Club Beacon (Potter and Poppy)

t was an unassming building of course, nothing to set it apart from it's neighbors, no bouncer outside, no hint of the music that seethed within it's walls.

If you hadn't known this was the place, you must admit, you would never have guessed it.

Some say there's a secret tunnel to get in, some say there are any number of ways in, and since you don't think you've ever seen anyone going in or out, you're pretty sure there must be at least a few alternate routes, but this is the place. At least, you hope...

Any doubt is banished once you step inside. You have no idea how they muffle the noise or what they use to hide the students that come in and out, but the minute you open the outer door you can hear the heartbeat thumping of the drums faintly. The dark-lit hallway inside is short, with a handful of changing rooms on either side, no genders marked on the doors, just a hand-lettered sign that simply reads 'No Sex inside', and beneath that in smaller letters '(That's what the booths and bathrooms are for)'. You'd swear the handwriting is familiar, but the signature simply reads, 'Management', and with that alone it's pretty easy to know that you won't be finding out who wrote it any time soon. The people who run the club are notoriously secretive after all...

After the Changing rooms, the second door, and once you open it, the beat strikes you like a physical blow as you step into the club. The lower floor is massive, dimly lit booths surrounding a colorlit dance floor on either side, a DJ's booth opposite the door you entered through where some girl in a mask is spinning records when she isn't stepping back and forth, shaking her bared breasts for anyone who wants a look to see. The booths have curtains, presumably for those who want (a little) more privacy for some fun, though you can see at least a half dozen couples who haven't even bothered, and a dozen more groupings of people on the dance floor doing anything from making out while swaying to the beat to full-on fucking while the music and the dancers move around them.

There's an upper ring too, accessible by stairs to lead to several tables, and a bar, perched directly over top of the DJ's booth. You can't see as easily up there, but you don't need to see over the edge to spot at least two more couples in the throes of passion. Now that you look again, you definitely recognize a handful of the faces in the crowd! Or at least... You think you do... Where some are unmistakeable, others aren't so certain, and besides, even if you did really know them, the whole saying was 'what happens at Club Beacon, stays at Club Beacon' for a reason.

In any case, you're definitely in the right place...

Mike walked slowly though the club, bobbing his head to the beat of the music as he took in all the carnal pleasure people were enjoying in the club tonight. He was a tall young man, about 6'3. He was tanned, with crew cut brown hair and square rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was in shape, as all hunters had to be, and his muscles showed through red polo shirt he was wearing. His attire was fairly simple, just the shirt, pants and shoes. Nothing to fancy...after all, he guessed he would ended up losing most of his wardrobe before the end of the night.

His weapon hung from his hip, a single action army revolver that could shift into a longsword at his bidding. Making him a perfect close to mid-ranged fighter. He walked up to the bar and ordered himself a glasses of the finest bourbon they had. He was a liquor type of guy, and bourbon was the finest liquor around.

He took a drink of his bourbon on the rocks and lit up a cigar as he watched the people indulged in their desires. His face didn't betray any emotion, in fact, he was quite stoic at the moment. It was a facade though, one he wore well. Behind it, was the beast, waiting to ravish the women he desired tonight. His eyes scanned the floor, as he drank and smoke, looking for any girls that might suit him for this evening. He didn't mind if it took awhile, after all...the music and drinks were good, and he enjoyed watching people...especially with some of the things they were doing on the dance floor.

One might think the more debauched acts would happen out of sight, half-concealed behind the curtains of the booths perhaps, or more likely tucked away in one of the bathrooms whose gender signage had been scratched out long ago. (While the management could obviously afford repairs if they so chose, it suited the atmosphere, and the signs had never been fixed.) But as Mike watched the floor with interest he began to realize first that while the curtains enclosing the booths might shield some sight the silhouettes within left no doubt in the mind as to what was going on and in what position it was happening and second that while whatever was almost certainly going on in one or both of the bathrooms might be more depraved on some level, it was unlikely to hold much of a candle to what was happening in front of him on the dance floor.

The people on the dance floor were either bold and uncaring, exhibitionists, or wanted more than one man at a time, to say nothing of those that were some combination of those three simultaneously, and whichever category (or categories) they happened to fall into, all of the dancers were making an effort to show off and draw the eye, to gather the attention they craved. Given the numbers it effectively became a competition, and Mike could pick out the top contenders fairly easily.

