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Jak & Daxter: Pet Project

Part 2 of 3 - Sitting Pretty

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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It took a few days for them to recover, and for the boys to be able to look at the collar and leash without blushing like lovestruck schoolgirls. But that was a fantasy for another time. She had enough trouble trying to get Daxter to admit he liked it.

Upstairs in the little living room, she sat beside him on the sofa. The ottsel had turned away, pretending offense and indifference in turn.

"You can tell me, snugglebuns." Her fingers danced down his pelt, teasing under his chin. "You seemed pretty into it by the end."

Lost in the scritches, he tilted his head up, then wiggled as tension built up within him. "Fine, I liked it, okay?" He slipped into a pout. "But don't tell anybody. Can't have it gettin' out that Orange Lightning was on the business end of a leash."

"Awww, you're secret's safe with me, tough guy. And I think we can trust Jak not to talk." She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "I thought it was cute. You were so sweet and accommodating. The perfect gentleman."

His expression worked, trying to catch up to conflicted feelings. "Yeah, well, if ya think it's so great, why don't you try it?"

She squirmed. "A-actually, I was thinking about that..."

And he had nothing to say. She could see the idea working its way through his little brain.

A look of naughty conspiracy passed between them.

"Say..." Looking away, he rubbed a paw at his scruff. "Where'd that collar end up, anyhow?"

Her gaze flashed to the bedroom. "On the bedpost, unless Jak decided he needed another belt in his outfit."

Rushing into the bedroom, they grabbed the Precursor staff from the nightstand. A bright puff of light and sparkles transmogrified Daxter human, while a second enveloped her own body. The world grew around her. Fluff poofed into being over her skin. She'd gotten used to that little switcheroo over the last month or so. In fact, it was the only way to get into tights as an ottsel, or certain hotpants as a human.

"Oh Jaaaaaaak!" Daxter sang down the stairs. "You might wanna come uuuuup heeeeere!"

By the time his heavy boots hand clomped up to the bedroom, Tess'd managed to shed most of her clothes. Her delicate panties fluttered to the floor just as he turned the corner, cheese and crackers still in hand.

The cream-colored ottsel climbed up on the bed to stand watching as her taller lover stood staring, taking in the sight of her.

Dax, almost as tall as his boyfriend for once, pushed a leash and collar against the blonde man's chest. "We decided to switch up the roles in this little production. Up for an encore?"

The greenish-blonde swallowed, nodded, and smiled, then surreptitiously brushed the crumbs from his little beard, at which Tess tried not to giggle. He ditched the last of the cheese crackers on the dresser and fumbled around with the lead and collar.

Puffing up her chest, the ottsel leaned forward and presented herself for easy collaring.

His big, callused hands curled the collar in place, careful not to catch any of her fur in the cinch. The leash clicked on with a clink of authority. "Umm, sit." Jak barely met her eyes. "Stay."

Tess sat and stayed, feet dangling off the side of the mattress, as the boys hurried out of their clothes. Daxter was already hard, of course, though Jak was only at half-mast--probably because so much of his blood flow had been diverted to a massive blush. Poor Jak, she'd have to help put him at ease.

As her lovers stepped closer, she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation.

Daxter took hold of the leash and swayed his jutting erection in front of her. It rubbed against her lips and whiskers, the scent enticing her like nothing else in the world.

Asking permission with her eyes, she responded to his nod by grabbing his shaft around the middle and closing her mouth around the tip. Once she had it inside, her tongue traced around and around, slipping under his foreskin to work it back. She massaged the rest of his length with firm fingers, wondering at the feel of his girth. Her gaze traveled up from his fiery pubes to the fire in his eyes, alight over the gleam of his grin.

Meanwhile, Jak worked up the nerve to edge up to them, his hand gripping that hardening length.

Shameless as always, the redhead reached over and gripped Jak's dick by the base, offering it to the ottsel.

She took it gladly, paws dragging up and down its supple skin, nose nuzzling it to full stiffness.

Dax's hold on the lead dragged her from one cock to the other.

Like a good little pet, Tess sat at the edge of the bed, sucking them off in turn. Every few rotations, she'd rest her jaw while rubbing the heads of their cocks together.

"Mmmmm." Daxter stroked her ears. "What a good little pet we got, eh Jak?"

"Y-yeah..." His voice wavered, dreamy and distant.

