Jonas slept pretty well for the most part. Considering the longer he remained a toilet the harder it was to truly sleep and the more he kind of sat silently while the world passed by until someone came to use him. His coyote friend visited twice more in the night and drank from him only both times. He was also lucky that the park happened to have installed those semi translucent but opaque windows they do in most of the bathrooms they have. He was therefore aware of the passage of time and noticed the slow change from blue/black/purple of night to the light gray and then pink of morning. He was just pondering when he would be rescued when he heard the crunch of gravel and dirt outside of the bathroom. He was instantly alert and released a glug into his bowl, realizing that soon he would likely be used again and not really wanting it but also not wanting the alternative of likely being taken for study.
His attention was drawn to the door as it slowly creaked open, in the doorframe stood a man dressed up for a day of hiking, he was wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts, a white long-sleeved undershirt with a light blue and red t-shirt. On his back was a large rucksack and it seemed to include a bedroll so maybe this guy wasn't just a hiker but a camper as well. He closed the door and locked it then set the pack beside it and stretched before looking round the restroom. He eyed Jonas and a look of relief flooded across his face.
"Phew, just in time" he said as he advanced upon Jonas
Jonas was trying to decide if he should say something and maybe stop the guy, maybe even elicit his help. He was caught in that weird zone of thought as usual when these situations came up for him and was about to say something when the guy lifted his lid effectively stopping his ability to speak. The guy fumbled with his pants and then turned about lowering them, being careful of the stain the coyote left on the floor, as he settled his bare ass on Jonas. Jonas realized this guy must be a naturist since he didn't even bother with a seat cover or a layer of TP just settled on down and emitted a sharp fart.
The hiker grunted gently and fumbled with his phone as he settled in for his morning business. He grunted to himself, "mmmff should have had another cup of the coffee before i left the campsite"
A gentle crackle and another fart filled the room with sound before a loud and thunking plop was heard from Jonas' bowl. A short round of hissing as the hiker drained his bladder interrupted the main affair before several more loud splashes and plops occurred. Jonas was screaming internally but softer this time and on some level he wasn't hating the situation as much more feeling the joy of being used as what he was. the hiker played on his phone and was busy messaging some friends all the time his bowels found release.
H: You picked a Great place to camp out this weekend bro, they have regular toilets here on the trails, maybe we should move the campsite closer to this place.....
B: sounds like a plan to me just let me know so I can
get stuff up there.
H: sure thing, i'll send you the coordinates on the park map soon as im done dropping the kids off at the park pool.
B: Gross.......also hot lol, hurry up tho I need to
register with the ranger and he's here too
H: commencing paper work and flush soon I'll get you the deets shortly
He put his phone away and ignored the chime of the next message instead grabbing some of the paper and cleaning up his ass. The paper created a small mound in the bowl, and Jonas realized that this guy might be a nature boy but he didn't exactly care how much of it was wasted. he stood up and stretched before pulling his pants back up, giving Jonas a view of his naked rump.
"Well my friend you've certainly helped me out, and hey this evening I'll be back for rounds two and three, a great work out usually shakes a lot out of me" saying this he flushed Jonas and moved to wash his hands. then he saddled up his pack and headed out closing the door this time much to Jonas' relief.
Things got quiet for a while after that and Jonas found himself wandering when or if he would be rescued, from the feel of it he was trapped in a public park and since the only one around was a state public park with miles and miles of trails and woodlands, his hopes of a rescue felt like a pipe dream.