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"Taxi! Taxi!"

Brutus said those words as he stuck his arm out into the air, waving it around haphazardly as he saw the mounts zooming by down the street...the orc had just stumbled his way out of a pretty wild party, and there was no way in hell he was fit to drive in this condition. Thankfully, he still had enough sense left to hail for a taxi, and even more thankfully, it didn't take that long for one to arrive, considering it was so late at night! A toned, light-purple gryphon was the one who he ended up hailing down, the bird screeching into a stop and allowing Brutus to see his clothing: a yellow and black striped t-shirt, wrapped up in a latex jacket that had the words "Gryphon Taxi" emblazoned on it! The taur was huge, even compared to Brutus's rather-endowed size, and he looked like a rather comfy ride...

"Gryphon Taxi, the only service where our customers *are* the payment! My name is Kronos." the bird said as he stretched his single wing a little bit, looking down to Brutus as he stumbled forward. "Where you headed?"

"33...33 Woodb-brook St." the orc replied, stumbling over and slurring his words in much the same way he was slurring his balance as he walked up to Kronos...good, the gryphon thought. The drunk ones always squirmed the best...

"All right, I'll get the meter running then. Just stand in front of me, as straight as you can, and I'll do the rest..." the gryphon said as he flicked a switch on the side of the jacket he was wearing. Brutus was a bit too out of it to realize that he had accidentally ordered one of...*those* taxis, though. Gryphon Taxi offered two services: one where you just rode on the big birdtaur's back, saddled up as if they were a horse, and another where they swallowed you down and carried you around inside of their hammock gut! It was a bit more expensive than the other option, but it was also a bit safer. Riding what amounted to a big chicken-horse while you were plastered didn't sound like that good of an idea, so maybe Brutus not even noticing the difference would end up being a bit of a blessing...

"Here we go!" Kronos said as he reared his head back, aiming to generate enough force that he could shove about half of the orc's body into his throat before needing to pull back and swallow. In the darkness, Brutus didn't even notice the gryphon beak and gullet that was rushing down towards him until he felt the top of his head press against the bird's slimy, undulating tongue, Kronos's beak clamping down against the middle of his back to secure him before the taxi started to lift him up into the air! Brutus was a big, beefy orc, for sure, but the taxi was more than able to handle him; his throat clenched around Brutus's head as he continued to lift his passenger up into the air, the drunk orc doing little more than flailing around aimlessly while the tight and slippery world around him worked on lathering his body up so he could slip down easier.

Kronos re-ascertained his balance as a quarter of Brutus's body stuck out of his beak, trying his best to get into a comfortable position before taking the first "real" swallow. His throat misfired a few times before finally making a squelchy *gg-GLORNK* as the rest of the orc slid into his mouth, Kronos able to clamp his beak shut while a wiggling bulge made its way down into the first of his two stomachs...egh, even without the flavor of booze on his body Brutus didn't taste the best, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with it for much longer. The bird reached up to press against the growing bulge in his throat, stroking and poking against it to help Brutus slide down as his green feet dangled over the edge of the bird's gullet. Kronos's thick, flat tongue pressed up against the back of his throat, pushing Brutus's feet down with it...and, *GGgLRK*, the orc was gone!

That swallow proved to be just enough force to push Brutus's head out into the first of Kronos's stomachs, though he wouldn't be here for long. The chamber clenched and squeezed around him much like the gryphon's throat did, focusing on ushering the orc through as fast as possible so that he could reach his true destination: the swaying, hammock-like taur stomach! Not only was it much roomier for someone of Brutus's size, but it was also far easier to carry people around down there for the gryph. It was partially because of his drunkenness, but Brutus didn't even notice the transition from throat to stomach to throat again; it all felt like one long, tight, slimy tube, constantly squeezing and pushing against his body to work the orc inside...

