Weiss Reacts to Beauty Pageants, Part 2!
A/N: Welcome, one and all, to Weiss Reacts! Today'll be the day of the madness and fanservice and the obsessed Yang trying to beat Winter in a sexy competition. Which'll never happen, but anyway, let's see her try. Wahahaha. Hahaha! Ahem. Yang's suffering is delicious. Well, everyone's suffering is delicious. That's why I write comedy! :D
Also, the fanservice goes up 500% this chapter! Yay!
DISCLAIMER: RWBY does not belong to me, otherwise there would be two hundred times more fanservice in the series (not that Pyrrha and Yang don't already give enough).
All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.
The Day of the Beauty Pageant...
Yang smiled, as the rest of her team held up their clothes for the various segments. "I spent about five hundred or so Lien grabbing these clothes for you guys yesterday."
"Explains where you were half of yesterday." Weiss examined the first piece of clothing. "And what's this supposed to be?"
"That is an exact replica of Azusa's uniform from K-On." Yang smiled, lifting the navy-blue fabric of the blazer.
Blake glared at her. "You are not going to make me participate in this competition with Weiss dressed in that abomination!"
Yang sidled up to her partner's face, smiling sinisterly. "You will, Blakey. I want to win this competition. I want to win.
And you know what? If that means making you cosy up to your worst enemies, then I will."
Blake shuddered, shrinking down in fear and trying not to meet Yang's insane eyes. "Y-yes, ma'am."
"...huh?" Ruby examined the penguin suit she'd been given. "Why is mine different?"
"You see, Rubes, people don't find you sexy." Yang pointed out bluntly but honestly. "They find you adorable. So, we're going to play to your strengths!"
Weiss stared at her in shock. "And people find this Azusa person hot?!"
"No, people just want to see you in a typical schoolgirl uniform." The brawler sighed, shaking her head. "We have to pander to the fans, Weiss. It's the only way we'll win this contest."
"By debasing ourselves to such perverted levels? I think I might rather run myself through with Myrtenaster."
Blake nodded, holding up her clothing. "Well...that might explain mine then, I suppose."
Weiss and Ruby blushed, with the heiress glaring at Yang.
"That is not clothing, that is an abomination worthy of the fires of Hell!"
"People find the whole cat girl thing hot!" Yang protested. "It makes sense that Blake gets the hottest uniform, no?"
"Yes, but...this barely qualifies as clothing, Yang." The catgirl complained.
Yang grinned mischievously, lifting her own pair up. "Oh, don't worry. You're not alone, Blakey~ Besides, I really want to see what you look like in leather~"
The catgirl blushed profusely, looking away. "Q-quit talking like some pervert, Y-Yang..."
Weiss facepalmed. "Does your perversion know no end?!"
"If it makes us beat Winter, then no, it doesn't!"
Ruby patted her girlfriend on the back comfortingly. "Don't worry, Weiss, it'll be over after today, and you don't have to think about it later."
"Something tells me this pageant is going to haunt me until the day I die..." The heiress muttered darkly, looking aside irritably.
Yang, meanwhile, laughed maniacally, rubbing her hands together as she looked over her team carefully.
'Yes...with the combined forces of Moe and Sexy, not even Winter Schnee will be able to stand against Team RWBY!
Oh, Yang, you're a genius! A hot, badass genius!'
"And to think this stupid competition has a swimsuit portion..." Weiss muttered under her breath. "...I swear, it's like sad perverts come up with this kind-oh wait, they did!
I wonder how Cinder somehow managed to get hired with that attitude..."
Ruby frowned, looking somewhat worried. "...you didn't buy us swimsuits, did you?"
Yang grinned at her. Ruby's spirits sank and she blanched as she realised the implications.
"Oh Dust, Yang..."
"...just make sure you're good for the talent portion, yeah?" The brawler winked. "We're all clear for our talents?"
Blake cracked her knuckles. "Damn straight I am. Just...tell me we're not doing that portion in that."
