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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Ch. 1
- 3-Ch. 2
- 4-Ch. 3
- 5-Ch. 4
- 6-Ch. 5
- 7-Ch. 6
- 8-Ch. 7
- 9-Ch. 8
- 10-Ch. 9
- 9
- 10
Jak & Daxter: Safety
Chapter 9
Tempo & Sillyneko
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GMB: Samos would be a very grumpy ottsel indeed. Glad you enjoyed and thanks for reading!
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Characters: Naughty Dog, Inc.
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Fuzzy yellow chin propped on the windowsill, Daxter stared morosely at the bustle of the street outside. In the afternoon lull between the Naughty Ottsel’s peak rushes of lunch and dinner, he took a moment to scan the passing crowd. Not a glimpse of red scarf or blonde hair could be seen.
“If you wanted to dust the sills, I could have given you a rag,” Tess teased. She peered up at him, perched atop a bar stool he’d shoved across the room. “Still no sign of Jak?”
“Not a hair.” Daxter’s ears flicked back in annoyance. “Not that surprising, I guess, given how much time he’s spent not bein' fuzzy lately.”
Padding up, she gave his dangling toes a gentle squeeze of sympathy. “I’m sure he’ll be back soon, snookums. He’s running out of human-sized errands to run.” A little tug followed the squeeze. “Come have some lunch with me. It’s going to take both of us to open the new jar of pickles.”
He looked down at her and managed a grin. “Ya know what they say: the couple that opens pickles together gets out of pickles together!” He slithered down from the stool and, together, they pushed it back to the bar. “Still, the one time we could really use those big brawny hero hands an’ Jak’s out doin’ who-knows-what.”
It had been almost a month since the ottsel trio had detonated the piercer bomb, solved the world’s latest crisis, and had tea and cookies with a benevolent race of fuzzy, super-advanced, super-adorable space aliens in the span of twenty-four hours. Since then, when the eldest Precursor had given Jak the key to regaining his humanity, he had been spending a lot of time in his former, slightly taller, form.
Daxter couldn’t say he was surprised. A little disappointed, maybe, but not surprised. Jak hadn’t had time to really adapt to life as an ottsel, not like he and Tess had. So, while the two of them had spent the weeks studying the data discs the Precursors had supplied (Daxter found the sections on ottsel mating rituals especially fascinating), Jak had quickly mastered full use of the Precursor staff and how to switch back and forth between forms.
Not that things were terrible, Daxter amended to himself as he put the pickle jar in a chokehold and Tess muscled off the lid. The resulting pop echoed through the stockroom.
He would never, ever get tired of riding on Jak’s shoulder, or curling in his lap in front of the TV, immobilizing one of the hero’s arms while Tess happily hogged the other.
Without fail, no matter how much of the day he had spent as a human, Jak was also Precursor-sized every night by bedtime and still cuddled up in the ottsel nest with them. He hadn’t mentioned moving out of the bar, even if he was gone from it for long spans most days. In fact, Jak had made no mention of change at all; he simply seemed happier than Daxter had seen him in a long while, which went a long way toward soothing the ottsel couple’s fear that he would leave them behind again.
Still… there was always the niggling worry that the hero would move on.
"You don't think I offended him? Usin' him as a stepladder?" Daxter fished a pickle from the open jar, then pointed it around the stockroom. "It's just we got a lotta high shelves around here."
"Sweetie-fluffs, I think you should wait to do that until he's in human form. After all, we own an actual stepladder."
He bit into the pickle with mock surprise. "Since when?"
With a gust of displaced ait the front door swung open, allowing Torn to stomp in. A floating image of Sig's head hovered above a hologram-projector disk, levitating as it trailed the grumpy soldier.
Bringing up the rear of the odd procession was Jak, in human form, of course. He was carrying what looked to be an eco canister and looked preoccupied. "Can't this city solve any of its own problems? I can't be the only guy who could guard eco prospectors in the Icelands."
Torn spun to lean against the bar backwards. "No one else has your experience."
"Hey!" Daxter bounced out from the stockroom and up onto a barstool to poke an accusatory finger at the grumpy guard captain. "That's only because you keep throwin' us into every deathtrap you can find!"
The tattooed man sneered. "It's not my fault you don't recognize a suicide mission when you see one."
Sig cleared his throat. "Now cherries, it's not like you're the only ones who have to fight the good fight. We've only gotten this far by havin' each other's backs."
