Respect and Ctrl

Note: It's assumed the characters are speaking Japanese to one another.

Enjoy!

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Kick, punch, punch, kick, kick, kick. Lately, "training" is all Damage CTRL has been doing, at least in Kairi Sane's eyes. At one point, they were the most-dominant faction in WWE, a moment in time she jumped right into when The Genius of the Sky was the WWE Women's Champion, and The Kabuki Warriors were Tag Team Champions. On top of the world, and growing in numbers under Iyo's wrestling genius and Bayley's veteran mentorship.

But that was then, before Bayley went "soft", and they decided to oust The Role Model from the group SHE created, a mistake they'd live to regret obviously, when she beat The Queen of Queen's clean as a whistle at WrestleMania 40. And since then, it's been all downhill for Damage CTRL. Loss after loss, notably Iyo failing to become Queen of the Ring and then back-to-back Miss Money in the Bank. A move to Raw and untimely injuries to boot, and things haven't been the same for the predominantly Joshi supergroup. Which, in Kairi's opinion, was because the only non-Japanese wrestler in their group was the one calling the shots.

Because of Dakota, Damage CTRL's direction seemed misguided, to say the least. Because of Dakota, all they ever seemed to do was train, something she ordered them to do yet again following their loss in the triple threat tag title match on Raw, despite the fact that Iyo and Kairi hadn't actually been beaten in the result. Train, train, train. Kick, punch, punch, kick, kick, kick the heavy bag. That's all Kairi and Iyo had done since their loss last night. Train in the gym. And the worst part was, Iyo was the only one that ever got any training done. The Queen of Queen's needs SOMEONE to hold the bag and spot the weights for her, after all.

"How long are we going to keep this up, Iyo?" Kairi asked, almost in pristine condition compared to her Sky Pirates comrade, who's entire body was soaked in sweat, drenching her tiny, tight-fitting work-out gear in the salty substance.

"As long as we have to. I'm sick of losing!" Sky assured, delivering what would surely be a brutal high kick that rocked the bag, and would've knocked little Kairi off of feet if she hadn't been expecting it.

Kairi rolled her eyes. "C'mon, you can't be serious, Iyo! We're already the best wrestlers in the world! Hitting the bag and lifting weights isn't going to change THAT much." Iyo grunted in response, and delivered a fierce three-piece combo to the bag, two jabs and a kick. "Listen, I think what Damage CTRL needs is a plan. Something to really turn the division upside down! A new-"

"Dakota is handling it," Iyo gruffly assured, cutting off her tag team partner and long-time friend.

"Is she?" Kairi sassily asked. "I can't tell! Don't get me wrong...I love Dakota...but things have really dropped off here since we kicked out Bay-"

"Don't say her name!" Iyo snapped, shooting an icy glare The Pirate Princess's way the second Bayley, the woman who took her world championship, was mentioned. Changing the subject, she reiterated, "Dakota...is...handling it. Like I said. She's done a great job. Damage CTRL has been given opportunities, Kairi. WE haven't sealed the deal. That's not her fault. It's our fault. That's why we're training. I may be the best wrestler in the world, but just simply being the best doesn't guarantee success here in WWE like it did in Japan. You've noticed, haven't you? There's a level of cunning...an edge...that you need. I had it, and that's why I made it to the top. But I lost it..."

Kairi shook her head in disagreement as Iyo continued punishing the heavy bag. "Okay...I see what you're saying, but there has to be something better. You said it yourself just then...we've been given opportunities? What happened to taking opportunities?! Nobody in WWE is on our level! Why are we sitting around waiting?" Kairi preached, and immediately, Iyo couldn't help but grin, something she often did when Kairi got off on these little tangents. She couldn't offer any kind of respectful reaction; not to someone who'd done nothing in WWE to deserve respect.

Kairi talked a big game, as she often did...but what gave her the right? A question Iyo had found herself asking quite often recently, especially as Kairi's rants about "what was best for Damage CTRL" seemed to come after every Raw recently, and last until the next one. Who'd she ever beat? Plenty of great wrestlers...in STARDOM. But Kairi's career had never seemed to hit the same heights in WWE. Some reasonable tag team success as a member of The Kabuki Warriors, but individual success? Practically nothing, especially if you're only counting WWE's main roster. Such an undeserved reaction. If anybody deserved to feel the way Kairi did, it was Iyo, someone who had been at the mountain top, had not only carried WWE's greatest prize, but main-evented the biggest show in history with it, as well.

