[...] Brutter's house was apparently just a roped-off section of the narrow back alley. He had some kind of rigid, semi-translucent sheeting set up to avoid rain coming in, and industrial mesh netting tied up below that. The walls were something of the same sort; huge shards of building materials from who-knows-where, with hanging ropes of netting or wire or other, weirder materials strung up to obscure doorways. Brutter signaled to them, beckoning them to enter. He bounded inside, sending the beaded curtain above the entranceway clattering and Jak followed with trepidation, ducking down to fit through the low but wide doorway. He wasn't sure what to expect-- something of a mix between the depressing houses in the slums and Onin's terrible tent, bug-infested and filled with dead things. It was actually far more spacious inside that he'd expected-- he could see far down the former alleyway, and in directions that surprised him. Evidently Brutter had built the place in a kind of backalley nexus, where a few alleys connected to each other. It was only slightly warmer inside, but they were at least cut off from the rough breezes rushing down the alleyway. Brutter bounded on ahead, on all fours like a wild Lurker, then paused at another alley entrance, this one much more securely covered with metal sheeting, the edges bolted and welded to the wall. A dark, colourful remnant of heavy fabric hung down over the entrance, again obscuring it from view. "You must take off your shoes before you enter!" Brutter said, miming removing shoes as he did so. Jak looked over at Daxter questioningly, but shrugged and pulled off his boots, leaving him clad in two heavy, mis-matched socks. Brutter nodded happily and practically dove inside, and Jak followed. Brutter shouted out "Careful of the step!" just a second after Jak tripped over it, coming close to falling flat on his face before he managed to regain his balance. He stepped up, onto the raised platform of the inner room. Distracted by rubbing his stubbed toe, he didn't take anything in of the room until Daxter poked him in the side of the face, his mouth wide open in surprise. "Jak, it's..." Daxter said, trailing off as Jak looked around and his mouth dropped open. It was a lot nicer than they were expecting. The sandy gravel was completely covered up by what looked like a pretty nice wood floor, which in turn was covered with lots of small carpets and pillows. The constructed wall behind them was lined with thick furs and hanging tapestries that were too long for the space, their ends lying crumpled under some of the many pillows strewn about. None of it was in very good quality -- everything was ragged and lumpy -- but it was a lot more opulent than he'd been expecting. The air inside was significantly warmer -- almost /too/ warm, probably because of all the insulation on the walls. The ceiling was the same thick plasticine sheets, this time in two layers with a sealed buffer of air between them, making the ceiling even lower. Jak had to duck his head to avoid swiping it against the bagging sheeting, and Daxter idly poked at the roof as Jak gaped. "This is nice, Brutter," Jak eventually said, back to his usual cocky bravado. Brutter was bustling about across the room, behind a gauzy curtain that only revealed that he was messing with... something. There were big blocky shapes set against one wall, and it took Jak a few seconds before they resolved mentally as kitchen appliances. /Kitchen/ appliances. He had no idea how Brutter managed to build this place. "Yo!" Daxter yelled, Jak flinching away from his voice. "Brutter! How'd you get all this stuff?" "Oh, oh," Brutter said, clattering something against something else. "Not make; is Lurker neighborhood! But all gone, locked up or in caves again." "Oh," Jak said, looking aside and frowning. "Sorry about that." "No worries!" Brutter called back, a cloud of pungent steam wafting into the room from the kitchen area. "You help already, saving slave Lurkers!" He poured something into something else and set the vague shape down on the counter, then pushed back through the hazy gauze into the sitting area, already crouching down on a big mound of pillows. "I put on tea. Must thank you, Jak and little orangey warrior! You have done lots to help Lurker people!" Jak sat down carefully on a thick, soft pillow. "Well, it was the right thing to do..." he said, not really sure what else to say. He had a feeling that "Well, we really needed help from your black-market connections and helping with your junky fetchquests seemed like a good way to get on your good side" would be too blunt and impolite. "Yeah, you Lurkers are all right!" Daxter said, loudly and abruptly from his shoulder, then hopped down onto a pillow. "Hey, these are really nice! You got some nice digs, Brutter." Brutter's silhouette nodded in the jowly, hunching way he did. There was a clatter after as he picked up something, a tray of something, and carried it out, brushing aside the layers of silky gauze with his shoulder as he did so. So, apparently Brutter had a fancy tea set, complete with a silver tray. He kicked at the pillows until they revealed a low table that had been completely buried, and then he set the tray on top. It was a continual surprise what Brutter had lying around. It was some fancy stuff, or at least it had been. Now it was scuffed and scraped and