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Heart of Courage	By : DoveCG Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 1991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Jak & Daxter, nor anything else in their franchise. I make no money writing this. I doubt anyone would pay me for it anyway.

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Author's Note:
I like the idea of Ottsel!Daxter and Ottsel!Tess/Human!Tess, but I very rarely see human Daxter and human Tess as a pair (mostly because it's unnecessary.) Anyway, I was inspired by a fan comic by Queen Simia, where Dax changes back but Tess isn't enthused with the results, as well as various Daxter art by Enolian Slave, and the wonderful three-some fanfic, Tertiary, by Robin. :)
I may have also been inspired by some other stuff. It's easy to read or see something, especially if it was awhile ago, and then subconsciously take from it. If there's anything that stands out in that way, please let me know! I like giving credit to other folks.
Shitty fanfic title is actually epic music by Two Steps from Hell. And this had no beta (although kind thanks goes to Robin for looking at it at one point and giving me some minor confidence.)

There was a fine fierce tremor of doubt that washed over Tess before she whispered the ticklish words into velvety ears. Jak had vanished into the shadowy depths of the rest room at the Naughty Ottsel, leaving her alone with Daxter. It seemed like the best opportunity for proposing the skittish idea that had taken her over, during that small slice of the week when the night was bold but the patrons were so few that they were essentially non-existent.
Daxter's initial response was one of clear and undiluted lust; as his brows arched and his eyelids lowered over slowly expanding pupils. A soft growl rumbled in his throat when he met her gaze and a giggle crept into her growl of reply, but the playful mood didn't last. A sharply sobering thought brought a subtle fidget to his furry features, and an unpleasant stiffness to his posture, 'causing her to sit up straighter even before the words spilled out of his mouth.
“Whoa, whoa... I'm not that drunk yet!” Daxter said.
Tess blinked, her pierced, tapered ears twitching with surprise and unease. After all that, she wasn't expecting such a direct no and she certainly wasn't expecting him to skid clear across the table, landing in the booth seat opposite hers. His fluffy ears were pressed flat against his skull and thin spider-silk whiskers, that vanished at the edges, quivered while wide wondering blue eyes peered over the top of the table he'd just put between them. Well! And her little snoogums hadn't even taken his mug along for the ride! Was he suddenly afraid she'd molest him against his will?
When he didn't say anything else, she began to pout, insulted by the implication. Sure, ask a guy for sex and they'd probably say yes, but that wasn't a fact of life to be taken for granted. Men seemed to have lower standards, based around a very visually oriented decision-making process, and generally a lack of permanency, when it came to refusal. Though Tess knew this wasn't an absolute answer, she couldn't help feeling annoyed all the same. Daxter promptly held up his hands, trying to reassure her.
“Awww, Tessy-poo! I didn't mean it like that!” Daxter said, “That's the... I don't remember what I'm drinkin', but that stuff 's doin' the talkin'... er, the movin'! I meant the movin'. I'm doin' the talkin'.”
He jumped back up onto the table and hastily fell prone, in the manner he used when he was begging for some petting. Tess huffed and somehow resisted the urge to run her hands down his smooth, silky orange back, tracing the agile and eager spine that always rose to greet her. His little brow furrowed with anxiety, when she continued to sulk in silence.
“I just... I'd rather wait and make sure it's special!” Dax said, “The real deal! 'Cause ya mean the whole wide world to me! I don't wanna ruin it by... umm, I'm pretty sure this counts as illegal. Not that we'd do it in public, but... ya know?”
Tess sighed, but she accepted his apology and scratched behind his ears gently. Daxter went limp as he leaned into her touch, his eyes closing in happiness and relief. It didn't change the fact that she was apparently too kinky even for Daxter's taste, and she began to wonder if she was setting herself up for a major disappointment. She'd already heard about his boyhood and how he hadn't always been an Ottsel. She'd struggled with it for awhile, until she'd decided that species didn't matter to her, as long as it was her sweet widdle hero, but she wouldn't insist. She simply worried that the day he'd turn back would never come. Maybe she could change his mind later, if she got a large batch of minty chocolate syrup.

