Interspecies Cooperation
Jak brought up his multigun just in time to catch the jaws of one of the Metal Heads. It slammed down on top of him, sending him rolling onto his back. It was heavy, and its slavering teeth were just an inch from his face. They dug into the metal of the gun, grinding deeper, and thick black drool dripped out its mouth, splattering against Jak's chest.
Jak growled right back and shoved it up, away. Another one got close and he kicked it away, connecting with the grey metal armor across its shoulders. He raised his gun, only noticing just before he pulled the trigger that the barrel was warped and twisted by the jaws of the Metal Head. Fuck.
The three Metal Heads rallied and slowly surrounded him, pushing him back against the wall. Jak held the gun in front of him like a bludgeon.
"So fucking dumb," he said, mostly to himself, just before two of them leaped at him. He smashed one aside, tangling with the other as they rolled around the floor, his gun braced against the Metal Head's neck, pushing its snapping teeth back. He curled his legs up, planting his feet against its underbelly before shoving it away, the Metal Head tearing a long stripe down his side as he flung it away.
Jak pounced after it, pinning it down with his entire weight. It snarled and snapped at him, but he kept out of range. "Hey," Jak said, to the other two Metal Heads. "Hey!" he repeated, when they didn't respond, and raised his gun over the skull gem of the fallen one.
Back at the fortress he'd seen the Krimson Guard talking to the Metal Heads -- the Metal Heads hadn't talked back, but it had sure looked like they had understood.
"You things can understand me when I fucking talk, right?" He said. The Metal Head beneath him snapped at him again and Jak resisted the urge to just bash its head in. But the other two, including the huge hulking one, stopped their slow pace towards him and cocked their heads.
"Well?!" Jak said, and finally the big one nodded slowly, never taking even one of its four eyes off him.
"Look," Jak said. "I don't care why you're down here, invading the city, building up an army, what-the-fuck-ever." Even the Metal Head beneath him was just looking up at him, its teeth still bared but no longer trying to bite off his fingers. It didn't make him feel any safer. "I'm just here to smash up those fuckin' sentry turrets; I don't care about anything else.
"So can I just go without a big fight or do I actually have to bash all of your heads in before I go, because I'd rather not." It was kind of a bluff, already he was scraped and scratched all over; he could probably take on all three but it was risking it. But hopefully they were smart enough to see it was risky for them too.
The Metal Head beneath him moved, trying to get its feet -- paws? hands? --back underneath it. Jak shifted his weight and it froze, looking up at him with its creepy yellow eyes. "I won't let you up until I know you're not gonna go for my throat when when I do," he said down at it, and it looked right back at him and rolled its eyes.
"So, come on," Jak said, looking up a the other two, which were uncomfortably close already. "I get off and you don't try to kill me and I smash up the rest of those turrets and we all live happily ever after without any murder."
Maybe he was just completely off his base; for all he knew the Metal Heads were just waiting for him to kill the one he had trapped so they could kill him and then eat them both. But slowly the huge one -- Jak thought of it as the leader, even though he had no clue -- nodded, still tensed ready to spring. The other one slouched back, but when Jak stared at it, it nodded too.
"You too?" he said, looking down at the one he was sitting astride. It growled at him, baring its teeth, but nodded too. "Okay," Jak said, and fuck. If he got off and they all proceeded to kill and eat him, well, that was what he got for trying to trust Metal Heads. But there hadn't been much point to this entire exchange if he was just gonna try and kill them now, either.
He shoved off, darting backwards towards the deeper sewer, and watched as the Metal Head slowly got to its feet. It growled at him again, but didn't make any move towards him.
"Okay," Jak said. "Nice doing business with you." He slowly edged backwards, towards the steady sound of turret fire, keeping an eye on the group of Metal Heads. So, great, now he had a bunch of Metal Heads behind him. Somehow this plan wasn't as great as it had seemed in the middle of the fight.
The turret went down with a bunch of smashing and kicking, and finally just tearing the shell off and stuffing some of his now-unusable blaster ammo up inside the firing mechanism. He dove for cover; the turret made a sad clicking noise and then exploded. Great. Three more to go, and his gun was still totally broken.
He looked deeper into the sewers and then back, and jerked in surprise when he found the three Metal Heads on the other end of the corridor, staring at him. He waved. Whatever. They could follow him if they wanted.
He had to pull the same trick with the second turret, but it went quicker this time. Rip back the junky casing, wait until it shot again, and then shove something explosive into the firing mechanism and run.
