Yup drawn up from my ideas by my buddy  Badgerben /  yifferfox
Colouring by myself along with the girl.

One exceptionally soft figured Nidorina, youngest daughter of Tiffany Nadine at sweet 16.

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"So what is it I'm meant to be commenting on?", came a simple and to the point question from the Scottsmutt of a Poochyena-morph Tom. Favours had been shunted around, mainly on the easy cheap acquirement of new banjo strings and now he found himself at an out-door desk harbouring a cheapie baby's first mixing desk and two mics... Along with many various snack-food wrappers and empty soda cans. His brief stint as voice of the field was being guided by a Blitzle that was doing an exceptional performance of a bloke late for an arrangement. "It's easy enough. You say who's in the lead, which ones falling behind, distance and times now sit down, have fun and don't blow it... Bye!"

That little delayed farewell getting declared just before the electric-horse had vanished out of sight back into the school building and no doubt out the front for a girl. Well the seat was warm enough and with some simple scooting and scuffling Tom managed to plant his bandaged up feet onto the tables edge and appraise his situation. Not a bad view really, nice open area, had to be this was the track and field bit. The pitch was a bit further from the grounds, this was just for athletics and with a smirk on catching a familiar puff-ball bouncing there was evidence that the cheer-leading squad liked to hang out here too for drills. Took a shake of the head before Tom was able to spare himself getting lost in the stretches and bounces of the squad, the little teeny wings on their uniform being a cute recent addition for the morale boosters of the Blazing Zards.

Still there was a job to do and wasn't often a good idea to get lost oogling the girlfriend while trying to deliver some commentary on an unrelated bit. The mad scottsmutt rifled along the desk with his right heel, dragging various boards and knick-knacks into just about his reaching distance, drawing up a clip-board displaying the names of all the participants. So many curious names, could lead to all manner of guessing on wether they were morphed or birthed...