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Interspecies Cooperation	By : Xax Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 6213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Interspecies Cooperation
- 2-Chapter 2
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Author's Note: So I have to admit I'd originally planned on this being a one-shot, but given the popularity of it (especially vs. that other "Jak has sex with weird monster people" fic I've been posting) I figured I might as well write at least another chapter. Hopefully you'll enjoy it!

He'd been aching to get his hands on that jetboard ever since the mechanic in the stadium had made him do a trial run, and it was with childlike glee that he switched it on and kicked off from the Haven city walls. The smooth rise and fall of the board under his feet reminded him of summer back in Sandover, of trying to surf the tides and failing horribly. It was relaxing.
The reason she'd given him the jetboard was to hunt down some Metal Heads, but like he cared. In his more nihilistic moments he was entirely at peace with Haven getting shredded to bits and good riddance, but even now he wasn't that motivated to go hunting. He tested out the jetboard, kicking off trees and boulders and trying to jump through the literal hoops of the warp gates.
After a while, when it wasn't quite so early morning, he made his way up the mountainside and then down into the forest where the supposed Metal Heads had been spotted, some new scouting breed.
It didn't take that long before he found one of them. He'd never seen anything like them; they were definitely a new breed of Metal Head. They had wings, set in against its shoulders, currently folded back against its back. Their hide was a lighter blue, striped and striated with darker shades, and the membrane between its wings was pale blue-yellow, the color of the sky over Haven. Its body was designed for moving on four legs, its body long and sinuous, lanky and thin in a way most Metal Heads weren't; it had barely any metal plating growing on it at all, just a scattering around its shoulders and head and a few plates down its long tail. It had the same massive rear paws as most Metal Heads, and on this body they looked exactly like an animal's haunches. Its forelegs ended in something like hands, clawed and with an opposable digit, but there was no possible way it could stand and use both at once; its body was just too long and low to the ground. So not as hot as the more humanoid ones.
Jak sneaked closer, slowly working his way towards it. It was... napping? He guessed, it sure didn't seem to be doing much. Something must have alerted it, since as he moved closer it jerked up and dashed off, leaping into the air almost as an afterthought. But even as it moved Jak tossed down his new hoverboard and was in hot pursuit. He whooped and hollered, chasing it just for the joy of having something to hunt down as it weaved through the trees. He gained, and for a second he thought he had it, but it swooped up when the terrain dipped down and it looped directly over him, within an inch of his head, and then kicked his in the chest, knocking him off the jetboard and into the nearby lake.
He surfaced, sputtering, and watched the Metal Head wing off to higher ground, what had to be a smug grin on its metal-plated face. The jetboard skimmed the water next to him, and he clambered back on, even more reminded of surfing in Sandover.
He dashed off it, up to a high hill, a towering tree with the crumbling ruin of a guard tower at the very apex. This time he was sneakier and faster, and after a looping chase around the tree he took the chance and leapt off the jetboard, coming down with a crash on the Metal Head's back.
Of course, that lead him to wonder just what he intended to do now that he'd caught one. He could feel the smooth shift of its muscles under its leathery hide, its pulse racing with some mixture of excitement and fear, and he was acutely aware of just how easy it would be to reach a little ways forward and twist its head until its neck snapped.
Instead he just held on for dear life, like he was breaking in a wild yakow, bellowing and hollering. The Metal Head's frenzied bucking knocked him off and he went flying, thankfully landing on the relatively-soft grass instead of on a rock. The Metal Head reared up, making a clattering hissing noise, and for a second Jak worried that it was going to just disembowel him. Instead it just winged away, flipping into the air and flapping off, coming down at the other end of the clearing.
Jak stumbled to his feet, back aching from where he'd landed. In retrospect, this variety of Metal Head seemed distinctly under-equipped with weapons. Most of them had organic lasers or guns or something; and even lacking the more technological weapons they all had huge fucking fangs and claws. These scouter ones, though — its face was like a beak, toothless, and while he had no doubt a bite would hurt it wasn't on the same level as a mouthful of slavering fangs. Its forepaws had claws, but they had been nubby things, much more like thick fingernails than their usual cutting talons.