notched up -- the serving tray was missing a handle and didn't set quite evenly, but it was a far cry from the rickety handmade junk that served as furniture for the rebels. "Please, drink!" Brutter said, and motioned at the steaming teapot. With surprising delicacy, he poured out three cups of steaming amber liquid, and Jak picked his up reflexively, mystified. Daxter had to settle for climbing up to the service and drinking directly out of his cup. Whatever it was, it smelled nice. He'd seen Onin fixing tea before, and it was all bitter dark leaves that produced a black, bitter drink that tasted like hay. This, on the other hand, only smelled a little like hay, and smelled much more obviously of honey and booze. His kind of drink. Jak took a cautious sip, blowing and huffing as the scalding liquid burnt his tongue. But it actually tasted pretty good, and it was definitely alcoholic. Maybe he'd have more... once it cooled down. Daxter evidently learned of its temperature in a more dramatic way, by almost dunking his head inside the teacup and taking a pretty big gulp, followed immediately by yelling and yelping. Jak couldn't resist smirking as Daxter made a pained face and blew across his burnt tongue. "Oh!" Brutter said, "Much sorry! Should have let it sit!" [... they sit and drink for a while ...] Jak laughed. He wasn't drunk, or at least he didn't feel drunk, but he'd gotten completely sloshed in enough shitty bars to notice the flush slowly creeping across his cheeks. Everything seemed just a little blurry at the edges and the awful jokes Brutter was telling seemed funny precisely because they weren't very funny. On second thought, he was totally drunk. He sprawled back against the seating, close to Brutter, and as they shifted his side pressed against Brutter's, a long warm strip over his body. He dimly settled closer, lying half-against Brutter's bulky body, only half-surprised when Brutter cheerfully slung his arm over his shoulder, pulling him closer as he kept talking, going on about his Lurker friends in the caves. Brutter's fur was shaggy and surprisingly soft against his hand, and it was hard to resist rubbing against him just to feel it scruff against his palm. It got Brutter's attention, cutting him off in the middle of a particularly unintelligible line about Lurker explosives or perhaps music. He looked down at Jak, splayed out against his side, hands deep in the shaggy fur tufting out from his calves. "" Jak shrugged, rolling his shoulders against the lumpy pillows beneath him, pushing himself slightly away from Brutter. "Sorry, you're all soft and fuzzy; wasn't expecting..." he said, trailing off. Brutter laughed, loud and boisterous. "Ah, yes, but human friend is also very fuzzy!" He reached out and rubbed one of his huge hands through Jak's mop of hair, entirely accidentally knocking his goggles off. Jak struggled and cursed, more for show than anything else as Brutter kept carding his fingers through his hair, and slowly settled down again next to him, sliding a hand all the way up Brutter's side, leaving his fur spiky and sticking up in its wake. He reached for Brutter's head, his hair hair pushed forward in a vaguely foppish imitation of a human hairstyle. it was lightly oiled with something; when Jak swept his fingers through it it spiked out in all directions, looking like a bird's nest on his head. Jak laughed lowly, petting Brutter's head and shoulders like he was a particularly huge pet, and Brutter responded in kind, digging through Jak's hair, kneading the skin underneath in rhythmic motions, claws scraping lightly down the back of his neck. There was a moment when in went from simply horsing around to something a lot more intimate, and Jak foggily felt it come and then go, arching into Brutter's touch, his hands pushing up under Brutter's threadbare suit coat, carding through the shaggy fur on his chest. The heat of another person, the rhythmic motions of Brutter's hands... Jak felt himself getting hard in his pants as he stroked Brutter's chest, Brutter himself reaching down the back of his shirt. Jak shifted, settling back against the pillows to try and hide his erection, and Brutter pushed forward, half-burying Jak with his body. Abruptly Jak could feel Brutter's cock, wetly hot against his leg, and he arched up against Brutter, only half-stifling a moan as Brutter groped his ass, reaching up along his back, the movement pulling his pants taut, the bulge of his cock extremely obvious pushed up against Brutter's thigh. [...] Brutter's fur was surprisingly soft sliding across his chest. Jak curled his toes and let out a long, low groan, only realizing as he was doing it that if they were trying to be subtle at all that wasn't a good idea. He lolled back, boneless, a loose smile on his face, and Brutter grinned down at him. Then Daxter poked his head over Brutter's shoulder and his eyes got really wide. "Uh, Jak," he started, and then just stopped and gaped like he didn't know what to say. "Don't freak out," Jak said, voice lazy, and he heard the [Sandover??? w/e the town in the first game was called] twang in his voice came back full force, then patted the pillows next to him. "C'mere." Daxter looked at Brutter, and then looked across Brutter's body, from his shaggy, wide shoulders down to the narrow line of his waist, and then to the fraction of space between the two. "I, uh," Jak