After another minute or so, Kronos let out a long, pleased gasp as he felt the heavy weight of the orc being shoved out into his lower stomach, the sudden shift almost causing the gryphon to lose his balance for a moment as he geared up and prepared for takeoff. The gryphon pulled out a cell phone out of one of those pockets on the jacket-vest-thing he was wearing, punching in the address that Brutus gave him as his squirming underbelly continued to fill up with the orc's body. The undercarriage, as it were, was much roomier for Brutus, though there was still no hope of him stretching his legs out during this voyage...hopefully it wouldn't take too long. It was late at night, and he didn't live too far away either. 15, maybe 20 minutes if things got weird? Although...they were already kind of weird...

Owing to his single wing, Kronos couldn't really fly, but he sure could run. And that's exactly what he started to do, using a section of the street specifically meant for taxis like him to avoid whatever traffic would be around this late at night! As the gryphon broke into a full on four-legged sprint, his lower belly really started to jostle and jerk around, that combined with the heat actually starting to make Brutus feel just a bit queasy...egh. The extra wiggle room was nice, but it was still a stomach, and that meant it was slimy and squelchy and overall just a bit of a sensory overload. As time went on and the orc got more used to the bumpy nature of this trip, though, it actually started to become a bit...relaxing. Like sleeping in the backseat on a road trip. The bumps became gentler as Kronos got into a rhythm as well, and Brutus even found himself slipping in and out of consciousness a few times, not from the alcohol, but just from the comfort of the situation...

With how drunk Brutus was, Kronos knew that he would soon pass out in his gut, so the gryphon decided to take a slightly more scenic route to his destination so that he could enjoy the lovely feeling of fullness down there for just a little bit longer! It being deep in the night meant Kronos didn't have to worry about exposing himself either; he didn't have to fight against his body's natural urges, so the swinging package between his legs was free to erect and harden up against the bulge in his gut as much as he wanted. This would probably be his last trip of the night, so he could go home and deal with this, honestly~

Brutus kept drifting in and out of dreamland as Kronos's gut sloshed and swayed around him, mostly just enjoying the ride as best he could until he felt everything around him come to a rather quick stop. A few seconds after that, the orc heard his name being called repeatedly, a tap to the walls that surrounded him enough to finally fully awaken the orc! "Sir! Sir, we're arriving soon. Prepare to exit through the rear..."

As soon as Brutus heard those words, he felt the gryphon's stomach suddenly tense up all around him, a very concerted effort by the taxi's body to start pushing the orc towards a very specific place; the duodenum. A sphincter slowly yawned open to grab onto any part of Brutus that came close enough, eventually finding a solid grip on the top of the orc's head and quickly *SSHglrp*ing half of his body right on through into Kronos's small intestine! The bird immediately moaned as he felt this weight transfer starting to take place, a good amount of it pushing and pressing right up against his sensitive, exposed member...! Thankfully, he was "parked" on the side of the road now, so it was a bit safer to indulge in that wonderful feeling while he waited for Brutus to work his way through the gryphon's deeper guts. Once the slimy flesh got a hold of the orc's body, it was clear that the only place he would be going was *out*. Well, after going deeper, at least!

This was Kronos's job (unless customers specifically asked to be coughed up instead of being sent all the way through), so the gryphon's body was very accustomed to pushing things through its intestines at an extremely fast rate. Brutus was being shoved and pushed through twists and turns of gryphon guts, the tightness and heat in Kronos's lower belly even more extreme than the first stomach he had slid through for a moment earlier. At least it wouldn't last too long, and at least the walls he was being bumped into and shoved through were made of pliant, squishy flesh instead of hardwood or concrete...

The heavy bulge pressing against Kronos's balls and shaft gradually shifted further and further back as Brutus was worked through twist after turn of the taxi's bowels. Eventually, he made the transition from small to large intestine, the orc very much appreciating the extra bit of wiggle room that came with the change of environment! As Kronos felt the weight shifting once again inside of his body, his lion-like tail lifted up and his tailhole started to dilate slightly, preparing for the orc's inevitable exit. "Mmh...just a biiit more in there sir, and we'll get you home~" Kronos said as he reached up to the sky and stretched his arms out once more while he waited. Unbeknownst to him, though he wasn't digesting Brutus at all, his bowels were absorbing a bit of the alcohol from the orc's body as he travelled through them. The process left the gryphon with an ever-so-slight, pleasant buzz that just accentuated all the good feelings he was already experiencing down there. It was...really nice, honestly.

