Chapter 1) Closing Hours
The Naughty Ottsel
This story takes place after Jak3 and before JakX: Combat Racing, all characters are copyright of thier respective owners Mainly Naughty Dog Entertainment etc. You don't have to be 18 to read this story in particular... but I can't say that for the other chapters :D (No yiff in here but there will be in Ch. 2!)
Many thanks to DrakenWraithIII for helping me create / edit / plan this story!
It was dusk in Haven City, and Daxter and Tess were just getting ready to close up The Naughty Ottsel. The Naughty Ottsel was Daxter's bar, and he enjoyed all the attention one gets when he is the primary owner. Tess was a beautiful young blonde-haired, white chested Ottsel who loved Daxter and everything about him. No one seemed to notice that she was just a little smaller than the average three-foot tall Ottsel and she was fine with that. Tess was washing off some regular sized mugs as she listened to Daxter tell some bar regulars some over-exaguratted tale of how he defeated some metal-heads.
"So there I was, toe to toe with FIVE of the nastiest Metal Heads you ever saw! Slime oozing from monstrous jaws! Teeth sharper than daggers! Slowly, all TEN of 'em surround me. But do I surrender? No! I summon my highly trained killer instincts, and pounce! Hya! Chooy! Whaa! HAA! And when the dust cleared, there were TWENTY less Metal Heads in the world!" He jumps on the bar and acts out the scene, nearly spilling a few patron's drinks as he pounces towards Tess.
"Ooh Daxter, you're amazing!" Tess says as Daxter flashes her a wink and returns to act for the patrons.
"Woah, dude, thats like totally awesome!" Ximon says, "Remember way back when before you had this place, you totally took out those metal head bugs with my dad!"
Daxter turns to Ximon and asks, "So how is the old man anyway? I hope he got his shop back... its been a while since I stepped foot in that neighborhood."
Ximon nods a little and answers, "Ah, he's almost done rebuilding the ol' Critter Ridder building... he managed to somehow save Ol' Betsy from the garage in the back too! Though he says the explosion rattled a few screws loose..."
"Heh, yeah... explosion..." Daxter looks around the room like a child making up a lie as he remembers his rides on Ol' Betsy and the 'few' things he hit.
"Hey Daxter!" a famaliar voice yells out from the street. Daxter wheels around and faces the door, where jak and Kiera are suddenly standing, well almost standing. They were hunched over eachother and each had a bottle of "Kras City's Special Brew" in hand. "Look Kiera, I told you he'd be here at this time!"
Kiera giggles and both stumble across the bar and into some empty seats at the bar. "Aww... aren't the little ottsels cute? *hic*" She leans towards Tess and takes a half-washed ottsel-sized mug from her little hands. "Aww, poor things... *hic* You can't possibly get a good buzz from this size mug... can you?" She says as she leans in towards Tess.
Tess tries to hold back gagging because Kiera and Jak reek of alcohol, "Actually we can, and we can do many other things you humans can't do! Isn't that right my sweet little Daxter?" She moves over to Daxter, both to smother him with her love and to get away from the over-kill-smell of alcohol on Jak and Kiera. "Ottsels are very dexterous..." She hugs Daxter from behind, rubbing her face on the fur on his shoulder.
"Thats right!" Daxter points at Jak and Kiera. "Jak, you reek of cheep alcohol! Jak? JAAK!" he shouts, Jak zoned out for a moment and then turned to Daxter. "S-stop shouting...unnh you don't have to r-ruin our *hic* celebrations!" Jak stammered.
"Ximon would you please take Jak and Kiera back to the Gun Course? So Jak can practise fighting while under the influence." Tess pleaded, "Sure dude anything to get them out of here." Ximon replied.
"It's naughty to treat our guests like that especially beore closeing hours, and you know what happens to naughty ottsels like you don't you?" Daxter whispered to Tess while he grinned, "I think we might even have to closeup early tonight don't you?" he smiled and kissed her head softly.
As soon as it beacame dark, Daxter stood on the bar and yelled at the patrons, "LISTEN UP! We're closing now so finish your drinks and hand over the glasses! And be snappy!" The various people moaned and groaned and began to suffle one by one up to the counter, reluctlently handing over the empry mugs. Daxter made sure the store was empty before locking the doors and turning off the "Open" sign. He turned and walked back behind the bar and quickly rinsed the mugs. Tess picked up chairs and began sweeping the floor... muttering the occaisional "eww!" or "I don't even want to know.." before wiping it up with the broom.
"Tess dear, could you wipe down the tables? I need to go upstairs..." He asked, tring not to smile too widely as to not give away his surprise.
"Sure my little Daxipoo!" she says in a excited tone as she grabs the rag and poilsh, wiggling her tail happily knowing Daxter is probably looking.
He smiles as he watches her cute butt wiggle in her short jean-shorts "I wonder if i gave it away..." Daxter thinks to himself as he quickly climbs the stairs, "Oh well, she'll know sooner or later!" he grinned as he entered the upstairs bedroom. The room is very small and would have been fairly difficult to live in were in his human form, but as an Ottsel, it was more than enough. Daxter cocked his head a little and mumbles "Every night I walk in here and wonder just how the hell that butterball Krew fit in here to sleep... ah well... lets see..." he opened the bedroom closet and sifted through various belongings that he and Tess shared. He finally found the box he was looking for, it was unmarked, but Daxter knew exactly what was inside. He pulled the box out of the closet and set it at the foot of the bed and opened it. Inside there were various scented candles, massage oils, and a precursor melody player that he and Jak discovered way back when. He was pleased that there was a lighter in here this time, he grabbed that and the candles, setting them all around the room and in decorative places.
He lit each candle with care, he didn't want his fur or anything else in the room to catch fire. Daxter nearly jumped as he heard Tess drop a chair downstairs, he quickly shouted "You okay hun?" and heard Tess shout back "I'm fine!". Tess was nearly done and Daxter was in a rush to set the mood tonight. Finally, after the candles and the oils were set out, he surveyed the room, content. The soft sound of Tess footsteps were all that he was listening for now. Smiling to himself the Ottsel removed his fingerless gloves and goggles and put them on the bed-side dresser. Now only in his snazzy pants he hopped up on the bed and layed down on his side, resting his head on his hand and raising a leg as if to say "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.". Suddenly Daxter heard the sound he had been waiting for, Tess was coming up the stairs. As she opened the door Daxter idly circled his finger on his belly. She went wide-eyed at the scene and pounced onto Dax, knocking him further back on the bead so that she was on top of him now, "Oh Dax! Its lovely!" and kissed him passonetly. Dax was the first to start probing at her mouth with his tongue, and she gladly let him in to explore. Soon they found thier hands locked together and thier fingers interlaced with each other, Tess spread his arms out wide and pressed her body up against his.
To be continued!