"Hey," he cried, waving at it. "'M not gonna kill you, if that's what you're wondering." He felt more that a little ridiculous talking to them, but they were intelligent, and these new scouts were the smartest of the bunch. "Didn't mean any harm," he said, still smiling, and as the Metal Head tentatively stepped closer he grinned widely. It was perversely like getting a wild animal to trust you, and that made him more than a little guilty, considering the second thing he'd thought when he'd seen these new Metal Heads was what it would be like to get fucked by one of them.
"You probably still can't talk though, huh?" he asked, feeling like he was talking to a crocodog or something. "Metal Head biology makes no sense. How do you even talk to each other?"
The Metal Head made a barking, yowling noise, so abrupt Jak started back in surprise, then laughed. "Yeah, okay."
The Metal Head walked closer, its wings fluttering like it was prepared to take flight at any moment. Jak reached out a hand, and after a long moment the Metal Head butted its head against it. Jak patted its face, the metal hard and smooth under his fingertips, and as the Metal Head stepped closer his hand slid back, trailing over the Metal Head's bumpy, leathery skin. Between the feel and the smell — like rusting metal and rot, still, even out of the sewers — it was hard to not think of what exactly had happened last time he was this close to a Metal Head. The stench of it sparked a hot, twisting feeling in his stomach, not arousal itself but the promise of it.
The Metal Head butted against his chest in what he figured was an affectionate manner, the tap almost enough to send him sprawling on the ground. "So," Jak started, painfully aware of the slide of the Metal Head's skin against his side, the scrape of its armored plating against his chest as it looked up at him. The whole human/Metal Head conflict seemed so idiotic, on every side, Praxis delaying them with eco bribes while working on a succession of broken secret weapons — himself the latest of the bunch — while the Metal Heads clustered around the Haven wall, there for no reason except to destroy everything anyone felt was worthwhile. Jak didn't want to have any part in it.
"I don't know if you're really into this kind of thing, but..." Jak said, then trailed off. There wasn't a diplomatic way to ask if someone was down with interspecies fucking. For all he knew, those Metal Heads in the sewers were there because all the rest of the Metal Heads thought they were freaks. They'd been forward enough to just pin him and rub their cocks against him.
Jak mentally shrugged, wishing Praxis could see him now, the dark warrior that should have been the death of the Metal Heads. "Dunno how you should ask about this, but the last few Metal Heads I met really wanted to fuck me; you think you'd be into that too?"
Jak hit the grass with a thump, the Metal Head already pawing at his chest. It straddled him, climbing right over his body, the heat from its body sizzling against him even through his clothes. The curl of arousal in his stomach spun higher, and he opened his mouth to gasp for breath, leaning up against the Metal Head's face to kiss its beak, its narrow tongue spilling out and lapping across his lips. Jak moaned, arching his entire body up against the Metal Head, letting the Metal Head shove its tongue past his lips, slick with thin drool. Jak flushed hot in anticipation, wanting to feel the Metal Head rut against him, wanting the satisfaction of getting fucked until he couldn't walk, everything inside him twisted up into a big ball of spite and arousal and pain and shame.
The Metal Head shifted their weight forward, forcing the breath from Jak's lungs in a sharp gasp, and he drew away from their slimy kiss. "Easy there," he said breathlessly, rubbing his hand against the side of their face, all leathery skin and metal plates. They growled and chirped, then pushed against his hand, and so he kissed again, rubbing down their neck and chest, the leather warm and pebbled under his fingers. The Metal Head growled and lowered themself against him, pinning him entirely and grinding their underbelly against him. "Easy," he said again, a little more breathless as the hot wetness of — their cock, he assumed, but who knew — spread against his thighs. His cock was twitching to life, grinding against their smooth, pale underbelly, and he jerked his hands away from their skin to tug at his clothes, casting his channeling ring and shirt off eagerly. His pants were more of a hassle; the Metal Head kept grinding against him, a rank wetness spurting across his thighs that brought back almost painfully arousing memories, but the tight press of their bodies made it hard for him to strip.