Kronos's colon was doing a nice job of moving Brutus along, tight waves of peristalsis squeezing over every inch of his body, almost like an incredibly-strange massage...with the extra room in here, though, it honestly didn't feel half bad! The sounds of the outside world were gradually starting to trickle back into the orc's ear as he rounded the last few corners towards the exit. At this point, the trip and dismount had taken long enough that Brutus was starting to sober up, just a little bit, though it was kind of difficult to tell in the complete darkness he was surrounded by! "Ugh...I can't believe I paid for this..."

As if Kronos had somehow heard the orc's complaints, the bowels around Brutus suddenly tightened up and pushed even harder on his body, shoved forward through one last bend in the maze of flesh before some kind of light started to show at the end of this tunnel...was that a street light? He didn't remember a street light anywhere near his house...ah, whatever. Escape was just up ahead! Kronos grunted and leaned back on his haunches a little bit more in a sort of pseudo-squat, feeling his tailhole starting to dilate even more as Brutus's head sloooowly started to be released back into the outside world...ugh, if the orc was hard to swallow down, than it would be even harder to push him back out; it was far, far too late to take the other route, however. Gradually, painstakingly, Brutus felt the embrace of the cool night air starting to spread across the tip of his nose. Ahh, fresh air! The orc didn't know how much he missed it until he was deprived of it for so long. He still couldn't breathe in too much of it, considering that the bird's innards were still squeezing and compressing his chest rather tightly, but it was a welcome change nonetheless...

The gryph's pucker continued to clench and squeeze outwards, Brutus's entire face being framed by the tight ring of flesh as it worked on pushing the orc's head out...geez, the thing was so damn tight. It was like a hoodie with the straps pulled out as far as they could possibly go; in fact, it was even worse, because at least the fabric in a hoodie wasn't attached to a giant bird monster that he couldn't easily take off or force open!

"Haahhh...could you...hurry up?" Brutus asked, his words strange and quiet due to the fact that he could barely move his chin to open his mouth back here! "Y-yes, I'm, phew, working on it..." the bird replied a few seconds later, shifting his haunches a little bit to hopefully get some kind of assist from gravity, and to perhaps relieve some of the weight from his hind legs. The bird's knees were already wobbly, and he still had so much of Brutus to go...

Kronos grunted and pushed incessantly, feeling some relief as his pucker finally relaxed enough to allow Brutus's neck and shoulders to slide out. From there, it was a relatively simple process, just repeating the same movements over and over until Brutus was able to pull his arms out and help the process along a little bit...though he was still mostly just wiggling and pushing on Kronos's buttcheeks to do so! "Aah...don't be so rough back there...!" the taur said worriedly as he felt Brutus gripping and groping his cheeks with no subtlety whatsoever, using all his strength to help himself escape. Perhaps the orc didn't even realize what he was grabbing onto, really, just that it was his ticket out of the ride and into his house.

That extra bit of elbow grease helped quite a bit, and Brutus was free up to his chest in just a few seconds time. The slimy squelching only got louder as Brutus continued to slide out, his entire body coated in that stuff to the point he was almost shivering as he slipped out onto the pavement, finally released from Kronos's bowels and crumpled into a slimy heap underneath the gryphon's tail. Kronos turned around a few seconds later, looking down at the full-grown orc he had just ejected from his body with a professional smile. "Thank you for using Gryphon Taxi! That comes to $5.50, with an extra discount for how wiggly you were..."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." the orc said as he dug around in his pockets for a few moments, pulling out a wad of dollar bills that he was fairly sure was around 6:00 or $7. "Keep the c-change, pal..." he said as he quickly stuffed them into the bird's vest, a bit of slime dripping from the bills onto the pavement. His entire body wobbled from side to side as he slowly got up, both from the alcohol still coursing through his blood and the fact that he hadn't been able to use his legs for the past 20 minutes or so. The big oaf turned away and started to walk towards his apartment door, Kronos shifting his body just a bit to try and hide his arousal as he prepared to head home for the night himself.