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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
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AN: Happy dance with me, everybody! Not only is the last chapter of this fic complete, but I graduated from college last Saturday. Woo hoo, woo hoo hoo! Woo hoo, woo hoo hoo~! A-hem. On with the fic.
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Gloomie: Now I want both a love montage to sappy music, and an illustration of Daxter shrugging as he uses Jak’s member as a barstool. That is a definite win! My ego and my imagination are inflated, let me assure you.
Amaronith: You should be very jealous of that lucky little ottsel.
Gloomie (2): Apparently my ego senses good vibes before I see reviews, and preens itself accordingly. Thanks for giving the ottsel smut a chance!
Nikki: Aww! Thanks for the lovely comments on my writing style, and for telling me cool ferret facts. I would love to own a ferret or two. Someday, someday…
Grimreaperchibi: I will indeed help your inner fangirl out, my friend! The second chapter of Keep Talking will feature a human!Dax shower scene, just for you, and I’ll be finishing that next. You’re now entitled to request/demand things, as you provide me with lovely, awesome, swoon-worthy reading material to keep me motivated.
Tainted_Emerald: Yes, Jak is finally easing into the swing of things. It takes a while to get him acclimatized, but when he does, he does things right. I do have a ball writing these fics. I’m so glad to hear that you enjoy them, too! Chapter 2 of Keep Talking is next on the “work on it” slate.
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Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.
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Their little spare bedroom hadn’t changed since the last time they had used it. Jak was glad of that as he shut and locked the door behind them. Familiar surroundings helped him let his guard down, and he fully intended to enjoy the afternoon. He sat Daxter on the bed and began to undress at once.
The rumpled ottsel crawled out of the towel he had been wrapped in and gave himself a shake. “Brrr! Chilly fur.”
“Why don’t you roll around in the sun for a minute?” Jak suggested from inside his shirt. He was rapidly reaching a new level of frustrated. His shirt hit the floor followed shortly by his scarf and goggles, and he reached for his pants with a sigh of relief. Having both hands all up in Daxter’s business had left a total of zero for him to use on himself, and his erection was complaining bitterly.
“Ooh, yeah, that’s the stuff.”
Daxter’s purr from the end of the bed caught his attention immediately, and Jak turned to look as he shucked his pants and shorts. Dax had stretched out on the quilt in a sunbeam, as Jak had suggested, and was doing his best to be suggestive. As the green-blonde watched, Daxter wriggled out onto his back. His tail flopped lazily as his hands combed slowly through his damp chest fur and down the length of his torso, lingering when they reached the apex of his thighs. Clawed toes curled.
“Mmm. ‘S nice an’ warm. You should try it, Jak.”
He was being seduced by his best friend, less than half his height and furry. It would have been both terribly funny and hopelessly cute if he hadn’t been so aroused already. Jak crawled down the bed until he was stretched out beside Daxter, looking into blue eyes that held both lust and a hint of nervousness. The metal fastening of the collar around a slim neck gleamed brightly in the sunlight.
Jak’s hand reached out to land gently on a soft yellow stomach—while the other hand went up to calmly snap the leash back onto Daxter’s collar.
Daxter craned his neck to look down at it, completely surprised by the move. “What the—?”
“Come on, little guy.” Jak made a clicking sound with his tongue as he tugged gently on the leash. “It’s been a while. Let’s see if you remember any tricks to make me happy.”
A small whine met the command, and after a beat Daxter rolled to his feet to follow Jak up to the head of the bed. Jak knew that Daxter knew that he had the power to call the whole charade off any second. The collar would come off and the hero would cut it out with the pet talk and they would still have fun. But the lack of comment and the ready acquiescence seemed to mean that Dax was enjoying the play.
Jak grabbed a pillow to prop behind his lower back and leaned back against the headboard. When he was properly settled, legs stretched lazily in front of him, the ottsel crawled up to perch cautiously between his thighs. Jak reeled the leash in until Daxter had just enough leeway to move his head, but not enough to back away. If he wanted up he would have to ask for it.
Daxter eyed the heavy erection bobbing inches from his nose and gulped audibly.
The hero tried not to laugh. “Well, go ahead.”
“Hey, I’m gettin’ to it!” Daxter whined, leaning further forward. “Lay off.” With a final nervous flick of his ears his tongue snuck out to trace over the head of it, wiping off a bead of pre.
Jak sighed and relaxed, sinking down further into the pillows. Oh, yeah. He had missed that rough little tongue. His hand petted the ottsel’s head encouragingly; his thumb slipped over a small cheekbone. “Good boy, Dax.”
The praise seemed to relax Daxter, as well. The hunch of his shoulders eased and he stretched out against Jak’s thigh, one arm curled around the jutting length in front of him to brace against Jak’s lower stomach. The tongue returned with more confidence, lapping over the head before trailing down the vein at the underside. His breath puffed warm against sensitive skin, and Jak shivered. He wondered what he tasted like to his friend.
