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Jak & Daxter: Pet Project

Part 1 of 3 - The Path of Leash Resistance

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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Tess bounced into the pet shop, Daxter swinging from her arms. Much as she liked being fuzzy, Haven City was still designed for humans. Piloting a zoomer or even riding the bus got a lot easier when you were more than a couple feet tall, not to mention the trouble finding cute shoes in ottsels sizes. After last month's incident with Dax and that large caliber machine gun, the local firing range had instituted a "you must be this tall" policy.

She fawned over the pack of crocodog pups, which fumbled over each other to yap her and snap at her boyfriend's tail, which curled up and away. Bunchillas munched contentedly as they twitched ears toward her. An insulated enclosure of lightning moles crackled in the corner, discharges blasting clods of dirt here and there.

The shopkeeper roused from a drowse to study the blond gunsmith and her fuzzy orange companion. The middle-aged woman peered over her glasses at what she probably assumed was an oddly-colored muse. It was easy enough to mistake the two from a distance, and awkward to decline those breeding offers from muse enthusiasts. The lady behind the counter made no move toward them, however.

A rack of glittering leashes and harnesses caught her attention. Setting the ottsel down on the countertop, she twirled the display to examine the various finery. Her gaze ran over a series of sequined and spangled collars.

Dax looked at them askance. "Why're ya even botherin' with these? It's not like you have a pet to put 'em on."

"I have a very handsome critter right in front of me." On a sudden impulse, she clicked a simple, but elegant collar around his dainty neck.

"Oooh, I had no idea my angelcheeks was so--" Posing with the accessory, he flashed her a sultry look. "--kinky."

"It's, umm, not that uncommon..." Eyes cast down on another collar, she toyed with the clasp. "I mean, it isn't the weirdest thing out there."

He elbowed her. "That's not a denial, tootsie."

A hot blush spread from her cheeks, where she'd been trying to ignore it, to her ears where she knew anyone could see it. "You know I've always liked little fuzzy pets. And boys. And you're the best of both worlds..."

"Wait, you really like seeing me like this?" Fingers closing around the leather band, he looked around to make sure no one was listening. "It, like, turns ya on?"

An idea lit up in her mind, glowing as bright as the flush on her cheeks. She double-checked the status of the shopkeeper, who had returned to a snooze at the other side of the room. Then her gaze returned to Dax, looking his collared form up and down.

He swept a finger through the air, defiant. "Oh no, you ain't gettin' me to play your little collared concubine."

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Daxter adjusted the smooth leather of his collar, with its cinch of orange Precursor metal. It did look pretty snazzy --he made anything look snazzy-- and that was the only reason he'd let Tess clip it around his neck in the first place. He wasn't in to this kind of stuff. He was the boss, the brains of the operation. He'd just been kindly indulging his lovers. And now look where it'd gotten him.

"C'mon Daxie." Tess purred into his ear, breath hot through his fur. Her supple lips traced his drooped ears. Soft skin breezed over his cream-furred cheek ruff. How could she feel silkier than him no matter her species? It wasn't fair. Just like how she could get him hard just by tracing over the front of his pants. She nibbled at his scruff and traced the outline of his generously-proportioned package. A talented gunsmith's fingers slipped past the waistband to cup his full balls and swelling sheath. Her purred voice reverberated through his soul: "Just a little lick?"

His fuzzy paws paced in place, blunt claws tracing the scuffed floorboards. That thick tail curled a little ways around him. His scrawny arms crossed, cheeks aglow with heat under their ruffs of fluff. "I don't like bein' bossed around, ya know."

"Awww." A soft tink of metal announced her tugging on his leash, just enough to boop his little nose against the throbbing stiffness. "After he got it all nice and hard for you?"

They both looked up to Jak, seated on the sofa, who flushed to the tips of his long ears. Naked, his muscled form hunched a little with shyness. The human avoided their gaze as his jutting erection twitched stiffer at the contact. He could help save the damn world, but a blowjob made him bashful? Sheesh. The heck would he do without the Orange Wonder?

The Precursor winced in temptation, the rich scent of his boyfriend teasing primal parts of his brain. He found himself opening his mouth, just a little, just to kiss it, just to get a taste to match the smell. It's not like he hadn't done it before; no big deal...

"There's a good ottsel." She giggled and mussed the smooth fur of his belly. "You like being my good ottsel, snuggle-kins?"

He grumbled a non-reply, lapping up the shaft. He wasn't perving on this leash and collar stuff; it was just his wacky ottsel brain, getting all revved up over Jak's subtle masculine musk. Probably full of dark eco or something. That would explain the strange reaction in his pants. Nuzzling, he licked and nibbled with his lips at the hot underside of the cock head, idle paws closing around the base to keep it near.

Larger male gasped, gripping the edges of the battered couch. His square jaw worked with pleasured tension. A delicate glimmer of precum welled up at his tip, too tempting not to lap up.

Daxter licked it away, then traced his soft pink tongue over the velvety flesh. Just for good measure. And because Jak liked it. Maybe it felt nice on his tongue too, but that was probably just more ottsel instincts.

