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Bodies pushed together at the club. The scent of overpriced booze, smoke, and sweat mixed and lingered. An arm brushed you here, a backside there. Everyone was having fun. Music was thumping and the light show? Stellar. Lasers and lights cut their way through the colored fog that permeates the floor. The crowd churned and rolled with excitement. Pressing together and drawing away as if it were a living thing. Sweat rolled down your back, the Club's poor AC doing it's best to keep up.

It was a long weekend. Rains finally broke the heatwave that had been sapping everyone's energy. Faced with cooler temperatures and several days of not having to work, it was no wonder people hit the clubs. More than that, they'd spilled out into the streets downtown. Time and location meant little for people ridding themselves of the stress of a long workweek.

As the crowd churns and parts, you step aside and take a breath. Your heart thumps and you feel giddy. A smile on your face as you approach the bar for a drink. Another patron meets your eyes. They smile and motion you over. It feels like electricity is churning up and down your spine. You take a deep breath as you approach. The fog about the club thicker now, cooling, refreshing. As you take a deeper breath you feel a surge. An impulse. Some voice whispering in your ear, telling you to just fuck them.

The music grows louder. A low thrum that makes your head pound, your pulse race, and your entire body throb. It gets harder to breath, you take a deeper breath and your head swims. Is it your imagination, or are you starting to hear moans? Some strange sensation surges up and down your body.

Someone brushes against you and it sets you off. Ever nerve burns and throbs, singing with pleasure that builds and feeds back on itself. You throw your head back to call out, a cry that's answered across the club. You can feel your senses start to leave you, yet become incredibly honed at the same time. Your focus narrows to that person you'd seen a moment before. Your head moves on its own and your gaze locks on them.

Then you feel it. That budding urge. A pull in your loins, a steady throb. Before you know it, you're at their stool. Lips pressing to theirs. Clothing rips, they fall back to the bar with a gasp. Surprised, but willing as they return the favor. Shredding your clothing, casting aside any vestiges of civility. Lips meet in a kiss, so hungry, bodies pressing against each other. Heat rising as noises rise from the club.

There's something in the air tonight. It's time to _ Fuck. _

So this is going to be a YCH story set in a club and the surrounding area. There's something going on. Someone has slipped a little something into the air, something that is driving people to revert and need to fuck. It claws at your minds, tearing down barriers, and drives you to simply have sex.

This is going to be my second go at a YCH story. Going a bit more traditional with this one. Leaving the writing until after I have people start signing up for it. If you're interested, I'll pay your character with someone made fresh for the story, or a character you might have in mind. The details can all be discussed and arranged before. I figure on each YCH slot being about 800-1200 words.

Rules:

• $45 USD per slot.

• Slots will be open until July 16th, 2025

• All genders welcome. CIS, intersex, transgender, other, you're all welcome. Please makes sure to include gender, pronouns, as well as what you'd prefer to be paired with.

Anthropomorphic preferred, but I can work with Naga or taur characters.

If you're interested, send me a Dm, a message on telegram @mechgryph, or a email at mechjoc1@gmail.com with the following:

• Number of slots you'd like

• Character details (Description, orientation, kinks, etc)

• Invoicing details

I look forward to working with everyone! Can't wait to see what happens down at the club.