This is a story based in fantasy, and doesn't reflect the real lives of the characters depicted or the real happenings of the WWE... probably. Also, shout-out to Rhea and her big, hometown moment at Elimination Chamber.
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"Wake up, sleepyhead." A phrase that, so soft in nature and delivered just as sweetly, should've hardly been enough to awaken the mildest of insomniacs. So why those sugary syllables were able to slip inside Rhea Ripley's ears after the physically and emotionally draining dream she'd just endured and forced her to stir was a complete mystery.
Rhea's eyelids fluttered slightly as another phrase challenged her eardrums, "Wake up for Big Mami," which was dangerously confusing. Was she still dreaming? Was all of that Big Mami Raquel Gonzaléz nonsense she'd spent last night dreaming of and cowering from carrying over into yet another dream? Surely, it wasn't real. There's no way WarGames could've ended that way, no way those horrible things Rhea was subjected to could've ever come to pass in a standard, just reality. But, as Rhea began to come to, rubbing her eyes before finally opening them properly, she caught wind of her surrounding area. And suddenly, that standard and just reality seemed a bit further out of reach than The Nightmare initially thought.
Surrounding Ripley were several walls and a roof, those of which she didn't initially recognize, which at first, wasn't so strange. After all, WWE Superstars find themselves in different hotel rooms every night, each eventually blending into the other. But this...this was different. As Rhea shook off the rust, the color of the walls, the questionable decor adorning them, the furniture adjacent to the very bed she was laying on...they all gradually became eerily familiar. Then she realized that this, the room she'd awoken in, was the very same room from one of her dreams! And, as horrifying as that realization was, it brought along one far more terrifying than anything Rhea could've possibly imagined.
Dreams aren't real, and while many believe that events that occur in dreams hold mystic powers that can provide a vague look into one's future or past, they hold no actual weight on the world we live in. Rhea tragically stumbled upon the realization that, if this room from her dream was, in fact, real, then the dream she remembered having could not have been. That what she'd dreamt...she hadn't. That she, instead, lived every pathetic, shameful second and now, the jacked arm latched onto her breasts and that...that fullness in her rear-end made a whole lot more sense.
Rhea felt a chill dart up her spine as it occurred to her exactly where that addictingly full feeling was coming from. It was oddly satisfying but the implications made enjoying it too difficult. As more seconds passed, and the horrific implications reached a boiling point, they stopped being vague and morphed into her new, unwelcomed reality. And just like that, Rhea's nightmare was over.
"Good morning, sweet cheeks," Rhea heard that familiar Texas accent speak, the voice immediately forcing her to tremble. She knew...God, Rhea knew exactly who that voice belonged to. The Brutal Badass slowly turned her head, just for visual confirmation and...yep! It was her.
"R-Raquel?" Rhea asked redundantly, La Chingona smiling back. "Wh...Why are ya f-fuckin' me?" Truthfully, Rhea knew exactly why Big Mami Cool's massive strap-on cock was balls deep inside of her ass, just begging to start pumping in and out. But, everything about last night was so hazy, to the point that Rhea thought it to be one big, horrific dream. Or, were those just her typical delusions coming into play? Either way, Raquel was happy to remind Rhea anyway.
"Why wouldn't I be fucking my favorite piece of ass?" Raquel answered with a question of her own, emphasizing moving her hand from Rhea's big natties and onto her thicc phatty, sinking her claws into the copious amounts of Rhea's big bottom. "And I mean, technically, I'm not even fucking you right now, anyway."
Rhea, her voice weak and cracking, argued, "Then what do ya call the cock up my bum?"
"I call it me, tapping this big, goth booty all night long until we both fell asleep," Raquel reminded before insisting, "Don't pretend like you didn't love it."
"I...didn't..." Rhea denied weakly, failing to convince both Big Mami Cool or herself.
"Well then, I guess you don't want me to, oh, I don't know?" Raquel dragged as she pulled her lips to Rhea's ear and whispered, "Fuck you again?"
Rhea shivered and trembled, her typically rock-hard muscles feeling about as stiff as grape jelly in that moment. Even worse, as Raquel's hot breath bounced off of her ear, working its way into her brain, Rhea's asshole began to pulsate around Big Mami's cock. Which, regardless of what Ripley claimed, told Gonzaléz everything she needed to know.
Still, Rhea denied, "N-No! No way! I held up my end already. I don't have to do anything else."
"Oh, but it's not about what you have to do anymore, now is it, Rhea?" Raquel lustfully asked, still whispering. "You want me to pound this fat fucking ass."
"Why..." Rhea gulped. "Why would I want that?"
"Why wouldn't you?" Raquel purred directly into Rhea's ear, Ripley groaning in response before firing back, "Probably because I'm not a bottom."
Raquel laughed softly, noting, "Says my cock up your ass."
"That was a one-time thing and ya know it," Rhea argued, her temper beginning to flare up. "I won't be takin' any more stupid bets. Especially not in matches where a bunch of losers can keep me from dominatin' like I usually do."
"Sorry, Rhea, but all I heard was 'one-time thing', and then a bunch of sirens and whistles," Raquel joked and again, Rhea didn't seem impressed. But Big Mami wasn't done poking fun at The Nightmare's expense quite yet. "I'll bet you said that same thing after I fucked you the first time, too."
Rhea stayed silent, mostly because Gonzaléz's assessment was right on the money. Nevertheless, Raquel continued, "And I'm sure you said it after bottoming to Io Shirai, another bottom, of all things. Disgusting. Hell, you probably even said it back when you spread 'em for Charlotte."
"Please...just, shut up," Rhea begged pathetically, her cheeks a furious red as, with each recount of her bottoming history, a wealth of embarrassment spread throughout her whole body.
"Ooh, that one struck a nerve, huh? Lucky bitch that Charlotte, snatchin' what belongs to me before I ever had the chance to take it!" Raquel growled.
Rhea, the typically fearsome fighter, trembled, but managed to squeak out, "Wha...what belongs to ya? My...my ass doesn't belong to anyone." unknowingly walking right into Gonzaléz's trap.
"Oh, it doesn't?" Raquel asked sternly, setting up The Nightmare who, caught up in her own delusion, didn't even realize that she was answering a loaded question with, "Hell no!"