The Metal Head pulled back fractionally, his pants sticking to his skin with their issue, and Jak kicked off his boots and shucked his pants, so ready to get naked it wasn't until afterwards that he bothered to even look at what in particular the Metal Head had between their legs. It was... not what he was expecting. In his mind he'd been thinking, those ridiculously oversized cocks the other Metal Heads had had, only more oversized. What they had was a reptilian slit, gaping open, a short length of bumpy purple-black tissue bulging out in a bloated tube, three massive fleshy spikes ringing the outer rim, their tips digging back against the skin at the edge of their slit. The tube was wide open, less pushing from inside their slit and more just the internal flesh bulging, prolapsing out. The slick hole in the center looked more than wide enough to take — hell, to take his hand with no problem, not even to mention his cock. The entire thing was covered in that same gasoline-slick sheen as before, a thin shining fluid dribbling along the puffy ring and dripping down over his legs.
Not that it was bad; Jak already wanted to see all the fucking things he could do with it, but it just wasn't what he'd been expecting. Maybe this was what female Metal Head junk looked like or maybe it was just the way this new type of Metal Head was built but fuck if it wasn't weird-looking. More of a cloaca or ovipositor or something than anything he was more familiar with. He shimmied down its body to get a closer look, the wet musk dripping onto his bare chest, rank and hot. This was where he wanted to be, pinned beneath some massive, awful monster. He wondered what the Metal Head thought about it, if they thought about fucking the skinny soft bipeds as often as he thought about getting railed by Metal Heads.
The Metal Head's stomach rippled and tensed under his fingertips as he slide his fingers down, reaching for their — whatever — and slid his fingers around the rim. It was slick and slippery, almost squishy, and the entire thing shuddered and twitched, the huge spikes fluttering against their skin. It bulged out further, spilling out more thick lumpy cord from inside, and another set of spikes became visible, running along the inside of the tube. The spikes everted in a gush of fluid as it continued extending outwards, flexing and trembling against the open air. The rank fluid splattered across Jak's face, dripping into his mouth, and it was like his taste buds exploded, the fluid bitter and salty and rank, metal and rot all over again, the smell and taste hitting some primal catch in his brain. He groaned, nuzzling has face against the Metal Head's oozing flesh, the inner ring parting around his tongue as he lapped at its depths, catching against a third set of spikes emerging from the inside. The entire... organ shuddered and spasmed, the spikes flaring outwards over and over as it tried to unfold further, but it just didn't have the leverage it needed. Jak grasped the bulging base, spikes folding and catching against his hand, but even with both hands he couldn't encircle its entire girth. It unfolded lopsided, spreading over half his jaw. Metal Head genitalia was confusing.
He was so absorbed in figuring out how to work the thing that the whump of another Metal Head landing didn't catch his attention immediately, but when it registered to his hazy, dizzyingly-aroused brain he pulled back — strings of thicker slime webbing across half his face, tethering him in a thick mess to the Metal Head's cloaca-or-ovipositor-thing. He looked to the side, across the Metal Head's side, and yeah, another of the winged Metal Heads was there, watching him. Motion caught his eyes — more winged Metal Heads moved around the clearing, their obscene genitalia hanging out. Half of them were folded double, sucking themselves off or tounging at whatever orifices they had. Some of them did have the even-more-oversized, spade-tipped cocks he'd expected — and some had the same bulgy lumpy things he was pressed against and some had something that looked like a black flower, spread open across the entire expanse of their crotch, so that meant probably at least three different sexes... but he didn't care, wasn't thinking about that, he was thinking with a hot thrill down his spine of how great it would feel for them to fuck him. He wanted them to want him enough to fuck him, absurd, hypertrophic, their bodies meshing awkwardly and with effort. Something of that feeling must have been communicated, since the one he'd been staring at — the one that just landed — moved towards him, their cock practically dragging across the ground.
