RWBY IN WTF
Part 2
"…Traitor."
"Oh my Lucifer, Yang. Just let it go."
"You fu–! Er," Yang gave a sidelong glance to the corridor where her sister and a VIP had disappeared to about ten minutes ago. She narrowed her eyes back at the Hellcat. "You slept with the hottest, most desirable Hellhound and that goth bitch! What about us, Blakey?"
"You made it clear that we aren't a couple, Yang. And I couldn't exactly turn it down." Blake huffed. She chewed on her lip as her tail flicked about. There were a few rules that came up from the (Blake assumed, anyway) soon-to-be Missus Uzumaki after that long, hard night of revelations. One of the rules was that specifics of what happened and why were to be kept quiet.
Loona didn't want just any horny bitch thinking they could make a pass at her Hound and walk away unscathed. Which totally made sense. If Blake was dating someone as prolific and open to kinks as Mr. Uzumaki – "You could just call me Naruto, Blake. I'm not big on formalities," he'd offered, totally oblivious to the look his girlfriend was giving to the Hellcat from over his shoulder. Yeah, Blake wasn't stupid and she didn't want to lose the supposed right to a regular good source of dicking she just earned – she wouldn't want to let anyone else have at him either. Especially not after he offered up a role switch and the she-hound got out a double-ended strap on for Blake to use...she shook herself out of the memory.
"I'm not obligated to tell you anything, Yang."
"Oh come on! Be a sister from another mister–!" Yang's scowling protest was interrupted by the sounds of footpads racing across the tile flooring.
"Miss Blake! Miss Blake!" A little lavender puppy ran in and grabbed her fingers on one hand. "Miss Ruby is stuck in the ceiling!"
"Of course she is. I'll be there in a second." Blake sighed and stood up. She glared at Yang, who was giving the pup a weird look. "Hey, stop that!"
"I didn't do anything!"
"Stop glaring at her."
"I'm not–!"
Blake hissed and then followed the Puppy. They rounded a corner and muffled whines tickled her ears. The Hellcat looked up and stared, unashamedly.
Yep, Ruby was good and stuck up in the ceiling. Head first and scrabbling to pry herself free.
"How did she–?"
"I didn't mean to! I just wanted to make the ball float!" The puppy whimpered, and sure enough there was a dead Chase ball that Ruby snatched from a Pup Park years ago rocking on the ground beneath the red she-hound. Along with several purple runes that didn't look like any sort of Hellscript Blake had ever seen before. "Don't tell daddy or momma."
"…I won't, Himawari. C'mon, let's go find Weiss." And a camera, Blake never wanted to let Ruby live this down.
AN: There partial continuation and a glimpse of future developments in canon