This time when he turned around the Metal Heads were right behind him, and he almost jumped backwards off the ledge into the sewer water. "Why are you following me?!" he said, holding his gun like a bludgeon. He guessed they couldn't answer him. But they kept tightly behind him, just a few pace behind him. Way closer than he could've liked.
Jak moved up in the sewers, into a set of dismal little overflow rooms, the high-water mark etched on the ceiling.
All three of them pounced at the same time, and he skidded across the floor and slammed into the wall, scraping a long friction burn across his left arm in the process. The huge one climbed on top of him, pinning his arms and legs to the ground and baring its teeth, hissing and growling. Jak jerked back, or tried to, and it didn't budge.
He felt himself become afraid. Or, he felt his body respond to having a gigantic fucking Metal Head on top of him. His eyes dilated in the darkness of the room. Time seemed to get very slow, and his heart rate sped up, adrenaline flooding his body. "Fuck," he said.
It made no move to tip out his throat, even though it clearly could. "Look, if you're gonna kill me just get it over with," he said.
It growled and bared its teeth, dark drool dripping past its lips and splattering against Jak's neck. It lowered its head, until its gigantic cutting teeth were right up against his neck, its lower tusks digging into his skin. Its mandibles clattered against his skin, pinching him. He closed his eyes, twisting his head so he didn't have to look at it when it finally bit down.
It nipped at his chin and stepped off him. Jak lay sprawled out for a long second before he looked. They were still right in front of him, but...
He staggered to his feet, heard pounding in his chest. He slumped back against the wall, limbs trembling. His heart was pounding; he could feel each rapid thud through his entire body. "Fucking hell," he said, breathing hard. "Fuck."
"Was that really fucking necessary?!" he yelled, the slightest bit of that terror coming off him. "Fucking hell," he repeated, his breath still coming in sharp pants.
The Metal Heads looked at him. He had no fucking clue what they were thinking.
"What was that for?!" he said, and the huge Metal Head walked up to him on all fours and butted its head against his thigh. Jak collapsed, less because he couldn't stand and more because there didn't seem to be much reason to stand up.
He sat there, face to face with the Metal Head. And. He was still mainly looking at its teeth, a deep maw of gigantic triangular incisors, but now that it seemed somewhat possible it wasn't going to kill him... Metal Heads sure looked weird, he thought. A lizardlike muzzle, something that might have been a beak if it wasn't for a slavering fangs. Their skin wasn't just flat black like it looked when you weren't sitting directly in front of one. He was not comfortable being close enough to a Metal Head to note that its hide was actually a very dark blue-green, with mottled brown spots across its shoulders and back. And somehow, most freaky even though he knew it already, was that the metallic armored plates across its head and shoulders... well, they were definitely metal, but they were also growing out of it, smoothly pushing out along its shoulder blades. Its skin was just slightly dimpled upwards, raised around the ridge of the metal pushing out of it.
It sat back on its haunches and raised its front legs -- or its arms; it freaked him out that they could so easily go from walking on all fours to walking on their feet -- and grabbed his shoulders, slowly pushing him back until it was pinning him again, its weight four heavy points on his shoulders and knees.
"Yeah?" Jak said, mouth dry, still staring at its teeth. It tilted its head, looking at him with all four eyes. Its skull gem shone out bright, the scintillating arcs of electricity inside it bright enough cover its face in flickering yellow light.
And then it lurched downward, its weight settling all across his body, and Jak's eyes went wide. Hell, the only thing that was different from it just trying to kill it, was, well. It was huge and heavy on top of him, its teeth way too close to his neck for comfort, but he could really distinctly feel the length of its cock, disturbingly huge, pressed up against him, spanning from his waist halfway up his chest, the tip sliding wet and hot against his stomach. He could feel it twitch and lurch, becoming harder between them.
"Holy shit," Jak squeaked.
The Metal Head growled, and it -- he -- slid his cock forward, something wet and thick spurting from the tip and smearing between them, very slightly viscous and sticky. It felt disturbingly similar to being covered in blood.
Jak hyperventilated. This had not been within his list of things thought possible when he woke up this morning, but now it was barely the afternoon and he had a horny Metal Head grinding against him. The Metal Head rubbed up against him, his lashing tail making a steady thump thump thump as it lashed back and forth, the tip slamming into the ground around them.
Jak ground right back. His arms were mostly pinned but he could still grab at the Metal Head's front limb and pull him down. Jak arched his hips up, grinding his flaccid cock against the Metal Head's huge length.
