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2024 Celebration
2 years ago
2024 had finally arrived; everyone having partied all night till the New Year Ball dropped. None, however, partied as hard as the Corduroy gals as they hosted quite the gathering for their Year End Party. The girls wanted to do a “Rear End” Party, inspired by a certain feline their mother had met during a trip to her deceased husband’s hometown of Patriarch… but, of course, the baby sister shut it down rather quickly.
The following day, however, the ladies got an idea to do a New Year’s afterparty just because they still had enough energy (and time off from work/school) to spare. Though not everyone could attend, there were still many who came. As they prepped, everything seemed to be in order… that is, until…
Oria: What in the hell do y’all think you’re doing?!
Chrisann: (groans) What’s the problem now, party pooper?
Oria: What’s the problem? What’s the problem?! What the hell do y’all think you’re wearing?!?!
To commemorate the holiday, the matriarch and older sisters wore big top hats and sashes with “2024” slung over their right shoulders. That, however, wasn’t the reason why the youngest daughter was so upset; no… it was because the older ladies where were two-piece bikinis that barely covered their curvaceous bodies with tops colored black and white, and gold for the bottoms.
Chevelle: Hey! The deal was that we wouldn’t do the “Rear End” Party.
Monica: Which is still a rip if you asked me.
Oria: Well, I didn’t ask you! Honestly , do you really have to wear… this?
Charo: I don’t know why you’re so worked up, it’s not as though we’re naked. As fun as that might be.
Eloise: You’ve got a choice, is with this….
Oria: Or….
Eloise: Nothing at all.
Oria: WHAT?!?! You can’t be serious!!!
Eloise: Those are your choices, young lady, and as your mother, you either pick one now, or we pick for you. What’s it going to be?
Brigitte: Seems as though you have very little options.
Oria: Et tu, Brigitte?
Brigitte: I’m not as boisterous as mama or our older sisters, but even I know when to have a good time.
The youngest Corduroy glared at her sisters and mother; did they really have to act this way during this time? Though she still wanted to protest, her mother gave her a stern look… one that made it clear there was no arguing against l. Though hesitant, the young hyena sighed in defeat.
Oria: All right, fine. You win.
Eloise: Knew you’d see it our way, honey. Now, (takes out another top hat, sash and two piece) it’s time for you join us.
Oria: Nu-uh! No way! That’s not happening any time soon! You’re not dressing me like a trollop!
Chevelle: Okay, if that’s your choice, we’ll forget about it after I finished this speech... (she placed a hand on her younger sister’s shoulder) Grab her!
Soon, all the sisters apprehended Oria, who struggled against her sisters’ superior strength, mainly Chevelle’s
Oria: No! Stop it! I don’t wanna! Let me go!
Eloise: Don’t fight it, Sugar, it’s for your own good.
Now normally, Eloise wasn’t a fan of her cubs’ tomfoolery, but she did want her youngest to get out of her comfort zone. As the youngest was taken away, the mother hyena filled them to help “dressing” the youngest.
No matter the holiday, it was never a dull moment wit the Corduroys.
Happy 2024 all!
The following day, however, the ladies got an idea to do a New Year’s afterparty just because they still had enough energy (and time off from work/school) to spare. Though not everyone could attend, there were still many who came. As they prepped, everything seemed to be in order… that is, until…
Oria: What in the hell do y’all think you’re doing?!
Chrisann: (groans) What’s the problem now, party pooper?
Oria: What’s the problem? What’s the problem?! What the hell do y’all think you’re wearing?!?!
To commemorate the holiday, the matriarch and older sisters wore big top hats and sashes with “2024” slung over their right shoulders. That, however, wasn’t the reason why the youngest daughter was so upset; no… it was because the older ladies where were two-piece bikinis that barely covered their curvaceous bodies with tops colored black and white, and gold for the bottoms.
Chevelle: Hey! The deal was that we wouldn’t do the “Rear End” Party.
Monica: Which is still a rip if you asked me.
Oria: Well, I didn’t ask you! Honestly , do you really have to wear… this?
Charo: I don’t know why you’re so worked up, it’s not as though we’re naked. As fun as that might be.
Eloise: You’ve got a choice, is with this….
Oria: Or….
Eloise: Nothing at all.
Oria: WHAT?!?! You can’t be serious!!!
Eloise: Those are your choices, young lady, and as your mother, you either pick one now, or we pick for you. What’s it going to be?
Brigitte: Seems as though you have very little options.
Oria: Et tu, Brigitte?
Brigitte: I’m not as boisterous as mama or our older sisters, but even I know when to have a good time.
The youngest Corduroy glared at her sisters and mother; did they really have to act this way during this time? Though she still wanted to protest, her mother gave her a stern look… one that made it clear there was no arguing against l. Though hesitant, the young hyena sighed in defeat.
Oria: All right, fine. You win.
Eloise: Knew you’d see it our way, honey. Now, (takes out another top hat, sash and two piece) it’s time for you join us.
Oria: Nu-uh! No way! That’s not happening any time soon! You’re not dressing me like a trollop!
Chevelle: Okay, if that’s your choice, we’ll forget about it after I finished this speech... (she placed a hand on her younger sister’s shoulder) Grab her!
Soon, all the sisters apprehended Oria, who struggled against her sisters’ superior strength, mainly Chevelle’s
Oria: No! Stop it! I don’t wanna! Let me go!
Eloise: Don’t fight it, Sugar, it’s for your own good.
Now normally, Eloise wasn’t a fan of her cubs’ tomfoolery, but she did want her youngest to get out of her comfort zone. As the youngest was taken away, the mother hyena filled them to help “dressing” the youngest.
No matter the holiday, it was never a dull moment wit the Corduroys.
Happy 2024 all!
ProfesseurRenard
~professeurrenard
Heh, poor Oria.
