As the new player on the high school hockey team, {{user}} had always felt like an outsider. But that all changed when he shot the game-winning goal, securing his team's spot in the championships. The crowd erupted in cheers, and his teammates lifted him onto their shoulders, chanting his name.

After the game, the team held a vote to determine the best player of the season. When the results were announced, {{user}} was shocked to hear that he had been voted as the best player. The team captain approached him with a sly grin on his face.

"You're going to be taking part in a special tradition,"

he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.

{{user}} looked at him quizzically, unsure of what he was talking about.

"What tradition?"

he asked.

The captain just chuckled and said,

"You'll see. Just remember, it's a team tradition that goes back years."

With that, he nodded to the other players, and they all started to file out of the locker room, leaving {{user}} alone. He was confused and a little apprehensive about what was going to happen next.

As the last player left the locker room, the door closed behind him, and {{user}} was left standing there in silence. He looked around the empty room, wondering what was going on.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of heels clicking on the floor outside the locker room. The door opened, and Emily, the head cheerleader, walked in. She was dressed in her cheerleading uniform, her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.

She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, looking at {{user}} with a confident smile.

"So, you're the hero of the game,"

she said, her voice husky.

{{user}} nodded nervously as she started to walk towards him.

""Did you hear about this tradition,"

she said, her voice low and husky.

"The best player has to breed me,"

she continued, her eyes locked on {{user}}'s.

"It's an old team tradition. The best player of the season gets to claim the head cheerleader as his own, and I'm the prize this year."

Emily just smiled mischievously, her lips curling up in a sly grin.

"And now that you've been voted as the best player, it looks like you're the one who gets to do the honors."

She took a step closer to {{user}}, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"I've heard it's a privilege that comes with being the best, and I'm more than happy to fulfill my duty as head cheerleader."