Beautiful Brutality Ch. 02

The same couldn't be said for Toni Storm though. The simple fact that she was even topping anyone, let alone Ember Moon, a former main roster girl and NXT Women's Champion was astounding, considering everybody has had a turn with her ridiculously fat ass. Toni had tried being a top and, in the very small pond of NXT UK, she was moderately successful. The well of success had dried up since coming to NXT Proper, however, with Toni learning the hard way just how butt-hungry the girls out west really are.

Everyone, from the tippy tops to worthless bottoms like Io Shirai have railed Toni's huge butt and, seriously, who could blame them for their desires? I mean, look at that thing! Toni's ass was made to be passed around and enjoyed; it was just natural for something so round and juicy. The same thing happened to Bayley in her time, eventually turning her into a well-used fuckhole.

In fact, Toni was so far down the pecking order, one would probably begin to wonder why she was even picked for this team but, therein lies the difference between most bottoms and Toni Storm. For all of her faults outside of the ring, Toni was a genius inside of it. Much like the reigning champ and prominent locker room bottom Io Shirai, nobody could take anything away from Toni's wrestling skills. When she bottomed, it was usually because she wanted to, not because she had to. And that was proven by her team's winning ways. That, and her history with Rhea Ripley.

During their time in NXT UK together, Rhea and Toni were almost mutually exclusive. Ripley was the one who taught the Thunder From Down Under everything she knew about bottoming, with some of her greatest memories of having a big cock buried in her depths coming from those nights together, chief among those the night Toni beat Rhea for the NXT UK title. That night, they celebrated with a several-hours long session that Storm wasn't able to recover from for weeks on end!

All in all, Kota, Toni, and Candice weren't among the best in the bed that NXT had ever seen. They weren't elite tops, but they didn't have to be with the bottoms they were in charge of. Every lick drove them wild, and while Io and Shotzi were hopeless in their efforts to contain the pleasure from consuming them, Ember had done her best to fight it off. But now, even she couldn't help herself!

The hands that once covered her mouth had traveled south, and were now responsible for pulling those huge ass cheeks apart, giving Toni easy access to her back door. Toni Storm, the woman who not so long ago, Ember had upstaged the very night she arrived in stateside NXT. The woman she'd stolen the spotlight from, now had her drooling and droopy, as moans poured out of Ember's mouth just as frequently as Toni's talented little tongue slipped inside and out of her ass, lathering all of Ember's well-worked anal muscles with sloppy saliva, needlessly preparing for a night's long, bonafide slobber-knocker.

Ember had a tasty little shitpipe too, as did Io Shirai. In fact, Io probably had the tastiest asshole that Dakota had ever sampled, short of her own. It was close, but nothing could rival the taste of Cap'n Kota's butt, a well-known fact in the NXT locker room, on account of the fact that Raquel rarely shut up about how yummy her Kiwi Hunny's bummy really was. But Io was no slouch, rest assured.

Maybe all of her successes inside of the ring made the flavor of Io's already tasty tush even sweeter? Shirai was practically wrestling royalty in Japan, a young legend who'd accomplished everything within her home promotion of World Wonder Ring Stardom physically possible before the age of thirty. You name it, Io probably did it twice, all while putting on some of the best matches women's wrestling has ever seen. So maybe, Io's asshole just tasted so good because of the added adrenaline rush that came from putting such a decorated athlete in a compromising situation?

Whatever the case, Io's ass was top notch, and not just in the taste department, either. The Joshi Judas really did her best to spit at the notion that all Asian women have flat, almost non-existent curves. Shirai's thighs, sweet like sugar and thick like a bowl of oatmeal, were only the tip of Io's sexiness iceberg. Her breasts weren't the biggest but, to be fair, they looked much larger on her relatively small frame, and what they ultimately lacked in size, they made up for in shape.

Much like her teammates, Shotzi Blackheart had quite the impressive physique, as well. Outside of her gothic, tatted up appearance, Shotzi's vibrant green hair really helped her stand out from the rest of the NXT pack. That wasn't all that stood out about her, either. Coupled with her wild, outlandish persona was an ample chest just begging to be set free from the skin-tight prison The Ballsy Badass liked to call gear, and round, plump ass that spilled out of her thong-like bottoms.

