Jon could feel slight vibrations as his host trotted around the pasture. Finally he stiffened up again, though not as much as before.
He poked out of the shaft, and could see grassy field below him. A pressure rose in his throat, and he began vomiting piss in what felt like a torrent. It seemed to go on forever, then it slowed to a trickle, then it stopped. Jon was disgusted.
He felt himself soften up again and retract into the sheath, still tasting piss. This was his life for a month. He wondered what Karen was doing.
