Dakota Kai took a good long look at herself in the locker room mirror, and for once, not to admire her reflection. What the hell had happened to her?! This was NOT how tonight was supposed to go. Hell, this was NOT how her entire NXT career was supposed to go. Her signing with the black-and-gold brand so many years ago had been predicated on the knowledge that she would be a champion in no time. She had the skills. She had the smarts. And on top of that, she had done everything she could to stamp out any of her weaknesses, like ‘compassion’ and ‘sportsmanship’–something which had initially seemed like a good idea.

After all, she had made some of her greatest career gains after betraying her tag team partner, best friend, and secret lover Tegan Nox and subsequently aligning herself with the rough and brutish Raquel González. Granted, her only brush with title gold during that time had been holding onto the NXT Women’s tag belts for about an hour, but that was why she figured turning on Raquel was a surefire way for her to finally obtain the NXT Women’s Championship AND become the Alpha Female of developmental’s discrete lesbian anal hierarchy, given that the current NXT Women’s Champion and Alpha Female was…well…Raquel herself. The Kiwi had lulled the giant into a false sense of security, striking her right when she least expected it–which was, funnily enough, the moment she should have been expecting it the most.

Raquel should have remembered what her role was supposed to be, dammit! She was there to help Dakota reach the top of this division, not the other way around!! So, where did she get off taking Dakota’s spot?! And why was it that Raquel had been the one bending Dakota over, ruthlessly railing her cute little booty on a regular basis? It wasn’t fair! That was why Dakota had been so determined to put a stop to this nonsense, to show ‘Big Mami Cool’ who was really calling the shots. Yet, somehow, someway, Raquel had beaten her, and no matter how hard she tried to wriggle out of it, Dakota now had to pay the price. Speaking of which…

“Hola, la compañera!” Raquel called out, before gleefully translating. “Hello, sidekick!”

The entire NXT women’s locker room hemmed and hawed at that barb from the victorious hoss, next to no one feeling any sympathy for the sniveling New Zealander.

“Not in the mood.” Kai rolled her eyes, unable to even look at the triumphant champ.

“Well, what you’re ‘in the mood’ for isn’t really what I’m after now, is it ‘Kota?” Raquel asked with a knowing smirk. “You placed the bet, you bit the big one–now you face the consequences.”

“Get her, Big Mami Cool!” Kayden Carter fawningly cheered, having firsthand experience with how skilled Raquel was at sodomizing submissive sluts.

“Yeah! Show Dakota Kai what happens to bullies.” Kacy Catanzaro backed her girlfriend up even as memories of being made to ride Raquel and Dakota with her tiny butt just a couple of months earlier rattled around in her mind.

“Be butt bitch.” Io Shirai encouraged Dakota, blushing bright red as her own tag partner turned mistress, Zoey Stark, gave her big booty a squeeze.

In response, all ‘Cap Kota’ could do was whimper.

Sadly, every word from Raquel was true. Dakota had been so self-assured heading into tonight’s match-up that she had agreed to literally putting her ass on the line–meaning, of course, if she lost, she would be relentlessly sodomized. While that concept may sound like it was ripped straight out of some perverted fanboy’s erotica, it was actually quite a common practice all across the WWE women’s division, albeit a common practice Kai should have probably shied away from. After all, it was implementing that hidden stipulation a few times too many that had nearly led to Dakota becoming one of the biggest bottoms in NXT history–and given that this was a brand that had included Emma, Becky Lynch, Bayley, and currently included Ember Moon and Io Shirai, that was really saying something.

Oh God, Kai could still remember when she had been so innocent and doe-eyed, talked into putting her cute little booty up for grabs in her debut NXT singles match–which had of course resulted in Shayna Baszler fucking her bum with such vicious intensity that it was a wonder Dakota had ever managed to top anyone after that. But she eventually had, admittedly after a gigantic learning curve, and admittedly only after Raquel had given her a few pointers. But that was why beating Raquel was gonna be so poetic, since the successful monster had just as confidently put her ample backside on the line too! Instead, Dakota would now have to endure all the dirty tricks González had taught her, the nefarious New Zealander already feeling her asshole quiver…

Not helping those worrying feelings, the dominant NXT Women’s Champion growled, “So, let’s get to it, sidekick–Strip for me!”