He wasn't prepared for the first gush of what was probably precome, spraying out all across his front and soaking into his clothes. It was pungent, an increased version of the oil-rust-and-animal smell of the Metal Heads, and Jak blanched and pulled back as it poured over him, smearing across the inside of his clothes.
"Fuck," he said, "Hold on." The Metal Head stepped back, giving him enough space to sit up, and -- the other two Metal Heads were staring at them, their skull gems flickering, their yellow eyes staring at them. And they both had huge cocks too, erect and dripping onto the filthy floor, thick streams of precome puddling beneath them. It looked like gasoline in water, grey-black and with an iridescent sheen. Jak swallowed uneasily.
Jak unfastened his shoulder armor, inwardly really glad he'd asked Daxter to stay at the hideout. It clattered to the ground and Jak was already tugging at his shirt, unfastening the heavy channeling ring across his chest and placing it on the ground, then finally stripping off his already-soaked shirt and tossing it to the side.
He started tugging at his belt, but the Metal Heads apparently thought that was naked enough for now; they circled around him, closing the distance. One pushed up behind him, his cock spurting precome through his hair, matting it into clumps. He rocked against the back of Jak's head, pushing him forward, and getting the idea Jak knelt forward, going down on all fours as the second Metal Head stepped forward, his cock spurting precome across Jak's arms as it reared up, clasping his stubby hand-paws around Jak's head as he thrust his cock forward.
The huge one stepped back, evidently content for now to watch, and given the size of his cock -- as big as Jak's arm, almost -- he was entirely okay with that.
He didn't get a good look at the Metal Head's cock before he shoved it across his face, but just the feel of it was more than enough. It slapped across his face and jaw and neck, dribbling and spurting as the Metal Head pulled back to thrust forward again, smacking Jak across the face with his cock, leaving it smeared with the gasoline-slick precome, more falling down to the ground in heavy drops. Jak worked his belt faster, flipping it open finally, and immediately two paws fastened around his waist. His taloned hand-paws clasped around the rim of his belt and he pulled down, leaving long red scratches across Jak's sides as he drew his pants down.
The Metal Head in front of him shifted his weight, his huge lizardlike hind legs scuffing across the dirty floor as he worked his hips back and forth, pressing Jak's face up against the very base of his stomach, where his cock vanished up into a thick leathery sheath. His balls hung below, ridiculously over-sized, each one the size of one of Jak's fists. He pulled back, humping Jak's face, dragging the length of his cock along the side of Jak's face, over his ear, and making no move to thrust it into his mouth just yet.
His precome dripped and drooled across his cheek, the fluid a cloudy black with a gasoline sheen. It rolled heavily over his skin and left a slick trail behind. The Metal Head jerked his hips back, thrusting rapidly, fucking his cock along the side of Jak's face, and the spurts of precome became thicker, heavier bursts, coating his neck and shoulder, spraying all the way up over his back.
Jak wondered if he was waiting for him to actually beg to suck his cock. The smell of it was in the air, the same as the stench of Metal Heads, something biological and metallic at once, sweat and hot metal, like the tang of rust in the back of his sinuses.
The Metal Head behind him snapped, his teeth catching the waistband of his underwear and tearing them off, baring his ass and finally letting his cock spring out, so hard now it ached. The Metal Head's cock smacked down against his body, spanning from the swell of his ass up along his back, dripping and spurting all across his body as the Metal Head thrust against him, his huge, swollen balls rolling across Jak's ass.
Jak moaned, mouth open wide to lick across the very base of the cock in his face, across the dark, leathery sheath. The Metal Heads surrounding him growled and panted, dissonant animal sounds as they bucked and thrust against him, both of them apparently content to drag their cocks across his body, making absolutely no move to shove them inside him.
"Fuck me, already!" Jak finally yelled, stroking the cock in his face as he ground back against the cock behind him. "Stop fucking teasing!"
The Metal Heads snickered, a harsh braying laugh, and then as if they had coordinated it they both pulled back and slammed forward, the one in front shoving his cock to the back of Jak's mouth in a single brutal thrust, while the one behind him slammed his cockhead against Jak's bare ass and pushed, paws braced against Jak's back and tearing long scratches across his skin. It sunk into him slowly, thick and hard like a metal bar. Jak groaned, voice muffled by the thick cock in his mouth, and then muffled even further as the blunt tip shoved down his throat. He swallowed and swallowed, working his muscles around the huge shaft. The Metal Head's precome drooled down his throat, heavy and tasteless, and for the first time Jak wondered if the oil-and-gas liquid was going to be bad for him. Couldn't be good, that's for sure.