"...sadly, you don't get the chance to change clothes until the swimsuit segments." Yang sighed dramatically, in a manner which induced Blake to believe this was completely her plan to begin with.
"Oh...you sneaky, sneaky prankster..."
"I don't know what you're talking about~" The brawler looked away innocently, whistling.
Weiss shook her head.
"Did you seriously not expect that? Even when she's obsessed with winning, she STILL does stupid perverted things like this!"
"...t-these things look so indecent..." The catgirl muttered, blushing profusely. "I-I..."
"I knew you'd love it, Blakey!" The brawler cheered happily.
Weiss looked aside. "She's so obsessed, she's even deluding herself more than usual..."
Meanwhile, in the JNPR dorm...
Jaune stood in front of the mirror, sighing. He breathed in, examining himself and adjusting his collar.
The knight was in his bespoke tuxedo, jet black jacket and sharp white shirt striking a slender figure, despite everything else. His red handkerchief was tucked into his chest pocket, and on his left wrist was a golden watch to match his refined attire.
With the exception of his ruffled hair, he looked the very exemplar of gentlemanly.
Ren, who was wearing a green traditional shirt with gold lining and black trousers, clapped. "Nicely done. You really pulled off the refined gentleman look."
"...I'm still not sure about this." Jaune frowned, adjusting his shirt slightly.
Nora popped out of the bathroom, clad in full Viking gear- silver winged helmet and false golden locks that looked completely different from her crimson hair, authentic hauberk and russet tunic, complete with a wooden spear.
"I hope you guys are ready! Because I AM!" The valkyrie- for once, actually resembling a valkyrie-pumped her fist enthusiastically. "And the world will be exposed to my yodelling skills!"
"...yeah. I think they've gotten enough of your yodelling..." Ren commented with a chuckle. Nora tilted her head, curious.
"What shou-oh, oh! I'll tap dance! That's it! It never goes wrong! Thanks, Renny~"
"...err...you're welcome, Nora?" Ren nodded slowly, looking somewhat confused. "I...don't know how it turned from yodelling to tap dancing, but..."
"Hey, guys, where's Pyrrha?" Jaune looked around. "I haven't seen her in a while."
"She said she'd meet us at the stage." Nora explained, tapping her chin. "I'm wondering why she won't-oh, maybe she's got a secret ready! She might have a secret plan! Like dressing like a sloth!
And she doesn't want us to steal her ideas! Clever Pyrrha, but not clever...because, as we all know, I'm now onto her plans!" Nora declared proudly, puffing her chest out proudly.
Ren rubbed the back of his head. "Not sure that's why she's not with us right now."
Nora pouted, her pride deflated. "But Reeeeen~! It makes so much seeeense!"
Jaune checked his watch. "I guess we'd better get going then. Pageant's in about twenty minutes."
Ren strolled over to the side of his bed and grabbed the bag of clothing the team had for the various sections of the pageant.
"Yep. Let's get going then, eh?"
"...please, whatever god is up there, make this all end quick..." Jaune muttered, before breathing in and walking out first.
Beacon Assembly Hall
The hall itself was packed to full, with the audience packed full of students and some parents who could spare the time to visit. The stage itself was set with banners embossed with the Beacon logo and the word 'Pageant' sewn onto the banner in golden thread.
Sitting in pride of place at the judge's panel were Cinder- of whom this entire venture was the brain child of- Glynda, and a somewhat disinterested Gretchen Faust. Faust was a last-minute replacement for their plan of a celebrity judge in the form of Risette or Chieri Sono, neither of which were available. They even attempted to beg Tohru onto the panel, but owing to a mess Cinder had left in the staff room with burrito wrappers, she declined politely while trying to dig Professor Oobleck out of the wrappers.
In the end, Faust was their only recourse, much to Glynda's irritation.
Glynda rolled her eyes. "I still can't believe you managed to get me into your madness..."
Cinder was reading a tablet, rolling her eyes. "We need a new crowd draw to pander to the fans.
