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Small Favors	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 6864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the game this fic is based from (Jak & Daxter) or make any money from the writing of it.

Chapter List
- 1-Ch. 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 3
- 4
- 5
AN: I’m rather surprised that the little plot twist was taken so well. I’m glad, but surprised. I’ll take that as a nod that I’m doing an okay job with the fic. Awesome.

Warning: There is still herm-ness here, so if you’re not into it, best wait for the last installment.

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Amaronith: I blame you for this. Totally do. You and your plottsel feeding. We’ll just see what Dax can handle… or believes he can handle, haha.

Reva: Glad I could make your day a little better, and that you didn’t think adding the herm thing was totally irreparably weird. Here’s the continuation to that pesky cliffhanger!

Jesa: I find myself inordinately happy that my perverted little soul could make your day, haha.

Tainted_Emerald: Sometimes I feel like I’m destroying this fandom, one oddball idea at a time. Thank you for giving it a chance :) And either Tess’ room is juuust far enough away, or the walls are really thick, or she’s simply tired enough to sleep through the noise… or she’s lying there blushing like mad.

Kuromei: Throwing out surprises and warping people’s perceptions of video game reality—just one more service I offer. Thanks for reading!

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Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc. Thank you lord…

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It almost made sense, when he thought about it. Daxter’s current incessant need to have something inside of him, the itch that climaxing in the way normal for a male just wouldn’t scratch. In fact, the whole double anatomy thing made sense in some very strange way. Jak had never seen another ottsel before. He had never heard tell of one. Ottsels, banking on the assumption that there actually were others inhabiting the world besides Daxter, had to be rare creatures at best. Perhaps it was necessary for the propagation of a scattered population that both genders be able to carry young.

Whatever the reason behind it all, Jak highly doubted that the little guy gave a flying hovercraft. Daxter’s lust-scrambled brain didn’t care that the erection he was intent on getting inside himself belonged to his best friend, while his body didn’t know that nothing would come of the deed even if they managed it—a human and an ottsel could not procreate. That was perhaps the one thing Jak did know for sure, thank Precursors for that.

“Stop that!” he hushed automatically as Daxter began to whimper and snivel again, twisting fruitlessly about in the hero’s grip.

“But Jaaak—!”

“Please listen to me, okay? It would hurt you! A lot, probably.” The green-blonde chewed his lip, weighing the offer he was about to make. “If you can wait, well… we can do this again when you’re feeling more like yourself. When you’re human again, and we’re the same size.”

Dax looked up at him then, ears perked in concentration, almost lucid. Then he made an incredibly offended face. “Oh, like hell, Jak!”

“What? Why not?” Jak blinked, surprised.

“Like I’m really gonna have this—” here he jabbed a pointed finger downwards, between his legs “—when I’m a human again! That’s low, man. Tryin’a trick me like that. Not even cool.”

Jak could not dispute that his friend had a point. All evidence pointed to the fact that Daxter’s body would return to normal in every sense of the word if and when they managed to find a way to reverse his ottsel-ization. There wouldn’t be any need for this activity to occur between them, in that case. And he immediately wanted to kick himself for feeling a bit disappointed at the thought.

“Sorry. I guess it wouldn’t be exactly the same. Just thought I’d offer.”

“Yeah, well. Let’s skip across that pretty little bridge when we come to it, huh? Right now I jus’ really…” Daxter paused to take a breath, eyes closing briefly before he looked back up at Jak with renewed resolve. “I need ya ta let me try this, Jak. Jus’ try it. If it doesn’t work we’ll figure somethin’ else out. Please? We came this far already.”

It was hard to argue the point. So Jak didn’t. “Alright. You can try. But you can do all the work yourself. If you get hurt it’s no one’s fault but your own, understand?” He immediately felt bad for saying so, but Daxter’s grateful grin said the warning had gone right over his head.

“You got it, pal!” he gushed, twisting out of the hero’s grasp while Jak least suspected it. “It’ll be fiiine, don’t worry. Gonna feel so good…”

There wasn’t much more Jak could do than lean back more fully against the rickety wooden headboard of the small bed and let Daxter do what he would. He did find a moment to finally peel his tunic up and off, however, along with his headscarf and goggles. They were just redundant now and making him more of a hot, sweaty mess than he would have been otherwise. Cool air on his damp skin was an instant relief.

