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 Cathy Succumbs to Peer-Pressure Snuff, Impalement, Humiliation, Bullying,
Exhibitionism, High School, Semi-Consensual

   Cathy sat meekly in the stands as the Wilbur City High School Wildcats
faced off against her own school's team, the Bethany High Beavers.  She sat
alone, though the stands were decently full, the other kids at the school
giving the unpopular nerdy girl a wide berth.

   Cathy was a mousy girl, short, with freckles and short brown hair. 
She'd always wanted to be popular, for people to call her "Cat," but
throughout her entire high school career, Cathy hadn't made a single
friend.

   Suddenly, Cathy noticed shadows coming from behind her, covering her in
shade.

   "Well, if it isn't nerdy little Cathy." Natasha spoke as her two
friends, Allison and Riley sat down so that they surrounded Cathy on either
side.  "What's a useless mouse like her doing at the game?"

   "Dunno,"Allison replied, popping a bubble she flew as she looked Cathy
over.  Cathy shrunk in on herself, these three girls had bullied her all
throughout high school, and she was sure now that their final school year
together was almost over that the three girls meant nothing nice for her.
Still, Cathy couldn't help but watch them through the corner of her eyes;
Riley, with her sporty, almost flat chested physique, and Allison, who
tipped the other end of the scale with her bountiful curves and copious ass
and bosom.  She couldn't see Natasha, sitting as she was behind Cathy, but
she remembered the raven-haired girl's swimmer's body and stormy grey eyes
well enough.

   "What...  what do you want Natasha?" Cathy asked, already downtrodden by
the girls' mere presence.

   "It's not what we want, Cathy, but what you want," Natasha replied,
pulling on Cathy's shoulder so that the girl had to turn to face her. 
"Mousy little Cathy..." Natasha drawled, "No one likes you you know."

   Out of the corner of her eyes Cathy could see Allison tousling her curly
blonde hair as she blue yet another bubble, her blue eyes twinkling with
mean-spirited mischief.

   "No one's ever liked you," Natasha continued, "Not your mom and dad, not
the boys, not your teachers, and certainly not us.  It's why you have no
friends," Natasha smiled.  "You're completely, and utterly worthless."

   Riley nodded enthusiastically, her short shaggy brown hair bobbing along
as her eyes smiled happily at Cathy's degradation.

   "But...  we were thinking," Natasha drawled as Cathy shrunk back "there
might be one thing you can do to make people like you..."

   Cathy knew it was a trap, a trick, but she asked anyway.  "What...  what
do you mean?" The lure of having friends was too tempting, not even having
friends, just being liked, even if it was just for the rest of the year. 
Besides, she didn't have to do what they told her to, did she?

   "Have you heard of streaking?" Riley asked.  "Everyone's always saying
what a prude you are.  You cover up your body in those dopey grandma
clothes and ankle length dresses, if you showed them your body they
probably wouldn't hate you as much."

   Cathy froze, strip?  Naked?  Here and now?  Streak across the field? 
She could never"See?  I told you she couldn't do it.  She's too scared."
Allison chimed in.  "What a useless scaredy-mouse."

   Cathy wanted to reply, but Natasha cut her off before she could do more
than open her mouth.  "Of course, Cathy, you're so worthless that even if
you do streak across the field naked it won't be enough to get people to
like you." Natasha paused.  "That's why I had Riley help you out a bit. 
Riley, tell her what you did last night."

   Riley grinned.  "I sharpened the top of the goalposts to a point for
you."

   "A, a point?" Cathy asked confused.

   "Yeah, a point," Allison echoed, "for the second part of your little
show."

   Cathy looked up at Natasha, afraid, but still hopeful, waiting for the
popular girl to explain.

   "You're lucky I took pity on you.  I'm going to give you a beautiful
opportunity.  You're going to make everyone at Bethany High very happy, and
show your school spirit at the same time." Natasha explained.

   Cathy was nervous, and everything in her was telling her not to ask any
more, that no good would come of this, but she asked anyway.  "Wh-what do
you mean?"

   "Well," Natasha began, "a useless whore like you isn't going to make any
friends just showing off your ugly little body.  That's why Allison, Riley
and I set up the goal posts so that you can give the whole school a real
show." Natasha paused.  "We even picked up a few things so you can really
make your show a success!"

   "What...  kind of things?" Cathy asked.  "And what do you mean the
second part of my show?"

   "Gawd!  Why are you so needy?  We'll tell you what the things are when
you need them.  No need to be so pushy about it!" Allison declared.

   "Ah!  Sorry!" Cathy winced, feeling like she was in the wrong even
though everything she said was reasonable.

   "That's okay," Natasha reassured her, "you'll make up for it with your
show," Natasha smiled, and for a moment Cathy wanted to do whatever the
girl asked her to.

