so he can fuck her into the bed before she complains.

Garrett shudders and yelps with pleasure before her world lights up with pain. Sheer white-hot agony cresting sharply, burning into her skin as she screams and claws at the bed until she can smell cooked flesh. Of course Dodger doesn't let up, and by the time he shoves her into the bed she's still scrabbling desperately for freedom.

"Wait," she cries, though her words are muffled by the bed. Impulsively she starts to heal herself, though it's much less careful and targeted than her sober work- this healing runs the risk of immediately mending her bruised and bites and claw marks from tonight.

Dodger slows his motions, but doesn't let her go. One of his hands stays on her hip to keep her in place, and the other grips her hair in a quiet, gentle warning.

"Don't heal yourself." It comes out as a quiet growl, low and authoritative. "Whatever you heal up, I'll have to do again."

Every bruise, every scratch and bite, and of course the handprint burnt into her skin.

Garrett slowly settles under his authoritative hold, still shaking and sucking in rattling breaths. The pain is so intense in her wine-soaked body that she feels like she's on fire.

"Let me- fix it," she begs desperately. "It hurts. Just let me make it- make it a scar."

He finally pauses, and leans forward to press his lips against her ear. For a moment he just pants, letting his hot breath puff against her skin.

"If it disappears, I'll burn you again. Scar it over, that's it. Understand?"

It's all the permission she's getting. And he still doesn't let her go.

A low moan pushes from her mouth at the heart-stopping angle of his cock pressing hard inside her, a curious sensation amidst the sea of agony. Strange to feel such pleasure while being hurt so badly.

"Yes," she pants, struggling for coherence with her mind blurred and body still being fucked. "I understand."

It takes a tremendous amount of effort for her to focus on the injury enough, to make sure she just scars it over without making it vanish, but she manages. With extreme effort and the kind of wobbly, laser-focused care that only a drunk trying to overcompensate can manage, she pours just the right kind of magic into the searing burn so that it heals to a thick, red scar. Something that will stay for the rest of her life, but isn't overly disfiguring or terribly ugly. The pain vanishes as well, making her sag with relief into the bed.

"Good girl." He murmurs, nipping her eat with his sharp teeth before leaning further over her.

He presses her down into the bed, trapping her with his body while he presses his cock in with slow, deep motions. Puffs of breath curl around her ear, and his claws dig slowly into her hip, his other hand still gripping into her hair and forcing her head down.

"How does it feel?"

Dodger sinks down heavily on top of her, covering her body with his and surrounding her, huge and strong and all-encompassing. He rocks back and forth, fucking her ass slowly, cock working deep inside her to fill her until she can barely think and every breath comes out as a long, low groan. The sheer strength in his grip holding her down - the brutality when his claws oh-so-slowly sink into her flesh, drawing blood as he holds her in place like an animal - the savagery of it makes her shudder.

"So good," she keens, voice pitched down lower than usual from the incredible feeling of it. Garrett is so turned on that it actually hurts, a tight feeling between her legs like her cunt is pain from being empty, aching to be filled and fucked. She balls her fists in the bedcovers and lets out a soft, shivering cry. "Oh my god, it hurts- oh..."

"Spread your legs a little more." He murmurs, thrusting a few more times before he pulls her hips back up.

He forces her back into a doggystyle position, releasing her hair so he can hold her hips in a bruising grip. But he doesn't move quite yet. Instead his tail slides up, running the tip along her clit and whipping quick and soft against her folds.

"What do you say to being double-stuffed." Not that her opinion really matters.

Garrett obeys immediately, of course, spreading her legs wider for him so he can fuck her. Her moans turn into pained squealing when he pulls her hips with his claws still sunk into her flesh, followed by hissing and a sharp wince when his other hand joins the first in its brutality. Drunk as she is, it's hard for her to maintain her usual no-fucks-given about pain.

But Dodger does a pretty good job of distracting her: something starts to rub gently against her clit and teases her aching, dripping-wet cunt, drawing out a long, needy whine. She tries to press back against it only to painfully remember the claws brutally holding her in place.

"Please," she urges, trembling slightly. "I need it. Fuck, I need it."

The begging pulls a quiet laugh out of him, and he readily obliges. The end of his tail slides slowly into her, filling her up in a single thrust until he feels her back wall.

Granted, he's never done this before, so he starts with slow and methodical thrusts with his tail. His hips move soon after, trying to find a rhythm between them without driving himself insane. The result is somewhat sloppy, but deep and filling. All of his focus is on Garrett, trying to repeat anything that makes her particularly loud.

When he first slides into her, Garrett sees stars. She's never been full quite like this, and the pressure of feeling Dodger's cock and tail hard against each other inside her is making her head spin. With every thrust, his tail slides against his cock through the thin walls of her body, making for a friction that's unlike anything she's ever felt before.

Yes, the rhythm they settle into is sloppy, but she can't get enough of it. What she likes best is when they both thrust at the same time, stuffing her full to bursting in one stroke before pulling back in tandem. When Dodger does that, she cries out roughly, clenching tight as she hovers on the brink of an orgasm that's only delayed by the wine in her system and the tempering force of pain from Dodger's claws sunk into her flesh.

"Oh god," she cries in between moans and yes and right there. "Ohhhhh Maker, fuck-"

He picks up on the way that she likes him thrusting all at once, and it makes it a little easier for him to time it. So that's what he does, fucking her slow but deep and forcing his tail in sharply with each thrust. His breath comes out in hellishly hot puffs, feeling almost crazed from the lust coursing through him and the feeling of her body tight around both parts of him.

"Don't beg for your Maker." He growls, moving one of his hands to grip the back of her neck and force her head down to the mattress.

"Beg for me."

Dodger pulls his claws out of her (making her yip with pain) and grips the back of her neck, bloody claws gripping tight. When he shoves her head down, his domineering growl slides into her ears, dragging rough fingers down her spine as she shudders and whines with lust. It's so hot, it's so fucking hot that she can't breathe, that her legs are shaking with the need to cum and she screams her desire helplessly into the muffling mattress.

"Dodger," Garrett begs helplessly, trembling and hot with need. "Please, please, I'm so close, please."

It's a curious tendency that arises sometimes, when she's truly losing herself. When things are so intense or scorchingly hot that she has no mind left, sometimes Garrett will beg for permission to climax even if Dodger hasn't told him not to. He's never stopped to ask himself why that submissive instinct shows itself unasked.

Dodger has definitely noticed how Garrett waits for his permission, how he always holds off until he's told to come. It had been easier to train into him than Dodger had expected, but he isn't complaining. The rush of power hits like nothing else.

"Do it." He thrusts into her harshly, with his cock as well as his tail. "Come for me."

Not that he'll stop when she does. He'll keep going until he's satisfied.

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