The Great Toilet Battle

Ruby frantically paced back and forth in front of the stall. Wet splashes accompanied her every step. The overflowing toilet had already coated most of the floor with water, and Ruby didn’t know what she was supposed to do to stop it. Whenever they had a problem with the toilet at home, her dad or Uncle Qrow would fix it, so she never bothered to learn how to do it herself, assuming she would always have someone else there to fix it for her. Now she didn’t.

_I… could always ask Jaune… _The idea stopped Ruby in her tracks. He was awake and had been in the hallway just moments ago… Her eyes flickered downward, spotting her bare thighs and cartoony panties. Her face burned red again, and she violently shook her head trying to rid herself of the thought, the moment she just had with him in the hallway replaying in her head. There was no way she was asking Jaune for help. She wasn’t going to let him see her like this again. Once was more than enough for this lifetime, and she didn’t even know how she could face him after that. No, she would just have to handle this herself! Somehow. After all, she was Ruby, leader of team RWBY. She wouldn’t let herself lose to a toilet.

Ruby cautioned a glance at said toilet, still erupting like a geyser, and groaned. Why won’t it just stop? She whined in her head, until she caught sight of the handle, still in the downward position. That was right. It had gotten stuck when she was trying to flush the pictures. That must be why it’s still going, Ruby thought. _Which means if I can lift it up, the water will stop. _Of course, that did nothing about all the water already over the floor or the absolutely filled toilet, but it would be progress. The only problem was, she already tried to lift it right when it got stuck and she couldn’t. So how was she supposed to lift it?

It only took a moment for Ruby to come up with an idea. She sent a swift kick at the handle with all the **** she could muster. It popped back up into its resting position, and Ruby couldn’t help her excitement, literally jumping for joy. Who needs help? Not me, she thought beaming.

Her excitement was short lived, however. As she landed, her feet came into contact with the ocean on the floor and she slipped, tumbling backwards, her excitement dashed. As she hit the floor, she heard an audible splash and laid there for a moment just accepting it. Until she felt the water seeping into the back of her tank-top and panties. She rushed to her feet as carefully as she could, but it was too late. She already felt her clothes sticking to her backside like a second skin. They were soaked. Ruby sighed, drooping her shoulders and feeling the straps of her camisole slide over her shoulders and down her arms. The front of her top started to droop with them. It didn’t go unnoticed. She swiftly adjusted her posture and fixed the straps before she could flash any more of herself to the empty bathroom. Then she made quick work of peeling her wet clothes from her skin, pulling on the back of her top and hooking her fingers through the leg holes of her panties and tugging outward, letting go when she didn’t feel them sticking to her anymore.

With that done, Ruby let out a content sigh, casting a glance once more at the toilet, still full as ever but no longer erupting. She would have to call this one a draw, she figured. She had managed to stop it, but she didn’t know how to get it to go down nor did she have anything to make it go down. At least all the pictures are gone. She turned around, taking a step out of the stall. Her foot connected with a soaked ball of paper. All but one. She bent over and picked it up. Her first instinct was to throw it into a different toilet and flush it away forever but considering what just happened, she didn’t want to press her luck. Instead, she would throw this one in the trash. It should be fine there, after all, right?

As she approached the trashcan, her panties began to droop downwards, ever so slowly without her even noticing. When Ruby had peeled them from her butt, she didn’t know what she was doing. Ruby was vaguely aware that none of her panties actually fit her. Before coming to Beacon, she bought all new pairs of undies, but she grabbed the wrong sizes (not that she would admit it), so all of her underwear fit her a little loosely. And Ruby didn’t really care. In fact, she had grown used to it and liked that they were kind of big for her. She didn’t really like tight clothes, and she never had to worry about them giving her a wedgie. They’d usually hung just slightly off her hips and weren’t a problem. But now that her panties were wet, they had gone slightly transparent in the back and had a little more weight to them, and without being able to cling to her butt, they weren’t going to be able to stay up forever. By the time she made it to the trashcan, the top of her butt and even hints of her crack started coming into view.