Your name is Gabriel and at twenty-three you share a house with your fellow Arcanine and older brother brother Cain. Life wasn't exactly cruel to you, not by any stretch, but if you did resent one thing it'd be your height. Now at six foot one you were by no means the smallest pokemon on the block, but you couldn't help resenting the fact you were a whole two inches shorter than your feral ancestors, who'd walked on all fours no less! Cain however had no such problem at eight foot three and, after he'd spent an approximate half of his twenty-seven year in the gym, people seldom believed you were related let alone brothers. It was a life you'd grown accustomed to though, both feeling the house vibrate whenever Cain walked about and literally living in his very broad shadow, which is why a month ago when your younger brother Isaiah, still a Growlithe, turned eighteen and successfully browbeat you and Cain into letting him move in your normal routine was turned on it's ear. The second he moved in the full gravity of your shortness hit you, your little Growlithe brother was five foot eleven and if he ever managed to afford his own Fire Stone you'd be living with two giants...or rather two reminders of your smallness. Isaiah also had a nasty habit, not unlike Cain, of living like a...well, a guy, and between both your brothers leaving out there junk, everything from empty Protiens to dirty socks, it was a mystery how you and your flowing beautifully maintained mane and tail were even related to them.
Today was no different as when you returned home from the library you saw Cain had dropped and left his duffel bag of dirty gym clothes not more than a foot from the door, charming. Making your way in fully you found Isaiah in nothing more than his boxers and eating take out in front of the tv, again charming. "You know Isaiah, it'd be nice if once I came home and you weren't in your underwear."
"Oh? Want me to take them off?" he playfully teased while pulling at his waistband.
"You know full well that's not what I meant," you retorted and went to the kitchen to scrounge up something for yourself. "Where's Cain?"
"He's upstairs showering," your brother answered between bites, "He got home, took everything off, and went straight for the shower."
"Well that explains those then," you gestured to the clothes and joined your brother with a Malasada to snack on, "Any luck on the job hunt?"
"Obviously not."
How reassuring, "Well if you ever change your mind I can see if the library has anything open."
"Thanks," he almost autonomously replied, well you had tried pushing it on him a dozen times already.
Then from upstairs a loud clattering followed by a booming "Shit!" rang out.
"You ok?" you hollered up.
"Yeah, just the damn towel rack again!" Cain's gruff voice responded.
For several minutes you and Isaiah just chewed and watched some overexcited Persain spin a wheel on this season's latest game show when Cain walked down the stairs, completely naked.
"Dammit Cain how many times do I have to ask you not to do that!" you griped.
"At least one more," he shrugged it off and began fishing around in the fridge, bent over looking for one of his "special" protein packed Rindo salads. "What are we watching?" he asked joining you in the living room.
"Just some Persain with stars in her eyes, you want the remote?" Isaiah answered, and you couldn't help but notice you were never made the same offer.
"Surr girv it heer," Cain replied through a mouthful of food and leaned forward, involuntarily making his dick flop about as he reached for it. "Let's see what's on," he said, thankfully after swallowing.
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