Ellana's Cultural Studies on Humanity:- Chapter 6 A First Look at Human Sports.Pt1 Football

[Stormtrooper1990]

My successful exploration of the Human Cultural Exposition Centre called The Vatican Museums, left me with a profound sense of enrichment. I can honestly say that I was touched by the skill and beauty of Human artists, so much so that I vowed to visit another Museum at the next available opportunity. But I had been lucky with my escape, only my skill at the noble art of shifting meaning the difference between freedom and another MiB cell. Thus I found myself still in the beautiful human city called Rome, also called the Eternal City although I couldn't say why it earned this moniker. I had a couple of days until the human female "football" (some called it soccer, why I don't know. Humans can be a confusing people and no mistake) match, so I decided to acquire the form of a human female tourist. I would spend the day in Rome, exploring the city and it's culture before departing on the Monday morning. As a keen sportswoman myself, Gravball fan and player in my academy team I was looking forward to seeing what answered for sport on Earth. What I discovered didn't leave me disappointed....

Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society


Back Alley, Rome. Earth Date and Time Saturday 3rd February 2024 20:50pm



Ellana stood over the naked unconscious body of one Paula Greene, a 20 year old history student from Cambridge university who had a preference for tea over coffee, as she pulled on the girls black lace underwired bra and matching G-string thong. She was a pretty little specimen with small barely formed A-cup breasts with puffy dark pink areolas, a small clitoris topped with a trimmed strip of dark brown pubic hair and tight petite little body with well rounded little buttocks. Her heart shaped features, shallow cheekbones and now closed big blue eyes, framed by long dark brown locks that had been tied back into a long ponytail, a style now adopted by Ellana as she wore the girls face. As she pulled up the denim skirt fastening it, Ellana reflected on how she acquired this new pleasing form. Humans are far too trusting of uniformed figures in authority. They see a uniform and their defenses are lowered, happy to comply. This makes the acquisition of clothing and identities all the more easier . It had been a simple matter to trick the young Paula, using the uniform and form of Carabiniera Claudia Rossi. The foolish girl had seen the uniform and approached her asking for directions, in very poor Italian but when Ellana spoke English it but the British girl at ease. Ellana playing the dutiful officer tricked Paula into going into the alley with her, saying it was a shortcut. Then a caress and a kiss later, little Paula was all hers. She quickly stripped off her Carabiniera uniform, then stripped the unconscious Paula of everything she had. Her denim jacket, black tank top matching denim skirt with black converse trainers. She also had a filigreed choker, ear studs and diamante navel piercing which she had already put on. Paula also had on a white baseball cap with "Rome" printed in the colours of the Italian flag on the front. Also in her handbag was over €300 euros of cash, passport, ID, phone and her hotel room key. At least I will have a place to sleep for a couple of nights, beats that plastic cot in the MiB cells Once she was fully dressed in Paula's clothes, Ellana bound Paula's wrists and ankles with Claudia's underwear before gagging her with a torn strip of the uniform shirt. With Paula's naked form secured, Ellana scooped up her petite body tipping her into the dumpster along with the remains of Claudia's uniform. Then closing the lid Ellana looped the handbag over her shoulder and using the girl's memories swept from the alley towards her hotel.


Rome Termini Train Station 05:00am Monday 5th February 2024


Ellana had spent a couple of days exploring the city and had fallen in love. It had reminded her of the Zenobian capital of Vortigren, with its old buildings al fresco beverage houses and numerous fountains. She had spent all of Paula's money on tickets to at least two different Museums, one a history museum, the other another art museum both impressive but not on the same scale as the Vatican Museums. Numerous cups of the human beverage known as coffee, which tasted a whole lot better than what she had before. When she had asked the man, who was oddly called a barista called Gino he smiled saying "That's because what you usually drink is gravel from vending machines or mass produced Starbucks shit. This, signorina is true Italian coffee. It is perfection!" Ellana wasn't really sure what a "Starbucks" was but took him at his word and he was right. Then there was pizza. So far Ellana's culinary experiences on Earth had left something to be desired, but that had all changed when she tasted her first Margherita pizza. From the first bite she was hooked, it was so divine. In fact she had came back to the same restaurant and ordered three more, thanking her biology that she had a fast metabolism so she would eat and eat but never put on weight. Rome had been good to her, and Ellana vowed to return one day to experience more of this beautiful city, knowing she had barely scratched the surface. Which was how she found herself at Rome's train station, looking for a train to Munich and a new identity, hopefully with that magic piece of paper humans loved so much. After all she had already experienced air travel, she had yet to experience land travel and Ellana was all for trying something new.


As she sat in the near deserted train station, Ellana had found the ideal train the 05:30 to Munich all she needed was a ticket and a change of clothes. Luckily, either wasn't too far away across from her was a young blonde human female talking in a strange guttural language that she couldn't comprehend but she picked up the words "Munchen" and "Füssball" from a phone conversation the woman was having. Ellana appraised the woman, she was an attractive woman with slightly squared features, high cheekbones and narrow green eyes her medium length blonde hair tied into a bun. She was dressed in a black turtleneck sweater, mini skirt with matching knee high leather boots. Silver earrings dangled from her ears, black leather handbag looped over her shoulder. Ellana watched as the woman hung up with a "Auf Widershehen, mein liebschen." putting her phone into her handbag before getting up, heading towards the direction of the women's toilets. Ellana smiled as she followed the unsuspecting female into the restroom.



