let it leave me like a long breath

also i have this habit of just, writing ahead of the current point in my stories, which means that now i am sitting in significant chunks of adolescent lycanthrope ch. 6 and interspecies cooperation ch. 4½ (one half b/c it's short and unrelated to the main "plotline", such as one exists in a serial pwp)

and because it's going to take ages for me to write the rest of chapter 3 and 4, here's a SNEAK PEAK for the interspecies cooperation one. it's jak/daxter. jak/ottsel daxter.

(maybe once i more solidify the adolescent lycanthrope ch. 6 sex scene i might post that early too, idk. i kind of want to fit uhhh at least gaiden 2 and 3 in the gap there too, along with ch. 5, so it would beeee a whileeee.)

(context: interspecies cooperation ch. 4 involves jak going back down into the sewers and getting gangbanged while he's transformed into dark jak. it matches up with the "drain the sewers to get the ruby key" mission if that means anything to you. the big metal head from the first chapter is back and also they all discover 1. that when dark jak comes he comes refined dark eco and 2. that's basically the thing metal heads eat so that they can metamorph into bigger scarier varieties of metal heads. so the big metal head transforms into a enormous monstery kind of metal head after giving jak a few dozen forced orgasms, and also, afterwards jak's dick doesn't exactly go back to normal. ADDITONALLY, daxter tagged along for this mission. so he gets to see jak getting gangbanged and all that comes to a head. and in their, uh, brief conversation about that before jak starts sucking some metal head dick he goes like "cmon dax i know you jerk off watching me jerk off all the time" and daxter like, sputters and stammers.

my reading on their relationship is like, daxter absolutely has a crush on jak but he kinda is like "well i'm a tiny weasel-thing i can never have sex w/ anyone; no one will ever love me" and jak is just like "whatever i will fuck basically anybody who wants to fuck me, including and maybe especially weird monsters and/or furries", but neither of them really vocalize this until the metal head sex forces a confrontation.)

(anyway)

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It was late when he finally settled onto the bed -- heavy channeling ring tossed to the floor, coat unstrapped, slowing sinking down into mattress. Jak scratched his chest, then dragged his hand down, fingers digging just over the waist of his pants, slowly inching beneath. His cock lurched. He'd been half-hard since they got back, every few minutes his mind whirling back to the Metal Heads fucking him, Daxter watching -- and his cock made it hard to stop thinking about it, throbbing, too-sensitive, half-hard. He'd spent all the time sense aware of its thickness, its casual strain against the front of his pants, now more than ever. He hooked his hands under the waist and tugged down, letting it loll out fat and heavy, hitting his stomach with a heavy slap.

Whatever effects his dark eco come had had on the Metal Heads, it sure as hell hadn't left him untouched. The skin of his shaft was still tinged purple-grey, a shade darker than usual, and veins stood out stark against his skin, squiggling lines of purple traveling down his stomach, fanning across his hips and forking up his inner thighs, like a mess of arrows all pointing towards his cock. The biggest were protruding up the side of his shaft, making it look even more lopsided, framed with an asymmetrical squiggle of thick black veins. His cock was fat, fleshy and thick, too thick for his fingers to wrap around it even soft. His too-large cockhead peeked out from his foreskin, skin dark purple, still shiny with the remnants of his load. Mostly soft, he could roll his foreskin back and forth, thick flesh pulling back to reveal the clotted mess of come he'd left trapped up there, thickening into purple-black slime. He worked it back and forth, fingers dragging against the loose flesh of his shaft. Each touch sung through him, pleasure rolling up his body in waves, almost painfully intense. His hand tugging down on his cock made his hips jerk up, toes curling, a ragged little moan catching in his throat as he started jerking off.

He dragged his foreskin back, too small to fit the fat dome of his cock, each movement tighter and tighter as his cock thudded to life. Pre worked up his shaft, wet pulse rising until it emerged as a fat, glistening bead. His cockslit gaped, fingers coaxing under the sheathed ridge of his cockhead, and the bubble of his pre burst, spilling down his cockhead and smearing into a wet sheen. In the near-dark its eco glow was clear -- a faint shimmer that would've been otherwise invisible. Jak groaned, head thrown back, eyes closed, just letting the sensations spill through him. His balls ached, hardly bigger but so much heavier, dense like weights. He tugged them out of his pants too, churning like living things as they settled to rest across his thighs, too-hot against his skin. He let out another gush of pre, leaking easy as he stroked himself off slowly, hot fluid overflowing the dimple of his foreskin and spilling down his shaft, smearing over his fingers.

