“Honey…Sweetie…You’ve gotta get uu-up.” A calm, sing-songy voice carried daddy duck out of his slumber and into waking life. Rubbing his eyes with his wings, he looked over and noticed that mommy duck was already up and dressed for her busy day.


“Did I oversleep? What time is it?” Daddy duck stretched his wings and let out an involuntary yawn.


“Only a little… It’s about ten, and your father’s going to be here any minute, so I suggest you get made up and come down for breakfast before he arrives. I can get a bowl of cereal made for you if you’d like.”


“Oh, that would be great,” he replied, lightly rubbing his empty belly.


“Alright then, I’ll go put that together and check for your father’s car outside.” 


“Thank you. I’ll head down as soon as I can conjure the power to pull myself out of bed,” he joked and made his wife giggle on her way out of the bedroom. “I haven’t seen dad in a while, now,” he started talking to himself. “I hope he’ll be proud of my family and me.”


After about a minute longer of enjoying his comfortable mattress and fluffy covers, daddy duck finally mustered the self-discipline it took to get out of bed. His eyes hung low and tired as he made his way out into the hall and down the stairs, where his kids were sitting in the kitchen.


“Good morning, you two,” he greeted between yawns. Brother and sister duck were finishing the last bits of their cereal, and they almost spit the milk from their beaks when they saw what their father was wearing. Or…rather what he *wasn’t* wearing. Sister duck gasped and went red.


“PENIS!” The little boy duck identified the organ in front of him loud and proud, sending a shock through daddy duck’s body that almost certainly helped him finish waking up.


“What?” He was confused, but he looked where his son was pointing and saw…oh gosh! He had no pants on! There was his penis, out in the open and fully har—WAIT! He was totally…erect! Right in front of both of his kids! Although he recoiled only slightly after realizing this, the movement still caused his boner to bounce around. The two little ducks at the table watching all of this unfold were absolutely entranced by this paternal nudity. Sister duck had an especially intimate view of her dad’s stiff bird-bringer; the tip was pointed directly towards her, and the pink glans almost hypnotized her with its funny shape and visible pee-hole.


Immediately, or at least, immediately after recovering from his shock, he hid his morning wood from their view. “S-Sorry! Did you two, uh…see…anything?” Both of them nodded, brother duck with an amused grin and sister duck still sporting a blush and concealing her beak with a free wing.


“What’s going on over here—AH!” Mommy duck walked into the kitchen and was quite surprised by the scene in front of her. Not only was her husband naked in front of the kids, but he was also…aroused? She was only used to seeing his pecker this way while they were alone in the bedroom; it definitely wasn’t something the kids should be seeing! “Put some pants on, for duck’s sake!”


Brother and sister duck gasped at their mother’s blatant use of such harsh language.


“Sorry!!! Right away, honey!” daddy duck spun around and ran back towards the stairs he descended from only a minute earlier. His erection bounced in every which direction before his big feathery butt cheeks were all his family saw scurrying away and back up to his bedroom. The kids couldn’t help continuing their giggling despite their mother’s stern expression. 


“Dad has a such huge butt, doesn’t he?” brother duck joked with a grin. His sister broke out into louder laughter after he said this, but their mother seemed to be having none of their shenanigans.


“Cool it with the butt-talk, you two,” she sternly requested. “And all the naked stuff in general! It sounds like your grandfather’s car just pulled up outside, and I don’t think he wants the first thing he hears from his grandchildren after this long to be about butts and weenies.”


*Snicker* 


Daddy duck made it to the top of the stairs and scurried back into the sanctity of his bedroom. He let out a cute combination of a sigh and a quack and slouched his naked butt against the door.


“*Quaaack*… How could I have possibly let that happen? They saw it…totally hard!” He didn’t know if it was the stress of seeing his dad for the first time in a while or from staying up too late the night before getting the house ready, but he was obviously not thinking straight. Somewhat begrudgingly, he looked down to check if his ‘problem’ was still a problem…and it was. Seriously? Right when his dad was about to arrive? Although he was frustrated about it, he figured that he couldn’t take the intimate measures required to fix it in the limited time he had, so he just stepped over to his dresser and searched for a lower garment.


“Sweetie, come down! Your father is here!” he heard his wife’s voice call from downstairs.


“Shoot, shoot!” Hurriedly, he rummaged through his drawer and pulled out a pair of black exercise shorts. 


“Honeyyy!!!”


“Just a second!! Hmph, these’ll have to do for now…” He stepped his orange feet into them and tugged them up over his waist. Although in this position, his ducky-dong was tenting his pants to an almost comedic degree, so he quickly tucked it upwards to be restrained by the elastic waistband. “There, that’s better.” The now decent duck hurried out of his room and back down the stairs, checking in the reflection of the family portraits lining the walls if the feathers on his head looked alright. Once he landed in the kitchen, he couldn’t find his kids, but he could see the familiar face he’d been waiting for. “Dad!”


Standing in the entrance to the kitchen was a much older looking duck. He was still a bit chubby, much like his offspring, and was sporting a Hawaiian shirt with khaki shorts.


“Son! It’s wonderful to see you!” Grandpa duck started to walk across the kitchen to give his son a hug, but before he could…”You look so—“


*fwip!* “Hehehehehehe!”