Daxter’s eyes slowly grew heavy-lidded as he worked diligently at his task. His tongue traced patterns on the shaft before the tip of it darted into the slit, poking and stretching deliciously as Jak hissed. The little guy couldn’t cross his fingers, but he sure could roll that tongue. When Dax began to purr Jak felt it before he heard it, a subtle vibration against the inside of his thigh.
“Enjoying yourself?” Jak breathed, holding back hips that wanted to thrust.
“Maybe I just like watchin’ you squirm, hotshot,” Daxter purred deviously. A moment later his mouth opened wide and descended in retaliation.
Jak groaned loudly and let his head fall back with a thump. Dax could only fit the head of his cock plus a couple inches in his mouth, but it felt delicious anyway. Now, if Daxter were bigger—human—he might just be able to take the whole thing… The thought made Jak whine in his throat, and twitch against the ottsel’s tongue.
The smug light in Daxter’s eyes was obvious. His tail flipped contentedly against Jak’s knee as he sucked with gusto, sharp canines carefully held apart. Where his mouth couldn’t reach, his hands did, stroking up and down Jak’s shaft and occasionally teasing even lower.
Jak’s eyes were fluttering in bliss when that warm, wet pleasure pulled away.
Daxter snickered, an orange brow quirking impishly. “Enjoyin’ yerself?”
“You’ve got a real smart mouth for a pet,” Jak growled, grinning evilly. It seemed that someone had already forgotten who held the leash. “Get your fuzzy ass up here.”
A quick tug at the lead pulled Daxter up with a little yelp of surprise, until he was straddled unsteadily on Jak’s stomach. His arousal was out of its sheath again, hard and red, arcing up through the sticky fur between his legs. It seemed he had been enjoying servicing his handler more than he wanted to admit. He squirmed uncomfortably and cleared his throat, avoiding Jak’s eyes.
“Stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” Jak picked him up without further ado and, to the ottsel’s apparent surprise, turned him around. “Now get back down there while I show you what happens to smart-mouthed pets.”
“Wha…?” Daxter didn’t really resist as he was pushed gently down to lie on his stomach across Jak’s muscled torso, mouth poised over the erection he had been enjoying so much and his own backside presented to Jak’s view. “Yer not gonna spank me, are ya? ‘Cause yer really big, an’ that would hurt my ass like whoa damn, an’ I don’t do that kinda pain kink, if that’s what you—”
The finger tracing his entrance made the ottsel stop short with a quick gasp.
“As you were licking…?” Jak prompted, slipping the very tip of his finger inside.
Daxter shifted at once, trying to move back against the welcome intrusion, but a big hand landed firmly on the small of his back, pinning him to Jak’s torso. “Hey! What’s the big ide—ooooh!”
The wavering moan and lifting tail as the tip of a second finger joined the first, but refused to move or go deeper, was sweet music to the green-blonde’s ears. He twisted his fingers just a little, enough for friction that made Daxter jerk and scrabble at his hips, trying to get the leverage to thrust back and force the teasing digits inside himself. Jak kept him down, though; so much that he lacked even the space to rub his shaft against a muscled chest.
“I swear ta gods, I’mna kick you in the teeth,” Dax hissed, his small hand tightening blissfully around the base of Jak’s cock.
“Go ahead,” Jak challenged, forcing himself not to squirm under the touch. “You’ll regret it.”
“Will I?”
Instead of an answer, Jak rotated his hand and, while Daxter reeled from the burst of sensation, slipped another finger slick with the ottsel’s own fluids across the small, pink opening under the base of his tail.
“Hey!” Daxter squeaked shrilly, head and ears flying up in alarm. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! I never said y’could—”
Jak pressed in, just the slightest bit.
At actual pressure and the ease of slight penetration, Daxter froze. He moaned again, breath hot on Jak’s skin, as his tail twitched erratically. “What’re… what’re you doin’? Feels so weird, I…” His feet began to tread at the blankets on either side of Jak’s chest. “Feels good, Jak—why’s that feel good?!”
Jak couldn’t answer. He couldn’t remember what their little play-fight had been about. He couldn’t remember why he had thought it would be funny to make his best friend squirm this way. All he could do was stare dumbly at three of his fingers pumping slowly, oh so slowly, in and out of two of Daxter’s orifices and wish to the Precursors it was another part of his body doing the same.
“If you don’t put this thing in me right now I am gonna bite it, you hear me?!” Daxter yelled, stroking Jak’s length roughly.
Jak would have commented on how full of threats someone was that day if he hadn’t already been struggling to meet the demand. He lifted Daxter off himself and sat up quickly. After a moment’s thought, he turned to face the headboard and plopped the ottsel between his spread knees.
“Hn—?” Daxter looked up as his leash went taunt, just in time to see Jak tie it to a bedpost. His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened hugely. “Oooh, damn, that is sooo messed up!”
“You want out?” Jak asked, hand hovering over the loose knot that would fall free in a moment. He prayed the answer would be no.