Precisely why, when Kairi let go of the bag and, perhaps even only jokingly suggested, "At this point, I should just be the leader of Damage CTRL", Iyo Sky couldn't help but burst out into laughter. Such a ridiculous statement deserved a ridiculous reaction, right? Well...Kairi certainly didn't seem to think so.

"What? WHAT?! Why is that so funny?" Kairi angrily asked as Iyo cracked up.

"That..." Iyo barely squeaked out, doubling over with laughter. And, as she continued to try and fail to explain herself, Kairi crossed her arms, not finding it one bit amusing; Kairi herself meant the little quip as a joke and nothing more, but Iyo's reaction was just downright insulting. Eventually though, The Genius of the Sky managed to get her wits about her and, naturally, became capable of explaining herself. "That's just ridiculous, Kairi. Why would you be the leader?"

"What? I..." Kairi stuttered, struggling to decide whether she should actually say what was on the tip of her tongue before coming out with it. "I could be the leader of Damage CTRL."

Iyo burst out laughing again, this time even harder than before, Kairi's more serious, meaningful tone making the "joke" a thousand times more comical. Only, it was only a joke to the red-faced, sweaty Queen of Queens. Kairi was taking all of this surprisingly seriously.

Iyo eventually recovered again and added, "Ahhh...c'mon, Kairi...you can't be serious, right? No, really...you? The leader? That's...surely you see how funny that is, right?"

"Nope, sorry," Sane sternly assured. "I'm well-credentialed and we're going nowhere. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't have a chance to be the leader for once. I bet I'd take us to new heights."

"I like your confidence...perfect for our little lackey," Iyo quipped and, officially, Kairi looked offended. Nevertheless, Iyo continued. "But not the leader. Seriously, Kairi, no offense but...you're not that woman. You're just...you're not gonna make me say it, are you?"

Kairi, arms crossed, both desperate for the respect she deserves and irate that she never seemed to get it from anyone in her own group, sternly ordered, "Say it."

"You're a loser! There! Happy! You're just a loser, Kairi. I'm a winner! Asuka? She's a winner. Dakota...well, she's a loser, but unlike you, she's got a really great mind for this business. She understands what works...and she'll get us back to the top. You? You're going nowhere. If it wasn't for you, we would be tag team champions right now!"

"Oh? Oh really?" Kairi asked, starting to fire up. "I didn't see you winning that fucking match, bitch!"

"Bitch? We're going there? I highly suggest you don't, Kairi. Because we both know that you're half the woman I am. Always have been. Please...don't make me prove it...again."

Kairi shook her head; this time, she was the one laughing. Not nearly as heavily as Iyo had been, but when it came to who was "more woman" than the other, Kairi knew the answer, and thus, Iyo's declaration was just a tad bit funny. Was Kairi a loser in WWE? Maybe. That accusation wasn't exactly unrealistic. But, Kairi has other ways of proving her superiority...ways she always managed to keep under wraps. With the desire to claim the respect she felt she deserved mounting, Kairi could feel herself stepping closer towards making a grand revelation.

"Me, half the woman than you? Don't make me laugh, Iyo."

"I'm the one who should be laughing at you, Kairi...in fact I was laughing at you just a minute ago, remember? Because you're RIDICULOUS. You couldn't lead a fucking horse to water, let alone MY stable. So, you ARE half the woman I am. God, half is being generous, honestly. You're like a quarter. Or a tenth, actually."

"Funny," Kairi piped up, wanting to prove her superiority more and more. Wanting to reach out and command that respect and, most importantly, STOP being a punching bag like that which she stood beside. And, maybe, she wasn't thinking clearly. Maybe Kairi's judgment lapsed and, in a rare miscue, her ego took over. But in any case, with Iyo looking back at her, angrily and pent up, Kairi was ready to prove herself, now more than ever. "Would you like me to show you how much of a woman I really am, Iyo?"

"Ha, what...are you challenging me to a fight? Is that how you're gonna show me? Because if so, don't waste your time."

"No," Kairi assured, taking each side of her work-out tights waistband into her hands. "I'm just going to do this." And with that simple declaration, Kairi Sane pulled her work-out pants down, dropping Iyo's jaw in the process.

There The Genius of the Sky, the greatest female wrestler in the world stood, aghast at the sight before her. Protruding from the crotch of Kairi, her close friend of well-over ten years, was a penis. A PENIS?! And...BALLS!? Iyo couldn't believe her eyes...in fact, she didn't believe her eyes. At first, she thought it to be fake, some kind of dildo or something she heard about the other women using from time to time, but something Iyo and, as far as she knew, the rest of Damage CTRL had never dabbled in.