"I think she's earned a treat, don't you?"

"Uh-huh..."

"On your back." He tugged her back onto the bed. "That's a good girl."

Laying back, Tess wriggled her hips with an entreating whine, thick tail stirring the sheets. Just in case they didn't get the message, she snaked a paw down to spread her waiting folds.

Barely able to take his eyes off her, Jak uncapped a bottle of lube with with anxious hands and hurried to apply it to that lovely length.

Still laying on her back, she felt the mattress shift under her as Daxer's knees settled to either side of her head. The heavy thickness of his cock bobbed against her nose. Gentle fingers traced up and around the girth, stroking the smooth skin of his dick back and forth. It always felt so big as an ottsel, though she knew it was the same size. Her sensitive little tongue traced patterns under it.

"Mmmm, good girl..." Dax gripped her leash, dragging her toward his jutting erection. "Here, ottsel." The hot tip of his cock bumped against her lips.

Obliging, she opened her mouth and took the head of it into her muzzle. Her tongue swept around it, savoring the sensation of wetting his dry, wanting flesh. With a swallow and a wiggle, she settled into a slow and slurping rhythm on her boyfriend. His balls swayed against the side of her paw.

"Yeah... Oh that's good." His free hand stroked her stomach, slipping down to curl a finger into her wet and eager slit. "Ya like havin' a nice big cock ta suck, doncha?"

The hero of Haven City, meanwhile, dropped the slick bottle, splashed a glop of lube onto the floor, and fumbled picking it up--all because his gaze refused to leave the scene transpiring on his bed. When finally he sorted everything out, he had to give his erection a few strokes of encouragement. The lubed-up head of his cock shone in the faint light through the window as he brought it between her legs.

The freckled hand pleasuring her slipped free to stroke up that slick length, spreading her juices along it. Leaning forward to fondle Jak sunk the dick in her mouth deeper, forcing her to lay back and breathe through her nose. The redhead then lined it up with her tender entrance and dragged his boyfriend in with a grope to the balls.

Tess's dainty hind paws braced against Jak's taut abs he sank into as her. Though Daxter's cock in her mouth limited her movement, she glimpsed the boys lean in over her for a shy, loving kiss. The sight made her already tight passage squeeze tighter on green-blonde's lube-slick girth, causing him to gasp against his best friend's lips.

The faint musky tang of his precum teased her tongue. That flavor, and knowing where it came from, combined with the soft texture his balls bumping her nose, spurred her heartbeat to a gallop. She felt so full, so worshipped, like some kind of fuzzy orange sex goddess. Which she supposed she was, in a way.

Unable to see the tanned hips thrusting into her, she relied on her fingertips to trace the growing fullness at the base of her stomach as he pressed further inside. Her walls and throat stretched with a delicious ache, accommodating her very welcome guests. With fingers tracing her clit, her pinky could just reach the curls of his pubic hair.

"Yeah, you like takin' both our cocks at the same time, don't ya?" Daxter shone a smarmy smile down at her, which she could hear in his voice. "Like bein' filled with cock from both ends, huh?"

She nodded what little she could with that heavy erection filling her muzzle. An pleasured chuckle arose from the owner of the hands that reached in to play with her nipples.

Her other lover leaned further on the bed, atop her. A pair of powerful hands gripped her waist, shoving his almost-too-thick cock deep inside her. Her toes grasped at empty air as she felt herself stretched to the point of exquisite ache.

Tess groaned around Daxter's girth as Jak gripped her collar, making sure she kept licking and sucking even as he thrust into her. Not that she had any intention of stopping. They could have walked outside right then with her still strung between their cocks and she'd hardly have cared. In time with a whimper of lust, her curvy ottsel hips wiggled up his shaft. That thick tail curled upward to rub gratefully at Jak's entrance.

The green-blonde gasped at the sensation of fur tracing behind his balls to his opening. He leaned forward, kissing down his best friend's naked hip. His affections soon reached her collar-clad throat, where he nibbled and licked through her soft fur to the soft flesh beneath. Being an ottsel always made her feel so silky-smooth and cute. Being taken like this made her feel so incredibly desired and loved.

The redhead in her mouth trembled. "Uh, Jak? Can we change positions? My hips are gripin' about this one."

