Throughout the week, the Hunters became more involved in camp activities. Some helped with maintenance on the climbing wall, which entailed removing the rocks that used to be the magma the wall is known to seep. Others aided the Hephaestus and Athena campers in erecting a new pavilion that would act as an outdoor kitchen for demigods who wanted to try their hand at cooking or baking. Artemis herself chose to remain close to Percy, sitting in the stands and watching him intently as he taught the children at the camp how to defend themselves. But that wasn't all he did. Artemis was surprised to learn that her fiance had a pet hellhound, which he played with by summoning geysers of water directly below practice dummies to toss them away for the hellhound to fetch. The creature even helped Percy to train the children. It seemed as though it was used to acting as a teacher's aide. Artemis got up, deciding to ask Percy about his pet.
"Never run," Percy instructed the kids as she approached, "dodge to the side and strike while it's back is turned. You won't have long to do it, so you need to be fast. Eventually, you'll have to act this way in a split second, on pure instinct, so practice while you can."
"Percy," Artemis got his attention, "How did you come across this hellhound?"
"Mrs. O'Leary? An old teacher left her to me when he died," he gave his pet a playful scratch behind the ear, "She's really been a valuable asset and friend these past few years."
"I can only imagine," Artemis said, reaching to pet Mrs. O'Leary, only to have the hound pounce on her and start licking her.
"Aw, she likes you." Percy commented, the children giggling behind him.
Artemis tried to give Percy an annoyed look, which only made her look cuter. She then noticed a girl, no older than twelve, running up to Percy.
"Mr. Jackson!" She called as she approached.
"Oh, hey Nemesis," Percy looked over and saw the confused expression he expected from Artemis, "she was named after her godly parent. Kind of a not-so-subtle clue towards her heritage."
Artemis looked the girl over and started to see the resemblance towards her namesake. But she couldn't dwell on it as Mrs. O'Leary decided to lay down on her, obstructing her view, but she could still hear.
"Mr. Jackson. Chiron said it's OK for Big Bro to come into the camp!"
"Great! Let's go get him." Footsteps sounded and faded as the pair left.
"That's enough," Artemis pushed the hellhound off of her and got up to follow Percy, but Mrs. O'Leary pushed her down again.
It took a few more tries, but Artemis finally escaped. She made her way to catch up with Percy, but was distracted when she saw one of her Hunter's hiding in the shadow cast by the Big House. As she approached the Hunter, she recognized her as one of the Hunters who had a fetish. She stopped right behind the girl and cleared her throat.
"What exactly are you doing?" She asked.
...
After letting Nemesis's brother into the camp, Percy took him straight to the Big House, as it was the only place the full mortal could stay. The man had brown hair and eyes to match. His clothes were in tatters and had scars all over, a clear sign of how much he went through to keep his sister safe during the trip to camp. He had a broadsword slung on his back, likely stolen from a monster. The most curious thing, however, was the green scaled, yellow eyed, quadrupedal dragon perched on his right shoulder. When they arrived at the Big House, he didn't seem all too surprised at the sight of Chiron, possibly another sign of how much he had gone through to get his sister to camp.
"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood," Chiron greeted the mortal, "I am Chiron. I am what you would call the co-head counselor here."
"It's nice to meet you Chiron, my name is Mitchel," he then gestured to the dragon, "and this is Splitstream. I found her egg on the way here."
"I'm surprised you could see through the mist," Chiron studied the man.
"Mist?" Mitchel looked to Percy.
"Kind of a magical curtain that hides monsters true forms from mortal eyes." Percy explained.
"Oh. Well, I couldn't see through it at first, but I think my need to protect Sis allowed my eyes to adjust... or something along those lines."
"It's not uncommon for something like that to happen," Chiron pondered for a moment before continuing, "regardless, you both made it here safely, and that's all that matters. Come, we will prepare a room for you."
Mitchel stepped forward to follow Chiron, but something caught his eye. Nemesis followed his gaze and gasped.
"That's the weird girl I told you about Bro!" Nemesis exclaimed.
Percy followed the pair's gaze and gawked at the sight. One of the Hunters was wearing fake fox ears and a matching tail, along with a collar and leash. She offered the other end of the leash to Percy.
"I've been waiting for so long," the Hunter looked embarrassed, but sounded determined, "please give me a command Master."
"Excuse me, what?" Percy asked.
"She has a fetish for this sort of thing," Artemis stepped around a corner, "A result of being treated like a pet by her family prior to joining the Hunt. In other words, she wants you treat her that way as well."
Percy stared at the Hunter, who gave him a pleading expression. He had a feeling she wouldn't stop offering until he accepted. He sighed and took the leash, thinking of something, anything, that wouldn't make him look like a weirdo. He turned around and crouched.
"Up." He said in an authoritative tone.
The Hunter was taken aback by the command, but complied. She climbed on Percy's back and he got up and made his way to the cabins. If he was doing this, he was doing it in private.
"Is everyday here like this?" Mitchel asked.
"More or less," Chiron responded.
"I think I'll like it here."
...
Even in the privacy of the Poseidon cabin, Percy was a little embarrassed telling another person to do things like sit and roll over. But the Hunter complied with a big smile on her face, almost too big.
"If you're wondering," Artemis announced her presence and closed the door behind her, "she's getting off on this."
Percy looked at Artemis, the back at the Hunter and only then noticed how heavily she was panting. He glanced at her leggings and spotted the dark stain between her thighs.
"About a quarter of the Hunt is like this," Artemis explained, "not necessarily the same fetish, but they're likely to turn to you when they want to satisfy their urges..." Artemis looked away nervously, "And I may have given them permission."
"You what?!" Percy stared at her in shock.
"Besides me, you've been doing it with Thalia and Paisley. What difference do the other Hunters make?'
"Well, for one thing, I'm just one guy. How am I expected to satisfy over a hundred girls? Let alone those who look like children? I'm not exactly comfortable with, you know."
"I realize that. But it's not as though I can take back what I told them. For them, my orders are final. You might as well enjoy it too."
Percy just stared at his fiance, fully understanding his situation, but still not being happy about it. He looked back down at the Hunter, wondering exactly what he got himself into.
...
My main reason for introducing Mitchel is to provide a background character to allow authors to connect their stories to mine. So if you wish to write stories to coincide with mine, he will be a good character to utilize.