Blake had heard rumors about a place where she could let loose without consequences. Yang talked about it often enough, but she had, up to this point, refused to disclose anything about the actual location where she had bought that impossibly skimpy black bikini that was basically strings that Blake had found in her drawer. A little digging revealed Weiss' new crop top, a lewd smile, and a cheeky, "I'll tell you after we head to the beach~" Blake felt impatient, partly because she wanted to see what all the fuss was about, but also because she had heard what took place in whatever location Yang had went to. Knowing her, and counting her gift, she imagined that her teammate had engaged in some stress relief, which Blake also needed now. The thought of wearing that bikini anywhere was arousing enough, but Yang's proclivity to sexuality made her question whether or not the place was really designed to be an exhibitionist's dream like she'd heard. She wanted a taste of that liberation.
Blake, being Blake, decided to stealth her way into finding the location. After connecting the dots of Yang acquiring money and her buying her new clothes, she waited until Yang found some more extra cash and said she'd be out shopping. Asking for a ride along saying that she'd like to see about some new books, she tailed the blonde, noting that she was wearing skimpier clothes that normal. She followed her until she disappeared into a low key venue with a small sign labeled, "Showe Room." After noting the location, she went about her business before waiting around Bumblebee until a very self satisfied Yang returned with an unmarked bag of clothes. It was about an hour after they had parted ways, and from the look of it, she had spent the entire time in one store.
"You look happy," Blake stated, noticing Yang's brighter-than-ever smile, her slightly reddened cheeks, and how she seemed to radiate her usual aura of lust stronger than usual. If she had to guess, she'd say the blonde either was somehow slightly drunk, or she was somewhere between horny and satisfied. She went with the second option, as she had seen Yang try to flirt her way to getting alcohol, only to pout when she got carded.
"~Well, I just went shopping! And I got you a present!" Yang hopped on Bumblebee, putting on her helmet and revving up the engine. "But it's a surprise for later. You'll figure it out." She patted the back seat and handed Bake her helmet. "You ready?"
Blake straddled the bike, replying, "I'm sure I'll be left absolutely stunned." She smiled, cheerily, figuring out that the rumors seemed to have some weight. The pair rode off as Blake listened to Yang giggle the entire way.
The next day, Blake found a skimpy pair of white shorts in her drawer that hadn't been there before. She giggled as she tried them on when nobody was around, noting that they would definitely make heads turn with how well they outlined her, "Bellabooty," as Yang and far too many others called it. "At least I can actually wear this..." she thought, liking that she could go out in public with the shorts on and feel sexy rather than naked. She wondered if Yang actually expected her to ever wear that bikini she had bought, considering how skimpy it was. This gift was a bit more sexual than she usually wore, but she did like to be cheeky every now and then.
"Ugh, do I?" Blake mumbled as she modeled her butt in the mirror, really glad her teammates weren't around. She had to admit, the shorts looked amazing on her, and how it barely reached past her rear made her feel alluring. "Yes. I'm already going for it..." She told herself she wanted to do what she was going to do, already feeling the effects of it on her body.
Blake set out. Wearing her new shorts as she strolled past people, she could feel eyes on her rear as she unintentionally made her walk sexier to match. She was blushing, not that anyone could notice; in addition to a thick black scarf, she had on a dark purple hoodie with play cat ears to accommodate her Faunus traits. It had an admittedly cute kitty logo emblazoned on the back, plus a general feline motif that ensured that the girl with the tight ass and the sultry strut was a proud, anonymous Cat Faunus and not the totally human Blake Belladonna. She was pleased with her disguise, as she herself would never wear something as dead on as a cat themed sweatshirt complete with ears, but this unknown girl she was playing allowed her to be proud of her heritage, freely walk unrecognized, and also let her wear this really cute, if slightly demeaning outfit. She honestly liked the hoodie, even if it was kind of pandering.