"Is this about the time Jax kissed Ashelin?" Tess padded into the barroom and climbed up to the bar. "Because I don't think you have anything to worry about there."
Torn scowled deeper than usual, directing it at Jak.
The younger man gave a sheepish shrug and zapped himself with the Precursor staff. A flash of white light filled the room, leaving an ottsel Jak standing on the wooden floor amid a swirl of fading orange sparkles. The repaired staff had shrunk his clothes perfectly, which only added to Daxter's dismay. Nodding at his handiwork, he spun the staff around his paw and tucked it into a loop in his belt.
With a few quick hops, the armored ottsel scrambled up onto the bar with his fellows, presumably before Torn could step on him.
"C'mon!" Dax spread his arms in exasperation. "He'd just blown up the Dark Makers' terraformer. He had to kiss someone and it wasn't gonna be Sig."
The cyborg, via hologram, looked a little sad.
Tess swayed her way to her new lover and ran a gentle paw down his sleeve. "Well, I think we can assure you he won't be kissing any humans anymore. Eh Jak?"
With a rakish grin, Daxter swung his fellow ottsel around, dipped him, and planted a big smooch on his frantically questioning lips.
Torn uttered a sound of unparalleled disgust. "My life's a Precursor-damned circus. Jak, if it’s not too much to ask, could you stop sucking face for a second and focus?"
Jak struggled out of the impromptu lip-lock and back onto his feet. "Look, Torn, if you have an actual emergency, call me. In the meantime, I'm through running your errands." He glanced to his fellow ottsels, smiling despite the lingering blush in his ears. "I sort of have a life now."
"Hmf." The tattooed soldier stalked out of the bar and slammed the door on his way out, which bounced back open. He paused for a moment, as if considering shutting it, then stormed off into the crowd.
Sig's hovering hologram disk swept over the bar floor to watch Torn go, then turned to the ottsels. "Don't worry about him, chilli peppers. I think you make a cute little trio."
"Thanks, Sig." Daxter beamed, holding a flustered Jak on one arm and a pleased Tess on the other.
With a quiet thrum of hover-jets, he nodded and whirred out the open door. A moment later, his hologram projection nudged it shut.
With the close of the door, the street noise cut off abruptly. Jak let out a sigh, furry little shoulders dropping a bit. His gaze met Daxter's, his ears lifting with curiosity. "Well, that was fun. What was that all about?"
Dax rubbed a paw over his friend’s armor. His fingers curled around one of the metal shoulder pads Jak wore as ottsel perches; it felt odd to grasp something he could normally stand. "Just good having ya around."
"I know, I know." Jak ran a hand over his blonde-green hair. "I've been away from the bar a lot the last few days, but it's been for a good reason." He patted the faintly glowing eco canister. "And I'm back to pull my weight around here."
Dax pressed a palm to Jak's chest, trying to cobble his anxieties into words. "It ain't just that, pal."
The hero of Haven just stood on the bar, looking confused.
Tess placed a paw on his tail. "We might have been a little nervous about you suddenly spending so much time without us."
"And, ya know—" Daxter wrung his dainty paws. "—in human mode. Not that ya look half bad in it..."
"You kidding?" The taller male smirked and lifted a hand to gesture at the bar. "This is the one place I belong." He turned back to them, a bit of a blush creeping up his ears. "You know, with you guys."
Slower this time, the ottsels closed in around him for a massive hug. Round little muzzles rubbed over the bases of his whiskers.
His fingers slipped into their silken pelts. "I'm not abandoning you guys." His eyes glistened with affection over a slow smile. "Not ever."
“Eh, I knew it all along,” Daxter boasted, his audible purr telling.
Tess giggled. “Of course you did, Daxxie.” She looked the two up and down mischievously. “Well, since we’re all alone together at last, why don’t we celebrate Jak’s triumphant return?”
The suggestion, and the subtle sway of her tail as she hopped off the bar to lead the way upstairs, was certainly something the boys could get behind.
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The trio retreated to the nest bed, trailing clothing as they went. Jak pulled off his belt, accidentally knocking Daxter’s hip with the Precursor staff as he did. The smaller ottsel squeaked and backpedaled away from the device in thinly-disguised alarm.
Jak chuckled and bumped his boyfriend with an elbow. "Seriously, Dax? You tried for years to change back to a human and now you're afraid to pull the trigger?"