“Ya know... I like bein' a god... but I ain't too wild about the specifics! I got enough on my plate, just keepin' Jak out o' trouble. I could use a break from all the extra hero worship!” Daxter said.
He glanced at Tess as he trailed off, indicating exactly what he meant. The shallow breath of anticipation alongside the throbbing of her eager heart and moistening pussy was almost too much for Tess as she locked eyes with her little snoogie-woogums! She'd imagined all sorts of outcomes set after he was human once more, thanks to all the stories he'd told her, and she began pondering what other uses could be applied to the slab of stone they were currently sitting on. Not that she'd actually do any of that in front of a real crowd, but already there were some fantasies of playful ritual sacrifice mingling with elegant binding and a deliciously careful use of force.
A bright light surrounded him so briefly that it was gone almost as soon as she'd noticed it, transforming an adorable little Precursor into a teenager who didn't quite match the tall, lanky, seducer she'd imagined. He had a round cheeky face like the moon, with a wide grin that revealed a somewhat subtle overbite, and an up-tilted nose that was cute as a button. His eyes were as big, blue and endearing as Jak's, his long, tapered ears had the same almost diamond shaped tips, and his hair flared up exactly like a flame, in form and shade. He was shorter than Jak, shorter than her, with strong, exceptionally lean muscles, vividly exposed. The brown fingerless gloves worn on big manly hands and the brown leather goggles covering a fluffy tuft of hair in the front were all he had on.
“Ack!” Daxter gasped, “And I thought I missed pants before!”
His pale, freckled face turned blotchy red in shock. The tips of his ears and his hunched shoulders went a little less so as he promptly covered himself with broad hands, his knees coming together almost as demurely as a woman, all confidence lost to shame. A faint murmur of laughter flowed through the mostly Wastelander audience around the Spargus arena. Tess began untying her red scarf, feeling awful that she didn't have more to offer him.
“Oh, I wish I'd thought of this!” she said, “I could have brought some clothes...”
She glanced at her pants and then Jak's, before glancing at that fat old Precursor in annoyance. To her amazement, the jerk seemed to get the idea and, though he cautioned her, he gave her exactly what she wanted! Daxter lifted his hands, his embarrassment almost forgotten as he shakily stood and joyously admired his new pair of super snazzy, stylin' denim jean shorts, with a brown belt to match his gear and a hint of boxers sticking up over the waist-line.
“All right! This is more like it!” he said, “Gi' me some sugar, baby!”
She stared, simply taking him all in as he waited for her to practically jump into his arms. During the long pause, a confounded chuckle of turmoil escaped her and Daxter frowned, offended. It was tragic, really. She would have snuggled him close in the end, once her lethargic limbs were willing and able, but Jak had to get in the way. Sometimes she hated that blond bulldozer of freedom.

Tess had always been so proud of Daxter. He was as capable as Jak, but he had enough sense to put up a fight against the perpetual plague of horrible ideas surrounding all the necessary goals in his life. She had never once blamed Dax for being nervous about a mission or for almost getting himself killed in the process of using Jak as a human shield, while the ferocious blond ran around, taking care of unfinished world-shattering business. Daxter was his best friend's solace; a laugh in the darkness, a soothing focus in the blistering heat, and a voice of reason that was so often ignored in favor of reckless havoc. It had taken her a little while to come to terms with whether or not it was okay to want to fuck an Ottsel, but she had. Now she was faced with something else almost as awkward.
Daxter was totally legal, but he looked kind of like a little kid. Not utterly, it was clear puberty had given him some much needed strength, height, and masculinity, but his shoulders weren't much wider than hers and apparently he had more trouble growing facial hair than Jak did. Yet he was so, so cute, even more so when he started wearing a frayed black and red denim vest over a white billowing shirt, and she felt so, so awful for wanting him, which meant she'd held off on anything more than hugging and kissing that adorable freckled boy.
He seemed rather put out about it once they returned to Haven; even his sidekick had noticed.
“Is this some kind of revenge?” Jak asked.