   "Once you finish streaking across the field, all you have to do is climb
up the goal posts on our team's side and once you reach the top, use it to
spit that worthless little body of yours!" Natasha added cheerfully, still
smiling.

   "You want me to impale myself on the goal post?" Cathy asked, shocked.
"But I'll die!" She protested.

   "Yeah," Allison immediately replied, "but your life is sort of worthless
now anyway right?  Your ugly, and you have no friends.  No one likes you,
Cathy.  But if you do this they will.  We promise, the guys will love you
and the girls won't hate you anymore..." Allison trailed off in a sing-song
voice.

   Cathy winced.  Maybe she was right?  Her life was worthless.  Maybe it
would be worth it to have people like her, even if she did have to kill
herself to get it.

   "Okay.  I'll do it," Cathy agreed trying to keep her voice from
trembling.

   "You should thank us," Riley interjected, "for letting you do this.  You
don't want to be even more rude, do you?"

   Cathy's eyes widened ss she bowed to social pressure.  "Thank you," she
mumbled, looking down.  It waas hard to hear, but a thank you nonetheless.

   "What do I do now?" Cathy asked.

   "You strip," Natasha replied with audible exasperation.  "God, you
really are stupid aren't you?  It's a good thing we brought all the stuff
you'll need or you might fuck up your only chance to make people like you!"

   Cathy's eyes widened in embarrassment.  "Here?  Now?"

   "Of course here.  And why are you so embarrassed?  They're going to see
you naked anyway once you start streaking, so stand up and strip!" Natasha
ordered.

   Cathy did as ordered, quickly standing up and nervously pulling her
pretty sun dress over her head.  Already people were staring at her, her
fellow students pulling out their phones to record the spectacle, but Cathy
couldn't hear them, and the general roar of the crowd meant that their
shouts were lost in the din.

   With her dress over her head, Cathy couldn't see the reaction of the
crowd to her sudden strip-show, nor could she see the mean-spirited grins
on the faces of her three tormentors, grins that vanished as soon as Cathy
managed to remove her dress completely.

   "Here, I'll take that for you," Allison snatched the dress from Cathy's
hands; trying less to be helpful than to ensure that Cathy wouldn't be able
to put it back on again.

   Cathy stood in a mismatched set of bra and panties, her plain white
granny panties clashing with the daisy yellow bra across her chest.

   "That's what you're wearing?" Allison asked in disgust.  "Take it off
before somebody sees you!" She ordered.

   It was too late of course, almost half the student in the stands were
staring at her now, and those that weren't were quickly being told by their
friends what was happening.  Cathy could see the bright flashes of cell
phones taking pictures, and she could see many more than that pointed at
her!  Cathy froze.  Just for a moment, but too long for her tormentors.

   "I guess she can't do it," Natasha lamented in obviously fake sympathy.
"That's a shame, coming so far only to show off her terrible choice in
panties?  People will hate her even more now."

   The veiled insult galvanized her into action.  Cathy stripped off her
bra, breaking the clasp in her haste to avoid the teasing.  Her fat tits
bounced against her chest with a meaty thwack, the lewd sound accompanied
by at least half a dozen flashes from cell phones taking pictures.

   Cathy froze for a second, clad only in her panties.  People were staring
at her.  She'd never been stared at before, not like this at least.  She'd
been unpopular, and people had looked at her with disgust, but this was
different.  There was still some disgust, mostly from the other girls in
the stands, but there were other looks now as well.  Amusement from her
tormentors, hunger, and even lust!  She'd never been looked at like that
before, and her stomach was twisted into knots at the thought of it.

   "You're so slow!" Allison complained petulantly.  "Finish stripping
already!"

   Cathy flushed, mortified, but followed Allison's order without even
questioning it.  Before she knew it she was stripping off her panties,
revealing her brown furred snatch.

   "Oh wow!" Allison called out.  "The little nerd doesn't even shave!"

   "Be nice," Natasha chastised with saccharine sweetness.  "The little
slut's probably just too dumb to know how..."

   Cathy winced as Natasha trailed off.  She let her panties fall in a pile
around her legs.  She'd always wanted to shave, but she wasn't brave enough
to attempt it, and since she didn't have any friends asking her to go
swimming, and she wasn't dating anyone, she didn't think it would matter if
she didn't shave, down there.

   "Of course, we clearly made the right choice in picking her for this,"
Natasha continued, clearly ignoring Cathy's distress, "she may be pathetic,
but since she's unshaved she sort of looks like a beaver doesn't she?  So
at least she can help school pride when she snuffs it." Natasha declared
easily.

