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Pet	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 5457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the game this story is based on (Jak & Daxter) nor do I make any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Ch. 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 3
- 4
- 5
AN: Update time again.
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Nikki: Thanks for giving my Jak/ottsel lurv fics a chance, haha!
Amaronith: Torn will get what's coming to him, don't worry. NOW let the sexy commence!
Zesaya: Thanks for the kind words -- and for understanding my dopey badger reference.
Grimreaperchibi: Yes, Jak is exempt from being criticized over his complete lack of social skills. Dax certainly forgives him. Forgives him, and pushes for steamy bathroom scenes.
Kuromei: Oh, yes, Daxter's idea of best-friends-with-official-benefits has many, many benefits indeed...
Tainted_Emerald: Thanks! I'm glad the pet angle is working out. I always wondered what goes on in Daxter's head when people treat him as such, so this is a foray into that idea.
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Characters: Naughty Dog's, not mine.
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Daxter sat on the bathroom counter, one hand in the stream of water flowing into the deep basin of the sink. He watched Jak intently in the mirror while he waited for the water to warm enough so he could put the stopper in the drain.
Jak was strangely beautiful when he was mad. Not “dark eco” mad, just “gonna punch your face in ‘cause you messed with my ottsel” mad. And Jak was definitely mad now. He had insisted on calling Torn before they commenced the bathing, and had spent the past five minutes verbally kicking the Underground leader’s metaphorical ass.
“Just get used to it, Torn,” Jak growled as he tugged his scarf from its temporary home around his waist. Dax had pulled out the ponytail for him as soon as they got to the bathroom. “Daxter and I are a team. Well, I really don’t care how annoying you think he is! I’m not doing a single mission more for you if he’s not with me. And the next time you get the bright idea to insult him by pulling this ‘leash’ bullshit, I will cheerfully wrap it around your neck instead of his—very, very tightly.”
There was a long pause, then a muffled comment over the communicator that even Daxter’s sensitive ears couldn’t make out.
Jak snorted. “That’s what I thought. We’ll be back tomorrow morning. You’ll get your information then.” With that he hung up and stuffed the ‘com back into his hip pack. “Asshole.”
Daxter grinned as the water finally ran hot. He stretched a leg down into the sink and nudged the plug into place with his toes. “You said it, big guy. Now—on to more pleasurable things!”
“You know what he said?” Jak demanded, hands on his hips as if he hadn’t even registered what his friend had said. “He pretty much admitted that he knew from the start the pet disguise wouldn’t matter one way or another, as long as you pretended you couldn’t talk. He just pushed the leash and collar because he knew it would make you mad!”
It warmed Daxter’s gooey insides to know that Jak cared enough to get mad on his behalf. It really did. But there was a time and a place for everything, and right now he believed that it was high time Jak’s hands found their place on a very willing ottsel. “Jak.”
“I swear to gods, it pisses me off! I just wish there was some way to prove to people that you used to—that you’re really human. They’d knock this shit off then!”
“Jak.”
“First thing I’m gonna do when we get back there is punch him in the damn nose, I swear—”
“Jaaaak,” Daxter trilled loudly, falling playfully onto his side on the counter. He wiggled and rolled, giving the green-blonde a perfect view of his underbelly and the rather prominent arousal pressing insistently up through the fur there. “Pet is dirty. Pet is needy. Focus, please.”
Jak promptly shut his mouth. With three short steps he leaned into the shower-tub and grabbed two bottles from a shelf there. Tess’s shampoo and conditioner, Daxter guessed, as they were placed on the side of the sink next to him.
The green-blonde cleared his throat awkwardly. “Okay, get in.”
Daxter sighed. “Come on, Jak. Fer real?”
“What? If you want to get clean and go… back in the bedroom, get in the sink.”
“Well, I dunno about the pets you’re familiar with, pal, but I’m sure not trained well enough to just jump in the water fer ya. You gotta work a little bit, here.”
Jak blinked in surprise. “Seriously? You’re still hung up on this pet thing?”
Still belly up, Dax stared at him stubbornly.
“Alright, alright.” Jak took him around the middle, careful of his erection, and plucked him off the counter. He set Daxter carefully in the sink and then reached to unbuckle the collar that the ottsel still sported, the leash having been unsnapped and abandoned already on the tiled floor.
Daxter swatted his hand away. “No, leave that.”
Jak stared for a long moment, eyes wide. It was clear he was piecing something together behind those baby blues, and it made his smaller friend a teensy bit uncomfortable.
Dax hunched defensively and gave an irritated growl. “What’re you starin’ at? Don’t judge me!”
