Echo wasn't feeling very good this morning. The Angel Dragon had woken up with a bad stomach ache and bloating. He had already taken some antacids, but they weren't helping much.
His belly was a bit rounder than usual, too. He hadn't pooped in 3 days and figured that was the culprit. He knew he must be constipated badly too, because the 2 doses
of Drag-a-Lax, an Angel Dragon laxative he'd taken had failed to unblock his system. 

He now saw that eating a whole pizza in one sitting 4 days before was having it's consequences.
There were only 2 options he could think of: Go to the hospital and have the doctors there clean him out, or attempt to give himself an enema here at home. Going to the 
hospital was not something he wanted to do, as that would be an embarrassing and expensive endeavor. So it looked like the enema was going to have to happen. 

He sat on the edge of his bed thinking it over. He didn't have an enema kit with hot water bottle and tube, but he had heard that you could give yourself one by taking the shower
head off it's hose and using the pressure to force the water up your tailhole. He thought that it was worth a try, as going to the store to buy an enema bag wasn't a task 
he wanted to complete. 

The Angel Dragon gazed down at his bloated belly, and rubbed it with his paw. He just wanted to get this process over with. He rose to his paws, 
walked into the bathroom and headed to the shower. Reaching up, he removed the shower head from it's holder on the wall and began unscrewing it from the hose. The two
separated, and a bit of cold water dripped from the hose out onto his paw. He set the now disconnected head on the counter next to the sink and stepped over the threshold
and onto the granite of the shower floor.

Reaching out, he turned the faucet handle on, causing water to jet out of the hose and splash onto the shower wall. He 
was surprised at the force that the water came out with. He imagined it would have little trouble forcing it's way into his bowels. He spent a minute dialing it the right
temperature, trying to get it just warmer than his body. He let the stream projecting from the hose wash over his paw until he liked it's temperature. 

"Well, it's now or never" he thought to himself, hesitant at the prospect of filling his bowels with the warm liquid, but to uncomfortable to protest much. He had had an 
enema once before, prior to having surgery, and he remembered the embarrassment of emptying his bowels into the bedpan in front of the male fox that was serving as his nurse. 
That had been a messy and unpleasant experience, but doing it the privacy of his own home with an actual toilet nearby instead of a metal pan was better.

He snapped himself out of his musings, he had stalled long enough, it was time to get this over with. He took a deep breath and slipped his paw behind him, raising his tail
slightly. The warm water sprayed against the fur on his behind before finding it's mark, piercing his tailhole and rushing inside him. He gasped slightly as it did so, 
and he felt his already round belly begin to swell even more as the water rapidly filled his insides.

Within just a matter of 30 or so seconds the pressure began to get difficult to hold and his belly was quite round, but he fought to take more. He could only continue to
fill himself for another 10 seconds however before he was forced to retract the hose from under his tail. He groaned with discomfort and leaned against the shower wall for
support. So far this enema wasn't helping, only making things worse. But then again, it was too soon to tell. Now it was time to hold the warm water in so it could soften
things up and make them easier to shit out. 
 
He slowly lowered himself to the shower floor keeping the water on, and letting it flow though his fur. He pulled his tail between his legs, hoping that it would help him hold 
everything in, but also hoping that sitting on it wouldn't cut off the circulation too much. The first 5 or 6 minutes of holding the water weren't bad at all, and he didn't start 
to feel any real discomfort until about 8 minutes in. He began to feel like he had bad diarrhea, and just needed to go badly, but managed to hold it together. But after 11 minutes,
he finally submitted to his urges.

He turned off the water, then slowly started to rise to his paws only to find it much harder to hold it. As he stepped over the threshold of the shower, Echo's control of his bowels
was lost momentarily, and dirty water sprayed from under his tail onto the floor, along with a hard chunk of waste. The Angel Dragon scrambled to the toilet and planted his fluffy
rump down on the seat. He gave a strong push and more nasty water along with gas and turds gushed out from below him into the bowl loudly. He shuffled his paws on the cold tile floor
as the enema water and three days of waste was being expelled.

Overall, it was quite good to let out. He folded his arms over his belly and rocked forward on the toilet, using the leverage to help bring forth more hard, 
round, pellet-like pieces of feces that had kept him plugged up. It was normal for Angel Dragons to pass this form of waste, but lubrication was needed, and the lack of 
fiber in his diet of the past few days made that all but absent. The warm water was working well to flush the poop from his system though, and it was a pleasant and satisfying
feeling whenever another hard turd popped from under his tail and splashed into the toilet.

But eventually the waves of bowel contents tapered to a halt. He pulled some toilet tissue off the roll and wiped, then rose to his paws and took some more tissue off the roll
to clean up the mess on the floor from his 'accident'. He flushed to toilet, and picked the shower head up off the counter and brought it back over to the shower to reconnect it. 
Echo bent down and grabbed the still dripping shower hose, then began to thread the head back onto it. As he was doing so, he started to feel a cramp in his belly, accompanied by
the feeling of needing to go again. He reached his paw down and rubbed his belly, hoping the sensation would pass so he could clean himself up and go on with his day. 

Instead, he felt something shifting inside him, and he dropped the now reassembled shower head and ran for the toilet yet 
again. He sat down and out came another spray of water splashing into the bowl. This was very short lived however, as now a solid chunk of stool was blocking any more water from 
flowing out of him. He gripped the sides of the toilet bowl and gritted his teeth pushing hard to expel the mass. Echo could feel that it was moving, stretching his tailhole as it
came further out.

Seconds later, the large blockage popped free and splashed loudly into the toilet bowl below and was instantly followed by another stream of water and more
solids that plopped out in rapid succession. After that build-up of discomfort in his belly, the release was wonderful. The bowel movements continued, only ending after he 
passed at least 4 waves of dirty water, gas and feces. The Angel Dragon had wanted to be cleaned out, and he was not disappointed with the results of his enema. He eventually 
wiped himself, flushed and rose to his paws for the second time.

This time though, his belly was much flatter than the first, meaning that most of the waste and water had left
his colon. Naturally, he was feeling a bit grubby, and his fluffy butt and tail were less than clean after pooping out 3 days of crap plus the water. So now that he was clean on
the inside, it was time to do the same for his outside.

He hopped back in the shower, hanging the still dangling shower head back on the wall, and turning on the water. Echo smiled as the warm water flowed through his fur and dripped
off his body. He grabbed the soap and washed himself head to paws, making sure to pay special attention to the fur on his backside and tail. Once he was satisfied, he rinsed himself 
and shut off the water, after savoring the warmth for a few final seconds. Echo grabbed a towel and began to dry himself, always his least favorite part of the shower process, 
given that his fur always went wild when he did so. He examined himself in the mirror and snickering at his puffball appearance. After nearly an hour and a half, the Angel Dragon
finally exited his bathroom, but not with everything he enter with, thankfully. Tired from his clean-out, he flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes, sighing with comfort and relief.
The whole process had a tranquilizing effect on him, and he tucked himself under the covers and drifted off to sleep.