On paper, the three couldn't be more different. Ember, Io, and Shotzi all came from different backgrounds, from separate cultures and the like. But one trait they shared and enjoyed together was their big, fat, fuckable asses, and the women behind them enjoying the meat.

The Captain and Co. had silently agreed that they'd take as long as they could rimming the array of fat asses available. Take their time and really get their fill of the delicious butt cream that Shotzi, Io, and Ember had to offer. And for a while, their extended oral sessions went under the radar, unseen by the overlord of the division, Ripped Raquel, who was too busy slapping Rhea Ripley's big pale butt through her gear to notice just how long her minions were taking.

Naturally, the crew were only supposed to be prepping those butts for the upcoming anal workout and nothing more. A prelude of sorts, before the real fun could begin. Raquel was obviously saving all of her energy for Rhea, so the rest of NXT's baddies had plenty of time to pass those big booties around and take turns until La Chingona was primed and ready to make an example out of The Nightmare.

What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her though, and it wasn't like Raquel wasn't amused anyway, right? So Candice, Dakota, and Toni took their time, eating as much of their designated target's butt as possible and eventually even trading off, each shifting down the line one space. Dakota moved on to Ember's big, black booty, Toni switched to Shotzi, and Candice looped to the front and took the prized piece of the pie, the NXT Women's Champ, The Genius of the Sky. Then, when that grew tiresome, they shifted again, and again, and again, eventually completing several laps until Raquel took notice and promptly got the show on the road.

With another slap to Rhea's butt, still clothed as Big Mami Cool was saving the special moment when it would finally be revealed, Raquel growled, "What's the hold up, guys? You should've started already!"

Dakota, trembling with immediately in response to Raquel raising her voice, began babbling, "Sorry, Raquel, I- I mean, we just thought-"

"I don't care what you think!" Raquel barked, showing a more aggressive side towards her supposed "boss", following that up with a surprising confirmation. "Get on with it, before I take control of this little showcase!"

Dakota didn't want that, almost exclusively because it meant herself, Toni, and Candice growing the number of bottoms in line, ready to be fucked from three to six. And thus, the rimming sesh finally came to an end, Dakota officially cutting things off with an affirmative, "Will do, Raquel," directed towards her mistress-behind-closed-doors.

One by one, the winning trio removed their tongues from the losing trio and disappeared into the room in search of strap-ons, with the losers lacking any kind of fight or snappy remarks, a sign that they'd long since accepted defeat. No shame, no humility of any capacity to be felt, a fact that infuriated Rhea to no end, before another smack to her delicious bum set her straight again.

Io and the gals wouldn't dare fight back, not when they were half-looking forward to what came next. It wasn't a big deal for them, bottoming out and all. In fact, it was practically a regular occurrence, unlike for the captain of their team. So, when the winners returned, now fully strapped and ready to rock, there was no drastic change in behavior. Io didn't feel her heart race, a chill didn't run up Shotzi's spine, and Ember didn't begin to sweat or panic.

Dakota and the gals took their original positions, with The Cap'n claiming Io, Toni Storm picking Moon's eclipse, and The Poison Pixie getting stuck with Shotzi. Which, truthfully, wasn't a bad thing per se, more so that Candice would've rather fucked someone with a championship history than a glorified jobber. She was the most self-respecting member of this team, after all, outside of Raquel. Dakota was a pure-bred switch and Toni was a flat-out bottom; out of the three, LeRae was the only one who could honestly say she hasn't been fucked in the butt in quite a while.

Naturally, such an accomplishment only occured because Raquel's attention has been focused elsewhere, and not with putting Candice in her place but...still! Candice felt like she should get to pick, she should get a choice in who she would fuck and sadly, she wasn't afforded that opportunity. Dakota picked first because of her ties to Raquel, and Toni picked next because of her Maw Young Classic tournament and NXT UK championship wins, leaving Mrs. Wrestling out to dry.

It wasn't all bad though, and her worries began to seep away once she properly took her place behind Shotzi's fat Filipina ass, the interior all wet and slimy from the extended rimjob and the exterior slick and sweaty from the near-hour long battle they all shared. While Candice wasn't able to choose her "victim", nobody could tell her when to start actually victimizing The Ballsy Badass, an opportunity Candice took advantage of as a way to flex her blatant superiority to her teammates.