With an adorably defiant glare and pout, Dakota got up off the bench, her face flushing as pink as her hair. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the ensuing striptease from the conniving Kiwi was…well…wasn’t a striptease at all, the arrogant Aucklander instead ripping off her ring gear faster than the speed of light. Still, seeing how flustered this glorified jobber to the stars had become just from these simple orders made Raquel smile. What was less amusing to the second-generation hoss was the fact that ‘Kota was quick to cover up, placing one arm across her petite tits and placing one arm across her…yes…sopping wet twat as she lowered her head in shame.

“Ah, ah, ah, chica.” González growled, aggressively slapping the arm blocking the view of her gorgeous boobs. “We both know how this works.”

Her cheeks now turning an outright red, Dakota let out a soft bleating mewl but ultimately complied, anxiously resting her hands back at her side. This was obviously far from the first time Raquel had seen her naked in this locker room, and hell, this wasn’t even the first time that it was in this context, as her and Raquel had never failed to get down to some serious fun when they were still teaming together, but this was the first time that she had to submit to this bitch after trying to escape her shadow, and Dakota hated that she was right back in this spot. Plus, giving the bold brunette the chance to see her shining slippery cunt on full display obviously led to some delicious commentary Kai really didn’t want to hear.

“Oh shit, you’re into this.” Raquel smirked, feeling that honeypot up like a piece of meat. “I mean, really really into this. Like, damn, sidekick, I’m starting to think you might have a humiliation fetish at this point. You can’t actually be this weak, right?”

“No…I…I don’t…I…” Dakota began stammering, nervously wringing her hands together in an all-too-telling way.

“Shut it.” The champion snarled, removing her hands from that dripping snatch then smacking Dakota’s ass. “Turn around so I can see the only part of you that’s a winner.”

The already infuriated scowl stuck on Dakota’s face became deadly but it soon rang hollow as she did what she was told mere seconds later, rotating so this triumphant giant could get a good look at her backside. Raquel licked her lips, taking that sight in. She at all times admired seeing this hopeless wannabe’s adorable toned ass, but never more than right now, as she knew she could and would release whatever cruelty she desired upon that captivating behind. Although, before she could even get that far, an interesting development took shape.

“Oh my God, la perdedora.” Raquel gawked then grabbed a hold of a shiny metallic ring protruding from ‘Kota’s cute caboose. “What is this?”

Pulling back, González retrieved a thick 6 inch butt plug out of Dakota’s derriere, bursting out in laughter the moment she did. Immediately, poor pathetic Dakota lowered her head and adorably stammered, obviously mortified this humiliating secret was now out in the open. Hadn’t she been embarrassed enough for one night? Did Raquel really have to find that–

“You wrestled our match with a butt plug in?!” The prize-winning powerhouse gleefully pointed out. “I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. That’s a new low, even for you. I…Wait. No. No! I’m starting to think…Did you lose to me on purpose?”

“What…I…Me…I didn’t…N-No!” Dakota instantly protested, perhaps a little too frantically, then more firmly stated. “No. Don’t be ridiculous! Please! I…I went out there to show you who’s boss. Me! It’s still me. You go and have your fun tonight, Raquel. My revenge is coming.”

“Sure it is.” Raquel replied, openly chortling at that hollow response.

“And for the record…” Dakota started, desperately trying to dig herself out of this hole. “I…I just had that…thing…in be-because it makes me feel comfortable, okay?”

“I’m sure it does.” Raquel chuckled, lustfully licking her lips.

Turning to all their onlookers, Raquel held that butt plug high, ready to throw it out to the crowd like it was a T-shirt. Though, before she did, Raquel decided to have a little more fun with this useless cockholster first. Smirking at that crinkled pink starfish, Raquel slowly slid that plug back in then pulled it back once more until the widest part of that cork was stretching her defeated opponent’s rectal ring beyond belief. Predictably, the easily defeated bottom whined high enough to shatter glass the second that occurred, her cries becoming even shriller once Raquel pushed that plug forward yet again, thus meaning that Dakota’s butt was getting fucked before a strap-on had ever even been attached to Raquel’s waist. Such indignity persisted for the next several minutes until Dakota’s humiliated howls morphed into mortified moans, the weak little butt slut clearly getting some enjoyment out of the way Raquel was using this plug. And, of course, those enraptured reactions just had to be acknowledged by Big Mami Cool herself.

“Ooh, that’s it, sidekick.” Raquel wickedly grinned. “Moan like the fuckslut you are, trashy fucking tramp! Getting her skanky ass fucked by her own plug!”

