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Jak & Daxter: Pet Project

Part 3 of 3 - Follow My Lead

by Tempo & SillyNekoRobin

Note: This is a sequel to our story "Safety," where the trio finds a means of changing to ottsels and back.

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Jak had never felt shy about his interests: going on adventures, racing zoomers, blowing stuff up. But this was different. A little knot of enthusiasm bounced around his stomach as Tess cinched the collar around his neck.

She straightened it and stepped back to look him over. "Too tight?"

He shook his head. His fingers rose to traced the band of leather around his neck. Delicate claws tinked against the leash clip. Normally, everyone felt so intimidated by him. But nobody could be afraid of him as an ottsel. And he was naked in a room with the two people he'd never want afraid of him.

"Is it too weird, Jak?" The redhead leaned only the bed. "You can tell us if it's too weird."

Ears dropping, he shrugged. How was he supposed to tell his best friend he was getting turned on by the idea of being at the end of a leash? That, if Daxter dragged him by the collar into a blowjob right now, he wouldn't say no? Or even by the tail and onto his cock? At the thought, his little heart raced twice as fast as his human one ever could. Feeling a touch of cool air at the opening of his sheath, he tried to look casual about shifting a leg up to hide his interest.

Daxter weaseled a little further onto the bed. A sly, blue-eyed gaze locked onto his crotch. "What'd we have here? Lemme see..."

His paws dropped to his lap. He swallowed, trying to think of the right thing to say. Hard enough at the best of times, even harder when he was, well, hard. The tickle of fur against his erection only teased it stiffer.

"Now now, Jak, good pets do what they're told." Large, freckle-backed hands took his wrists and lifted them from his erection.

Light shone off his little pink length, halfway poking from its sheath. He'd been naked plenty of times with Tess and Daxter, but never like this: he wasn't just a participant now, or even the center of attention--he was surrendered to their will. It was fair, he'd told them. What he hadn't told them was how anxious, how giddy he'd been under that warrior's reserve. Now, as his best friend tipped him back to pin those thin forearms to the bed, he knew he was at their mercy.

Daxter's grin widened to a degree that would've always gotten them in trouble as kids. Trouble now too, but the fun kind. The human shifted to loom over his small ottsel body. "Ooooh, looks like somebody's into this."

Jak's breath picked up. He couldn't resist the human if he wanted to. Much as his tactically-tuned senses urged him to remain in control, he knew he had nothing to fear. He was exposed, vulnerable, but with the only people he could trust. The conflicted feelings wiggled through his supple body.

Both wrists in his grasp, Dax's free hand traced a touch from balls to shaft to slit, then rubbed a faint trace of fluid between his fingertips.

Jak's erection pulsed harder. He couldn't help it: even if the smell of his own arousal didn't cause horniness feedback loop, the redhead's scent had already started to shift to pure excitement. He could already see the bulge growing in his pants. Ears flat against his skull, he glanced to Tess.

The mattress shifted as she sat down. Not a word, but her smile said everything: no pressure, no hurry, but she wasn't going anywhere.

Dax, meanwhile, oggled him with naked lust. "C'mon, pet. I think we'd better put on a show for the pretty lady."

Pinned to the bed and collared, the hero of Haven City squirmed.

With a smarmy look, Daxter reached into his pocket and withdrew a leash. He snapped it onto the D-ring with a flourish. "Can't have ya runnin' off, can we?"

Words bubbled up among the fluttermoths in his stomach, but, before he could organize them into an intelligible sentence, the redhead started leaning down over his stiff ottselhood. It didn't matter: Daxter always knew what he was trying to say before he said it. He had since they were kids.

Those soft lips brushed up his exposed length. "Mmmm, feels nice, huh Jak?" He didn't even pull his mouth back to speak, instead letting every syllable vibrate through the tender flesh. Still pinning the ottsel's arms above his head, the human gripped that cream-furred sheath and worked it up and down. "Stay."

The green-blonde ottsel whimpered in pleasure as those bony fingers played through his latte-foam stomach fur. He had no idea how ottsels managed to rule the Universe when they got turned on so easily. His sack jumped with every tug, his entrance tensing whenever the pleasure verged on overwhelming.

The blonde watched from the edge of the bed. Her slender fingers drifted slowly between her thighs.

With a freckled smile, he slipped his tongue out to curl it around the firm pink member. The wet texture slid in delightful directions. Bliss radiated through his body like the surge of eco, but twice as energizing and a hundred times lovelier.

Jak's tail braced against the mattress, angling for more of that loving tongue attention. His toes gripped his best friend's shirt, slipping along his slender chest. When an unexpected thumb started rubbing behind his balls, he found himself thrusting.

Dax looked up from tonguing around the opening of his sheath. "Bad ottsel." With a teasing smirk, he kissed the very tip of the cock before him. "I told ya to stay put."

