TSE's Terrifically Titillating Titles (Cravings Edition)

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Hey there!

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Cravings

This thread is where I'll be keeping track of current cravings. If you're curious about some of my older ideas, you can find a link to my old requests thread in my signature. Those are generally closed, but if you take a look and see something particularly interesting, feel free to ask about it.

I wouldn't ask for this if you weren't the best friend in the entire world {MxM}
Short Version

My character, Ethan, is a gay, anthro fox. Your character is his best friend in the entire world, and he's straight.
 
Ethan recently went into "rut," which is a period in which he has a desperate need for sex. Due to his circumstances, he's been unable to find a partner, and is at the point of desperation. He turns to his last resort, and invites your character over. He explains his situation, and with great shame and embarrassment, begs for your character to fuck him.

To be clear, what I'm decidedly not looking for here is to "turn" your character. He is straight, and will remain straight. The only reason he's agreeing to help Ethan is because of his purely platonic love for him as a best friend. Ethan will be willing to do basically anything to make this easier for your character, be it dressing up as a woman, putting on some straight porn, or anything else you might come up with.



First Post Sample

Ethan

It hits everyone a little differently. Call it whatever you like: mating season, heat, rut... It's all the same thing. It just expresses differently for each individual.

I've seen some guys go furiously alpha, suddenly confident and assertive, hungry for whoever they can get their hands on. I've seen some women turn into succubi, their every word, every movement, every breath dripping with seduction. I fall into another category altogether. I am overcome by that uncommon, ever-so-special masculine version of the need to be bred. It's a potent hunger, an overwhelming craving. I need a man to cum inside me. I get tense and achy with need. The mere sight of a half-way handsome man is enough to liquefy my guts. The simple thought of having someone inside of me plagues my every thought. I can't even bother to think about getting off myself; I just need someone to get off inside of my body.

It's a shame that I can't bring myself to use a hookup app. Even at my most desperate, the thought of actually bumping uglies with a complete stranger turns my stomach. No matter how overwhelming my need, that's something I know with total certainty I would regret. It's the only thought that supersedes the craving. Luckily, I've had boyfriends for all but my first rut. That first year was traumatizing. I had to be pulled out of school and repeat the year it was so bad. I've made absolutely certain that it would never happen again.

Until this year. My last boyfriend broke up with me a month ago, and I haven't been able to fill the gap in time. I felt it starting to kick in about a week ago. That first night, when I felt the first pangs of that painful, aching need, I cried. I wasn't ready. I didn't have anyone to help me through. I sobbed bitterly. I couldn't imagine going through this again.

A week has gone by. I'm failing my classes. My performance at my job is failing to a degree that jeopardizes my employment. On top of all that, everything hurts. Near constant headaches, nausea that makes it hard to eat, full-body muscle soreness... And that gaping, cavernous, mind-consuming emptiness in my gut. It's too much to bear. I'm desperate. If I don't satisfy this need, I may actually lose my mind.

So I deploy the nuclear option.

[Your character] is my best friend. We've known each other for years. We've been together through everything. Every failure, every achievement, every celebration, every mourning. I would do just about anything for him... And I think he'd do the same for me. If there's anyone I can trust and rely upon, it's him.

It's 1am, and I called him an hour ago. I told him that I needed him to come over. He asked why he needed to come over so late at night. I didn't answer. In the silence, I could hear the dread and concern run through him. Then he agreed to come over right away.

He's just knocked on my apartment door. I swing it open slowly, and look him in the eyes, watching with shame and embarrassment as he sees me in my state of misery. My eyes are bloodshot and baggy. My fur is even more scruffy and disheveled than usual. My head hangs with exhaustion. A subtle tremble pervades my body. I wear an apologetic, embarrassed smile, and my eyes teeter on the verge of tears.

A single sob makes my shoulders heave, and I drop my head in a mix of relief and shame. I stare at the ground, and I mutter, "Thank you for coming." I step aside, and with a quivering hand, I gesture for him to come in.


The Best Interstellar Sex Worker Money Can Buy {FxM}
Short Version

Your character is a human, and they're interested in purchasing some time with an alien prostitute. However, since humans only recently made contact with the rest of the galaxy, your character is a bit naive about exactly what they're getting into. They've been saving up for a while, determined to spend their cash on the best sex worker possible. They go into a brothel, immediately choose the most expensive worker on the menu, and head down the hall, expecting beauty beyond compare and the ride of their life.