“WAH!” Grandpa exclaimed in absolute shock. “So…*excited*? To see me?”


Ah, so *that’s* where the kids were. Waiting to pull down his shorts right in front of his dad. Just…wonderful. He would be feeling pretty mad at his kids if it weren’t for the overwhelming, gut-wrenching embarrassment that was currently hijacking his senses. Was *every* member of his immediate family going to see him like this? Not only with his private parts on full display but also at their ‘full potential’? He tried to cover his shame with his big, fluffy wings, but he knew that his dad had already seen everything. The old bird’s eyes seemed to be glued to that usually covered area, after all. Daddy duck’s face flushed thinking about the last time his dad would’ve seen him like this. Of course, he’d seen his naked bits plenty of times while he was growing up, but he couldn’t recall if he had ever seen them…*aroused* like this. His pink glans, his pert ballsack, the little twitches aligning with his heartbeat; he was just relieved he finally gained the sense to cover up, although it was after grandpa duck had already gotten a good, long look.


“Wait, no!!” He tried to explain, pushing his thighs together and bending over to see his son and daughter, each with a wing on either side of his shorts around his ankles. “What did you do that for?!” 


The little duckies released their grips and ran into the other room, giggling deviously. “Just wait until your mother hears about this!” He tugged the shorts back up to conceal his boner again, unable to make eye contact with his father. “Where is she, anyway?”


Grandpa duck laughed heartily at what he was seeing. “She’s just helping to carry my luggage in from the car. And don’t worry about them, son. They’re just being curious is all,” he reassured him. “They might need a quick lesson about their privates after they saw the state yours were in, though.”


“Yeah…about that, I just…It was just morn—“


“—I don’t want to be too rude about it, but I figured you’d have grown a little more!”


“WHA?!” Daddy duck was shocked at his father’s brazen comment.


“I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s still a nice penis! It’s got that trademark orange stripe, and your head’s just as pink as I remember, almost a little red this time since it was…y’know…”


“Whatareyousayingtomewhyareyoutalkingtomeaboutmypenis?!?!” 


To prevent his son from foaming at the mouth and collapsing, Grandpa duck changed the subject back to something a little less…painfully humiliating.


“I’m just pullin’ your wing! No need to get all fussed up about it,” he smiled and patted daddy duck on the arm. “We’re gonna get the stuff unloaded from the car, and then I think your wife was saying something about needing to take me on some errands. We’re supposed to be getting dinner for tonight, if I’m not mistaken.”


It took a minute for daddy duck to recover, but he eventually felt his cheeks cool down and his heart slow to its regular pace. “Oh…alright,” he readjusted his shorts which showed an obvious tent after hastily pulling them back up seconds earlier.


“And I think she mentioned that she wanted you to watch the younguns while we were out. Will you be alright here? With your corkscrew all sprung out like that, I mean?”


“D-Dad! ….yes, I’ll be fine!” Daddy duck folded his wings and looked downward bashfully. “Just…stop bringing it up! I’m a grown ducky!”


“Hah, I’ll say!” Shoot, he really waddled right into that one, didn’t he.


“Alright, I’ve got all the stuff from your car brought in,” the guys of the family heard mommy duck’s voice entering the room. “Sweetie, could you—oh!” She was a little surprised to see that her husband’s morning wood still persisted. “You’re still h…uh…you can watch the kids while your dad and I are away, right?”


Daddy duck felt more embarrassment resurface when he saw that mommy duck couldn’t take her eyes off of the tent in his shorts. “Y-Yes! We were just…talking. Feel free to get going! as quickly as possible, please…”


“Alright, are you ready, grandpa duck?” she asked.


“Not as ‘ready’ as your husband here,” he joked, then lightly slapped his son’s tent with his wing.


“QUAck!!” Daddy duck almost fell over from the shock of the personal touch. And it happened right in front of his wife, too! What kind of family would she think they had? And *why* did his dad have to do that?! His cheeks burned hotter and hotter; he just wanted a break from all of the embarrassment for a bit. “W-Wings off! I’m sensitive there, y’know!”


“We can see that,” he gave one last quip with a hearty laugh and finally walked over to mommy duck.


“Yes…uh…we’ll be back in about one hour. Try to have the kids do a healthy activity like drawing instead of just sitting around watching Youtube like they normally do, alright?”


“I’ll try my best,” Daddy duck smiled nervously to them before they walked out the door and hopped in the car. And before he knew it, they were off. “Phew. That was…a lot.” He looked back down to curse his overactive penis, but was irritated to find out that it had finally gone back down. “Ugh, perfect timing. Ki-ids! Come in here!” Daddy duck decided to get started on his babysitting task. Brother and sister duck’s flippers slapped into the kitchen in record time, smiles on their beaks. 


“We’re sorry about pantsing you, daddy,” they apologized in unison and made their cute ducky eyes to sway their father from thinking of any punishment.


“That’s alright…” he forgave them, but he wasn’t going to let them off that easily. “You’ve gotta do something for me now, though.”


“Awww,” Brother duck seemed a little upset, but both he and his sister were listening to what their father had to say next.


“Instead of sitting around on the computer, I want you two to have fun with…uh…drawing!” he explained. “Could you do that for me while daddy picks out his outfit for the day?”