His strokes picked up the pace, foreskin squelching as he worked it back and forth over the tip of his cock, slime bubbling up faster and faster. This was like a leaky faucet, a new gush of pre dribbling from his tip with each pump. Jak smeared it across his shaft, hand moving wetter and wetter over his shaft, sloppy and frictionless until it soaked into his skin, turning into a thick cream between his fingers.

"Aah, fuck," he groaned, quiet in the room, hips jerking up with each thrust -- ramming his hand down against his crotch, balls jerking and churning as he started fucking his fist, the wet squelch of his cock filling the room. "Hey Dax," he said, without turning his head, or even opening his eyes. "Come down here. I know you're watching." He tugged down on his cock, again, tugging his foreskin down as much as it could go, hand taut against his stomach, cock twitching, a fat bludgeon hanging from his crotch. His hips jerked up, a solid ribbon of pre gushing from the tip and splattering up across his chest, a wet droplet catching in his goatee. "Really? After all this, you think I don't--" Jak stroked himself again, base to tip, squirting another gush of pre across his hand, dribbling in shockingly hot lines across his belly. "You coulda said something. Fuck, Dax, anything you wanna do with me--" he said, cutting off with a moan, cock spraying all up across his chest. "Fuck, I'm leaking so much, gimmie a hand, please?" he moaned, hips jerking up in minute motions, a constant drool of tainted eco pre spilling down his shaft.

Finally, there was the satisfying thump of Dax jumping down from his perch on top of the shelves, the pad of his feet as he approached.

"Took you long enough," Jak said, grinning, eyes still closed. "Was thinking I'd have to start begging."

He'd never actually seen Dax -- hard. Erect. But here he was, flush visible under his fur, and cock sticking up like a ramrod, practically pinned to his stomach. It was huge, for his body size, a fat triangular shaft with a barely-perceptible ridge for his cockhead, shaft growing smoothly thicker all the way to the base, a fuzzy sheath of orange fur, the thick tawny mess of shaggy fur at his crotch hiding his balls. And he was leaking too, cock shining with streamers of pre, the palms of his paws glimmering. That was "for his body size", though; the whole thing was about the size of Jak's thumb. But he could work with that. He could suck on his own thumb easy, if he wanted.

"Jak--" Daxter said, when he opened his eyes, but Jak just pulled him closer, the hand that wasn't wrapped around his cock going between his legs and bodily lifting him up, palm rubbing against Daxter's balls as he settled him on his chest, cock an inch from his face. Daxter had a smell to him, grassy and sweet, and now it was tinged with sex, cock pulsing against his chest, clear pre rich with musk as it rolled down his shaft.

Jak slid down, pulling Daxter forward until his mouth brushed his cockhead, tongue darting out to wet his lips and catching across the tip of his shaft. Daxter's eyes were huge, focused straight down on Jak's lips, mouth hanging open. Jak licked his lips again, dragging his tongue across Daxter's cockhead, and then curled around it, dragging it into his mouth.

Daxter groaned, a long drawn-out "Jaaak," like he was drunk, hips rolling forward, sliding his cock along Jak's tongue until the entire thing was hilted in his mouth, fresh-tasting, spurts of grassy-tasting musk spilling across the back of his tongue.

Jak's own cock pulsed in time with Daxter's spurts. A tremor ran through his body, the wet heat of Daxter's cock in his mouth, the drag of the satiny-slick flesh against his mouth and tongue -- his cock was drooling eagerly, rock hard. Jak didn't dare touch himself, just grabbed fistfuls of the sheets and hung on.

Jak sucked on his cock, lips pressed against Daxter's sheath. Daxter stumbled back, feet shifting on Jak's collarbone before he jerked forward, burying the entire thing back into his back, his swollen balls shoved up under his lower lip, grinding against his goatee as Daxter started humping his face, paws groping Jak's face, grabbing against his jaw. He pre dripped down into his throat and Jak swallowed, mouth pursing around Daxter's shaft, and he made a high-pitched animal chirp, face flushing harder even as he kept thrusting, rolling his hips back and forth, entire body vibrating with the force of each sudden chirp.