Apparently we're being beaten out in weekly views by a straight-laced crossdresser with love issues and a time-travelling stalker with a loli fetish."
"What are you even talking about?" The blonde instructor stared at her, adjusting her glasses.
"The metaphysical nature of the narrative we currently reside." Faust uttered, adjusting her own thick-rimmed glasses while reading a spellbook. "Either that or she's talking about the pageant itself."
"I'm surprised Honda put up with her babbling for as long as she did." Glynda muttered, speaking about Cinder's former teaching assistant. "...I'm surprised I did.
Seriously, where did you even get the idea for a pageant like this?!"
"Are you kidding me?" Cinder chuckled, holding up her phone, where a Dustbook page was present, with someone by the name of 'Kashiwagi' had sent her pictures of what looked like a grey haired male student of some school, dressed in a female uniform.
"This is all the rage in schools nowadays!"
"...how is this..." Glynda sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You know, I don't understand how you managed to get entrusted with a class of students trained to fight monsters."
"...well, my training helped them beat Siegmund Schnee up, you can't doubt my methods." Cinder pointed out helpfully.
"I do not doubt that. I doubt your sanity."
"Just jealous because I'm crazy awesome and all the fans think I'm sexy. It's cool~"
Glynda's eyes narrowed. "I swear, you and Miss Xiao Long are far too similar for your own good..."
Meanwhile, behind the curtain...
Nora pouted. "Dammit! I hoped Risette would show up! Oh well..."
"Good grief, that's a huge crowd..." Jaune sighed as he looked away from the curtain, looking around for Pyrrha. "I wonder where she is-"
"H-hi, Jaune."
The knight turned around to see the spearmaiden. His cheeks immediately rouged, as he stared at her with an open mouth and blinking eyes.
"P-Pyrrha?"
Pyrrha was standing in front of him, rubbing her left arm with her right shyly. She had, in place of her normal uniform or light armour, a skintight black spy suit, accentuating her body and making it clear that her figure was a perfect mix between lean, firm muscle and soft curves at her waist and chest, and her hips were brought out by the fake utility belt slung onto them, replete with fake gun- actually Minako's Evoker, given that she was the only person who owned anything that looked like a real gun- and repurposed Beacon alumnus brooch- a gift from her mother.
Her cheeks, of course, were as red as her hair at showing off this much to Jaune.
"D-do...d-do you like it?"
"...u-uh..." Jaune stuttered. "Y-you..."
"Huh, you love it, right?" Minako appeared next to her, clad in an equally form-fitting maid outfit, complete with tiara and apron, with black stockings in place of her normal white socks. "These costumes were my idea.
You like what you see, Jaune~?"
Nora, meanwhile, was staring at Pyrrha, some drool beginning to drip from her mouth. Ren poked her arm.
"Nora?"
"...hehe..." The berserker continued staring at her teammate's figure. "Heh..."
"I...um..." Jaune, of course, was overwhelmed by two very attractive girls, for all intents and purposes, showing themselves off for him.
Then his rational side kicked in and his genre savvy instincts said otherwise.
"...Pyrrha, Minako, what are you two doing?"
Minako grinned. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I-I just wanted to wear this for the contest. H-honest..."
Ren scoffed. "Then why keep it a secret from Jaune? We're all a team, we don't keep secrets from each other.
Unless you were planning to impress him with that."
Minako looked aside, cursing quietly to herself, confirming Jaune and Ren's suspicions.
Jaune sighed, smiling bemusedly. "Well, you do look nice in that, Pyrrha."
"Y-you think so?" Pyrrha looked up hopefully.
"If Nora's staring at you like a plate of syrup-soaked pancakes, I should hope so." Weiss walked over, drily remarking as she brushed off her uniform.
It was a navy-blue blazer on top of a white shirt and short blue skirt, covering her stocking-clad legs and accentuated by the blue neck ribbon. She grumbled, looking up at the staring Jaune.
"W-what are you looking at, y-you idiot?! D-don't have any perverted fantasies, o-or anything."
"You look great!" Jaune complimented her.