Hitching a ride downtown on one of the bus-jets Beacon used to ferry around students, she continued to imagine that all eyes were on her prominent rear. The second they landed, she rushed off, pulling her scarf up to cover her bright red cheeks more. Nervously power walking, she made her way to the place she had stalked Yang to find the location of. With a deep breath, she walked into the Showe Room.
"Not what I was expecting..." Blake thought as she noticed the small entrance room. Noticing the signs that said, "Showe," and "Shop," she swallowed her fear and pushed her way into a room filled with racks and racks of clothes. "That's... Better?"
Blake heard a gasp as she saw a figure duck and hide out of fear of being seen. Suddenly far more pleased with the fact that she didn't look like herself, Blake wandered to the rack furthest away from a girl she thought he recognized from school. Judging her reaction, the Faunus felt like she was definitely in the right place, and that the rumors had some truth to them. She fixed her scarf to cover her face further, then started shifting through the first rack of clothes.
"Well, I am definitely in the right place, that's for sure," Blake thought, her hands on a bright yellow tank top that was a size small. Yang was a medium at 5'9, but her breasts typically demanded a large, not that it stopped her from sticking with what Blake held in her hands. Blake knew for a fact that this was where Yang did a lot of her shopping as she spied more of Yang's exact tops, plus plenty of others that fit her typical level of cleavage. "That solves that mystery. Now, would anything actually work for me?" Blake was never one to dress half as skimpy as Yang, albeit few women were considering her penchant for bustiers. Still, she remembered how much attention her butt attracted in her current shorts and remembered that she wasn't a goody two shoes that forbid others from looking at her body. While she didn't usually go for it, the dark haired girl did enjoy flaunting her looks every now and then. She swallowed her conservative side and looked at the outfits on the rack.
"Hmm. So far, this doesn't seem THAT bad." Blake picked out a few tops and two pairs of shorts, wondering about the rumors. She wondered what that other woman a few racks down was so embarrassed about. "Sure it's a bit... flirty, but it's not too much." Remembering her new bikini, she realized that there was a lot more shop after the first rack. With a hair of hesitation, she moved to the next set of racks.
"...Oh... That'd be it," Blake thought, seeing the split between flirty and sexy. Before her was underwear. More accurately, it was sets of what she could only describe as very explicit lingerie; lace was everywhere, and cloth was not. Mixed in was swimsuits that covered all they were required to and nothing more. She saw a rainbow of strings that matched what Yang had bought for her, and out of the corner of her eye, noticed the, "Daddy's Girl," crop top that had caused Weiss to rage at Yang. The heiress spent nearly 45 minutes telling the blonde off for even insinuating that she would wear something, "So... So... So LEWD!" especially with her father's presence always looking close by. She was under enough scrutiny as it was, having gone to Beacon, and she had made it very clear that she did not want to end up in a tabloid as the family's slutty disappointment.
Everything on the rack was about half the size of what it should be, and it made Blake hot; she spent several minutes just thinking about how people– her teammate, even– bought things from it intending to wear them. She thought that even Yang, as sexual as she was, never wore anything as skimpy as the bikinis and panties. "Wait... Does she?" Sure, she had seen Yang change every now and then as a result of living together, but she had never seen her in a frilly pink thong that said, "Bad Girl," or a bra that was completely see through.
Blake blushed as she thought about the nights where Yang went downtown to party, explicitly leaving her team behind. She always came back late and happy with herself. The thought of her dropping hints to the people of Vale about what she was wearing beneath her outfit suddenly seemed like a very distinct possibility, even if it was just to tease. Blake knew the blonde was an expert at turning people on, but she couldn't imagine her flashing too much. Still, Blake considered the thought of giving people a better glimpse of her perfect behind thrilling.
Blake had to force herself to stop thinking about what Yang did in her alone time so that she could start planning for when she did the same thing. Suddenly, she felt a want to be looked at; the lewdness of the outfits in front of her mixed with her new desire to show off, and she now had both the perfect outlet and the perfect location to sate herself. She grabbed a few things from the rack and kept going, desperately hoping that the rumors of that room were true.