   "Are you sure the little mouse even has a pussy?" Riley asked, reaching
between Cathy's legs from behind and grabbing at the bookworm's crotch.  "I
can't see anything beneath all this fur!" Riley exclaimed, her fingers
running through Cathy's pubes as she prodded trying to find the entrance to
Cathy's cunt.

   "You know, I'm actually not sure," Natasha said grinning.  "Spread your
cunt for us so we can tell if you're actually up to this.  For all we know
you're so sexless that your pussy's closed up and made you completely
useless."

   Cathy flushed almost crimson at the insult.  People were filming her,
her classmates were staring at her, she was already completely naked, and
now this?  Cathy had never been more humiliated in her life, but despite
that, or maybe even because of it, Cathy reached down and spread her pussy
for the bullies to examine.

   "Ugh, she's hideous!" Allison lied as she stared at the soft pink
insides of Cathy's cunt.  "We really are doing her a favor by letting her
snuff herself, aren't we?" The bubbly blonde asked.

   "We definitely are," Natasha agreed grinning wickedly before plunging
her index finger into Cathy's opened snatch.

   Cathy flinched, she'd never had someone else touch her there before! 
She'd always fantasized about her first time, how it would be soft, and
loving.  This wasn't what she'd dreamed of at all!  Natasha was rough an
brusque.  The slender girl wasn't doing this to please her, Cathy realized,
she was only doing it to figure out if she really wanted to let Cathy snuff
herself.

   "She'll do well enough I suppose," Natasha added, pulling her finger
from the girl she'd just degraded.  Natasha smiled, savoring the fact that
she and her friends had so thoroughly degraded the girl that she didn't
even protest when she fingered the little bitch.  "Turn her into a real
Bethany High Beaver, Riley," Natasha grinned stepping back from her victim.

   "With pleasure!" Riley smirked, and before she even realized what had
happened, the athlete dumped an entire bucket of brown paint over Cathy's
head.

   The paint dripped from Cathy's short brown hair, oozing across the nerdy
girl's bare skin slowly in the summer heat.  The paint was warm and sticky.
It slid over her body like molasses running down her face as she stared in
shock at what had happened to her.

   "There!" Riley announced triumphantly.  "You'll look a lot more like a
beaver now!"

   Cathy wanted to cry.  She was naked, unshaved, and covered in dripping
brown paint in front of not just her own school, but their traditional
rivals.  It was humiliating!  And even worse, it was all so that she could
snuff herself for their amusement!  Cathy wanted to protest, to get dressed
and tell the trio that she wouldn't do it; but she couldn't.  Even though
she knew they were mocking her now, and even though she knew it was fatal,
Cathy was going to do it because even though she thought they were lying,
there was still a chance they really were telling the truth, and with all
the pictures of her naked, not to mention covered in paint, that would be
floating around the school now, she feared the trio's reaction if she
refused more than the thought of snuffing herself.

   "There's just one thing left," Natasha prompted.  "Bend over and we'll
make you a real beaver okay?"

   Cathy winced, not knowing what new humiliation her "friends" had planned
for her, but fearing it just the same.  Still, she didn't really have any
other options, so Cathy bent over, bracing herself against the bleachers
below.  Cathy,s new position pushed her jiggly young butt out to an absurd
degree.  The nerdy girl was bent almost double and everyone in the stands
could see her pale white ass as it quivered slightly in the air above her.
Cathy's unshaved snatch was also clearly visible, and the camera flashes
she caught as she looked fearfully over her shoulder at the trio made it
clear that her classmates wouldn't be forgetting it any time soon.

   Riley grabbed the final touch for Cathy's humiliating 'attire' making
sure that the pudgy nerd wouldn't see it until it was too late.  The beaver
tail was something Natasha had made Allison custom-order.  It wasn't heavy,
weighing only about a pound or two in Riley's hand, but the weight would be
much more keenly felt when the 'accessory' was put to proper use.

   Riley grinned as Cathy presented her ass for Riley's perusal.  It was
much bigger and softer than Riley's own.  The tomboy grabbed hold of
Cathy's cushy ass, holding the tail by its base as she lined up the
buttplug topping it with Cathy's asshole.  Then, before the nerd had a
chance to react, Riley shoved the beaver tail buttplug inside her, all the
way to the hilt!

   "Aaaaaaah!" Cathy cried out, shocked, unable to tell what had happened
to her.  The buttplug dangled from her ass, an unaccustomed weight bearing
her down.  She looked frantically over her shoulder, but her body blocked
her view.  Only when Cathy looked underneath her did she see the fat
replica beaver tail dangling from her hind quarters.

   "Perfect!" Natasha smiled widely, before smacking Cathy's ample ass, her
fingertips striking the edge of her pussy.  "Off you go!"

