I know I'm weird compared to other species. You have to understand some things about us, though. When someone asks me in that incredulous tone, "You mean you like eating shit?" it's, well, a little like me asking you, "You mean you like drinking water?" It's not quite the right question, see, because you don't so much LIKE water as you just naturally have a desire to consume it. It's not a pleasurable or exotic experience, it's just what you do.

The closest thing we have to an official name other than some systematic Latin is Kravoc's Lizards, named after the first biologist who bothered to write down anything substantial about us in the late nineteenth century. Up until then we were sort of an ignored curiosity swept under the rug, much like homosexuals. We didn't have a fight for civil rights or anything, though, people just didn't want anything to do with us and still mostly don't. As a result we really have no idea how we evolved beyond some passing references in old anatomical textbooks from the dawn of the scientific era, though there's an organization or two working on digging up whatever they can to further our societal acceptance, which is a pipe dream if you ask me. Casually, if people have to talk about us they use any of a variety of euphemisms from "shitmouth" to "those lizards that eat their own poop". This is still going on in the 2010s, so I'm not holding my breath to be the next president.

In the last century or two with the rise of grudgingly undeniable social responsibility medicine has developed a good enough understanding of why we are the way we are. You know how there are people with lactose intolerance or meat intolerance? When a Kravoc's lizard is born we have incredibly weak digestive systems, barely functioning beyond stripping out bare exposed nutrients. As we age, around our mid to late teenage years we gain all those great digestive acids and enzymes, and by adulthood our systems are so powerful they kill 99% of any dangerous bacteria and process almost everything else into raw nutrients. Any high-energy food will leave plenty of usable nutrients that can easily be redigested. At that point our feces, though it looks pretty much like anyones, has a relatively faint odor and is basically edible to anyone with remotely similar body chemistry, should they want to eat it. And so, yeah, when we're babies instead of nursing us like mammals our mothers just squat and feed us their leftovers.

We're unique in the world. But we've been doing this for god knows how long, and it doesn't bother us. The things in feces that smell bad to other species don't to us because they aren't dangerous, and since we're feeding from others bowels well into our teenage years when our personalities are developing we don't really have any choice but to be okay with it. Kravoc's families tend to be very open and frank with each other - it's hard to not feel close to somebody when you're eating from their ass. Plus, in any family with more than one child or a busy mother the father will have to provide as well, and if there are significant age gaps between children any old enough to be fully processing their food will be expected to participate, and so on.

Up until the industrial revolution, mass communication, et cetera we basically roamed the earth, did menial work for all the other species, found disgusted hatred in some places, grudging acceptance in others. As post-industrial civilization advanced, however, we started to integrate into society more. Kravoc's in first-world countries nowadays keep their practices concealed out of courtesy, by washing after feeding for instance, or by ducking into a bathroom if a child needs to be fed in public.

As mammals have the eternal "bottle or formula" debate, Kravoc's must decide between direct, "natural" feeding or a variety of other options, such as the mother performing a cycle periodically of fasting, then eating a specific diet and refrigerating her bowel movements for later feeding with fork and spoon like typical non-Kravoc's meals, or even using engineered, carefully sanitized nutrient slurry. The debate rages with regards to intimacy. We don't feel embarrassed or ashamed of living like this, because that would be insane for animals designed this way. We feel like any biologist would figure we would: close and grateful. Food is life, and to be fed is a gift of life. Our instincts know that, and the question raised by the anti-formula party is whether a Kravoc's raised on formula could be potentially emotionally stunted by the unnatural lack of intimacy with the mother. A minority pro-formula party, intent on the acceptance of Kravoc's into greater society, even suggests that this is definitely true, and a good thing that should be encouraged in order to eliminate the practice completely.

I grew up with a traditional family, however, and I don't think I'm suffering at all for it. I can rinse my mouth out before I go out if I need to, and I think it's part of why I love my family a lot and feel close to them all. Who knows, though, since I've never known what it's like to grow up as another species.

At any rate, I'm not a good example of my people because I'm perverted even for my own race. Now that I'm in my twenties and my digestive system is working at full efficiency, I can eat pretty much anything, and I get off enormously on being fed from other species. Not that anyone else cares, really, but we usually keep it between ourselves and switch to regular food after our teenage years. And to the average non-Kravoc's, I'm as kinky as any scat fetishist, I can just take much more "abuse" than their usual fare. Other species tend not to have nearly as much usable residue in their shit, which is wonderful for me since I can eat just about as much as I want and not feel hungry because my stomach's full, and get what I need to live from small, minimal meals. I usually get home at least once a week with a sore cock and a belly full of mammal scat, choke down a couple pieces of fruit and go to bed happy, and I still have a nice lean body.

I love being a Kravoc's lizard. I wonder what life would be like if I was born some other species, but I've realized that if I'm happy enough this way - and I am - then the speculation is pointless. What if I was born a dog, or blind? I like my life, and I feel more privileged than handicapped. So, I hope this explains things for your readers. I'd like to get a copy of the article if your college doesn't pulp it.