Blake kept fiddling through racks as she moved forward. She managed to surprise herself again as she saw the next tier of racks; the clothes were demeaning to say the least, marked with phrases like, "Sexy Bitch," (With several intentional holes in places they shouldn't be) "I Look Better On My Knees," (With a blonde silhouette that looked tangentially like Yang) and, "Always In Heat" (With a Faunus symbol on it). Though she hated the entire idea, she was at least pleased that Faunus people weren't the only thing being objectified. "Though hating women isn't exactly better..." She huffed and decided to go check out the mythical Showe Room proper, ignoring the set of racks entirely after the offenses of the first.
While on her way to the suspiciously undersold changing rooms, Blake stopped, something she found very interesting catching her eye. Taking a closer look confirmed that next to her was a rack of cosplay outfits. More importantly, the thing that had grabbed her attention was something she was really ashamed that she recognized; before her was what was called a ninja outfit. A cute, skimpy, more-sex-appeal-than-clothing outfit stood out amongst the naughty nurses and the sexy version of the Four Maidens, which Blake immediately recognized as the outfit for the main "heroine" of Ninjas of Love. It looked straight out of all the art littered throughout the series, the busty female character demanding eyes with her substantial cleavage.
While the main female lead was really just a plot device relegated to a sex object, Blake recognized the chalk white ninja mask that was designed to look like a fox as a glorious reminder of her first read. The rest of the pieces fell into place, with the long purple scarf ready to wrap around her neck, the "ninja princess" outfit ready to show off copious amounts of her cleavage, and the "tactical combat skirt" ready to put Ruby and Weiss' to shame. In case Blake had any doubts as to Ninjas of Love being purely about smut, the outfit also came with the woman's stockings, which somehow helped her be a stealthy shadow of the night while also drawing her legs out to the fullest potential. It was sexy, supposedly stealthy, and something Blake was ashamed to admit she had dreamed of wearing.
Unable to stop herself, Blake let out an, "Oh, my god," as the memories of filth rushed back to her. She had always known Ninjas of Love was a lust fueled power fantasy where women had more sex than personality, but something about it made her need to take the outfit with her. Maybe it was because she had always wanted some gallant character to sweep her off her feet and make her scream with satisfaction, but Blake felt a very strong urge to be dominated, along with an overbearing feeling of lust she already needed to take care of.
"I don't need this. That writer is awful. Women are more than toys. Why is this in my hands? No. No no no no no. Noooo." Blake looked around the empty store, seeing nothing but racks of clothes and the back of the head of the woman that had hidden from her earlier. She hated herself for it, but she made for the changing rooms intending to live out the fantasies of her younger years, the outfit in tow. "I'm so not buying this."
Blake took in the brightly colored scene before her as she entered the changing room labeled as the, "Showe Room." The rumors hadn't prepared her for the massive wall that made it explicitly clear that being watched while changing or showering was a strong possibility. She read all of it, the feeling of nervousness in her heart propagating throughout the rest of her body. "Oh, my god, it's really real. I'm going to change and there could be someone watching."
Looking down, Blake noticed the mess of colors on the table before her; masks and wigs of all shapes, colors, styles, and complexity stared back at her, waiting if she needed them. Eying the fox mask that was part of the Ninjas of Love outfit, Blake considered, "Well, that's covered... But the books said she had white hair, 'like captured moonlight.' Man, that's cheesy..." Blushing as she huffed, she pulled down her hood and scarf and affixed a silver wig to cover her hair. After fiddling with her cat ears, she looked in a nearby mirror and childishly giggled at the thought that she looked just like the ninja princess in the story. After a bit of extra styling, Blake looked just like how the art depicted the woman, her amber eyes matching the ink the pages were colored with. The gentle smile from her playing dress up also helped to improve the look, but she wasn't about to let anyone see her in an outfit that came from a softcore porn series.