His boyfriend grunted his assent. A strong hand gripped her collar, as another slid under her back, pressing her all the deeper onto his cock as he sat up. He sat up on the edge of the bed and helped himself to a few bounces of the ottsel on his dick. Each sudden reentry drove the breath from her lungs and pleasure through her body.

She moaned, that loving length drawn back for just long enough for her passage to start to miss it, before feeling herself pulled back down by the collar. She surrendered to the motion, trusting Jak not to hurt her fragile frame. Straddling his lap, filled to her limit, Tess traced soft paws over his scruffy face as they made out. After a final flourish of his tongue, he withdrew from the kiss. When he gripped her collar, she expected him to pull her within licking range of Daxter's erection. What she didn't expect was for him to join her.

Her whiskers brushed his little beard here and there, tracing tongues around the head of his cock. When her tongue slipped around the ridge, it met Jak's and engaged in a brief dance of reunion. The redhead moaned as their make-out resumed, this time with his hard dick in the midst of it.

Dainty ottsel paws rested on his muscular chest. She took her turn pleasuring the proffered length, doing all the little tricks she knew he liked. Her tongue tip teased against his slit. Her lips kissed along his retracted foreskin. Her breath breezed hot over the sensitive slopes of his cock tip.

Jak took the head into his mouth, the motion through his cheek showing his tongue circling around and around that sensitive flesh. At the same time, his grip on her collar directed her muzzle to the underside of that same cock. Eager to please, she delivered quick little licks from his sack to Jak's lips and back.

With a keen of bliss, Daxter gripped his best friend's ears and shuddered. Pulses of tension raced past her mouth and into the larger male's. His balls jumped against her cheek ruff.

The bearded human swallowed with gusto, rumbling a growl of approval at the taste. His own length swelled further inside her. His fingers gripped Daxter's freckled rump, preventing him from thrusting or pulling out until every drop had been spent against his tongue.

The sight and sensation drove her paws down to where that lovely shaft entered her body. Her clit tingled for attention, celebrating with a clamor of delight as she pressed it against the stiffness spreading her. A few quick circles around that sensitive nub, a few tender bounces up his length, and she felt herself flung bodily into a world of ecstasy. A trill of euphoria escaped her throat as she leaned against her lover's chest, her stretched passage milking his cock.

The redhead, drained and discombobulated, staggered back a step. His wet dick pulled from Jak's mouth with an obscene noise as its owner tipped sideways and collapsed on the bed.

With Daxter's pleasure on his breath and passion in his eyes, the muscular male grabbed her by the collar and the tail. The leather band pressed to her slim shoulders as he pounded her still-shuddering passage up and down on his erection. A final, further surge of stiffening announced the arrival of his own orgasm, which, an instant later, sprayed hot against her insides. The thick seed welled up inside her for an incredible moment, before being forced out by another lustful thrust. The layer of semen slicked his movement as he pressed her onto him by the collar, claiming her.

Gasping at the sensations, Tess bucked against her much larger lover. Bracing her tail against the edge of the bed, she rocked and worked fuzzy fingertips over that stiff nub. On the downstrokes, he was so deep in her she could feel his pubic hair against her knuckles.

As her orgasm tapered off, she leaned panting against Jak. His cum leaked in a slow trickle from around that thick, but softening, cock. His heartbeat drummed under her her paws. Shaky hands stroked down her back.

He leaned backward onto the bed to lie parallel with the freckled form of his boyfriend. He slipped from her, leaving her to gasp and shudder. She lay between them as the larger man nuzzled his lifelong friend. A soft moan escaped Daxter, who leaned forward to meet the lips of his lover.

The ottsel between them shuddered as the limp and slick length slipped from her stretched and sensitive slit. A silken pool of seed slicked along her walls whenever she dared squeeze them. The warmth of it traced down her thick tail to the sheets. Tracing a finger along the collar, she decided she had no idea what Daxter was complaining about. Her whole body felt tingly and wonderful. It was kind of nice to be at the other end of the leash for once. Nice to know, no matter what she looked like, they loved her just as much. Other guys might stare her assets as a buxom human, but Daxter and Jak loved her no matter what she looked like. With her entrance tingling from affectionate use, she decided she had the best of both worlds: at last, she felt both sexy and cute.

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Second part of my little bonus series. : )

Edits: sillyneko345

Art: Slate and Zetht

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-Tempo