Jak slid lower against the Metal Head, burying his head against their oozing ovipositor, raising his legs in the hopes that the other Metal Head would get the hint. They sure did; their beak touched against his ass, tongue flicking over his skin. They moved closer, their entire ridiculously-huge cock slapping down over his body, the thing as long as his leg and even thicker around. They moved closer, their cock filling the space between Jak's spread thighs, the massive shaft dragging in uneven lurches across his skin as the Metal Head rocked against him.
Jak's mouth opened, his moan lost against the other Metal Head's flesh. They were oozing hot thin slime down his throat, dizzyingly rank, the metallic bite of it more clear in the back of his throat, like iron, like blood. He pulled back just enough to beg "Fuck me,", the slime glistening in grey rainbows as it webbed in filmy lines over his face, and he could hear the rough, animal laughter of the Metal Heads as he buried his face back against the bulging cloaca. The voice of the Metal Head astride him cut off in a strangled growl, and Jak grinned to himself as he opened wide, slurping and sucking across the fat spikes, laving across the scummy, slimy surface and swallowing again and again, mouthfuls of grey-rainbow fluid pouring down the Metal Head's flushed cloaca. His long hair matted down in hanks, clinging wetly to his scalp and shoulders, the slime drizzling through his facial hair and down his neck as he sucked on their flesh. They moaned, a strange rumbling, yapping noise, their hips driving forward, fucking their loose, spongy flesh against his face, leaving thicker trails of slime across his face.
The Metal Head between his legs wasted no time. They lapped at his cock for a brief moment, their beak jabbing against his bare stomach, but then they pulled back, the hard tip of their beak trailing across his inner thigh down between the crack of its ass. They spit, or drooled, or something; All Jak knew was his ass was covered in something thick and slick. Then they pulled back again, their oozing cockhead spraying more fluid, hotter this time, against the pucker of his asshole. Jak was tense in anticipation, wanting the discomfort of the penetration just as much as the eventual smooth glide, wanting the bone-deep ache of getting fucked too hard by something far too big. The Metal Head didn't disappoint.
Jak howled, the sound lost in the slick, spasming inside of the ovipositor. The very tip of the Metal Head's cock was sharply sloped, flaring out into a fat crest along the upper half of their cockhead. The ridge was a lot thicker than their shaft, and while the Metal Head eased in slowly they could only do so much; their cockhead was the size of two fists put together. Jak went limp, breathing ragged and pained as they shoved their cockhead inside him, involuntary whimpers escaping from his tight throat. They rutted against him, nubby talons scraping across his stomach, and with a sickening lurch — he could hear the wet pop — the Metal Head's cockhead pushed into his wrecked ass, his overworked anal muscle jerking tight around the thinner obstruction of its shaft, still dizzyingly thick, burning hot.
The Metal Head eased deeper, their cock spraying precome inside him, slightly easing the way. The gasoline-slick fluid drooled from his ass, slurping as the Metal Head shifted their weight, the slight movement dragging the massive obstruction of their cock inside him, skewing his aching asshole. Jak gasped for breath, hands clenching against the underbelly of the Metal Head astride him, their bulging cloaca hanging down almost to his stomach, drooling thin slime across his chest.
The jarring pain of the Metal Head fucking him was subsumed by the feeling of fullness; the ache becoming just another aspect of the overwhelming sensation running through his body. His entire body shuddered in time with the thrusts of the Metal Head inside him. He gasped weakly, tugging the Metal Head above him down, the thing squatting on his chest, their ovipositor oozing across his mouth as he parted his lips, licking automatically across them, the rank animal taste sticking in his mouth. He opened wider, sucking in a bloated fold of flesh across the rim of their tube, tongue and lips working across the engorged flesh.
Jak's body twisted as the Metal Head kept fucking him, stomach swelling out with each thrust. The cock was too big to even fit all the way inside him, bottoming out with a crash halfway up his guts, the massive head bashing against the twist past his colon. His ass was a wreck, cheeks spread wide, his anus flushed and swollen, coated in grey shimmering slime. The muscle of his asshole was clenched tight around the Metal Head's cock, almost leg-thick at the halfway point, and only thicker further towards the base.
