Blake gives out first

Yang wakes up to the glorious sound of Blake itching every part of her body in a vain attempt to make it stop.

slowly sitting up yang already has the pun ready. “what’s wrong Blake? Need a scratching poll?”

lying down in her bed. her arms are scratching every part of her body in some mad attempt to stop the infernal itching. “Not funny yang, my whole body is on fire! I can barely stand it!”

laughing on the inside yang can barely get out her suggestion. “Well, why not take off your kimono? maybe that will help. it's possible that the fabric is making your skin itch worse. it’s not something I haven’t seen before.”

weighing her options for all of a moment before the irritation wins out. “If you think it will help, take it off me, it’s so damn itchy I can barely move.”

with slow methodical movements, Yang gets up. she begins walking over to the sprawled out kitty with arms flayed out wildly. at her side, she begins unraveling the knot holding the kimono together. allowing her kimono to fall to her sides and letting Yang to quickly rip it out from under Blake surprising her.

"how did you even... you know what it's not important. thank you yang I don't know how you knew but taking it off helped a lot." she says while still unconsciously scratching the part of her booty still atop the bed

"sorry to say Blake but I think any fabric is causing you problems today you're still scratching you're but. maybe you're having an allergic reaction to the water? or maybe its true that cats hate water."

looking down Blake is saddened to see it's true. getting up to stop the irritation blake begins to pace as her perky c cup breasts bounce back and forth almost hypnotizing yang with their pale beauty and dark pink nipples. her bouncy, jiggly bellabooty is on full display pulling double duty to arouse yang further.

“Yang, Is that even possible?!” she angerly exclaims.

with a blase attitude, yang can only play dumb in hopes she plays into her hand. “No idea but it’s a special type of water, so maybe. How are you going to go on the mission if you can’t wear clothes?”

Blake’s face donned a horrified expression as it dawned on her that wearing clothes makes her skin so irritated that she can't move. but without clothes, she can still go on the mission. the very thought of walking through the village of hundreds to pick up supplies and eventually walking into the jungle bare as the day she was born fills her with dread. To her surprise, a small amount of arousal begins leaking out of her confusing and panicking her further."

beginning to panic Blake begins trying to think of any excuse possible not to go. "Goodwitch would never allow a student to be so indecent, it would destroy beacons reputation." she angerly plops herself down with a beautiful full body jiggle before immediately standing back up due to the irritation.

"she already said we're doing this no matter what, this village has been attacked too many times. Goodwitch said it herself before we left that through hell or high water we're clearing out that nest of grim. I guess in your case it's hell. The way I see it, Blake, it's only a problem if you make it one."

Getting even more frustrated Blake's quiet demeanor breaks and she loses it on yang. "yang what on Oum's green remnant are you talking about. I'll be naked, in front of hundreds of people and, I'll be going into battle without any armor on. don't you care for my health at all?!"

standing up to comfort Blake yang embraces her as softly as possible in hopes of not making it worse. in a soothing tone, she tries to calm her down. "of course I care about you Blake, please don't think otherwise. All I was trying to convey was that someone like you with the best ass on the planet, a rocken body and a face the gods would wish for, should have no problem strutting her stuff in front of some rubberneckers. you are a damn fine huntress that could slay hundreds of grim with your eyes closed. you don't need clothing to be the best you, you're so damn fine the clothing needs you to look good. We need you, Blake, you're our badass assassin and no one can replace you. Clothes or no clothes it looks like your coming regardless so I was trying to get you to own it rather than hide away. sorry if that came out wrong." yang was praying her pep talk worked or else her plan is already over. Not to say she didn't mean it, her words spoke the truth. It just so happened they were used to convince her smoking hot partner to streak.

"you know what yang, you're right. I am beautiful, there is no reason I should hide it. I'm convinced, I am going on this mission and I am going to save this village." standing proud in their room she declares this to the world.

"you know what' she says proudly "as proof watch this." running to the window in their room Blake opens the window with her chest for all to see and yells "YOU HEAR THAT WORLD! THE BLACK PANTHER OF RWBY IS COMING, YOU BETTER BE READY!!". whether people were there to witness the spectacle didn't matter. it was her resolve that really touched yang.

she thought "this is going way better than expected! I think I just created a monster, and I'm so ready to see what she does. maybe it's a bit more than expected but I think it's good she's so confident now. pat yourself on the back yang you did well. now all that's left is the other three, I hope they are more accepting because I don't think I can pull another speach out of my ass again.... maybe Blake's plump ass but not mine"