“Ugh, fine,” they settled. It wasn’t the *worst* thing to do in the world. And who knows? Maybe it would be kinda fun!


“I think the paints and stuff are in the dresser in the living room. You guys get started and I’ll be back down in a few minutes to check on you, alright?”


“Yes, dad,” they said together again. They raced off to get started on their activity, and daddy duck finally had the opportunity for a little alone time. Not *that* kind of alone time, just…some time to destress. He was still feeling nervous and exposed in his thin layers of bed wear, so he was excited to get more protection between his private parts and the outside world.


While he went up the stairs and back into his room, the kids were working on finding where the arts and crafts supplies were. Soon enough, sister duck found them stashed away where her dad said they’d be, so she and her brother got them out and set them on the floor.


“What are you drawing in art class right now?” she casually asked her brother.


“Yesterday, we worked on our forest project,” he said. “I drew so many trees I thought my wings were gonna fall off!”


“Haha, I remember that project! Don’t worry, soon you’ll do the more fun stuff like clay sculpting,” she assured him. Being the good one-year-ahead sister she was, sister duck was always happy to fill her brother in on what he was going to encounter in school. “So, what do you wanna paint?” She arranged the paints out on the table and squirted a little of the black into a paint-stained plate that had obviously been used many times before.


“Uhh…I dunno…” he wondered, lost in thought. He really did have no idea what he was going to make to show his sister. Brother duck wasn’t much of an artist, and he always found himself amazed by how much more creative talent his older sister had. Maybe instead of making his own art, he could assist his sister with hers somehow. “Wait, I have an idea!”


“Oh? You know what to draw?”


“No! But I have an idea of what *you* should draw,” he said with a giggle. Right then, he stood up from the ground, hooked his wingtips into his shorts and pulled them straight down, right in front of his sister! “You should paint me naked!”


“Woah!” she politely tried to shield her eyes but ended up putting her wing down and just staring at her brother’s sudden display. “I…I should?”


“Yeah, it’ll be fun!” he cheered, wiggling his hips back and forth to make the view more interesting.


“Ummm, okay!” It was hard to take her eyes off of her brother’s special bird parts, but she managed to grab the yellow and black paints and squirted them out so she could get started. It wasn’t too often that she’d get to see her brother like this. When they were a bit younger, he would often run around the house completely naked, but as they got further into elementary school, the behavior was discouraged by their parents a little more than it used to be. Now, here he was, a little bird with his little worm buried right between his chubby little hips.


“Can you see it alright?” he asked, grabbing onto his shirt. “I can take everything off if it’ll help!”


“Oh! Uh…maybe that would be better?” she didn’t want to sound too eager about it, but she did secretly want to see what he looked like totally in the buff.


“Okay!” He happily removed his t-shirt and stepped out of his shorts and underwear. Sister duck watched closely while her brother’s package shifted and wiggled during this process. “How’s that?” he asked with his eyes closed and wings proudly on his hips.


“Uh, great! Hold still, okay?” This was turning out to be a pretty fun day so far! Not only did she get to see her dad’s naked penis first thing in the morning, but now she was also getting a front row seat in the art modeling demonstration her little brother was putting on. Being one of the only two penises she’d seen that day, it was no wonder that her mind wandered directly to comparing it with the last one.


First of all, her brother’s looked quite a bit smaller. It’s not like her dad’s was long or anything, in fact it was pretty short if she was remembering correctly, but her brother’s was much, much smaller, just a little nub. She wondered if other animals were any different when it came to their ‘sizes’. Did the bunnies, bears, and beavers in her class at school all have different-looking… things? Maybe they all looked the same? But that wouldn’t make sense, since different animals look so different from each other…


“Uh…sis?”


“YES!” she snapped out of her little trance. “Yes, sorry! I’ll get started.” 


While all of this lewdness was taking place, daddy duck was standing in front of the dresser in his room, indecisive as ever. He didn’t want to be *too* dressy with things; it was just his dad visiting, after all. Whatever he was going to choose, though, he’d have to take off what he was currently wearing. No one was there in the room with him, so he felt much more comfortable stripping down to his birthday suit.


His shorts and tank top dropped unceremoniously on the ground and left the duck in just his feathers. The stillness of the silent room helped him feel more relaxed in this very vulnerable state, especially after what had happened just minutes earlier. He took a look down and saw his flaccid penis ‘n’ pouch, just as he remembered them. 


“Well, I think it’d be smart to wear something I could actually hide a boner in,” he figured. “But I need to find a good shirt, too.”


Daddy duck spent the next twenty minutes sifting through his drawers and trying on different combinations of trousers and tops, unsure if he would ever find a suitable outfit. As he was finalizing his decision, sister duck was getting close to finishing what might have been her finest work. 


It really looked just like her brother on the paper in front of her! Except that instead of being a clothed and dignified likeness, it was an embarrassingly revealing full-body showcase. Anyone who saw what she had painted would be able to make out her brother’s whole ducky body, including his bright yellow feathers and every inch of his body that they covered. 


“Okay…I think I’m about done!” she let him know.


“Oh thank gosh, I was about to go craaazy from standing still for so long,” he sighed in relief and relaxed his body. “So…how does it look?”


“I dunno, you tell me!” Sister duck asked, holding her art up so her brother could see.


