As Weiss closed the door, Blake collapsed, too tired to care about anything. She still had a little time to get the last few minutes of rest in. If she could just lay in bed for a minute longer...

"Hmm~" Blake mewled into her pillow. It had been a long week, so lying around in bed was a dream. Plus, in a little while, she'd be able to relax at the–

Blake's eyes shot open. She looked at the clock and realized she had fallen asleep again, and now had five minutes before her friends left without her after promising she'd go. Having needed a vacation, she'd been looking forward to a beach day same as everyone else, so she wouldn't miss it for anything. It occurred to her that she also hadn't finished packing; she meant to do so last night, but she ended up getting to absorbed into her new book and forgot until just now. And now was a little late.

Throwing herself out of bed, Blake threw the first thing she on could find after ditching her pajamas. Now in an oversized Beacon jacket and some white shorts, she set about packing in record time. Her outfit wasn't exactly glamorous, but she'd change into her one piece soon enough– but she had to actually pack her swimsuit first. Looking at the clock, she grabbed her backpack, opened the drawer that had her suit in it, and shoved everything in, not having the time or rationality to dig through it all. She had precious seconds to get out to the bus stop, lest her team and friends ditch her at the dorms, so she could sort everything out later.

Grabbing a towel, Blake launched her way out of the dorm room and began hauling her way to the bus stop. Even at top ninja speed, she got to her friends just as the bus touched down, both saving her the humiliation of being told off, but also letting her know that she couldn't chance sleeping in again.

After a bit of growling at Zwei, the teams landed and set up at the beach, ready to enjoy a day in the sun while the break lasted.

"Ahhhhh!" Blake sang, reveling in the warmth of the sun. Everything was perfect from the weather to the scent of fish to the book she went back to reading to the wink Sun gave her as he threw off his jacket. Blake loved his flirting, especially after her time with him at the docks, plus he was just built in every way she liked. She felt a bit of pride in knowing that the Faunus with a fan club for both himself AND his abs had a crush on her. She reciprocated enough to enjoy it, but now didn't seem like the time for them to mess around, what with finals looming. Maybe when there was a long, long time to relax, and maybe if Yang didn't ask first.

"Hmm..." Blake hummed, suddenly wondering if it was coincidence that both of her potential dating prospects were energetic, abbed blondes. Her thoughts diverted more as Yang began pulling off her sundress to reveal her picturesque body; suddenly, Blake thought about the potential for the three of them, her, Yang, and Sun, to have some fun together. She began blushing at the idea of a threesome, and pushed her book up to cover her reddening face as she tried not to stare at Yang's/Sun's butt. It was still way too early to consider sleeping with either of them, but she had just perused a particularly racy chapter of her book last night, so her mind was in places.

Blake's mind has been in those places since the Showe Room.

Blake's mind wandered even further as she saw Weiss' response to Yang's undressing. In a way that looked far too intentional to be innocent, the heiress pulled off her dress to reveal a tiny pair of bikini bottoms and–

"Oh, my god..." Blake thought, pushing her book up to her nose to cover her blush. Weiss was wearing a minuscule crop top labelling her as a Daddy's Girl, something everyone thought was impossible. Blake was also ashamed that she knew where that outfit had come from; she distinctly remembered seeing it in the Showe Room's aisles. Assuming Weiss didn't simply think it was cute, then that implied that she knew where it was from, too. "Did she...? COULD she?" Yang had bought it for her, but that was still something that it was being worn.

Yang spending time stripping behind a mirror wasn't exactly too farfetched to Blake, but the idea of WEISS doing something like that? Sure, it wasn't like Blake would have thought of doing anything like what she'd done before she went and did it, but Weiss was Weiss. Surely she had to just think it was cute enough to be a flirty beach top. There was no way she knew where it was from, right?

Blake's mind deviated from her book and instead was split between thinking of how she had gotten into a costume and masturbated possibly with a crowd watching, and Weiss doing something similar. Her images of a threesome turned from Yang and Sun having their way with her to Weiss and Neptune possessing her body. It didn't help that her white haired friend was getting a deep, sensual massage from the blue haired one with her top undone. Blake had never even thought of Neptune as a partner before, but there he was, taking care of Weiss, protecting her, keeping her safe...

