Artist: Lvl 3 Toaster

Source: post/138690912169/rwby-full-size-images-ruby-weiss-blake-yang

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Author: TheBlackbirdCalls

Warnings: None.

"Why, hello there, Snow Angel!" Neptune said in his most flirtatious voice, interrupting a shocked and quickly reddening Weiss in the cafeteria.

"Oh," Weiss replied, caught off guard from her crush talking to her, and moreover calling her such a cute nickname. She'd heard him say it before, but she couldn't help but love it each time. "H-Hi, Neptune. What is it?" Her heart raced. Even after he denied her invitation to the dance, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She didn't even mind the dancing that caused him to say no; it just made him cuter that he was shy about it.

"Is it so wrong to want to talk to such a lovely girl?"

Weiss giggled and looked away, waving her hand at Neptune. "Stop it, it's working." She took a sip of her coffee, gleaming.

"That's the kind of face I love; it suits your face so well..." Neptune put a leg up onto the bench, leaned forward, and turned his fingers into a frame, capturing a overjoyed Weiss, who posed for her camera. He smiled and said, "Hold the pose, hold the pose... You're smiling like the cutest guy in the world is talking to you... There!" He shuttered a finger.

"Heehee. You can't JUST be here to flirt, can you? Or do you want to take little old me somewhere later?" Weiss started circling her finger in her coffee as she rested her face on her hand, framing her smiling face. "Ah, I'm so glad Yang isn't here... She'd have a field day with this."

"Your partner is a bit of..." Neptune paused, thinking. "She's something, all right." He sat down and reciprocated Weiss' flirty look. "But yes, I do have another reason for talking to such a lovely lady."

"And what would that be? Along with being a charmer, of course?"

"You see, Sun and I go way back. We've known each other since we were kids, and we've done a lot of things together..."

Weiss looked a bit confused, not understanding Neptune's words.

"And...?"

"Well, you see, one of those things we like to do together is make bets. Stupid stuff, usually: who can hold their breath the longest, who can take the best shot, who can do blank kinda thing."

Weiss still looked confused.

"I still don't follow."

"Well, today of all days, he and I made a bet. A bet involving little old you."

"Yes? And what would that bet be?" Weiss was the slightest bit hurt. She didn't really like the idea of being bet material. Still, if it meant more attention from Neptune, she supposed it was fine.

"First, he bet I couldn't make you giggle in that cute way." Neptune smiled as Weiss repeated her adorable noises. "That's a lie, I just wanted to hear it again."

"You..." Weiss tried to look angry, or at least annoyed. She couldn't.

"No, the real bet we made is..." Neptune trailed off.

"What is it?"

"Well, he bet me that I couldn't convince you to flash me."

Weiss' hands hit the table hard with the combined force of surprise, shock, annoyance, and something she could only describe as thrill. She didn't respond, but her face grew redder.

Neptune looked disappointed. A faint, "I'm going to take that as a–" passed his lips, unheard by Weiss.

"Okay."

Neptune's face brightened as he looked up and into Weiss' eyes. "Really? Wow, oh my god, thank you!"

Weiss felt her heart ache. She really liked Neptune. She really liked how flirty he was and how he always complemented her. She really loved how forward he was being. She couldn't deny how the idea of flashing her crush, in the middle of the cafeteria no less, made her mood soar and her lust grow. She nodded in agreement and said, "One condition."

"Anything, Snowflake."

"You have to take me out to dinner next week. I want somewhere nice." Weiss made a cute look and stared at the still recovering Neptune, who, in addition to getting a date, has his proposal accepted.

"You'll have to show me; don't forget I'm new here. But yes, of course. Mind if I get a picture? Need to rub it in Monkey Boy's face."

Weiss looked around hesitantly, scanning the cafeteria for onlookers. Seeing no one, she replied, "Okay. But it's ONLY to show him. I'm gonna make you delete it, okay?"

"Works for me."

"Okay, okay, hurry."

Weiss gripped the top of her dress around her bust while Neptune readied his scroll. She recalled she wasn't wearing a bra, not that it mattered. She liked that Neptune would know that fact in a few seconds. She waited for him to flash a thumbs up before pulling down.

Weiss lowered her dress, letting her ivory breasts out into the open, cut off from the outside world by way of her snowy jacket. With a hesitant but more than willing smile, she saw Neptune gawk at her small but idyllic boobs, perfect pale skin contrasting her soft pink nipples. Weiss blushed as she exposed the entirety of her chest, wearing only a small silver necklace that glinted from the light in Neptune's eyes. She felt hot. She felt sexy. She was really glad she was doing this. Neptune took in every inch of her perfectly sized, perfectly proportioned, perfectly pert breasts as he sat with wide eyes, an open mouth, and a lack of movement from his fingers until Weiss coughed. With a click, Weiss' immaculate flash was saved, letting the snow haired heiress quickly pull her jacket in, covering her breasts before she pulled up her top.

"Just Sun, okay?" Weiss said, bright red after a long silence. She kept looking around the room to see if anyone had noticed. When it seemed nobody had, she sighed out of relief.

"Yes... Anything..." Neptune was still in shock, but closed his scroll.

When they both finally recovered, Neptune got up and said, "I'm free all weekend. Call me when you find a nice place!"

Weiss sat quietly, but nodded. She could still hardly believe what she had done.

"Well, I can't believe how well that went," Neptune thought as he left the cafeteria, pleased with how events played out. "Now to show Sun-" His thoughts were interrupted by a text from the Faunus himself. He read it.

"I win."

Neptune opened the message and nearly jumped at the contents. He covered his screen, found a less populated hallway, and took another look.

Blake Belladonna, laying down, looked up at the camera with a smile brighter than any sun, eyes screaming her joy to the lens. One arm was splayed out behind and above her head, and tracing down revealed exactly what Sun had meant by his two words; her chest was covered by her black and white top, but going further, she wasn't wearing her usual shorts, nor her stockings, nor her boots, nor her anything. Only her hand covered her sex, her lips just visible beneath it while her sensitive bits were covered. Both her legs were up in the air, showing off that a pair of black panties with a neon pink trim were caught between her toes, playfully removed to enforce that her feet were intended to be grabbed and used to help direct another's body to her insides. Weiss' breasts and nervous smile were golden, but they couldn't possibly compare to the scale that Neptune was looking at. He closed his scroll dejectedly.

"Mother... Goddammit."