It immediately goes wrong

The moment the DJ’s announcement echoed through the hall, Ruby and Blake exchanged a breathless glance, their fingers tightening around each other’s hands. The air between them crackled with anticipation—and something else, something electric. Then, without warning, their heels left the floor.

A startled gasp escaped Ruby’s lips as she felt the familiar, weightless tug of gravity surrendering its hold. Blake’s grip on her wrist tightened instinctively as they hovered inches above the dance floor, their short skirts fluttering dangerously.

A second later, twin shrieks rang out as Weiss and Yang were yanked upward too, their dresses riding up their thighs as they floated beside their partners.

The moment their feet left the ground, Ruby's silver eyes went wide with panic as the crowd's murmurs turned to gasps. The DJ's music scratched to a halt mid-beat, the sudden silence making Blake's ears twitch beneath her bow. Their skirts billowed upward in the weightless air, exposing far more than either girl had intended—and far sooner than 8 o'clock.

Weiss's furious shriek cut through the stunned silence. "Yang Xiao Long, you absolute—!" Yang's laughter rang out, bright and unrepentant, as she floated upside-down beside them, her own dress obeying gravity’s absence with shameless enthusiasm. "Relax, Ice Queen! It's just a little—"

Her words died in her throat as Ruby let out a tiny, strangled noise. The entire team's heads swiveled toward the ballroom entrance, where the polished tip of Ozpin's cane clicked against marble floors in perfect rhythm with his approach. His expression was unreadable behind those gleaming spectacles, but the faintest upward quirk of his lips betrayed him. Weiss's face burned crimson.

The moment Ozpin's voice cut through the stunned silence, all four girls froze mid-float, their bare skin prickling with dread. "Miss Rose, Miss Schnee," he said, his tone deceptively calm as his cane tapped against the marble, "I believe we've received some... interesting reports about your extracurricular activities."

Ruby squeaked as her dress fluttered higher, her hands darting down in a futile attempt to preserve modesty. Weiss's lips parted in horror, her mind racing through every possible excuse—none of which explained why she was currently upside-down, her thighs on full display.

Ozpin's gaze slid past Ruby and Weiss, landing on Yang and Blake with knowing amusement. "And Miss Xiao Long, Miss Belladonna—I trust you're enjoying your role as... motivational coaches for this evening's festivities?" His cane tapped once, punctuating the question as Yang's grin turned sheepish.

Blake's ears flattened beneath her bow, her golden eyes darting to the ceiling as if it might offer escape. Yang, still floating upside-down, crossed her arms—then yelped when her dress pooled around her waist. "Uh, yeah, about that—"

Ruby whimpered as her skirt finally surrendered to gravity’s absence, the fabric floating up around her hips.

Ozpin sighed, adjusting his glasses with one hand while his cane tapped a slow, deliberate rhythm against the floor. "I believe some proper discipline is in order," he mused, his voice carrying effortlessly across the silent ballroom.

Before Ruby could squeak out another protest, a rustling filled the air—students reaching into pockets, sleeves, and even under tables. Then, with horrifying synchronicity, the entire crowd raised their hands, each gripping a squishy, overripe tomato, a bruised apple, or in some unfortunate cases, a slimy head of cabbage.

Weiss's eyes widened. "NO—!" Weiss's scream tore through the air, raw and ****, just as the first tomato exploded against her thigh with a wet splat. The impact sent her spinning midair, her pale skin streaked with pulpy red.

Ruby yelped as a cabbage smacked against her stomach, leaves bursting apart in a shower of green. She flailed, her dress fluttering wildly around her waist, but gravity’s absence left her helpless—nothing to push against, no way to dodge. Another tomato grazed her shoulder, the juice trickling down her bare skin in sticky rivulets.

Blake twisted, ears flattened against her skull as a rotten apple glanced off her hip.

The girls and their dresses were being hit and ruined by numerous rotten fruit and veg, Weiss started crying as she didn't know how she'll explain this to her family before a perfectly-aimed tomato splattered across Weiss’s face with a sickening splat.

The acidic juice stinging her eyes as seeds clung to her lashes. Her choked sob cut through the chaos, her voice trembling with mortification. "F-Father will kill me—" Another projectile—this time a mushy peach—slammed into her collarbone, the flesh bursting apart in a sticky, golden mess that dripped down her chest.

Ruby twisted midair, her breath coming in panicked gasps as a rotten melon grazed her thigh, leaving a trail of putrid-smelling slime. That was when she noticed cardin aim a rotten cabbage between her legs and made her scream in horror.

Ruby’s scream tore through the ballroom as Cardin’s rotten cabbage hurtled toward her—a putrid, dripping missile aimed with cruel precision. Time seemed to slow as it spun end over end, trailing strands of decayed leaves, the stench hitting her before impact. Her thighs clenched instinctively, but gravity’s absence left her helpless, her dress billowing uselessly around her waist. The cabbage struck with a wet thwack, bursting apart in a vile explosion of slime and fibrous pulp that splattered across her most **** flesh.

