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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.

*Nipple Piercing Conversation Counter: 4

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Garrett lets go immediately, obediently reaching for her tits again to resume obeying the last command he gave her. When he starts to cut off her breathing, Garrett chokes, reaching for the bracelet quickly so she can turn the charm on. She has no idea how much longer he'll last, but she knows it's probably longer than the 2 minutes she could hold her breath without passing out.

"That's it..."

He doesn't last as long as usual - which is already kind of short. It's the danger of it, the feeling of Garrett trembling under him and the excitement of her anatomy. The feeling of her throat crushed by his hand, and the taste of her skin in his mouth.

His claws dig sharply into her hip and he picks up his pace, fucking her fast and deep as his body heats up eagerly. His breathing turns into ragged, feral panting, and by the time he comes he's likely left a wicked bruise across her throat.

When Dodger's claws threaten to break the skin, Garrett smacks his hand sharply, hoping to convey a strong no without her voice. Her dress is white, and they can't afford the visibility of blood stains in public like this.

There's not a lot she can do about it, though. Even when she wants him to stop something, she can't do anything to force him or to stop him from using and abusing her body however he wants. She quivers in his arms and chokes softly, cock aching and dripping for him, pinching and twisting her nipples obediently while he uses her ass. Dodger's heavy panting in her ear is a tease, taunting her with the breath she can't have, making her lungs ache for air all the more keenly. Everything comes together to make her feel debauched, ravished, and used, especially when he pumps her full of hot cum without so much as getting her off.

His hot seed fills her, a familiar rush of warmth inside that so vividly tells her exactly how deep inside her body he's getting, and she's left quivering in his arms, legs shaking, throat blossoming dark bruises and eyes wet with tears. She claws uselessly at his hand in her desperation for air, uncaring of how loud she's probably going to be as soon as he lets her breathe.

The protest really just earns her a correction, in the form of him actually scratching her. It's not deep, but it's enough to be sure it bleeds.

Finally he lets her go, fighting to catch his breath while he packs himself back into his pants. "Clean yourself up first, I'll go use the other bathroom. Alright?"

He's not really looking for confirmation, just acknowledgement before he teleports away.

(She accepts the silent reprimand, of course, understanding that she earned the bloody wound by trying to protest his treatment of her. It's starting to sink in, and she fights back against these lessons a little less every time.)

Once Dodger is gone, Garrett immediately leans against the counter to support her shaking legs, then turns and tends to the scratch on her hip, healing it instantly and getting water on the fabric before blood can get in. It takes some doing to heat the air around her enough to dry off her dress, but she manages before the flight attendant starts knocking on the bathroom door. "I'll be right out," she says through bruised vocal chords. After healing the bite and nasty ring of bruises on her neck, she cleans herself up, finger combs her hair back into order, and then has to.... spend a minute with an icy hand wrapped around her own dick. The erection isn't half gone before there's more knocking, and she has to cover herself with her purse on the way back to her seat.

When she sits, she pulls the privacy curtain around their row so she can relax into her seat with a heavy sigh, rubbing her little cock through her dress.

Dodger returns a while later, entering normally for once and double-checking the privacy curtain before slumping in his chair. There's a moment of silence, before he looks over to her and nudges her hand.

"Don't touch it or it won't go down."

By the time Dodger gets back, Garrett is fully jacking off, stroking herself through the thin fabric of her skirt with slow, lazy motions. She shoots him a reproachful glance in response, resentful and accusatory.

"This is your fault," she informs him. "I can't just go down after that. It's too much."

She does, though, let go of her dick- and slides her hand over his thigh, clearly still horny.

Dodger wrinkles his nose with amusement, and slowly spreads his fingers over her hand before taking it. Just to let her feel his rough skin against hers.

"Stop touching yourself, or when we get home I'll put you in a cage. And you won't come until I think you can control yourself."

It's all growled into her ear, in that tone that he knows full well drives her wild.

Garrett shivers from head to toe at that delicious growl, low and gravelly and just for her. In that moment, all she wants is to climb on top of him and sit on his cock and ride him until she comes, but- but she can't.

However, the threat is empty. Dodger doesn't have a cage small enough, and they both know he misses the beard. Her free hand wanders to her erection, settling on it very lightly as she looks over at him. Questioning- challenging. What can he do here, in public? What will he do?

Dodger lets out a quiet sigh, under his breath, and grips her wrist to push it back onto the armrest.

"Do I need to tie your hands up?"

While he's at it, he flicks on the charm to stop her from coming before he's ready.

While the reach across her isn't a surprise, the charm is, and she makes a slight face at him.

"I'd say you can't do that here, but that didn't stop you from making me bleed in public," she points out, mildly petulant. "Don't do that again, by the way. I like my clothes and don't want to be covered in blood on an airplane."

"What, you can't magically clean them?" He shrugs, "If you fuck your dress up, I'll buy you a new one."

It's hard to tell, from his posture or tone, whether he's missing the point or blatantly breezing past it.

She rolls her eyes. "I don't actually want to be that feral somewhere we can't get caught. At home or with an audience, sure, but not here."