While Kota and Storm were busy delaying the inevitable, Candice wasted no time in pushing forward forcefully, Shotzi squealing in agony as her asshole was ripped open. Even with all of the preparation, Blackheart wasn't ready for a forced entry and naturally, a lack of time to brace for the invasion resulted in a very painful experience early on.

Not wanting to be left behind in the anal affairs, the outstanding members from Team Raquel got going, with Dakota and Toni lining up their cocks with each respective fuckhole. Almost in unison, they pressed forward as an array of varying sounds began to fill the room. Unlike Candice though, Dakota and Toni took their time, allowing Io and Ember's assholes to slowly open up and accept the gracious gift being offered.

Io, the more experienced bottom of the two, was able to do so faster, and in no time at all, gobbled up The Captain of Team Kick's cock head, gasping and moaning for more. Ember struggled a bit more, and probably would've been squirming and squealing like Shotzi, if it wasn't for a combined effort between two specific occurrences: the lack of weight behind Toni Storm's strokes and, as an extension of that, Toni's overall inexperience as a top.

Her natural instincts directed her to take things slow, which worked out because otherwise, the sudden invasion may have been a bit much for Ember to handle. The War Goddess was, without a doubt, the most self-respecting of the three bottoms being put to work and, as a result, has taken the least amount of cocks. With less experience than the others, getting stuck with Kota or even worse, Candice, could've made for an extremely compromising situation, a fact that briefly helped Ember find appreciation for her pairing with Toni Storm. Briefly, because seconds later, Ember remembered that she shouldn't find any appreciation for any situations involving herself bottoming out.

Ember, for better or for worse, has never given up on her hopes and dreams of becoming a top female within WWE. For the better, it's allowed her to stay at the top of her game, through injuries, bad creative, and a bevy of other circumstances that have plagued her run within Vince McMahon's house of sweaty sports-entertainers thus far. Her confidence in herself has never faltered, no matter how many times she's lost or been told that she's not good enough.

For the worse though, Ember's dreams have clouded her perception of the WWE women's hierarchy, falsely tricking her into believing that success in the ring can and will translate to success in the bedroom. This has never been the case but, with someone like Io Shirai as champion, a stone cold bottom who somehow managed to top Rhea Ripley, one of the most dominant people within WWE, something now fact and not just a silly rumor, Ember's ideals were even more believable.

Naturally, all of that was hard to believe now that Toni Storm was filling her tight chute with a seemingly endless amount of rubber man-meat, but that was neither her nor there. Deep down, Ember truly believed that if she was the champion, she wouldn't be in this predicament, and such a thought was to her detriment. At least, that's what the other tops would tell her, anyway.

Be it Big Mami, Candice, Dakota, Indi Hartwell, Rhea, or any of the other top-tier girls in NXT, it didn't matter. Ask 'em, and they'd tell you that Ember Moon's massive butt was meant to be plowed endlessly. Just so round and full, the epitome of the phrase "thicc", complimented by her meaty thighs and her otherwise small stature. Much like the woman fucking her ass, Ember was mostly lower-body, a fact that any detractor would be quick to point out was exactly why her strong mindset was a detriment to her mental health. 'Cause depriving others of fucking that big black booty was essentially denying her destiny!

Alas, Ember was too proud to submit as much as she should. And it's not like she didn't enjoy bottoming out either! In fact, she was already enjoying herself with only half of Toni's mast stuck inside of her shitpipe, sending images straight to Moon's mind about the inevitable steamy moment when herself and Toni came together, every inch of that shaft disappearing between the layers upon layers of thiccness they shared. The only problem was those pesky dreams of hers.

Ember thought very highly of herself for...some reason. Despite several key losses that maybe could've changed management's mind about her, especially a pair of those to the mighty Empress of Tomorrow, The War Goddess still felt like she had something to prove. So, instead of giving up on ever making it as a star in WWE, instead of letting all of her hard work, busting that big booty to even make it here go to waste, Ember persevered. And sadly, the only thing truly going to waste was her massive potential as a free-use slut.