With a slow smile, Jak slipped two fingers under the collar. “Hey, now. No growling, little guy. Be nice. Only good pets get treats.”
Orange ears stood straight up in shock, then drifted back. Daxter opened his mouth to reply, then shut it again when a gentle but firm tug at the collar directed him under the hot water still streaming from the faucet. Inexplicably, his cock twitched against the wet fur of his belly as he felt Jak holding him in place by the band around his neck. He sighed deeply as the water hit the back of his head and poured down over his shoulders and back. Ooooh, yeah.
Jak reached over with his free hand and grabbed the first bottle. With a quick flip of his thumb the lid snapped open. He upended the bottle and drizzled shampoo from between Daxter’s ears to the base of his tail, where the water lapped. “There. This should take care of the sticky. Next time you want ice cream, just ask for it.”
“Smart-ass,” Daxter muttered, but he couldn’t be too annoyed when Jak’s hand came back and began to knead the shampoo into his dirty fur, still careful of his sore ribs.
It was a strange but wonderful sensation, fingers that didn’t belong to him carding through his fur so thoroughly. It was so good that he didn’t even demand that Jak hurry up and move those massaging hands between his legs. Dax braced his hands against the side of the sink and groaned softly as he was scrubbed down.
“You like that?” Jak asked as he rubbed the tension out of tiny shoulders.
“Can the general public see Ashelin’s thong?”
Jak laughed. “Alright, stupid question.” His hands curled around to work the lather into Daxter’s chest ruff and down his belly.
Daxter shifted and squirmed, even when the hands detoured back around to wash his lower back without touching the hard length that was fully extended under the water. Those big hands smoothing down his body were just marvelous in their own right.
Unlike the last time he and Jak had gotten physical, this time he was able to actually think about what was going on. While the three days they had spent in bed during his rut had passed in a hazy cycle of desperate, aching need followed by ecstatic orgasm, now Daxter’s brain was functioning independently. As he usually did when something awesome happened, he began to wonder how much more awesome it would be if he were human to enjoy it. The thought of Jak’s hands slicking down wet, freckled skin instead of wet fur? Much hotter than it should have been.
Daxter began to whimper softly when Jak moved to his hips. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to the side of the sink so he could spread his legs wider and lift his tail in invitation.
“No, not yet.” Jak washed his hips and tail methodically, and down his back legs. Then a finger worked back under the collar and directed the ottsel underneath the faucet again to rinse.
Daxter closed his eyes against the hot stream pouring over him. He felt Jak reach down and pull the plug, letting the dirty water drain out of the sink. Soon. Very soon Jak would pull him out and towel him off, and then they’d go down the hall to the spare room, and then—
“Conditioner. Hold still.”
“Jak, come on!” he cried, pulling futilely against the hold on his collar as he heard the snap of the other bottle’s lid being opened. “I’m clean! I don’t need baby-soft fur, I need you ta get me off!”
Jak frowned. “Who’s the pet here? Just wait.” His hand shifted until he could grip both the collar and a bit of the loose skin at the back of the ottsel’s neck.
Daxter’s knees promptly turned to jelly, and he whined softly as he went still so Jak could work the thick white junk into his fur. Oh, that was a low blow. The scruff-grab should have been explicitly stated as off limits. But then… why was he much less angry than turned on by the degradation of being manhandled by his much bigger friend?
“Yer damn lucky, Jak, lemme tell ya,” he panted harshly, shifting his paws just the slightest bit on the slippery sink bottom. “Anybody else treaten’ me this way—”
“Hey, don’t blame me. You’re the one that asked for it.” The amused tone of Jak’s voice was maddening. “You know what I think, Dax? I think you’re just mad that you like games like this. Daxter the little big shot likes being his best friend’s pet.”
Daxter bit his bottom lip, hard, and hunched his shoulders as much as he was able. Was it really his fault that everything about Jak—the guy’s bigger size, his strength, his gentleness, their closeness—made him easy to submit to? Was it Daxter’s fault that he hadn’t dared imagine that anyone would ever actually want to touch him like this, with or without fur, and Jak had stepped up to the plate like it hardly bothered him? Of course he felt like Jak’s pet sometimes!
“You’d probably let me do this to you when you’re human again, too, wouldn’t you?” the hero continued, rubbing the conditioner in with his free hand. “Just get you a bigger collar, maybe some rope to play with…”
A little keen that wanted to be denial slipped free. Daxter’s hips jerked against his will, his leaking cock bobbing into his stomach fur. Dammit, he had to focus! He was Daxter, the cool one, the ladies’ man, not some kinky bondage freak who’d let another guy tie him up!