But that theory didn't last long as Kairi took hold of her cock, wrapping as much of her tiny hand around that thing as she could and began to slowly stroke it. And, naturally, it began to erect. It grew. And grew. And grew, proving that it wasn't fake. Very, very, very real, in fact, Kairi stroking and smirking as Iyo stood stunned, her eyes glued to what was quickly becoming the biggest cock she'd ever laid eyes on. Easily.

Eventually, it was Kairi who broke the silence, asking, "What, Iyo? What happened to all of that talk about me being 'less of a woman', huh?"

"Wh-wh...K-Kairi...where did...THAT...come from?" Iyo asked, practically trembling at the sight of that thick, stiffening rod and, more importantly, how close she was to it.

Kairi, her grin only growing, explained, "Oh, I've always had this. Always." Even in her current state, Iyo tried to think back to a time where she actually saw Kairi naked. Full-on or even a slight glimpse...she couldn't think of a single moment.

"You know...you haven't taken your eyes off of it," Kairi pointed out, still stroking her beast, beginning to fully mast at just under nine inches in length and over five inches in girth.

"It's...it's...." Iyo, usually so immensely confident, stumbled over her words.

"It's huge, right?" Kairi finished for her. "Yeah, I don't know why, haha...I guess you could say I'm blessed. But, you wanted proof of why I'm a superior woman to you, right? Here it is. And because I'm fucking sick and tired of being pushed around! And I'm ESPECIALLY sick of not being treated with the respect I deserve. So, Iyo...I think I'm gonna command my respect from now on in this group...starting with you."

"S-Starting with me?" Iyo parroted, still caught in a trance-like state.

"Yes, bitch, starting with you! I said that what Damage CTRL needs is to reach out and take opportunities instead of waiting around for them! And I'm gonna lead by example, right now! So...get on your knees."

Iyo Sky didn't have to obey. She knew that. She didn't have to obey Kairi Sane, didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do. The only problem was, her eyes hadn't left that thick, throbbing cock since Kairi had whipped it out. And The Queen of Queen's wasn't sure how or...why...but something about it flipped a feral switch inside of her brain. A switch that she, herself, didn't want to flip. Which is precisely why she managed to switch to a not-so cocklusted expression as she dropped to her knees, just as The Pirate Captain ordered.

"Good...now suck it," Kairi commanded, letting go of that python, letting it dangle in The Genius's face. Barely an inch of space existed between Iyo's beautiful face and that massive meat rod. Iyo watched it pulsate, watched it throb, awaiting her attention. And, she did her best to ignore her own feral desires for as long as she could, mostly because she truthfully didn't believe that a big, fat girlcock automatically made Kairi the superior woman. But, instincts are instincts, and Iyo could only fight the desires for so long before wrapping her lips around the head of that massive cock.

She didn't stay focused on the head for long though; the fact that she didn't immediately gobble up the entire length in one gulp was proof that Kairi was at least 3 times the size of anything Iyo had ever had in her mouth. Hell, just fitting it inside of her mouth was a challenge, but Iyo managed like only the best of the best could, eventually managing to bob her head up and down half of the length. Officially sucking that huge cock. Pleasuring her long-time friend and tag partner. God, how was this happening!

Iyo still couldn't believe what was happening, despite the fact that her mouth was slobbering all over that shlong, spit dribbling down her chin as her lips pucker and pursed and her head bobbed, that cock throbbing in her hot mouth every second. So, incredibly surreal...surreal and very, very wrong, yet The Genius of The Sky couldn't stop herself from getting even more enthusiastic with that shaft, encouraged greatly by The Pirate Princess.

"Mmmm...great job, Iyo...great little cock-sucking bitch," Kairi groaned, reaching forward to run her hands through Iyo's soft hair and guide her head down farther...something Sky didn't take kindly to.

Spitting out that cock, she growled, "Don't touch me...and don't call me your bitch, either!" Iyo wore a very serious face, one that could've forced Kairi to handle her friend's threat with sincerity. If only Iyo didn't immediately go back to sucking that dick with all of the enthusiasm of a two-dollar whore. And just like that, she was back to looking like Kairi's bitch, and both girls were in heaven again.

Kairi loved the feeling of Iyo's mouth around her cock, sucking and slurping as much as she could. And Iyo, the proud champion the world over, was in big girlcock heaven. Sucking that shaft seemed to be endless fun, but it wasn't long before Kairi was trying to move things along again, specifically to regain control of the situation. Complete and total control, and if Iyo didn't want to give it up willingly...then The Pirate Princess was just going to have to take it by force. So, that's exactly what she did.

