Beauty and the Booty

Boy, how things change, right? Seemingly in the blink of an eye, the entire landscape of NXT shifted, both on-screen, when it came to champions and roster members, and backstage, in the typically cutthroat world of the professional wrestling women's hierarchy. All dating back to one specific moment that came at NXT: Stand and Deliver, just hours before WrestleMania 40: Saturday hit airwaves. The inevitable, unstoppable arrival of The Prodigy as NXT Women's Champion.

Roxanne Perez had been the champion before, but this Roxanne wasn't THAT Roxanne by any measure. Not even close. Gone was the fangirl, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and happy to be working for the largest pro wrestling organization in the world, living out her dreams. Those feelings, that attitude, all it led to was mocking and ridicule from fans online, as well as jeers and vilification from her peers. Roxanne developed a cold, callous edge that, when mixed with her seemingly natural technical wrestling prowess made her absolutely unbeatable, something that the former alpha and champion, Lyra Valkyria, found out first-hand on that fateful night. The only problem was...Roxy's on-screen and backstage personas didn't line up the way anyone would expect.

Beating Lyra didn't cement Roxanne as the new alpha, a butt-fucking goddess and the savior for all of the fat-asses Shawn Michaels seemed to be recruiting by the truck load on a daily basis. Rather, it put the title on a gifted wrestler and, sadly, one of the most-gifted bottom bitches the company has ever seen. Lyra remained the alpha, even after her loss and right up until her call-up from NXT to Monday Night Raw, leaving NXT without a true, dominant leader. THAT was where everything changed.

Without Lyra, The Prodigy was empty. The Bird Lady was her owner, the person her fat Latin cakes belonged to, and without her on-hand, week after week, Roxy's butthole began to feel more and more empty, even when it wasn't. Jakara Jackson, Lash Legend, Jazmyn Nyx, Fallon Henley, hell, even Jacy Jayne, the longest-tenured top in NXT, all had tried countless times to claim Roxanne, to make her feel as weak, submissive and useless as Lyra did, all failing miserably to meet the shamelessly addicted-Prodigy's unreasonably high anal standards. All except the one that she hadn't been able to test at all, the one who seemed to show absolutely no interest at all in ANY other piece of ass than the MOST used-up piece of ass in existence, Gigi Dolin, recently re-christened "Miss Booty". The Beauty Queen, Arianna Grace, currently enjoying her routine ass-fucking of The PAWG Princess's pristinely massive dump with 14 inches of man-made man-meat that made Roxy swoon and her asshole ache even thinking about. And sadly, for Roxanne, "think" is all she'd been able to accomplish with Miss NXT.

Even now, as she sat, watching the most used-up and, in her opinion, overrated piece of ass in NXT history get what she wanted so desperately had Roxanne's Latin blood boiling. She wanted it, she needed Arianna's cock in her OWN fat dumper. But, everytime she asked Arianna about it, the answer was always the same: "Prodigy Booty, I do NOT have time for you. Thank you, but no thank you." And, quite frankly, Roxanne was fucking SICK of it! Everyone should be lining up to fuck her ass! EVERYONE! No exceptions! She's the champion, openly whoring herself out! It should be open season, but Arianna seemed to genuinely show no interest. And, for many months, Roxanne Perez had no choice but to sit and take it. But, sometimes, one can only handle so much frustration boiling up before the roof blows off entirely. And that blowing, that ticking time-bomb ready to set off inside of Roxy finally exploded at the sight of another pathetic bottom feeder trying to steal what was rightfully hers.

"Ummm..." Wren Sinclair, Queen of the No Quarter Catch Crew awkwardly stammered, approaching Arianna Grace with her hands behind her back shyly. "Mistress Grace, I-"

"No Quarter Booty? Please, stop. Do NOT talk to me. My pristine ears don't want to hear what a piece of meat like you has to say. Clearly, I'm busy. So, shoo," Arianna ordered, flicking her hand and dismissing the cute, tall brunette bottom away, her attention never truly leaving Miss Booty's namesake as she pumped and thrusted into it dynamically and elegantly.

"But...please, Mistress Grace, I-"

"Stop! Stop talking to me!" Arianna insisted, trying her best to keep her tone somewhat polite, even when speaking to bottom-feeding trash; it was her duty as the only LADY to maintain decorum amongst the filth. "Do not call me Mistress Grace! Do not fantasize about me. Actually? Don't even look at me. Run along!"

Wren, who'd given up any and all attempts at topping once Gigi was claimed, looked distraught. She, much like Roxanne, only wanted the best. Felt as though she could satisfy the best. "Please! Don't do this! Just give me a chance! I'm a good bottom! A good little bitch! Don't you want a new piece of ass?"