Jak buried his face against the other Metal Head's swollen ovipositor, his moans and cries muffled against the spongy tissue, tears welling up with each bone-rattling thrust inside him, crashing into his guts. It hurt. But he wanted it, he wanted the pain and he wanted the reminder of it, aches and pains for days afterward. The Metal Head above him moaned and growled, thrusting their ovipositor against his face, entirely coating his head in slick precome. He licked between the half-unfolded spikes and delved into the tube's inside, his lips and mouth working across the scummy inner surface.
The Metal Head inside him roared and growled, getting close, and that was all the warning Jak got before they shot off, their pace becoming even more frenzied as their cock swelled, cockhead flaring even wider inside his guts. A torrent of burning hot come sprayed deep inside him. His guts slid back and forth, locked to the huge flare of the Metal Head's cockhead as they came deep inside him. The bloated ache inside him got worse and worse; the cock itself was massive but the amount of come just kept increasing, burning its way up through his guts, only a thin film of it oozing out around the flared cockhead and making its way down his ass, splattering against their joined bodies.
The Metal Head's massive cockhead only closed after their orgasm was over. The thick crest scraped across his guts and ass, half-flared still but retracted enough to pull out. Their cockhead scraped against his broken-wide asshole and Jak's entire body lurched, abused muscles across his ass and thighs spasming, the movement screamingly painful. Their cock pulled out with a lewd, glugging slurp, come pouring out afterwards, shining in the light.
Just that single fuck had worn him out so much. His entire body ached, sloshing with quicksilver come deep in his guts. It was with a perverse thrill in the pit of his stomach that the Metal Head on top of him stepped back, their ovipositor dragging down his stomach and over his dick to rest in the grass just before his broken-open ass. His eyes went wide as he looked down at the Metal Head grinding the spongy, bloated tube against his ass, the entire thing folding back up inside their body until just the stubby base poked out.
"You can fuck me with that thing?" he asked breathlessly, staring at the lamplight eyes of the Metal Head, their metallic face inscrutable. They stooped down, nuzzling their beak across his sopping face for a moment, and he tiredly patted its shoulder. Only after they drew back he realized that had probably been an attempt at a nod. "Do it," he almost whispered, feeling their who-knows-what-it-does organ pressing against his flushed cheeks.
The Metal Head moved, the tube retracted, even its lowermost spikes partly inverted, sticking out from the bulging opening. They rubbed it against his broken ass, the squishy flesh compressing but not penetrating. Jak lifted his aching legs to try and give them better purchase, the stretch of his ass sending a sharp shock of pain all the way up his spine. He flexed his asshole open, quicksilver come oozing out and smearing between them, their slight movements spreading it in thick waves across his ass and upraised thighs.
The fleshy tube of its cloaca still couldn't push inside him, just too squishy and soft, and Jak wanted to scream in frustration, wanting the plunge of it slamming inside him. But then the Metal Head finally lined up the half-emerged spines along the inside of their bloated tube with his ass, and the stiffer spikes themselves almost gently pushed inside his ass. Jak's eyes widened, realizing just how the ovipositor worked a fraction of a second before it engaged. The tube bulged out, everting, and the spikes pushed out to the rim and then flipped over inside him, digging into the walls of his ass and anchoring them together. That anchored it inside him, giving the soft tissue enough leverage to extend its second row of spikes, another three points of pressure as they unfolded higher up inside him, and then another and another as the entire impossible length of their ovipositor prolapsed out from the Metal Head's body, each row of spines locking into place and flaring out, thickly engorged, giving just enough leverage for the next row. It extended into his colon, the spikes easily pushing through the clenching ring at the bottom of his ass, and it just kept extending further, into his guts. The extended tube was thick, just as massive as the Metal Heads' cocks, and the soft, squishy tissue bloated out widely, filling every space in his ass, locking them together.