One was a brunette faunus with rabbit ears who mike recognized as an upperclassman, though he couldn't recall her name off the top of his head. A leather vest lay open to bear her breasts and if she'd been wearing a skirt it was no longer around her hips, though fishnet stockings still graced her legs. It was pretty clear that she was the third sort, as she was practically dead to the world around her, drawing most of the attention she did through the sheer enthusiasm with which she was tackling four cocks at once, pulling two close together to let her tongue flick over one then the other and then back again in rapid succession while the other two pumped in and out of her simultaneously from below, fucking her pussy and asshole with powerful strokes.

Another was a girl Mike didn't recognize at all until he caught sight of a scar and realized just why she was drawing as much attention as she was. A petite little girl getting fucked in the ass wasn't much special given the debauchery surrounding him, unless of course that petite little girl was Weiss Schnee and the one fucking her must have been some sort of horse Faunus judging by the size he was sliding in and out of her. Credit where credit was due, she was taking the massive length to the hilt without so much as a hint of discomfort despite it's size, moaning like a whore as she was pounded from behind, but still...

While Mike strolled through the debauchery, a loud noise coming from one of the booths would catch his attention. There was a couple going at it furiously, drawing the attentions of the Club. Many onlookers were cheering on the duo, the premier member of team JNPR. Nora and Ren were the pair on display, and looking like they were having the time of their life. The curtains were wide open, as they wanted to be seen.

Ren had Nora on the table, which was already slick with a mixture of lube, cum and piss. She was completely naked, done up shibari style, with ropes in her signature pink color. Her hands were bound, on her hands and knees, but there was a spreader bar attached to her ankles to keep her open. In order to help keep her up, a rope had been attached to her mid back, going up to the ceiling above, to keep her up if she grew too tired.

The Asian man was currently whipping his partner with a riding crop, red marks marring her bottom’s soft skin. Multiple egg vibrators were supplying her with ample stimulation, taped to her nipples and clit. Even more were shoved into her asshole and her vagina, the controls all tucked into the ropes on her thighs. If someone had to try to count them, they would find that there were over 20 egg vibrators used in all. They were all turned on high, in order to provide the masochist with as much pleasure as possible.

In addition to the vibrators, there were two huge dildos in her used cunt, being kept in place with ropes. They buzzed furiously, joining in harmony with the oversized dildo in her ass. Ren currently had Nora sucking on another vibrator big enough to choke her, planning to add that one into her ass as well. The final touch to add to her degradation was that she had nose hooks to pull her nose into a shape that resembled a piggy.

Nora loved having her entire body assaulted by the love of her life, and her fellow team JNPR member was more than willing to show her off like she craved. No one else in Club Beacon was allowed to touch her other than himself, but he was willing to give shows of his lovely little slave along with demonstrations for various sex toys. They had assembled quite a crowd, some members fucking a warm hole from a random girl or even pumping their own cocks while enjoying the display. The couple tended to be in Club Beacon every night, typically from opening to closing.

On another table, there was a faunus girl tied down and restrained. It appeared that she didn’t want to be in her current situation, but had no choice. She had dog ears that were flattened against her head in fear. It was quickly obvious why she would be in such a state. Another faunus student, Blake, was forcing her to endure multiple ownership piercings. The restrained faunus already had both nipples pierced, thin streams of blood running down her body.

Blake was currently in the process of piercing her clit, pinching it between two fingers and causing the small girl to sob in agony. But that wouldn’t be the end of her torture for that evening. Blake was going to continue giving her hoop piercings on each side of her pussy lips. And from there, she would lace it up, her cunt unable to be used by anyone but herself or those who she deemed worthy.

“Hey there….you still looking for fun?” A voice would take Mike away from observing the club, and to the girl in front of him. It was no other than the blonde bombshell, Yang Xiao Long. She was dressed much differently than her typical outfit, wearing a thin yellow string bikini. The bottoms tied at her hips, and were made from the same thin material, but happened to be a thong in the back. She wore yellow finger-less arm warmers as well, and yellow high heels. The fighter seemed to be right at home in the setting, holding a collar.

Attached to the collar was the typically hyper Ruby Rose, her silver eyes looking hazy. It was obvious that she was in an altered state of mind, panting like a bitch in heat. Yang had slipped her drugs, wanting her to be nice and relaxed for the evening’s festivities. She had a heavy, red leather collar around her neck and was completely naked. Not a single stitch of clothing was on the girl who wielded Crescent Rose. Her nipples were pierced as well, and it was hard to tell the state of her cunt from her current position.

