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Title: Trend's Pets – Two Puppies and Two Kittens
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus
PJatO Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, of course. They are all copyright by the old Greeks. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Warnings: shounen-ai, moresome, shapeshifters, pets/slaves, BDSM, collar/leash, catboys/dogboys, mating, knotting, plugs, orgasm denial, humiliation, interspecies relationships, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, doubling, mpreg, shoujo-ai, hetero
Main Pairing: Trend/Derek/Sander/Donny/Sammy
Side Pairings: Marshall/Sara, Herc/Thea, Joe/Nico, Tom/Cal/Eli, Jason/Nico/Percy
Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Jason Grace
Own Characters: Samuel Elijah James Raser III, Hades Poseidon di Angelo, Chrysander Rodriguez, Trend Ignatius Austin, Derek Rhys, Sara Mers, Marshall Mikaelson, Theadora Tiphane McLean, Hercules Grace, Nicole Esperanza Zhang, Joanna Foxx
Next Generation: Tomazius Grace, Calogero di Angelo, Samuel Elijah James Raser IV
Summary: Trend's friends get him some pets. The two adorable, little puppies Sander and Donny, as well as the fierce kitten Sam. Things get weird when Trend comes home to find two dogboys and a catboy in his apartment. Things reach a new level of weird when he starts having sex with them...
Trend's Pets
Two Puppies and Two Kittens
Chapter 1: How Trend Got His Pets
Trend Austin was not known for his social skills. In fact, there were only six people he regularly had any contact with. And only two of them were from his own choosing.
His best friend, Marshall Mikaelson. And his foster sister Thea Chase. With those two came their respective partners – Marshall's girlfriend Sara and Thea's boyfriend Herc. There were his neighbors too, a sweet lesbian couple, but there were no more than short exchanges of pleasantries.
Having only such a small circle of social contacts however was what worried Marshall and Thea now. They kept nagging him about how he needed more friends, more contact and such.
"Can't you guys just leave me alone?", sighed Trend annoyed. "Out of my apartment. Now."
The two couples huffed surprised as they got thrown out so unceremoniously. Marshall shook his head slightly, disappointed that his best friend was so against everything. All they wanted was for Trend to be happy too. He was always the fifth wheel when they met up.
"You know what he needs?", huffed Sara as the four left the building. "A pet."
"A pet?", repeated Herc ridiculed. "I thought we wanted a girlfriend for him."
"And what better way to meet people than a cute, little puppy?", grinned Thea with a wink.
If only the two couples would have talked a little more than just that before separating and heading back to their own places. It would have saved Trend from quite a few headaches. But it would have also prevented Trend from meeting the most special beings he'd ever encounter...
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Sam was a pretty content tomcat. He had been living with Sara for years now and had started to look at her as a hyperactive little sister he had to protect. Every time she came home with a guy who was not good enough for her, that guy got a taste of Sam's claws. Life with Sara was good. Had been good. Until she started going serious with this guy called Marshall. She stayed away for dates and Sam didn't even have the chance to test his claws on the guy, because apparently Marshall was allergic to cats. Well, at least not until recently when Sara and Marshall had moved in together. Out of love. True love, as Sara liked to say it. And damn it all, even considering Marshall's allergy to cats and the fact that this guy was trying to steal Sam's Sara, Sam couldn't find it in himself to hate the big guy. Because regardless of his allergy, Marshall was actually pretty nice to Sam. And he treated Sara like a princess. Also, he had a Sander.
A Sander was something really awesome. Something to play with. Sam really liked the Sander, because it was cute and nice and hyperactive and mischievous. Sander was a Golden Retriever pup and he belonged to Marshall. Tragically enough, Sara was allergic to dogs.
So, basically, Sam and Sander had to endure Marshall's and Sara's coughing and wheezing all day long. It was driving the two pets completely insane. Of course now the two enjoyed whenever Marshall and Sara were outside on dates or out with friends.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy!", exclaimed the overly excited puppy, jumping around with a wagging tail. "Sammy, come and play with me! Please, play with me! I'm bored!"
The gorgeous, light-brown ragdoll tomcat lazily cracked one of his eyes open to stare down at the dark-furred Golden Retriever. Sam yawned widely and rolled onto his back, stretching slowly.
"I don't want to play, San", growled Sam irritated. "Come here and pat my belly."
Sander tilted his head at the demanding kitten and walked over to him, rubbing his nose against Sam's soft belly. "If I pat you, will you play with me then, Sammy? Please?"