Nobody was denying her incredible in-ring acumen or her impressive athleticism, a pair of things Ember was quite adept in, actually. More incredible or impressive however, was her natural gift for taking cocks up her ass. Before she even knew it, her greedy fuckhole had scarfed up all nine, measly inches of Toni's dildo like a rubber glutton, a feat so surreal that Candice and Dakota both looked over, sharing the similar emotion concoction of partly impressed, partly jealous.

Candice was particularly upset, mostly because her toy was still struggling to get on the right track. Shotzi's screams had quelled considerably, now more closely resembling weak, pathetic whimpers, with a few grunts sprinkled in to really tell the tale of the pain The Ballsy Badass was enduring. As cold hearted as ever, Candice cared little for this, often increasing the pressure in an attempt to quench her own desires at the expense of Shotzi's sensitive shitpipe.

Meanwhile, quite the opposite was occurring with Dakota Kai and her not-so-prized piece of ass. Despite her best efforts to delay the inevitable, Dakota was unable to deny Io's voracious anal appetite, Shirai's butt swallowing all thirteen inches of The Team Kick Captain's multi-colored cock. Which...was to be expected, as Io Shirai was arguably the biggest bottom in all of NXT.

Sure, there were technically those below her on the pecking order; Toni Storm came to mind, as did Shotzi and some of the newer recruits. But it was the title she wore around her waist, her iconic pre-WWE career, that cemented Io's status. Because while the others were, for lack of a better term, losers, Io wasn't. She, with a cock lodged deep inside of her inner sanctum, was the reigning NXT Women's Champion and before that, the biggest female star in all of Japan.

The name Shirai Io was synonymous with excellence and, much to her home country's ignorance, said excellence seeped into every aspect of her life, including her skills as a cock-hungry slut. The great Io Shirai, The Genius of the Sky could suck and fuck with the best of 'em, no doubt about it, and while Ember was surprisingly able to take her temporary top's cock faster than The Joshi Judas, that was mostly due to the size difference between the two. Ember Moon was an impressively submissive bitch, especially for someone supposedly a switch, but she was no Io and everybody knew it.

Naturally, being one of the most shameless bottoms in NXT and maybe even WWE in general, limited the number of those who hadn't taken Io's tight Japanese booty for a spin to few and far between, at least in developmental territory; the main roster babes, unfortunately, weren't granted too many opportunities to enjoy the pleasures of WWE's resident moonsault aficionado. She's been around the block, so to speak, so her adept abilities in the bottoming arts were commonly known, especially by the woman currently in between getting her ass spanked and groped by the massive Texan across the way.

Every so often, Rhea would try to struggle again, try to burst out of her convictions, before another thunderous smack filed her back in line. She'd even occasionally picture herself "powering up" like her favorite Dragon Ball Z character, Vegeta, a powerful alien warrior to whom the puny ropes wrapped around her body wouldn't even be a mild inconvenience to.

Sadly, her fantasy was merely that, a pointless delusion harbored by a horrible, painful reality as Big Mami's hand came in contact with her juicy butt once again, sending shockwaves all throughout her entire body. And then, just when poor, helpless Rhea thought things couldn't get any worse, Raquel finally decided to stop taking it easy on her.

One of the most commonly known facts among WWE's female hierarchy is that spanking another female was a prime way of asserting one's dominance over another. And, as an extension of that, the best way of doing that was to slap the ass in question bare bottom, really cementing the pain and the humiliation with the visual of a bright, or sometimes dark red mark or marks. Almost as a way of saying, "A real top would never wear these scars." And up until this point, Raquel hadn't been doing this, but it was for a very good reason.

What Raquel desired was a big reveal, something to play up the embarrassing image that was currently lurking behind Rhea's gear. The damage had been done, albeit slightly less without the raw, skin-on-skin contact, it just couldn't be seen. Everyone knew that Rhea was in pain; her face was all squinched up and red as a tomato, they simply lacked the evidence. And at long last, Raquel was finally done depriving them of such.

With a devilish smirk, Raquel ran her hand over Rhea's ass again, aggressively groping that delicious bum through The Nightmare's shiny black trousers as she declared, "Mmm, Rhea, I can't! I can't take it anymore! I need to see it! God, Rhea, your ass is so big and fat, I just have to see it!" Redirecting her hand, Big Mami traveled up to The Dommy Mommy's waistband, ripping downward with all of her might.