“All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.”

“Why is it OK to kill an animal but not to fuck one?”

That’s the latest question on Fetlife.

From K_D –

“So you’re quite happy to have them killed to suit your taste buds. You’re rally comfortable with the thought of a baby lamb dangling from a meat hook, twitching away as the last of its lifeblood oozes out of its throat.

But if a woman gets a ram to fuck her from behind she’s evil?”

Consent seems to be the big hang up when discussion turns to bestiality.

“But but but… Poor Fido didn’t consent to being fucked!”

Well, I doubt he consented to being chopped up for stew, either.

Neither did I consent to having my leg humped and my shoes dribbled on.

Call me crazy, but any animal with a boner trying it’s damndest to stick it in a hole appears to be consenting – and with great enthusiasm.

“But but but… Poor, poor Fido was trained to do that. Poor dear.”

As animal owners, we train our pets to do a variety of things. We train them to work, plowing fields, or carrying some fat, lazy cowboy’s ass from here to Timbuktu. We train them to fetch newspapers and beer cans. We train them to perform, sit, stay, roll over, speak, dance. We train them to kill, to hunt. We dress them up and parade them around for shits and giggles.

We cage them. Fence them in. Make them pee outside when it’s 20 below.

I wonder if they consented to any of that.

I wonder if they LIKE it. I mean, I think they do and I have no moral objection to teaching Fido to sit, cuz, when I see a dog wagging it’s tail and rolling over for a treat with a big ol’ slobbery doggy grin on its face, I’m thinking he consented as well as an animal can.

I’ve seen a fair share of bestiality porn on the net and when I see a dog enthusiastically, almost viciously, mounting a woman? I’m thinking he’s consenting even more so than he does when you wave a milk bone at him to get him to bark.

We breed them. We use them in research, performing painful and dangerous tests on them that often leave them dead. We “humanely” euthanize them for no reason whatsoever. We feed them substandard food, or none at all, or we feed them well, purely for the sake of fattening them up so we can butcher them.

When it comes to arguing about bestiality, consent just doesn’t work as a defense, in my opinion. Because I’m quite sure no animal would consent to any of those things, least of all being the next item on the menu.

I cannot recall ever, while standing at the butcher’s counter, hearing anyone protest that the animal didn’t consent to being sliced and diced. What I *have* heard is “Can you slice that a little thinner, Bob?” But good lord. Sally Slut gets her cooter licked by a dog and all hell breaks loose.

My opinion on this is very much slanted in favor of the animal being the active participant though. I mean, let it do what it does on its own. You can’t force it to lick, you can’t force it to fuck, so if it’s doing it, *shrug*, it’ll quit when it’s done I guess.

But I’d slam the brakes on the animal being the fuckee and not the fucker. While I doubt the average male penis is going to hurt the inner workings of your average horse (I mean, seriously. Have you SEEN the size of horse’s penis? For sure, it’s a tad larger than a man’s and a mare can easily handle that!). Besides, I’ve seen tv shows and been on farms where a grown man has stuck his arm elbow-deep (and beyond!) up a cow/horse without so much as a how-do-you-do or a kiss hello, and the animal barely lifts her head out of the feed. So I’m thinking a man back there poking his wee-willy-wonka around would be about as noticeable as a fart in a hurricane.

But smaller animals stand to suffer. That’s not cool.

Before anyone asks, I’m not about to start up a sex affair with the pooch or anything like that. Quite honestly, the idea of it turns my stomach something awful. However, I do get amused at the objections people offer when the subject comes up, or how up-in-arms angry they get, crying about animal abuse, while nomming down on a burger and fries.

Speaking of which, I’m hungry!