“Don’t worry, Dax. If you’re good, I’ll let you play with Tess sometimes. I bet she’d love to hold my pet redhead’s leash for a night.”
The ottsel let out a muffled yell as he shuddered from tip to tail. “Jak, please, gods—touch me!”
Jak was silent a moment. “The conditioner’s supposed to stay in for five minutes.”
Daxter very nearly pitched a bitch fit. Then the hand at his nape let go and Jak took him under the arms to drape him over the edge of the sink until only his tiptoes touched the bottom.
“Hold still,” Jak said, smoothing his hand from shoulder blades to tail. Then fingers slick with the conditioner slipped around Daxter’s hip, between his legs, and wrapped around his eager length. “Okay. Now you can move.”
To his shame, Daxter humped like he had never humped before. His hips moved like furry pistons, slamming himself into Jak’s hand hard enough to knock it repeatedly against the side of the sink with a litany of hollow, metallic thumps. He scrabbled for purchase against the laminate of the countertop, his claws scratching as they drug uselessly against the flat surface. Oh, to be in bed, with sheets to dig his claws into!
“See, I take care of my pets,” Jak said quietly as he stroked the ottsel’s lower back with his free hand.
“Then take care’a the other side too,” Dax gritted, moving his tail out of the way so fast it hit the other wall of the sink. This wasn’t a very convenient place to have sexy-time. If he were bigger, maybe they could try the bathtub…
Jak thoroughly rinsed the conditioner off the hand that wasn’t being screwed by an ottsel and moved it lower. A shudder ran through Daxter as it slowly teased under his tail. “Oh, fuck yeah!”
As mortifying as finding his little fluffy-muff had been when he had first become an ottsel, having Jak’s digits and then his dick inside it had brought a mind-numbing pleasure he hadn’t thought possible. The stretch, the ache, the tight sensation of something widening the way to squeeze inside—it had stalked his dreams since the last time, leaving him to awaken with a start, damp and shiny down below with nothing but his own fingers to finish the job.
“Guh!” Daxter spread his legs wider as Jak’s finger began to slide in. Oh, yeah. That was what he had missed. He panted with delight as he was filled, squirming back and forth between Jak’s hands.
“Dax?” Jak’s voice was a little breathless, too. “You’re really tight this time. Really. I don’t think anything else is gonna work today.”
“It will, it will. It’s just ‘cause I’ve not been burnin’ fer two days already. Just stretch me out, Jak. Stretch me,” he whimpered.
The green-blonde loosed an incredibly frustrated groan. “Five minutes are up. Either come, or you’ll wait until I rinse you, dry you, and throw you in bed.”
“Noooo,” Daxter moaned, moving his hips more frantically. “Almost there! Nnn… ‘nother finger? Please?”
He was obliged. A second finger pressed in beside the first. In seconds, the ottsel let out a shrill squeak as he climaxed, coating Jak’s hand in slick fluid in front and squeezing his fingers tightly in back. Daxter was left on wobbly legs, elbows braced on the edge of the sink as he panted for breath through the dopey smile on his face. Mmmm. He had so needed that.
Unfortunately, as the soft shakes of afterglow dissipated, doubt came worming in. Dax had gotten off, sure, but what about Jak? This was supposed to be an equal exchange now, right? Daxter wriggled in discomfort as his friend’s hands left him. He looked up meekly, dripping wet and beginning to feel the first prickles of cold. Uncertainty was a bitch, when your cock was hanging out.
“Um. Thanks, pal.”
“No problem. But don’t get comfortable yet. We’re not done.” Jak’s hands returned, picking Daxter up by the middle and placing him back under the faucet one more time.
It was a relief when Jak began to rinse him off, stroking over shoulder and flank almost possessively. He would get a chance to pleasure the big guy in return. Daxter was purring again by the time Jak lifted him fully out of the sink and wrapped a fluffy towel around him. He rolled up like an ottsel burrito, just his nose and ears sticking out the top as Jak rubbed it vigorously from the outside.
When Jak bent to grab the leash off the floor and then picked him up, towel and all, Daxter was deviously glad to see just how uncomfortable his friend’s pants had to be getting.
“I bet you were grindin’ on the cabinet the whole time, huh, Jakkie-babe?”
The comment earned him a firm bop on the nose from one of the furiously blushing hero’s fingers. “Quiet.”
Dax growled playfully and nipped, but couldn’t do much more with the towel still wrapped around him and Jak carrying him down the hall at a clipped, eager pace. He would show Jak just what kind of tricks this pet could do!
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(2nd)AN: I wonder what wet ottsel smells like? No, not that kind of wet, you pervs. Fur wet with water. H2O. Probably like wet ferret. But now I wonder what wet ferret smells like...
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