Kairi seized Iyo's head again, but this time, immediately thrust her cock into The Genius's mouth, rattling Sky and rendering her completely immobile. Then, Kairi thrusted again, and then again, officially beginning to fuck her tag partner's throat, something Iyo obviously wasn't used to, based on how quickly she began to slap Kairi's soft, workout gear-covered thighs, but to no avail. Sane wasn't ready to show mercy until she got the respect she deserves.

Eventually, Iyo did exactly what Kairi wanted her to: stop fighting. She coughed, hacked, and gagged around that huge cock as it pummeled her throat, but her arms fell to her side...only then did Kairi offer a brief reprieve. She plucked that shaft from Iyo's windpipe, giving The Queen of Queen's a moment to breathe and, as she did, Kairi took a moment of her own to lay her thick, throbbing dick across Iyo's red, sweaty face.

"You know...hehe...you look so much prettier like this, Iyo," Kairi joked, wiping Iyo's face with her cock.

"F-Fuck y-you," Iyo barked back, wondering why she just sat there taking the humiliation and abuse instead of putting Kairi in her place. Wondering why her mouth was watering at the thought of that cock inside of it again. She didn't have to wait long.

"Oh, shut up!" Kairi yelled before stuffing Iyo's throat again, filling that hot little mouth as quickly and efficiently as possible. Her grip on Iyo's head tightened, and in turn, she began to stuff more and more of that shaft down that tight windpipe. More and more, until Iyo physically couldn't take anymore. Kairi held her there, choking her friend on that cock, feeling more powerful than she could ever remember.

Eventually, she let Iyo go again, before they gave it another shot, this time aiming for The Genius of the Sky to deep-throat the entire length. A tall task no doubt, but if anyone could do it, Kairi was certain that her super-slut best friend could. And so, they were off for round two. Iyo may not have realized it, but she herself was giving a massive effort, almost subconsciously wanting to prove that she COULD deep-throat such a huge cock. Perhaps that was her ego getting in the way. In any case, she was proven right.

Iyo hunkered down and swallowed every inch of that bad boy. She didn't hold it for long, regurgitating that meat shortly after, but she did it! Boy, did she do it. And for some reason, she felt a massive sense of accomplishment. As if gobbling up such a thick and huge cock was something to be proud of. Of course, it didn't help that Kairi looked incredibly proud OF her too.

"Good girl," The Pirate praised, following it up with a pat on the head, something that quickly snapped Iyo out of her cocklust again.

"Don't patronize me!" Iyo snapped, pretending as if the past few moments hadn't happened.

"Oh, it doesn't feel nice, does it? But that's how you guys always treat me, right?"

"Huh?" Iyo asked, confused.

"Don't play dumb, Iyo. Always acting like I'm nothing but a lackey! Hell, you told the whole story by laughing at me when I said that I could lead Damage CTRL!"

"But you ARE our lackey!" Iyo attempted to argue, but Kairi wasn't having it.

"No, I'm SUPPOSED to be your ally! Your friend! But...that's not the dynamic anymore! Now...I'm your superior, and you? You're my bitch. So, stand up, bitch! That's an order!"

Iyo scowled, mostly because Kairi, someone she's beaten countless times giving her an order, just didn't sit right. But she listened; something about the surprising base in Kairi's voice and that thick, throbbing member still wiggling around made anything but listening practically impossible. Iyo stood up, setting the stage for Sane to make her next move.

"Alright, now...strip for me," Kairi ordered, returning her hand to her cock and slowly jerking. "Take those close off and show me that perfect body. And make it a show too!"

Iyo rolled her eyes but, again, couldn't help but conform. Starting with her top, practically a white bra disguised as "work-out gear" suctioned to her beautiful, perfectly round breasts, which Iyo slowly pulled off of her hot, sweaty body, allowing those tits to flop freely. Unsurprisingly, Iyo wasn't shy about showing off her body; years of gravure modeling made it easy. Exposing herself to one of her best friends wasn't exactly a walk in the park, but it was nothing she couldn't get over, especially with her eyes still glued to that cock.

Next came the second and final piece to Iyo's attire. Turning around under Kairi's orders, who gave the que via a spinning of her finger, Iyo set her sights on the bottoms. Her shorts, practically glued to her skin like blue on jeans and, much like her top, hugging every delicious curve. Watching Iyo struggle to pull the tight, elastic material over and past her fat, jiggly ass cheeks was a sight Kairi found both hilarious and addictingly hot. Eventually, Iyo succeeded, pulling down the shorts that clung to her soft, pale skin partially because of how tight they really were and partially because of how long she'd worn them and how much sweat had soaked into the material.