Black covered her face with the fox mask and looked at the options before her. There were two doors that led to standard rooms, and two that led to showers. "Oh," Blake thought, her face flat behind her mask. "Showe Room, like shower-room, and you're giving a show. Ugh, that's... pretty stupid. I guess you get the message, though." She scoffed at the attempt at creativity before thinking, "But there's no way I'm showering with an audience! Who would do such a..." Blake remembered that she had received a gift that was a bikini that wrapped around her fingers better than it would her breasts and stopped herself.
Taking a final deep breath and fighting the urge to run away, Blake stepped into a changing room, noticing the large mirror, the two curtains that could give her privacy or racy privacy, and a few beautifying gifts left on a bench by other girls. She flipped through a sketch book filled with messages to whoever was on the other side of the mirror, cringed at a few very explicit commands, commended the bravery of those that put their phone numbers, and admired the perfect calligraphy that had gone into a large note that said, "I hope you're watching!"
Filled with confidence from the fact that she wasn't the first girl to have exhibitionist thoughts, Blake turned to face her reflection. The mirror showcased her beautiful body and her cute outfit; her cat hoodie was loose to mask her curves, but it looked adorable, especially when paired with her tiny little shorts. Feeling playful, the Faunus turned and accentuated her rear, coyishly shaking it around at a gentle pace to show it off. She deposited her clothes on the bench and thought long and hard about what she thought in terms of having people potentially watch her, admire her, or do lewder things with her in mind as she put on a showe.
"I want this."
Blake was crimson behind her mask. She hadn't even done anything, but she still felt elation just at the thought of being watched. Taking a deep breath, she began pulling her hoodie over her head, taking great care to not knock off the fox face or her wig. She removed it and looked at the mirror, suddenly remembering she hadn't worn a shirt as she saw her breasts fill out a cute purple bra. It was a little small, had bits of black outlining it, and made her feel like she was naked purely because of how vulnerable she felt.
"I'm... really doing this..." Blake thought, suddenly really self conscious. Her mirror image followed her as she nervously crossed her arms, covering her breasts and as much of her body as she could. She felt like she was about to lose her virginity rather than just playfully strip; in her mind, the theoretical person(s) behind the mirror was staring directly at her, waiting for the cute girl with the tiny shorts to show off her gorgeous body so that they could make it theirs. The thought made Blake hesitant, even if she had no plans on going nude. Still, the reminder of her supposed purity made her feel like she was just that much more special. It made her feel hot.
Blake took the only action she could to help try to cool off the burning inside of her; slowly bending over just a bit, she turned her rear to her reflection and lowered her shorts. Could a person hear her past the mirror, they would hear Blake moan sensually, the sense of lust overwhelming her as she revealed her tiny purple panties. They hugged her immaculate ass, shaping her rear and letting anyone who could see get the exact curves down to memory, helped by more black outlines. Again, Blake felt that her conservative outfit was scraps compared to anything normal; she felt like she'd have the same cover in the bikini Yang had bought her, and it made her feel on fire. She was scared of what her audience might think, but knew she was safe in her room.
Panting, Blake tried to calm herself, thinking, "Okay, that's the hard part done. Ugh, it's so... freeing being like this!" The Faunus felt and looked frail as she marked moved her hands over her body, still trying to cover everything even though it was her decision to remove her clothes. "But god is it terrifying..." She took a deep breath and let the mirror get a perfect look at her panties and bra set. She had intentionally matched it, so it was only right to show them off together. Failing to prevent herself from chancing her fists as tight as she could, she nervously shifted, noticing every slight movement of her breasts and hips. Every slight shake made her burn with dissatisfaction.
"Am I really considering that!?" Blake thought as she glanced at her Ninjas of Love outfit. She had a thought, and one that had been deeply rooted in her desires when she had first read every single page. "And why am I actually thinking of going through with it!?"
With every part of her shaking, Blake held up the so called ninja princess top and stared it up and down. "No. No no no," she thought, thinking better of her actions.
"Stockings first."