Sam purred in reply, leaning into the caress as Sander rubbing his nose along the tomcat's frame. It had taken a few days to train the puppy, but by now Sam had taught Sander a few tricks about how to steal the bacon out of the fridge and how to properly pat a kitten. Very handy that puppy.
"Boys, we're back!", called Sara as the door opened.
Marshall was already wheezing just entering the apartment. Sam hastily jumped off the couch and rubbed himself against Sander in gratitude for the belly-patting. Together, they stared up to their humans. The two pets grew suspicious as their humans went down onto their knees in front of them.
"Sander", started Marshall softly, patting Sander's head. "I know someone who could use such a good, loyal friend like you, because he's very lonely. And... I love Sara very much, but we can't... continue all living here. So, what do you think about moving in with this friend of mine? He's a very good guy, you would have a great home there and I'd visit you at least once a week."
Sander's tail sank down between his legs as he stared up at Marshall in fear. His human wanted to give him away? What had he done wrong? Whining pitifully, he turned to bury his face in Sam's fur.
"Sam", whispered Sara, caressing her tomcat's head. "You know I love you, right? But I also love Marshall and we're engaged and we want to get married, but we can't keep living like this. And... And Trend is a great guy, really. I'm sure he'll take good care of both of you. You'd still get to stay together, right? I mean, you get along so well, you and Sander. You won't be alone there. A—And Trend is really nice. And I'll come visit. And I love you and..."
She sobbed slightly as she grabbed Sam and hugged him close. She loved that tomcat, for a long time, Sam had been her only family. But if she wanted to start a family, an own family, with the man she loved, the man who was allergic to Sam, then she needed to find a new place for Sam. Giving him away to a stranger was so out of question. He was her family, after all. And she knew that Marshall was going through something similar with Sander. So Trend, a shared, good friend they trusted, a friend who was lonely and could use such loyal company, he was a good choice. A good choice to take care of their beloved little friends.
/break\
Trend had a headache. A very, very bad headache. His dear, beloved friends had spend the whole day yesterday talking about how he needed to find a girlfriend, or at least some more friends in general, and how a pet would be a good start. Trend did not need something as irritable as a pet to shed hair all over his place. He also did not need something as irritable as a girlfriend.
His headache got worse when he opened the door that morning, the mug of coffee in one hand. Something wet was pressed against his cheek and then something licked square over his face and yelped right into his ear in a high-pitched voice. This day promised to suck.
"Good morning, brother!", chimed Thea happily. "The Graces' dogs had puppies a while back and Herc's big sister got one and so did the Stolls for their little twin boys, but there are still puppies left, so I took little Donny for you. Donny, this is Trend. Trend, meet your new guard-dog Donny."
Donny was... not a dog. Trend knew what dogs looked like. Strong, proud, protective. Donny was a ball of black, curly-furred fluff, with pointy, floppy ears and the largest, brightest sea-green eyes possible. If a dictionary was to properly explain the term 'adorable', there ought to be a picture of this tiny, little creature. Truth be told, Trend had already contemplated getting a dog. A sharp German Shepard perhaps, or maybe a clever dalmatian, or a cunning doberman, but certainly not something so... cute and harmless. This was not in his definition of 'dog'.
"I don't want it. Bring it back to your parents", declared Trend stubbornly, glaring at the puppy.
He would not have thought it possible, but those large eyes turned even wider, the ears hanging lower and a whine escaping its little snout. Tiny paws stretched out to pat Trend's chest and damn it all, this stupid little thing made it look as though Trend had just sentenced it to death.
"Tell it to stop looking at me like that", grunted Trend annoyed, taking a step back.
"His name is Donny", stated Herc equally annoyed, entering the apartment. "And I will not return him. He is staying right here and you will keep him. Mom said that dad only gets to keep Percy and Nico, with all the pups running around, they'd go insane. Percy is already hyperactive enough as it is, the pups are just too much. And we want them to find good homes. So you'll keep him."
