"The Soccer Game By Uri" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/LwCDt5nF Created on: Thursday 23rd of June 2016 10:32:18 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:34:03 AM UTC Mary sighed and stretched tonight was the night of the big soccer game. This will be the biggest game of her life, she thought to herself as her comrades followed suit stretching in preparation. “Alright girls hustle up I have a proposal for you all to hear!” yelled their coach, Hailey. “Considering this will be the last time we ever play against the Green Valley’s girls’ soccer team we should issue a game challenge.” The girls’ murmured between each other. While game challenges were not an uncommon thing it was rarely ever done. If both teams agree to the terms then what ever they agree to by law had to be carried out period end of story. Most teams wouldn’t agree to anything unless it was almost outrages and wouldn’t under normal circumstances be aloud within the law. Mary remembered the last game they lost. She wasn’t a part of the team at the time, but they had once accept a challenge that the losing team had to go naked for a month while going about their normal day. “Now, now, let me finish. This is the Green Valley’s team we are talking about here. When was the last time we lost to them?” One girl, shouted “Never!” Since she was little, Mary could always remember the Rivalry Green Valley and her own town. The Majority of the time their skills in almost every game we equal. Though, they had never lost to the Green Valley’s female soccer team. “That’s right, never. So let’s put our heads together and think of a really big one. One that this town and Green Valley will remember! “ There was chattering and giggling that went around as they bounced ideas off one another. No one really offered up any ideas thought; till after about another five minutes one girl, Jenny, said, “Well, we are kind of running low on meat. How about making them into cattle?” Every girl jumped on her agreeing that it was a superb idea. “Well I guess I don’t need to call a vote. Let’s work out some of the paperwork and then present it to them. “ They agreed that the whole losing team including the captain would resin their human rights and become nothing more than obedient cattle. “Alright, now that the form is complete I’ll go present it to the opposing team.” The girls cheered and watched as their captain left. The whole time though all Mary could think was how satisfying it would be to be on the losing team. How losing her rights and becoming a girl cow, or pig! They waited, chatting about what they would with their human cattle. One girl said she would have a BBQ next week, some girls applauded this idea. Conversations along these lines continued growing making Mary want to be on the losing team more and more, she shook her head she really didn’t want that. No. The door opened and in walked their coach with a beam on her face. “Girls, we have a bet! Let’s go win us some cattle!” The girls cheered following their captain on to the field all with big wide grins on their faces. The crowd cheered as the girls walked out. There was a loud screech as the speakers came alive. “Good Evening ladies and gentlemen! I have just been informed that there has been a Game Challenge issued and accepted by the Green Valley and our own little town!” The crowed looked around at each other not knowing to applaud or what. “The terms are the losing team has to surrender their rights and become cattle! A strange and no doubt exciting challenge! How about it? Let’s hear it for our brave challengers considering past history!” The crowed was defining over the unexpected events to come all wanting to see the end result. The girls took their positions as the man on the other end of the speaker continued to egg on the crowed. Mary watched from her position as goalie. She watched as a referee walked up holding the ball that would decide the fate of a team. He set it down in the center of the field and took a few steps back. The tension was killing everyone, seconds felt like minutes to Mary. When the referee blew the whistle it echoed though her mind and before she knew it the ball was in the net behind Mary. The crowed was stunned. Everyone in their seats awestruck, surprise Mary looked at the clock. It said that a whole minute had gone by; her team looked at her bewildered. She was the best goalie for more than three towns how could she have let this one get by her so easily. As the game progressed everything seemed to go wrong, one right after the other. Tonya their best offensive player, every kick would either be blocked or miss. Jenny, their best defense, she couldn’t even slow them down. There was the sound of a whistle Mary gathered with her team. The look on the coach’s face the horror that could be seen behind her eyes. “What is up with you girls? You’re the best team for miles so what is going on?” All the girls looked at their feet in shame, so far the game was 0-6. “Maybe,” Jenny paused “Maybe, we are just having a bad day?” “Well this isn’t the best day to have one now, is it?” The coach looked like she was on the verge of tears. A few of the girls were traded out in hopes that they weren’t having the same luck as the rest were, Mary being one of them. She was traded out for Emma who wasn’t as good, but considering the circumstances was better than nothing. Mary stopped paying any attention to the game, she was too lost in her own thoughts about what might happen if they actually lost. She remembered one of her teammates talking a BBQ. She couldn’t help but wonder what she might look like if she was turning on a spit? In her mind she looked very pretty and dare she say “tasty.” There was a cheerer from the crowed bringing Mary back to reality. Looking at the board the game was tied 7-7 with only nine seconds left. One of the opposing team’s players, number 68, was running, kicking the ball past everyone who tried to stop her. Five seconds and Emma was the only thing standing between number 68 and the last point to win them the game. Mary’s heart was racing, she wanted to cheerer like everyone one else for Emma. Something stopped her though. Something insider her was saying, “Throw the game! Let us lose!” So she watched in silence. Not wanting her thoughts to betray her. Four, the Green Valley girl kicked the soccer sending it flying toward the goal. Three, Emma jumped trying to put herself between the net and the ball. Two, it wasn’t enough! Emma was