“Nnn…” The ottsel tugged against the restriction of the leash, bracing his hands and feet against the bedspread like a real animal determined to get away. The struggle was halfhearted, at best. He could have pulled loose at any time with enough force.
Picking up on his part, Jak batted his friend into position with a swat that, while still pretty gentle, was harder than he would normally use on the little guy. One hand closed around the thick base of Daxter’s tail, holding it up and out of the way. The other pinched the tender skin at the back of his neck, something that had seemed to please earlier. “Alright, you had your chance. If you’re not out, I’m in.”
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When the hand closed on his tail and hoisted it up, baring his privates to the world, Daxter went weak in the joints. When his neck scruff was tugged, he went weak in the head. His arms suddenly refused to cooperate and dumped him on his nose, leaving his ass in the air. It presented Jak with a perfect target. Dax went up on his back toes, spreading his legs wider.
“Fuck me,” he mewled breathlessly, the start of the same litany he thought he had dropped along with the mad rush of his rut. “Jak, fuck me—!”
This time he didn’t have to ask twice. Jak pressed in, and a shameless moan ripped itself from Daxter’s throat. Sweet gods! The hot, stretching ache hurt as good as he remembered.
“Okay?” Jak asked, breathing hard himself.
Frantic nodding was all Daxter could accomplish, but it seemed to get the point across. Jak continued with Mission: Touch Bottom until he could go no further, his burning length filling every tender centimeter inside the ottsel. Dax could feel tears in his own eyes as he shifted. It was glorious. Jak felt huge inside him, loomed above him, was taking him in the age old position of dominance while he was tied to the goddamn bed and it all would have been enough to make Daxter squeal ‘Master!’ on the first real stroke if Jak’s name hadn’t already been synonymous at the moment.
Three strokes in and out had the ottsel trembling and jerking as his tunnel constricted sharply around Jak, making the green-blonde hiss with pleasure. The grip on his scruff tightened accordingly and inside of a minute Daxter was struggling not to scream, clutching at the bed sheets as Jak’s release filled him to the brim with warm, salty spunk that smelled amazing to a sensitive little nose. The last thrust actually lifted his back feet off the mattress, suspending his rear half in the air momentarily while Jak was in orbit. Their combined fluids had no place to go but out, squishing from his fluffy-muff to roll down his still rock hard shaft and drip onto the covers. It might actually be possible to die of bliss.
When Jak slumped over him, completely covering Daxter’s smaller form, the big guy appeared to be down for the count. When his hand snuck down beneath them both, though, and began to gently fondle the ottsel’s dripping length, Dax did scream. Repeatedly. With a thick, half-hard cock still buried inside him and intent fingers on his own arousal, it took no time at all for his second orgasm to overwhelm his bucking, squirming body. Ears ringing, breath hitching, nearly blacking out as he had the first time Jak had taken him all those weeks ago, Daxter trilled and came, coating Jak’s hand in a slick film of white.
He barely registered the wet squelch when Jak pulled out a few moments later, but he certainly felt the sudden loss of fullness. If he hadn’t been so damn tired, he might have had something to say about it. Right at that moment, though, all Dax could do was draw oxygen and try to stay conscious. Holy hell, was his pal a fantastic lay.
“Can you move before I fall on you?” Jak inquired after a long while of labored breathing and no movement from the crumpled orange ball under him.
Daxter whined.
With a sigh and a groan Jak tipped to the side and collapsed on the bed beside him. Gentle hands came up to finally unbuckle the collar around his neck and stayed to pet the ringed indent out of soft, damp fur. “Hey. Are you alright?”
The ottsel sighed tiredly through his nose. “Mmm-hmm.” He couldn’t have described just how utterly fantastic he felt at the moment, so that would have to suffice.
Jak’s hands continued to pet soothingly as he pulled Daxter to cuddle against his chest. “You’re the best pet ever, Dax.”
Daxter purred deep in his throat, exhausted but satisfied. “Yeah? ‘Course I am. I’m the best at everything.” He nuzzled at the hollow of Jak’s throat. They would have to get up and moving soon. The sheets needed washed before Tess returned with questions. But for a little while, he could enjoy cuddling and dare to dream about the wonderful things he and Jak could do if—when—he became human once more. “Oh, by the way, Jakkie-boy...”
Jak looked down at him, head cocked and ears perked.
“What happens in the guest room stays in the guest room, ya dig?” It would not get out that Orange Lightning creamed himself over being leashed to a headboard and boned by Buff, Blonde, and Beautiful. It would NOT.
“Oh. Yeah, sure. It’s our secret you like pretending to be a pet and getting tied up and—mmph!”
“Gooood,” Daxter purred, hand firmly covering Jak’s mouth. “And while we’re on the subject, one last thing.”
“Yeah?”
“Tell Tattooed Wonder he ain’t gettin’ the collar an’ leash back."
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The end.
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(2^nd)AN: Thanks for reading, everybody! Hopefully this keeps those random ottsel impulses in check for a while. Hmm… and here’s hoping Daxter is satisfied with his body when he finally becomes human again, no matter what gender(s) it may be.
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