Thea put Donny down and patted his head in an encouraging manner while Herc closed the door. Donny stared curiously at her. He liked her, she was nice and she had cuddled him on their drive. She had visited often before too, with his family's human's pup Herc. Was that what humans called them too? Pups? Donny wasn't sure, but his mom had said it was alright to call them that. He was really excited that he finally got his own human too, because he knew the blonde human he had stayed with before had been his parents' human. Bianca had been the first one of his siblings to get her own human, though the female had been another pup of their humans. Thalia. And Jack had been the second one, the neighbors had twins and had thought the twins could use a cute little puppy, so Jack got to play with Hunter and Hayden all day long now. Donny had seen them on the street, often. Jack looked really happy to have his own humans and Donny wanted that too. His very own human, who would cuddle him and praise him and love him. So he had been overjoyed when Herc and his mate had come to pick him up to bring him to someone 'nice who is going to love you and need a good, loyal friend'. But it didn't look like that human really wanted him, which made Donny awfully sad. Still, if there was something that could be said about him, it was that he had his father's determination and his mother's adorableness. With his head held high, he stalked over to the tall human and clumsily climbed up onto hi lap, claiming it as his and curling together on it.
"I think he likes you", grinned Thea teasingly. "Come on, Trend. Look at him. He's perfect."
"He's... fluffy", grunted Trend with distaste, poking Donny's side. "I don't want fluffy."
Donny whined pitifully at that and turned onto his back, paws up in the air and large, sad eyes looking up at Trend. The blonde gave up with a sigh and let his hand sink onto Donny's belly, cautiously starting to caress it. Which earned him a happy yelp from the puppy.
"Maybe I could learn to live with fluffy", sighed Trend exhausted. "Fine. He can stay, for now. But if he chews shoes or destroys anything, I'll hand him right back to Jason and Reyna and they'll have an ear full of how irresponsible their son is by dropping something like that off at my place without any warning or preparation. I doubt your parents will like that, Hercules."
"We bought you everything you'll need so you won't get to use that as an excuse", smirked Thea, winking at her foster brother. "Wait here, Herc and I will get everything from the car."
The couple left the apartment in a haste to get the supplies, leaving Trend alone with that personification of adorableness. Grabbing the pup around the midsection, Trend lifted him up to eye-level and stared into those impossibly bright eyes.
"Don't tell them, but you're really cute and I kind of have a thing for cute things", grunted Trend. "So as long as you're a good boy and don't chew on my shoes or something like that, you and I will get along quite fine, Donny. Ew, don't lick my face. No, stop it. That's really disgusting."
"But you're mine now!", yelped Donny confused. "My own human! Don't worry, I'll be a good guard-dog like daddy and I'll protect you from any evil thingy! And I won't chew shoes!"
Trend chuckled amused and laid down on the couch, placing the puppy on his chest, where it obediently curled together. One thing was for sure, even if that adorable, little creature would truly chew all of his shoes and ruin his whole apartment, Trend would not give it away again. Because as much as he hated to admit it, he was lonely and he longed for company and a family. Everyone he knew was nicely paired up and happy, he was already used to feeling left out.
/break\
He must have dozed off, which was a weird thing in itself, considering that he barely slept at all. But when he next opened his eyes, there were chewing toys all over his floor and a basket with a pillow in it right next to his couch. And then there was the reason why he had woken up. The ringing of his doorbell. Groaning annoyed, Trend cautiously lifted Donny off his chest and placed the still sleeping puppy on the giant pillow next to the couch. Once he made sure the puppy was comfortable, Trend went to open the door. He should have known better than to do so.
"Ouch, what the fuck?!", growled Trend and held his face, hissing in pain.
"Sam! Why did you do that?", gasped Sander surprised where he hung in Marshall's arms.
The kitten being held by Sara looked stunned and guilty at that. He had been set on hurting whoever was going to rip him away from Sara, but he hadn't known it to be the handsome one! He liked the clever, handsome human that was friends with Sara's mate. He just wanted to make sure whoever was supposed to take care of him and Sander would not want them anymore. But... the clever one would actually be nice to stay with. He was the only human aside from Sara that Sam liked.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry", yelped Sara wide-eyed. "I—I'm sure he didn't mean it!"
Trend frowned, rubbing the blood off his cheek where Sam had clawed at him. He knew Sam didn't do it on purpose, that cat adored him. It was aggressive and fierce, made any mailman run, but it was the tamest little kitten around Trend. And now it was looking at Trend with those apologetic, large, mesmerizing dark-green eyes, meowing pathetically.
"Of course he didn't", grunted Trend, rolling his eyes amused and patting Sam's head. "He's a good boy after all, aren't you, my pretty, little kitten?"
"Course I am, my handsome, tall human. Anything you say", meowed Sam and licked Trend's hand.
"Stop flirting with the human", whined Sander and shuddered.