It was then that Raquel’s hostility towards her treacherous tag team partner really shone through, angrily twisting that plug side to side, causing poor ‘Kota to screech at the top of her lungs and instantly instinctively slap the floor beneath her with both hands. Unfortunately for her, they weren’t out in the ring so none of her tapping needed to be validated, the vengeful giant free to enact this anal agony for as long as she wanted. And given how badly Dakota had wronged her, Raquel was content to keep this going for a long long time, each new piercing pained cry sounding more musical to Big Mami Cool than the last. Yet, to the conniving Kiwi’s credit, she didn’t ever speak out or protest. To be fair, that lack of combative rhetoric was partially due to the fact that Dakota was so wracked with overwhelming woe that she could barely conure a coherent wondered, let alone form a single sentence. But Raquel figured some of this had to partially stem from something deeper–that beneath her disdain for her current fate, Dakota still realized her place when put next to the jubilant giant.

Eventually content with the affliction inflicted, this accomplished hoss removed that cork and her cocoa colored eyes scanned each peanut gallery member, the destructive dark haired dom deliberating who exactly was worthy of the privilege…or punishment of sucking every last drop of ‘Kota’s caboose juice. She debated chucking it right at Kay Lee Ray, as the confident Scot had the gall to make her championship intentions known mere minutes after González disposed of dumbass docile doormat Dakota. However, the buff giant wondered better of it, instead leaving it to fate as she absentmindedly tossed that anal flavored toy away without any specific target in mind. That, perhaps unsurprisingly, led to a bit of chaos, a catfight breaking out to see who would get to suckle down the annihilated Aucklander’s anal juices. It was quite the battle for a while there, until Franky Monet raked Indi Hartwell’s eyes, snatched the plug away, and popped it into her mouth, immediately squealing in joy as she gobbled down every drop of Dakota’s booty cream.

God, it was so hot watching that big titted blonde bimbo slurp down another slutty’s bottom’s rectal remnants off a butt plug. Not that that glorious sight was her primary focus. No, González was instead hellbent on exposing Dakota as the shockingly servile submissive slut she had at all times been.

Getting an ingenious genius idea, Raquel quickly made her way to her locker and retrieved a black fine-tip sharpie, swifty uncapping it once she returned to the corner of Cap ‘Kota. Then, in lieu of instantly using that permanent marker, Raquel couldn’t withstand giving those underrated cakes a well-deserved smack with her free hand, laughing as her former lapdog gave a pained yelp of surprise. González knew she probably should have gotten straight to the point but when she was dealing with this worthless fuckhole, she figured getting a little sidetracked by assaulting that adorable ass was justified.

Hell, if anything, it only strengthened her point, although her point was arguably at its strongest when she was at her most blatant, using that bold black marker to spell out exactly what Dakota Kai was to her and now, what she had cemented herself to be in front of the whole whole world. In big plain handwriting, Raquel wrote ‘SIDE’ on Dakota’s right cheek and ‘KICK’ on her left, meaning that alleged ‘Captain’s’ second place status was now officially in writing. Not content with just reading that nomenclature, Raquel decided to make her soon-to-be forever bitch give an outloud confirmation of her newfound status, or more accurately, the status said bitch had been too stupid to recognize.

“Take a good long look at your ass in the mirror.” Raquel chuckled. “And tell me your new name.”

Kai rolled her eyes and sighed but obliged, rotating around so her rump was facing the tall mirror on the locker room wall. Predictably, the exact words The Captain of Team Kick expected to see were printed clear as day on her backside.

“…Side…kick…” Dakota swallowed hard, ashamed she had to say that wretched word.

“If you say so…” Raquel playfully shrugged before promptly charging towards her now ex tag partner and delivering a big boot straight to her flank, causing Cap ‘Kota to collapse onto the cold hard floor beneath her.

Dakota clutched her side in pain, crying out in undisguised agony as this abrupt assault caught her off guard. Not wanting to give Raquel the satisfaction of looking her in the eye, Dakota had kept on staring at the floor, but that unfortunately had led to her eating an unforeseen sneak attack just like this. With the Kiwi momentarily incapacitated, Raquel took benefit of this opportunity, writing a different label on her vanquished challenger’s forehead, this one being a name the fans were much less privy to. In just as crude of lettering, the champion scrawled out ‘WHORE’ right above Kai’s furrowed eyebrows, laughing like a drain once she did. From there, González lifted her ex partner up into ‘Glam Slam’ position, holding her there so Dakota could see the way her face had been defaced.