Tess paused in the middle of cleaning up, drowsy in spite of being used to how late the Naughty Ottsel closed. It had been a slow evening once more, but it was the weekend, so they'd made some good money off the people who had shown up. Daxter was off counting the till, because he insisted on doing all of the managerial stuff. Jak had seen the last customer out the door, locked it behind them, and come back for a night cap. All of the big chores had already been taken care of, there were just some glasses and spillage on the counter to deal with. When Jak didn't immediately explain, Tess blinked, wondering if she'd missed something. The cute turbulent blond looked as if he were facing down a thousand enemies, instead of drinking a shot of whiskey on a bar stool, though his stern demeanor began to fade into confusion when she didn't react the way he'd expected her to, whatever that might have been.
“Dax told me about that time you propositioned him... when he still had fur,” Jak said, “Or did he imagine that?”
She would have smiled more at Jak's growing embarrassment, if she hadn't begun feeling the same. It must have really been bothering Daxter if he'd told his buddy! Tess sighed and shook her head.
“That did happen, but it's not what you think!” she said, “It's different, that's all, and it takes some getting used to, but I swear, I don't love him any less! If you want to help out, I have an idea...”

There was an all night diner that was convenient when no one wanted to cook shortly before bed. It was even better when the boys decided to stay up until dawn, because they didn't plan on working the next night. Tonight, or early morning rather, Tess intended a little ill-advised insanity. She was the designated driver because Jak was tipsy and Daxter didn't have an official license yet. Not that she willingly played passenger when she was with them. They were fantastic as far as racing went, since hogging the lanes and wrecking zoomers, while speeding everywhere, tended to correlate with winning, but their habits were awful in everyday hover zones, no matter what unholy hour it was. A wall was a wall was a wall; the time of day didn't change that, as she had explained for the umpteenth time, when Daxter reminded her that he probably wouldn't get arrested.
“I'm not worried about that,” Tess said, “It's broken bones and nasty bruises and horrible scrapes! Besides, this is my zoomer, not one you hot-wired.”
Daxter rolled his eyes, but didn't complain again. Tess smiled and took one hand off the steering wheel long enough to pet his knee. He patted her hand with his own, before she pulled away long enough to glide the vehicle around the last corner on the way to their destination.
Inside, in a clamor of soft, groggy words and unsteady noggins, she suggested the never empty coffee pot. Jak asked for water and orange juice, his eyes in a dreamy haze of alcohol and drowsiness. Daxter, who had been beside his pal, promptly slid into her side of the booth and put an arm around her shoulders. She eased into his chest, though she kept her hands neatly clasp in her lap, and rested her head near his cheek, just breathing in his completely human scent.
“Sooo, what are ya up to, Tessy-wessy-kins?” Daxter asked, “You don't usually want coffee!”
“You should go home with Tess,” Jak said.
Tess grinned; pleased that Jak had kept his word, but amused that he'd cut to the chase, as always. Daxter looked from blond to blonde, both of them perfectly silent and serious but completely relaxed. He sounded surprisingly timid as his gaze settled on Jak.
“You sure you're gonna be okay, pal?” Daxter asked, “You're lookin' a little wobbly there.”
Jak shrugged, absolutely apathetic, and Tess giggled, finally squeezing Daxter's trim waist in an intensely possessive hug.
“We'll drop Jak off, after we eat, schnookums,” Tess said, “I wouldn't make him walk!”
And eat they did. All three of them had been blessed with high metabolisms and voracious appetites that would have made a horde of Metal Heads cringe. The waitress who served them knew them well and she looked askance when she set down their plates, as if she were afraid they might bite her hands off in the process. Tess was used to it, especially that certain amount of envy she saw in the other woman's eyes. She disliked how some people might assume she was dumb or harmless, but she'd never complain about being admired for some unconscious quality that she had. Besides, desiring something they didn't have was what everyone did, no matter how pointless it was.
The rest of the meal was a blur of warm steam, savory crispiness, and a steady flow of conversation that wavered in between mouthfuls. Daxter wanted to walk Jak inside, when the zoomer was parked in front of an apartment building that stood flush against the Naughty Ottsel. It was a good thing the boys lived within easy walking distance. The city probably wouldn't survive a regular commute to work.