Little do they realize that the worker they've hired for the evening is unquestionably the most sexually exhilarating partner possible, but they are also a horrible monster. When your character discovers this, they're dismayed that they've blown all their cash on something they can't manage to see as beautiful, and might not even be able to bring themselves to fuck. It'll fall to that monster, my character, to help your character salvage the night and show him a good time despite his reluctance.




Long Version

When humanity invented the Jumper, they thought it would revolutionize global travel. A method to instantly transport yourself from one Jump pad to another anywhere on the planet? World changing.

They had no idea the can of worms they had just opened.

By creating the first Jumper, humanity had unknowingly connected itself to the galaxy-spanning Jump Network. There are billions of Jump pads, on countless worlds, all inextricably connected to each other. When extraterrestrials reached through the first Earth Jumper, the trajectory of human history was irrevocably altered.

It's been nearly two decades since then, and Earth is still trying to integrate into the wider galactic society. There was some culture shock, to be sure, but the rest of the galaxy had centuries of experience with respecting each other's cultures, so they were able to make humanity's transition from solitary to one of many a smooth one.

Perhaps the most shocking disparity between human culture and the galactic average was humanity's apparent aversion to sexuality. Humans are easily the most prudish culture the galaxy has ever seen, with most other cultures having moved past the old-fashioned squeamishness around sex. Although actual intercourse is uncommon to see in public, nudity is everywhere, and the sex work industry is ubiquitous.

You're one of the more adventurous humans. In the past few years, you've discovered a fascination with alien women, and you've been entranced by the blossoming interspecies porn scene on Earth. The women are so exotic. Iridescent scales, manes of tentacles, two-foot tongues, orgasms that stretch on for minutes at a time... They're gorgeous and thrilling. Knowing how accessible and open prostitution is outside of Earth, you decided to save up for a year and purchase some time with one of these beautiful, exotic women.

So that's what you did. You scraped your pennies together, saved everywhere you could, and finally got enough  cash together to exchange it for two thousand galactic credits. You stepped into a Jumper, and an instant later, you arrived on Vavatch station. The station is known as a hub of pure hedonism, a place of pleasure and excitement, and it's the perfect place to find your alien girl.

You entered the brothel and were greeted by a tall, slender hostess, bearing pearlescent skin and an elaborate crest. She handed you a menu, and without much thought, you sorted it by price and scrolled to the bottom. What you found made your eyes boggle.


QuoteSnooge

Species: Aldebaran

GC2000 - 6 hours

(Due to the nature of Snooge's services, she does not offer sessions of less than 6 hours. Special accommodations can be made for those seeking longer sessions.)

Snooge is our best offering! Could you expect anything less from an Aldebaran? Just like any other member of her species, she's skilled, eager, and insatiable. She's willing to try just about anything you could want!

Of course, we hardly need to mention the physiological attributes that make her species so appealing, but for the sake of anyone not in the know, here's what you can expect. Snooge's bodily fluids are laced with a potent aphrodisiac. Prolonged exposure to her fluids, be they sweat, saliva, or any other, will significantly increase sexual desire and need. The aphrodisiac also improves sexual function, amplifies pleasure, and significantly reduces the male refractory period. In other words, you'll orgasm harder, longer, and more frequently than you ever thought possible, and you won't be able to stop until you can't possibly go any longer.

Warning: do not purchase a session with Snooge if you are prone to cardiovascular disease, psychosis, or spiritual crisis.

It seemed too good to be true. You made your selection without a second thought, and were provided with the key card to my room. As you head down the hall, you can hear another customer at the front desk shouting furiously about not being able to book a session with this Snooge.

With great anticipation, you swing open the door to my room. You immediately go completely flaccid, and your face falls from an eager grin to a frown of total dismay. There I sit on the edge of the bed. I'm the purest embodiment of sexuality, the pinnacle of carnal bliss... And I'm barely humanoid. You can't do this. There's no way. I'm a monster. Horrifying. Ugly. Grotesque.

No refunds.