“…woah…Yeah, that’s me alright! And you can see my wiener!” he exclaimed with glee.


“Hahaha, yeah, you can!”


“Let’s show dad!” he suggested.


“Show dad? Uh…that might not be a good idea—“


“DAAAAAA-AAAAAAD! Come down here!” Brother duck quacked at the top of his lungs.


Up in his room, daddy duck had just chosen which underwear he wanted and pulled them up to conceal his nethers. Suddenly, he could hear his son calling him down. Was he okay? He didn’t want anything to happen while his wife was away! The rest of his clothes could wait; he had to check!


Quickly, daddy duck rushed down the stairs. “Are you two okay?!” he asked, overreacting a little.


“Yeah, we’re fine, just come in here!” he heard his son’s voice from the living room.


*Phew, thank goodness*. Just as he was about to leave the kitchen for the living room, however, he heard a soft, electronic buzzing.


*vvvvrt, vvvvrt, vvvvrt!*


“What the—?” Daddy duck looked to where he assumed to be the source of the buzzing and saw that it was from a phone sitting on the kitchen counter. “Whose phone is this again?” He picked it up and saw that one of his daughter’s friends was making a video call to her. Not thinking before he acted, daddy duck answered the phone call. 


“Hey giiirl! —Gah! Mr. Duck! Is your daughter there?” the teal bird on the other end of the line asked. “And why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”


“Ah! Yes, uh, sorry, I’ll bring you right over to her,” Daddy duck said. He pressed the button to flip the camera around (so she wouldn’t be staring at his exposed chest; he was feeling a little weird about it), and he walked into the living room, kind of curious about what his children had painted so far. Needless to say, he was a little surprised to walk in on his son standing completely naked in front of his daughter. And he wasn’t the only one who saw it. Daughter duck’s friend on the other end of the video call let out a gasp when brother duck appeared on her screen naked as the day he was hatched!


“Kids! What in the world are you doing?” Daddy duck wasn’t really angry, but he sure as heck was confused. He stepped over to his daughter and passed her phone off before taking another look at brother duck to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things. Well, he was seeing *things*, just…in a different sense. He checked around for clues that might’ve been able to answer his question, seeing brother duck’s pile of clothes on the ground and…was that a painting? Of…him? He could see his penis in it! And his balls! “Did you…paint your brother totally naked?”


Daughter duck really didn’t know what to say. Between her underwear-clad father and her friend on video chat, a cat had caught her tongue. “I-I-I,” she stammered, getting drowned out by her friend’s giggling coming from the phone.


“It’s okay! I-It’s fine,” daddy duck reassured her, “it’s just…….why?”


“‘Cause we thought it’d be fun!” Brother duck cheered. “Look, you can see my weenie in it! And my nutsack!”


“Yes, son, I can see that,” he said a little blankly. 


“And so can I!” said the voice from the phone. “Hey, turn me a little to the left so I can see your dad again! It looked like he wasn’t wearing much!”


Figuring it wouldn’t be polite to show her naked brother for much longer, sister duck did as her friend suggested and turned to give a view of her dad.


“Wha—?! No, no!” Too late. Daughter duck had already turned the camera to capture him standing there in a fresh pair of tighty whities.


“Hahahaha! Nice outfit, Mr. Duck!”


*CLICK* 


It sounded like someone took a screenshot. “Hey, don’t look!” Daddy duck’s face went red as he realized his vulnerability. He covered his underwear with his wings and sheepishly smiled at the camera, hoping his audience would just laugh it off and move on. They were laughing, alright, but one member had an idea that he wasn’t going to end up liking.


“Wait, I just thought of something!” Brother duck said. Suddenly, he walked into the frame, rubbing his wings together deviously. “How about you paint both of us?”


With a quick swipe downwards, the aforementioned tighty whities were now around daddy duck’s ankles. Thank goodness his wings were still covering his crotch! Or…they *were* covering his crotch, but the shock of feeling his only garment get yanked to the floor made him jump and throw his wings up as a reaction. And everyone there (and on the phone) was watching this all play out up close. 


“Woah, it’s Mr. Duck’s penis!” the girl on the phone shouted.


“Don’t forget his balls, too!” Brother duck added on. 


“AHH! Stop it! Don’t look!” As quickly as he could, daddy duck bent over to retrieve his fallen modesty. The kids all got one last look at his pecker ’n eggs flopping back into his underwear before their attention went to his embarrassed face. His beak looked like it was quivering, and he couldn’t seem to focus his eyes on anything in particular. “I-I-I….I’M TAKING A SHOWER!”


In the blink of an eye, daddy duck made a 180 and high-tailed it straight back up the stairs. Thankfully for his audience, not one of them blinked, and they all saw his ducky cheeks jiggling on the way out. They were practically falling out of his underwear! The hummingbird on the phone didn’t know if she’d ever seen her own parents in such an embarrassing situation, so she made a point to remember what her friend’s dad looked like in his private and humiliating state.