Dax grumbled, flustered. "Hey, I’m not scared! Just haven't gotten around to it yet."
"Aww, don't tease him, Jak." Tess scratched under his chin. "Maybe he likes being my little fuzzy cuddle-buddy."
"That's too bad. Being a human's fun, too." The newest ottsel crossed his arms. "And I thought I could try riding on somebody else's shoulder for a change."
"Hmm. Sound argument. And I hear he's pretty cute as a human." She stroked Daxter’s furry tail. "I'd like to see for myself."
"Ugh!" He threw himself onto the blankets. "Guys, I looked like a dork, that's all you need to know, moving on!" His slinky little body slipped under a pillow to hide.
She snickered. "Awww, whiskerpuss, everyone’s a dork when they’re a teenager."
He poked his head out. "Look, I'm not sayin' never, just not right now."
Tess lay down to be at eye level with the ottsel nose emerging from under the pillow. "Well, I do have a birthday coming up..." She nuzzled him, then noticed Jak hopping off the bed and scurrying into the hallway.
Daxter poked his head out far enough for his ears to pop up. "Where's he goin'?"
"I'm sure he'll be back." Sitting up, she stroked his hand. Her gaze drifted after Jak, as did her thoughts. "You know… I wonder if three is the optimum number of ottsels?"
Her boyfriend ventured from the safety of the pillow, shaking a feather off his foot. "What's that supposed to mean?"
She shrugged at him. "The only other ones we talked to were a group of three."
Bemusement quirked his whiskers. "That dummy one must be an animal in the sack." He crossed his arms. "Ya wanna ask the invaders from fuzzy space about their sex lives? I've been impressed by their ottsel sutra—turns out we're even more flexible than I thought."
Giggling, Tess grabbed a blue crystal rod from the nightstand drawer and waggled it at him. "They clearly have advanced sex toy technology too. It's hard to get powerful, low-frequency vibration out of a toy this small." Maybe they could try the vibrator out on Jak tonight. He'd seen them use it, but the kid could be so shy.
As if summoned by her thoughts, Jak returned, rolling a small metal keg into the room ahead of himself. Naked.
"Sheesh, you didn't skimp on the lube." Daxter waggled his eyebrows. "That all for tonight?"
Jak's ears dropped, blushing a deep red. "It's light eco, Dax." He tipped the canister on its end. "This is what I've been running around collecting the last few weeks." His paws twisted off the end. A radiant glow spilled out across the walls of the room, shimmering white and serene.
Curious, Tess peered down from the side of the bed. "What's it for?"
"This." With only a moment’s hesitation, Jak stuck his paw into the shining liquid. The fluid raced up his arm, enveloping his whole body in light. His green-blonde fur gleamed, shifting to pastel blue as it intensified. Chest raised, arms thrown to the sides, he levitated off the floorboards.
This had to be Jak’s light eco form. Like his dark one, she'd never actually seen it in person, but the resemblance stopped there.
Tendrils of white light bloomed from his back. He floated up to the mattress like a massive shimmering dandelion seed. His eyes opened to reveal luminous orbs, though his face held nothing but gentle affection.
Tess should've been freaked out. She should've been scrambling for the door. But something about the waves of peace radiating from him kept her in place. Even as one of the wing tentacles reached forward to caress her cheek, she only lifted a paw to feel it. This was Jak, after all; the same guy who'd fought at her side against the Metal Heads, who'd shared her bed all these months, the one person she'd consider sharing her orange snuggle-muffin with.
Against the cool touch of eco-flesh, any lingering anxiety melted away. She explored the glowing limbs: smooth, supple, maybe a little stretchy. Even the lightest touch left her skin radiant with life and peace.
Likewise transfixed, Daxter didn't resist as the tendrils curled around him, exploring every inch of him. They trailed up the legs of his pants, emerging at the top to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly with surprising dexterity. The orange ottsel opened his mouth with a questioning look, only to have a tentacle press to his lips, then trace lovingly across them.
At the same moment, the clever appendages started disrobing Tess as well. Her top went first, followed by her sports bra, then her shorts and panties. Jak didn't even bother with her zipper, instead just sweeping the garments off with a pair of skilled glowing limbs.
The illuminated ottsel lay flat on the bed, letting his eight tendrils manipulate his lovers in sensual ways. A look of amused pleasure spread across his face like flower petals over the surface of a glass-smooth pool. His light cast curious shadows on their bedroom walls.