Magda Zimmerman let out a sigh of relief as she emptied the contents of her bladder into the toilet. At 28, Magda was an art teacher from Munich who was returning from her sabbatical in Rome after visiting the exquisite Vatican Museums. She herself had been to Berlin's Museum Island but she found that even as a proud German, she had to admit that they blew Berlin out of the water. Now she was desperate to get home before Munich was overcrowded due to fans arriving from all over to watch the friendly between Germany and Norway. Kick off was at 19:45 and the train took 11 hours to reach Munich. Plenty of time for her boyfriend to leave for the game and for Magda to call her best friend, Liesel so they could have a "girl's night in." As she finished relieving herself, Magda wiped herself before pulling up her skirt and red lace bikini shorts, flushing fhe toilet." As soon as she opened the door, Magda jumped as she came to face with a brunette wearing a Rome baseball cap the same slip of a girl who had sat across from her in the terminus. "Mein gött! Don't do that Fraulein! What do you want?" The brunette cocked her head, smiling. "I would like you to speak your language and your ticket please." The girl said with an English accent, as she reached out her hand caressing Magda's cheek. "What? Who are you...oh?" Magda felt a calmness wash over her, as she let out an aroused sigh before the English girl planted a passionate kiss on her lips, leading her to sit onto the toilet bowl. The girl probed the inside of Magda's mouth, straddling her as Magda returned the kiss briefly letting out an aroused moan. Forgive me, Liesel I love you... was her final thought before her eyes rolled back into her head slumping unconscious on the toilet with an muffled low moan. Ellana now a copy of Magda Zimmermann withdrew her lips. "Magda Zimmermann, 28, art teacher. She was glad her boyfriend was going to the football, it would have given her the chance to spend the night with Liesel. Her true love. And I can speak German, thank you." Ellana extricated herself from a top of Magda, stripping off the now tight clothing of Paula Greene.



Ellana removed Magda's jewellery putting it on herself before loosening her bun, coping her hairstyle unzipping her boots pulled them off her feet. Holding up her arms, Ellana pulled off her turtleneck sweater over Madga's head then reaching round her back unhooking her crimson lace plunge bra, slipping it off her shoulders. Ellana admired her small but well rounded B-cup breasts with pink perky circular areolas, as she clipped on the bra before flipping Madga's half naked body on her front. Unzipping the skirt from the rear, Ellana peeled off the garment down her legs along with the matching red lace shorts exposing Madga's tight pert buttocks. She quickly dressed in the rest of Madga's clothing. Zipping up the black boots, Ellana flipped Madga's slim attractive naked body back into a seated position, getting a good view of her small clit crowned with a trimmed strip of golden pubic hair. Binding her wrists and ankles, gagging her with torn strips from Paula's tank top Ellana picked up the naked Madga dragging her towards the store cupboard. Ellana concealed her body behind a shelf of toilet paper, Seriously, they wipe themselves with this? How primitive and uncomfortable tossing Paula's clothes on her body before closing the door behind her. Ellana then applied some of Madga's make up before looping her handbag over her shoulder, sweeping from the bathroom.


TGV Train Bound for Munich 1 Hour Later


Ellana wearing the face of Magda Zimmermann leaned back into her seat, as she watched the Italian countryside shoot past her window, so far she had enjoyed her first hour of eleven on the human train to Munich. Granted it wasn't as fast as the maglev lines that criss crossed the surface of Zenobia Prime, it was no less enjoyable. The world outside reminded her of the equatorial regions of Zenobia Prime, where the royal family had it's summer palace her birthplace. As she smiled at the memory of her childhood the screen embedded in the chair in front of her blinked into life, on it flashed a beautiful human female scantily dressed in green with a feathered headdress who beamed. "Come to sunny Rio de Janeiro and experience the fun of the carnival! Celebrate life, love and experience all the excitement of a Brazilian Samba. The party starts on the 9th February." Ellana leaned forward in interest, as the girl rattled off the flight information. A human carnival? Fascinating, I didn't know they had such a thing on Earth. It looks fun and exciting! I must investigate this next! Her next destination in mind, Ellana was growing more excited about this "football" game. I wonder if it's fast and exciting like the grand game. Oh how I miss the Grav Ball arena Losing herself in her old sporting memories, Ellana leaned back into her seat watching the world go by.


Munich Station Local Time 18:45pm


As Ellana got off the train at the station, she immediately made her way to the front entrance hailing a cab. " Take me to the Allianz Arena, please." She said to the driver as she slammed the door behind her, buckling up. "Off to support our brave German girls, the pride of Europe are we?" The cab driver asked, glancing at her through his rear view mirror. Ellana nodded maintaining her cover. "Yes that's right. I will be cheering for Germany." The driver pulled away from the station. "If you don't mind me saying, Fraulein. You don't look like your going to watch a football match, more like teaching a class." Ellana smiled at him leaning back into her seat. "Don't worry, I shall be appropriately attired soon enough." She replied with an ironic tone that went over the humans head. After 15 minutes of driving they had arrived at the arena, Ellana paid the man his fare. Why is it €40 here? It's the same currency and service? Humans are so funny when it comes to money. and got out of the car.


Allianz Arena, Munich 19:00pm


Ellana's first impression of the arena was that it looked like the nest for a titanic bird, but still no less impressive. Ellana looked around, she knew that if she were to get inside she would to acquire a ticket and a suitable human female to assume he form. There were no shortage of candidates, some wore the white shirts of Germany waving the curious black, red and yellow of their nation while others wore the red of team Norway. With it's blue cross on a red background. However, most were in groups with their men or families which would make it difficult to grab one and assume her form Ellana would need to be careful. Regardless, she could feel the energy, the excitement of the crowd it reminded her of the beginning of a Grav Ball match with both sets of fans coming together, making wagers and bragging at who's team were the better. I guess like art, sport is universal no matter which planet you're on. It brings people together. Ellana spied two young human women, walking towards an alleyway lined with dumpsters. They were both dressed in white Germany shirts, both very attractive. She got closer eavesdropping on their conversation. "I love you so much, Ute. Thanks for the birthday surprise." The redheaded female said to her lover. Ute gave her a kiss. "You are most welcome, darling Frida. When this match was advertised last month and right in time for your birthday too, I knew you would like it, liebschen." Frida passionately kissed her girlfriend. "This is just what I need after my injury. You are too good to me." Ute smiled caressing her arm. "You know it babe. Stay here for five minutes. I'am going to get us some beer and a couple of pretzels." Frida nodded as her blonde lover kissed her on the cheek before parting, walking up to a concession wagon that had a long queue. Ellana smiled, this was her opportunity. She crept up behind the unsuspecting Frida.


