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Slinging Night at the Feline Divine

for Taiko

by Draconicon

"Heh, I know you're excited Darl, but please, stop squirming."

Thimas smiled at the eager lion, shaking his head a few times as he applied the last bits of lubricant on his fingers to the lion's hole. The soft fur looked so wet by the time he was done, verging on slimy, but the older badger knew that it was better to be safe than sorry. Some of the Feline Divine's customers were rather well endowed, after all.

At least Sam wouldn't have the same problems. He turned to the anole in the other sling near the register, rubbing a hand against his twitching 'mustache' as he stifled a laugh. The reptilian cuntboy lay on his back rather than on his belly like the lion he'd just finished lubing, but that was for the better. Considering the sheer level of juices pouring from Sam's pussy, it would provide as much lubrication as the vial he'd used on Darl, if not more.

After wiping his hands on his apron, the badger affectionately rubbed the heads of the two business owners as he looked up at the clock. It was nearly 8 PM already.

"Almost time for slinging night, boys. Think you're ready for everything?"

Darl looked over his shoulder. Though his mane obscured his face, Thimas still caught sight of the lion's toothy grin.

"Can't wait, sir."

"Neither can I, sir."

"Good boys. We'll make sure that everyone remembers your place after this, won't we?"

Giving the two of them a good pat on the rump, Thimas watched as the slings went sliding along the new rail system installed on the ceiling. It hadn't been a cheap investment - and heavens knew how many musical lies he'd told to keep people from asking questions - but he felt that it was time to bring the Feline Divine into a new age. If Sam and Darl were going to draw customers, they needed to compete in a new way.

The badger adjusted the knot on the back of his apron - giving his bare backside a playful spank in the process - before walking through the dangling staff members. Weaving his way around the lion, anole, and other workers that were taking advantage of the new transportation system, Thimas made his way to the front door and peeled back the blinds.

He smiled at the long line that had already formed. It seemed that the surreptitious advertisements he'd passed out during the normal work day had found their way into the proper hands, after all. And from the look of the clientele, most of them were probably night-lifers, anyway. No real risk of them coming around during the day and hoping for a performance during more family-oriented hours.

Checking to make sure that he had his flute on him for any emergencies, the badger pulled open the door with a big smile on his face, playing up the gregarious host to the best of his ability.

"Hello everyone, and welcome to the first special event here at the Feline Divine: After Dark."

He pulled out a handful of punch cards, handing the first to the crocodile at the front of the line.

"Please keep hold of these tonight, everyone. For every menu item you order, you'll get a mark on your card. As someone who's sampled the 'forbidden fruits' of the owners, trust me, it's more than worth keeping for the reward at the end."

"Eh? What do you know, badger?"

"A lot, oh swimmer of the nile, a lot."

He smiled and winked at the crocodile, and chuckled at the slight pinch he felt on his rump as the reptile went past. Shaking his head, he continued passing out more of the cards as the line filed into the restaurant, people in ones and twos being taken by the suspended workers to different booths and tables throughout the main room.

It was immediately clear that the rail system was worth the investment. Aside from the sheer thrill of seeing naked males swinging around at anywhere from waist to head level, all with bare, lubed asses and hanging cocks always in view, the rail system also provided a way for the workers to get around without having to weave around each other, other customers, and the tables. He smiled as Sam in particular seemed to really get into it, shifting his body from side to side to adjust his course and height, almost flying between different customers to get them to their proper tables.

Looks like the last three weeks training settled in just fine...

Thankfully, the pile of punch cards lasted through the initial line, and as the last customer was seated, Thimas pulled out a sign. Adjusting the 'wait time' on it for 45 minutes in the future, the badger hung it from the outside of the door and shut it tight. Clapping to get everyone's attention, the badger pulled his flute from his pockets.

"Everyone, I want to thank you all for coming. It's wonderful to have you here for the first of our Slinging Nights. As you can see, we've put a lot of time and effort into getting everyone trained and - Willard, if you'd keep your hands off of Darl's ass, I'd appreciate that. Thanks.

"Before we all get started with our late night snacks and entertainment, I'd like to introduce you real quick to the owners of this fine establishment. Darl, Sam, would you mind?"

He waved to the collared lion and anole, and they swung their way up to the badger's side of the room. To his amusement, their legs remained spread, and their backsides faced the crowds. Just like they'd practiced. The badger reached down along their bodies, not quite touching their holes, but definitely framing them with his fingers. He spread Darl's ass cheeks enough to show off his hole, and Sam's pussy enough to show just how much the anole dripped.