   Cathy didn't think about the crowd watching her, or the fatal end to her
endeavor as she bolted down the stands dripping paint from her hair and
naked body.  No, the pain from Natasha spanking her was what prompted her
into action, like a horse bolting from a pair of spurs.  Cathy clambered
down the stands, passing her classmates and other kids from the school. 
She could hear them laughing at her, watching and filming her.  She could
hear bits of words and phrases like "look at that slut!" and "fat tits" as
she fled.  Natasha had lied to her.  Part of her always knew she was lying
to her, but the truth still hurt, making her heart race as she almost
tripped on her way down from the bleachers.  She ran faster.

   The paint-drenched girl never thought about stopping, or turning back,
even as her ears filled with the taunts of her schoolmates laughing at her.
She streaked, paint drenched and naked across the field, her beaver tail
butt plug slapping loudly against her thighs with each new footfall.

   She reached the field, her floppy tits bouncing unrestrained as she ran
towards the goalposts.  Off to the side, Cathy could see the other team
staring at her as she ran behind the Beavers' defensive line.  They really
were distracted!  She could see her team grab the football, and start to
run with it as the opposing high school's players gaped at her lewd
display.

   She could hear excited shouting behind her, but she couldn't look back.
She was focused on her goal, even if it meant her death because that's what
Natasha and her friends had told her to do.  Pain dripped quickly down her
arms and boobs, coating her skin with rivulets of brown and even covering
the nub of one of her puffy nipples by the time she reached the goalposts!

   With strength pulled from fear, Cathy leaped up and hauled herself up
onto the horizontal bar of the goal post.  She knew she had to do this
quickly, before the paint coated her hands making it impossible to climb.
Her tail flapped behind her like a perverse cape as it caught the breeze
just right, tugging at the dildo in her ass.  Her hands were sweaty, but
her eyes were keen, and Cathy could see the goalpost Riley had told her
about.  It was sanded down to a vicious looking point, just for her.

   It took two tries, but Cathy managed to grip the post firmly with both
hands, pulling herself up it as if it were a rope climb in gym class.  Her
bare feet gripped the pole better than her hands, steadying her as she made
her way up the pole in a mad rush of fear and, though she didn't want to
admit it to herself, excitement.  Cathy had never been this athletic before
in her life, nor this nimble.  She'd always been sort of chubby and nerdy,
but now she was managing to climb the pole with, if not grace or ease, then
at least competence.

   Cathy's enormous tits smacked against either side of the yellow vertical
whenever she shifted, her large tits keeping her steady through fear of
pain, even as they left paint stains behind where they hit.  The sun felt
like it was baking her alive, and the roar of the crowd dulled in her ears
as she focused on her task.  Part of her knew that she didn't have to do
this, that there was no reason to let her bullies force her into killing
herself like this, but that voice was faint, and Cathy had almost
completely ignored it by the time she reached the sharpened top of the
pole.

   For the first time in her climb, Cathy took a second to stare.  The view
was incredible.  She could see the entire field, and she could hear the
crowded bleachers chanting.  "Do it!  Do it!" They wanted her to die.  They
wanted her to spit herself.

   Bracing herself with her feet, Cathy pulled a hand free to spread her
furred snatch wide atop the pointed tip of the pole.  The paint had dripped
down into her bush during her climb and was moving onto her legs.  Cathy
carefully posed herself atop the makeshift spit, squatting down atop the
sanded point even as she groaned at its incredible girth.  Cathy had never
taken anything like this before!

   Cathy looked down, her furred lower lips had engulfed the sharpened
point of the pole completely, and now the width of the pole protruded from
her obscenely stretched snatch.  She was completely lined up.  It was now
or never.

   The naked nerd's stomach lurched as she let go of the pole with both
hands, leaving only her feet to brace her.  She could feel the instrument
of her destruction inside her, as thick as her arm around and longer than
she was tall.  She was a virgin, and this would be the largest thing she'd
ever taken before, maybe the longest anyone had ever taken.  With her eyes
squeezed closed, Cathy released her feet and plummeted onto the makeshift
spit.

   Her life flashed before her eyes as the goalpost tore through her body,
breaking her pussy, piercing her womb and ripping through it into her
organs.  She was dead now, Cathy realized, even if they got her off that
instant, there was no way to save her.  The roar of the crowd filled her
ears as the spit continued it's merciless trek upwards, destroying organ
after organ until it hit her collar bone and stopped, trapping her in
place, helpless, her body completely impaled on the aerial.

   Cathy could feel her blood streaming down the yellow pole beneath her as
it escaped from her ruined snatch.  Her vision was rapidly dimming, she
could still move her limbs, but they felt so heavy.  She struggled to keep
her eyes open as the crowd to the sides went wild, cheering wildly.  She
could see something.  There was something coming for her?  Cathy didn't
notice the hit as the field goal bounced off her paint coated breast and
back onto the field, she was already dead.
   The End