Kintla Flatlands Vanity will cost you

He stretched and righted himself. With the gesture of a question in the air, she was quick to fill the sudden expanse of awkward air with an idea. Kero watched as she stepped towards him. He stiffened a bit, curious as to what she had in mind. Their spar was over, but there was something about not really knowing her that made him hesitant and cautious as she riffled her nose through his thick fur. First his shoulder. Then his neck. She explored vulnerable, intimate areas and despite the wave in her tail, he didn't trust it.

And shouldn't have. 

She let one rip in front of nose. No sooner had he given her a sniff than a moist, juicy one tore through the air. "Damn girl. You be nasty!" He jumped back, rubbing his nose into the grass as he tried to clear the smell of her out of his nose. Ugh. It lingered. And it was like he could practically taste it in his mouth too. Gross. It was one thing amongst guys, but for a lady? She'd ruined that perfect image he'd had of females. They weren't supposed to poop. And farting? They didn't do that either. But if they did? That was supposed to smell like spring grass and wildflowers and something lovely. 

His face wrinkled. That smell had definitely not been lovely. Ew. Ew. Ew. And it was still stuck on his tongue. With no better options for clearing his palate, he approached her and gave her a big, slobbery wet on over her face.