A/N: This is my first Star Wars story and I've decided to ghost write this. I hope you all enjoy as a story like this has always interested me!

This will have no sexual connotations as you will soon learn. The lead is a pet in the same way the Rancor is - let's get that out of the way.

DISCLAIMER: I just own my OCs.

PAIRINGS: None.

A BRAND NEW "PUPPY"

A sentient, humanoid pet - that was the request.

Bib Fortuna felt as though his master had seemingly lost his mind. He had a Rancor and that accursed howling monkey, he had dancers, and all kinds of servants. But he was never happy, was he? It had taken one visit from an ally who had trained a Wookie to be his obedient lap dog for him to present the request.

He wanted a unique humanoid pet at his side now too. Human, Wookie, Ewok, he didn't seem to care… After all, it was a hood ornament, as he told him. It was to sit with his accursed monkey on his throne and be yet another thing to gawk at. Seperated from his dancers in that Jabba was interested in keeping it as a companion - and he wanted a male.

Him and his indulgences.

Fortuna, luckily, knew that a fresh shipment of slaves was headed for Tatooine and had gone to meet his ally's to inspect. His mind only on two things: something handsome and old enough not to give the Hutt trouble. No one would find the position pleasant, but adults would no doubt know the consequences.

He had four prospects in front of him: an older human boy, a Wookie, and two fully grown adult male humans. It wasn't much, but as the Rodan seller turned to him he did comment: "They're the easiest on the eyes. I don't know," He explained. "I think this is the first time a "pet" of this kind has been requested."

"Jabba can be jealous," Fortuna noted. "Which has the least diseases and appears more docile?"

The Rodan looked over the batch, thinking for a moment before he moved toward the boy. With one hand he moved his head to look at Fortuna and explained. "Still a boy, pretty good with directions. Fourteen, still teachable," He explained rather calmly. "He was sold by a very rich family. So he's of good blood too."

Fortuna was marginally impressed by the boy's sharp blue eyes. But stroked his chin slightly as he considered things. No doubt he'd have a hell of a time getting this one training. The humans almost always fought it… But he knew his master and already knew he'd tell him to hurry it up.

He reached a gloved hand and grabbed the boy's jaw. Opening his mouth for better inspection to find he was well kept up. A quiet sigh in his voice. "You will do," Before he placed a small bag of currency into the hand of the Rodian. "Come, there is much to discuss. And much to train you on before I even think to take you before my employer."

He pulled roughly on the chain that lead to the boy's shackles - stepping back into Jabba's palace without another word. Navigating him straight for a room in the back where a more knowledgeable man in basic would explain what had happened. It was beneath him to explain to the slaves, let alone something that Jabba would consider a mere animal.

He opened the door to the slave's quarters and nearly shoved him into the head slave's arms. "Jabba's new pet. I expect you to explain what I told you to," He then noted. "He has three hours before I send someone to bathe him. If he fails, it's your head."

And then he would slam the door.

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"Contrary to popular belief, the dancers aren't his pets. In fact, you'll probably find being one much better."

How had Andrew get himself in this mess, he thought? A week ago he was the top of the world, living in a lavish home and sleeping in a four poster bed. And now? Now he was sitting in a steaming hot bath being scrubbed down for presentation to Jabba the Hutt.

The older woman doing so thankfully spoke Basic but he wished she hadn't. The thought of being a crime lord's pet disgusted him. "I'm not an animal," He replied after finding his voice. Holding his breath as she dumped more soapy water atop his head. "Can't he get another pet?"

The woman tsked. "Jabba has many pets. A rancor, a sarlacc, and a Kowaikan monkey lizard," She pointed out. "He likes to get what's in fashion I suppose. A competitor rolled through with a Wookie on a leash. So this time it's apparently sapient bipeds."

Lovely. Andrew scoffed slightly as she motioned for him to get out of the large cauldron and produced a towel. He begrudgingly began drying himself, thankful to be clean but wishing to throw himself from the palace walls.

The elder woman then nodded a little before adding. "Because you're not fierce or strong, you'll probably be a hood ornament I imagine," She admitted rather flatly. "You'll sit near his lap and be there as a symbol of his power. It's degrading, but the previous slave he treated this way was pampered and favored."

Just what he wanted, to be a slug's pampered house pet. He blew a strand of blond hair away as a second slave, a Rodian arrived with clothes. The clothes were simple, but sophisticated - made from fine silk, but a dull brown color with a blue embroidery.

The top fitted around him like a tunic, while the lower half were a simple pair of shorts. But the last part, was by far the worst: a collar, made of brass. "Do I have to wear that?" He asked motioning to one of the guards who approached with it. "It's not like I can run."

