Chapter 12: Excretion at Last
Over the next half an hour, Agnes explained the full story of how Peter had come into the garden, gotten caught, been given to her, how she had eaten him whole to give him a chance to survive, but that he had been too fat around the middle to be able to be pushed out her vent. "And so, I've been stuck with the little fellow as my worst case of constipation." she finally finished.
"That's quite a tale." Andre remarked. "And I agree with the little rabbit that if we don't get him out alive tonight, you'll be shitting out his suffocated corpse tomorrow."
"Please, do something. PTUHHH! PTUHH! PTUHH!" Peter begged the two hawks. He was now inhaling far more waste, as it now nearly was covering his head. He had to twist and turn at very uncomfortable angles to keep his air passages free from submersion. And this wouldn't be able to last for long.
"Sorry about adding more trouble to you by adding the semen." Andre said.
"Semen? What's-PTUH! PTUH! PTUH!-that? PTUH! PTUH!"
"It's what I shoot out during copulation into a female."
"What's-PTUH! PTUH!-copulation? PTUH!"
"Well, it's how eggs are fertilized. It makes babies."
"Yes, you've just witnessed the adult activity I mentioned that helps fertilize eggs. Normally, adults would send kids away when they do that but I guess you had nowhere to go." Agnes said.
Peter gasped, getting more waste into his mouth in the process. Now he knew why his father and mother had sent him away those times when they had said they wanted to be left alone for "private adult things". It had been to do goofy stuff, as he viewed sexual intercourse, like the two hawks had just done. "I never-PTUH! PTUH!-realized how babies-PTUH! PTUH! PTUH-were made. PTUH! PTUH! I thought that it-PTUH! PTUH! PTUH!-was the-PTUH! PTUH!-stork! PTUH!"
"Stork, is that what your mother told you?" Andre sighed.
"Yes. PTUH! PTUH!"
"Agnes, try to poop again, and you Peter, push as hard as you can downward, and I'll push on her cloaca from the outside. Maybe with the three forces plus the backed up waste, we can finally get you out." Andre said.
Peter didn't like the idea of submerging himself in the waste, but knew that he'd soon be underneath the growing pile, especially as more feces and urates slid in from the corprodeum and urodeam, respectively, above, nearly fully filling up the proctodeum. "Ok. PTUH! PTUH! PTUH!" he replied.
UNNNNNH! UNNNNNNH! UNNNNNNNH! Agnes grunted hard, squeezing as hard as she could. Peter pushed down, going down into the urates, feces, semen, and amniotic fluid and pushing as hard as he could against the vent. Andre pushed against the outward wall of his lover's cloaca. Peter exited halfway through the cloaca. However, he was still a bit too big. Agnes ceased pushing, needing to take a break. The waste level in the cloaca was now over Peter's head. "H-ppph-e-l-pph-p. Sh-ppht-it-phhh- me-ppphhhbt - out! Phht!" Peter cried.
"I need a break. Give me about five minutes."
Peter doubted he could last that long. The waste level soon went over his head after one minute. After two minutes, his lungs were beginning to ache and he was feeling very lightheaded. In desperation, he did what Agnes had sarcastically suggested earlier: swallowed enough waste to lower the level so that his nose was freed. His stomach felt revolted by what he'd ingested, but at least it kept him alive. Still, he didn't think he could bring himself to do it again, not even literally to save himself. It was all he could do to avoid hurling as it was.
Two minutes later, Agnes said "Let's try it again. Let's hope this works this time. If it does, I'm not stopping until it's all out, just as a heads up."
"Under-phhttt-stood-phhht!" The young rabbit figured now was literally do or die. The waste was about to go over his head and he couldn't force himself to ingest more. He emptied his bladder, which he'd been holding till he was in great pain, to avoid raising the waste level any. He figured that he'd either go out and it wouldn't matter, or at least he'd die with an empty bladder.
UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNH! The hawk grunted once more. Peter pushed down as hard as he could and Andre again pushed on her. This time, with their combined effort plus the extra bit of waste that had fallen just then into the cloaca, there was enough pressure to get him out. He was hastily pushed through the vent and at long last landed on solid ground, finally breathing in fresh air and seeing light after days in the putrid air of the hawk's cloaca and nearly a week in her body, all in complete darkness. Of course, he wasn't fully out of it yet as the hawk, true to her word, emptied out nearly 10 pounds of urates and feces, cleaning out her rectum and kidneys too to the fullest for good measure. Peter soon clambered out of the waste pile, free at last!
"I'm finally free! I'm finally free! I...BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" his stomach, unable to hold the waste products he ingested any longer, sent the contents upward in a large barf, splattering the feet of the two hawks. "Sorry, I had to ingest some of the waste in order to make it."
"At least you're out and I'm finally free of that pain in my ass."
"And I really really need a bath. A very long one."
"Well, good luck. Andre and I are going to copulate again to celebrate."
"Please don't do it around me."
"We won't. And make sure you don't tell your mother you saw that. I don't think she'd be happy to know you saw copulation up close."
"Not to worry, I'll be telling her as little about this as I can, as I want to forget a lot of it."
"Bye Peter." Andre said as he and Agnes flew off, looking for a good place to make love in peace. br/Peter, meanwhile, began to look for water to wash himself. He really needed it!