Author's Note: Another quick drabble. Depending on how this works out, I may end up doing one of these every week or two. As always: uncensored version is on AO3.

Disclaimer: RWBY is the property of RoosterTeeth and the creation of Monty Oum.

Chapter 1

Weiss glared at girls across from her, watching for each nervous tic, every single reaction. Ruby's nose twitched as she scanned through her hand, Yang's fingers drumming along the table as she waited. The heiress fought the urge to grin. The sisters had made her job easy.

That just left Blake.

Weiss watched the young Faunus like a hawk, searching for a tell, any tell, as the girl added the last card to her hand. Those blank, emotionless eyes bored into the white-haired girl, passively daring her to try and win. Those damnably adorable ears even sat still. Weiss had hoped the normally twitching appendages would give Blake away. So far, the gold-eyed woman had dashed her hopes, managing to keep them completely motionless.

"Can we please finish this?" Yang complained. The table shook, the vibrations from her jiggling leg shifting the deck. Clearly, analytical games were not her strong suit. Any longer, and the blonde would probably be unable to sit still, let alone play cards. Blake nodded curtly, her eyes never leaving Weiss, and Yang tossed her cards to the table, revealing a lonely pair of fives. Ruby grinned a little, dropping the two pairs she'd managed to scrounge together.

Weiss allowed a small smile as she placed her hand on the table. Their captain groaned, laying her head in her hands as she stared at the full house the heiress had laid out.

Yang cursed, tossing her cards in the air as she left the table. The bruiser had already bet all she could; this hand had been her last shot to stay in the game.

Good. One less distraction to worry about.

A small cough broke the silence. Her insides freezing, Weiss turned back to the table. In perfect silence, Blake flipped over one card after another, sliding them across the table to reveal her straight flush. Ruby tossed in her hand as well, groaning at yet another failure. Neither sister really had the patience for this sort of game, staying in hands they shouldn't and giving away their good ones. Then again, the sisters mostly played for fun. The idea of a cutthroat game, with something of value actually on the line, was alien to them.

The hair stood up on the back of her neck, and Weiss found Blake leering at her, her eyes twinkling with malevolence.

"You know the rules, Weiss."

Weiss glowered as she stood, hating the smirk that twitched in the Faunus' girl's mouth as she watched Weiss undo her bra. Covering her bare chest with her arm, the heiress dropped it into the orderly pile of clothes at her side, fuming at the now-grinning girl across the table.

"Happy?" Weiss asked, plopping herself back onto the chair.

"Very," Blake delivered in her dry monotone, clearly enjoying the other girl's discomfort.

"I'm out." Yang called, gathering up her clothes from the floor as she moved back to her side of the room they all shared. Ruby followed, the two dressing efficiently, but not in any particular hurry. Weiss put it down to them being sisters; the two seemed to have less difficulty stripping down in front of the other girls.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she refusing to blush from the embarrassment. After a series of losses to the Faunus girl, the heiress had been down to her underwear, which was more than could be said for the other two. Blake lounged in her armchair, radiant in victory, having shed only her ribbon and stockings.

Weiss was convinced she was cheating.

Fully dressed, Yang paused in the doorway, folding her scarf into place as she spoke. "We're gonna head over to that café Pyrrha likes. You guys wanna come?"

Weiss just glared across the table, waiting, watching, intent on finding how Blake was managing to win almost every hand.

The quiet bookworm smiled before turning to Yang. "We need to finish this. You two enjoy yourselves."

As soon as the door clicked shut, Blake dropped the smug smirk, looking worriedly over at Weiss. "We can stop here. I know you're not really comfortable with this."

Weiss scooted closer to the table, all too conscious of the skin she couldn't quite cover with her arm. "Like I'd let you win," she snarled, her pride flaring at idea of defeat.

Fuming as Blake flashed that superior smirk, Weiss watched the other girl shuffle the cards, wary for any tampering. Her girlfriend had won far too many hands for someone playing fairly, and Weiss was determined to see how she was doing it. No one was going to beat her. Not even Blake.