"Stop, Blake. You're projecting." Neptune wasn't protecting Weiss as much as he was getting his rocks off; Blake often fantasized about being wrapped in the arms of someone who could comfort and trust her, but Neptune was not doing that to Weiss. The Faunus took a deep breath and tried to go back to her book without staring at Weiss' bare back, Yang's mostly exposed butt, Sun's ever present abs, and now the new threat of Neptune's... eh, he wasn't that outstanding.

Blake felt what it truly was to relax, taking in the warm air, the fishy scent of the ocean, and the pleasant noise of her friend's company. Between spouts of volleyball rallies, crashing waves, and casual chatter, she tore through chapters of her book, absorbing the story more and more with every line. This was exactly what she'd been needing for weeks. Well, except for the showers of sand coming from Zwei; Ruby had set herself on a mission to build a, "Totally radical sandMANSION!" but Zwei had made it his mission to ruin all her attempts by jumping in on her piles and scattering debris everywhere.

"Stupid dog," Blake whispered to the mutt in question as she wiped more wet sand off of herself, the product of him shaking it everywhere. Zwei barked with a dumb looking grin-like face.

"Ruff!"

"I know your game, dog," Blake callously whispered, thankful wet sand didn't get on her book.

Aside from the occasional explosion of sand, Blake kept reading peacefully in her chair, surrounded by her friends building sandcastles, playing solos in volleyball, or tanning/whatever Weiss appeared to be doing. She was fidgeting a lot for some reason. After a particularly intense action scene in her story, a shadow spread over Blake.

"Hey, Blake!" Yang said, standing over Blake, blocking her sun.

"Hmm?"

"We were gonna start playing doubles," Yang said, pointing to the volleyball net set up a few feet away. "I got tired of trouncing Nep solo. Wanna join? Then we can hit the water?"

Blake considered for a moment; her book wasn't going anywhere, but they'd all be home soon, away from the beach. "That sounds nice. Give me a sec," she said, closing her story after putting in a bookmark. Stretching out a bit, she readied herself to move around. Volleyball with her friends sounded great, and if she could trounce a few of them with Yang, that'd be great, too.

"I'll be there in a minute or two, I think I'll go put my suit on first," Blake said, grabbing her bag of stuff.

Yang looked down at her cleavage, then back up to Blake. "Ah, yes, distracting them! There's no way Sun can stand a chance if you sexy it up a bit!" She looked up and down Blake's figure, clearly bummed out by her nonflattering outfit. "Neptune's eyes were not on the ball–" she turned to the side to direct Blake to a peeping Neptune, who quickly turned away in an attempt to be nonchalant– "But Sun can actually play."

Blake looked at Yang, annoyed. Of course she used her cleavage to benefit her volleyball skills... She'd taken a few glances at her playing, and her bikini did not do anything to stop her massive bouncy bust. Neptune took a ball to the face at least twice thanks to his wandering eyes, and that was only when Blake was looking. Her swimsuit did do a good job of highlighting her curves, but it wasn't anything close to Yang's bikini. "I'll be right there."

"You said that this morning, didn't you?" Yang asked, marking an imaginary watch.

Blake looked annoyed again, though this was more to herself for letting sleep get the better of her. She huffed, grabbed her bag, then jumped out of the blast zone of Zwei's sandcastle defenestration. "Ruby! Keep him in check!"

"But he's so cute when he rolls around!" Ruby said, giggling at Zwei covered in a mat of sand. He shook it all off, again creating a stream of mess.

"Ruff!"

Ruby hugged Zwei, rubbing her face in his fur. He popped out from her cleavage, grabbed a toy shovel and ran to Blake, pawing at her feet. "Hmm!" He looked up at her, excitedly.

Now being assaulted by the corgi, Blake relented. "Fine. Fetch!" She grabbed the shovel and tossed it away, then started making her way to the changing room. Zwei was at her side immediately. "Go away! I need to change!" She tossed the shovel over to Ruby and kept going.