started, aware he was flushed and about to start rambling but not really caring. "I really like you, Dax. For... for a long time, but..." and he swallowed. "But nothing changed after you got all orange and fuzzy." He looked sidelong at Brutter, who was still eagerly pressed against Jak but now looked a little chagrined. "Nothing at all, y'hear?" Daxter shuffled forward. "Jak, you uh, kinda sound like you want to..." he said, starting to trail off, and Jak interrupted before he could start a full-blown awkward pause. "Dax, I thought you were cute when we were kids, and... [etc etc i want to have sex w/ you and i actually think you're kind of hot now okay???]" "Leave your weird fetishes out of this," Daxter said, but he was teasing him, so that meant everything was okay. [...] Daxter's dick was about as big as Jak's pinky finger, which he figured proportionally made it pretty huge, but it was still a little awkward to touch it without just plain bowling Daxter over. [...] Brutter's cock jutted out from his sheath, red-brown and visibly throbbing as it pushed out further. Fuck, if Daxter was big proportionally, Brutter was just big, so thick that it hurt to think about putting it anywhere, and more and more slowly spilled out from his sheath, already longer than Jak's cock. Hell, unless it stopped soon it was gonna turn out Brutter's cock was bigger than Daxter. It didn't stop. Jak stroked his palms along the firm, rubbery surface of Brutter's cock, smooth with pebbly bumps. Brutter shuddered at his touch, his cock dripping precome in thick, heavy lines, smearing all across Jak's hands and dripping down across his stomach. Brutter made some inarticulate growling, snuffling noises from deep in his chest [...] Brutter's cock was... imposing. It was huge and dripping a more than copious amount of orange-tinted precome, entirely coating his cock. Jak surprised himself by shifting closer, pressing himself against Brutter's front, the thick precome pressing against his stomach with a wet slap and stretching out into a fan of oozing tendrils as Jak shifted, grinding his cock against Brutter's much-larger... thing. It had ridges and stubby barbs and strange bulging folds near the base. Jak didn't know what he'd been expecting, really. Something more like Daxter's, just thick and smooth and tapering. But this was what he got. He reached out and cupped his hand around it — it was too thick to clasp with one hand — and it noticeably pulsed at his touch. The thick coating of precome instantly covered his hand, oozing between his fingers and flowing over the back of his hand. He tried stroking, and the oozing precome gathered up in huge piles along the crest of his hand and splattered down across his chest. Jak resisted the urge to shudder. There was just so much of it, and between the chemical-orange tint to it and the sheer amount it was hard to get enthused about being covered in glopping slime. Hell, even if he was with a guy that came this much... there was just nothing hot about that much come. It was gross and sticky between his fingers, unexpectedly hot when it poured from his coated hand and over his stomach, slopping over his thighs. Jak clenched Brutter's dick harder, reaching for the actual cock beneath all the slime, and Brutter grunted and thrust up, bashing Jak's hand down against the matted fur at the base of his cock, where the flesh of it emerged from a ring-like opening above his balls. The fur all across Brutter's thighs and legs was already matted down, streaked with his precome, and as Jak started stroking his cock the rate just increased, pouring out over their bodies like— like nothing he'd ever encountered before in his entire life, actually. He had to use both hands to stroke Brutter, which meant both hands getting coated to the elbow with his slimy precome, but the way things were going Jak wasn't expecting to get out of this without getting his entire body covered. Brutter grunted and growled, stretching his legs back to push forward against Jak as he stroked him, the slime actually spurting from his cock [... uh something happens and we focus on daxter for a while i guess??? ] "You really okay with it?" Jak asked, looking at the tight little ring of muscle under Daxter's tail. "Just push it in, okay?!" Daxter practically yelled, and he had that tone in his voice, the one where if Jak didn't stop he was gonna get up and punch him. His entire hand was sloppy with Brutter's precome, thick and hot and heavy, and Jak gingerly pushed his pinky finger against Daxter's asshole. Daxter huffed in surprise, straining and grunting as Jak pushed slightly against him, Daxter pushing back twice as hard against Jak's finger. He had to admit he was surprised when his finger actually started to push inside. Daxter was making little high-pitched whines, unmistakably sounds of pain, but he kept pushing back, taking the first joint of his finger inside him. "You don't have to..." Jak started, and Daxter actually hissed at him, just a high animal growl, and Jak hastily cut himself off. "Okay okay, just, be careful okay, I really don't want to hurt you." [...] Jak licked up and down Daxter's cock, the pink, tapering muscle twitching and dripping precome, so much it put Jak to shame. But given Butter, really, that just made him the odd one out, with his small and tidy orgasms. Daxter's paws clutched at his ears, then