Tess giggled, though a blush had bloomed on her cheeks. "Isn't there some way he can make it up to you?" Her gaze shone down on the boys.

Jak, flat on his back and erect, flashed the larger male an entreating look. Whatever the two of them had in mind, he suspected it wasn't going to be much of a hardship. Any dignity he had was preempted by a pulse of need from his waiting dick.

"I s'pose." He scooted back on the bed, spreading his legs for the ottsel.

Jak hopped over his knee and padded forward. He wrung his hands and looked between the two of them, a little unsure what to do next.

Daxter gave a firm tug on the leash, tugging him to the undeniable rise in the front of his pants. "Ya gonna make me do all the work?"

His fuzzy paws fumbled to undo the tight button. Once he managed to pop it open and pull the zipper down, the citrus-orange fabric of his lover's boxer shorts pressed even further up. He caressed the hidden head, guiding it gently through the fly. The material bounced back from his uncovered dick, apparently made of some kind of sporty fabric. Rubbing his paw along the sides, Jak angled the cock down for his inspection. The rich male scent teased his nostrils and drew him closer, closer, until the velvet heat of the tip pressed to his nose. His tongue waggled out automatically to trace affectionate slurps over the textured head and under the silken foreskin. He took it further into his mouth, easing it back to reveal the ridge and underside to his waiting muzzle. A swallow reminded him how much his mouth was watering; the increase in suction prompted a moan from the human.

"Yeah, that's the stuff." Daxter pulled a little harder on the leash. His legs shifted to either side as he freed his balls through the fly.

The ottsel moaned as he took more of the shaft in his mouth. He twiddled his tongue at the underside of the head. The grasp of diligent paws worked the inches he couldn't reach with his lips.

Tess leaned in, beaming with interest. "Ooooh, what a good boy. You like giving Daxxie licky-licks, huh?"

Jak nodded, cock in his mouth.

She stroked his ears. "If you're really good, I bet he'll give you a treat."

"Mmmm... I'll give ya a treat alright." The larger male gripped him by the collar and hauled him forward. "Just keep doin' it like that, Jak-o."

The mustelid gagged a little, unused to only being able to take half that shapely erection in his mouth. If he were human, it wouldn't be as much of a problem. But he wasn't a human: he was an ottsel, a fuzzy little critter on a leash with a few jutting inches of pink between his legs and a taste for fresh human cum. Closing his eyes, the hero sucked harder.

The freckled male gasped as Jak cupped his balls, playing with them oh-so-gently as he sucked. "Mmm, we've got ourselves a good little pillow pet, Tess."

"We sure do." She slunk closer, her breath hot in his ear as she stroked his tummy, the heel of her hand here and there brushing his rampant erection. "Who likes sucking Daxxie's cock?"

"The lady asked you a question, pal." Still gripping the collar, he pulled Jak off his duties with obvious hesitation.

Jak worked his jaw a bit, finding his voice at a still-unfamiliar octave. "I do."

Daxter's thumb wiped away a spot of clear fluid from his best friend's chin. "You what?"

"I like sucking your cock." He hid behind the member a little, delivering friendly licks. "I-I like it a lot..."

"Awwwww." Tess rewarded him with a few gentle strokes of his unsheathed cock. "What a sweet little pet."

"Yeah, he might need somethin' a little salty." The human pulled him back onto his dick, his right hand massaging the base as his breath caught shorter and shorter. His narrow hips wiggled against the sheets. Practiced fingers, rubbing from coppery pubic hair to soft ottsel lips, always stopped short of bopping him in the nose. Lost in passion as the human was, he's still never hurt his little furry friend.

Jak let his boyfriend set the pace and trusted him not to choke his pet. He could fit half of that throbbing length in his mouth at most, but Daxter didn't seem to mind. The collared ottsel's dextrous pink tongue slathered all around the shaft. In spite of the increasing speed and the human humping his mouth, he sucked and slurped as his best friend stroked off into his mouth.

With a gasp, a ripple of tension flew down the redhead's body. His balls twitched under the Precursor's paws. A thick shot of rich, salty flavor flooded his waiting muzzle. The silky texture invaded its every surface.

Held by the collar, Jak had no choice but to gulp it down. Every twitch of his girth brought another pulse of hot semen past his delicate lips.

Spurt. He braced his tongue against the slit and let the thick juices surge over it.

Spurt. A burst of human pheromone renewed his heady elation.

Dribble. Fuzzy orange paws coaxed the last of the seed up that softening shaft.

With a groan, Daxter released his collar, leaving him to drop tail-first onto the bed. His erection had not abated, bobbing eagerly in the cool air of evening.