Still burying the side of her that doubted her actions, Blake removed her shoes and began slipping the ninja outfit's stockings on, making absolutely sure her luscious legs looked perfect as she did so. "I really hope you're watching..." She thought, overcome with her passion. Throwing all of the other outfits she had picked out onto the floor, she sat on the bench, allowing her legs to take all the attention they deserved as she drew the stockings up over them. They fit perfectly, save the beautiful divets they made in Blake's upper thighs, pillowing her skin around the elastic.
"Oh, my god..." Blake thought as she stood up. "I look so beautiful." She had never been one to focus on her own beauty too much, but as she twirled around in nothing but her underwear and stockings, she had to admit that she looked absolutely gorgeous, and it wasn't just her heart rate talking; her butt looked amazing as always, but rarely did she absolutely love how her breasts, stomach, body, legs, and all of her other features looked, at least to this degree. She was beautiful. Save her mask and wig, her precious body was exposed, the dream of all people who wanted to ravish her. She hadn't felt this sexy in a long, long time. Struck with newfound confidence, she modeled her underdressed look in the mirror, capturing her perky boobs and her cute butt. Her olive skin was flushed from excitement, and glistened ever so slightly from nervousness. "I think I'm in heaven."
Lust continued to burn throughout Blake as she posed for the mirror. Staring at herself look so nice felt good, and long overdue; she couldn't exactly do this sort of thing often, considering she shared a room with three other girls. There was also another thing she couldn't do often because of her teammates, and Blake was starting to become very aware of that fact.
With a deep breath, Blake decided that she did not want to bother with the other outfits she had picked out; she was going to try on the full Ninjas of Love outfit, and she was going to relish in the fact that she was both living out her younger self's childish fantasy and feel the high of being watched while doing so. Keeping her mask close to her face, she wrapped the soft purple scarf around her neck and let it flow off, trying to replicate the wind blowing it in the dramatic way that was on the pages.
Blake carefully slipped the top on, the process made easy with how low the neckline was; the huge amount of cleavage allowed her to effortlessly pull the deep black garment over her wig and mask with no issue, and found it fit perfectly around her breasts. She looked up to see that they looked even more amazing when in a proper top, framed by the combination of her scarf and the cleavage. The top was almost completely black, but close inspection revealed gentle patterns of purple that wound their way over the outlines, detailing all of Blake's exposed skin.
Happy with herself, Blake pulled up the outfit's skirt. She was surprised to find that the dark, wavy cloth fit her perfectly, almost as if the outfit was made for her to wear. While she questioned the validity of it being termed as a, "combat skirt," Blake's emotions soared as she saw her absolute territory; just the right amount of her thighs was highlighted beneath the skirt and above the stockings, and the look was gorgeous. She giggled with glee over how her dumb fantasy of being a beautiful heroine of a smutty storybook was becoming true.
"I look just like her!" Blake thought as she remembered the story of the ninja princess. In between political drama that was pushed aside, a torrent of handsome bachelors asking for her hand in marriage, and the evil rival clan trying to assassinate her, Blake's thoughts went to the main draw of the series. She thought of the reasons why she never had and never would admit to reading Ninjas of Love. She thought about how far too much of the story was about the ninja princess having sex. Very graphic, very addictive, very pleasurable sex. When the princess wasn't being described as being taken and conquered by a young man, she was described as wanting to be. While Blake hated how the woman was clearly written with a male's perspective and desires, she couldn't deny that she wanted that feeling of someone she loved having her.
Blake thought about all of the chapters of Ninjas of Love that were spent with the princess being ravished. She thought about all of the scenes of her discovering sex and how it felt. Above all, she thought about one chapter in particular; on one lonely, lonely night, rain poured, feelings escalated, and a girl discovered that she could love her body by herself.
"Uhn... Do I?" Blake thought, trying to steady her breathing.
Blake thought about the words that had been used to describe the princess' first experience with herself. Words like, "ecstasy," "divine," and "blissful."
"Oh... Can I?" Blake questioned, her thoughts punctuated by deep breaths visible in her reflection.
