Reward Art: Ann and Fran the Pokemob

A bonus piece I had ordered a while back! The two sidekicks to the protag in Pokegirl Adventures, Ann (the fire type fetishist) and Fran (the hypnosis-loving psychic fangirl). The pokemob's whole thing was catching and stealing certain types to be their waifus, no matter the cost. They turn over a new leaf after Marshall defeats them and end up being fun spazzes to write for.

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They were dressed almost identically; brightly colored ponchos draped over black formal suits, slacks and dress shirts. Both the poncho and the buttons were cut to emphasize their cleavage, and both of them looked somewhere in their twenties. The one had bright red hair that was kept short, her body itself standing shorter than the other woman to stay about Marshall's height. What mostly stood out was a number of scars on her, particularly a few light burns along her hands and a broader one along her right cheek. The other woman was taller and even bustier, her hair dyed a wild pattern of purple and black that spiraled around itself. For some reason, even when she acted perfectly calm or riled up, her eyes always seemed a bit too big and distant.

The girls burst out of the woods, looking around frantically before the redhead pointed at Marshall. "There it is! Behind the human! Gimme gimme gimme!" she chimed enthusiastically.

"Easy now! I've got this one," purred the taller woman in a deeper voice. She lifted up a pokeball and gestured towards Marshall. "Please step aside. We don't have any interest in you right now."

"Unless..." the red girl mused. "You don't have any Cyndaquil, right?!" Marshall shook his head at her enthusiastic question. "Rapidash? Slugma?"

"Still no. But... what are a bunch of pokebanditos doing out here?"

The girls froze at the question. They exchanged glances, seeming to trade unspoken words with a few frantic nods and gestures. It ended when the purple one pulled on her poncho, making it clear to her teammate there was no denying it.

"Hunting pokemon," the tall one explained. "I am Frannie and this is Annie, my partner in..."

"Crime?" Marshall offered in a sarcastically helpful tone.

"That's a way to say it," Annie mumbled.

"Please," Frannie scoffed. "We're a misunderstood order. We have a reputation as thieves and cons, and some of us are, sure."

"I also hear you're a bunch of pokepervs." Marshall frowned as he looked back at the cringing shortstack Tepig.

"Nooo, we just have a passion for them!" Annie insisted. "I mean, can't you imagine it? That precious little piggy firing up and warming up against your tits of pussy..." Her voice became distant and dreamy. "Or riding on a Rapidash when it's made really flares up, just starting to burn a little between your legs. A Houndour who bites..."

"Yea, okay. Got it."