Weiss crossed her arms. "I-idiot...I-I didn't come here to get complimented! I-I don't care, anyway..."
"But you doooooo~" Ruby, in a round penguin costume, hugged Weiss tightly, squealing in joy.
"N-not you too! W-why am I surrounded with perverts?!"
Yang strolled over, and everyone started staring at her.
"...oh wow." Ren whistled. "You're dressed as Yoko."
Indeed, the brawler was indeed dressed as the infamous scantily-clad sniper, with flame-patterned bikini and fleshtone stockings and boots, leaving almost none of her considerably curvy body to the imagination. Yang winked mischievously.
"Blake's too ashamed to show off hers. By the way, Ren, Jaune, you two look handsome. "
"...did you steal that from my mom's dresser?" Jaune stared at her.
"...actually-" Yang twiddled her fingers, chuckling.
Weiss exhaled loudly and exasperatedly. "Are you serious?! Professor Arc is going to kill you."
"I asked first! With a note on her bedside table!" The brawler protested.
Cinder poked her head into the curtain. "Hey, guys. Nice outfits. Break a leg and get ready, the pageant's starting soon!"
Yang looked at her. "Seriously?"
"Yes."
She rubbed her hands together. "At last! My time of returning to my rightful spot comes!"
Ren raised an eyebrow. "Rightful spot? We've been through this, Yang, Weiss won the war."
"...don't get me involved in your stupid antic nonsense! I wasn't even a combatant in your stupid antic war!"
"Pfft. Of course not. It's about the fact that Winter is somehow sexier than me!" Yang whined childishly. "D-dammit, I've been Ms. Fanservice in this fic since day one and she gets the fan club?"
"Everyone in this school who looks vaguely attractive has a fanclub." Ren reminded her. "Seriously, I expect at least the Pyrrha Nikos Lover Lodge, the Weiss Schnee Appreciation Society, the Winter Schnee Appreciation Club and the Jaune Arc Admirer Clan to show up.
And don't get me started on the Sun Wukong Take-Your-Shirt-Off Club. I'm pretty sure even Ruby and that Gunther girl have fanclubs..."
Jaune felt a sweatdrop roll down his temple. "Good grief..."
"The more the merrier!" Cinder reminded them cheerily. "Now, take your places and get ready!"
Minutes later...
Cinder resumed her place on the judge panel as the pageant started, and the distant chatter fell away, giving way to silence.
Roman Torchwick took his place on the front of the stage, clearing his throat into the microphone to get everyone's attention.
"Is this stupid thing on?" The rogue remarked, shifting his bowler hat somewhat. "Anyway.
Welcome, ladies, gents...Cinder..."
Cinder glared at him from the judges' panel. Roman merely chuckled at his own joke.
"...welcome to the First Annual Beacon Beauty Pageant. This year, we'll get to see our students display excellence in a number of-" Roman's temple twitched as his eyes pored over the script in his hand.
"Who wrote this crap?!"
Cinder glared at him again.
"...meh." He discarded it, earning a chuckle from the audience. "Most of you are students, you're all probably here to see your respective crushes dressed fancily or otherwise and then vote on who looks prettiest or handsomest so their team can win free food for a week, and the judges will be your tiebreaker if there happens to be one."
Roman sighed wistfully at the thought of free food. "Man, how much I'd give to have that for myself, being an Economics professor at a combat academy pays absolutely nothing...
Anyway, have fun, good luck to our contestants and all that babble. With that, I give you the first portion, the dress competition."
The audience exploded into applause and cheering.
"I don't get paid enough for this..." Roman muttered as he strolled off the stage, taking his place at a podium behind the stage to act as the emcee.
"Alright, first up, the one most of you came to see...Winter Schnee!"
Winter did indeed walk onto the stage...and she was dressed in a relatively modest light blue frilly dress with a parasol.
Yang laughed. "Is that it? That all she has? That's not going to-"
Squeals of pleasure rang out from the crowd, followed by loud thuds as Winter's admirers fainted from the sexiness.
