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Stacy: The New Dog on the Block

Author's Note: Hey there. Thanks for checking this fanfic out. Now before you get to reading it, I'd like to point out some things about this chapter. First off, it's a human x animal fanfic - meaning that there will be lemon and some other things in future chapters; so if this isn't your liking, I strongly suggest that you press the back button now. Second, the story will focus on my OCs more than the characters from Housepets. But they'll be around as supporting characters or, sometimes, the main characters in certain chapters. And third, some of locations in Babylon Gardens will be from my own imagination. Any locations (and characters' names for that matter) that are mentioned in Rick Griffin's ongoing comic are the same as mine is pure coincidental.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Housepets. It is the copyright of Rick Griffin. Only my OC characters are copyright to me, and will not be used without my permission. I also don't own any real-life company names, products, etc mentioned in this fanfic.

Brian Edwards was riding his bicycle on a clear, sunny afternoon in Babylon Gardens. The sixteen-year-old high school student was riding to nowhere in particular. He just needed to get out of his house. His family was driving him crazy!

Brian's mother, Joan, talked nothing but the latest dirt and gossip she had heard from her friends; his father, Frank, talked of nothing but sports, automobiles, and sexy women with (as his dad referred them to as) "fine racks"; his older sister, Janet, was always hanging out with her boyfriend Travis, and hardly so much as say a word to Brian; and his little brother, Ian, every though they get along well, had a bad habit of playing the "what if" game: Ian would come up with most craziest, most annoying questions like, "What if our neighbors are actually aliens trying to probe all of us?" and the list would just go on from there.

So, getting fed up with hearing all that crap, and staying inside of his room with nothing to do and no one to talk to, Brian just grabbed his iPod, grabbed his bicycle out from inside the garage, and then took off.

While listening to his favorite song "Broken" by Lifehouse, Brian rode his to the bicycle trial. Brian always loved going there. Next to the park (not literally), the bicycle trial was always filled with people riding their bikes or walking their pets, which Brian was most interested in. He enjoyed seeing the cats or dogs or sometimes other animals walking with their owners while they were having good conversations with eachother or, for the most part, the pets were walking and chatting with their fellow animals. Sometimes when they spotted Brian, both owner and pet would wave and say hi to him, and he'd do the same in return.

Brian always wanted a pet of his own. For as long as he could remember, Brian had asked his parents countless times if he could get a pet, and the answer was always the same, "We'll see" but in actuality, "No! Never!".

Brian traveled eastward on the bike trial. He rode on for about twenty minutes, eyeing almost every cat and dog he saw. At the crossing path, Brian stopped at the drinking fountain. He then got off his bike, took off his headphones, and walked to the fountain for a quick drink. After satisfying his thirst, the lone human took the time to look at his surroundings: there was no sign of human walkers, bicyclists, or any animals roaming the trial. From all that riding, Brian decided to a break, and went and sat on the bench that was right next to the drinking fountain.

Brian let out a heavy sigh.

"Man, it feels good to be out and about," He said, removing the heavy sweat off his forehead with the back of his right hand. "I feel like I'm living in a mental asylum. It's crazy I'm related to those people. If I didn't have any resemblance to my folks, I'd say they've kidnapped me from my real, normal family, because there's no way Frank and Joan were qualified to adopt me."

He chuckled at himself. Anyone who had heard that joke would've found it corny, but since Brian was alone, the only person he'd have worry about cheering up was himself. ...But that was the problem...

"I'm tired of being on my own all the time," Brian said in annoyance. "I just wish I could have someone to talk to. It doesn't matter to me if their human or animal; any of them is good. I just...for once...want someone who I can truly call a best friend!"

Just then, as if right on cue, a black and white dog was running west of the bike trial in panic with something in its mouth. While Brian was about to depart and take off on his bike again, the black and white dog ran around him and hid behind his back. It took Brian a few seconds to realize what had just happened.

"Wha...?"

"Please!" said the black and white dog in fear. "He's after me! Don't let him get me! Please help me!"

"Don't let who get you?" Brian asked, puzzled.

"Him!"

The black and white dog pointed its furry index finger at heavyset bald man wearing some sort of chief outfit that made Brian guess that the man worked at a restaurant. The man was huffing and puffing as he got close to Brian and the mysterious, frightened dog.

"I-I...g-got...y-you...now!" shouted the man as he tried to regain his breath. "Don't even think I don't see you behind that young man! No one outruns the great Gregory Plucker!"

Brian raised an eyebrow.

Is this guy for real? He thought.

"Uh...is something wrong, sir?" He asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is!" said the man named Gregory, angrily. "That beast hiding behind you is a thief! It stole one of my well cooked chickens right under my very nose!"

Brian looked back at the black and white dog and could see a chicken in its mouth, clear as day.

"If this animal isn't in your care, I demand that you step aside so I could take it to the proper authorities!" Gregory Plucker ordered.

Again Brian looked back at the black and white dog, who was cowardly lowering its body onto the ground. Its green eyes were showing fear and begging for mercy to the young man. Brian didn't know what possessed him to do this, but he said, "Actually, Mr. Plucker is it? This is my dog."

"You're dog?" Mr. Plucker asked.

"Yes. He -"

"She!" the black and white dog corrected in a low whisper.