Daxter gave a delicate squeak as he was relieved of his underpants, but raised no objection when the tentacles curled around his sheath, balls, and tail, stroking each with supple affection. The very tip of a tendril teased into the entrance of his sheathed cock. After a few seconds, the stimulation coaxed the pink head of his dick into the cool blue light.
Amid the calm clarity of light eco exposure, Tess scarcely noticed being lifted from the bed. Slowly, gently, the tentacles of light spread her legs and settled her to crotch atop Jak's waiting muzzle.
Behind her, she heard Dax moan with pleasure as he, too, was levitated into position. Their hardening members rubbed together as tendrils stroked his silken pelt.
Dangling just over the bed, Tess moaned around the cool girth of a glowing tentacle as it almost politely slipped into her muzzle. Its tip caressed her gums, leaving a delicate tingle of light eco stimulation. Two more toyed with her nipples as a fourth teased under her tail. With a leg on either side of Jak's head, her slit lay spread and exposed to his loving tongue. Every few licks traced up to her clit, sending jolts of pleasure up through her body.
A glance behind revealed Daxter suspended by his tail with a tentacle wrapping his cock together with Jak's as two more rocked him back and forth. A thin trickle trailed from the tip of one stiff pink cock to the other. Two sets of fuzzy balls dragged against each other, yellow and pale blue, delicate sheaths tugged up and down by the glowing ethereal flesh. The very tip of the coiled tentacle spread a shiny layer of male pleasure around the head of Dax's dick. "Aww, yes… Oh, that's good..."
A stray tentacle snuck under Tess’s rump and slithered up into her. As it danced among the lavish attentions of Jak's tongue, it delivered a titillating tingle, just cool enough to contrast with the hot flesh of her folds. Gasping, she glanced down.
Still tongue-deep inside her, Jak lay back with a look of perfect serenity as his tentacles toyed with her breasts. His lips delivered an open-muzzle kiss to her labia.
The two remaining tentacles coiled around Daxter's thighs, lifting him off of his boyfriend and depositing him between his legs. Then the tentacle inside Tess slipped free with a wet whisper and spread her juices along the throbbing length of his ottselhood, even teasing a little twirl around the entrance of his sheath. His erection shimmered in the glow, slick with ottsel juices, as it sank into Jak's entrance. "Oooooooh, yeah..."
Tender tentacles rocked the overwhelmed ottsel back and forth, edging deeper into Jak with every motion. Tess watched as one lover's shaft, slick with her own fluids, sank deep into her other. Daxter yammered and stammered, while Jak scarcely breathed harder.
His tongue hadn't slowed down, though. That luminous gaze traced over her and, noticing her turning back to watch Daxter, those smiling eyes blinked once. Tentacles wove into position, lifting her by the legs and tail, turning her so expertly that his licks never failed to trace her tender entrance. As they settled her back down, now facing her boyfriend, she sank fully back onto Jak's muzzle. His strong paws caressed from her flanks to her thighs.
Whimpering with delight, the female ottsel leaned forward, grabbed Daxter by the cheek ruffs, and kissed him. Their tongues played along each other, tracing each other's trembling lips. An impassioned purr reverberated between them.
The orange ottsel squawked into her mouth. His ears shot straight up. Both ottsels looked back to see three tentacles taking turns penetrating his dainty rump, each not fully waiting for the previous to leave before pressing inside. Another tentacle toyed with his twitching balls, rubbing behind them as he rocked in and out of his boyfriend. Daxter shuddered through a gasp, his eyes rolling back.
She kissed him full on the mouth again, adoring the feel of him reaching his climax. Her paws left his silky pelt and raced to her clit like pleasure-seeking missiles. Her paw pads stroked around that sensitive bud, her claws here and there meeting Jak's determined tongue. As Dax whimpered and gasped around their kiss, she tumbled into an orgasm of her own.
Jak kept licking her folds, kept stroking her fur, kept tugging and twisting at her nipples. The tingle of his eco-infused touch sent shivers down her spine, only to reach the end of her tail and bounce back up again. As she came down from her high, she panted, but felt strangely energized. She should be tired from the mattress gymnastics they'd all been partaking in.
Daxter, likewise, continued thrusting. A thick helping of ottsel cum now matted the fur of Jak's tail and thighs, but the non-glowing participant hadn't even gone soft.