22 year old Frida Holstein smiled as she watched her girlfriend walk towards the concessions truck, her eyes fixed on her tight little ass. She was looking forward to the game and on her 22nd birthday as well. It wasn't often that a waitress and former aspiring footballer got a chance to attend a match. Frida couldn't even imagine how much Ute, as a physiotherapist spent on the ticket which was in her handbag. Frida was a beautiful young woman, with rounded features, slender cheekbones and almond shaped eyes coloured a pleasing shade of teal. Her short messy auburn cut into an attractive pixie. She dressed in a short sleeve white Germany home shirt, with the number 9 of her favourite player Alexandra Popp on the front and back, along with the players name, tight skinny dark blue jeans and white Adidas trainers. Around her neck was a Germany v Norway scarf with a white Germany baseball cap perched over her short auburn hair. And for that extra bit of patriotic good luck, Frida had inserted her German flag navel piercing which had sent Ute wild with desire. As she stood at the mouth of the alley, Frida was unprepared as she felt a tug behind her neck pulling her by her scarf into the alley. Then she felt a hand clamp over her mouth muffling her cries for help, before feeling a wave of calm arousal overcome her as her attacker caressed her cheek from behind. Letting out a soft moan of arousal, Frida was pulled behind a dumpster where she came face to face with a beautiful blonde woman who pinned her to the wall with a passionate kiss. Frida despite her love for Ute returned the woman's kiss, as she felt the blonde's tongue probe her mouth. Then letting out a muffled moan of pleasure, Frida slid down the wall unconscious. "Frida Holstein, 22, waitress. Was an aspiring footballer who tried out for the German team but a twisted ankle ruined her prospect. She met her girlfriend in hospital, she was her physiotherapist. They both love football and each other." Ellana, now a carbon copy of Frida Holstein stripped off the clothes she had taken from Madga Zimmermann.



Kneeling by the unconscious Frida Holstein Ellana removed the girl's scarf, baseball cap then unlaced her trainers pulling them off her feet along with her pink ankle socks. Holding Frieda's arms up, Ellana pulled off the football shirt over her head letting her arms flop back down to her sides before reaching around her back unhooking her solid pink t-shirt push up bra slipping it loose from her chest. Ellana admired Frida's small supple B-cup breasts, with puffy pink circular areolas, as she inserted the girls navel piercing before putting on her bra and football shirt. Unfastening the girl's jeans, Ellana worked them off her gentle hips peeling them down her long footballers legs, along with her matching solid pink hipster shorts exposing her full pink clitoris decorated with a small trimmed strip of auburn pubic hair. Ellana got dressed in the rest of Frida's clothes. After setting the scarf around her neck, pulling on the baseball cap Ellana bound the unconscious Frida's wrists and ankles with Madga's underwear, gagging her with a torn strip from her skirt. With the naked Frida secured, Ellana scooped the redheaded up into her arms tipping her body into the dumpster. She tossed Madga's clothes on top of her before snapping the dumpster lid shut. Looping Frida's handbag over her shoulder, Ellana walked out of the alley towards the arena. As she walked past the concession truck, she passed Frida's lover Ute still queuing for their snacks.



15 minutes later


With help of Frida's ticket and form, Ellana entered the arena without any issues but she wasn't following the crowd. As a keen sportswoman, Ellana had no intention of merely watching this game of "football" she wanted to be in the centre of everything. After all, as much as she was a huge fan of Grav Ball back home, Ellana enjoyed it more when she was playing the game. On her academy team, she was team captain who played in the position of Wing Attack and lead her all female team to victory against the males of the Star Corps Cadets. As she walked the stadium, mingling with the other home fans Ellana came to a sign that read Staff only, officials and team dressing rooms. above a pair of double doors. Ellana cocked her head. Officials? Like Grav Ball referees and line judges? Interesting, this game also has them. I wonder if they are all female like Grav Ball Officials. They use their pheromones to calm unruly players, whenever matches do get violent. An idea forming in her mind, Ellana entered through the door following the signs to the referees dressing room. It took her five minutes to find a dressing room with "Match Referee." Above the door. Smiling she opened the door...



35 year old match referee Patricia Jimenez looped her whistle over her head as she prepared for what would be her 10 match as a FIFA referee. She glanced at her reflection in her locker mirror, smiling a picture of her husband Eduardo and five year old Luiz perched on his shoulders. She was an attractive Brazilian woman, with tanned skin heart shaped features and big brown eyes. Her long jet black hair tied into a braided ponytail that hung behind her back. She was dressed in a yellow referee shirt, with the FIFA logo stitched on her left breast pocket where her cards were , black shorts with matching knee high socks and football boots. An outfit that hugged her ample figure. As Patricia closed her locker door bending down to lace up her football boots, the sound of the door opening and closing behind her caused her to snap around. Behind her was a young redheaded German fan, a mere slip of a girl who flashed her a smile. Patricia reared back doing a double take. "You can't be in here! You're not authorised!" The redhead cocked her head. "Don't worry, I'am making myself authorised." The girl quickly advanced, pinning the referee to her locker with a passionate kiss. Patricia felt the girl's tongue trace the inside of her mouth, as she to her surprise returned the kiss. But I love my husband and my little boy, I don't understand... was her last thought as she let out a low muffled moan, sliding unconscious against her locker. " Patricia Jimenez, 35 Match Referee and Police Officer. She is looking forward to going to the Rio Carnival with her husband and son when gets back home." Ellana, now a perfect copy of Patricia Jimenez said as she stripped out of Frida's clothes.