"- She had run away from home. I've spent hours looking for her on my bike. I just happened to be reunited with her when you came running toward us. I'm sorry to hear that she stole from you, Mr. Plucker. She's actually a good dog. It's just when she gets hungry she gets into trouble. In fact, that's why she ran away in the first place. I forgot to feed her. That was stupid on my part."

Mr. Plucker eyed Brian suspiciously and then at the chicken thief.

"If you really are the animal's owner, then where's her collar?" He asked. "And where's your proof that you actually own this filthy mutt?"

Brian was starting to like this guy less and less. Despite the circumstance, isn't it rude to call a dog "mutt" in front of its "owner"?

"...W-well, I was in such a hurry to find my dog that forgot to bring my papers with me," He lied. "I know that was irresponsible for me, but I just had to go find her. I'm sorry for all the trouble she's caused. Here, how about I pay for the chicken she stole, and put this all behind us; what do you say?"

Mr. Plucker thought this one through. Then finally...

"Very well; if you insist - that would be fifty dollars for the chicken."

Bran nearly jumped out of his skin by that outrages price. That's thievery right there, he thought. But with no other choice, Brian pulled out his wallet, and handed Mr. Plucker the cash.

Goodbye Red Dead Redemption, He thought. Now I have to wait till next week's paycheck to get the game.

Mr. Plucker counted the money before stuffing it into his pocket.

"Now before we depart, young man," He warned Brian. "Let me give you some advice concerning that mangy mutt of yours: keep that dog on a chocker and leash at all times. And if that mutt just so happens to set foot in my restaurant again, you could rest assure that you'd find it in the pound if you're looking for it. Well, good day."

And with that, Mr. Plucker turned and walked off in a "gentlemen" manner. Brian was desperately fighting the urge to shout out, "up yours" to the old fart, but decided against it. He then looked down at the black and white dog, who then started sticking out her tongue at Mr. Plucker's direction.

Brian cleared his throat. The stray got his attention and looked at him with worry.

"I think you should consider yourself lucky," Brian said. "If I wasn't here, or didn't have the money to pay for your 'lunch', you wouldn't be eating any chicken for long time."

The stray dog stood up and then embraced her savoir.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," she said. "I thought I was done for! I am now in your debt."

"...W-well, it was nothing, really," Brian said, startled by the hug. "Just try not to get into trouble again."

"Oh, I promise, I'll try," said the stray dog, letting go of Brian. "In the meantime though, I wanna finish eating. Wanna join me?"

"Um...sure," Brian replied. "We could sit here."

There was a bench located next to the drinking fountain, which both human and dog went and sat down at. Brian watched the dog quietly as she happily ate the rest of the chicken. She was wolfing it down as though she really was a wolf. The dog soon noticed Brian was staring at her.

"What?" She asked. "You want a piece?"

"Oh, no thank you," Brian replied. "I'm just waiting for to finish."

"Oh, come on, have a bite," the dog begged, putting a drumstick in front of his face. "I owe you, after all.

Sighing in defeat, Brian grabbed the drumstick.

"This wasn't in your mouth, was it?" He said. "I don't usually share food with a stranger."

"Don't worry; that drumstick's clean," the dog assured Brian. "And I promise I don't have any cooties on me - scout's honor."

Brian chuckled, and then began to take a bite at the drumstick. For some reason he felt that he could trust the black and white dog; and since he paid fifty bucks for it, why not? He was just grateful no one was there, for they would've thought he was crazy.

"You like it?" the dog asked.

"It's good," Brain replied. "Worth the money, that's for sure."

"...Yeah, as for that...I'm really grateful for what you did for me," said the dog. "I was really hungry, and that chicken smelled so good from that restaurant that...I just had to take it."

"I understand," Brian said. "I see you have no collar on, so I don't have to be a rocket scientist to know you're a stray."

"You're right. I'm not a pet...not anymore..."

Brian felt pity for her when he heard that last part.

"A-anyway, I should be going," the dog said. "Thanks again for your help. I'll always remember your kindness."

"Now, hold on," Brian said. "This may be crazy and last minute, but...why don't you come stay with me at my place...for a few days, at least."

"...Really?" The dog asked, stunned. "Y-you mean it?"

"Sure; I mean, I can't just let... a - someone like you live on the streets with no one to help you," Brian explained. "Plus...I really feel that you could use a friend."

The female black and white dog was taken aback by this stranger's generous offer. She figured it wouldn't be permanent, but at least she'd have roof over her head and some food in her stomach for a little while. Not to mention...she was feeling a bit lonely, and this human seemed like a nice enough guy.

"If you really mean it, then yeah, I'd like to stay with you," she finally answered.

"Okay," Brian smiled. "Let's get going. My house isn't too far from here."

Brian then grabbed his bike and then he and his temporary "pet" headed west of the bicycle trial, on their way toward his house.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," Brian spoke out. "We haven't introduced ourselves yet."

"Yeah, you're right," the girl dog giggled. "How silly of us to forget that."

"I'll go first. My name's Brian Edwards."

"I'm Stacy," replied the black and white dog. "Just...Stacy."

"Well, nice to meet you, Stacy," Brian said, holding out his right hand to her.

Instead of shaking his hand, Stacy jumped and embraced Brian, nuzzling his left cheek.

"It's nice to meet you too, Brian," Stacy said. "And thanks again for saving me."

"...Uh...sure, no problem," Brian said. "...Uh you could let go of me, now."

"Oh, right," Stacy said, blushing. "Sorry."

And then the two new friends continued on their way.