Sliding her way into the changing room, Blake tossed her bag to the ground. Only now did she remember that she hadn't had time to sort through it, so it also had a random assortment of things from the drawer her suit was in, which was mostly hand towels and sunscreen. She pulled out a few things and tossed them onto a bench so she could put her clothes into her bag.

Pulling off her sweatshirt, Blake was reminded that she hadn't worn a shirt, and was just in a bra. Breathing a sigh of relief no one found that out, she popped it off and grew red at the thought of being topless in a public area, even if she was in her own room. Her mind wandered to the Showe Room and how she was about a step away from stripping down and letting people have a chance to stare at her naked body. This location was a lot less glamorous and a lot less safe feeling; the Showe Room was literally behind closed doors with locks and walls, but the beach changing room was more a ramshackle stall, and with a good foot of open air at the bottom.

Blake covered her bare boobs and looked at the space at the bottom of the changing room that was exposed to the outside. Breathing relief that no heads were looking up at her change, she quickly removed her shorts and panties and put them in her bag, along with her sweatshirt and bra.

"Now time to sort through this..." Blake whined, looking at the mess of cloth on the bench, trying not to think about how she was naked. She realized she probably should have undressed after she found her suit, but she was on a time limit. She felt like someone could easily sneak a peek from the space at the bottom of the stall, and, unlike in the Showe Room, she didn't feel like being looked at, especially if she wasn't wearing a mask. She was also fully naked as opposed to being in a sexy costume, AND her friends were around. Hurriedly, she tossed aside a few extra towels.

Suddenly hearing a noise, Blake shot up from her rifling and covered herself. When she relaxed, it was nothing, so she went back to sifting through her stuff, carelessly tossing towels down. Quickly, the Faunus became increasingly more distressed as she realized that randomly throwing stuff into a bag does not mean she packed well. With every non clothing she tossed out, she grew more afraid that all her swimsuits were back at the dorm, until finally she found one underneath the last spare rag. She reminded herself that sleeping in was not worth the stress for the next time.

Blake's heart sank. "Oh no. No no no no no nooooo!" Holding up her only option for a swimsuit, she looked at it in horror to see that it was the one Yang had gotten her from the Showe Room; it was the one that was entirely strings and could fit into the palm of her hand, and would blow Yang's idea of, "Distraction," out of the ocean and onto the beach and directly in front of all of her friends. She'd almost be more clothed in the ribbons she tended to wear around her wrist.

"Welp! Not going in the water today," Blake said, really sad now that she couldn't play in the ocean and feel the icy coolness of the saltwater. She'd honestly been thinking of trying to snatch a fish out of the water, but that pipe dream was now even more unlikely now that she didn't have a swimsuit. "Or... one that I would wear, at least. Gah!" Blake felt like an idiot, considering she'd been looking forward to the ocean, and being a bit flirty with her swimsuit; Sun would approve, no doubt, and Yang as well. Her other outfit wasn't very tantalizing, but a proper suit would highlight her legendary, "Bellabooty."

Blake remembered she was naked again. Her hands clapped over her breasts and mound as her face reddened. Her choices limited, she carefully reached down for her bag while remaining as covered as she could.

Blake's heart sank. "Oh no. No no no no no nooooo!" Looking down in horror, she saw, or rather, didn't see, the bag with her clothes in it. Amidst the scattered hand towels and sunscreen, her bag was nowhere to be found. "OH MY GOD YOU STUPID DOG!" Blake mentally screamed, spying Zwei's toy shovel where her bag had been; "THAT STUPID MUTT JUST STOLE MY CLOTHES!" she thought, now scarlet and pacing, still naked. Not only was she without proper dress, her panties were in that bag! What if Zwei opened it up in front of everyone! And now, all she had to wear was–

"Oh, my god I have to wear that." Blake just stared at the strings that were now the only thing she could wear. None of the towels were full sized, so crafting a sarong was out of the question, plus there would be the threat of it falling off with too much motion. "Not that that would be too much better..." She was entirely out of options save borderline exhibitionism. There was no way she could sneak around to find her bag, considering Zwei had probably brought it back to their set up.