The elder slave was silent as the guard approached - before he could put up more of a fight it was done. As if to make a point, she did motion with her eyes to the long chain limply hanging off it. Right, so this was to take him for walks - or keep him on a chain, great.

She moved up close to his ear and whispered a few final words. "When you meet the Hutt, you must kiss his hand and bow at his feet," She noted. "If he accepts you he will tell you where to sit. He won't let you around the slaves, so I cannot help you any longer."

And then with a rough tug, Andrew was being forcibly moved along. Out of the slave quarters and into a long, dark hallway. No one said a word to him, even when they inevitably reached their destination: a throne room.

It was far removed from the beauty of his home planet. Instead, it was dark and Earthy, and occupied on all fronts by Jabba's guards and inner circle. The Hutt himself straightened, and turned to greet him with some interest. He was bigger, and somehow grosser than he had imagined - and from the glint in his eye he seemed pleased.

Jabba approached them with interest, regarding the human. "A human! My, my. I will be the talk of many planets," A deep chuckle erupted and Andrew felt himself shrink. "Let us see if he values his life."

Andrew watched as he held one of his grimy hands out to him. He felt his stomach churn madly, but the longer he waited the more impatient Jabba became. His eyes seemed to narrow and he could almost see the seething inside him. The thing being, Andrew did value his life even if the question went without understanding in Huttese.

Enough to one day escape this place, and find his way home.

With shaky legs he approached, leaning over and placing a kiss upon his hand. He tried to stop the bile from rising up, and turned at the putrid stench as he moved onto his knees in a bow.

He next could hear the chain moving and a deep chuckle from Jabba. With the same hand, he patted his head, seemingly satisfied. He chose to lift Andrew by the back of his neck and carry him back to his seat of honor like he'd just been given a new puppy.

Andrew could feel hot tears sting his eyes as he eyed the monkey-like creature nearby. His equal, he thought gravely as Jabba sat himself down. He curled his tail slightly and created a sort of seat he placed Andrew on.

Jabba looked at him for a moment, then announced jovially. "Perfect. Well done," Before leaning back, keeping one claw gently running through Andrew's strands of strawberry blond hair. "Where is my lunch? My Rancor and I grow hungry."

Andrew simply tried to make himself as small as possible. Knowing from that moment on, he was nothing more than the court dog.

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He found some reprieve when court ended later that day.

It had been monstrously long, and had only been broken up by a short (and awkward) bathroom break for him. But Jabba after some time grew tired and would, without much care release his court, close up the Rancor pit and tug him along on his leash.

He'd nearly breathed a deep sigh of relief when Jabba took the opposite directions of the slave quarters. What was it the old woman had said? He wouldn't let him interact with the slaves? Where would he take him then? His thoughts went to the pit with a churning stomach.

And indeed, Jabba's throne room hid many secrets, he moved toward a seemingly inconspicuous area in the floor. With a nod, a slave pulled an ornate rug off to reveal a barred door. Bellow it, he found not a pit but something of a room.

There was a long, rounded mattress with blankets, and a staircase that Jabba pulled him along as soon as the door was opened. Inside it looked more like an animal's den and very large - Jabba had definitely wanted a Wookie he figured.

They reached the bottom where he detached his leash, giving him relief. Maybe, he imagined, he could figure a way to pick the lock… Or…. CLAP. The sudden weight on his ankle made him turn to find a new chain. And a shackle.

It was a long one, probably long enough to make it to his bed. But the rest of it seemed to go deeper into his newfound "den". "Now that I know what I have I will spoil you, Gusha," He used the Huttese word for lucky to address him. But of course, the teen wouldn't know. "Tonight it's just a bed."

Andrew flinched as the Hutt reached forward and patted his head with another terrifying and low laugh. His eyes focused on the bowl a slave now brought for him filled with food - real food. Forgetting where he was a moment he nearly stretched it out of their hands as he began to scarf down his first meal in a week.

It was enough to distract him as Jabba and the slave left. He would only look again at the sound of a key turning in the lock. Leaving him alone with only the Rancor he could hear in the distance and his own thoughts.

Andrew wanted to vomit - having been reduced to a mere beast… Was this what would become of him? Spending his nights in a cell bellow the Hutt's throne and his days seated as a mere spectacle? Would he even leave the den some days?

As he picked the last of his food and rested his head against the admittedly soft mattress he tried not to cry. He wouldn't let them hear him weep in the night. No, he was not destined to die here he told himself.

He would escape, one way or another.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed chapter one! We will spend quite a bit of time in his life as a pet before we meet his eventual rescuers/friends to develop character.