Artist: Notatrox

Source: "Notatrox neon"

Author: TheBlackbirdCalls

Warnings: None

"I'll take it off her, then she'll have no clothes."

Yang continued to seethe uncontrollably as she heard dozens of cameras going off. She was still frozen in shame as Neon playfully twirled her stolen pants in her hand, leaving her in just her panties. Everyone in the crowd saw Yang Xiao Long freeze up, her butt out in the open for all to see while her cute pout made the scene that much better. Still unbelievably embarrassed, the underdressed blonde had lost the tact to attempt to cover herself in any way, her arms raised to show off her thighs further. Instead, her flushed face betrayed itself as she plotted revenge.

"How's that, Blondie!?" Neon said, finally opening her eyes to look at the result of her theft. She grinned wide at Yang's adorable pout and all the people in the crowd taking pictures and videos. The rest of RWBY was busily but fruitlessly trying to stop the onlookers from recording the scene of Yang's humiliation. She flashed a thumbs up to Flynt, who had a face of disbelief that she had actually just did what she had done. Giggling to herself, she looked back to Yang before taking in her lower half. She stopped dead.

"Oh." Neon said in her annoyingly valley girl way. "Em." Her body leaned forward, her arms going limp as she stared. "Gee." Her mouth hung open as she stared at Yang's panties.

"Whu?" A confused and still not lucid Yang murmured, slightly uncomfortable about Neon staring at her unclothed waist.

"Those. Are. So. KYUUUUUTE!" Neon burst upward, eyes flashing as she took in the soft yellow undergarment. The way the color matched with Yang's hair, the cheeky bits of skin the blonde was showing off with her shapely hips, the pretty and delicate lace trim everywhere, but most importantly, the tiny little bows that met the edges of the panties were just so... "ADORABLE!" Neon's eyes sparkled as she held her face, loving how Yang's sense of fashion was just, like, soooo precious!

"What?" Yang's confusion temporarily overruled her humiliation at not having pants. She lowered her arms and cocked an eyebrow at Neon's fangirling– "Is that what she's doing?"– over her panties. She looked down, remembered that dozens of people were still watching her, reflushed her face to bright red, then meekly tried to cover herself. She succeeded in covering the front by shyly bending forward slightly, but also managed to stick her butt out more, showing off her round cheeks in better detail for the cameras.

"Oh, my god, you HAVE to tell me where you bought those! They are so kyute!" Neon started skating a bit closer to Yang, excitedly gazing at her legs. "They make your legs look sooooo nice! And your butt, too!"

"Huh?" Yang said, more confused and self conscious than ever. "What? Kyute?"

"You know, like cute, but even cuter! Key-yoot!" Neon skated a little further forward.

"What?"

"Like... y'know, nya~" Neon pawed the air with her hand, mimicking a full on cat meowing. She loosely held Yang's shorts as her lips pursed to resemble a kitten. Were it possible, she would have said, ":3"

Yang stared at her in disbelief, confusion, and, as she reminded herself, hatred.

"Soooo, like, where did you get those? I NEED to have a pair like it! I'm doing some kinda ~naughty~ modeling later and those would be PERFECT! They're so kyute; just cheeky enough to show off!"

Yang noticed that Neon's guard could not possibly be lower. She also noticed that she hated the "word," "Kyute," though that was mostly the hatred of the hyperactive Faunus saying it over and over again.

"Haymaker." Yang whispered, just under her breath for Neon to catch onto.

"What was that, Hot Stuff?" Neon cupped her free hand around her ear and leant in, real, real close.

"HAYMAKER!" Yang screamed as her body snapped forward. Her eyes burned red as she connected with Neon's head. Unbridled rage fueling her punch, the blonde felt Neon's Aura shatter like glass the instant she hit her. She was treated to a terrified, "Wha-" before fist met face, sending the bright neon blue and orange girl straight into the ground, silencing her with a knockout.

Yang heard a stunned silence as the crowd's focus turned from her exposed butt to the vicious knockout she had just delivered. She grinned devilishly as she heard cheers. Fueled with hate and the thought of the crowd's enthusiasm towards the subject, Yang bent down and found that Neon had a spare collar in her pocket, the bell jingling the sweetest music as it she took it. An evil idea came to her. There was a gasp at both Yang's panty clad rear, now pointed directly up at the stands, and towards the activity she was currently engaging in. The crowd grasped her full intentions as she shimmied her scarf off and donned Neon's spare collar for herself.

"Stupid cat. This is what you get for ripping my favorite shorts!" Yang's rage calmed slightly as she removed Neon's belt from her unconscious, unresisting body. "Calling me fat was one thing, but nobody embarrasses Yang Xiao Long and gets away with it!" With a dramatic whoosh for the cameras, Yang tore off Neon's skirt, swiping it clean off her legs and donning it herself. "Let's see how you like it, bitch!" She stood back up, significantly prouder now that the crowd couldn't see her underwear as she modeled Neon's skirt.

