Ballroom - Party Animals


Monday finally came, and Sam, the bellhop, was beyond ready to hold the fort. "Piece o' cake," he mumbled to himself. At the desk lies an enormous phone, specifically made for communication within the San Venosa. The phone rings and Sam answers it. "Room service." 
"Is this the new guy?" said a rat on the other line.
"Yes, it is. My name is Samuel. Samuel Bishop."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Edd Sallis, Head Chef. Can you do us a favor?"
"I guess."
"There is a big birthday party in the ballroom and we've worked so hard on an enormous cake for the party that all of us in the kitchen are too tired to deliver it." 
"You're wanting me to deliver it?"
"You took the words right out of my mouth. We've gone as far as boxing it and placing it outside the kitchen door. Once you find it, you do the rest."
"Okay." Sam walked to the kitchen entrance and sure enough, there was the cake, about as tall as he was, and with a double-chocolate flavor. At first, he struggled to get the cake onto the cart, but he eventually and effortlessly moves the cart to the ballroom. Inside the ballroom, there was a party, and what a party it was! The cubs inside were stark naked and expressing uncontainable energy in all sorts of naughty ways. The fact that there were no adults to monitor them added to the chaos. All Sam could do was screech, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?!?!?!" 
Suddenly, the cubs froze, looked around and found Sam. They started to cry, and Sam continued, "There are no adults, everyfur is naked and being very naughty as a result, and I'm standing here, ranting about how better behaved you could, and should, be. It's crazy!" He was walking closer and closer to a supply closet, and he tripped over a sleeping cub, a fox, and fell backwards, right through the open door of the closet. Items left and right fell on him, among them an open bottle filled with a kind of stagnant water, which spilled on Sam.
The sleeping cub, presumably the birthday boy himself, woke up and closed the door. Then, he saw the box, opening it to find the cake. They all flocked towards the giant pastry, with the birthday boy climbing onto another cub just to get to the top and get the first taste, but before he could, a woman, his mother, emerged from it. She, too, was naked. Very quickly, she swooped him up, stepped out of the cake and lay in the corner of the ballroom with her son by her side.
"How's your birthday so far?" she asked.
"Oh, very well," he replied. "We're all having fun."
"I can see. Especially those two over there." She turned the boy's attention to two cub sibings, brother and sister, near the projection screen. They were yiffing, and enjoying it. Just then, the boy's father walked in, another naked guest.
"Aren't you gonna let me have some cake?"
"I have a more special treat for such a special boy." She was offering him a drink from her breast, and he could not help but say yes. He suckled at it as if he was born to. The closet door suddenly opened, and out came Sam, 20 years younger and naked like the others. Even the mother acts as if she had never seen him. "Would you like a drink?" she asked Sam. He, too, became powerless against his instincts and suckled at her other breast. He and the birthday boy were full of breastmilk in only a minute. Afterward, she notices how overwhelmed Sam is by her beauty. "I'd invite you for some love," she said to him, "But I've already booked my son to go back to the hole he came out of." 
"And I was going to back him up." said the birthday boy's father.
"I can still watch, right?" Sam asked. 
"Please do." The other cubs, overfilled with cake, watched the birthday boy and his parents be the naughtiest they could be that day, having sex in front of the rest and cleaning up the subsequent mess. A hand grabbed Sam's arm and dragged him to a corner. The hand revealed to be attached to an otter that looked like him, only she was female. "Do you wanna do what they just did?" she asked. He nodded yes, forgetting all about the hotel's bellboy policy. They lay down and yiffed for three minutes, they had almost no mess to clean up.
"Call me," she whispered.
Sam slowly walked back into the closet and walked into the hall in his adult form, fully dressed, with an empty cart and almost no memory of what had happened.