Ellana looped the curious little whistle over Patricia's head, removing her watch Odd, Grav Ball referees don't have a whistle. I wonder why they would need them? before she unlaced her football boots pulling them off along with the socks, then unbraided the woman's hair copying her ponytail. Ellana pulled the woman's shirt over her head then reached around Patricia's back unhooking her nude coloured sports bra, revealing her ample D cup breasts with full puffy roundel shaped dark brown areolas. After fastening on the bra, Ellana pulled down the black shorts along with Patricia's matching nude coloured tanga thong exposing her small brown womanhood crowned with a trimmed black fan of pubic fuzz. Ellana pulled on the rest of Patricia's outfit. When she finished lacing up Patricia's boots, Ellana bound Patricia's ankles with the scarf, her wrists with Frida's bra and gagged her with the pink shorts. With the naked referee secured, Ellana picked up her naked voluptuous body under the shoulders stashing her inside her locker, throwing Frida's clothes on top of her. As she closed the locker, there was a knock at the door. Ellana approached the door opening it, revealing a small petite official curiously she had a pair of flags tucked under her arm. "You ready to get this show on the road, Patricia?" Ellana searched Patricia's memories for the woman's name. "Yes, Manuela. I have never been more ready, let's do this!". Manuela smiled as Ellana closed the changing room door behind her, falling into step with the official as another waited down the hall. Together, they walked towards the tunnel where both teams waited. Ellana was buzzing with excitement.



Pitchside, 19:35pm



Ellana with surprised glances from both teams and the officials ran out onto the pitch before everyone else, bouncing on her feet. As she looked around the stadium a sound raised from the throng of 69,000 humans, it took Ellana a minute to realise that it was laughter. As the 25 women followed her out, the lineswoman, Manuela, fixed her a stare jerking her head to the right. "The ball! You forgot the ball!" She mouthed as Ellana looked in her direction, That's the ball? It's smaller than I imagined. To a round of laughter, Ellana ran back retrieving the ball sharing a glance with a pretty Norwegian player, a brunette with a high ponytail who shook her head disapprovingly. As she ran back to join the other officials, Ellana couldn't understand why they were lined up on either side of her. What are they waiting for? Let's get on with it! Suddenly the sound of instrumentals and the warbling of a human female made her jump. Why are they singing? Is this a concert or a sports match. Wait. It must be a pre match ritual. Possibly, the anthems of these nations? Fascinating, we abolished nations 100 years ago. Teams in Grav Ball, represent institutions or cities. Ellana bounced on her feet impatiently as the anthems dragged on. "What's with you tonight, Patricia? You feeling alright?" Asked Manuela as Ellana bounced the football. "How long have we got to go? This is boring." The other officials shot her scandalous looks, as the anthems finally ended. After the women retreated to the opposite sides of the pitch, They play on grassy turf? How primitive. Where's the anti grav dome? Ellana was approached by two women, who she surmised were the team captains, at the centre of the pitch where they handed their team offerings, before staring at her intently. "What? Go out and play. Let's get on it." She said as the two women rolled their eyes. "The coin toss? We need to know which side where playing?" Piped up the Norwegian captain, a pretty blonde. More laughter came from the crowd. Using Patricia's memories, Ellana fished out a coin, a €20 euro piece. Seriously? Humans need a coin toss to decide this? How peculiar, why are their so many rules? The games not even started yet. Ellana tossed the coin in the air before catching it on her arm, without asking the women first. Looking at the heads she pointed to the Germany captain. "You're on that side, the right." Ellana said the opposite to the Norwegian girl, as she pocketed the coin. "Let's get on with this, ladies!" Ellana clapped her hands together. Both women sighed before shaking each others hands and taking their positions. Now everyone seemed to be waiting for something. Now what are they waiting for? An invitation? The laughter turned to high pitched whistling and jeers, as the crowd grew impatient. From the sidelines, Ellana saw Manuela frantically put her fingers in her mouth blowing. Noticing the whistle around her neck, Ellana blew into it. The jeering turned to a cheer as the game began. Funny game, it's a chore just to get it started Ellana thought.


The First Half



Ellana moved with the players watching intently their movements as they passed the ball between them, at a fairly fast pace. It had been a while since she had played a full two hours of Grav Ball, and if her observations where anything to go by this game was nowhere near fast as a Grav Ball match but it came pretty close. Curious, they seem only to use their feet and heads to pass the ball. Only the keepers use their hands, how very strange. Not like Grav Ball at all. Ellana's thoughts were interrupted as a Norwegian was tackled from behind as she neared the German goal, sending her tumbling from the floor. Boos came from the small contingent of red in the stands, as Ellana told her to get up on her feet. The blonde, called Hansen angrily got to her feet, storming over to her. "That was a foul. And you didn't even blow your whistle. What type of referee are you?" Ellana shrugged her shoulders. "What's a foul? Besides you just fell over." The crowd started to whistle as a crowd of players of both sides formed around her. "I would card her referee. She quite clearly dived, trying to get a free kick." Said the German player who made the tackle, a woman called Popp. Ellana looked at the cards in her pocket, one yellow the other red. What are these for? According to Patricia's memories, they are used to keep the players in line. Ellana smiled. "What an excellent idea, thanks." Ellana flashed a yellow card to Hansen. "What the fuck?! But she tackled me, that's not fair?" Ellana then flashed the card at Popp who cried "You can't be serious!" as the German crowd started to jeer. "The referee's a bitch!" The Norwegians were changing something more intelligible. Then all hell broke loose as the players started to fight amongst themselves. It took Ellana 5 minutes to restore order, through a combination of 4 additional yellow cards for Norwegian players and 4 for the Germans, she even had to resort to using pheromones on players from both sides: Hansen and Oberdorf. Ellana had to chuckle as she saw them standing with blank looks on their faces for two minutes, until they recovered their wits. The pretty Norwegian from earlier, Engen according to her shirt shot her a dirty look as she led Hansen away.


