Eat the shit

“I’ll admit, I’ve seen people do it before. There were people in my world who somehow legitimately liked it within the porn industry,” you explain.

After thinking that over, you nervously bite the fry and inspect the taste. “It is as bitter as cough medicine. I don’t really like it.”

“Yeah, neither does Saya. I guess it’s an acquired taste.” Fae states while shrugging.

Saya offers you and Fae a drive home and you accept.

“I call shotgun!” Fae quickly interjects.

“Damn, fair is fair,” you remark back.

Saya gets into her car, with her back covered in cum and her legs streaked in shit. The two of you climb in and Fae relaxes her feet on the dashboard as she pulls out her phone from within her boobs.

Mid-drive, Fae begins to pee hard. It splashes against the windshield and pools down the dashboard. It is followed by several loud wet farts and then an explosion of diarrhea that cakes the entire dashboard. Bits of shit slip off it and land on the soaked flooring. All of this occurs while Fae nonchalantly taps at her phone.

“Here we are,” Saya says as she pulls up to your house. Saya and Fae share a passionate kiss before leaving the car. “I’ll give you guys a ride tomorrow as well, I’ll pick you up at the park’s parking spaces.”

You and Fae walk through the door and you accidently step into Fae’s shit from this morning. It’s weirdly still warm and fresh. Fae joins you in the basement where the game room is. It all still looks the same, minus the nude or half-nude posters and covers that litter the room. It seems jewelry, armor, and fashion still exist but clothing is merely stylistic otherwise.

“Oh yeah, you mentioned clothing was a social necessity in your world,” Fae says.

“Yeah, but this room still has the same old homely vibes,” you say happily as you sit down on the couch. The warm feeling of pee takes you by surprise.

“Did you pee here, Fae?”

“Oh. That’s probably from this morning.”

“Why is it still warm?”

“Isn’t pee always warm?”

(So was her shit…) “Eh, never mind.”

You look up at the painting of the person in a snowy field and notice it. They are caked in shit. (So it somehow always stays fresh and warm… that’s so weird.)

“Do winter coats exist?” you ask.

“I mean if you want to be fashionable.”

“So you’re telling me humans have needed their shit to survive the winter?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.”

You don’t know how to feel about this, it’s just plain weird and yet kind of erotic to you. The nerd side of your brain goes from reflecting on history to questioning the science.

Fae hops onto the couch and lays her legs on your lap. They still have pee and diarrhea on them but you’ve gotten used to it at this point. It just adds more familial warmth between you.

“You look like you’re deep in thought. Tell me about what’s on your mind Saya.”