"I'm back, bitches!"
Such a simple phrase, right? One that Rhea Ripley had considered not even saying at all as she barged into the NXT Women's locker room for the first time since...everything that happened after her loss at WarGames. Rhea had considered just sneaking by, trying to lay low, maybe targeting one of the weakest girls. But, ultimately, she decided that the best way to wash the memories of that dreadful night (and the not so dreadful week after) was to pretend like it never happened...after standing at the door for several minutes, her heart pounding and cheeks blushing furiously at the mere thought of Big Mami...Raquel standing on the other side, waiting for her; Big Mami, who she finally managed to buy some time away from after a week of uninterrupted Mami and Rhea time. To return to that locker room as the Rhea Ripley everyone remembered...and feared. The Nightmare, "THIS IS MY BRUTALITAAAAAY" you know? All of that jazz. But, perhaps Rhea would've been better off going with her gut. Perhaps she hadn't foreseen the type of reaction her opening line would garner.
A stunned silence, a previously boisterous, stuffed locker room all turning to the entrance. And then, almost in a pre-planned unison, everyone burst into laughter. The few people actually worth respecting, pathetic bottoms, and everything in-between. Didn't matter who. Everyone was laughing at Rhea. They all knew exactly where Rhea had been, and why she'd been gone. Specifically, why she AND Raquel had been gone.
Rhea's expression soured, looking worse and worse the deeper she trekked into the NXT locker room. Notably, all of those who dared to laugh at the Aussie Amazon didn't bother to make any little quips or try to provoke her. Too afraid. After all, THEY weren't the ones responsible for Rhea's humiliation. However, someone who WAS responsible, at least partly, who was very close to the one Rhea had spent far more time than she would've liked calling "Big Mami", did have something to say.
"Hey, welcome back, bitch," Dakota Kai greeted, pulling her cock from Io Shirai's fat dumper and redirecting to Shotzi Blackheart's...also fat dumper.
"Who the fuck do ya think ya calling bitch, bitch?" Rhea gruffly asked, and another huge cast of NXT Superstars broke out into laughter again. Though the loudest were Dakota, Candice LeRae, and Toni Storm, three of the four lucky ducks who fucked Rhea's ass after her crippling WarGames defeat.
"You, bitch," Candice assured, seemingly just beginning her activities for the evening as she stepped into a modest-sized strap-on.
"Yeah, Rhea. You're the only real bitch here, especially between the four of us," Dakota added.
"Sorry, Mist- I mean, Rhea," Toni quickly corrected, almost calling Rhea "Mistress" out of habit from their dozens of nights together, years ago. "But we all saw what happened...annnnnnd heard what's been happenin' the last week. It's kinda sad, but even I got to fuck ya. And I nevah fuck anyone!"
Dakota and Candice laughed while Rhea's face grew as red as a tomato.
"Yep, ya pathetic alright, Ripley," Dakota assured, turning to her locker nearby and rifling through, likely looking to follow Candice's lead and strap up for the night.
"Why don't all of ya bend ovah for me and I'll show ya how pathetic I really am!" Rhea threatened, hoping to but it was no use.
"Oh, 'Kota, help me! I'm scared...NOT! Hahahaha! Of Big Mami's little plaything? Get real." Candice joked.
"Really, Rhea, c'mon! We all saw the real you when me, and Raquel, Candice and Toni, all fucked ya bum! And ya loved every. Single. Second. Just like a worthless little whore! Hell, I even heard ya woke up the next mornin' and spent the last week with Raquel's huge cock up ya bum, too! Is that pathetic or what?"
Then, as if the DJ had quit right in the middle of hosting the liveliest party, the room fell silent once more, with four words breaking the silence just moments later.
"DID SOMEBODY SAY 'PATHETIC'?"
The voice was familiar, but before Rhea could turn to confirm her suspicions, a strong, earth-shattering force came crashing down on her left ass cheek. She could feel them; five fingers. This was someone's hand, and based on the voice, it was the exact someone Rhea was hoping to avoid tonight.
"Did you miss Big Mami, Rhea?" Raquel Gonzaléz asked, bringing her mouth right up to Rhea's ear. "Mmm...or should I just ask this big, goth booty directly?"
"Get off of me," Rhea threatened, but Raquel tightened her grip on that aforementioned big goth booty in response.
"Aww, you don't mean that, do you, baby?" Raquel asked, her eyes glued to Rhea's fat butt, as if she was speaking directly to IT.
"Of course I do. What do I look like? Some kind of pathetic bottom?"
Once again in unison, Raquel and her WarGames teammates all answered, "YES!"
"Aww piss off, the lot of ya!" Rhea growled back, attempting to create some distance between herself and Raquel. But sadly, Big Mami was just TOO strong. The second Rhea tried to walk away, she was immediately pulled back in, this time bringing them face-to-face. Rhea writhed and struggled, but it was no use. With nowhere for The Nightmare to go, La Chingona leaned in and pressed her lips against her, at one time, best friend's. And while it persisted for a few seconds longer, that kiss marked the beginning of the end for Rhea's struggling.
Rhea melted into the kiss, memories of the morning after WarGames, her last time falling victim to Big Mami's charms, flooding back in. Which, sadly, left Ripley distracted long enough for Raquel to bring both of her hands home to grope those gelatinous globes connected to the back of Rhea's hips. Raquel groped and groped, and in the process, felt something protruding from behind Rhea's thin biker shorts.
"Aww, how sweet," Raquel said, breaking the kiss, Rhea's face flushed. Raquel rubbed her fingers along the divot, conveniently placed exactly where Rhea's asshole would be, asking, "You're wearing the buttplug I gave you!"
"No, no! No I'm not," Rhea denied, blatantly lying and, unfortunately, everyone knew it.