The brawler's eyelid twitched. "...what."
"The less you show, the more you leave to the imagination." Ren reminded her. "Sometimes, less really is more."
Yang stared at Winter, who was simply calmly smiling, completely oblivious to her appeal to everyone.
"Grr..." The brawler clenched her fist. "...I'll be sexier than her!"
Winter smiled at the audience, twirling her parasol casually, as if she had no idea where she was or what her audience was doing- although the latter was a fair assumption, given that it was Winter.
"Thank you all for your patronage." With that, she walked off, squeeing following her every step.
"Next up, Blake Belladonna!"
"...at least Blake will beat her!" Yang declared. "I know my Blakey will!"
"Somehow, I doubt that." Weiss muttered quietly. "...somehow."
"U-Um..." Blake stumbled onto stage, stuttering and crossing her arms over her chest. "...I...err..."
Ren's eyes widened. "Good Dust. You turned the manliness maniac into a stuttering mess. I'm impressed and a little squicked out."
Yang grinned. "Exactly according to plan."
Very simply, Blake's attire consisted of belts and leather armor pieces exposing much of her lithe, fit figure and her skin, complete with a coiled whip around her hip. Somewhat uncharacteristically of her, she was blushing, ashamed by her incredibly indecent clothing.
"...u-um...p-please...s-stop staring..." Blake stuttered. "T-this is...embarrassing..."
"She's going to love the swimsuit portion." Yang chuckled, grinning. "...ohohoho..."
"I-I'm going to g-get off now..." Blake shuffled off, trying to hide her exposed body as much as possible.
"Alright." Roman sighed. "Cool yourselves, take cold showers and so on.
Next up, Jaune Arc!"
Jaune sighed, closing his eyes. "Wish me luck."
"...good luck." Ren patted him on the back, as he sighed and walked out onto the stage, shutting his eyes tightly.
'...I'm screwed.'
"OH MY DUST"
"JAUUUUUNE-KUN, LOOK AT ME"
"LOVE MEEEEE"
Suddenly, a group of Jaune admirers, wearing brooches with his face on it and bearing banners with his face on it rushed the stage, squealing his name at the top of their voices. Jaune instinctively reached for Crocea Mors' scabbard to turn it into a shield, only to remember he didn't wear it in this uniform.
"Oh cra-"
"Not on my watch." Faust stood up from her seat before Glynda and Cinder could move, adjusting her glasses and raising her finger. She opened her mouth to speak.
Later, Jaune would recount, he never actually heard what Faust said. All he saw was her mouth moving quite rapidly, speaking in a language that he had never heard before. He should've heard sound, but he did not; almost as if his mind had instinctively phased out what she'd said.
Whatever the case, several circles of vile runes appeared on the ground, creating bars of purple light between the stage and the fans and blowing them back from the stage, preserving Jaune's decency.
The knight looked on in amazement, not understanding fully what had happened.
He'd heard rumours of Faust using magic in lieu of Dust or Semblances, but he'd never seen it really done, not for his own eyes.
He'd seen it today.
Faust adjusted her glasses again and resumed her seat, the crowd placated.
Cinder blinked. "I guess...that'll do?"
"As I expected." The sorceress fixed her collar. "My precautions worked perfectly."
Jaune ran off into the backstage, silently thanking Faust for her skill in magic.
"Aaaaalright. Next up, Weiss Schnee." Roman called out as enthusiastically as he could muster. "Please, ladies and gents, try not to mob the stage this time, okay?"
Jaune's spirits sank as he saw Weiss stomp out. He had realised something.
'This is only the dress portion.
I am so screwed when we get to the swimsuit portion.'
To be continued...
A/N: Looks like we may have to get this to a three-parter, much to my surprise. Also, sorry about the late upload; real life hasn't been nice to me of late and I haven't been able to keep up due to wanting to sleep all the time because my days are exhausting as all hell. I'll try my best, though.
So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, comments, suggestions, thoughts, criticisms and reviews, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!