Halfway through shuffling, the dealer stopped, looking up from the cards with a sly smile on her face.

"How about we make this a little more … fair." Blake purred, in a voice that suggested an offer of a golden fiddle. Slanted eyes flashed as they ran along Weiss' curves, drinking in the flustered woman's nudity.

"I'm listening." No way in hell did Blake want this to be an even fight. Heat poured from her face as Blake stared at her, peeking at the skin Weiss couldn't quite cover.

"Realistically, you need five wins in a row to beat me. I only have to win once."

The sound of grinding teeth resounded inside her skull, and Weiss forced her jaw to relax. Blake was right. One loss from her, one bad hand, and the game was over. God, will she stop looking at me!

"I'll go all in. If you win this hand, you win the game."

Weiss waited silently. There was no way Blake would let it come down to one lucky hand. There has to be a catch.

"But, if I win..."

There it is.

"You have to do anything I want for the rest of the day."

Weiss' eyes narrowed as she stared at Blake, calculating the odds in her head. If worst came to worst, she'd have to … what? Do her homework for the weekend? Clean her side of the room? Even if she lost – which she wouldn't, of course – Blake wasn't the type to make her do anything too horrible. Of course, if Weiss won, she'd get to pay Blake back a little of her humiliation. What was the worst that could happen?

"Fine," Weiss snapped, knowing she was in a corner and seeing no other way out. Damn it's hard to look serious with your arm covering your breasts.

Blake's small smile flashed again, and she dealt.

Weiss stared in disbelief. She had four queens. Four queens. She'd nearly leapt with joy when she looked at her last card. The chances of Blake being able to beat her had been slim to none.

Blake had beaten her. One card after another, in perfect order, sat in front of the Faunus – all spades. She would get black, of course.

The idea of flipping the table flashed through Weiss' mind. Possibly grabbing the wooden remains and slamming them into her stupid, arrogant, smirking girlfriend. Screaming, she thought, there would need to be screaming.

"So, Miss Schnee, I believe we had a bet riding on this game."

"Fine, I'll write up your paper for Oobleck's class."

"Weiss," Blake purred, the mock surprise infuriating her, "I don't need you to finish my homework. No, I have much more interesting things planned, but first, I think there was something you needed to do?"

Weiss went beet red. It was so unfair. Fine. So maybe she hadn't argued when Yang suggested they play for clothes – never mind that there shouldn't have been any chance of the girls beating her. Still, Blake was using the situation way too much to her advantage.

"Well, go on."

Jaw clenched, Weiss rose, yanking her underwear one-handed down her legs and tossing it onto the pile. She kept her legs together, doing her best to cover herself as Blake molested her with those leering golden eyes. She knew her girlfriend wasn't really doing it to embarrass her, but that didn't make it any less humiliating.

"You done?" she snapped, "Or should I do a little twirl for you?"

"As amusing as that sounds … no. The game's over."

Weiss bent to the side, trying to snag her clothes without showing any more than she already was.

"I don't remember saying you could put your clothes back on."

Weiss froze, the words taking longer than normal to process. "Excuse me?"

"You heard the bet. You do anything I want." Blake rose from the table, her eyes never leaving the heiress' naked form. Something predatory danced in her teammate's eyes, and if she'd been wearing a single stitch, Weiss would have bolted.

Coming around the table, Blake moved until the two were practically nose to nose, humor glinting in the Faunus' face, sheer fury radiating from Weiss. She cursed the fact that Blake was the taller one, looming over the red-faced, naked girl.

"For the rest of the day, Miss Schnee, you are my pet."

"The hell I am!" Weiss snarled, fingers itching to slap the smirk off that smug little face.

A finger pressed against her lips, cutting off her complaint. Weiss was seriously tempted to bite it.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice how eager you were to have me play?" Blake whispered, her voice low and husky.

Weiss froze, the heat spreading through her face not entirely from her nudity.

"You always just read on your own," she scoffed, "I was being a good girlfriend and making you spend time with the team."