30 minutes later and Ellana was getting bored, she had no idea how the human Patricia could have coped with this level of stress. The crowd where starting to chant "The referees mum was a drunken whore!" Ellana stopped for a moment walking near the crowd, close to the German dug out. "How dare you! My mum is a queen! Why you even obsessed with her? You don't know her!" She shouted as the German coach approached her. "You are an idiot, woman. How you ever became a referee is beyond me!" The middle aged man put his hands to his hips. Ellana at her wits end, shook her head. No one calls the crown princess of Zenobia an idiot She pulled out a red card, flashing it at the coach. The whole German crowd erupted in fury, throwing items at Ellana as the German rose to swarm her. The coach held up his hand. "Nein, that is not the way. I will go but I will be putting in a formal complaint to FIFA about your conduct." The German bench sat back down as their coach retreated to the stands. Ellana than flashed the card at the crowd, who carried on chanting "Referee's a bitch!" Over and over as the Norwegians laughed. Ellana barely had time to feel satisfied as the crowd hushed. Running back onto the pitch, Ellana saw two German forwards make a cutting run into the goal mouth. The first a woman called Däbritz crossed it to the square jawed Popp, who then punched the ball into the back of the net. The German crowd erupted into cheers as the Norwegians booed and whistles, Ellana blew her whistle running over as the goal keeper, a woman called Fiskerstrand wagged her finger as the Germans celebrated nearby. "What your awarding that?! That was handball! Come on ref, she's no Diego Maradona." Ellana shook her head as Engen ran up to them. "It's a goal, she scored. Why are you complaining? I'am the referee, the goal stands." Ellana gave her a yellow card for protesting. "What!? What the hells that for?! She broke the bloody rules, not me!" The goal keeper held up her gloved hands, as Engen comforted her. "It's alright, Cecilie. The bitch doesn't now what planets she's on." Ellana flashed her a smile. "Of course I do, I'am on Earth, stupid." She said as she trotted away.


The first half continued for another 20 minutes, which included 8 minutes of stoppages and didn't end until Manuela ran into the pitch telling her to blow for the end of the half. As she walked off the pitch, Ellana was approached by a fourth official a blonde haired British woman. "What the hell was that? Are you feeling alright? I never seen such a poorly refereed game in all my years." Ellana shrugged. "I'am not just not feeling it today, the crowd was hostile and I have gotten an headache. Could you officiate in my stead? Replace me?" The woman nodded. "Alright it's not unheard of. Go back into the dressing rooms, get some rest. I will take the second half. Before the crowd tears you apart." Ellana let out a sigh of relief as the woman clapped her hand on her shoulder. As she turned away, trotting down the tunnel before the players Ellana weighed up her next move. I have no intention of sitting this one out. But I need a change of face. Perhaps one of the players, I want to play this game not referee it. She looked up as the pretty Norwegian player, Engen ran past her, shooting her a furious look. Hmm? The mouthy player, she's pretty. I will take her form and win this thing. Ellana discreetly followed the woman towards the away dressing rooms.


25 year old Ingrid Syrstrad Engen, Norwegian midfielder sighed as she glanced over the selection from the vending machine, next to a janitors cupboard in a deserted corridor near the dressing room. Ingrid had never known such a surreal game with such a useless referee, who looked like she couldn't even officiate a kids game let alone a FIFA international friendly. If that bitch was hear right now, I would give her a piece of my mind she thought as she selected a bottle of lucozade sport, catching her reflection in the glass. She was a looker with slightly squared features, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Her black hair tied into a high ponytail with a white scrunchie. She was dressed in the teams first colours, Nike red short sleeve shirt with her number "7" on the front and back with the team logo on her left breast, along with her name, blue shorts with red socks and yellow Nike football boots. As she crouched to retrieve her bottle of orange Lucozade, the sound of a woman's throat clearing drew her attention. "Oh it's you, that bitch referee." She turned, looking up to face the Hispanic referee. Forgetting her drink. "Do you even know how to arbitrate? The Federation must let anyone in, if they allowed you!" She shoved the referee with her right hand." The woman merely shrugged looking her up and down. "It's a difficult game, mostly. Only a player per team can touch the ball, and only in a specified area? What bullshit." Ingrid shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Well, it's a good job you don't play the game you useless hack!" The referee cocked her head, grinning. " As a matter of fact, I want to join your team and you can help me." She held up her right hand as Ingrid tried to rear back. "What you doing....oh?" Ingrid let out a moan of pleasure as the referee caressed her cheek, opening the door behind them before leaning in with a passionate kiss. Ingrid felt the woman's tongue probe the inside of her mouth, as they walked into the cupboard the referee closing the door. Ingrid let out a moan of desire as she briefly returned the kiss. God, I hope Mapi doesn't hear about this... was the last thing on her mind, before her eyes rolled back into her head collapsing unconscious with a low aroused rattle, onto her side. "Ingrid Engen, 25, Norway Midfielder. Her form as dipped because she is missing her lover and teammate at Barcelona. She would rather play club football then for her country." Ellana now a copy of Ingrid, said as she stripped off Patricia's outfit.


Ellana knelt by Ingrid's unconscious form, unlacing her football boots pulling them off her feet along with her socks before loosening her ponytail copying the style. Turning Ingrid's body onto her front, Ellana flicked her arms up pulling her shirt off over her head revealing C-cup breasts enveloped by a white Nike sports bra. Rolling the sleeping player onto her side, Ellana unhooked the sports bra slipping the undergarment off her chest exposing her well formed C-cup breasts with pink perky circular areolas. After clipping on the stolen bra, Ellana pulled the woman onto her back causing her breasts to wobble, then peeled off her shorts down her long toned legs along with her matching white Nike hipster shorts that once protected her small pink clit crowned with a trimmed strip of black pubic hair. Ellana got dressed in Ingrid's strip admiring the naked toned athletic body of a fellow sportsman, indeed she reminded Ellana of Nikki. When she was finished, pulling up the blue shorts Ellana bound Ingrid's wrists and ankles with Patricia's socks before gagging her with the nude coloured thong. With the woman secured, Ellana dragged the footballers naked body by her ankles behind a row of shelves stacked with floor cleaner, tossing the rest of Patricia's outfit next to her. Rubbing her hands together, Ellana swept from the cupboard locking the door behind her.