Arianna groaned at Wren's use of the words "ass" and "bitch", vile, vulgar slurs that she'd hoped leading by example would erase along with all of the other curses from this dreaded locker room's vernacular. No such luck. Nevertheless, Arianna continued to ignore the pathetic bitch, refusing to give her the time of day or even acknowledging her presence...at least until Wren turned around and showed Miss NXT what she was working with. "I.. I know you like ass...you're always talking about how much you like Gigi's and, ummm...I can't, like...really compete with her but, I do have this new gear," Wren shyly showed off, sticking out her butt and giving Arianna, who was pumping Hell's Favorite Harlot as hard and as fast as she could, a front row seat to HER seat.

And, admittedly, Wren's butt did look exceptional. Her new gear, a skin-tight maroon pair of silky tights, hugged her seemingly growing tanned curves tremendously. "What...ummm...what do you think?"

"No Quarter Booty, your butt is very nice," Arianna admitted, before Gigi herself got involved.

"Ughhh...oh FUUUUUUCK...get out of here, Wren! Mistress Grace doesn't have time for you!" Gigi barked, only to receive a harsh smack to her famously rotund rump for her deeds.

"Miss Booty, should you be speaking on my behalf, much less interrupting me?" Arianna asked.

"Ahhh...no, Mistress Grace! Sorry, Mistress Grace!" Gigi pleaded pathetically, sorrowful for her rare misstep. Arianna had spent quite some time helping Gigi develop her manners, and seeing Mistress Grace show interest in any ass OTHER than the biggest, fattest, juiciest piece of ass in company history shocked Hell's Favorite Harlot to her core, undoing all of that good-will temporarily. But nothing a quick reminder couldn't fix.

"Apology accepted, Miss Booty," Ari quickly settled, returning her attention to the Queen of the No Quarter Catch Crew. "NQB? As I was saying...that gear is VERY pretty...it looks amazing on you."

Wren blushed shyly. "Thank you, Mistress."

"Don't call me that," Arianna snapped back, leading Sinclair to quickly apologize yet again.

"Sorry, Mis-I, uhhh, I mean...Arianna. So, umm, you like my butt, right? Why don't you give it a squeeze? You know, ummm, like...try it out? See how it feels?" Wren asked awkwardly, finding much more comfort in what happened after she finished speaking, that being tantilizingly shaking her fat fucking ass, than she ever did with the words coming out of her mouth. Luckily, none of her bashfulness or shyness mattered once Arianna Grace took Wren up on her offer, continuing to thrust her hips and batter Dolin's broken-down shitpipe as she reached out, seizing one of Sinclair's juicy, tanned cheeks in grasp.

The Beauty Queen played with that butt cheek like a kitten entertaining itself with a ball of yarn. She tested squeezability, she kneaded her fingers through the fat, she slapped it, she cupped it. Arianna "tested" that lone butt cheek in every possible fashion, all while making faces that suggested she quite enjoyed what she was doing.

"So uhhh, what do you think, Arianna?" Wren asked, blushing as Mistress Grace turned to squeezing and groping her OTHER cheek even more aggressively than she had the last.

"Well..." Arianna dragged, seemingly weighing her options before dropping a bombshell on Wren and all of the other bottoms in the locker room which, sadly, was the vast majority of the "women" surrounding her. "I haaaaaaaaave been looking to purify another of you worthless little bottoms like I did with Miss Booty..." And suddenly, following that confession, all hell broke loose.

"No, no, no, no!!!!" Roxanne barked, emerging from her place of spectating, announcing her feelings for what she was witnessing to all who dared to listen. "Fuck! That!"

"Roxanne...do you mind?" Wren asked politely, but nothing about The Prodigy was polite, especially when it came to her asshole's ravenous appetite. And so, she refused to behave.

"Yeah, I DO mind. I mind what I'm fucking seeing a lot!"

"Is there a problem, Prodigy Booty?" Arianna asked, another bottom she refused to refer to by their name.

"You're fucking-A right there's a problem, Ari! I don't what your deal is, and why no matter how hard I try to get you to fuck me you pretend like you don't care, but I AM NOT going to sit back and watch this fucking loser-ass jobber get handed so easily what I've worked so hard for!"

"Hey!" Wren groaned, but much like when it came to how online fans view her when compared to the other vastly more popular women in NXT, she was largely ignored.

"¡Ay, si! You tell her, Roxanne!" The Battling Baddie Lola Vice encouraged, putting every ounce of energy she could muster into slam-fucking Uni Booty, a.k.a Thea Hail's plump peach.