Turning to face the shocked and amazed crowd, Yang grinned like mad as she pointed to Neon's limp body and made a vague impression of a female figure with her hands. She winked at Flynt, unsure of whether it could be caught as he stared back, dumbfounded. The crowd grew louder as the blonde squatted back down and hooked her fingers into Neon's shorts. With a roar egging her on, Yang sensually slid the tiny black pants off of the unconscious body, exposing the Faunus' own panties. Like her highlights, they were bright blue, and also decorated with a cutesy cat face that smiled back at Yang as she climbed into the shorts. Fight the tightness, Yang backed off, letting the crowd see Neon in the state she had left her in a moment ago: undressed and undignified.

"More where that came from! You aren't getting off that easy!" Yang listened to the bell on her new collar jingle as she knelt back down to the delight of most of the crowd and the horror of the rest of FNKI and RWBY. She couldn't have cared less about her teammate's disapproval of her actions; she was pissed off, and she was not about to let some annoying cat make a fool out of her. "Actually, this is pretty cute..." Yang thought as she finagled Neon's shirt over her head, taking the light blue crop top and leaving the Faunus in just a strapless black bra and blue panties, plus her skating gear.

Yang held up the shirt to the crowd and pointed it at it, smiling wide from her loving cruelty. She shouted, "WANT MORE!?" up at the crowd, earning a rambunctious response. She giggled as she saw FNKI disappear behind the stands, looking for the entrance to the stadium. To her delight, she remembered the doors wouldn't open for several more minutes due to nobody foreseeing a sparring match ending in a KO. With all the time in the world, she went back to Neon.

Yang decided to make the crowd suffer as much as Neon would; slowly, very slowly, she took off her gloves and gauntlets before replacing them with Neon's gloves and wrist guards, struggling to tighten them over her much larger arms. Yang definitely was larger, but, "That's because I'm way taller, and WAY more filled out! I earned these guns." She flexed, exciting her onlookers and getting dirty looks from her teammates. "Worth it," she thought as she replaced her stockings with roller blades and coyly torn socks with pads.

Struck with a nice realization, Yang noticed that she could both excite the crowd and complete her stripping of Neon. The vengeful blonde took off her jacket, further enforcing her top heavy and top tier breasts under her yellow tank. With considerable effort, she donned Neon's tiny blue top, pulling it over her voluminous hair and stretching it over her considerably larger boobs before maneuvering her own tank off. The crowd cheered at her dropping her shirt off to the side, casually letting it sift to the floor as her bright yellow bra became visible thanks to Neon's flirty top. They exploded when Yang reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, taking it off without removing her shirt.

"I got it. I flaunt it." Yang was unbelievably smug as she dropped her massive yellow bra, leaving her in just Neon's top. This way, she was flirtier and sexier than ever while also denying the far off cameras from seeing her nipples, clearly visible without a second layer, up close. Yang stood in the center of the ring, dressed exactly like Neon. Exactly, save one last detail. Mockingly, she fake questioned nothing before suddenly jumping up, excited at the prospect of her next action. The crowd roared and cameras flashed as Yang lifted Neon's unconscious body up, held her close, whisper something into her ear, and then giggle as she unhooked the Faunus' bra. Yang made damn sure that Neon Katt's big, perky boobs were directed straight at all the cameras as she lifted her bra over them, exposing her chest for all to see and all to record. Yang maliciously played with the soft skin, running her fingers over Neon's pert nipples. She withdrew for a second and put on Neon's bra, choking from how tight the strapless garment was but suffering through it anyway.

"How's that, bitch? Katt got NOTHING!" Yang whispered into Neon's ear. To her delight, she started regaining consciousness, her confused questions turning to aroused whimpers as her breasts were massaged. Gazing up at the crowd and utilizing her last few seconds of full control, the blonde tore the Faunus' panties down, showing the crowd her mound; it was soft, precious, the slightest bit aroused from Yang's lack of care, and captured by dozens of excited onlooker's cameras to chronicle the event. Yang stood up and left Neon to wake up, modeling her stolen outfit to everyone's cheers.

Neon's eyes fluttered. "What just happened?" she asked herself as her vision unclouded. "I was asking Yang where she got her panties, and then...?" She saw a copious amount of blonde hair and a lot of neon blue in front of her. "Is that...?" Neon brought a hand to her chest. Her heart stopped as she found that her shirt wasn't there. Nor was anything else.

"OMG! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!" Neon exploded upwards, suddenly aware that she was completely naked save her collar, and in front of dozens of cameras and onlookers. She looked down, her arms curling inwards as she watched her breasts jiggle unrestrained, the blonde in front of her wearing her bra and showing off hoe she looked in it. Neon could do nothing but absolutely freak out at the fact that Yang had more than taken revenge.

"Uhh..." Neon Katt, shining skater of Team FNKI, was beyond bright red as she looked forward at Yang, smirking with her a beaming grin. She tried to raise her arms to do anything, but only succeeded in limply hanging them in a vague stance around her breasts, not capable of anything else. Her actions only allowed clearer looks of her entire naked body to be seen by all. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened, her pout captured by dozens of scrolls as she stood, humiliated and adorable.

"How could you!?" Neon whined, failing to cover anything.

"Well, you know." Yang cocked her hip to the side, letting a hand rest on it with an infuriating grin.