Upon reaching the top of the stairs, daddy duck found himself completely winded. He couldn’t remember the last time he ran that fast, but then again, he also couldn’t remember the last time he was this red in the face. Thank goodness it was just his underwear this time, but it’s not like it wasn’t still *super* embarrassing. He figured it could’ve been worse, though. In some alternate reality, he might’ve ended up in just his feathers in front of his whole extended family, with his kids, wife, dad, cousins, aunts, and uncles getting a front row seat to the exhibition. As daddy duck took a deep breath and prepared for the shower he was going to take, he thought of how lucky he was that two of the members from his anxious hypothetical were off running errands. *I wonder what they’re getting for dinner…*


—————


“I wonder what we’re getting for dinner!” was actually grandpa duck’s first comment after sitting in the passenger’s seat and closing the car door.


“Well…that’s the thing,” Mommy duck started to explain. “I’ve actually already made dinner for tonight. I’ve got it stashed away in the back of the freezer.”


“You do? Where are we going, then?” Grandpa duck asked, seeing that she started driving in the direction of the highway. 


“I didn’t want to say anything while we were in the house in case Daddy duck might’ve heard, but we’re actually on our way to the airport.”


“The airport?!” Grandpa duck sounded pretty surprised. “Who in the world are we getting there?”


“We’re going to be picking up a couple animals who you might be familiar with. Do you happen to remember a tanuki named Hiro? And maybe a squirrel named Shirley?” she asked.


“Hiro…Shirley…wait a second, do you mean my son’s friends? From when he was just a little duckling?”


“Yep! I reached out to them and told them to come and visit us here! When they said they were free to come on the day you were arriving, I thought it’d be fun to all gather together, like a good mix of the old and the new!”


“Wow, that sounds like a fine idea!” Mommy duck was thankful that grandpa duck reacted well to the surprise. “I remember those little ruffians getting up to all sorts of shenanigans.”


“Oh, really? That’s great! You’ll have to share some stories after we pick them up,” she suggested.


“Yes! I’ll need their help to remember some of the finer details, so this’ll be the perfect time to fill you in.”


In the time that all the ducky artwork and nudity was taking place at home, mommy and grandpa duck had made it all the way to the airport. They both scanned the curb of the pickup lane, looking for the tanuki and squirrel in question. It wasn’t long before that specific pair appeared in their line of sight. Grandpa rolled down the window and smiled to the faces he started to recognize.


“Shirley? Hiro?”


“Hi there!” Hiro smiled and waved with the squirrel next to him.


“Howdy, Mr. duck! Long time no see!”


Mommy duck pulled the car over and got out to greet the guests. “Hello, you two! Thank you both so much for making the time to come out here!” She hugged and squeezed them both.


“For a chance to catch up with ol’ ducky,” Shirley said, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”


“It’s nice to see each other again, too. I actually haven’t seen Shirley for about two years!” Hiro admitted.


“Well, we can chat more after we load up and get out of the pickup lane,” mommy duck suggested. “I’ll help you with your luggage.”


After loading their bags into the car, the group was off to surprise daddy! But not before sharing some stories about the duck they loved so much.


”So neither of you have seen ‘ducky’ recently, correct?” mommy duck asked to clarify.


“Yeah, it’s been a while!” Hiro replied for them. “We’re kind of wondering what he’s been up to all this time.”


“Yeah! Do you have any more pictures of your family with you? I remember you sent a couple over, but we’re just curious if you’ve got more,” Shirley asked.


“Oh, I should! They’d be in my phone, but I can’t really be on my phone right now. Grandpa duck, could you unlock this and go into the photos app for them?” she asked, pulling her phone out of her purse and passing it off.


“Uh, I sure can try, but I’m not the best with technology,” grandpa warned.


“Thank you, the password’s 3825.”


“3-8-2-5. And then I just tap on the one that says photos?”


“That should do it!” Mommy duck assured him. “We went to the waterpark recently! You could show them some pictures from there if you can find ‘em.”


“Hmmmm,” Grandpa duck squinted and looked closely at the phone. “Oh, here!” He passed the phone back to the guests in the car. “That looks like it’s at a water park.”


Shirley grabbed ahold of the phone and held it so both she and Hiro could see. “Oh yeah! He looks really happy. And these are your kids, right?”


“Probably, if there’s a little ducky boy and ducky girl there,” mommy duck said. “He loves to play with them, and they love to go to the waterpark. We actually have summer-long passes!”


“These pictures are so nice! Look, they’re going down the slide in this one,” Shirley pointed out. “And then the wave—WOAH! Oh my goodness.” Those words were all Shirley could get out after she swiped to the next picture, and the tanuki to her side was left totally speechless.


“What? What is it?” Mommy duck asked, unable to check back now that she was driving on the highway again.


“He’s uh…he’s *naked*…in this one,” Shirley reluctantly revealed to mommy duck.


“—OH! Oh my gosh, I should’ve remembered! Our son was extra naughty that day and wanted to play a prank on him. They were posing for a nice picture, but suddenly, he went and… please don’t look!”


“So *that’s* what he looks like down there now, huh?” the squirrel zoomed in on the photo to get a better view of the area the little ducky boy had exposed. “We’d always make fun of him for that orange stripe, haha! Glad to see it’s still there.”


Shirley was laughing along to this unexpected turn of events, but Hiro found himself beet-red. That was his childhood friend on the screen, with his penis right out there in the open! He was just in his swimsuit, too, so he became practically naked in a totally public place, probably with tons of other families to witness his misfortune. And here he was, getting added onto that list of witnesses with Shirley. 