Beside Lola was another booty warrior and the Cuban Mamacita's, as well as Gigi's ultimate dump truck competition, Jaida Parker, who offered some choice encouragement of her own. "Yeah, gurl! Fight for that cock in yo ass! Hahaha!" Ms. Parker joked, pumping Jazmyn Nyx's ass while Jacy Jayne looked on in disgust as both her favorite bitch and her protege were fucked side by side by two of the fattest asses in the company, the result of Jacy's latest crushing defeat, the pair of Thea and Jazzy's big booties substituting for her own.

Nevertheless, simply hearing dregs like Lola and Jaida speak had Arianna Grace's stomach churning, Miss NXT literally gagging mid-thrust as their voices accidentally drew her eyes to the pair of ridiculously fat-assed bottoms topping as if they were more than just unsaveable piece of meat. Which, clearly, they were NOT and would never be. But either way, the discourse playing out right next to her was not only less nauseating as Wren and Roxy both understood their place in this world, but also because it directly involved her.

"Arianna, don't waste your time with this jobber!" Roxy reiterated, turning around and presenting her OWN greatest selling point. "I'm way cuter, way thicker, AND I'm the champion. Or, like, do I have to mention that AGAIN?! I mean, I just did. But you get it."

"You did not, PB. Mention being the champion, I mean. Because I do not care. Fights are dumb...that's never been more obvious than after seeing..." Arianna shuddered, and pointed in Jaida and Lola's direction, of course without casting her gaze upon them. "...what's happening over there. I don't care for your entitlement, Prodigy Booty. Like, at all."

Wren, stepping out of her shell a bit, scanned Roxy up and down before sassily adding in, "Yeah, that's right."

"Shut up, bitch!" Roxy snapped. "Why don't you just go bend over for Lash or whoever, huh?"

"Why don't...ummm...you?" Wren, intimidated by the tiny Latina's fire, weakly argued.

"Oh please! That's all ya got? Arianna, please tell her to go away! Give me the opportunity to be your bitch! Please? Pretty please?" Roxy begged, once again bringing attention to her ass which, this time, was accepted, Mistress Grace giving that prodigious booty the same rundown that she's bestowed upon Wren's lovely lumps. Squeezing and slapping through Roxy's blue and black gear, the softness of the cheeks felt through her fishnets.

"Hmm," Ari studied, eventually going back and forth between both booties, testing them side-by-side, clearly giving it a great deal of thought, before coming up with the perfect solution. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she screamed, "Everyone!? Everyone!? Excuse me...I have an ARI-NNOUNCEMENT!", which received a mixed reaction including cheers, gasps, and one lone "nobody cares!" that sounded as though it came from Jaida Parker. Nevertheless, Miss NXT continued on with poise and precise words.

"I will be picking my NEXT bottom! Yay!!!" Arianna proclaimed, clapping her hands together, the prime candidates, Rox and Wren, waiting impatiently for the decision to be made. "Both of you drive a very hard bargain, I must say! You're both pathetic. Very gross, disgusting, filthy creatures. I'm not sure why I'm so drawn to stooping so low to entertain you, but I am! I must save one of you...and it will be...the one who impresses me more!"

"Well, ummm, how do we do that, Arianna?" Wren asked.

"Yeah! Spill it!" Roxanne barked, her impatience getting the better of her and seeming to offend The Beauty Queen.

"My, my...have you no manners, Prodigy Booty?" Arianna asked and, not wanting to push too many buttons and take herself out of the running, Roxanne crossed her arms and shut her mouth. "So, as I was saying: I plan on fixing all of you, one by one. It takes time...as you can see, Miss Booty is a finely-crafted specimen. I have fixed her! And, normally, I'm a woman of patience. But, it's been quite a while...I think I should begin to expand. So you two will compete for my affection. How does that sound?"

Wren jumped to speak first, but as was typical with her, Roxanne beat her to the punch, barking, "Well, if we're competing to see who the bigger bottom is...Wren might as well just quit now. Because NOBODY is out-bottoming the fucking Prodigy!"

Though she wasn't quite as stern a saleswoman as Rox, Wren argued, "Well, that's...uhh...one way of saying you've been run through by everyone...ummm, willingly!"

"Bitch, do you wanna settle this with some hands?" Roxanne asked, looking like a shrimp next to Sinclair but, as the champion, standing her ground nonetheless.

"I don't have to...I'm going to beat you...in this challenge!" Wren awkwardly fired back, knowing she stood no chance across the ring from The Prodigy.

"Girls...please...fighting solves nothing. Each of you, grab a handheld toy from your collection. And use them. I'll be watching," Arianna ordered, thrusting into Gigi's fat, pale, gelatinous cheeks as hard as she possibly could, both Wren and Roxanne scrambling to their lockers to retrieve the biggest handheld dildos in their collection, obviously never to be used in any asshole other than their own. Though, unfortunately for Wren, that was where her chances of winning began to slip. Bright and early, right at the beginning.