Tess followed them in, up the stairs, and watched as Daxter essentially tucked Jak in for the night. Oh, the young blond stripped down to his briefs on his own and made his way into the scant bedroom without the need for a body of humble support, but Daxter was by his side and talking softly to Jak until the groggy young man had passed out under the covers. Tess pondered how cute and innocent the poor guy looked when he was finally oblivious to the horrors of the world around him. Then she kissed Daxter's cheek until he squirmed, getting the message that Jak was fine for one more day, thanks to his best friend ever, but he continued looking deeply concerned.
“It's all right,” she said, “He agreed to it. You can let go a little now and then.”
The red head didn't look up.
“What if something happens?” Daxter asked, “What if he needs me?”
Tess tempted his ear with a delicate lick and a whispering hush.
“Then you'll be one of the first people to notice when the world is ending,” Tess said, “Like always.”
Daxter looked so childishly blank as he stared at her, before he began to grin, showing off his cute buck teeth and a touch of his usual devil may care attitude.
“Yeah! I would,” Daxter said, “...Certainly won't miss all those farts in his sleep. Those are what you commonly refer to as earthquakes... no, hurricanes!”
Tess made a face, but her eyes sparkled as her nose wrinkled up at the mental image.
“Come on, you little scamp,” Tess said, “Let's go before he gives you any more bright ideas!”
Daxter was compulsive obsessive as he checked the lock behind him, and Tess held tight to his hand as she lead him back outside. He was looking over his shoulder, wondering if he was doing the right thing.
“What's he gonna do when he wakes up?” Daxter asked.
Tess started the ignition, mostly but briefly focused on the zoomer.
“Monsoon season?” Tess asked.
Daxter snorted, but she smiled when she heard a chuckle tingeing his words.
“Ewww! Forget I asked,” Daxter said, “Shouldn't 'ave opened the door to that one.”

Tess was glad she kept her current apartment, over in New Haven, fairly tidy. Nothing like tripping over some gun oil and spare parts when bringing home a date. Daxter was tentative as he stared into the deep shadowy hollows and he stayed that way after the light switch was flipped, exposing the dainty frills and delicate thrills that filled her cheery living room with the usual furniture, plus some deadly ingenuity. She let him wander around the unfamiliar territory like an Ottsel who was being introduced to a brand new home, certain that he'd adjust with time, and she set about preparing for fun in her bedroom. As she sifted through her closet though, Tess began to yawn, her fantasies growing weaker and more distant by the minute, colliding with the siren song of dreams. Oh. Perhaps it should wait.
When she found him, Daxter was nestled in the crook of the sofa's arm, staring into a framed photograph from the display case, intently pondering the meaning behind it. She draped her arms over him, rubbing his slender chest as her bosom cradled the back of his head when he looked up.
“That's my family,” she said, “I'm afraid we won't be meeting them any time soon.”
Daxter nodded, not commenting on the why or the where. He already understood and that filled her with such an incredible sadness when she considered how he must have known. She stroked his hair and kissed the top of his forehead.
“I was going to stay up, but I don't think I can!” Tess said, “Would you like to come to bed with me? Just to sleep. We'll have some sexy adventures tomorrow, I promise.”
His eyes widened when he realized what she was suggesting. He quickly set the picture aside, flat down on the sofa cushion nearby, and fought a yawn struggling around in the back of his throat as he hugged her awkwardly from his seated position.
“Oh! Oh, seriously?” Daxter asked, “You sure you're sleepy?”
“Mmhmmm,” Tess said, “I am. You'll get to see my nightie though.”
She sought his hands and managed to wrangle him off the couch. He let her guide him, all too eagerly, a bundle of nerves and raw delight. She purred, teasing him as she undressed.
“Now, keep your hands to yourself. You need to get ready for bed too,” she said.
He was already half-dressed by the time she was tossing her shirt over her head and working on her bra clasp, marveling at the speed with which he could fling clothing across the room. Did he think it was a contest? She made up for his rush to the finish line, by easing out of her own attire in slow, sleek form, writhing out of the fabric as if she were doing it for money. Daxter didn't take his eyes off her, simply sitting on the bed and stroking himself in rapid little bursts, as she slipped elegant fingers underneath the elastic band of her tight, skimpy panties, allowing them to snap back into place when she winked.
