New Years Eve






Series. Unser (T)Rausmchiff

Rating: PG, Humor

Codes: Kork, Schpuck, Schrotty, Die Pille

Summary: Sylvester on board



Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.




Star Date 2002-31-12 T’Len representing Captain Kork: It’s party-time


„I’m so horny, I’m so crazy, I’ll fuck the Anton from Tirol.“ Kork sang loudly – and incorrectly – as he glanced satisfied into his mirror. Yes, this leather-trousers-outfit was exactly the right for the Sylvester party at the hotel „Alpine rose“ on Ur-Anus.  Although he rather had preferred to wear this charming dirndl. Unfortunately he didn’t look favourable in it – not to say he looked fat.  He observed himself once more – and pulled just for safety his belly a little bit in. 


„Yeah, Captain, what takes you so long? “ Schpuck called from outside the cabin. Followed by a giggle from Die Pille. 


„What’s so humorous out there? “ Kork asked and stepped to his comrades. 


Die Pille pointed at Schrotty, who just approached them – in a pink rabbit costume. 


„Don’t giggle that stupid,“ he grumbled. „It was the only costume, that yet was available in my size“


“Did you confuse Sylvester with Easter? “ Schpuck asked and did hide his grin quickly behind a view into his pocket mirror. 


„You don’t look better. Heidi with such unshaved legs,“ Schrotty gave back.  Indeed, Schpuck looked with his mini-skirt and his braids not very respectfully. Die Pille with his old army uniform gaves a more respectful view then the others of the gang. 


„Stop it, girls! “ Kork commanded. „We’ve got to go. I don’t want be too late, otherwise the best the buffet is already gone.“




 „Schrotty, what’s wrong?“ Kork didn’t hide his displeasure and stepped impatiently from one foot to the other.  Next to him on the platform Schpuck glanced again into his mirror. Behind them, Die Pille hummed something incomprehensible. They stood there already for five minutes and still hadn’t beamed down. 


Schrotty shrugged helplessly with his shoulder. „We run out of our beam-contingent for this year, I fear.  Until new year we will be stucked here.“