The skin just above his cock bulged outward, pushed from the inside, and as its ovipositor kept going the bulge grew larger, moving higher up. The hot pressure inside him didn't let up. It was so far inside him he couldn't feel distinct sensation, just the increasing pressure and heat, like a wave rolling up through his guts. The Metal Head drooled on him, their beak hanging open with their tongue lolling out, their entire body tensed around the sensation of their ovipositor spreading inside him, unfurling impossibly deep.
It was impossible to tell when — or if — it reached its final length inside him. Breathing was hard, the inhale jostling the swollen mess of his stomach, the exhale seeming to make it all swell up thicker inside him. Jak just concentrated on breathing, his body stuffed and aching. Each slow pulse of the Metal Head's ovipositor throbbing in him made the heat in his belly rise further, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm until he couldn't think of anything else but how close he was. He didn't even have to touch himself. He came with a shuddering gasp, in wet strings, spurting across the Metal Head's underbelly.
The Metal Head hadn't even started, and it was in his lazy post-orgasm haze that Jak sprawled back, looking up at the massive Metal Head that it really began. Its ovipositor started to move inside him, pulsating. The entire thing rippled, the spikes digging back and forth, the soft tissue between them clenching and stretching outward. Something poured down through the everted tube in the center, its burning heat seeping through. Jak let them have their way with him, steadily pumping some unknown substance deep into his guts, in globs and spurts. He was sweating, his body flushed and feverish, his stomach cramping and aching as whatever it was spilled out the end of the ovipositor into his guts. It stung, a sizzling pain inside him. Weakly he arched up against the Metal Head's underbelly, grinding his half-hard cock against its leathery hide, drooling come with each dizzying spike of pain. He gasped for breath, whimpering in combined pain and pleasure as they kept pumping whatever sludge deep inside him, larger clots and chunks — eggs, maybe, his dizzy mind suggested with a sick lurch of arousal — swelling the base, spreading his broken-wide asshole even wider.
He lay there as the Metal Head bred him, slowly, casually, taking their sweet time. His stomach bloated out from the sheer volume of their issue — whatever it was — until it ached constantly, the bloated swell of his stomach grinding against the Metal Head's underbelly as he twitched and spasmed.
He was half-insensate by the time the Metal Head finished. The ovipositor retracting seemed to take forever, spikes folding back inside, row after row. The painfully-hot mire of liquid inside him flooded down into the aching furrows where the spines had dug into his guts, stinging and burning. He could feel exactly where his guts were inside him, exactly how the Metal Head's ovipositor had threaded through him, by the ragged pain of the spikes retracting. Liquid started to leak from his ass far before the ovipositor had fully retracted, but Jak wasn't in any state to look and see what new substance was leaking out of him, he just hoped their new come wasn't straight-up acidic. Too late to worry about that, after all.
The last set of spines retracted into the Metal Head's tube and the heavy weight of liquid inside him just burst out, flooding the grass around him as the Metal Head stepped away from him. Even with their entirely alien face, Jak still swore they looked dazed and smug. He tried to sit up, at least enough to see just what it was leaking from his ass, fluid high up inside him sending him off-balance. He caught a glimpse, black with that iridescent sheen, glowing, electric yellow chunks and clusters floating inside the thick mire — actually eggs, and the hot surge of arousal at knowing that sickened him — before the rest of the Metal Heads descended on him.
One of the male ones just pushed inside the wreck of his ass, slamming their entire cock inside his wrecked asshole, up into his colon and past the un-kinked bend, spearing straight up inside him until he could feel their hide against his ass, the swell of their internal balls against his spread cheeks. Another shoved their ovipositor in his face; he sucked and licked on it for a moment before its owner pulled back, replaced with the massively-spread unfurled flower-like folds of what he figured was a Metal Head's labia, but he just buried his head against the bulging surface, wrinkled in massive folds. Iridescent slime spurted across his face as he licked and sucked on the thick, swollen wrinkles of its labia, the inner flesh skin a glossy purple-black and spicy, rank against his tongue. It had three deep divots, catches for an ovipositor, and he attacked one, pushing his tongue into the furrows and nipping on the heavy folds beside it. The Metal Head rutted against his head, his head buried between their thighs, their wide, gaping cunt almost sucking up his head, each savage thrust from the Metal Head fucking him driving his head up against the other Metal Head's underbelly.
