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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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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."

The mix of sensations startles him at first, but it feels warm and tingly and then cold and pulls a soft moan from him. His cock definitely wakes up then, rock-hard and eager for more of whatever that was.

"Fuck..." He gasps, shifting just enough that he can get up further on the bed. "...Alright. What'd you have in mind, then?"

That gets another smile from her as she moves to straddle him, bracing a hand on his shoulders.

"I want you inside me."

And Garrett means business- with another spell she slicks herself inside and starts to brace his cock in place, positioning herself over it with the head nudging against her tight hole. Despite her desire, she is nervous about taking him unprepared, and it shows a little in her eyes when she starts to lower herself down, thighs trembling from the effort of trying to move that slowly.

"And you're just- okay."

Fine, there's no arguing. He lets out a low huff and runs his hands up her thighs, slowly but firmly guiding her down.

"Relax." It's soft, completely different from his domination in the airplane. He leans up to press a kiss to her collarbone, and then nips her neck to try and distract her from his slow entrance.

When Dodger starts to support her weight, holding her thighs in his impossibly strong hands, Garrett allows herself to relax more fully in the knowledge that he's guiding her descent. He's going slowly enough for her to adjust, so she doesn't have to think about anything at all except the breathtaking stretch and how wide his cock is forcing her body to open.

The soft word helps, too. The kiss. She makes a soft, needy sound and tangles a hand in his hair, wrapping her arms around him. The further his cock sinks inside her, filling her up slowly but unstoppably with an absolutely punishing stretch, the less she can think. The more of her brain gets shut off. At some point Garrett whimpers and buries her face in the crook of his neck, whining softly.

If he'd had any real issue with this to begin with, it disappears by the time he's about halfway inside of her. The hand in his hair and the soft noises he's pulling from her completely distract him, and he purrs while tipping his head back against her hand.

"You always make it way too hard to resist you."

It's followed by a small buck, pushing just a little farther into her.

Garrett throws her head back and cries out quietly, more like a yelp than anything from the feeling of his massive cock forcing deeper into her tight, unprepared body. It always feels impossible when they do this without prep, with every inch a shocking reminder that there's still more cock left to go, more to fit inside, more for her to take.

When she finally rests on his hips, having taken all of him, her eyes find his. They're wide and dark and glazed over with desire. Her gaze is heated and empty as she paws at his face mindlessly, her thoughts wiped away by the cock filling her up.

"It's so much," she murmurs, her own cock hard and aching. "Oh Maker."

She turns so dumb with a cock inside her. It's that gaze that really turns him on more than anything else. Dodger laughs quietly, taking her lips and kissing her roughly before bucking into her again.

"And you're still surprised by it every time."

He shifts to grip her hips properly, and holds her up so he can thrust into her. It's slow at first, easing his way in and out to let her adjust. But soon it settles into his favorite rhythm - slowly bringing her up only to yank her back down and skewer her.

Garrett sort of yips softly and holds onto him, painfully turned on by the easy strength with which he holds her up and fucks her. After that short adjustment period, she's delighted to settle into their favorite rhythm, which she loves just as much as him. Every stroke makes her cry out, brow knitting almost painfully as she grips him.

"Oh fuck," she pants, pulling him in for a harsh, toothy kiss. Her claws are out and it's so hard to keep herself from tearing into his skin. One hand drifts down to her cock, curling around it loosely for lazy strokes that are clumsy from unfamiliarity with the size. "Harder, I love it-"

Dodger answers her kiss with a hint of his own sharp teeth. His claws dig in with no hesitation, probably bruising her while he holds her up and fucks her. After a few more thrusts he rolls her over, and still hold her hips up so he can pound her into the mattress.

"Fuck... fuck, you feel so good."

While he's still going he reaches down, gripping her breast and trying not to rip it up with his claws in the heat of the moment.

It's painful as their sex always is, with bruising grips and claws piercing flesh as he fucks her roughly. Garrett throws her head back against the mattress with a sharp cry and bucks her hips, wrapping her legs around his hips to meet every stroke.

His claws are hurting her- not quite tearing her open, but abusing the delicate pink flesh of her nipple enough to send pain spiking through her, so sharp that she shudders with pain and digs her claws into his shoulder. "Oh maker, that's so good," she urges, eyes crinkling with tears and cheeks bright red. Her hand goes down to her cock again but flies away, almost startled by the foreignness of how tiny it is and blushing even deeper. "Do you like me- like this? Tell me."

She's so turned on, in so much pain and so wracked with pleasure that she needs to know.

"I love you like this."

He's surprised by how well she can take this. Maybe he shouldn't be anymore - Garrett's always been a masochist. The kind of masochist who can handle a psychopath like Dodger. That's part of what he loves.

Dodger shifts them a bit more, forces a more extreme angle while he chases the pleasure hungrily. His breath has turned to harsh, feral panting, but he manages to growl out one of his favorite lines.

"You look gorgeous when you're bleeding."

Truth be told, Garrett isn't always amazing at handling his sadism. It's exhausting to be hurt and bled every time they have sex, and she often wishes they could have gentler couplings once in a while, but he has a way of turning her brain inside-out and undoing her better judgment. When he's looking over her like this, filling her with that massive cock on every savage thrust, it's hard to think about anything other than Dodger. The only thing that exists is them.

"Yeah?" A shudder runs through her at his feral savagery, the way he loves her pain. "Keep- keep touching me, it feels so good."

He doesn't answer, too far gone to process the words or try to answer them. His orgasm is sudden and violent, announced with his claws digging deep into her skin. He manages to release her breast in time, instead scratching along her ribs before he manages to get himself back under control.

For once, though, he doesn't leave her hanging. He stays inside of her, moving his hand to palm at her cock and run his thumb over the sensitive tip. All while quietly growling, seemingly begging for her to come.

Garrett chokes on a rough cry of pain, arching her back as he skewers her while spilling deep inside her. As always the rush of heat is amazing, an impossibly erotic reminder of just how deep Dodger's seed is inside her body, that flood of warmth as good as the handprint still burned into her skin.

It's glorious, but when Dodger starts touching her the pleasure quickly turns into torment. Garrett had forgotten about the charm, but the feeling of his rough thumb on the achingly sensitive tip, with the piercing attuning her nerves even more keenly, makes her arch her back with a shrill, helplessly wavering moan. It crashes over her, hurtling her towards a peak until the moment that the charm's cruel magic yanks her back like a dog on a choke chain. Her little cock pulses and twitches but only gives up a few pitiful drops of pearly-white fluid that leaks out, balls tight and swollen painfully.

"Please," she gasps, digging her claws into his shoulder and looking up at him desperately. "I need to come. Please let me come, I need it."

It takes until she's begging for him to realize the issue. He'd forgotten about the charm as well, caught up in the bestial excitement of the moment. Even now, it takes a few moments for the words to actually register. Finally he lets go, gripping her hair and forcing her into an impossible angle so he can kiss her.

"Come for me."

Garrett kisses him hard, fangs clashing and breath heavy with desperation. When she finally gets permission she gasps, but the orgasm doesn't come. Dodger isn't fucking her anymore, and isn't touching her, so she has to reach down to touch herself, wrapping her fingers around her tiny cock with a whimper. It's so strange to feel it in like this, tiny and useless and impotent, while also being so hard and aching and sensitive.

After only a few quick strokes her orgasm hits her like a clap of thunder, sharp and violent with ropes of cum shooting over her stomach and even over her own tits. It flows over her in deep waves like some confusing midway point between a male and female orgasm, and at the end she's panting, exhausted, clinging to Dodger for dear life as her legs shake violently.

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