Once he was in a quasi-comfortable kneel, he brought the fly swatter hard down onto her exposed cheeks. She yelped in pleasure, and pushed her arse skywards. Good choice, the fly swatter stays in the bedroom.
A few minutes in and Keiichi realised something.
The fly swatter. It swats flies, not just girls’ arses. And what do flies eat?
Dog shit. That’s right, dog shit.
Oh great. Now there’s second or third hand dog shit on her arse. Fantastic.
He brought the swat down again, making sure to avoid any areas his face might be later on. He wouldn’t want dog shit in his face.
But hang on, why not?
How unhygienic could it be, compared to licking his girlfriend? He’d lick her arse, in fact, he’d actively enjoy it and so would she. How much worse could it be to lick a dogs arse? Think about that for a second. People wouldn’t eat a cheeseburger that had been on the floor next to a dog turd, but they’d lick someones arse? No, no, there’s something wrong with that.
In the heat of the moment, people would do some disgusting things with each other, much worse than licking a dog’s arse. A dog’s arse would be… well it would be a walk in the park in comparison (though you may be barred from the park afterwards).
He realised he was on autopilot now, his arms stroking, spanking and teasing Rena, his erection long since gone, retracted up inside him like a cat’s claw. But he was wondering how much worse it would be. You’d have to lift the tail up, that would be an obstacle. But then they don’t have cheeks to contend with.
He shouldn’t have a problem with it, but somehow it repulsed him. Why? Why was licking a human arse not repulsive, but a dog’s one was?
But then you go down that rabbit hole, that question as old as time itself; how many human arses would you lick? Not many in all honesty, you have to be quite intimate with them and the mood has to be right — not circumstances that occur with a dog, really. But if it did, it would still repulse him. Why?
Is it the species thing? If he were blindfolded and licked an anus, without knowing who or what it belonged to, would he be able to tell? If the blindfold came off, and Satoko was in front of him pulling her skirt back down— it doesn’t have to be her, any girl he found attractive — he’d laugh, shrug it off. But if the blindfold came off and there was a dog, say a Border Terrier, with a young, disinterested woman holding it aloft and a guy holding it’s tail up, a guy of about 42 — clean shaven but with a look in his eye that suggests he’s had a rough life — well in that scenario he’d be sick. Why? What is it about an attractive human’s a…
“What are you thinking, Keiichi-kun?” asked Rena.
“Erm…”