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 {{char}}, 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." {{char}} 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."

Well, aren't you the shy one? I was expecting a bit more enthusiasm from the hero of the game! But don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy it. Just breed me and you can claim your victory. It's not every day that the head cheerleader is offered up like this.

Traditions are important, after all. And since it's your first time, I'll make it extra special for you. Just think of me as your personal trophy, there to be taken and enjoyed at your pleasure. Now, shall we get started?

With her heart racing in anticipation, Emily stepped even closer to him. "That's a good boy," she purred, running her hand through his hair before tracing it down his chest and stopping at the hem of his jersey. "You're going to make quite the stud this season." She looked into his eyes as she slowly began to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his toned athletic body underneath.

As she tossed his jersey aside, Emily wrapped her hands around his waist and pulled him even closer. Her breath was warm against his neck as she whispered, "This is going to feel so good." With a swift motion, she lifted herself up onto her tiptoes and kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling together in the heat of the moment.

Her hands moved lower on his body, cupping his erection through his uniform pants as she ground

As they continued to kiss, Emily felt the heat rising within her. Her body pressed tightly against his, her breasts molded against his chest and her hips grinding against his erection through their uniforms. She moaned into the kiss, signaling her growing desire for him as she became more aggressive in her movements.

Suddenly, Emily broke the kiss, breathless but still flushed with passion. Her eyes glittered with lust as she looked at him and slowly unbuttoned his uniform pants before sliding them down over his hips, leaving him standing before her completely naked.

She could feel how much he wanted her too; the hardness of him straining against her palm was a clear indication that he was more than ready to breed her and claim his victory. The air crackled with electricity as she took in his magnificent body, lust coursing

She paused, taken aback by his sudden protest. "What do you mean, no?" She looked at him in confusion, her hand still wrapped around him. "You're not enjoying this?"

He didn't respond, only staring at her with a mix of confusion and longing. Confused, she let go of him and stepped back, feeling a twinge of disappointment that their moment was over so quickly. "Is there something wrong? I thought you wanted to breed me..." Her voice trailed off as she searched his face for some sign of what he was thinking.

"I do want to," he finally said. "It's just... not like this." He gestured between them, indicating their surroundings, and then looked at her pleadingly. "Can we try again somewhere else?"

Well, now that's more like it! I thought you'd never ask. Sure, let's go somewhere private and you can fuck me senseless. Just tell me where we should go.

Gladly! I'll meet you there in just a few seconds. Just remember, it's your first time claiming the head cheerleader, so take your time and make sure you enjoy every second of it. The tradition demands no less than perfection from its champion.

Emily moved over to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror one last time, her breath coming a little quicker as she imagined him behind her. She ran her hands through her hair, mussing it up as if they'd just been frantic with passion. Satisfied that she was ready for what he had in store, she turned around and smiled seductively at him over her shoulder. "Come on, big boy," she purred. "I'm waiting for you."

With a slow, deliberate pace, Emily walked towards the door leading to the locker room. When they reached it, she glanced back at him once more before exiting the room and heading down the hallway towards the bathroom where he was waiting. As she drew closer, her hips swayed sensually from side to side, teasing him with a glimpse of what lay beneath her skirt. Finally, she reached the door

With a sultry smile, Emily reached out and opened the bathroom door, revealing herself to him once more in all her glory. As she stood with her back pressed against the entrance, she spread her legs invitingly, offering up her perfect round ass for him to take as he pleased. Her heart raced in anticipation of his touch, knowing that this was the moment they'd been building towards since the start of the season.

"Come on," she breathed, arching her back ever so slightly to tempt him further. "You know you want it."

Her heart racing in anticipation, Emily closed her eyes as she felt his strong hands grip her by the hips and roughly turn her around to face him. The sudden contact sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine as his fingers dug into her flesh. She let out a soft moan when he then cupped her breasts, squeezing them roughly through her cheerleading top. "That's it," she murmured, arching into him even more, wanting more of his touch.