his nose, unable to find a good handhold as he thrust into Jak's mouth, his cock slipping back and forth past Jak's lips, leaving a trail of precome behind with each thrust. Jak swallowed, rubbing his tongue against the underside of Daxter's cock, and in response Daxter moaned and sprayed the inside of his mouth with a potent blast of precome, enough he had to swallow again. Daxter's hands fluttered across his cheeks as he thrust harder and harder, his breath audible as high-pitched pants, and then with a gasp and a moan he actually came, coming in heavy spurts across Jak's tongue. He kept thrusting, rolling his cock along Jak's tongue [... BACK TO BRUTTER] Brutter rutted against him, his precome spurting across Jak's chest in arcs, coating him in the gritty slime. It splattered over his skin in crackling splats, drooling down his chest and stomach, oozing over his thighs to draw out in long tendrils that jiggled and shook wildly before finally snapping and hitting the floor with a smack. Jak figured he might as well sit back and enjoy it. Brutter's cock was massive, the fat, pointy tip flared almost to the size of his palm, and the shaft, coated in a constant flood of precome, bulged out in a series of lumpy ridges, the weird pebbly skin becoming thicker and rough around them, and the fleshy barbs near the base had swollen into thick, bloated spikes, finger-sized. Brutter fucked his cock along the sloppy, slime-covered channel of Jak's inner thigh, the gritty precome disgustingly slick and abrasive at the same time. Brutter growled, pulling back, precome stretching between them not so much in lines as in sheets, forming a viscous film between them, frothy bubbles sheeting across the surfaces and collecting at the intersections of the planes. Brutter was panting, his long tongue lolling out of his mouth, and as he jerked Jak closer to him he lapped across his face and chest, smearing drool any precome across his face. Jak sighed and didn't even bother to pull back as Brutter slobbered across the side of his face, his massive hands tightening across his waist. [look okey we get it] Brutter's cockhead pushed against Jak's asshole. It was immensely hot, thick and slimy and still spurting precome, already running in thick globs down the crack of his ass as they slowly shifted their bodies together. Brutter pulled him down, Jak spreading his legs further around his trim hips, and just a sudden jolt that left him breathless Brutter jerked forward and shoved the tip of his cock into him. His ass spasmed, clenching over and over around Brutter's cockhead as Jak slowly ground himself down, the fat head sending a sharp shock of pain up his spine, but he kept going, slimy precome already sloshing inside his ass, easing the way ever-so-slightly as Brutter slowly pulled him lower, practically impaling him on the huge spike of his cock. His cockhead finally lurched inside with an obscene squelch, the fat prongs of the head digging against Jak's ass, and his entire cock pulsed and swelled thicker, so much liquid flooding into his ass that if he hadn't seen just how much precome Brutter made he would've thought he just came. But Brutter just groaned, jaw hanging open, tongue lolling out as he pissed out precome into him, lewd slopping sounds coming with each slight thrust, orange ooze drooling over Jak's ass and thighs as Brutter fucked the tip of his cock back and forth over his asshole, jerking in and then drawing out with a wet squelch and a flood of fluid, the pronged crest of his cock digging against the inside of his asshole with each thrust. Jak groaned, pressing himself down against Brutter's cock, sending more of the wrist-thick length into his aching ass, already feeling broken open. He eased himself forward, bracing himself against Brutter's shaggy shoulders as he started rutting up into him, the wet slap slap slap noise equal parts embarrassing and hot. Daxter was watching them with wide eyes, his cock sticking straight out from his lithe body, dripping crystal-clear precome like a faucet. Jak sure picked them; proportionally Brutter's cock wasn't that much bigger than Daxter's, and judging by the amount of precome he was oozing they'd be matched for copiousness, too. Jak leaned against Brutter's shoulders, wrapping his arms around his neck as Brutter thrust into him hard, what felt like a foot of cock slamming into him, and Jak just braced himself and let out a low hiss of pain, still painfully hard against Brutter's chest fur. Jak gestured at Daxter, calling him over, and as if on unsteady legs Daxter rose up, cock leading the way as he climbed over the pillows to where they were fucking, Jak's entire body bouncing up with each of Brutter's thrusts, the pebbled skin of his shaft making the loose seal of his ass even looser, lewd wet slurps coming with each thrust nad withdrawl, his ass stuffed full of so much precome he swore he was sloshing with each thrust. "Come on up," Jak said to Daxter, "Let me suck your cock," he continued, when that didn't seem persuasive enough. Daxter looked at him, then over to Brutter's huge shoulders, shaggy fur starting to mat down as Brutter kept fucking him, sweat and drool splattered across Jak's chest. "Little orangey warrior," Brutter said, his voice crooning as he slammed Jak down onto his cock, "Join with us!" Jak could see the flush creep along Daxter's skin, under his fur.