The rabbit springs into action

IQ glanced down at the learing Canadian’s pants, then back up at her face.

“Hey, what the hell?” Frost shouted as her pants were whisked to her ankles. As she bent down to recover her dignity, IQ started to pull at her jacket.

“What do you think you’re doing, rabbit?” Frost shouted as she felt her jacket slip off. She attempted to struggle, but as IQ had already gotten her jacket over her arms, she was unable to grab at anything.

IQ wrapped the artic camo jacket around her waist, and used the arms to make a knot. She giggled after taking in Frost’s state of undress. “Is that why they call you Frost?”

Still somewhat dazed, Frost replied, “Huh?” When she came to her senses, she looked down, and shrieked. She was now wearing nothing but a tight, black tank top, and an extremely small pair of white panties, that were covered with blue snowflakes.

“You fucking slut!” She shouted, as she shot both of her hands down to cover her crotch. Her Double- D cups jiggling as she did so. Her beanie and face mask had also been removed in the scuffle, so her scowl and flushed face were fully visible. She glared at the now smug German. “You’re so fucking dead.” She growled.

IQ laughed as she watched Frost step forward, only to trip on the pants that were still around her ankles. She ran to wear Frost was just standing, then bent over.

“Don’t you dare!” Frost shouted as she felt IQ pull her pants off over her boots. After the pants had left her boots, she pushed herself up off the ground, and turned to face her assailant, who had discarded the jacket in favor of the pants. Frost growled, and pounced at IQ.

“Eep!” IQ squealed, as she tried to pull the pants on over her sneakers. She groaned as Frost knocked her to the ground.

“Give me my pants back!” Frost shouted, as she climbed over IQ’s body.

IQ had her arm stretched out on the floor behind her head, keeping them as far away from their original owner as possible. “No way! You tore mine up!” She grunted as she tried to push Frost off of her. Her grunts soon became muffled, as her face was now stuck in Frost’s cleavage. IQ stopped squirming for a moment, then moved her free hand towards Frost’s behind.

“Aha! Frost shouted as she grabbed a hold of her pants. Her victory was ruined by a sharp pain in her pussy. “Gah! No wedgies!” She screamed.

IQ’s response was to give her another, harder wedgie, tugging her underwear to the right in an attempt to pull the busty Canadian off of her slender frame.

Frost squealed, then rolled off of IQ’s prone body. As Frost massaged her crotch, IQ grabbed a hold of the pants. “They’re mine!” She said, as she stood up, and started tugging.

Frost’s free hand still held the other end of the pants in a **** grip. “No, they’re… mine” she said, in between groans.

After a few seconds of tugging, the sound of tearing fabric filled the air. IQ froze, her eyes widened as she watched the broken pair of pants float to the ground. She shifted her gaze down to the incapacitated Frost, who had stopped rubbing her crotch. She laughed, sheepishly.

A look of rage spread across Frost’s face. “Run, rabbit. Run.”