Ren and Pyrrha fuck because Yang told them too

They say that the heart's true feelings are revealed under alcohol, that when we're under the influence our heart's true feelings come out of their shell. 'They' being Brock Turner, of course. No, alcohol, nine times out of ten, will make us do things we regret. Things that will haunt us late at night. Terrible, terrible things.

"Uh... hey, Yang?" Ruby Rose was one of the few individuals unaware of this, however. She was an innocent soul, her mind as white and pure as Weiss's thigh gap.

"Yes, my darling little sister?" Yang Xiao Long was aware of all of these things. Innocence was a concept she never truly grasped, but she was not corrupted by sin, just slightly tainted by it. She wasn't evil per se, although calling her a good person might be a bit of a stretch.

"What are you doing to the punch?"

"I'm uh... taste testing it?"

"Oh. Okay!" Ruby then ran off, her short attention span prohibiting her from realizing that her sister was clearly pouring a variety of liquids into the punch bowl. Yang looked back at her sister doing her cute little run. Adorable.

But she had no time for that now. She needed to spike the punch before anyone caught her. Why else would she have  agreed to plan this dance? She wanted one thing, and one thing only. She wanted some fun. More importantly, she wanted the school to have fun. That was her defense, of course. In reality she was just kind of selfish.
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Lie Ren hated dancing. He really, really hated dancing. He was very good at it, of course. He was always graceful, always elegant. He was a very pretty man. But just because you are good at something doesn't mean you don't hate it. And this particular dance was one of the worst ones he had ever participated in. He should have stopped, really, but something was preventing him. Something gross and icky, like bad writing. Whatever it was, it made him feel sick.

Being incredibly embarrassed makes you very thirsty, so after his 'performance,' Ren found himself at the punch bowl. It was mostly abandoned, probably because most of the party was throwing up after seeing Jaune in a dress. Yang and Pyrrha were just as parched as he was, although Yang was a different kind of parched.

"Yeah, Pyrrha girl, let me tell you. This is the best punch I've eveeerr had. Let me tell you, it's like rainbows and butterflies and... some other third thing." Yang was slurring her speech. Lie found this suspicious, but Pyrrha did not. This is not because Pyrrha's mind was white and pure. This was because Pyrrha had received numerous concussions throughout her entire combat career and was no longer the brightest.

"Yang, are you feeling okay?"

"I've never been better, Renny-pie. Here, have some punch." Ren weighed the pros and cons of the situation. On one hand, Yang was very clearly incredibly intoxicated. On the other hand, even Yang was not brash enough to spike the punch, not when the punishment for doing so would be so drastic and terrible even Lie could not fathom it. She must have simply snuck in her own alcohol, either stolen from the nightclub she constantly blew up or some other third party.

Ren was only partly correct. Yang, was in fact, incredibly intoxicated, yes, and she was not drunk from the punch, but instead her own stolen supply. But she was brash enough to spike the punch and damn the consequences. She just knew not to get high off of her own supply. You see, Yang had not spiked the punch with any sort of alcohol, but a mixture of a variety of street drugs, including something her favorite dealer, Gob, liked to call a forget-me-now. Normally, the stuff would just knock you out, but instead it would make everyone 'craaazzzzyyy and hooornnny and craaazzzy again'. His words, not hers.

So, Ren, after careful consideration, grabbed the cup and started drinking. He, was of course, incredibly thirsty, and Ruby always put her mouth on the water fountains. He looked at Pyrrha, who had also taken Yang's advice and was currently on her third cup of punch.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to it. I gots Yang things to do." If Ren's hearing was just a little bit better, he would have heard her say something else as she walked away. "I wonder if they'll end up fucking." She figured she would check back on them later. She really wanted to see what Pyrrha looked liked naked. 'Perfect girl,' Yang's slightly above average ass.

So as Yang went off to have the tenth craziest night of her life, Ren and Pyrrha had a nice little chat as they drank their punch. The effects were not instant, of course, Yang needed to make sure mostly everybody was drugged beforehand, so no one remembered anyone else acting "funny." That would put a whole wrench in her plans to make beacon more fun.