Blake thought about the part in the book where the author spent the entire chapter describing, in detail, the princess' first time masturbating. She also thought about how she had first read that chapter right as her body had developed to crave the satisfaction that pleasuring one's self would give her.
"I don't think I can stop myself..."
Memories of a long, loud, and totally isolated night that happened years ago flooded back into Blake's mind, helping her to remember her first time masturbating. When she had first read that one chapter, she had discovered the pleasures her fingers could give her, just like the princess. She sat on the bench, leaning her back against the wall and lifting her leg to give herself a good position. The mirror's reflection saw right up her skirt, letting any audience get a clear view of Blake's actions.
"I hope you're watching..."
Blake took a very long, very deep breath and slid her fingers beneath the waistline of her skirt. Thinking back to that first night so many years ago, she ran her fingers over the front of her panties, feeling the dampness between her legs. She stared at the mirror, taking in the fact that she– or rather, the Faunus that had walked into the Showe Room– was pleasuring herself where people could watch.
"It feels so... Right." Blake lost her mind as she pushed her fingers into her panties. The mirror let her see every knuckle against the cloth as she brushed her fingers over her mound, sending her back to her first time. Something about the situation, the outfit, the potential audience, anything made her feel like she was the only woman in the world, and that she was worth feeling the bliss of her own touch. "Hngh..."
Blake's thoughts were lost in between her moans, her fingers gently teasing her core before she finally grew brave. Knowing full well that people could watch her do so, the Faunus inserted a finger into her core, sending a shock up her spine as she tested heaven. She pulled her top up, revealing her heaving breasts in her purple bra, only to reach inside and squeeze.
Blake Belladonna, or rather, the heroine of Ninjas of Love, penetrated her insides with her fingers as her other hand roughly gripped her breast. She moaned uncontrollably, capturing that sense of discovery that she had found all those years ago; she was incapable of thinking of a time when she had felt this much pleasure from her own body, and caused by herself at that.
Before losing her voice completely, Blake screamed, "Oh Ohhh Ohhhhh OHHHHHHHHH!" as she felt her orgasm rock her body. Wave after wave of shakes tore through her, making her lose any sense of shame at the fact that she could be seen. A shock accompanied her drenching her panties, only for more to follow as she squeezed her breast with all her might. A final shock made her collapse onto the bench, leaving the mirror with the beauty of a satisfied woman, her shuddering body, and her soaked panties.
"Oh, my god..." Those were the only words Bake had left as she sat up, holding her head and trying to come back down to earth. No masturbation session had come anywhere close to what she had just felt. Still panting heavily, she looked at the mirror, smiled, then realized she still had a mask on. "Thank you," she thought to whatever audience she may have had. Her anonymity kept her from feeling regret. To them, a girl just had a good time, not Blake Belladonna. She made a cutesy wave and closed the heavier curtain, completely shutting her off from the mirror. Once again, she was alone.
"Yang..." Blake imagined she knew why her teammate seemed to frequent this place. "Knowing her, she probably goes a bit further..." She felt herself get hot at the thought of removing her bra or lowering her panties for her audience, but that would have to be another day, if at all. Blake was spent. She undressed, put back on her Faunus girl disguise, and exited the room after picking up all her discarded clothes.
Blake neatly arranged all the outfits she didn't try on by placing them on the unwanted rack. Turning red at the implications, she threw the Ninjas of Love outfit in the bin labeled, "dirty," now slightly ashamed she had drenched it in her fluids. She hurried out of the changing rooms and left the Showe Room.
On her way back to Beacon, Blake again felt the stares of everyone as she paraded her butt around in the shorts Yang had bought her. "I'm going to have to change out of these..." Forgetting the fact that she was still wearing her dampened panties, she really didn't want Yang or anyone else on RWBY to see her dress like she was. She knew she looked amazing, but she wanted to hold off Yang's satisfaction for the time being, at least until she could regain a steady heart rate.
Blake got back to Beacon, strutted around more than usual, then took a long, warm shower.
"I need to go back..."