Murkrow can't help but relieve the pressure in their bum, and squeezes.
The rest of your arm is pushed out of Mukrow's cloaca, and soon your head and upper body follow. You are "plopped" onto the ground. With a little "frrt" your legs are released and you are freed from your rank prison within a Murkrow. You look back, and see Murkrow's tail lifted high as it groans and pushes. A somewhat shiny, rounded surface sticks out of the pink cloaca, and with a final push Murkrow poops out the button as well. Murkrow and you catch your breath, before Murkrow turns around to face you..