Blake snorted, skepticism plain on her face. "No, you were hoping to play the card shark and get me out of my clothes." Reached out to hold Weiss' hand, the taller girl smiled kindly. "You're mad because you ended up being the one in a situation you're not fully comfortable with."

Okay. She might have been hoping that Blake possibly would have to strip a little. Just a little. She wouldn't have made her girlfriend do something like this … probably.

"Weiss, we've been dating for months. I'd be lying if the idea of seeing you naked hadn't crossed my mind a few times, too."

The heiress had thought her face couldn't get any hotter. That had only happened one time. One time, when she was particularly lonely, and she was the only one in the room. Still, the idea of Blake imagining her ….

"You knew about that?"

Blake nodded sheepishly. "I could smell it. Everywhere. For days."

The heiress tried to cover her face in her hands, then realized they were the only things covering … her. She settled for slumping a little more and staring holes into the floor. She'd been so careful too, airing the room out afterward, changing the sheets, even deodorizing her bed. Weiss ground her foot into the floor a little, wondering why it wasn't kind enough to just open up and swallow her.

Someone lovely stroked her hair, lips pressed to the top of her head.

"Weiss, it's okay. Remember how I insisted we clean the entire room that weekend? Your smell got me so worked up I could barely sleep." Blake moved her hands to Weiss' shoulders, bending down to look up into her face.

"I think we've both been wanting this for a while, but neither of us had the courage to say anything."

"Then take off your clothes, too," Weiss muttered, trying, and failing, to meet Blake's eyes.

"Oh no, Princess. You got yourself into this mess. We wouldn't want anyone to know you backed out of a bet, would we?" the dark-haired girl asked, voice pitched innocently.

Taking the silence as agreement, Blake stepped back, gathering Weiss' clothing into her arms. Placing them on the bed, she pulled the white undergarments from the pile before holding them out.

"You can put these on for now. As a reward."

"Thanks," Weiss drawled, sarcasm dripping from her voice. She was going to make Blake pay for this. Getting me all wound up, and then not … doing anything. Snatching the clothes she slipped into them as quickly as she could, trying to ignore the leering eyes of her tormentor.

"Good girl," Blake drawled, patting her head before turning to rummage under her bed. Tomorrow, I am going to hit you so hard, you insufferable little bi-

"Close your eyes."

"Why?" the trapped girl asked, immediately wary of whatever Blake had behind her back.

"Because I told you to."

Wanting nothing more than to punch that arrogant, idiotic face, Weiss shut her eyes, body tensed for whatever Blake was going to do to her.

She jerked in surprise as Blake slid a hairband down over her head, fixing her hair around the new addition. She tried to open her eyes to look, only to close them again when Blake glared at her.

"Keep 'em closed."

"So, what? Is this your way of telling me you don't like my hair?"

Blake snorted. "I wish I had your hair. I just wanted to add something." Weiss could hear footsteps as Blake turned back to her bed. Cardboard creaked as the box opened further, the rustling of packing peanuts filling the room as her girlfriend searched for something.

"So, I need to stand around in my underwear with a new hairband … why?"

"Just wait, Princess." Blake's voice got louder. She must have found whatever she needed. "Bend over."

Weiss' eyes popped open at the order, righteous fury pounding in her veins. "Hell no."

Blake moved closer, her hand gently holding Weiss' chin, forcing the shorter girl to meet her gaze.

"Can you trust me?" she asked, wide eyes asking a question far more important.

Weiss bit her lip, embarrassed reluctance dueling her desire to tell her girlfriend exactly how she felt. After a moment, she nodded. Blake beamed, and Weiss felt her heart soar at the idea of pleasing someone so gorgeous. A hand softly pushed against her spine, and she let Blake lean her over. Off balance, she braced herself against the bed, her face crimson as she fumed at her roommate.

"You happy now?" Weiss tried to sound angry, hoping Blake couldn't tell how nervous she was. Even with more clothes than she'd had a few minutes before, the idea of Blake seeing her like this made her heart race. It was nerve-wracking, terrifying, humiliating, but ….

"Lower."