Smiling she retrieved Ingrid's drink from the strange vending machines. Even their machines want money? How primitive, we got rid of coinage 50 years after adopting paper Taking a quick sip, she found the drink tasted more like medicine than fruit. "Hey, Ingrid there you are! We have been looking all over for you." Ellana turned to see an older woman with brown hair braided into a ponytail approach her. According to Ingrid's memories, this was Maren Mjelde number 6 and team captain. "Sorry, skipper I needed a drink. That referee what a bitch..." Mjelde clapped her hand on her shoulder. "Yes, that woman was a menace. Lucky for us, she retired citing a headache. Her fourth official as taken over. So are you ready to help us turn this around, Ingrid. We need you." Ellana smiled with Ingrid's face. "Lead the way, Maren. I will win this for us." Maren made a fist which Ellana bumped. "That's the spirit!" Ellana fell into step with her as the rest of the team lined up in the tunnel. With a glance from the new referee, the two teams exited the tunnel onto the pitch.


The Second Half


Ellana was tense, coiled like a spring as she waited for the whistle that would signal the start of the second half. She bounced on her feet, unused to the feeling of the turf beneath her feet. Usually in Grav Ball, she would be floating 50 feet into the air, awaiting the second klaxon that marked the second period of 60 minutes. Suddenly the sound of the referee's whistle snapped her back to the present. Ellana found the ball at her feet, she ran forwards with her team passing the ball to one of the forwards who ran towards the penalty box Ellana on her heels. "No, get back in position Ingrid. I need you in support." yelled the forward, Hansen. Instead, she was brought down in a heap by Popp who had clipped her ankle trying to win the ball. The referee's whistle blew, as Hansen rolled in pain. She ran up to Popp, flashing her a second yellow followed by a red card. So two yellows equals a red? Fascinating rules, we don't need them. The referee uses her pheromones The German crowd started to whistle and boo, as Popp and her team protested but to no avail. As the players simmered down, Popp running back towards the tunnel the referee, the blonde British woman called Ellana over spraying a dot of white on the ground. "You have a free kick." Ellana caught the ball as a player called Risa walked up to her. "Do you want to take this one Ingrid? You were all over the place in training." She asked as the referee sprayed a line of white in front of Ellana, a wall of german players blocking her view to the goal. This reminds me of a free throw, I have put a few of these away myself. I can do this. Ellana put the ball down, looking at Risa. "I have got this, Risa." The blonde girl smiled at her as Ellana waited for the referees whistle. As soon as the whistle blew Ellana, using Ingrid's skill and memories along with a little Zenobian improvisation, curled the ball past the wall where it sailed past the Germany keeper Fromhs into the top corner rippling the net. The Norwegian contingent of the crowd erupted in cheers, as the Norwegian team embraced her celebrating. Ellana couldn't help but be carried away by the energy of the moment, she whooped in joy raising her fist in joy. The captain, Mjelde ran up to her beaming. "Where did that come from, Ingrid? Amazing! Right ladies." She clapped her hands together. "We still have 40 minutes to turn this around! One down, two to go. Let's do this!" Ellana felt her hair being fussed as she ran back to the centre circle, to restart play.



In the next 20 minutes the game was still 1-1 and a tense affair, but Ellana could sense that Norway were on top despite Hansen being sent off for a reckless lunge at German forward Lena Peter Mann bringing the sides to 10 each. A curious game this football, 4 players less on each side but no less exciting Ellana had been told to move forward to serve as an emergency forward to cover for Hansen. It was here that she and Norway forward Ada Hegerberg began a surging run behind Germany's lacklustre defense. Then as Germany keeper Frohms came out to meet her, Ellana could see the open goal. "Hegerberg, to me! Their wide open!" The blonde forward smiled, selflessly dinking it onto Ellana's head. She stuck it forward sending the board hurtling into the net. The Norwegian crowd erupted in cheer as Ellana run out to meet them, arms outstretched screaming as she was embraced on the touch line by Hegerberg and three others. As the German players crowded the referee, Ellana pumped her fist at the fans feeling their joy. Their protests ringing hollow, the German players retreated glaring at Ellana.


For the rest of the game, the Germans were on the back foot being pushed back at every turn by the Norwegians and in the 93rd minute Ellana was called upon to decide the game. Hegerberg had made a run into the box when she was chopped down by German defender Kleinherne, who Ellana had cautioned earlier. The British referee promptly sent her off with more boos from the home side, as Ellana picked Hegerberg off the ground. "Can I take this shot? This penalty?" Which was what it was called according to Engen's memories. Hegerberg smiled. "You want the hat trick, right Ingrid? Hell you deserve it, you're the best player on the pitch. Go ahead." She handed Ellana the match ball. "Good luck." What is an hat trick? A human magic act? She thought as she placed the ball on the little white dot. Ellana could see the Germany keeper, dressed in bright pink clap her gloves together trying to intimidate her. Ellana was unfazed, this happened in Grav Ball all the time. Walking back from the ball, Ellana waited for the referee to blow before she ran forwards striking the ball with her left foot. Suddenly the crowd roared as Ellana buried the ball into the bottom corner, sending Frohms the wrong way. She celebrated by running diving forwards towards the crowd. As she was picked up onto the shoulders of her teammates, the full time whistle blew and Ellana just like in Rome felt alive!


Back in the changing rooms, with the atmosphere one of celebration Ellana changed out of Engen's strip into her tracksuit taking the congratulations of her teammates. "Alright ladies. How about we take this party back to the hotel." Said team captain Mjelde, as she sat down next to Ellana. "We have a new national heroine to celebrate." Within five minutes, the team where on their way to their coach. On her way there, Ellana thought she could spy black suits in the crowd amongst the cheering fans. It figures the MiB would eventually catch up to me, eventually. I have my poor refereeing to thank for that. Hmm, I will go to the hotel with the team, then slip out by acquiring another form. Then my next stop is this Rio de Janeiro place. Ellana walked onto the bus with the team. Taking a deep breath, she reflected that just like Rome she had had the experience of her life. I will have to commit a more throughout investigation of human sports. If they are as fun as these then... Smiling, she leaned back into her seat to the sound of cheering as the bus pulled away.