With dizzying speed the Metal Head fucking him came, silver and black oozing from his ass, and when it pulled out the thick ridge of its cockhead almost dragged his entire ass inside-out, his ass bulging outwards before their cock pulled out in an explosion of fluid. The other Metal Head pulled away from his head and straddled his cock, sitting down on him. He was fully hard and pathetically tiny compared to the huge, unfurled spread of their cunt. His cock rocked against their lips, not even penetrating, the positioning awkward, and he raised his weary arms to help, pushing his cock inside and both hands beside, touching and sliding over their slick surfaces.
Another ovipositor brushed the side of his face and he turned to stare at it, its spines just barely peeking out. He opened wide, mouth pursing around the rim, and the Metal Head above him barked out a short laugh as the thick tube pushed out, filling his mouth. The spines unfolded behind his teeth, one bulging out his cheek where it failed to catch. He was half expecting it to grow all the way down his throat and into his stomach, choke him to death as it unloaded, but instead the Metal Head just came, — they must have gotten worked up, watching them, he guessed — black slime pouring down his throat and erupting past his lips, the leaky seal letting their come and eggs dribble out of his mouth just as often as he could swallow. It tasted foul, like raw oil, and his stomach roiled and seized. It stung, burning down his throat and over his face, but he kept swallowing, drinking down the clotted fluid and smooth-sided egg clusters.
Even as he gagged and choked, he arched up, sliding his cock and hand into the Metal Head's gaping cunt, thrusting weakly as he stroked himself off at the same time. His eyes teared up, black come dripping from his nose. His body convulsed, shooting inside the Metal Head, his come lost in the thick ooze drooling from the Metal Head's cunt, splattering back down across his stomach and thighs.
The flesh of the Metal Head's ovipositor undulated in his mouth, their spikes flexing back and forth over his teeth, scraping his gums. He sucked in ragged, wet gasps between heavier bursts of come, over and over, gagging and choking on the incredible overabundance of the Metal Head's issue. It seemed like forever before the Metal Head finished, the heavy flow tapering off and their spines folding back. Jak sucked in a rattling breath as it pulled from his mouth, coughing up lumps of black come and eggs between gasping breaths. His face was flushed an almost-purple, not that it was visible below the solid mask of come splattered across his face and chest.
The Metal Head stepped back, leaving his limp body lying on the grass, and the Metal Head straddling his waist stepped up, rubbing the unfurled flesh of its cunt against his stomach. It was a bizarre constellation of folds, something between a flower blossom and a radiator, thick gasoline slime drooling over the swollen folds and down across his stomach. And it was massive, pushing out from between the Metal Head's legs, flesh hanging from its body, burning hot and flush with whatever passed for blood in their bodies.
Jak raised his arching arms, sliding over the heavy folds, rubbing against the particularly-deep folds that seemed to match the ovipositor's spikes, slowly working his body down until their heavy flesh was pressed against his head, the smeared issue across his face slopping in wet strings. He laved stripes across the heavier internal folds, each one a mouthful of heavy, thick iridescent fluid, swallowing over and over as he lapped against the apex of its folds, sliding his hands up against the opening of its cunt, pushing his fingers into its vagina, sliding them deeper.