"YO, BLAKE, YOU COMING OR WHAT!?" Yang screamed from where they had set up. Her voice carried enough to shake the ramshackle attempt at privacy. "DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE, PEOPLE WILL TALK! WE DON'T WANT THAT!"

"Liar..." Yang would kill to be in the changing room with Blake, rumors be damned.

Yang was waiting on Blake. Everyone playing volleyball was waiting on her! She couldn't disappoint all her friends by bailing! She promised she'd play! Even if it meant wearing... what she'd have to wear...

Suddenly, Blake turned even more red. In addition to still being completely naked, her sizable olive breasts heaving with heavy breath and her mound touched by air, she would now be forced, through her own fault, to parade around in a microbikini. It made the Faunus feel...

"Kind of... hot." Blake's hands fell from her privates, brushing them along the way. From how her body reacted to her accidentally touching her nipple, she was aroused by the idea of putting herself on display. Biting her lip, she thought back to how everyone stared first at Yang and then at Weiss; the boys lusted after both of them because of how they were dressed. "It's my own fault I slept in. I was lazy. And now I need to punish myself for it."

Blake was lying to herself but her body refused to admit it. She was far too gone thinking about being an object of desire to consider her actions further than how warm they made her feel. Finally deciding to fix the problem of her standing naked, Blake began finding out which string went where on her body. Her mind again went to the Showe Room and how masturbating in front of the mirror felt so... "Ahhh! It was so freeing! But that was behind a mask! My friends are here!" Blake suddenly felt very self conscious. She knew she was attractive, but having everyone stare at her would be so humiliating!

"But they stared at Weiss. She was fine." If Weiss had suddenly decided to show a bit more, Blake could stomach it. And that had been her decision. This would be her punishment.

Blake remembered she didn't have much of a choice in her wardrobe no matter what she thought. Swallowing hard, she stepped out of the changing room, hoping her face wasn't scarlet. Holding her arm nervously, she began her walk of shame towards her friends.

Yang was the first to stare. Then Sage and Scarlet. Then Ren ("HE'S staring!?") and Nora. Then Jaune and Pyrrha. Then Neptune and... Sun was looking all over Blake's body. Aside from Ruby playing on the shore and a suntanning(?) Weiss, everyone else was staring, too, but the Faunus felt her two blonde crushes eye her curves with the look that signified that they were mentally undressing her, except that they didn't really need to.

Blake blushed brightly, waiting for the loudmouthed Nora to remark on her swimsuit/lack thereof. Yang's skimpy present was a needlessly complex flurry of strings that covered little and showed much. Something Blake hadn't noticed until it was far too late was that it was more of a sling bikini with harnesses; two long, thin straps covered her breasts before joining between her thighs, wrapping back up along her back. What that meant was that the Faunus was in a comparatively conservative thong that tightly hugged what little of her tighter ass it covered. Blake's shame was somewhat alleviated by all the straps on her outfit; whereas she would otherwise be in what amounted to just suspenders joined at her mound, Yang had somehow chosen something with tons of extra straps that crisscrossed over Blake's cleavage and stomach, as well as creating the facsimile that she was wearing bikini bottoms. Several lacy strips of cloth hung off of Blake's waist, providing no support or hold, but they made her feel the slightest bit better that her mound wasn't the only thing covered below her waist. That didn't stop copious amounts of her breasts to peek out from the sides of her main straps and her ass from hanging out of her thong, held in place if barely. Blake failed to look confident.

Adding on to Blake's humiliation, Nora whistled at her. "WOO! WORK IT GIRL!" the ginger cried, hooting and cheering on the dark haired girl. "YOU LOOK H-O-T HOT!"

"Nora!" Ren said, somewhat limply, his head turning but his eyes still on Blake.

"Not my fault all of team RWBY decided to be total babes today!" Nora replied. "Pyrrha, you and I need to step it up next time!" Pyrrha gasped, looked to Jaune, blushed, then turned away to stare at the ground. "Hmm, I wonder if Ruby has some super-secret-sexy-skin-showing-swimsuit!" Yang glared daggers at Nora in an extreme moment of big sisterly protection.