Munich Travelodge 22:30pm


Ellana walked into the hotel lobby as the team still celebrated, the German staff giving them dirty looks as they got off the lift on the third floor. Once her group had left the elevator, Ellana spotted a young redheaded maid stare at the team with a smile on her face, the girl was particularly interested in Ellana. I don't blame her, Engen is a beautiful human female before she sighed picking up her mop and bucket walking into the nearby women's toilet. Her form will do. She's pretty and I need a disguise fast, the MiB could already be on their way Ellana turned to her teammates, feeling strangely guilty. "I will see you guys in a bit. I just need to go to the bathroom." Hegerberg smiled, already half drunk from the champagne. "You mean you want to go and have a little fun with the maid, don't worry Mapi won't hear about it from me." Mjelde and Risa carried her way to their hotel room, flashing knowing looks. Bading them farewell, Ellana walked towards the women's bathroom.



23 year old maid Lotte Braun, swept the floor of the women's bathroom thinking unbidden thoughts about Ingrid Engen. She imagined the two of them intertwined in her hotel bed, in the throes of passionate love. It sucked that she was seeing another woman, whoever she was the woman was a lucky bitch. Lotte was a beautiful redhead with diamond shaped features, shallow cheekbones and sparkling emerald green eyes, freckles dappling her cheeks. Her shoulder length ginger hair braided into pigtails. She was dressed in her Travelodge housekeeping uniform which consisted of a dark blue polo shirt with the hotel ID and her nameplate, tight black slacks with sensible shoes. Her ID on a lanyard looped around her neck. The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing behind her caused her to turn around. "Oh my god! You're her! Ingrid Engen in the flesh, I'am so honoured." She cried coming face to face with her crush. "The pleasure is all mine...Lotte." Ingrid said reading her nameplate, causing the young maid to blush. "Congratulations on the win! A great hat trick." Ingrid merely smiled looking her up and down. "Um, could I have your autograph please?" She asked already feeling stupid. To her surprise, her heroine grinned. "Sure, do you have a writing tool and some paper?" Lotte handed her a pen along with some tissue paper, watching with anticipation as Ingrid signed it, before handing both to her. "Er, what is this? It's a series of noughts and squiggles?" Ingrid got closer to her. "It's my name! You did ask for an autograph, didn't you? You can thank me later..." She said with enthusiasm before planting a passionate kiss on Lotte's lips. The maid let out a muffled cry of aroused surprise as she was kissed by her idol. Lotte briefly returned the kiss as she felt Ingrid's tongue probe her mouth Wow! This is even better then a dream... was her last thought as she collapsed onto the floor unconscious with an aroused moan. "Lotte Braun, 23, Hotel Maid. As a secret crush on all the Norwegian team but worships Ingrid Engen. She thinks the German team are unattractive and is glad Norway won the game." Ellana now a copy of Lotte, stripped off Ingrid's tracksuit.


Ellana looped the ID lanyard over Lotte's head then unbraided her hair copying the style. She then quickly stripped the unconscious maid of her uniform, including her matching blue pastel t-shirt bra and matching scanty thong. Ellana got dressed in her new uniform underwear included, admiring the slim attractive body of the unconscious Lotte her small but buoyant B-cup breasts with full puffy roundel shaped areolas, decorated with freckles and full pink clit topped with a small tuft of ginger hair. After looping the ID lanyard over her head, Ellana retrieved some duct tape from the attendants cupboard taping up her wrists ankles and gagging her. With Lotte secured, Ellana dragged the naked girls by the ankles towards the cupboard opening it, depositing her body leaning against the wall behind the shelves. Tossing in Ingrid's clothes and kit bag in with her plus her autograph, Ellana closed the door then swept from the bathroom.


Making her way down to the lobby very quickly, Ellana got outside getting into the back of a waiting taxi. "Where to fraulein?" Ellana looked wistfully back at the hotel before answering. "Munich airport, please and step on it." Buckling on her seat belt, Ellana leaned back into her seat as the driver pulled away. As they drove up the road, Ellana saw two black SUVs drive past the taxi. Looks like I was in the nick of time. I think I outstayed my welcome. Next stop Rio de Janeiro. Ellana grinned as thoughts of the carnival entered her mind. If the advertisement on the train was anything to go by, she was in for a real treat.

[Stormtrooper1990]

MÜNCHENER POST

SUSPECTED DROP IN REFEREE STANDARDS

By Zara Horstmann Sports Correspondent


Following the bizarre International Friendly between Norway and Germany which lead to a 3-1 victory to the visitors, FIFA faces some tough questions from both the German and Norwegian FAs on the conduct of one of their referee's, Patricia Jimenez, 35. In a surreal display, the match referee booked an unprecedented 8 players, 4 Germans, 4 Norwegian. Ms Jiminez then proceeded to send German interim coach Horst Hrubesch to the stands, then flashed a red card in an attempt to send the home crowd off, much to their amusement. But she did let the wonder goal of Alexandra Popp stand. However, both sets of fans were relieved when Jimenez asked to be replaced by the fourth official after the 53rd minute of the first half. Mrs Jimenez faces an inquiry after her disastrous display and may even face disciplinary proceedings.


In related news, Norwegian midfielder Ingrid Syrstrad Engen, 25 is being hailed a national heroine after scoring a hat trick that won her team the match after going 1 nil in the first half. In a thrilling display, Engen first scored a masterful free kick in the 50 minute that David Beckham himself would have been proud of. Followed by impressive link up play with forward Hegerberg, after Hansen's sending off, to score a thumping header in the 70 minute. Then she put the game to bed in the 93rd minute with an amazing penalty. Engen was voted player of the match, but was unavailable to comment.