"Dammit, Blake!" Weiss knew her face was red. She was already thrusting her ass out behind her, what more did Blake want? Blackmail photos? Was that what this was about?

"Just a little lower."

Hearing the request, she obeyed, growing less patient with the Faunus all the while.

Weiss yelped as soft fingers gently touched her sides, sliding along her ribs until they met the tops of her hips.

Panic tore through her. Blake was touching her. She hung her head, biting her lip to keep from crying at the humiliation. Her girlfriend hadn't even done anything, and she was freaking out. Legs set, she braced for what she knew was about to happen, what had to happen, what her whole being was begging for.

"This might be a little cold."

"The hell are you-" was all Weiss managed to get out before she yelped. Blake hadn't been kidding. Something wrapped around her waist, whatever it was chilling her skin.

"There we go." Blake released her and moved away, her feet swishing on the carpeted floor. "Go ahead and look."

The heiress opened her eyes, furious at Blake for what she hadn't done, and herself for taking that stupid bet. She was done. To hell with the bet, and to hell with Blake. Ready to claw those gold eyes out of her head, Weiss snarled and turned, only to find herself staring into her mirror.

Weiss' jaw dropped. Blake had undone her sidetail, letting the white locks splay around her shoulders. At the top of her head sat two fur-tipped, white ears, matching perfectly with her ivory hair. Turning, she saw something swing behind her. A white, bushy tail moved with her, the motion causing the … attachment … to pull slightly at the belt that topped her hips.

"What. The. Hell." she managed, caught between being stunned and furious at what Blake had done.

"It's nice, huh?" Blake smirked, tossing Weiss her clothes. The shocked girl barely managed to catch them before they fell to the ground. "I got the idea back after we met Sun."

Leaning in, the Faunus girl looked Weiss in the face, smiling reassuringly at her girlfriend. "I thought maybe you could use a break from being Miss Weiss Schnee, almighty Heir to her family's fortune."

Blake kissed her on the forehead, making Weiss' heart skip a beat. Or two. "Put on your clothes and I'll do your make up. By the time I'm done, no one will recognize you."

"...and we're done!" Twenty minutes later, Blake stepped away, flourishing make-up brush as she started to clean. Finally opening her eyes, Blake blinked against the brightly lit room, her eyes adjusting. Grabbing her pocket mirror, she checked Blake's work, desperate to make sure she wasn't recognizable.

Blake had curled her hair, the soft swirls of silvery-white placed carefully to hide the band that held the mechanically twitching ears to her head. Blake had managed to find a concealer that matched her skin, hiding the scar across her eye. With different eyeshadow and a little change here and there, Weiss did look almost like a completely different person. It helped that Blake had banned her from wearing anything white. At least I look different enough that no one should know it's me.

She hated to admit it, but she still did look good as a Faunus. Her tail … no, no, no. The tail flicked behind her as she moved, waving lazily with any movement of her hips. At least the belt wasn't cold anymore. Oh, she was going to make Blake pay for this one.

Blake leaned in, making Weiss blush as she kissed her cheek. "You look great, Princess. A little different, but still great."

Still blushing from the compliment, the heiress swapped places and pushed Blake down onto the seat, intent on returning the favor.

"What are you …" her girlfriend started, stopping when she felt Weiss' hands gathering up the long black tresses that flowed behind her. The work of a moment, and Blake's hair was bound to the back of her head, pinned into a messy bun that left her neck bare.

"Fair's fair." Weiss snapped, fixing her handiwork one last time. She had always wanted to see Blake with her hair up, just never had the courage to ask. Her hands itched to dive back into those silky black strands, but Weiss busied herself with her clothes, checking anything and everything to keep herself distracted. The neck of her sky-blue sweater was pulled off to the side, leaving the skin of her shoulder visible. Her skirt hung low on her thighs, letting several inches of the tail peek out from beneath the hem.

Blake stood, her hand running down the back of her neck, before turning and smiling happily down at her. Weiss waited for her to say something, but Blake seemed content to simply stand and beam at her. Loosing her patience, Weiss grabbed her hands and started for the door.

"Well? Are we going, or not?"