The ottsel licked the last of it from his lips. To think, a few short months ago, the only cum he'd tasted had been his own, alone, and always with a sense of quiet expediency. Only now was he being taught to slow down and enjoy himself, enjoy his lovers. Watching as the larger male's shaft lowered before him, he slipped sticky fingers behind his furry sack and gently rubbed his entrance.

The woman who'd been watching them drew her shorts and festive panties off her ankles, then sat back next to her boyfriend, legs likewise spread. "C'mere, Jakkie." She patted her thigh, then slipped a finger into her slick folds. "Tessie needs you."

Brain still abuzz from the taste of his best friend's semen, the ottsels stared hypnotized as she worked first one finger, then two in and out. The flesh of her folds had a ruddier hue than the rest of her pale complexion. Her scent led him crawling over their legs, stiff ottsel length brushing over their thighs. His muzzle met her mound, replacing her efforts with his own. Gently paws stroked and spread her labia. His tongue, still slick from Daxter's climax, lapped at her subtle feminine flavor.

Tess let loose a happy sigh as her fuzzy lover made adorable little whimpers of enjoyment against her entrance. As he licked up and down her slit, volleys of pleasure fired up her nerves. This, coupled with watching her lovers suck each other, had left her super slick. Taking him by the collar, she guided that round little muzzle to her stiff clitoris.

Lips and licks working over her nub, Jak nearly forgot about the insistent pink length throbbing from his sheath. Tongue preoccupied, he employed nimble ottsel finger to slip inside her and curl upward to her G-spot. He rubbed all the love he felt for her into his efforts, aware, even through the haze of endorphins that this was much more than the tryst others might see it as. Nobody made him feel more at home in this time, this place, than Daxter and Tess. Swept up in adoration, minutes turned to moans and moans melted into gasps.

With an almost ottselish squeak of delight, the human tensed under his attentions. Tight motion shivered down her muscles. Trembling fingers stroked his silken ears. Her passage squeezed until he could barely rub her from the inside. Her hips pressed up until he could do little but lavish love on her clitoris. When at last her every ounce of orgasm was spent, she collapsed back to the bed and into a smile of afterglow.

Daxter watched with a lazy stroke of his limp cock. His freckled hand worked supple skin back and forth over the head, a process slicked by Jak's own saliva. His scoundrel's smirk crowed that he'd enjoyed the show. The redhead had always been a bit of a perv and having not one but two lovers doing kinky things to each other in his bed only stoked his scandalous ego.

Almost as an afterthought, her grip released the ottsel's collar. He straightened, looking between the pair, his cock still at a ninety-degree angle. Neither seemed especially intent on helping him with it.

His best friend winced. "Sheesh, what's up with the sad-ottsel-left-in-the-snow face?"

Tess joined in with a dreamy giggle. "Aww, Jakkie-kins. Do you really think we'd forget about you? After you'd been such a good pillow pet?"

"I think the little guy needs a special treat." Snatching lube and a sex toy from their nightstand, he seized the mustelid by the tail. "And I know just where to start..."

Before Jak could even formulate a question, he was dragged, flailing and squawking into the air, upside down.

The freckled human chuckled. "Weird being so small, eh Jak? Kinda...exciting, isn't it?"

Lost for words, the ottsel stammered and wiggled in mid-air. His nose swung level with Daxter's junk, which did nothing to diminish his blatant erection. Didn't they know what scents did to an ottsel?

Handing off the crystal-blue vibrator, Daxter tipped a dollop of lube onto one finger and began prodding it against the helpless ottsel's entrance. Tess, meanwhile, indulged in a few deep and gentle strokes with the vibrator, getting it nice and slippery. She switched it on as she brought it close to him, the crystal casting blue light in the warm hues of evening. The smooth surface hummed up and down his shaft, even trading a little of her moisture for the precum at his tip.

Dangling and dazed, the hero could do nothing but enjoy their efforts. His little yellow paws wrung together. His legs spread. His whole body surrendered to the pleasure they brought him.

With a smile of conspiracy, Daxter abandoned Jak's tail hole, now slick with lube. Without missing a beat, the blonde brought her sex toy to bear against it, prodding the tip in a millimeter at a time. Deeper and deeper it pressed, its entry eased by practice, lubrication, and trust.

Jak moaned as the low and powerful vibrations teased his prostate and reverberated through his body. All four paws curled against his tiny frame as Daxter lifted him high and lifted his head for one of those warm naughty kisses he'd dreamed of since they were kids.

Just as he started to worry they'd try to get him to climax from anal stimulation alone --theoretically possible, but counter to his urgent needs-- Dax gripped his scruff mid-kiss and tipped him right-side up.

Disoriented, the ottsel couldn't have resisted being placed on the larger male's lap if he wanted to. His tail was pinned up along the redhead's flat stomach, his sensitive entrance pressed to the man's pubic hair. A half-mast erection pressed between his thighs and jostled past his sack to rub along his own stiff little spike of arousal. With a whimper of need, yellow paws flew to his length and stroked it. The head brushed clear liquid passion behind the ridge of Daxter's own. It pulsed thicker between his legs, which he worked up and down around it, the skin moving smoothly up and down.