She had a heavy, red leather collar around her neck and was completely naked. Attached was a small black sharpie, for a specific purpose. There were tally marks all over her body, markings that showed how many times she had been fucked that evening. Cum was leaking from her used pussy, but her asshole had been untouched so far that particular evening. Once Yang had stopped to talk to Mike, she got into a squatting position, hands posed to look like paws, more cum falling out of her pussy as she continued to pant.

“You look like you’re in need of fun….lucky for you, it’s my sister’s birthday!” Yang winked. “She really wants every guy at the club to fuck her, and blow inside of her. You see, her deepest, darkest desire is to have a kid but be too much of a slut to know exactly who the father is.” She giggled, slapping Ruby’s tits, “After all, that’s basically what her mom did. And you know what they say, like mother like daughter.”

“Yep! I wanna get fucked like a whore!” Ruby agreed, very into the idea. If she would have had a tail, it would have been wagging.

“So, what do you say? Wanna be her 30th fuck of the night?” Yang offered. “And, as lucky number 30, you can fuck her in the ass too. It’ll be her first time of the night if you want a clean hole for your first fuck, and she’s real tight. Trained her myself to take big cocks like a pro.”

“I wanna fuckkkkkkk…” Ruby whined as she received a head pat from her sister. That wasn't enough to apease her however. She needed dick, and needed it right now.

“Not to mention, I’ve been too busy trying to fill her up with cum that I haven’t had a single dick in me all night.” The blonde licked her lips in a very enticing way. “I think it’s time to change that, don’t you agree?”

Mike had watched the show Ren and Nora had put on with an aroused amusement. His cock was now completely hard and erect in his trousers. He downed his bourbon, ready to find a girl or two to fuck, he needed to state his lust. He didn't even have to leave the bar before his got what he wanted.

The famous Yang approached him, dressed in very little. What could be called her outfit showed off her toned body and curves perfectly. Following along with her was Ruby, who looked liked she had already fucked most of the guys in the club. He expected that kind of thing from Yang, about whom he had heard many rumors. He didn't expect Ruby to be such a slut though. Mike gazed at both Yang and Ruby, licking his lips as his massive bulge was clearly visible in his pants.

"It's my lucky night indeed...the Rose Sisters....I'd love to fuck both of you. Looking at the state Ruby's in though, I'll definitely fuck her ass first." Mike looked down at Ruby and slapped her tits after Yang did. "Spread your ass open and before to be fucked in your ass like the whore you are!"

He then looked at Yang and patted his lap. "Come here, Yang....I'll give you some attention while your sister gets warmed up." He wrapped an arm around Yang's waist, pulling her down towards him. His massive bulged pressed against her cunt and thighs as he pressed his lips hungrily against her own, his tongue lashing at her lips and seeking to gain entry to her mouth as he wait for Ruby to respond to his command.

As Mike confirmed that he would be lucky number 30 for Ruby, the smile on her panting face spread even further. She happily dropped from her canine position, dropping to all fours. Doing so made a thick wad of cum drip out of her pussy, which still managed to appear tight and virginial. It splattered onto the floor, and Yang toyed with the idea of making her clean up her mess right then and there. But the blonde haired woman needed dick herself too much, to be able to completely focus on the birthday girl. Ruby reached back with both hands, pierced tits pressed against the sticky floor. With either hand on the outside of her cheeks, she spread herself willingly, revealing her tight, puckered hole.

“Can’t blame ya there...but that ass of hers is out of this world.” Yang giggled as she walked over to him, swaying her hips from side to side like it was an open invitation. She got onto his lap, facing him, rubbing her crotch against the bulge in his pants. As she grinded against him, Ruby moaned piteously on the ground, wanting to remind them that they were there.

“She’s the needy sort...shame you don’t have two dicks. But you’ve got a foot.” Yang spoke as she reached down to withdraw his cock from his pants. “Shove it in her cunt, grind it in her ass...let her know she’s beneath you while I have some fun with you.” The blonde haired woman wanted to see her sister fully shamed and humiliated. “I should have brought some sex toys along to shove her full with….she’s such an over dramatic bitch. Needs to be filled up all the time, ya know?” She cocked her head to the side as her lavender eyes took in the size of the cock that she brought out.

“Fuck yessss!” Yang had certainly hit the jackpot here, reaching down and tugging the thin fabric of her bikini to the side to reveal her plump lower lips. “C’mon and shove it in, fill me the fuck up!!!”