Nora was in a loose fitting, pink and white tankini with a heart shaped hole over her cleavage while her teammate was in a brown and gold one piece with her sash affixed to her waist, neither anywhere near as provocative as anything WBY was wearing. Ruby was the only one not in a swimsuit, playing with Zwei on the wet sand. Should she change, she may compare to Weiss's explicit crop top and tiny bottoms, Blake's slinky slingshot, or Yang's struggling bikini, all of which still drew eyes of passerby.

"Oh, my god, you look so hot right now!" Yang cried, drawing towards her volleyball partner. "Oh, I DID promise you I'd tell you where I got that once we hit the beach, though I didn't think for a second you'd wear it. And with SUN here!"

Blake tried to subtly move her arm upwards to cover more. Everyone staring was humiliating, but that was her punishment for oversleeping, so she may as try to own it without looking like it was her mistake. "Y-yeah. I found it in my drawer, and it's..." Blake tried to think of an excuse as to why she'd put on something so skimpy. "Uh," she continued, pulling on a strap, "It reminds me of my weapon! Gambol Shroud's ribbons look just like it!" That was as valid an excuse as any.

Yang looked down at Blake's ribbon laced breasts, seeing the parallel the Faunus had forced. The overlap between her sling and her weapon was tangential at best, so the blonde looked up and gawked. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Blake said, managing to pull off being offended. "You know I love ribbons." Her cat ears twitched unintentionally underneath her bow. "I thought that'd be the reason you bought it for me."

"Nah, I bought it because I wanted to see your cute little butt in it. Little did I know YOU wanted EVERYBODY to see."

"Hush. I can dress sexy, too you know."

"Please, you know what you're doing in your shorts. This is a different level. One where you're peeking out." Yang pointed at Blake's chest.

"AHH!" Blake cried, hoping no one saw her nipples peek out. Angrily, she realized Yang was lying. "Yang!"

"Oh, quiet. You can't ruin this day, considering I somehow got you and Weiss to wear your presents out." Yang motioned to Weiss and her crop top. "Oh, do you like my bikini!? I got it from the same place as yours." She modeled, the boys waiting for them to finish taking notice of her jiggling chest.

"It's... you," Blake said, trying not to stare. This was hardly the most she'd seen of Yang, but the sun itself seemed to be captured by the grace of her skin. She was quickly turning to SSSN level of appreciation of her teammate's body.

Yang saw Blake staring at her cleavage and helped her view by bending over a bit. "Well, maybe all the boys will just forget about how much skin you're showing if they look at me instead? Hmm?" Her voice was candy, caught between outdoing Blake and flirting with her.

Blake re-remembered her lack of decency and blushed. "Lets just play volleyball."

"READY TO GO!" Yang screamed triumphantly, turning back towards the court.

Blake kept trying to forget how small her swimsuit was, which got progressively easier as Yang and her started really getting into their matches. After the initial shock began to wear down, everyone looked at Yang as much as they did her; her friend's bikini did everything in its power to contain her breasts, but they bounced and rippled every time she spiked, and it only ever seemed to hug her ass more as time went on. Blake herself was eternally thankful for all the straps keeping her bits in place, though she wished that people would leave them alone; more than likely thanks to Bumblebee's skimpy outfits, high performance, and genuinely tight games, a crowd had gathered to watch Blake and her friends square off. Every time she hit the volleyball, she heard gasps denoting close calls mixed in with hoots regarding her thong.

Sage and Scarlet went down easy enough. Yang distracted the piraty looking one with a flirtatious wink and some hip movement, allowing Blake to spike the ball directly into his groin. Scarlet hit the sand, making his famed Scarlet noises and clutching his crotch. The gathered crowd roared with applause, cringe, and laughter as Sage shook his head sadly.

Pyrrha and Jaune were challenging. As with most things, Pyrrha was a natural, and kept the volley going while Jaune stumbled clumsily every step of the way. He wasn't terrible, but Yang and Blake quickly learned to press the advantage by sending the ball at him. There was a cold stillness as the crowd watched a long stalemate between Bumblebee and Arkos, the teams close in points with the bees barely winning. The tense atmosphere was broken once Blake set up Yang for a perfect spike and sent it towards Jaune's corner. Taking another win, the two sat out to watch the next round while Pyrrha tried to cheer up Jaune.