"And yet you're jacking it on an airplane. That's a crime, y'know." He rolls his eyes back, with clear amusement in his voice.

After that whole adventure, there isn't much time left of the flight. The trip home is uneventful, with Dodger mostly on his phone and tapping Garrett anytime she tries to touch herself. Although, as much as he tries to hide it, there's some excitement buzzing through him when they get up to the apartment. He pauses at the door, and glances back at her.

"Ready to get whaled on by some bored dogs?"

Garrett is on her phone quite a bit too, texting Dana that she's back in town and will be back to work the next day. Her hand does creep back to her dick now and again, trying to sneak a few moments to massage her achingly blue balls, but Dodger doesn't let her.

She fires back a grin. "They're going to be terribly disappointed that I'm not with you." The dogs don't always know what to do with their female selves. "Let's go."

Dodger laughs at that, "They'll figure it out when you're back."

As soon as he opens the door, Crusher manages to weasel his way through and slam into him. The mabari are close behind, and Stella stands a few feet back with her tail low and sweeping the floor. Dodger ends up having to pick Crusher up, and the dog starts crawling all over him excitedly.

"Jesus, it was just two days... dumb bastard." All said while laughing openly.

Blue figures out who Garrett is first, shoving her nose into Garrett's crotch rather aggressively before barking joyfully and jumping up to put massive paws on the woman's shoulders. Ox clues in soon after, and the mabari absolutely assault Garrett with their love while the other two dogs seem kind of confused and mostly focus on Dodger.

"Hello, Bluebell," she laughs, her high-pitched voice sounding oddly melodious in her sing-song lovey tone. It's much harder than usual to support the weight of two full-grown mabari, and she has to lean against Dodger for help. "Hey, hey- whoa, calm down! I know, boy, it's good to see you too, don't kill me."

Dodger manages to get Crusher down, and picks Bluebell up to give Ox some room. That feels much safer than trying to pick Ox up.

"Alright, alright, give him space." He whistles for Crusher to come back inside, which pretty much only works because Crusher is already trying to lead him inside, and carries Blue in on his hip.

Stella, of course, also gets a pat and licks his hand in return - she hasn't made the connection to Garrett, so she's still holding back and waiting for the other dogs to calm down.

Garrett laughs when Dodger picks up a full grown mabari like it's nothing, feeling a flutter of something at the sight of her boyfriend carrying a gigantic dog like a baby on his hip. She follows Dodger inside and shoves Ox away from her, instructing him to go say hi to Dodger- whose face is being thoroughly licked by Blue.

Once they're done saying hi to the dogs, petting and loving on them and giving them treats, she passed out some stuff for them to chew on to keep them busy.

"Alright," she says at last. "You go put the bags down while I check their water."

"Sure."

Dodger does as he's told, with Crusher following along to try and be helpful. More than anything he's eager to get out of this fucking suit - so once the bags are safely placed in the bedroom, he does exactly that, and changes into some boxers and a loose t-shirt. Something tells him there's no point in putting on pants right now.

"Want something to eat? Otherwise I'm gonna take a nap." He hates flying.

Garrett, in fact, doesn't give a shit if the dogs have water. What she cares about is getting her dress off as fast as she can, dropping it on the floor next to her shoes carelessly, and following Dodger into the bedroom. By the time she closes the door behind her, he's already changed, and she's half-hard from anticipation alone.

"The fuck you are," she fires back, crossing the room in a few long strides and shoving him towards the bed. They both know Garrett can't push him without his cooperation, but somehow she doesn't think he'll mind his horny, naked girlfriend. "You have five seconds to start getting your cock up my ass."

He's just barely finished getting this shirt on, and that gets a little groan out of him. Even while he lets Garrett shove him and backs up as if it's doing anything other than probably hurting her hands.

"What, now?" He's laughing, grabbing her legs so when he falls onto the bed she lands straddling his hips. "We just got home, gimme a second to unwind."

"No."

She starts pulling his shirt up, smirking when he cooperates by lifting himself to let her strip him. Next she goes for his boxers, which get yanked off rather aggressively.

"I've been horny since the hotel room," Garrett informs him, wrapping a delicate hand around his cock to wake it up. "You need to fuck me now."

He's still annoyed at being stripped right after getting dressed, but those complaints die in his throat when she starts going for his cock. Instead all that comes out is a displeased hiss, and flops back onto the bed in quiet defeat.

"You're a slut." Said with pure affection, followed by a sigh of pleasure as his cock starts to wake up. "I'm guessing I don't get a say in this, huh?"

"I don't know," Garrett grins, leaning over him with her hair hanging down in a curtain. "Do you?"

Dodger isn't getting hard nearly fast enough for her, and Garrett supplements her handjob with a trick that she's seen Anders do before- a thing with electricity, the faintest suggestion of warm, healing sparks that dance over his cock with a gentle crackle, a loving sting on a wave of healing magic. She layers it with an icy grip that she knows will get him hard, for a nice conflict of clashing sensations.

"If you want a say, you'll have to take it."

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