Summary: Yang tries to recruit Blake in giving Ruby 'the talk'
Of Fertilizer and Bumblebees
RWBY
"Look, Blake-y… I need your help… you're my only hope. I'm going to give Ruby the talk."
Sitting on her bed, Blake put down her book and looked up at a flustered Yang.
"The talk? As in… the talk?"
"Of flowers and bumblebees…"
"What… spurred this on?"
"She found my stash, woman!" Yang threw herself on top of Blake, nose to nose. "She. Found. My. Stash." Despite being at point-blank range of Yang and her twins, Blake showed no emotion whatsoever. "You know that this kind of stuff is divided into three categories?"
"Three?"
"Yeah," Yang nodded as she removed herself. "The first is the stuff that would make your grandmother cry. The second is the stuff that'd make your dad barf. And the last kind… the kind that Ruby found…"
Blake leaned in, curious as a cat.
"And the last kind is…?"
Yang sighed.
"The kind of kinky stuff normal society would find unforgivable."
Blake leaned back.
"Like leather and whips?"
Yang shakes her head.
"Uh… ball-gags and wax?"
Yang's face grows beat red. She shakes her head. Sadly, no again.
"What… could it be then…?"
Yang crawls besides Blake and whispers her deepest, darkest, most unforgivable fetishes.
"Wow. Okay. Good luck, you're on your own."
Blake walks out of the dorm.
"B-But Blake," Yang cried out as the door closed behind her. Who can she turn to now in this moment of crisis? If Yang doesn't work quick… then Ruby might… she might…
The door bursts open.
"Yang!"
"Jaune?"
"Ruby trying to eat my poo!"
Of Fertilizer and Bumblebees Fin
Author's Notes: I'll take requests.