Once it became clear that Nora was a monster, Blake and Yang got serious when their match came to be. Ren was precise and methodical, but Nora had enough energy and spunk for ten teams, and could catch any spike close to her. With a quick strategy meeting, Blake and Yang took advantage of Nora's excess to trick her into launching the ball out of bounds. After nearly decapitating a few members of the now roaring hype crowd, Nora sent one last ball out of the court, earning the bees another victory.

Once Neptune and Sun won their matches against everyone, the crowd grew silent. The loser bracket over and done with, it was now time for the two teams to decide who the real winner would be.

"And now, it's time for..." Ruby paused for dramatic effect, speaking into a pretend microphone. "THE. FINAL. BATTLE. WINNER TAKE ALL IT'S TEAMMM B-B-BUMBLEBEEEEE VERSUS..." She started giggling. "TEAM SEAMONKEYS! Pffh, THAT'S your name!? That's so dumb!"

"Excuse me," Neptune said, looking like he'd been stabbed. "That name is AMAZING, thank you very much." His confidence grew back as he saw Yang and Blake step up to the court. He tried to subtly flex but looked like a major try hard. "And you'll be announcing us the winners!"

Yang pressed her cleavage together, her face straight. Neptune's eyes were locked on to her chest, looking as if nothing else existed.

"Yeahhh," Yang said, turning to Blake, still nonchalantly playing with her boobs. "I think we might have this." Like Neptune, the crowd didn't care about the game quite as much as Yang's bikini.

"Focus, you idiot!" Sun screamed, smacking the side of Neptune's head. "We have a tournament to win! You aren't going to bring me down because BOOBS!" Neptune recoiled, then shot up triumphantly.

"Right!" Neptune said, now looking everywhere but Yang's chest. His eyes found Bake's thong. "R-right..." Blake's blush started again as she noticed that the crowd notice her skimpy outfit again.

"I hate you," Sun said. He'd been looking at Blake's body all day, but now was the time to be serious! He could stare after he won!

The match started, hits punctuated by jiggling and cheers. Neptune managed to break his sightline and focus on the ball, actually proving to be a threat when he wasn't staring at Yang's chest. Blake and Yang were reminded that Sun and Neptune had managed to beat all the other teams as well, even if they stole the tactics against Nora. They were genuinely skilled players, and the crowd started to get absorbed into the match.

Several minutes later, it was a tie game. Everyone watched Bumblebee and Seamonkeys rally the ball over each other, unable to find a weakness in the other' defense. The crowd of total strangers had grown silent, absorbed by the intensity of the match, though some still had eyes on skin over the ball.

"Hey- HAH!" Yang cried, hitting the ball up to cross it. "Blake?" Her voice was suspiciously loud.

"Uhh... Umph!" Bake responded, sending the ball back again. "What?" This was the time to focus, not for distractions!

"Would you mind doing me a favor once we finish the match?"

"Can we talk later? In the middle of a– Oomph!– game here!"

"But my boobs hurt!"

"Oh, that's her game."

Blake saw Neptune twitch.

"Do you know how– Ahh!" Yang's effort sounded a bit forced and a bit like a girl getting fingered. "–hard it is on a girl when her boobs are bouncing all over the place!?"

Neptune botched a return, though Sun was able to save it.

"I need someone to massage me for a bit once we– Haah~– win!" Yang moaned and leaned back a bit.

"Don't fall for her womanly charm, Nep!" Sun cried to little avail. His teammate had once again shifted focus onto breasts.

"We can go to the changing room, and you can get your hands ALL over me, 'kay BB?"

Blake spiked the ball right into Neptune's peeping face, sending him to the ground and earning another point. The crowd cheered, though they still had one more to get before winning.

Sun looked disappointedly at Neptune, lauding his friend for falling for Yang's trap. "Get your ass in gear! You can jack off as much as you want AFTER WE FINISH YOU DUMBASS."

"Okay! Okay okay okay focus focus focus!" Neptune looked redetermined, if a bit hurt. "I got this!"

