"Looks like you're the one with a foot fetish." Isabel snapped back at her, just as she had finished what she were doing. Quinn could feel that she still had her stockings on her, but she didn't know that Isabel had used her masterful knot-tying skills to tie the toes of her stockings together.
"Sorry to leave you, got a match to win!" Isabel said, as she turned around to see where Bee was with her pompoms, but only turned to find out that Bee, Bear and Honey Jar had all three of her own mascot teammates in submission in each of their own way, but Bee had dropped her pompoms. Quickly, she picked the pompoms up and started running for victory!
Isabel still didn't know that her flag had been removed.
"Oh no you don't!" said Quinn. She spat a few times to get the taste of her rivals' feet out of her mouth. She got onto her feet to chase after Isabel and immemorially tripped on her tied stockings. Another wave of laughter came from the crowd.
"Enjoying the taste of de-feet, sweetie?." said Isabel with a chuckle. Comfortable with her lead, she'd stopped for a moment to enjoy the site of the entangled brunette struggle and flop around on the field.
"AARGH!" screeched Quinn. She'd been made a fool of long enough. Seething with rage, she tore off her knotted stockings and charged straight at Isabel.
"Shit!" exclaimed Isabel. She began rushing towards the goal again but the enraged Quinn quickly approached. Just as they were at the goalpost, Quinn dived at her blonde quarry, knocked her face down, then at on Isabel's legs to prevent escape. At this point, Quinn wasn't concerned with winning, she just wanted to humiliate her rival.
"Wait wait, let talk about this." pleaded Isabel, crawling at the ground. The hateful look Quinn had terrified her. Isabel continued squirming until she felt a sharp pain.
"YOWW!" she screeched. Quinn had bitten down on Isabel's butt. The pain caused a spasm that pushed Quinn off. Seizing her chance, Isabel scampered up the goal post and tied the other pom-pom. Powered by fear, she'd done it so fast, she'd hadn't realized what she did until she finished. She hung onto the goalpost prong, catching her breath.
"And Purple Princess, has placed her pom-poms, ending the match!" shouted one of the announcer. "But uh-oh, what's this? It looks like her flag is missing! This grievous misplay has completed nullified her victory!"
"What.." Isabel could barely process what was just happened. All that work, all that running, all that pain, all that exposure, it was all for nothing! The only thing worse than the crushing disappointment was the dreadful draft she began to feel between her legs. She slowly moved her hand down hear body, internally praying to feel some fabric but all she felt was skin.
Her panties had been ripped clean off by Quinn's bite!
"AHH!" Isabel's body flushed pink all over. She let go of the goalpost to cover her breasts and crotch; ,then slipped off backwards and fell onto the ground. The pain from the fall was nothing compared to her absolute mortification.
"HAHAHAHA!" Quinn was in a fit of laughter "It's true was they say about brainless blondes!"
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