too fast it went over her. One, the net stretched as the soccer ball’s momentum pushed it forward. Zero, the buzzer rang signaling the end of the game and the fortune of her and the team. Green Valley’s team rushed onto the field lifting their champion into the air. Mary and the rest of them knew what was expected of them and began to strip, for what cattle wore clothing. After the initial joy had finished the Green’s Valley’s team stopped to look at their reward. They first pointed and laughed boasting at their victory. Then began to poke and prod at each girl, saying how they might make a great cow or pig. “Girls don’t be so rude. It was a fair and close game near the end.” Their Coach scolded as she made her way to the front. “Though, we do seem to have a problem, we weren’t expecting to come back with, hmm… so much well trained cattle.” The girl, their champion walked to the front.”I have an idea! Why don’t we have a victory feast here? Give back to those who so graciously offered their herd?” “Oh! That would be an excellent idea, but where are we going to hold the feast?” “I have a few barbecue pits in my back yard and an oven at least big enough to fit one of these nice little pigs! And we ain’t too far here nether.” shouted a man. When Mary turned her head to see who it was Emma’s dad his wife right beside him looking delighted. “DAD,” Emma shouted embarrassed. “Now that isn’t noway a pig should be talking to a farmer,” scolded Emma’s mother. She looked down her cheeks red as could be. “Oh, thank you so much Mr…?” “Oh call me James and this here my wife Catherin.” “How do you do?” asked Catherin holding out her hand in greetings. “We will be glad to take you up on your offer! Just lead the way!” *************** The cattle girls were loaded into the back of James’s truck and brought to his home. *************** “Alright line them up! How many pits do you have?” “I’ve got four of ‘em with one oven so we can cook up five little piggys!” “So let’s pick out five.” “Mind if I pick out one?” ask Catherin. “Of course, we couldn’t be having this without your help!” “Great! Then in that case I’d like to roast this little pig!” She pulled out Emma and started to walk toward the kitchen. Emma had a look of shock and horror, but complied following her mother to her juicy demise. The next person to go was Jenny. She was lead by James with what looked like a smile into the back yard. They wanted to take caption Hailey, but their caption opposed it. “Look at these udders!” She grabbed one of her tits, “We can get some good milk from these!” They played with her boobs more, some sucking trying to get some milk before walking up to Mary, who, when being examined presented herself. She continued to try and make herself look more appealing, but why? “Mmh, look at this one. Oh won’t you look nice roasting over the coals. Not much breast meat, but that ass!” The girl spanked her butt “Take her too.” Mary was lead away to the back yard to see Jenny on a table with a spit partly insider her already. She walked past just in time to see the cold steel part her lips, she looked so happy. Why? Why was she so happy to become meat on a stick? “Leave her there help finish this one and get her over the coals.” While the James and the soccer girl tied Jenny up, Marry looked inside though the glass doors to see Emma. She looked like a pig; butt in the air, her fists bound underneath her chin propping her head up, a red apple in her mouth. Her mother was spreading some sort of sauce on her butt. Mary had to admit, she looked delicious. There was a look of disbelief in Emma’s eyes. Like she couldn’t believe that not only was she just a pig now for roasting, but that her own mother was the one going to cook her! Catherin stood up looking satisfied with her handiwork. She said some more things, Mary couldn’t hear. She then watched as Catherin slowly pushed the fearful Emma head first into the oven. When she saw the oven door shut, Mary felt a thrill go though her. She couldn’t wait for it to be her turn. What? What was she thinking? She didn’t want to be food, or. No, she did not, not want to be food. She couldn’t believe herself. Mary felt a hand thrust her onto the table, breaking her thoughts. She felt cold steel on her butt, then it being thruster into her. She expected pain; she thought there would be pain. Instead, there was only bliss in her mind. She could feel it making its way through her body, to the back of her throat. She watched as the spit parted her lips and that is when she realized. All her life, she never knew what she wanted to be. Sure she was great at soccer, but making it a career takes the fun out of it. She was also never really good at anything else. For the first time in her life she knew who she was, she knew what she wanted to be, what she was. She was a pig plain and simple, ready for roasting. She stared as the spit grew longer and longer. Her wrists were bound behind her back and her legs strapped to the cold metal. She watched as the next girl, Tonya, was lead in a look of regret on her face. Mary hopped she would soon feel the same bliss she did, before she was lifted up and carried away. As Mary was moved to her pit she saw Jenny, wiggling still alive being spun, cooked, and covered in sauce by a Green Valley girl. The Joy on Jenny’s face and in her eyes made Mary all the more excited. When she was finally placed over the coals she could feel the intense heat cooking her pig flesh, she knew exactly how Jenny felt. Though she had to admit, when they started to spread the barbeque sauce on her skin it was almost orgasmic. As Mary watched as her world spun in circles, as the other two girls were skewered and set to roast like her. She squirmed trying to keep the feeling of pleasure going. Mary lost track of time as she jiggled on her spit. She was about to build up to another orgasm when she felt the edge of darkness creeping in. No, she had to come at least one more time before the end! At that moment a fork was jabbed into her butt. Waves of pleasure raced though Mary making her jerk hard one more time before she stopped moving. The girl who poked her Number 68 giggled, “I think she just died! Guess the heat finally got to her. Means she is almost done and we get to eat her soon!” News spread quickly and was so wide spread and popular that it basically became a rule. It not only made the games a lot more entertaining, but also supplied good cattle! One thing was for sure though; both towns never forgot that day.