Daxter wasted no time. He moved back across his friend’s lap at once, rear claws pricking a bit against damp skin as he maneuvered on top of muscular thighs. Jak wanted to reach out and help but remembered his vow of noninvolvement. He just hoped Daxter retained the good sense to go slowly.

Holding onto Jak’s upper arm with one hand, Dax reached down to adjust Jak’s length with the other. Jak shuddered at the small hand on the head of his shaft, holding it up steady and straight. He doubted if Daxter could wrap his fingers all the way around it. How was it ever supposed to fit inside? Oh, right. It wasn’t. This was all an ottsel in rut’s idea. Before he could think much more on it, said ottsel was lowering himself, cautiously but firmly.

Jak exhaled on an unintentional hiss as the slick, hot opening touched his equally hot flesh and began to part slowly, tightly, around it. He would not move. He would not.

Daxter whimpered as he sank lower, hand clenching on the hero’s arm. It did not, as such, sound like a pained whimper. Jak held rigidly still, his own hands knotted in the sheets, panting quietly. His hips got the better of him and twitched upwards slightly, just enough to hilt another inch all at once, and Daxter let out a thin, reedy gasp.

“Oooh, Jak…”

“That hurt?” Jak managed to ask through gritted teeth as he forced himself to still again.

All Daxter could manage was a weak shake of his head, one slow motion from side to side. His ears were back, eyes closed. His arousal trembled in the fur of his belly, oozing pre as his legs, in turn, trembled under him. Finally, it seemed he could take no more. Nearly half of Jak’s length was inside him.

Jak was amazed. The tightness around him was heavenly—all he could do not to thrust against the inviting weight perched so carefully atop him. And it didn’t seem to be hurting Dax at all. Carefully he reached out to touch the shimmering trail down the side of the ottsel’s smooth shaft.

“No, don’t!”

Jak froze at the breathless cry.

“I’m tryin’ not ta come yet,” Daxter whimpered. That was an odd admission, from he who had been so keen on release from the very beginning. But Jak could tell it was true: his entire small body shivered, wire-tight, as he held onto sanity by a thin hair.

“Why?” Jak whispered. “You can.” If Dax came, then so could he. Win-win situation.

The ottsel swallowed, obviously with some difficulty, and finally opened his eyes. They looked up at Jak, wide and moist, startling blue. “We’re… really doin’ this. Crazy, ain’t it?”

Once again reality made itself known. Right then and there, Jak simply didn’t give a damn. So what if nothing about this was supposed to have happened? So what if he was losing his virginity to an ottsel? That little orange furball was his best friend in the world, and was losing—no, giving—his virginity to Jak in return. The thought was no less than comforting, and he smiled shakily. “Yeah. Good crazy.”

Daxter smiled back, a ghost of his cocky grin, and gingerly ground down against Jak. Both of them gasped. Immediately Dax tried it again, harder, a high whine fighting its way out of him. “Oh, Precursors, that’s fantastic!” he groaned, swiveling his hips as he tried to force even more of Jak inside.

Jak tended to agree. However, he didn’t want his friend to get too carried away and hurt himself for real. Mind made up, he quickly caught Daxter by the hips once more. “Here. Let me help.”

Daxter actually hissed. His hackles shot up and his teeth bared when Jak’s hands closed on him and strong arms lifted him up, nearly all the way off of the new toy he had irrefutably claimed for himself. But Jak didn’t wait before slowly lowering him back down onto it again.

The ottsel stopped hissing at once. “Oh? Oooh…” His hands fell to the green-blonde’s wrists and held tight as he was lifted and lowered, agonizingly slowly. “Jak, faster!” His toes clenched in the blankets, his tail thrashing against Jak’s leg.

Obligingly Jak upped the pace: very slightly. No matter what, he couldn’t get carried away. Ottsel-kabob, skewered fresh on cock. A breathless chuckle caught in his throat as he leaned forward and wrapped his friend in his arms. He wanted to hold onto the little guy, feel him squirm and squeak right up against his body.

Daxter did let out a squeak as he was pulled against Jak’s damp chest. He groaned, darting a lick at slick muscle and thrusting back down as much as Jak allowed. They were at a new angle now—Jak filled every millimeter inside him and then some. From his utter abandon, the hero gauged that they were doing pretty good with that.