For player ratings and expert analysis of this surreal match, turn to pages 100-105.

[meditions142]

Another brilliant story Stormtropper.

Fun new uniforms to steal and great to see Ellana getting to learn more and more.

I also love that you continue the detail of what the women experience when Ellana uses her pheromones and/or kiss on them.

For example, I love the desciption of Magda's take out starting with when Ellana touched her cheek: "What? Who are you...oh?" Magda felt a calmness wash over her, as she let out an aroused sigh before the English girl planted a passionate kiss on her lips, leading her to sit onto the toilet bowl. The girl probed the inside of Magda's mouth, straddling her as Magda returned the kiss briefly letting out an aroused moan. Forgive me, Liesel I love you... was her final thought before her eyes rolled back into her head slumping unconscious on the toilet with an muffled low moan. Very sexy.

Also, I have to say I really enjoyed Lotte's take out. The idea of her being kissed by her hero and crush and thinking it was better than a dream before she is actually send off to dreamland by the anesthetic in Ellana's saliva.

I assume since it will take awhile for Ellana to get to Rio and find a new identify Lotte is going to be out for awhile.

Thanks again for the next great chapter.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Another brilliant story Stormtropper.

Fun new uniforms to steal and great to see Ellana getting to learn more and more.

I also love that you continue the detail of what the women experience when Ellana uses her pheromones and/or kiss on them.

For example, I love the desciption of Magda's take out starting with when Ellana touched her cheek: "What? Who are you...oh?" Magda felt a calmness wash over her, as she let out an aroused sigh before the English girl planted a passionate kiss on her lips, leading her to sit onto the toilet bowl. The girl probed the inside of Magda's mouth, straddling her as Magda returned the kiss briefly letting out an aroused moan. Forgive me, Liesel I love you... was her final thought before her eyes rolled back into her head slumping unconscious on the toilet with an muffled low moan. Very sexy.

Also, I have to say I really enjoyed Lotte's take out. The idea of her being kissed by her hero and crush and thinking it was better than a dream before she is actually send off to dreamland by the anesthetic in Ellana's saliva.

I assume since it will take awhile for Ellana to get to Rio and find a new identify Lotte is going to be out for awhile.

Thanks again for the next great chapter.

Thanks Meditions, I'am glad you enjoyed the story and I appreciate the compliments.

I have always wanted to write a story during a women's football match, and as referee's and football players haven't been featured on the board, until now Ellana gave me that opportunity.


I think between Lotte and Magda, it's difficult to pick out which one I enjoyed writing the most as they both are extremely sexy. But if really had to choose its Lotte, there is something about being kissed by your hero and crush that many would relate to, me included . Although the sad thing is that when she wakes up, the MiB will probably confiscate Ellana's autograph being the spoil sports they are. Then she will lose that memory, thanks to the neuralyser.


I can confirm that Ellana, being Ellana she will not be jetting off to Rio as a mere maid. She plains to go there in style, which means a quick change of clothes and a new face...


All will be revealed in the next chapter.


You are very welcome my friend, it was a pleasure to write. Thanks again for reading on your support, it is much appreciated.

[meditions142]

Although the sad thing is that when she wakes up, the MiB will probably confiscate Ellana's autograph being the spoil sports they are. Then she will lose that memory, thanks to the neuralyser.

Indeed I think Lotte and the other women will all be given a shot from the neuralyser. Poor Lotte will never remember meeting her hero!

[Stormtrooper1990]

Although the sad thing is that when she wakes up, the MiB will probably confiscate Ellana's autograph being the spoil sports they are. Then she will lose that memory, thanks to the neuralyser.

Indeed I think Lotte and the other women will all be given a shot from the neuralyser. Poor Lotte will never remember meeting her hero!

Definitely, poor Lotte. This for me is what makes the MiB kind of antagonists in Ellana's saga. While they are only doing their jobs, they are still in a way ruining a few lives just to keep Ellana's existence secret from the rest of the world.

Engen on the other hand, will probably see her star shine even more as her profile rises. More girls will end up playing football and she will become a national treasure. Despite the second half of that particular match, being a blur...

[meditions142]

Definitely, poor Lotte. This for me is what makes the MiB kind of antagonists in Ellana's saga. While they are only doing their jobs, they are still in a way ruining a few lives just to keep Ellana's existence secret from the rest of the world.

It's funny you mention that. In the MiB movies I always found the neuralyser a bit insidious. The agents are the good guys but they have no qualms about wiping innocent bystanders' memories.

For example, I go back to Samantha. She was taken out by Kremm while just doing her job. I am sure when the agents questioned her like a good employee she told them everything they wanted to know. Then after she told them what they wanted they just casually and without a second thought used the neuralizer on wipe her memories.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Definitely, poor Lotte. This for me is what makes the MiB kind of antagonists in Ellana's saga. While they are only doing their jobs, they are still in a way ruining a few lives just to keep Ellana's existence secret from the rest of the world.

It's funny you mention that. In the MiB movies I always found the neuralyser a bit insidious. The agents are the good guys but they have no qualms about wiping innocent bystanders' memories.

For example, I go back to Samantha. She was taken out by Kremm while just doing her job. I am sure when the agents questioned her like a good employee she told them everything they wanted to know. Then after she told them what they wanted they just casually and without a second thought used the neuralizer on wipe her memories.

I agree, it was an aspect of the character of the MiB that I felt made them more darker. It reminds of when Agent K casually neuralyses J at the beginning of the movie. He just told J that Allen's exist then just flashes him. It shows that while they have good intentions, they don't flinch when it comes to morality.


I think had Samantha or Carmen been Agents then they wouldn't have neuralysed them, just covered it up and reassigned them to desk duty. But because they were low employees and potential security risks, the MiB neuralysed them. After all, had they told their colleagues of their predicaments then that would have dented morale and possibly the employees could have gone to the press. It just goes to show that the existence of Aliens must be kept secret at all costs. Even the memories of innocent people or members of staff.