Weiss’s head snapped toward the sound, her own humiliation forgotten as she watched Ruby’s face contort in revulsion.

That was when Weiss felt a similar feeling between her legs to as she looked down to see a particularly proud faunus guy, letting her know that it was him that did that.

Weiss’s stomach lurched as she followed the faunus boy’s smug gaze downward—only to see the glistening remains of a rotten melon sliding slowly, obscenely, down the inside of her thigh. His fox-like ears twitched with pride, his grin widening as he gave her a mocking salute with another dripping fruit already in hand.

A hot, humiliated whimper escaped her lips just as the second melon left his fingers—this one overripe, sagging in midair before bursting against her stomach in a sickening splat.

After some time; the final rotten peach was thrown and had slid down Weiss’s spine with a slow, degrading ooze before plopping to the floor. The ballroom fell into a hush so complete that the only sounds were the occasional drip of pulpy juice from suspended limbs and the ragged breathing of four mortified huntresses-in-training.

Ruby trembled, her thighs sticky with cabbage slime, her fingers twitching as she resisted the urge to wipe at the mess smeared across her belly—only to freeze when a single, fat tomato seed detached from her collarbone and floated lazily past her nose.

As soon as the final tomato seed drifted past Ruby’s nose, Ozpin’s cane struck the floor with a sharp crack—gravity returning to normal with merciless suddenness.

Weiss shrieked as her bare thighs slapped against cold marble, her legs buckling under the abrupt weight. Pulpy streaks of fruit painted her skin in grotesque patterns as she collapsed to her knees, her dress—now obeying gravity—flopping wetly against her ruined stockings.

Yang hit the ground with a grunt, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest as a chunk of rotten melon slid from her collarbone and splattered between her feet.

Ozpin’s cane tapped once more, the sound like a judge’s gavel sealing their fate. His glasses glinted as he stepped closer, the remnants of pulped fruit still dripping from Weiss’s trembling knees.

"Miss Schnee," he began, his voice smooth as the ice dust she wielded, "your punishment will be… precise." A flick of his wrist, and the shattered remains of a tomato lifted from the floor, swirling in the air before reforming into a perfect, unblemished fruit. It hovered before her horrified gaze. "You will wear this—everywhere—for a week. Class. Training. Even," his lips twitched, "your nightly skincare routine."

Weiss’s scream of protest—raw and ****—cut through the lingering stench of rotten fruit. Her hands flew up instinctively, smearing pulpy streaks across her collarbone as she shook her head. "N-no, Professor, you can’t—!"

Ozpin didn’t blink. The reconstructed tomato spun lazily between them, its glossy surface reflecting the horrified dilation of her pupils. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he turned toward Ruby. Whilst Weiss prepared for the worst week of her life.

Ruby flinched as his gaze landed on her, her body still tacky with cabbage residue. A single wilted leaf clung to her inner thigh, trembling with each ragged breath. Ruby's breath hitched as Ozpin's cane tilted toward her, the motion slow and deliberate. The cabbage leaf on her thigh finally detached, drifting downward in a pathetic spiral before sticking to the floor with a wet plip.

"Miss Rose," Ozpin murmured, his voice carrying the weight of a man who had seen far too many wayward students—and far too many excuses. "I am disappointed." His gaze flickered briefly toward Yang, who stiffened under the unspoken accusation. "But not surprised."

A ripple of murmurs spread through the ballroom as the hovering tomato drifted closer to Weiss, its perfect, mocking sheen reflecting the flickering overhead lights.

Ozpin's cane tapped once more—a sound like a guillotine's release. His gaze locked onto Ruby as the hovering tomato pressed flush against Weiss's collarbone with a wet squelch, adhering like cursed adhesive. "Since your sister so clearly delights in your nudity," he said, his voice cutting through Yang's sharp inhale, "you will honor that preference. For the remainder of your tenure at Beacon, Miss Rose, you will attend all classes, meals, and public spaces exactly as you are now."

Ruby's lips parted—no sound emerged. The cabbage stench clung to her bare skin as her hands twitched, torn between covering herself and clawing at the humiliation burning her cheeks. "No, wait-!" "My decision is final, miss Xiao Long!" Ozpin interrupted as he let her know this wasn't up to debate. "Let this be a punishment for you as well, Miss Xiao Long, since I'll be alerting your and Miss Rose's father about the actions that took place to lead to this." This caused Yang to look down without pride this time as Ruby began to cry in humiliation and despair.

Then Ozpin turned to Blake, who began to shake in fear. "Miss Belladonna, since you clearly enjoy reading so much; you can then say goodbye to that and any other reading matierial, excluding your work books and homework, for the next month." This caused Blake to let out the loudest scream yet, making everyone there feel like Ozpin had just told her that she just lost her right to live.

"You're punishments will begin next week. Until then; enjoy the dance." That was when the clock on Blake’s scroll ringed 8:00, the moment their plan was supposed to begin, as Ozpin then walked away. "You'll definitely need all the happy moments you can get after tonight is over."