The Metal Head thrust deeper into his mouth, his cock stretching Jak's lips wide as he gulped and swallowed. The Metal Head pressed one of his paw-hands against the back of his head, pushing him down the cock until his nose flattened against the underside of his stomach, his massive balls spread over his chin and hanging down against his neck. The Metal Head ground against him, his cock jerking to the side and pressing hard against the side of his throat. Jak gagged, choking and coughing as much as he could with the massive thing shoved down his throat, and the Metal Head pulled back. His shaft emerged shiny and dripping with spit and precome, dark shining drool slurping from Jak's mouth as he coughed wetly.
The Metal Head pulled back, easing up on his hold on Jak's head, letting him gasp and breathe for a moment until he returned to slurping on his cock, licking the shaft up and down, letting his free-flowing precome spurt and smear all over his face. Then he tightened his hold, hands clenched on the back of Jak's head as he really started thrusting, gagging him repeatedly. His balls slapped against Jak's face, heavy and soaking with drool and precome, starting up a steady wet smacking sound as he fucked Jak's face with half his cock in each rapid thrust.
The two Metal Heads fucking him slammed back and forth, fucking him with no coordination or synchronization, just jerking his body back and forth, slamming their dicks into him over and over again. Jak probably shouldn't have been so turned on by it.
The Metal Head behind him growled and roared, hilting his cock with a wet smack. It felt like someone turned on a hose in his guts; the flood of come into him sprayed against his insides, filling him up in just a few short bursts, and he kept coming. The Metal Head fucked him with sharp, short thrusts, his paw-hands wrapped tight around Jak's waist, each thrust digging another overlapping line of scratches over his waist and hips. His come overflowed out of Jak, spurting and dribbling down the dark, thick shaft, spilling across Jak's ass. The Metal Head kept thrusting, hard and fast, each jolt making a loud wet slopping noise as come flooded out of him.
The Metal Head finally pulled out, more come -- shiny and silver, like mercury -- dripping and dribbling out his ass. The Metal Head fucking his mouth pulled back, his cock sliding out of Jak's throat. He made a questioning sound, a drawn out "aroo?" noise as he settled back, drawing his sloppy cock out of Jak's mouth entirely. It was shining, covered in a sheen like gasoline floating in water, as in the dim light Jak could see his own spit and saliva had the same sheen, dropping over his matted goatee.
Jak braced his hands against the grated floor as the Metal Head walked behind him, his rough, chitinous thighs scraping against his sides. He tugged Jak's ass up, rubbing his cock along the messy furrow of his ass crack, before shoving himself in to the hilt. He mounted Jak easily, jerking back and slamming his entire length inside. A wet gush of quicksilver come spurted out of his ass around the shaft, dripping down his body. He leaned over Jak, growling in his ear, nipping at the tips as he started to fuck, wet slaps sounding through the room as he fucked out more come, slopping in heavy lines between their bodies.
Jak grit his teeth as the second Metal Head started thrusting hard into him. His claws dug deeper into his sides, pinpricks of pain turning into ragged gashes, and his blood rolled over his sides, warm and wet, dripping down into the silvery mess beneath him.
Jak lay there, his ass up in the air, taking the immense Metal Head cock. He ached; he could feel his heartbeat in the angry throb of his worked-over ass, and each rough thrust into him slammed the flat tip of the Metal Head's cock somewhere deep inside him.
The third one -- the biggest, the leader, the one that had started it all and hung back so far -- approached him on two legs, his cock seeming all the more gigantic when it stood out straight instead of tight under his stomach on all fours. It was entirely coated in precome, the black skin covered in an iridescent rainbow sheen, oily and thick, rippling as his precome streamed down the tip.
The Metal Head didn't have to say anything, not that he could. Jak opened wide, tongue out. He rocked forward with each thrust into him, trying to close the distance between them, but the Metal Head kept the dripping tip of his cock fractionally out of reach. Jak panted, his breath rasping harshly through his throat, eyes focused on the immense length in front of him.
"Fuck you," he panted. "You get off on standing there?" The Metal Head didn't respond, just slowly stroked his cock, a thick river of precome dripping down his shaft, flowing around the thicker clotted globs of fluid sluggishly rolling down its sides, clinging in short spikes from the underside. Jak groaned. "Fuck you," he said again, but it was more of a plead. "Come on!"
