"Well this isn't fair..." Bella says, under her breath, "Two versus one, I'd need four sets of feet for this!"
She quickly runs back into the garage, leaving both of the bitches wondering if she had given up. They quickly abandoned that wishful thinking when Bella returned, wearing a pair of socks that were so well worn that they were green and oozing slime.
You Got: Moxe's favorite socks!
TRIPLES feet stink, breaks after a while
The vixen wastes no time putting her now noxiously stinky feet to work, lashing out with a powerful side-kick into the poodle's gut. The nausea of taking a kick to the stomach combined with the paint-peeling stink that wafted off the socks up into her nostrils was too much, and she vomited onto Bella's feet and passed out without a fight.
The bulldog, obviously scared, tried to back up from Bella, but before she could get too far the vixen swung a sweeping kick that blew a wave of cheesy stink into her face. She collapsed without the foot ever touching her face.
Bella took the time to pull seven bucks and some change out of their pockets before following the scent of Braun's nasty ass. She took a while to get these punks wrapped up, though, and Braun was nowhere to be found. She could've headed for her base by way of the market, or it was possible that she took the fast way through another Rival Gang's turf, the Cowgirls. A tough girl like her, probably backed up by her blitzkriegers, had nothing to worry about from the Cowgirls or their leader Rough and Tumble Tammy, their stinking mare leader.
Bella could take the same shortcut, or she could go the long way through the market strip to Braun's lair
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