“Wait…you guys have seen him naked?” Mommy duck seemed pretty confused. She knew that her husband was awfully shy about this sort of thing, so she couldn’t imagine that he was going around flashing his bits to his friends back in the day.


“Oh, plenty of times!” Shirley shared. “We’d go skinny dipping in the lake by his house, back when this one was still worried what we’d think of his big tanuki b—


“—She doesn’t need to hear all the details!” Hiro blurted out.


“I don’t mind hearing all the details!” Grandpa duck chimed in.


“Well, if you want a funny story, I could tell you about the time with the diving competition.”


“NO! Not the diving competition, don’t tell them about the diving comp—“


“—SO, it was a really hot summer day, and I think we were celebrating our graduation from the fifth grade…”


“Here she goes…” Hiro sighed in defeat.


“They had all kinds of activities for us at the neighborhood pool, and it was all leading up to a big diving competition between the students. Ducky had the bright idea to do a ‘double dive’ with Hiro. I think the teachers were against the idea, but he begged and pleaded for it, going on and on and on about how ‘cool it would look’,” she giggled a little remembering back on it.


“Haahhh, I don’t like this story,” sighed Hiro.


“Oh, hush, you’re being such a whiny cub about it!” Shirley teased the tanuki. “I won’t drag it on for too long, alright?” She turned back to face the front of the car and went on describing the events. “So anyway, they were the first ones up, and when they both climbed onto the diving board, I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Ducky always was creative with his ideas, but sometimes they would backfire on him…and oftentimes all of us, haha!”


“Oh my goodness, what happened? Did you two get injured somehow?” Mommy duck had to know.


“I wish.” Hiro said flatly.


“Miraculously, no,” Shirley explained, “but some would say that what actually ended up happening was worse.”


“This is the worst part. Just let me know when you finish telling it,” Hiro said, bringing his paws up to cover his reddening face and ears.


“They went to stand at the end of the diving board, but when they started bouncing, they got a little out of rhythm and bounced each other off the sides. They still landed in the water, but…their swimsuits didn’t.”


“Oh, gosh!” Mommy and grandpa duck were hanging on to every word. It seemed that daddy duck had kept this embarrassing event a secret from the both of them for all these years.


“The whole class watched them swim up to the surface and couldn’t stop laughing at seeing their torn suits hanging from the edge.” Shirley was trying to keep herself from laughing too hard and disrupting the flow of the story.


“That sounds so embarrassing! It’s like my worst nightmare!” Mommy duck said.


“If you think *that’s* embarrassing, the story’s not even over yet!” Shirley went on. “Ducky and Hiro found out pretty quickly that they were naked, so they tried to reach up to grab their suits from the board, but they were hanging juuuust a little too high.”


“Please tell me you’re done,” Hiro checked in.


“Almost! Still telling the last part,” she said, making Hiro sigh and go back to covering his ears. “Ducky even flapped up a couple of times from the water to try to reach them, but he just ended up flopping—er, ‘wiggling’ *all* his feathers in front of everyone there.” Mommy and grandpa duck laughed out loud after hearing that last bit. They were probably imagining a little ducky similar to how brother ducky looks now flapping around all naked in the pool with his nervous tanuki friend. “I think one of the teachers stepped in after that to pull their trunks off of the board and toss them into the water, but everyone was still laughing up a storm.”


“Hah, I’ll bet! They could probably see a little under the water, too!” Grandpa duck chuckled.


“Haha, yeah, a lot of them were trying to crowd around and get a closer look. Anyway, they fumble them on while they’re still in the water, and then they swim over to climb out, but when they finally both make it up the ladder…”


“I think I can see where this is going,” mommy duck giggled.


“Their suits fell *straight* down. The whoooole class saw them totally naked.”


“Yep, I was right,” she confirmed.


“It looked like they got sunburnt too, but their faces were just red from all the embarrassment. They tried to cover up, but everyone already saw. Not to mention, Hiro can try as hard as he wants but there are certain parts of his he can’t conceal with just his paws. He sure as heck could cover the thing that tanukis *aren’t* famous for, though, especially back at that age.” Shirley noticed Hiro squirming from how much she was milking the story. Maybe it was a good time to wrap it up. “That’s about it, though. After that, they ran to get their towels and wrapped them around their waists so no one else would get a look. And I think they went home pretty soon after that. All the other kids couldn’t stop laughing about it. Okay! You can uncover your ears now,” Shirley said, giving Hiro a tap on the shoulder.


“Why do you always insist on telling that story? I seem to remember you bringing it up the last time we talked to some of our old teachers from that school. It’s embarrassing!” Hiro complained.


“Yes, but that’s what makes it so funny!” Shirley joked back.


“Yeah, to you. Ducky’s *not* gonna be happy you told his wife and dad about it, though.”


“Nah, he won’t mind! He might be a lot more comfortable with his body and being naked all these years later, who’s to say?”
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During the time that Shirley was busy entertaining the ducks in the car with the story, the little ducklings at home were left trying to figure out what to do next for fun. 


“Hahaha, that was so funny! Your dad’s kind of a goofball,” sister duck’s hummingbird friend said.


“Yeah, he’s really funny. He actually came downstairs with no pants on this morning! Or underwear!” Sister duck informed her friend.


“Whaaat? Hey, do you think I’d be allowed to come over. I wanna play with you guys!”


