Chapter 8: The Large Intestine

Where am I now? Peter wondered. He soon began to guess where he was: near the cloaca. He had to be. He soon noticed the awful smell of the leftovers of the hawk's meals. The small was putrid like rotting eggs mixed with many day old food. And it wasn't just the smell that he noticed as he entered her ceca (she had two), but the feces itself as well. Though he couldn't see the grayish black mess, he could certainly feel it as it stuck to his skin. Even putting his shirt over his head wasn't a good enough defense. The crap, literal crap, got all over him. What a nightmare!

At that moment, Agnes woke up. "Hey, where, ptttuhhh, yuck, where am I? Ptuuuh!" Peter had tried to ask where he was inside of her, only to get waste in his mouth.
"I think you should keep your mouth shut in my large intestine. It's full of waste as you're getting near my cloaca. I'd say you have about three hours till you reach it."
"Could you try and...ptttuh...poop...yuck...me out? PTUHH! PTUUHHH!"
"I can, but I think you're too far up."
"Just...ptuhhhh...try anyway...ptuhhh!"
"Ok."

Though she normally took a dump from nearly anywhere, even in the air, Agnes thought it best to land first. This way, when she had a bowel movement, on the off chance that the rabbit was further down in her colon that she thought, he wouldn't fall that far after coming out her back end.

The hawk grunted. Loads of farts moved past Peter Rabbit, making him gag. He could feel the colon moving him forward, though not at a fast pace, just faster than normal. Agnes, meanwhile, looked down to see feces and urates exit out her cloacal vent. However, there was no rabbit, and she was sure that she'd know it if he were there as she'd feel. She kept pushing until her cloaca was empty and the stuff from her rectum was squeezed out too. Still no Peter.

"Sorry, I tried and you're too far up. I'm afraid you're going to have to wait till tonight."
"Can you-ptuhhh-go again-phuttt-later before-ptuuuh-you go bac-puttth-kkk to the house? Ptuuhhh!"
"Stop talking or you'll get your mouth more full of shit. No, I'm not going again till tonight. I'm going to have to hold it all day lest I let you out early, which is going to be painful enough."
"Ok. Ptuuuh!"
Peter realized that the hawk was right. He needn't talk again until excreted as there was no way he could keep the feces from getting into his mouth when he opened it.
"Good. See you tonight." Agnes said, before going back to sleep.

Peter moved through the hawk's colon. The deeper he went, the worse the smell became and the more he was coated in the slimy waste. The villi, present near the beginning of her large intestine, had ceased. By this point, it was only waste material being moved along. Peter was glad that Agnes' body considered him to be waste, as she had told him that if it didn't, that he would be stuck inside of her forever, or at least until her body used up all of his nutrients. This, of course, wouldn't happen as he wasn't digested and thus couldn't be absorbed by the villi. Still, alive or not, it wasn't fun at all to be riding along with her leftover food as it made its way toward the exit.
Finally, shortly after sunrise and the hawk's return to her cage, Peter reached a final bend in her colon. Slowly, he was dumped into her rectum. However, instead of resting against her anus, or cloaca, as she'd called it, he'd fallen into some sort of chamber instead.