That was apparently enough; the Metal Head stepped a single pace forward, and Jak jolted forward with the next hard thrust, his face sliding against the Metal Head's cock, the heavy shaft skewing off and streaking wetness across the side of his face. He opened wide, slurping as he plunged the flat cockhead into his mouth, lapping at it with each thrust forward, spit streaking down the shaft and dripping from his mouth as he messily sucked on it.
The Metal Head stepped forward again, shoving more of his shaft into Jak's mouth, and he bobbed back and forth on the first few inches, keeping his mouth wide open so he wouldn't scrape it with his teeth when the Metal Head fucking him erratically shoved him forward.
The slices across his sides were bleeding sluggishly now, red blood slowly rolling over his sides and dripping down beneath him. It hurt, but it wasn't much in the grand scheme of things. His cock was half-hard; between the bizarre cocks, the pain, and the bizarre metal-and-rot smell of the Metal Heads -- and the pungent aroma of the sewer all around him -- he got the feeling his body wasn't sure what to make of things.
He slurped and gagged on the cock in front of him, and the Metal Head behind him jerked and thrust forward sharply, an equally huge load spraying into him and overflowing even sooner, shiny metal come spurting out of him as he kept fucking, slamming his cock in deeper. Come sprayed inside him, sloshing and gurgling as it pushed up into his guts. The Metal Head kept coming, pressing hard against him, come slopping wetly down their legs as he kept thrusting. His tail made a steady bam-bam-bam noise, thrashing wildly as he came.
Jak collapsed, breathing hard as the second Metal Head finally pulled away from his ass, come flooding out of him in thick, viscous lines. His ass and lower back were splattered in it, and more poured down his legs, curling around his sides to run down the length of his cock. His arms and legs trembled with the effort of staying upright, and he slowly lifted to one side and settled to the ground, groaning. He felt shaky, body overwhelmed, the high from adrenaline and endorphins ebbing.
The third Metal Head, the leader, the big one, stepped over him. Jak moaned. His bones ached, but the press of his cock against his back still drew out his desire. It was heavy, thick, hot, wet. He could feel the Metal Head's pulse through the rapid throbbing of his cock, and he was leaking precome like a burst pipe, hot wet splatters of the chemical-sheen liquid spurting across his body, coating his scratches and making them burn.
"Fuck me," Jak mumbled, face pillowed in his arms. He couldn't even summon up the energy to lift himself up. He rocked his body back and forth, rolling over onto his back on the second try. He lay there bonelessly, the Metal Head pressed against his front, his huge cock dripping and spurting across Jak's stomach.
The Metal Head grabbed Jak's knees, his stubby paws still huge enough to wrap all the way around, and lifted Jak's legs up into the air, slotting the tip of his cock up against Jak's wide-open ass. He shoved in to the very base in a single thrust, and after being fucked wide open the arm-sized cock pummeling into him didn't even feel rough. The Metal Head slammed against something inside him with each thrust, something that sent heady, dizzying waves of pleasure through his entire body, up along his spine and spreading in his bones. He thrust hard, violently, scraping Jak across the floor, leaving a wet smeared track of blood and come behind them.
Jak let his eyes flutter shut; he wasn't fucking so much as getting fucked, and the Metal Head had things well in hand. Jak felt overwhelmed, the feeling of the Metal Head's cock slamming into him flooding through his body. It overloaded his brain and reduced him to something that felt only in the moment, only in the constant stream of sensation pouring in from his entire body. He hurt all over, scraped and cut and bleeding, and all his cuts stung and ached and throbbed. Each time the Metal Head thrust into him he gasped, moaning and shuddering, his hands scraping along his soft-skinned, blue-grey underbelly, raking his body, and all he could do was hold on for as long as it lasted.
The Metal Head's head was an inch away from him, slavering and growling as he slammed into him, and Jak pushed himself up onto his elbows and kissed him, keeping his tongue far away from his sharp teeth. The Metal Head reared back, surprised, but then pushed forward, kissing back. His mandibles clacked and clattered before they clenched on the sides of Jak's face, pulling his head forward into the kiss. The thick lips of his squashed muzzle covered Jak's mouth. His tongue was long and coated in oily drool, like dark eco, and it licked into Jak's mouth. Jak moaned, lapping across the underside and sucking on it. A fraction of an inch away from him, he saw all four of the Metal Head's yellow eyes go wide as they rutted against each other inexpertly, moaning and panting and growling.
The Metal Head's huge lower tusks jolted up and scratched against his mouth with each thrust into him, puffs of breath escaping between the wet, slick, and increasingly bloody seal their mouths made. Neither of them lasted long.