"Oooh, very good. And good ottsels..." Keeping the leash just taut enough, she did a little nibbling of her own, along his collared scruff. "...get rewarded."

He gave a squeak, muffled by the cock between his lips, as her hands unbuttoned his pants and slipped inside to grip him. His firm length tingled with bliss as her thumb and index finger toyed with his sheath, the others jostling and massaging his balls. With the fresh air through his open fly, he felt the subtle cool of evaporation on his own tip. If he sank further onto Jak's dick, further in the direction the leash was leading, it was only because her touch made him shiver. What guy wouldn't squirm when an beautiful babe had her hands on his tender-lovin'-care package? Especially when she whispered in his ear.

"Mmmm, feels like you're enjoying yourself. I like a man who enjoys his work." Her nuzzles pressed him a little further on the human cock before him. "I like watching you work, Dax." She tugged just a little further on the lead, lifting his goggles off with nothing but her teeth. "I like how you suck your boyfriend's cock."

Daxter felt a fresh rush of heat in his face, but tried to ignore it by stroking his best friend's cock. As his lips advanced, the supple skin slid back to expose the sensitive ridge. His dextrous little ottsel tongue danced along and behind it, drawing every kind of gasp and groan from his lover.

Jak, for his part, stroked a strong, rough hand gently down the ottsels' ear, his fingers reaching Tess's cheek as she continued teasing around and under the leather band around his neck. At an especially nice sweep of the tongue, his balls tensed under the heels of Daxter's paws. A subtle burst of salt blossomed through the faint flavor of his skin. His muscular frame shivered with anticipation.

Little orange paws toyed with the soft skin of the human's sack. The ottsel bobbed further down his boyfriend's cock, whiskers brushing green-blonde leg hairs. Something about the taste buzzed within his brain, all the stronger now that he was getting it straight from the source. The rich scent of Tess's arousal, originating just inches behind him, only added to the tingles running through his supple body.

Tess pushed down his pants and undies, exposing that proud length of Precursor passion while still caressing his Precursor orbs. Her loving caress pulled the garments off his feet and tail, leaving him standing nude...nude except for the collar. Her teeth seized his scruff, firmly yet tenderly, as she purred her fondness for the sight before her.

Daxter started to arch back at the sensation, but she gave him an insistent tug on his leash, drawing him back to the dick at hand. His eyelids grew heavy at the overwhelming pheromone feedback. His tongue traced loops and sweeps around the head as his lips closed around its ridge. Pulling back on the little slack allowed him, he darted a few daring licks into the slit and was rewarded with a shudder from his larger lover.

She released his scruff, kissing up and down the nape of his neck. "Good boy. Now, speak."

As the leash slackened, he eased the throbbing shaft from his mouth. "W-what'd ya want me to say?"

"Tell him you want him to come, sugar-muffin." Her lips played over the thin fur inside his ears. "And where." Her fingernails teased through his tail fur, scritching along all the most tender spots. "And why."

"Jak..." He blushed, but managed to look up at his lifelong friend. "I-I want ya to come in my mouth."

The powerfully-built young man shivered, dripping another sparkle of precum as an oral offering to the ottsel. "Y-yeah?"

Shyness started to pull him away, but a steady pull on the lead brought him back to facing Jak and pressed his fluffy chest against the underside of that thick erection. His thoughts muddled past the sensation of Tess's fingertips tracing around his bare shaft. "'Cause I like how it tastes, okay?" Hugging Jak's dick, he licked up the crystal-clear liquid at the tip with lustful abandon before meeting his blue-eyed gaze again. "'Cause I like how it feels, and how it's hot, and how it's from you! All that stuff!"

"Ugh!" His cock head swelled against the Precursor's lips. Those heavy balls contracted close against the base. That whole powerful body shuddered at the mercy of the fuzzy little critter on a leash.

Frantic for the flavor, Daxter lavished every millimeter he could reach with his delicate pink tongue. His paws flashed up and down the pulsing shaft to work the tender foreskin against his lips. A wild moan reverberated through the throbbing flesh in his mouth.

"Uuuuuugh!" Jak squirmed against the unbearable delight. His muscular ass twitched, straining through an orgasm without thrusting. His dick twitched once, then started pulsing hot, fresh cum into his boyfriend's mouth.

Shot after shot of sweet, sticky, salty cum rushed into the ottsel's mouth. A firm hand on the leash kept him close and swallowing, giving him no option but to close his eyes and enjoy the taste of Jak's climax. The cum pulsed against his soft palate, welled over his tongue and teeth, then ran in a streak of heat down his throat with each greedy gulp. As the bursts of flavor gave way to gasps for breath, he suckled gently on the softening length, seeing how much he could fit in his muzzle now that it was softer, before pulling off for a breather. His jaw felt a little stretched and his throat still held a faint trace of warmth. Brushing his tender nose pad over the shaft, he cleaned up any stray dribbles of semen with adoring licks.