“Uhhh,” sister duck didn’t know exactly if she’d be allowed to make such a decision, but her friend lived so close by, and she figured that if her parents didn’t approve, she could just walk back home, no harm done. “Sure! Come right over!”


“Awesome! I’ll be on my way in a second!” she said.


“Hey, sis,” brother duck got his sister’s attention, still standing there totally naked.


“Yeah?”


“How about instead of painting my body, you paint…my *body*?” he suggested, blushing a little.


“Huh? Whaddaya mean?” Sister duck asked, clearly a little confused.


“Like, you paint *on* my body.” He sat his naked butt down right on the coffee table, “Maybe right here?” and spread his legs to give his sister better access to his soft privates between them.


Upon being granted this access, sister duck couldn’t find her words. Yes, she had been looking at his nudity ever since he shed his clothes, but now he was very intentionally directing her to look at (and paint!) his super private ducky parts. “Woah… are you sure?”


“Yeah, it’ll be fun!” he leaned back a little and kicked his flippers playfully. “And I can paint on your body too!”


“R-Really? But…I still have my clothes on…” she said, having a feeling about what her brother would say next.


“Then take ‘em off! Or at least your overalls,” he suggested. 


“I…I guess I can,” Sister duck said, clearly a bit nervous about it. She stood up straight and started to fiddle with the buttons on her denim garment. Soon enough, she dropped them to the floor and was left with only her underwear and her shirt on her upper half. “These too?” she asked, holding onto her pink panties.


“Well, yeah! I’m totally naked here!” he reminded her.


“Ahh, alright,” she smiled nervously, pulling them down and stepping out of them. Brother duck wasn’t making it much easier for her to feel super confident, staring directly at her cute little ducky pussy. She just decided to try to ignore her anxiousness and focus on painting. “What do you want me to paint on there?” she asked, kneeling down and closely inspecting her new canvas. “Do you want me to paint, like…on it?”


“Yeah, sure! Or right above it, whatever is easier,” he said, looking eager for her to get started.


“A-Alright…you think I could do a rainbow? Right…” she outlined where she would paint it with the tip of her brush, tickling his SCUPA (slightly chubby upper pubic area) and making him squirm in delight, “here?”


“Hehehehe! Yeah, do it!”


“Okay, you’ve gotta hold still, though,” she said. She reached over to her box of paints and started to squirt each of the colors into a spot on the paint plate. Once she got her array ready, she dipped her brush in the red, set a wing on her brother’s knee, and started her stroke.


“EEhehehehe, that ticklesss!!” Brother duck couldn’t contain himself once the brush touched his sensitive feathers. Sister duck did a pretty good job of painting a good outer curve on the rainbow, but it wasn’t perfect. 


“Hold still! It’s getting a little crooked,” she told him. 


“Okay, okay, sorry,” he conceded, trying to get the rest of his giggles out. “This is gonna look so funny!”


“Yeah, I’ve never painted somebirdy else’s body before…” sister duck realized out loud. She continued with her painting, cleaning the brush between each color and expanding the rainbow until it was complete.


*Knock knock knock*


“Oh! That must be her,” sister duck set her brush down and headed for the front door. “Just one second!” She checked out the peephole and pulled open the door to welcome her friend inside.


“Hey! Come on in, we’re still painting,” she told her.


“Oh yeah? I wanna see!” the hummingbird sounded interested, and she excitedly followed her friend into the living room. “Wait, you’re not wearing any pants!”


Sister duck’s face flushed realizing she had just answered the door without anything covering her lower half. Did any of her neighbors see? What would they say if they saw such a thing? She didn’t want to even think about it. “Heheh, whoops…yeah, we’re both pretty much naked in here,” she explained, leading the hummingbird to her brother.


“Yep! Check it out, sis painted a rainbow on me!” Brother duck wiggled his hips and showed off the new piece of art on his body.


“Wooah, it’s right above your…your thingy! Maybe I should take my clothes off too?”


“Yeah, you should!” Brother duck was happy to encourage her, but sister duck didn’t know if adding yet another naked bird to the party would land her in any trouble with her parents.


“Y-You don’t have to if you don’t want—“


“Too late!” the happy hummingbird said, stepping out of the pants and underwear she already dropped to the ground, then removing her shirt. “And you’ve gotta take your shirt off too! It’s no fair if it’s just me and your brother totally naked like this.”


“Oh! Uh…yeah.” Sister duck would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little wary about being in nothing but her birthday suit, especially with her mom and grandpa probably coming home soon. “We can have a little fun painting, but my mom’s gonna be back soon with my grandpa, so…”


“Don’t worry, we’ll just paint naked only for a little bit,” she assured her.


“Yeah, we’ll be fine!” her brother agreed.


“Well…if you guys are doing it too, I guess it’ll be alright.” After that, sister duck’s shirt came off and the three little birdies were in just their feathers. It was pretty exciting for them! It wasn’t often that they would get to do this kind of thing, and they would no doubt remember all the good and nervous feelings that came with the experience.