"They're so very happy to have you here, as you can see. They've owned the Feline Divine for a long time now, and, well, I'm sorry to say that they're not doing as well as they need to." He sighed, leaning against the pair of them, the move also drawing his fingers closer to their holes, something not lost on the audience. "So, I decided to help them. A nice little themed night to draw in some new customers. I'm sure you understand, advertising and all?"

The crowd nodded at him, though he already knew they were barely paying attention. That was just fine with him. The badger smiled, the fingers of one hand circling Darl's slippery hole, while those on his other hand were so close to Sam's clit. The mesmerizing, circular motions of his hands drew the attention of the customers closer and closer.

Who says I need an instrument to keep someone's attention? I got all the tools I need right here.

"I know you'll all be on your best behavior tonight. After all, who would want to get thrown out of such a lovely place? And who would want to mistreat such lovely friends of mine? After all, they're being so good, so nice to put on a show for you. You should be very appreciative. Aren't you all appreciative?"

They slowly nodded as the badger's finger pressed lightly on the lion's hole, on the anole's pussy, each opening threatened with penetration.

"I'm glad we understand. Please, treat my friends with all the respect you can, and fill up those loyalty cards. I promise, when you've gotten those all punched up, you'll have a night that you won't soon forget."

Pulling his hands away, he gave his two friends another spank and set them back to work. The badger walked over to the cash register, knowing that more than a few eyes were on his own large-ish rump, and made sure to give them a bit of a swaying show before he got behind the counter again.

He was wiping his wet fingers on his apron again when he heard the smack of palm on flesh. Thimas looked up and immediately rolled his eyes.

"Willard, what did I just say?"

The hippo sitting all by his lonesome at one of the booths didn't even look embarrassed as he continued fondling Darl's ass. He looked past the hanging and hardening lion cock to glance at the badger.

"What? He's naked, and -"

"Fill up your punch card first, then you can have fun."

"Come on, teach."

"I'm not the band teacher anymore, Willard." He pulled his flute out, waving it warningly at the hippo. "But that doesn't mean I can't put a certain hippo in 'detention' if he keeps ignoring the rules."

Almost immediately the hippo's hand flew away, going back to his lap. Predictably, Thimas heard a number of things being rattled off as an order, and he shook his head with a grin. The pattern was repeating all over the place, customers placing as many orders as they could in order to fill up their punch cards. This was going to be an interesting night to say the least.

A muffled squeak brought his attention away from the register again. He saw a pair of black bears pulling the sole human in the establishment - David, he believed Darl had called him - towards one of the private booths. Thimas hopped over the counter with a soft grunt, interposing himself between them and their destination.

"Pardon me, but I have to ask you something."

The bears groaned, one nodding towards the slung-up human.

"Come on, we've been waiting for a chance for months this good. My brother and I -"

"Just need to fill up your punch card and show it to me, and you can have some fun."

The bears blinked, and Thimas smiled. Pests they might have been, but they were still paying customers, and this was a night where new things needed to be tried. He might as well start here.

As they fumbled for their card, Thimas whipped out his flute and puffed a sharp note through it. The entire place froze at the tune, and he pointed the end of the silver instrument towards an orca that was tip-toeing up behind Sam.

"Punch card, Keremy, punch card."

"But I'm broke!"

"Sorry, but those are the rules. Besides, I'm sure you can find someone here willing to make an...arrangement, with you."

He smiled indulgently but firmly at the barefoot orca, waving his flute to get the chubby guy back to his seat. Sam was already sliding off towards the kitchen to deposit an order as Thimas took the punch card from the bears. He quickly looked at it, and chuckled. One of the holes in the card was most definitely a claw punch rather than a genuine purchase punch.

"I don't really like cheaters, but I'll make an exception...just this once."

"Tha-"

"But no anal. Oral's fine, but anything further is off limits."

The bears grumbled but agreed, and Thimas stepped out of the way. As he looked around the rest of the room, he saw a surprising number of punch cards getting filled up.

Hmmm...I didn't think of this. Too many customers, not enough workers -

"Hey, badger!"

Thimas turned, then slowly looked up at the big crocodile who'd been at the front of the line. The reptile had his punch card in hand, completely filled up, and there was more than enough dessert cream on the big guy's face to show how he'd spent his money.

"Yes?"

"The card work on you, too?"

Hmm. Definitely didn't think of that.

"Technically, yes. But as I am kind of acting manager for Darl and Sam tonight, you'll have to wait until I can set someone up to watch the floor."

"Heh, go ahead. I'll wait."

And considering what he saw both from the front and the back of the crocodile, Thimas was pretty sure he'd enjoy himself whatever the crocodile had in mind. He nodded, smiling as he went back to the cash register.

Slinging Night might have a few issues to work out, but so far, it was looking to be a success.

The End