"Is today Bring a Pet to Trend Day?", grunted Trend, staring inquisitively at Marshall and Sara.
"See, there is this thing...", started Marshall as they entered the apartment together.
Sam and Sander weren't really interested in the conversation between the three humans. Once they were put down onto the ground, they started to eagerly explore everything. Sam loved how the whole place smelt like the handsome human, he somehow really had a thing for Trend. Though then suddenly something else caught his interest, just as he was stalking over the table like he owned the place. There was something fluffy laying on a giant, blue pillow. Cocking his head in interest, he stretched and reached out with a paw to poke the fluffy thing. It grunted. How curious. But then there was that hyperactive little puppy again, sniffing the fluffy thing in utter excitement.
"What's that?", asked Sander excited. "It's cute! Can I have it?"
"No, you can't, Sander", huffed Sam annoyed. "I saw it first."
After getting sniffed and poked like that, Donny finally woke up, slowly opening his eyes to see where all the attention came from. The first thing he saw was another dog. The most handsome dog he had ever seen. With golden-brown fur that pointed up at his head in a very adorable way and the most trustworthy, chocolate-brown eyes possible. He was simply amazing. Donny jumped, hastily sitting up and staring attentively at the other dog. Both of them tilted their heads at once, looking deep into each other's eyes. They also got up simultaneously and circled each other, sniffing each other's behinds. Donny yelped and turned to look at the other dog's face.
"Hello", smiled Donny kindly. "I'm Donny! I'm Trend's new guard-dog! Who are you?"
"That's strange", frowned the Golden Retriever confused, cocking his head. "I'm supposed to be Trend's new guard-dog. I'm Sander, my other human brought me here because his mate always wheezes when she is close to me. But I'm not mad at him, I know that he has to prioritize and that his mate's health is important. So he promised me I could keep Trend safe instead."
"You are both no guard-dogs", snorted Sam as he joined the conversation, jumping down onto the giant pillow, right between Donny and Sander. "You're lap-dogs. Cuddle-things."
Donny gasped and took a few steps back, scared. "W—What is that? Is it dangerous?"
Sander looked confused for a second, nuzzling Donny's neck. "That's Sam. He's not dangerous, even though he thinks he is. Don't worry about him. Have you never seen a cat before?"
"A... cat?", asked Donny curiously, cautiously approaching the furry, strange thing.
Sam sat down patiently, giving the young dog the chance to circle him once and sniff him curiously. The black thing was adorable and Sam liked adorable dogs. As can be seen by his willingness to allow Sander's existence in his home. Donny's tail was wagging wildly as he sniffed Sam all over.
"You smell good", grinned Donny, tilting his head. "I like the way you smell. What do cats do? Are you here to protect Trend too? Because then it's getting really complicated, I think..."
"I'm a cat", snorted Sam ridiculed, rolling his eyes. "We don't do protecting. We get protected. And worshiped. See, if you two are so keen on protecting, you can take turns. One protects and worships me, while the other is busy with Trend. And then you switch."
/break\
And that was what they did. Trend was actually really surprised at how well the two puppies and the kitten got along. It made him question the saying 'like cats and dogs', because applied here, it would translate to spending all day cuddled up together and licking each other's faces. Then again, Trend was grateful for it. Since Sara and Marshall had asked him with those large, pleading eyes and he kind of understood their situation, he would have hated to turn them down. And giving Donny back was a no go. That adorable ball of fluff was impossible to resist. So if they hadn't gotten along, Trend wouldn't have known what to do. But those three were inseparable. One of the two pups was constantly around Sam and – by the looks of it – patting the cat. Which, seriously, was the weirdest thing Trend had ever seen. The other pup was with Trend then, though the blonde had already noticed that both dogs preferred it when Trend and Sam were in one and the same room. Which also suited Trend, because honestly, he was more of a cat-person than a dog-person. So he preferred the quiet night with a glass of wine, a good book and a purring Sam on his lap.
Which had displeased his friends a great deal since they had wanted him to have pets so he would socialize more, but in the end, he was now spending even more time holed up at home with the cuddly puppies and the demanding kitten. Okay, he also went outside often with Donny and Sander, but not as often as he had expected, because those two got whiny when they were separated from Sam for too long. They were dependent on that cat. Sadly enough, so was Trend.
"I really should get going. Sam probably wants his salmon by now", frowned Trend.
"Damn, man, you're pussy-whipped", snorted Herc and shook his head. "By an actual cat even."