Jak wrapped his tongue around Daxter's cock, swallowing it down to the root -- Daxter fucking his face more and more eagerly, trying to swallow his animal chirps at first, bursting out as Jak tugged on his cockhead, lips teasing his sheath. Daxter chittered, sharp and high, and then he just stopped trying, grunting and groaning as he fucked Jak's face but snapping off into animal screeching as he got close.

Daxter didn't even try warning him, not that he was in any state to talk. He just thrust forward, cock erupting as he made his rapid thrusts, pace not faltering a bit as he squirted his load across the roof of Jak's mouth, lines of pre salt-stringy as Daxter came, thighs trembling as he kept hunching against Jak's mouth, chirping sharply between pants. Jak swallowed, lips pursing around Daxter's pumping shaft, and Daxter just groaned, whining in the back of his mouth as his cock erupted again, a final few gushes splattering across Jak's tongue before Dax collapsed on top of him, chest heaving, cock still buried sheath-deep in Jak's mouth.

Jak let him be, lapping up the last of Daxter's grassy come, tongue sliding back and forth across Daxter's cock as he drank it down, and finally Daxter pulled back, feet slapping Jak's chest. His cock pulled out with a soft wet sound, spit crackling as his entire length pulled out, half hard but still just as flushed, twitching still.

"Jak," Daxter said, voice more than a little dazed. "I never -- I thought --"

"Don't worry about it, Dax," Jak said, lips brushing against Daxter's cock. "I've wanted to do that for a while."

Daxter was beet red under his fur, and he stammered for a few seconds before he visibly pulled himself back together. "Well if that's what we're doing now, then I gotta return the favor!" He turned around, feet dimples of pressure on Jak's chest, and audibly squeaked when he caught sight of Jak's cock.

Jak was so hard he thought he might burst, cock engorged and throbbing like it'd never been before. His veins ran black, pulsing with his heartbeat, and he was steadily drooling pre, cock tensing and spurting like a fountain every few seconds, a sloppy gush of syrupy pre that poured down his shaft, outlining every grotesquely-bulging vein, the dim glow of the eco-tainted pre making his cock glow bizarrely in the dim light, a puddle of glowing pre spreading across his abs, spilling down to one side as it overflowed.

Dax crawled down Jak's body, on all fours, muzzle bopping against his cockhead and catching a gush of pre that streaked across his shoulder and down his back, messing up his fur. His paws dipped into the mess of pre spilling across his stomach, slick wet pawprints as he steadied himself, tail slapping across Jak's chest as he wrapped both arms around his cock. It seemed to huge to Jak -- it must've been monstrous to Daxter, his cock more than half the size of his body, nearly as fat as his entire slinky torso.

His paws dug into Jak's flesh, a rock-hard core thickly wrapped in spongy, heavy flesh -- his veins bulged even more grotesquely from the pressure, fat half-circles rippling from the force of the tainted blood pounding through them. Jak groaned, Daxter's paws sliding up to toy with his foreskin, stretching it back and forth over his fat cockhead, and the next gush of pre caught Daxter right in the chest, nearly sending him tumbling backwards from the force of it, webs of slimy fluid soaking him, slowing the silky glide of his fur down to a wet grind, clumps smearing across the top of Jak's cock.

Daxter wrapped his paws around his cockhead, both of them only getting most of the way there to encircling it -- less so when his cock throbbed again, stretching under the surface, pelting him with another gush of slime -- and rubbed up and down, stroking his cockhead, the ridges of his claws pressing against the underside of his cock, teasing his sheathed frenulum through the bulk of his puffy skin.

Dax tipped forward, sodden fur grinding across his cockhead before Daxter's mouth was on him, lips stretched wide as he tried to, impossibly, suck a cockhead most of the size of his head into his mouth. He squeaked, drooling into Jak's foreskin, flesh squelching and slurping as Dax pumped his cockhead, mouth slick as he peeled back Jak's foreskin just enough to press his lips against the bare flesh of his cockhead.

