Part One:
![Brother to Growlithe Girl - Part One [TG/Anthro] by Transviscera](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/87684d17-8b34-4054-a6cc-9b9e97dcb44a/dh36mcv-e8a2902f-437e-4d63-bcc6-56774efe6d8e.jpg/v1/fit/w_150,h_150,q_70,strp/brother_to_growlithe_girl___part_one__tg_anthro__by_transviscera_dh36mcv-150.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MjkwMiIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzg3Njg0ZDE3LThiMzQtNDA1NC1hNmNjLTliOWU5N2RjYjQ0YVwvZGgzNm1jdi1lOGEyOTAyZi00MzdlLTRkNjMtYmNjNi01Njc3NGVmZTZkOGUuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTQxMjAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.kASQ9MhARyoplunz4ac8Gozk3Olf8GreNLtzijqIRVY)
Part Two:
![Brother to Growlithe Girl - Part Two [TG/Anthro] by Transviscera](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/87684d17-8b34-4054-a6cc-9b9e97dcb44a/dh371f5-08e76eac-dc53-4f05-b1c2-7fcfeab6e686.jpg/v1/fit/w_150,h_150,q_70,strp/brother_to_growlithe_girl___part_two__tg_anthro__by_transviscera_dh371f5-150.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MjkwMiIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzg3Njg0ZDE3LThiMzQtNDA1NC1hNmNjLTliOWU5N2RjYjQ0YVwvZGgzNzFmNS0wOGU3NmVhYy1kYzUzLTRmMDUtYjFjMi03ZmNmZWFiNmU2ODYuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTQyMjEifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.YBL0quSoyHOfQsgUxQDykYjJiDNY7v248KH93lYTBzg)
They just throw Pokemon in here with us humans now? What's she in here for? Arson?
Didn't you hear? Bodyheist. That's the man who stole Professor Coak's prize growlithe.
Jeez. And they didn't send him straight to the chair?
That's better than he deserves. But the growlithe in his body pleaded for leniency. Apparently she loves his body. And his wife's... Heh.
Well, I'm not complaining. This prison is freezing and a Fire-Type should keep us warm at night. Heh heh.
A lot of sharp teeth in that mouth...
She's too smart to give us trouble, aren't you, girl? We'll have you trained up in no time. Now open w-
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Jason awoke from the nightmare with such a yell that sparks burst from his mouth, setting their tent smoldering. He patted the fire out hurriedly.
The sun was just starting to rise. His brother muttered sleepily at the disturbance and rolled over on his sleeping mat, dragging his cap lower over his eyes.
Jason had been a Pokemon less than 24 hours and already he regretted his decision. For all the power in this body, he was aware of how tenuous Pokemon life was, particularly devoid of the protection of an owner. This body had never been captured, had been allowed to run wild and free on the Professor's ranch, which meant he was fair game, exposed, vulnerable to any trainer who wanted to try their luck. The thought of being captured by a stranger and what they might do with him made him nauseous.
The empty Pokeball now hung from his brother's belt, representing security, status. If he was caught, he would be property, sure, but that was better than being 'wild'. Those could be killed and eaten off-hand. He pawed at it, but the steel sphere remained inert - it would only activate at a human's touch.
"Come on, man, just do it. It doesn't have to be weird," he whispered.
His brother's eyes opened, scowling. "Ugh, not this again. You're my brother, not my pet!"
"You can just release me when you're done with me" Jason begged.
"For the last time, no!"
His brother whipped back the tent flap and flung the vacant Pokeball out into the forest. It was probably intended as a dramatic gesture. He really did throw like a girl. The ball fell a short distance from their camp, rolled through the clearing... and came to rest against a blue high-heeled boot.
The two boys trembled as Officer Jenny stared down at them.