Once again, it was an excellent rally between the two teams, Neptune's refocus proving to be true. Even another mental assault from Yang didn't stop his comeback, and again the crowd grew quiet. Everyone's eyes followed the ball going back and forth, always just sniped before hitting the ground.

"Let's finish this!" Sun cried, his soul flaring. As the ball came to his side, he leapt up and spiked it, winking at the crowd as he slammed it downward, straight to Blake. "I got this!"

"No you don't!" Blake shouted, readying herself. Forgetting modesty, she bent over as far as possible to intercept the ball coming in right at her feet. Her bikini strained as her thong gave an even clearer image of her ass as it rode up. Legs spread to lower herself, the crowd got a spectacular view at her ass and her mound, the bit covering it giving every impression of what she looked like bare. Her thong disappeared between her perfect cheeks before she gave her entire effort to sending the ball skyward; her wrists connected with the ball as she launched her body upward, realizing too late that her outfit did not support that sort of motion.

Everything seemed to go slow as Blake cleared the ball. While Yang was ready to spike, Blake watched in horror as she saw Sun notice what she felt. She became aware that the crowd, her friends, and the opposing team had their eyes locked on her chest as she felt her breasts slip right out of the sides of her bikini, her full torso thrust proving too much to contain them. Now exposed, she threw her arms over her chest, ruining her balance; scarlet, she lost her step and fell flat on her back, her tits in her hands as the crowd all pulled out their scrolls.

Dozens took pictures of Blake as she scrambled to reposition her bikini, ignoring Yang's cheers at her victory. Blake realized that, in addition to her accidentally flashing her breasts, her squat to hit the ball meant that everyone got a spectacular look at her thong ride up her ass, not to mention it conforming around her sex. It was bad enough that her crush had now seen her bare chest and her ass, but so did Neptune, her friends, and a bunch of random strangers!

Standing up, Blake ignored Yang coming in for a victory hug so she could run away and hide. She launched towards the changing rooms, ready to never been seen again as long as she lived.

Crimson, Blake slammed a door on the changing room. Part of her wanted to die from embarrassment. Part of her wanted Sun to throw open the door and tell her she was beautiful. Part of her wanted him to do that and say something a bit less romantic.

Above all, there was a part of Blake that wanted the entire crowd to kick one the door and watch her strip down. Her mind shot back to the Showe Room and how amazing it felt to be watched. The knowledge that someone could watch her when she was so vulnerable and weak sounded like the greatest thing ever to experience. Her disparity of wanting to be exposed and wanting to never be seen again was her greatest conflict. She took a minute to breathe, her heart racing and her bikini starting to get really uncomfortable.

"Ruff!"

Blake looked down and saw Zwei staring up at her, having waltzed right into her private room. Part of her wanted to strangle him for making her have to dress in such a way that led to her exposing herself. Part of her wanted to thank him for making her feel so attractive and horny. She elected to not go with animal abuse, picked him up, and nuzzled his face.

"Blake!" Yang cried from outside. "You in there!?"

"Ruff ruff ruff!" Zwei barked, suddenly going crazy as he heard his owner's voice. Scrambling around, Blake lost her grip on him. He fell down to the ground, but not before his claws raked down the front of Blake's bikini, shredding most of the extra straps that had given her the extra coverage.

"You damn mutt!" Blake cried, now wearing only a sling bikini with almost no other bits to block any views of her tits. Zwei ran around her feet in a circle.

"Blake?"

"Bark!" Zwei disappeared for a second before reappearing with Blake's bag. He deposited it at the Faunus' feet.

"Stupid mutt. I guess I should thank you." Blake angrily started sorting through her bag, remembering to stay dressed(?) as much as possible before finding her outfit.

"Oh, hi Zwei," Yang said from the other side of the door. "Oh, Sun, you've never met him, have you?"

Blake dug around, managing to find her clothes. One by one, she pulled out her bra, her sweatshirt, her shorts, and her…

"Oh, my god, where are my panties!?" Blake cried, her heart racing again.

"Hey, boy, whatcha got there?"

Blake wanted to go back to where there were walls and masks and not her friends. She had some more stress relief to do.