“It's weird... ya forget how good it is to be naked after you been used to it for too long,” Daxter said.
Tess sank down onto the mattress and he pounced her as soon as the silken sheets touched her bare skin. His needy hands and lips explored where she allowed them to go, simply enjoying his intimate desire, before she teased him about what their intentions were supposed to be.
“Oooh... now, snuggle-muffin, you're going to get yourself all worked up, when you're supposed to be sleeping!” she said.
Daxter choked and bit his lower lip as he went back to groping himself, the bobbing erection between them looking rock hard and glistening with moisture from the tip.
“But... but I'm already... almost there!” he said.
She nodded, her smile slightly bittersweet as she was reminded how young he was, even though she wasn't a whole lot older, and how Daxter had missed out on so much. Jak wasn't the only one who'd suffered, though he'd arguably had the worst experience. Tess held her little hero close, her ample breasts taut and gently crushed against his pale, shaking chest. He needed release and she wanted to be right there with him, soaking in the afterglow.
“All right,” Tess said, “I'm going to kiss you while you come, okay?”
He nodded and she cupped his mostly smooth chin, lapping her tongue along his waiting mouth, her other hand simply held out as her palm rubbed against the sleek satin head of his arousal. Daxter moaned, distracted by his own hand working furiously underneath hers, writhing across the sensitive flesh as his tight little rear bucked slim hips fluidly through the same motion, too far gone for gentleness there. So she cuddled him instead, her nails scraping lightly along his shoulder blades and lower back while keeping him safely nestled in her arms, in spite of how close his thrusts were to bumping into her. All the while, she drove several wet kisses past supple lips, their tongues swirling, curling, and darting in turns.
She was feeling light-headed with sheer joy and contentment, simply loving her wonderful boy, when Daxter made a low, whimpering groan and a sticky warmth splattered onto her stomach, trickling slowly into her belly button. He panted, the jerky twitches slowing, then ending altogether as she held him tight, loving him more than ever before. She smooched him one last time, elated, her heart pounding against his, not quite as fast but more than she'd expected, before she let go, wondering whether she really wanted to get a wet wipe from the bathroom or use the dry tissues on her nightstand.
In the end, she stayed where she was, because Daxter had a profound sense of awe and horror lurking behind his eyes, tugging at the corners of a smile that was as painful as an outright grimace. She proved how she didn't mind the mess at all, by tracing a fingertip in a circle along the pearly surface and bringing it up for a taste. It wasn't too salty and actually somewhat sweet. Mmm! Her little Daxy-waxy-sugar plum must have a very good diet. Daxter only hung his head, thumping his knuckles irritably into the mattress.
“Damn! I went and ruined it,” Daxter said, “No wonder you didn't want to get freaky with me in Spargus. Or the past two weeks. I can't hold off for anything!”
Tess hurriedly used the tissue to clean up, tossing it into a little pink trash bin that was right next to her bed. Then she cuddled Daxter until he loosened up and relented against his own mental onslaught long enough to snuggle back.
“You stop beating yourself up right this minute!” Tess said, “If I wanted to avoid it, I wouldn't have been here.”
Daxter looked up at her, but kept his chin tilted down; thinking.
“... But Tessy-poo, you didn't even get any lovin'!” he said, “Just... that. And some kisses.”
Tess nuzzled against his cheek and she held him as soothingly as possible, swaying back and forth while her fingers stroked through long, fluffy red hair. He closed his eyes, calming under her touch.
“Mmm, I wasn't interested in anything more tonight... today,” Tess said, “But I promise, I'll make you do all sorts of nice things to me after brunch, and we'll see how long you can last, when you're really trying. I bet it's longer than you think!”
He nodded, nudging their foreheads together as he yawned, which set off a chain reaction of yawning in her. With the right understanding and some tension unloaded, Daxter crawled beneath the covers, where firm arms were stroked and more hugs were given. Then she released him long enough to turn off the warm glow of the lamp, not bothering to find the slinky little nightgown she'd planned on wearing. He lifted the folds snug around him, enveloping her as she settled in beside him, and drowsiness took over. The softness of pillows and crumpled comforter with satin sheets finally won the war against heavy, drooping lids.
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