"Fuck, Dax--" Jak groaned, groaned more when Dax pressed his face right up against his cockhead, tongue lashing over his gaping slit. Jak let out a broken moan, tremors nearly knocking Daxter off his stomach entirely.

His cock pulsed, Daxter's paws scrabbling over its surface, and it swung forward, the tip nestled just under his chin when the first pulse shot out, all but hosing Daxter down in his come. It splattered all down his chest, gummy tendrils webbing across his shoulders. Daxter moaned, hugging Jak's shaft to his chest, and the next shot slapped across the side of his face, the solid strand continuing on and coming down with a wet splat all across Jak's chest, strung out and slowly drooping as it drooled down Daxter's back, a thick, scummy line of purplish come.

He kept coming, dazed by the intensity of it, thinking only of Daxter's hands pumping his shaft, the slide of fur against his skin. The next shot arched almost entirely over Daxter, hot slime slapping across his cheek, and he flinched back automatically, eyes shut. Jak's stomach heaved with each spurt, cock arcing in the air, spraying slashing lines of come in all directions. Shot after shot absolutely drenched Daxter, soaking his fur and smearing all across his belly and thighs, squelching as he hugged Jak's shaft to his chest, paws dimpling the flesh of his shaft.

Daxter opened wide, catching the next shot square in his mouth and instantly overflowing, cheeks bulging as a messy waterfall of come poured down his face even as he gulped, pressing his head against the tip of Jak's cock as he tried to swallow it, animal face contorted, cheeks bulging like he was trying to store nuts. He gurgled as Jak groaned and shot again, come drooling from his nose and mouth as his tongue laved across the grimy surface of Jak's cockhead.

"Fuck, Dax," Jak groaned, hips still jerking, hand pressing Daxter's body against his cock -- Daxter's cock, hard-again, if it had ever gone soft, slopping through the mess pouring down his shaft, rutting like the animal he was against the top of Jak's cock, gurgling and chirping through the syrupy mess flooding his mouth.

Daxter pulled off his cock with a wet slorp, lips bowing outward before he spat out the crest of his cockhead, a waterfall of come pouring down and soaking across Jak's hips. Daxter chirped, voice broken and warbling, paws digging into Jak's thighs as he fucked his cock along Jak's, coming again with an animal chitter, tail slapping up across his chest.

Jak let his hand fall, cock spilling the last of its load in thick, scummy dregs, rotten dark eco draining out of him in a grimy wash, Daxter listing to the side just in time to avoid the toxic mess, splattering purple-black across his stomach.

Daxter lolled to the side, stumpy claws digging into Jak's thighs as he toppled over, and without it Jak's half-hard cock slopped in the other direction, hitting his stomach with a wet splat. Daxter was drenched in come, grimy purple-tinged slush in smeared waves all up his chest, a dribble trickling down his cheek, Daxter's form soggy as he slowly rolled over onto his back, falling off Jak's thigh onto the mattress.

"Fuck, Dax." Jak nuzzled his hand across Daxter's side, just rubbing the mess of come into his undercoat. "We should get you cleaned up," he mumbled, mostly still thinking of his cock -- pulses of pleasure rushing through him with spine-tingling intensity every time his softening cock pulsed, whole body singing with. He sat up, Dax skidding down his side and onto the sheets, and a solid wave of tainted come poured down his chest, thick slimy rivers of purplish come drenching the sheets across his hips.

Jak smeared a hand through the mess, opaque purplish slush, frothy at the edges. "What a fucking mess." He let his hand drop. "Guess that's the advantage to fucking in the sewers, huh?"

"That's gross," Daxter said after a long pause, slowly rolling over and tottering to his feet. "The sewers are gross."

"Yeah, well," Jak said, sliding to his feet, grimacing as his load started to inch down his legs, wet splats as thick globs slid down the length of his cock and fell to the floor. He picked Daxter up by the scruff of his neck, Dax too exhausted or overstimulated to struggle. "We're gonna clean up so we don't make an even bigger mess of the place." The sheets were soaked in spots, big greasy-looking splotches of eco slime. Torn was gonna have a fit.

Oh well, he'd deal with that when it happened. Right now he was gonna see if Daxter was up for some shower sex.