“Do me, Jak, do me,” Daxter whined pleadingly as he clutched with both his hands and his lower passage. “Do me harder!”

Jak whined a little himself at the persuasive words. He leaned down to press his face into the crook of Daxter’s neck and shoulder, inhaling the scent of sex and clean fur. It was hard not to try his best to fulfill the request. The ottsel was a lot more resilient than Jak had given him credit for.

“Nnn! A-ah! I can’t TAKE anymore!” The pitiful wail was rebuked somewhat when he kept writhing as if he would like nothing better than to take more. “Fuck me, Jak. Fuck yer pet! I need it!”

Jak’s eyes shot open at that. Hold the phone. Daxter had thrown a shot glass at someone not a dozen hours ago for insinuating that he was Jak’s loud little pet. Now Dax was saying it himself? The rush of possessiveness was instant, and Jak tightened his arms as he pressed up into that hot, dripping tightness as far as he could possibly go. “You’re not my pet. You’re just MINE. And I,” he exhaled almost conversationally against the ottsel’s madly flickering ear, “am going to come.”

Daxter’s ears went vertical at the admission, then folded back against his skull. Against all odds, he managed to beat Jak to the punch. With a shrill squeal he went rigid, his claws raking down Jak’s chest and leaving unintentional stinging scratches. His previously welcoming tunnel contracted like a vice, and Jak bit his lip until he tasted blood as he released deep inside the seizing ottsel in his arms. When he curled his hand around as an afterthought and stroked at Daxter’s shaft, he was in for another surprise. Dax shook from head to tail and made a sound like he was choking as he went off in Jak’s hand.

“Oh, wow…” Jak groaned softly as he came down from his own high, squishing the thick liquid between his fingers. “Did you just come twice?” If Dax had managed to have two entirely separate orgasms from his separate sets of anatomy, then he had quite possibly just become the luckiest creature on the face of the planet.

Daxter was oblivious to Jak’s wonder. He slumped forward against the hero’s sweaty chest, breathing evening out as his keyed up muscles abruptly relaxed. Jak’s already flustered heart skipped a beat as his friend’s limp form slipped unresistingly to the side, falling neatly into the crook of his arm. Oh, shit. He had killed him. He had fucked the ottsel to death.

A soft whimper as Dax was lifted gently off of Jak’s softening length went a long way to reassure his partner that he was, in fact, still alive. With some difficulty Jak swung his shaky legs off the side of the bed and sat up, propping Daxter in his lap in the glow of the bedside lamp. He had to make sure the little guy was really okay.

There was a soft coo from the drowsing ottsel as Jak gingerly inspected his entrance, but thankfully his sex drive finally seemed to have reached its peak and fallen like a sputtering zoomer. By the time Jak had satisfied himself that there was no bruising, tearing, bleeding, or even irreparable stretching to the small slit, the entirety of Daxter’s shaft had retracted back inside its efficiently compact inner sheath. After more than an hour in prominent sight, it was almost strange to see it go.

Jak chuckled tiredly, absently petting the fur of his friend’s side. Everything below the ottsel’s waist was wet and sticky, clumping the fur there. Jak’s own groin looked like he had upended a bottle of lubricant onto it from three feet up. There hadn’t exactly been extra room inside Daxter, and the green-blonde had felt their combined fluids dripping and squishing out almost as soon as they’d produced them. It had been messy and lewd and hot as all hell—and now it needed to be cleaned up.

“Dax? We’re going to wash off, alright? Just… keep quiet, I guess.”

There was no protest from the sleeping ottsel, who snoozed his way through the furtive trip down the hall to the saloon’s back bathroom. This was a real washroom, thank gods, with a shower tub and sink. It was also off limits to the bar patrons and, as a result, clean. Tess made sure of it.

Very quietly Jak shut and locked the door behind them, then turned on the light. It was much harsher than the intimate glow of the lamp in their room, and he winced. Better to get this over with quickly and get back behind the safety of the guestroom door. He turned the water on to a steady trickle in the sink, keeping Daxter cradled in one arm as best he could.

“Come on, Dax,” he whispered, setting the ottsel’s feet into the sink basin as the water finally ran warm. “You’re gonna have to help me, a little.”