“And can you read that one too?” Raquel chuckled.

“You…you bitch!” Dakota growled.

Not taking too kindly to that insult, Raquel transitioned from a Glam Slam and instead took a cue from a former WWE Champion’s and fellow hoss’s playbook, trapping her former friend in a Hurt Lock. Barely trying to hide how pathetic she was, Dakota tapped instantly, wailing like a wounded puppy. Reveling in yet another instance of inferiority from Kai, Raquel tossed the twerp down to the ground, admiring her unrivaled authority.

“You wanna try that again, puta?” The NXT Women’s Champion chuckled wickedly, lightly prodding the sprawled out loser with her boot.

Kai sighed, pulling herself up to her feet then staring at the mirror with tears in her eyes.

“Whore. It says whore.” The sinister pink haired Kiwi tersely snapped. “Satisfied?”

“Mmm, somewhat.” Raquel smiled. “You still don’t seem to get it, though. It says that, Dakota, because that’s all you are. A whore. My whore.”

Accentuating her point, Raquel dealt another barbaric blow to ‘Kota’s behind, happy to hear another ear-piercing howl from the Captain of Team Kick. She then took a hold of the scheming New Zealander’s shoulders and placed her down on the ground before backing that enormous backside up into her face. She then slowly pulled down her tight leather pants, graciously showing her disgrace of an ex what a real woman’s ass looked like.

“Oh…my…God.” Dakota couldn’t help but murmur.

Seeing Raquel’s juicy booty up close and personal was infuriating, because never had it been more obvious that this big fat ass was made to be fucked. But instead, Kai was forced to worship that behemoth backside, the defeated challenger squealing once she felt Raquel’s strong and calloused hands gripping a hold of her vibrant fuchsia head. With little warning, Dakota’s face was pushed forward, her disgraced mug buried in this big butt. Raquel chortled as she rubbed Dakota’s face into her colossal caboose with unhinged fury, seemingly hellbent on suffocating her conquered rival.

The Auckland native’s make-up caked face was already in a bit of disarray, thanks to the natural sweat that had already streamed down it as a result of all the grueling effort she had poured into her latest title match failure. But now? It was absolutely ruined, smears of eyeliner and lipstick streaked out across her face as she was smothered by that gigantic butt. Overwhelmed from inhaling those fleshy globes, Dakota began violently choking, feeling the pigment in her face drained away with every passing second.

Possessing a sense of sadism that would make Randy Orton blush, Raquel González reveled in the cries of The so-called “Captain”, leaving her engulfed in that bulbous booty for as long as she could. However, as honestly tempting as it was after this bitch had betrayed her, Raquel figured it probably wouldn’t be the best idea to get convicted of manslaughter, so she at long last showed a modicum of mercy, pulling Dakota away from her rotund rump.

Hearing this paltry excuse for a wrestler and a woman whine, wail, and wheeze was music to the jubilant giant’s ears, the tough Texan barely giving the pitiful pink haired e-girl the chance to breathe before making her next move. Said next move was the same as the first, Raquel once more pushing Dakota’s face forward. With a tight hold on that fucktoy’s fuchsia hair, Raquel repeated the literally breathtaking smothering process, tugging left and right on those lush locks and making ‘Kota essentially inhale her meaty backside. She even went so far as to grind her gigantic ass against the disgraced Dakota’s once smug mug, the Kiwi cretin feeling light headed the longer her pretty little head was held there. And it was no short ordeal, Raquel seemingly determined to keep her pathetic ex-partner in that position for a far greater duration this time around, wanting the submissive sad sack to truly suffer.

But again, González drew the line at actually sucking the life force from this sidekick-in-denial, meaning she inevitably had to pull the perpetual jobber-to-the-stars away from her big booty yet again. Mercifully giving the bottom a break, Raquel chuckled as she heard the downtrodden clod practically sob. As cruel as it was, the betrayed hoss cared very little for this bitch’s well being and apparently the rest of the locker room felt similarly. While Dakota frantically gasped for air, a handful of women gathered around the defeated weakling, spitting on her beaten down but trembling body and in her gaping open mouth, making catching her breath that much more difficult. Anytime she came close to her regular respiration being restored, a fresh wad of saliva from another woman landed in her mouth and made the born loser choke even harder than she did in her match against Raquel tonight. Even women like Kacy and Kayden, who had been topped by Dakota in the past, now saw her for what she was–a piece of trash meant to be abused.