The Metal Head's cunt was a grasping, sucking tightness, easily flexing open around his arms. Their vagina sucked on his arms, muscles contracting in rhythm, squeezing them tight together with wet squelches. The Metal Head bucked against him, slamming down against his bloated stomach with painful force, sending the fluid filling him up audibly sloshing with each thrust, fucking themself on his arms as he kept slurping on their heated folds. They hissed and growled, louder and louder as they fucked themself against him, the iridescent slime coming in thicker and thicker lines, more and more of it, webbing in tiny filaments across his teeth, sliding in tethered groups over his face. The Metal Head came with a roar, cunt spasming against him, the deep tunnel of its vagina sucking his arms deeper, the rippling muscles sucking on his arms painfully strong. Their thick lubricant poured out, slopping in loud, shameless slurps with each rough thrust, burbling in prolonged squelches as Jak moved his arms around inside them.
The Metal Head collapsed on top of him with a sated whimper, cunt still spasming wetly, a low rippling glide as he let his bruised arms slide out, coated in thick layers of slime.
Jak let his arms fall down to his side, looking around in case another Metal Head wanted a turn. All his muscles ached, half the skin on his body an angry red, slowly fading into bruises. His was exhausted, but more than that he was sated, fulfilled and satisfied. He lay there for a long moment with the Metal Head on top of him, their gaping cunt softening, the bloated tissue sliding back inside their body. Slime slopped across his stomach in tethered lines as the massive spread of their cunt pulled in tight, until it was just a single long line between their rear legs.
Eventually the Metal Head got to their feet, staggering, the brush of moving air across Jak's now-bare skin cooling the still-hot slime coating his body.
"Hey," Jak tried to say, amazed at how broken his voice was, an awkward squawk, and he coughed and swallowed, tasting the rotten black slime in the back of his mouth. "Hey," he tried again, and the Metal Heads turned towards him. He'd already lost track of them, looking almost identical with their genitalia tucked away, just five lumbering Metal Heads, the only trace of their dalliance the smears of fluid across their legs and stomachs. Most of it had been splattered across him; he was lying in an inch-deep puddle of slime and come.
It was hard to talk, winded and bruised, and it took Jak several awkward pauses to say what he wanted. "You should know the city sent me to kill you guys, so leave for a while unless you want more people sent after you, okay?" His throat felt rubbed-raw after that, and he had to cough and choke to clear his airway after that, thick lumps of come or eggs still lodged in his throat, bitter and rancid as he swallowed them. The Metal Head nearest cocked their head, and Jak completely failed to pick up on whatever conversational nuance the gesture was meant to convey. It didn't matter; he didn't care that much if they listened to him.
As the Metal Heads dispersed Jak flopped back down to the ground. Thick fluid oozed across his shoulders as they touched against the trampled grass. His ass felt ravaged, the muscles broken and abused, and even fractional movements of his legs sent gasping shocks of pain up through his stomach. The ring of his asshole was flushed red-hot between his cheeks, a slurry of grey come oozing out, dribbling across his thighs. His arms, under the slimy ooze, were beginning to purple, bruises running up his forearm and elbow, matching the battered skin across his swollen stomach and hips.
He lay there for a long moment, savoring the pain, and then struggled to his feet, his limbs trembling and shaking by the time he managed to stand up. He would have to find something to heal himself with before he tried heading back; each step sent a shock of pain through his aching ass. It was some consolation to know that at least he wasn't as bloodied up as last time.
There were some Krimson Guard crates in the lee of the crumbling rock wall, and he staggered over and dropped down, the green eco healing back already clattering around in its packing. It burst inside him, banishing the sharp worrying pain all through his guts. In the euphoria after, Jak stayed kneeling, idly tugging on his cock, savoring the slow drool of come leaking from his ass and the tacky, cooling fluid slopped all across his face and chest, dripping down his neck and chin in thick blobs. He reached back with his left hand to slide two fingers into his sloppy ass, working in another and fucking himself as he jerked off, hand sliding along his cock faster and faster until he came with a gasp, pumping a heavy load across the rock wall. He was even more disheveled afterwards, come in blobs running down the back of his legs and coating his left hand, face tacky and smeared. Thankfully this time he was in a forest with fresh water, instead of in a sewer. He moved his still-aching body over to the lake and dropped in with a sigh, savoring the vivid sense-memory of getting fucked, already in the back of his mind considering what he'd do the next time he came across some Metal Heads.
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