"Oooh, you are a good ottsel." The blonde giggled gently, her every word hot against his inner ear. "I think Jak liked your little trick." Slight motion at his back drew his attention to a wet and rhythmic sound.

Daxter turned to look at her, causing the slick, limp cock to droop over his muzzle, teasing his sensitive little nose all the more. His paws drifted to his own erection, now fully extended from its fuzzy sheath. Every nerve cried out for his own release. It was only fair, after all.

Tess lifted his trembling hands away with a loving simper. "Now now, plenty of time for that later."

He leaned back against Tess's bare thighs, looking up at her with a needful whine.

Reassuring but still holding the leash, she scratched under his chin. Her eyes shone down at him as she bit her lower lip. "For the moment, I think I need a little of what Jak just got."

Daxter gulped aloud. He'd never been good at waiting. Could he even hold out long enough to make her come too? Would his brain explode?

Standing, she offered the leash to Jak, who took it with a dreamy, scruffy grin.

At an insistent tug, he followed the larger male toward the bedroom. Guess he was about to find out.

With a simper, Tess hopped out of her remaining clothes and onto the bed. Her breasts bounced from the impact, drawing his attention before her scent captured it for good. Her legs spread to reveal folds deep pink with anticipation and slick with arousal.

Lost in the scent, he nuzzled his little muzzle in for a taste. The silken flesh sang under his tongue, leaving traces of tasty fluid on his lips. His paws caressed her shapely thighs. Jak didn't even have to tug him along, which was good since he didn't. Probably too busy watching...

A strong hand lifted his tail, exposing him to the world. Before an eep could even leave his muzzle, Jak reached and started milking that creamy sheath up and down his stiff length.

The ottsel squirmed and looked back at his boyfriend. A cool tinge of evaporation traced the tip of his cock as Jak massaged ottsel precum around it.

The larger male, though blushing to the tips of his pointy ears, led him tongue-first back to Tess's folds.

With a groan of effort, Dax struggled to say focused on his assigned task. His nose brushed through her flaxen pubic hair as he strove to lick deeper and deeper.

The curvy blonde leaned back against the wall, toying with her nipples. Her breaths grew shorter and sharper. Under the talented and textured tongue, she wasn't going to last long.

He could hear Jak smirking. The muscular human stroked that stiff and ready ottsel length. The Precursor could just spy, from the corner of his eye, the human stroking that big stiffening human cock in time with his own. Not that he blamed him: a guy could get turned on, watching as he led his leashed and horny best friend to pleasure his girlfriend. Still, had to be really riled up to be hard again so soon.

A few whimpers from Tess brought him back to his efforts. With nimble speed, his tongue traced and twirled around her clit. A gasp arose above him as her soft hands gripped his collar and dragged him close, but he didn't for a moment slow down. Giving her the best orgasm he could was the only means of distracting himself from the constant teasing along his own dick. She bucked against his lips for a tense second, then relaxed into a shiver.

Only then did the hero of Haven City climb up behind him. His grip on the leash held the ottsel steady, his smile shone eager, but those familiar blue eyes held only love and safety. Even on a leash, he was in good hands.

Without permission, Daxter waggled his hips back against the human's. He bit his lip, nervous at the idea of being penetrated without lube, but desperate enough to try. Even just a brush of his blunt cock tip under his tail evoked a thrill of desire.

Strong hands closed around his hips and dragged him, squirming, atop the larger male's dick. It jutted between his legs, stirring soft ottsel fur. With each loving heartbeat, the ridged head bobbed up between his thighs to press hotly against his exposed length. Delicate ottsel balls rubbed atop his shaft, along with the slick evidence of his and Tess's pleasure.

That big, heavy shaft --which had been spurting in his mouth just minutes before-- now pressed and slid along his cute little ottsel erection. Even now, with him as ottsel in a collar and leash, his boyfriend couldn't get enough of him.

Back and forth went the girth between his thighs, faster and faster. Eager orange paws joined in, stroking both cocks together.

Jak leaned to his ear. "Come for me, pet."

Heart aflutter, Daxter tipped inexorably into climax.

With a triumphant grunt of passion, Jak thrust hard and prodded his cock head into the rich fur of his stomach. A couple twitches, then thick heat rushed into the ottsel's fur.

A trill of ecstasy joined the Jak's growl. The ottsel shook, spurting cum into his own fur and against the top of the human's cock head. Pleasure long denied rushed forth and left a trembling ottsel in its wake.

When their encounter came to a drippy end, they sank to the sheets. Jak's powerful frame practically covered the smaller male's. The ottsel's mind drifted through a blissful haze. He hardly noticed when, some indeterminate period of time later, the two humans slipped from the bed. Daxter, limp and sticky, offered no complaints as they carried him to the shower.

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To unwind from publishing Windfall and Nordguard: Tribes of the White Land at the same time, wrote a little gift fic series for SillyNeko. Hope you enjoy it! ^_^

Art: Slate & Zetht

Edits: sillyneko345

Windfall physical copies: http://furplanet.com/shop/item.aspx?itemid=798

Windfall e-books: http://baddogbooks.com/?product=windfall

-Tempo