Muffled grumbles and a curse or two met the announcement, but eventually Daxter came around enough to stand on unsteady legs and splash himself with water from the chest down while Jak quickly sponged himself off with a soapy washcloth. When Jak was done with his own clean-up, though, and turned to be of assistance, Daxter promptly quit participating. He leaned against the side of the deep bowl of the sink and sighed blissfully while Jak soaped him down, coaxing the gunk out of his fur with massaging fingers.

“Yer a prince, Jakkie-boy. A fuckin’ prince, I swear’a the Precursors.”

“Yeah, right.” Jak snorted, but couldn’t quite hide a smile. He coaxed Daxter to open his legs wider, redirecting some of the flow of the water between them with one cupped hand. That area should probably be cleaned the most thoroughly, right? Without thinking he crooked a finger and slipped it up inside, twisting slightly to make sure everything was well rinsed.

Daxter gasped sharply and grabbed onto the faucet as his legs suddenly tried to slide out from under him. “Ooh! Jak, do that, keep doin’ that—oh, please! Shit!”

Despite his better judgment, Jak barely hesitated before he did as he was bid. Placing two more fingers between his surprised friend’s lips to muffle the whimpers and pleas, he wasted no time building a rhythm of pumping and twisting that very soon had Daxter bucking erratically and biting the fingers in his mouth, hard, as his body began to spasm in another climax. Well, the biting didn’t matter so much. The exhausted ottsel promptly fell square on his furry backside in the sink, well and truly and finally spent completely. His erection had only made it half way out of the sheath this time, and was back inside almost before Jak laid out a towel and plopped his listless companion onto it for a through rubbing dry.

Jak smirked, ruffling slick orange fur one last time with the towel before looping it back on the rack. “Time for sleep now, don’t you think?”

“Mm-hmm.” Daxter didn’t even ask to be carried. He just lifted his arms in a mute plea to be picked up, looking for all the world like it was all he could do to lift them past his sides.

Jak’s heart did that strange melty thing again. He hoisted the damp ottsel effortlessly, tucking him securely to his chest as he left the bathroom and slipped almost soundlessly back into the darkness. Dax was asleep again by the time they got there, one hand curled to his chest and the other clutching a lock of Jak’s long, green-gold hair. Jak was sorry when he had to carefully open his friend’s hand and free the hair in order to put him down on the bed.

Curled on the comforter, one back foot twitching lightly, to the casual observer Daxter would have looked like nothing more than a real, if unusual, animal. Nothing more than a pet. It gave Jak pause, as he stood there watching the ottsel get some much-needed sleep.

//Dax called himself my pet while we were…// The remembrance brought a smile to his lips. He traced the line of Daxter’s jaw lightly, watching as a long, orange ear swiveled at the touch. He knew Dax hadn’t meant it. It had just been something kinky to moan in the heat of a moment of willing submission. Jak and Daxter were a true blue duo, and no amount of fur was going to set one above the other. Unless…

//Maybe he just likes to be bossed around a little in bed,// Jak mused, his hand trailing lower over Daxter’s upper back. //There are people that like that, right, being overpowered by someone else? And he said he trusts me. Maybe…// Thoughts of possible future playtime, of the ottsel in a little collar, made him grin. Thoughts of the slim redhead he had been—and would be again, damn it!—in said collar, maybe with a leash attached, smiling coyly up at him with that cute little overbite smirk made Jak blush bright red. Oh, good gods.

Pulling his hand away abruptly, the young hero cleared his throat and turned away. Yeah, right.

A few moments was all it took to slide into bed, pull Daxter into the cradle of his arms, and turn out the lamp. Jak had decided after a quick debate with himself to sleep naked. No matter what happened in the future, he wanted that satin fur against his skin tonight. Hugging Daxter in the darkness, his body tired in a way it had never been before and feeling his best friend’s ribs rise and fall under his hand, Jak felt safe for the first time in two years, and content for the first time since Misty Island.

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To be concluded…

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(2^nd)AN: Next chapter will be the last! There shouldn’t be any direct mention of Daxter’s double anatomy, so if you’d rather pretend that there isn’t any—it should work out just fine. I’m thinking Tess needs to be in the next chapter somewhere, too. Somehow.

Also… want to see Jak have a mental meltdown? Wait a couple months. Let Daxter get inexplicably chubbier and start to eat pickles on pizza with a side of ice cream. Then let Dax disappear for a day or so and come back, very proudly, with a little yellow and green ottsel kit he’s named Junior. You’ll see.

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