Come to think of it, Tess felt quite ready for another orgasm. Did this have something to do with the light eco? It had to. But just how long could they keep going like—
A trio of tentacles slipped into her mouth, vagina, and anus, and lifted her full off the bed. Her squeak of surprise was muffled by the soft ethereal flesh. Three more tentacles curled in to tease her nipples and massage her clit. The direct stimulation of light eco on her most sensitive flesh sent her trembling over the edge of another climax. Limbs flailing in midair, her fingers and toes curled at nothing as she lapped and squeezed on his delightful intrusions.
Daxter watched in open-muzzled astonishment. "Sweet Precursors, Jak! How are ya—?" The two remaining tentacles penetrated him simultaneously, reducing his question to a crazed chitter. He grabbed Jak by the hips and thrust with frantic abandon, until with a squeaked victory cry, he buried himself deep in Jak's glowing behind and pumped it full of fresh ottsel cream.
Jak's own erection bounced on his stomach fur from the motion. If the restorative powers of light eco were helping Dax and Tess recharge amazingly quickly, they seemed to be keeping Jak in a state of perpetual readiness. Far from being overeager to find his own release, though, he seemed perfectly content to focus completely on the pleasure of his lovers.
It was a sharp contrast to his dark eco form, Tess realized as she was gently lowered back to the mattress. Under the influence of the purple goo, he’d been eager almost to the point of selfishness. Not that either of the others had minded, per se.
“Daxxie? What do you say we give Jak a little attention?” she cooed. “He’s been so sweet to give us this nice surprise and pamper us so much today.”
Amazingly, her orange lover looked more than ready for round three. “Heh, I’m right behind ya, Tessie-baby.”
Jak looked up at them, still calm but quizzical. His blue glow seemed to flicker, just for an instant.
Tess curled against the pillows and beckoned him to her. “Come on, sweetie. We want to make you feel good before you use up all that eco.”
Obligingly he disengaged from Daxter and padded up, settling against her with a nuzzle. Daxter followed, draping himself over Jak’s back with his chin tucked between the serenely waving wing fronds.
Concentrated squirming on Tess’s part aligned their lower bodies. She reached down, guiding his softly glowing length inside her slick folds. She felt Dax move, slipping back inside Jak once more; held between his lovers, the hero’s fluorescent white eyes slid smoothly shut in contentment.
Their hips ground against his. The female ottsel chirred in delight at the refreshing tingle of a light-eco-infused cock deep in her folds.
Jak's aura glowed brighter with every gasp. His tentacles lashed at the sensation of being inside her, of having Dax inside him. Daxter grabbed the tendrils like reins, riding his boyfriend harder with a broad grin.
With a surge of light, the glowing blue ottsel cried out in passion. He gripped her waist as a buzzing burst of eco and cum rushed into her passage, spreading up her nerves in lovely mixture of heat and cool, of alien novelty and loving familiarity.
Tess held him as he whimpered and shivered in wonder. As her hands curled into his fur, she noticed a subtle glow emanating from her paw pads. His light eco must have somehow emanated through her body. What an incredible sensation—they could very well be the first people on the planet, or anywhere, to experience this. She looked up to share this special moment with Daxter.
"Awwww yeaaah! I'm comin'! Comin' right in yer ass, Jak!" The orange ottsel chittered into a long, keening moan of orgasm, still pounding his hips to the fading light of Jak's rump.
With a pop and a fizzle, Jak's tentacles evaporated into an ionized prickle in the air. The last of the illumination gone from his fur, he curled up between his lovers, only the look of pure contentment lingering from his previous form.
Fur all mussed, eyes unfocused, Daxter gasped. “Wow, usually ya gotta take some pretty wicked drugs to experience somethin’ like that.”
With his lovers collapsed in a pile under him, the hero of Haven City chuckled and caught his breath amid the afterglow.
Just a few months ago, he'd been resigned to Dax and Tess having all the fun, accepting that all he was really good at was blowing things up. Now, as he curled up beside his boyfriend and girlfriend on the bed, he finally felt at home in this time, this place, this city. It was more than just making the best of a bad situation: it was the good situation. The best. And, as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't wait for another day of it tomorrow.
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The end.
Art by Slate (colored by Tempo): https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/auxiliaryContent?page=812833&type=25&ext=.jpg
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