They were loud, wet slurps and splats sounding with each thrust, and as the Metal Head sped up it became one long wet slapping noise, come from the Metal Heads who'd gone before spurting out across their bodies with each thrust. Jak groaned and jerked back, moaning and huffing against the Metal Head's body, grinding himself on top of the Metal Head's cock, shoved all the way inside him. It was thick, and inside him, moving and jerking in the way only something alive can, pulsing and shifting, skin slipping against skin.
The Metal Head came with a roar, spittle flecking across Jak's face. Quicksilver come slopped out of Jak's ass with each sharp, rolling thrust. Jak grabbed his own cock, half-hard and dripping precome, and tugged himself off in a second, not even fully hard, come spurting weakly over his fingers and dripping across his stomach. The Metal Head kept fucking his limp, boneless body, emptying himself into him, and it felt like he came forever, come lurching and burbling up his guts and slurping out his broken-open ass. He kept hunching forwards, fucking Jak in short, hard strokes, coming and coming until finally he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt and staying there, the final bursts of come pumping deeper into his guts.
They both lay there panting, the Metal Head's drool dripping down onto Jak's bare, sweaty, bloody chest.
Jak dimly heard one of the other Metal Heads move around, and then the sound of something scraping across the floor. He tiredly turned his head to watch as the Metal Head shoved a ubiquitous Krimzon Guard supply crate towards him, half nudging it with his nose and half shoving it forward with his hands.
The crate was in pretty bad shape when he finally pushed it up to Jak, and it practically collapsed when he reached out (having to half-shove the huge Metal Head off his arm) to open it. Jak almost laughed; it was one of the green eco healing devices, and as he touched it it sparked to life, vanishing in a flash as a rush of eco seeped up along his arm and through his body. He still was sore and aching, but a little less direly.
"Hey, get off," he said, nudging the Metal Head, and he tiredly dragged himself off Jak, his cock emerging with a long wet squelch, the come leaking out of his ass turning into a flood as he finally dragged the tip of his cock out, flared and spadelike.
Jak stumbled to his feet, wincing at the ache of his ass. The bleeding strips across his waist had scabbed over, thin red lines instead of the wide, ragged gashes, and Jak knew in time they'd heal practically invisibly. He didn't scar. Where he'd scraped his arm was a gross solid mass of scabs, and as he flexed his arm it flaked off onto the floor. He made a face.
It hurt to walk; he could only manage a shuffling stagger, and with each step more of the Metal Head's quicksilver come seeped from his ass and dripped down his legs. All he had were his clothes, in a lumpy heap beside him, and he couldn't possibly wipe himself down with those unless he wanted to feel even more gross afterwards.
He jerked in surprise as one of the Metal Heads butted up against the back of his legs, his tongue lapping across his inner thighs, licking up the thick stripes of come. "Holy shit," Jak muttered, staggering back, almost falling. He leaned up, against the wall, and the Metal Head dug into his ass, lapping across his aching, puffy hole as it licked up the streams of come all across ass and thighs, slowly sinking down to lick down his calves. The Metal Head drooled over his skin, mixing the silvery come with his dark drool, if anything adding to the mess as he lapped at Jak's asshole. But he drew back eventually, leaving Jak with streaks of drool and come all across his legs.
Jak staggered up again, the ache in his ass still shooting pain up his spine. They'd really worked him over. And he felt heavy, his gut filled up with their come, so much he could feel it shift and move inside him every time he stepped forward.
It was awkward getting back into his clothes; they were kind of filthy and he was covered in come and drool and he really, really needed a shower. His chest was streaked with dark lines of drool, and they seeped into his shirt as he pulled it on and fastened his ring on top.
"Well," he said, looking back at the three Metal Heads, all of which looked about as worn out as he felt. "I gotta blow up the rest of the turrets." Jak paused. "Uh."
The Metal Heads looked up at him, twelve eyes all staring at him.
"Look, so, if you wanna fuck me again," Jak started, awkwardly shifting his weight from side to side; each movement just reminded him of just how freshly-fucked he was. "Well, go ahead. Just, uh, stay out of the way if I've got a bunch of other people with me."
The Metal Heads rolled their eyes, almost but not quite in unison. Jak sighed. What did he really expect? The Metal Heads as a whole were still out to destroy the city; it wasn't like some inter-species fucking was going to change that.
"Bye," Jak finally said, and set out down the corridor at a slow limp. Next time he would definitely wait until after he'd done all the hard running-and-jumping parts before getting completely fucked.