"You know, he's actually pretty content with his crunchy food, he doesn't need fresh fish every day", pointed Sara out, frowning at the blonde. "I mean... You spoil him. A lot."
"Because he's worth it", muttered Trend beneath his breath.
Marshall next to him shook his head amused and lifted his beer to take a sip. The five friends were sitting in a bar together, the two couples in hopes of finding a nice girl for Trend. But the tall blonde wasn't paying any attention to the things around him, he was just talking about how he needed to go out with Donny and Sander, or how he had promised Sam his salmon.
"You, my dear brother, are becoming an old cat-lady", sighed Thea and shook her head sadly. "Get going. You're no fun to be around when all you talk about is Sam. You should get your priorities sorted though, before you end up old and alone with that cat and the dogs."
"I wouldn't mind", whispered Trend as he got up. "Good night guys. And sorry, really. I just... It's only been a month. I don't really trust them all alone in the apartment. See you next week."
Trend felt bad for dumping his friends, but he was also giddy to get back home to his pets. Though that giddiness suddenly vanished once he actually was in his apartment. It was replaced with dread, confusion and arousal (the latter being highly inappropriate). Then again, he was a sexually frustrated mid-twenty, so having three hot, naked guys sitting on his couch, two of them heatedly making out, that did have an effect on him. One of the guys was brunette, with a scar over his right eye and golden-brown floppy ears sticking out between his hair. On his lap sat an olive-skinned, smaller male with black curls and floppy ears. As well as a wagging, fluffy tail. Which was growing out of the boy's lower back, right above a rather tempting ass. The third guy was curled together on Trend's favorite armchair, reading the book Trend was currently in the middle of. This one though, he had cat-ears and a long, bushy tail wrapped around his waist. His hair – the same peanut color as the cat-appendages – was styled in a mohawk. Cat-like, dark-green eyes were fixed on the book.
"W—Who are you? What are you? Why are you fucking on my couch?"
"You're back!", yelped the curly-haired one and jumped off the one brunette's lap.
"Back early", corrected the mohawked one pointedly. "You were not supposed to see us like this."
"Really? So you would have kindly cleared out of my apartment before I came back?", snorted Trend wearily and put his jacket away. "Answer or I'll call the cops."
"Sammy? Why would he call the cops?", whined the olive-skinned boy, staring with impossibly large, sea-green eyes at Trend. "You're not giving us back again, are you?"
He knew that begging, pleading look. Those eyes. Even those ears. Staring stunned, Trend turned some to take a closer look at the other dog-like boy. Confused chocolate-brown eyes locked with his. And that scar. He knew that scar. Marshall had told him that it had been Sam's and Sander's fist encounter and Sam's claws turning Sander into Sam's personal puppy. But that couldn't be.
"He would call the cops because we're in hybrid-form, Donny", grunted the catboy.
The catboy with Sam's eyes. And the hair. Trend loved to twirl Sam's hair together at the top so it pointed up like a mohawk. A mohawk just like the one set between those two cat-ears. Two puppies and a kitten. Or, well, three hot, naked guys with animal-appendages.
"Sammy", stated Trend and pointed at the catboy, before turning to the puppies. "Donny. Sander."
"I told you he's the clever human", commented Sam with a nod. "Yes. Sam. We're shapeshifters. Though we normally hide it from humans. And you were not supposed to be here just yet, so we thought we were safe to stay in half-form for now."
"You... turn... at will... into... humans?", muttered Trend confused, still staring.
Donny nodded wildly and by doing so, he suddenly turned into the adorable, tiny puppy. Puppy-Donny started to jump around Trend, eagerly wagging his tail. In the next second, Donny turned back to human. With dog-ears and a dog-tail. If that puppy was adorable as animal, he was just as adorable as a human, especially with those floppy ears. Trend couldn't help but reach out and pat Donny's head in the same praising manner he had gotten used to in the past weeks.
"Good boy", muttered Trend absentmindedly. "I think I'm going crazy."
Author's note: It would have been far too long as a oneshot so I split it up into five parts. You'll get one part each Monday.
This story was inspired by a little picture I drew of cat!Sam, dog!Donny and dog!Sander that I had put onto a sketchdump for Chasing Firelies. You can check it out on my deviantART account, link on my profile. ;)
Next chapter will have Trend spanking dogboy!Sander and claiming Sander and Donny in an entirely different way, if you know what I mean. ;)