As she returned, her ten-inch handheld firmly in her grasp, she noticed Roxy not far behind, holding something bigger. Girthier. 12 inches long and 5 inches wide, beating her by two inches in both categories and immediately putting her behind in the running. "Wow, Wren," Roxanne laughed. "That's it? Puh-lease...haha, you stand NO chance."

"Shut up!" Wren fired up, stepping out of her shell in hopes that her passion for being bottomed would help her case a bit. But, sadly, it didn't.

"No...Prodigy Booty is correct, NQB. That's kinda sad...I won't know if you're worthy unless you compete on the same, equal playing field. Luckily for you, I believe that everyone should have a fair chance! So hurry along and grab something similar from Miss Booty's locker! But I'm docking you points!" Arianna ordered and Wren quickly scurried over, thanking Mistress Grace for the opportunity. When she returned shortly after, now sporting a tool the exact same size as Roxanne's, it was time to begin.

They each slammed the suction base to the ground before stripping out of their gear bottoms, tossing them aside, and kneeling down as they set their sights on their respective butt plugs. And, lying in those buttplugs, existed a cheeky opportunity for Wren to get those lost points back. As they each began to pull those plugs out of their shitpipes, it was The Prodigy who managed to fully extract hers first. And not because she'd raced to the finish either. No, it was smaller, by several inches. And, when Wren finally finished, managed to find enough confidence to boast about that little fact.

"Haha...look who's going small now," She quipped before popping her 9 inch plug in her mouth, beginning to clean it.

Roxanne growled, "Oh, you shut your stupid face! Mistress Grace-I mean, Arianna? Don't listen to her! I had a match tonight, that's all! That's why I only had my 6 inch plug in! Yeah, SOME of us actually wear their gear for a reason." Roxanne's snark, very clearly directed towards "the jobber", as she called Wren previously, was followed by The NXT Champ promptly copying said jobber by cleaning off her buttplug, and on top of that, finishing first. Not that it really mattered since Wren was working with more length and girth.

In any case, it didn't take long for either of those pathetic bottoms to finish cleaning their buttplugs and turn their attention to the real task at hand: riding those handhelds and proving their worth to Miss NXT! The Beauty Queen, the most-naturally gifted top the WWE has ever seen and, hopefully, earning the right and privilege of calling her Mistress Grace. And with one more Ari-nnouncement, the game was on. A simple command: "Begin." Gigi's loose, destroyed butthole weathered the onslaught from Arianna's pristine, pretty, as she'd describe it, cock and as she did, Wren and Roxanne slammed their fat asses down, gobbling up several inches outright.

Impressive for both, especially Wren as up until Gigi's collapse, she'd tried her best to be a switch albeit mostly topping Hell's Favorite Harlot when she literally couldn't find ANYONE else. Since then, Sinclair had given up on topping entirely though, turning her No Quarter booty from an occasional delicacy into one of the hottest, most-used items on NXT's menu. Though, while her "body count" per se was impressive, Sinclair's anal talents, much like their differences in the ring, couldn't compare to Roxanne.

Now sure, all things considered, Wren's ass was pretty fat! Just as far as Roxy's, albeit The Prodigy's Mass of Ass was far more impressive given her tiny frame. But, just because the former AEW Dark starlet had the tools, didn't mean she was as equipped to use them as Roxanne. And, when it came down to it, the race could never be won. Roxanne's fat, brown bubble cheeks were the first to touch the cold floor below, signalling to everyone that she was the first to stuff every inch up her worn, Mexican butthole.

"Yay! Congratulations, Prodigy Booty!" Arianna celebrated, thrusting into Gigi's throat, the orange-haired harlot coughing and gagging but, ultimately, remained happy-as-can-be.

"Ughhhh...did I...win already?" Roxanne, so addicted to anal pleasure even a handheld melted her brain, asked.

"Of course you didn't win already...uhhh, right?" Wren asked, still trailing behind with three-fourths of the 12-incher up her tanned tush.

"Correct, she did not! But, No Quarter Booty? You're falling behind!" Ari reminded before ultimately slipping in, "That's not very impressive."

Suddenly, Wren slammed her ass down, gobbling up the rest, and then, to help close the distance, began riding while Roxanne was still soaking in the euphoric feeling. And, not looking to lose out, Roxy followed suit. "Yes, I like it! That's the attitude I wanna see, girls!" Miss NXT praised, continuing to pummel the throat in front of her. "Show me how badly you want to be saved!"