"Mmmm..." His best friend's teeth closed around the collar. "Yeah, get me hard again, Jak. Promise it'll be worth it for ya."

The green-blonde ottsel drooped nervous ears and shy whiskers. If this was headed where he thought, they'd only tried it a couple times, both of which had taken a lot of work. Tess and Dax insisted he was just as stretchy as they were, that he just needed to relax. With a deep breath, he massaged the returning human erection with his thighs, paws, and dick.

Overwhelmed by sensation, Daxter moaned and let the bottle of lube roll from his hand.

With a predatory gleam in her eyes, Tess snatched it up. Her thumb popped it open as she upended it over the top of that now-hard human dick. Its owner squeaked at the cold, but had no complaints as she reached in to help stroke it. Her gasp, eager and shameless as her smile, spread a generous coating over his length. That task complete, she paused with a look of proud anticipation she usually reserved for a gun she'd just built but not yet fired.

Releasing the collar only to bite Jak's scruff, he urged the ottsel higher with a tug.

Shakily standing on his lover's thighs, the mustelid gave an anxious whine and braced himself.

"Relax, pet." The freckled human kissed the bitten scruff. He tilted his cock up and rubbed the slick tip under the offered ottsel tail. "Ya know it's gonna fit."

His girlfriend leaned in to toy affectionately with those cream-furred balls, her mouth not an inch from that desperate erection. "Maybe he needs a little help relaxing..." The next instant, her mouth closed around his dick.

Perched in his best friend's lap, Jak shuddered. Balance was lost in the wave of long-sought pleasure. He sat back on the human dick, even his negligible weight enough to start pressing him down onto it. As the head popped into him, he squeaked and buried his paws in her blonde hair. They sure hadn't taken matters so fast the first two times.

Tess glanced up to meet his eyes, smiling around his adorable ottsel wang. Inside her mouth, he could feel a tongue twirling with swift appreciation. Suction came and went in loving waves. Her every moan of enjoyment elicited a wanton whimper from the collared mustelid.

Jak panted as he sank another half inch down his boyfriend's cock. He felt his insides stretching, ottsel organs shifting to make room for the welcome intruder. In spite of the pleasure and pleasant fullness, a slight wince touched his face. Human cocks could fit in ottsels, the Ottsel Sutra had speculated, but only just barely.

The redhead groaned at the increased tension around his shaft. His hands seized Jak's furry hips and guided him up and down. His hips rocked under his smaller lover, jerky and hesitant from the too-tight ottsel on his pride and joy.

Sucking to the rescue, the blonde gunsmith redoubled her efforts. Her hands laid atop Daxter's. Her breasts swayed a little in her bra as she bobbed on his pretty pink length. Her tongue slipped out and poked just slightly into his sheath, mirroring the penetration from behind, driving him wild in ways he'd never imagined possible.

A faint buzz brought his attention between Daxter's thighs. Tess had the glowing blue vibrator pressed under the redhead's balls. A heavy grunt of passion swept past his ears as the thick human cock pulsed inside him. Strong human hands gripped his thighs, claiming him as taken. Heat welled up inside him like a reserve of risqué eco.

He teetered on the edge for a maddening second, then lost himself to orgasm. Ottsel hips bucked. Curled toes gripped at Daxter's coppery leg hair. Dainty paws grasped her ears as a trill of ultimate ecstasy trumpeted from his whiskered muzzle. The first spurt surged up his length to splash hot against her tongue, then another and another. The pulses of his climax came ottsel-fast. Each pulse of pleasure shook him as hard as any transformation. Each warm pulse of semen ran down over his length as she eagerly swallowed it.

The blonde moaned as his daiselion-yellow sack jerked atop her chin. With a final swallow, she lapped the last of the salty ottsel flavor from his length. As she sat up, a gossamer strand of ottsel jizz sparkled between her jawline and Dax's balls. Though the haze of endorphins, he seemed to her as lovely as all the rising moon. A glance up showed Daxter collapsing under the weight of glorious elation, his hair a blaze of chaotic red and yellow as he slid down the wall. He sank to the bed with a thump, jostling the load of pleasure still trapped inside the ottsel.

Still impaled on the softening length, his tongue lolling out of his muzzle, the ottsel panted and slouched. He watched as his cute pink dick excused itself and shrank back into its sheath.

Tess wiped her mouth, then scritched under Jak's little beard, the collar jingling. "See? I told you we'd be good to our pet."

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Hope you enjoyed this little bonus series! ^_^

Edits: sillyneko345

Art: Slate & Zetht

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-Tempo