Over the twenty minutes Ren talked with Pyrrha, he started feeling a little woozy. He wondered if Yang really had done something to the punch, and considered going after he, but then he got a look at Pyrrha's clavicle. Now, she wasn't his type, but daamn that clavicle. It was everything Ren had ever wanted in a clavicle. Then he suddenly steeled his resolve to look down a little bit further. She had very nice breasts, he supposed. He'd seen bigger. But he wanted them all the same, and then suddenly Ren blacked out.

When Ren awoke, he found himself probing Pyrrha's vagina with three of his fingers with ninja like precision. Ren could tie a knot in a cherry stem with two fingers, so he had more than enough dexterity to handle a cunt. He also knew more ways to pleasure a clitoris than ways he knew how to dance, and he knew how to dance many, many different ways. His fingers were like that of the gods.

He swapped his left hand with his right as he considered how exactly he had gotten in the position he was in. Licking his index finger clean of Pyrrha's juices, he remembered talking with her. He also thought back on the punch, and Yang. Mmm... Yang. She had beautiful eyes, although her clavicle wasn't the greatest. She also had a slightly above average ass and her rack was god-like. Ren also remembered a rumor he heard about Pyrrha's, as they were apparently not quite as firm but slightly bigger. He would verify that rumor himself.

Removing his other hand from her vagina, Ren dropped himself on Pyrrha's body. She was a big girl. She could take his weight. He then shoved his head into her breasts, and licked them a little bit. If Pyrrha had felt any pain from this, she was not showing it. She was far too aroused to feel pain. She was just about to cum for the tenth time, in fact. Drugs were crazy stuff.

Ren realized that, despite Pyrrha having the time of his life, he had not ejaculated once. He would have to fix that. He jumped to take off his pants, and then nonchalantly inserted himself into her. She came for the tenth time. Sweat and cum made the perfect lubricants, and Ren was quickly going at it like a pro.

Even though he was currently going through the second most arousing experience of his entire life, his ninja senses were too strong to be dulled. He looked around for the first time, and if Ren could be shocked he would have been. Almost the entire party was fucking in the middle of the dance floor. Almost every single one of them had the same 'fuck me eyes'. Even Jaune, although he didn't actually seem to be enjoying his... experience. Weiss was kinky. Not the hot kind of kinky, either. Just the weird kind.

Glancing over to his left, he saw one of the Haven kids, performing a very rought sex act on Yang. Yang, the ringleader, and the only one that appeared not to be drugged. Just drunk. He would make his way over to her, at some point, and figure out what exactly what she had done. He would force her to explain it to him. While they were fucking, of course. He could multitask.

Ren would never get his chance to make his way over to her, however, as Pyrrha began screaming very loudly. "Jaune! Yes! Give it to me, Jaune! Take me! Give me everything you got!" Now, the real Jaune's head was too deep into Weiss's cunt to actually hear her, and even then he was probably too terrified to care. Ren was almost terrified of Pyrrha's outburst, of her screams and her moans. Almost. He figured that he would never actually make it over to Yang, not with the way things were going, so he was focusing on the fuck he had now. But Yang still lingered on his mind. He had to stop her. He had to stop Yang. Lie Ren blacked out again.

Slowly, and steadily, the same thing happened to everyone else. They stopped working. Except for Yang. She was very disappointed, because Mercury was just giving her the best ear biting of her life, but she supposed that's what she got. Phooey. And now she had to clean up.

And so, Yang went about cleaning up. She manually drugged anyone who missed her little fun, (including her sister. Pure as Weiss's thigh gap, remember?) and cleaned up every single person. She even tucked them into bed. How did she accomplish this in eight hours? A solid work ethic and a good diet.

Ren woke up the next morning covered in his own cum. Now, Yang might have been a very good custodian, but she was still drunk, and she missed quite a few spots. He was not a stranger to nightly ejaculations, (far from  it) but he was still confused. He didn't remember anything about his dream. Well, almost.
He had a name still lingering on his mind. Yang.

~fin