Snooge **NSFW**


So there you have it! To be clear, one thing I'm decidedly not looking for is for your character to eventually "come around" and start to find Snooge physically attractive. He'll always see Snooge as being monstrous and upsetting. The idea is that he's already spent his cash, and there are no refunds. So he can either leave, spend his time here just talking, or do his best and give Snooge a chance. Snooge will be gentle, understanding, and patient, knowing that once her aphrodisiac starts to kick in, he'll have to give in and fuck her despite his discomfort. She knows that he'll start to enjoy himself eventually, as long as he's willing to try.


I Love my Job {FxM}
Short Version

My character is Lex, an anthro wolf. Your character is a human. In this world, all sorts of prostitution has been made legal. Lex has a Public Sexual Service License, which permits her to sell sex in designated public areas. Tonight, she's been hired by a local bar to serve as an attraction for business, and will be selling her services to whoever is willing to pay. Your character is one of her customers.

Setup

For as long as canids and humans have coexisted, there have been obvious differences. Obviously, they're different physically. The animal humans most closely resemble are the great apes. Canids, on the other hand, are modeled after wolves. But culturally, psychologically, the differences run much deeper.

Among canids, there are natural born alphas, betas, and omegas. One might think that this would create some unhealthy hierarchies within canid culture, but all three are appreciated and respected by the others. Each one has its place in life, and serves the others in special ways.

Most notoriously though, is their sexual nature. Though many have a favorite partner, none are monogamous by choice. They are always active and ready, happy to stop whatever they're doing in order to lay with a new partner. They mutually care for each other's children, removing the need for a nuclear family, and by extension, marriage. In the few places they live as a significant majority, rather than a minority of the population, it isn't uncommon to see a pair (or more) of lovers on the street.

Humans have never liked this. And as the more populous species, by a factor of 100, they dictated what was permissible in 'civilized society.' Canids have been forced to suppress their nature for hundreds of years, utterly surrounded by people who are disgusted with an intrinsic part of them, hiding it to the best of their abilities out of fear.

Thankfully, in the (very) late 20th century, this began to change. Slowly, with many bumps and back-steps, but progressing all the time. Finally, in 2023, a landmark law was passed, widely expanding their rights. In theory, the law applied to everyone, but in practice, it was only ever tested by canids. A new freedom, never before even considered, was available to the public. As long as it takes place in a designated 18+ location, public acts of sex are legal.

This lead immediately to a blossoming of the sex work industry. With those various occupations suddenly so prevalent, there was no hope of suppressing it. But there was still a chance to truly legalize it. Over the next year, multiple bills passed that put structures into place to both try to contain it and tax it, but more importantly, protect the people involved. Now, there is a support network available to the workers in the industry, as well as measures of public safety.



Alexis, "Lex"

It used to be that prostitution, at least for me, was a final measure. Something I turned to in desperation. Between not enough money and not enough sex, I had no other choice.

It worked just fine. I made enough money to afford the prophylactic medications, which means I never caught anything. I even saved up enough to have my tubes tied, eliminating that particular concern for certain. I did pretty well for myself, managing to have an apartment, a steady supply of groceries, and enough gas in my car to get me to my day job. There were downsides too, of course. All the things you immediately think of when it comes to the way Johns treat whores.

Everything changed last year.

As I pack my bag for the night, I mentally work through a checklist to make sure I haven't forgotten anything. I drop in a picture frame, displayed within which is my Public Sexual Service License. Next goes the fishbowl full of condoms. Then the credit card reader, the tip jar, the wet wipes, and a gigantic, pump-top bottle of lube. Finally, the last item is a menu displaying my various services, and the charges associated. A little limited, but fairly priced. I can finally afford to be a little more selective about what I'm willing to do.

I go over my mental checklist one more time, then slap my forehead, realizing I've forgotten the most important item. I toss in a rubber-banded stack of business cards and a little stand for them to rest on:

QuoteLEX

Come have some fun!

To receive up-to-date notifications about event scheduling, text "YES PLEASE" to the number on reverse side.

With that, I clip on my black and yellow checkered collar, announcing my particular occupation. Other than that, all I'm wearing is a ratty old t-shirt and a pair of sweats. It doesn't really matter how they look; they won't be on for long. I sling my bag over my shoulder, and head out towards the nearby bar. I have a booking there, and I've never been late to a booking.

I love my job.
I've been caught staring at my shadow.
I can explain, though the reasons are shallow.
I want to see if the light can pass through me.
I want to see how dark things are around me.

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