As time went on, brother duck, sister duck and their hummingbird friend painted all kinds of fun things on each other’s bare bodies. In addition to the rainbow over his birdy bits, brother duck got his butt painted red like a baboon’s. Sister duck and the hummingbird couldn’t stop laughing at the bright red, feathery globes in front of them. Brother duck gathered what artistic skill he had to paint cute, cartoonish eyes over his sister’s nethers, as well as getting her friend’s help to paint a fake bra over her chest, just like he sometimes saw his mother wearing.


Last up to get art on their feathers was sister duck’s teal-colored friend. Brother and sister duck worked together to paint all kinds of cool shapes and designs over her body. Her tummy got a smiley face, her butt got little polka dots, and they even painted some bracelets around her wrists. After everyone was satisfied with their new body art, they were left to think of another activity to keep themselves occupied.


“Hey, where’s your dad, by the way?” asked the hummingbird. “I thought he was over here. Did he finally put some pants on?”


Sister duck giggled at her last question. “He’s in the shower, remember? He yelled it when he ran out of the room all embarrassed.”


“Oh yeah!” she realized, now feeling a naughty idea coming into her head. “Do you wanna maybe…play a prank, or something?”


“A…prank?”


“On your dad. We could scare him in the shower, since it was so funny earlier,” she suggested. Brother duck started to giggle now, and sister duck had to admit to herself that she did find the idea at least a little interesting. 


“Uh, what were you thinking?” Sister duck asked to make sure it wasn’t anything that’d land her in too much trouble.


“Well, it looks like you guys have a lotta paint here. How about we take some, surprise your dad in the shower, and squirt it at him!” This wild plan concerned sister duck a bit, but her brother seemed to be all in judging by the grin on his beak.


“I dunno…we might get in some trouble for that…” she expressed her worries.


“No, no, it’ll be fine! It’ll just wash out and go down the drain! I promise he’ll be laughing too,” the hummingbird assured her. Sister duck thought for a moment about this. Maybe she would get a firm talking-to after doing it, but it would still be really fun! And grandpa duck seemed to be fine with the prank she and her brother pulled earlier…


“Alright,” she said, “we’ll do it.”


“Yay!! Okay, I’m gonna use red, your brother can use this blue one here, and you can open the door for us,” the hummingbird decided, distributing the paints to her partners in crime. “So, is he showering upstairs?”


“Yeah, in the bathroom in his and mom’s room, I’m pretty sure.”


“Ooo this is gonna be so funny! Dad’s gonna freak!” Brother duck cheered.


“Yes, but we probably have to sneak in there quietly,” sister duck explained. “I’m pretty sure you can see through the shower door, but he might be closing his eyes, or there might be so much water on the door that he can’t see. We’ll kinda have to get lucky about it, but I think it could work. Like we were saying, I’ll pull the door open, and then you guys can squirt the paint at him.”


“Okay! That sounds like a good plan,” the hummingbird agreed.


“I’m gonna squirt him right on his butt!” Brother duck decided.


“Alright, follow me then,” sister duck led the tip-toeing upstairs, soon able to hear the water splashing down from the shower. “Yeah, he’s still in there. Now don’t make a sound.” She snuck with the other birdy bandits into the master bedroom and approached the bathroom door, which was left cracked open by its current occupant. Putting her wingtip up to her beak, sister duck slowly pushed the door open and checked to see what was happening. Her dad was faced towards the back corner of the shower and seemed to be oblivious to her presence. 


“Haha, there’s his butt,” whispered the hummingbird peeking in her head behind her.


The three little birds looked  closer into the shower and saw something a little funny. They weren’t sure right off the bat, but as they kept watching through the glass door, they focused their eyes on daddy duck’s lower half and saw that he was…peeing? Oh gosh, he was! Right on the shower floor!


“Omg, he’s peeing in there,” the hummingbird observed, still in a very soft voice. 


“Yeah, I can see it flowing!” Brother duck giggled.


“Shh! Okay, here we go…” Sister duck led the crusade to the door of the shower, placing her wing on the sliding door and preparing to pull. “Okay…NOW!” She suddenly yoinked it open, which was such an enormous surprise to daddy duck that he almost jumped in the air. He tried to raise one of his legs to cover his naked body, but the kids had gotten a pretty good view of both the front and the back from where they were standing. Not only this, but they also confirmed for themselves that he was, indeed, currently peeing. His stream got a lot stronger when he got scared, and sprayed a little more toward the direction of the door, but thankfully not out of the shower.


“AH! What are you doing in here?!?!” was all he could manage to say before he felt something goopy land on his feathers. While this was happening, he tried his best to cover his peeing peenie, but just got the warm yellow stuff all over his wings instead. Good thing the shower was still on.


“Get pranked!!!” Brother duck yelled out, most likely having heard such a phrase from super-child-friendly Youtube content.


Looking down, daddy duck saw that this strange substance suddenly covering his feathers was…paint? Red and blue paint?! Why would they do this? Especially on the day that his dad was here! Looking to see who exactly the perpetrator was, he was shocked to see not only his two little ducklings, but also his daughter’s hummingbird friend. What was she doing here? And why were they all naked?! For a moment, he looked down at each of their privates and saw that they had done some painting on their own bodies, probably deciding to come up here and add the big, naked duck in the house to their body-art club.


“You all…painted your feathers?! How are you gonna wash that out?!” he asked, seeming very nervous about it. He was having a lot of trouble doing his singular job of babysitting the kids; Mommy duck probably wouldn’t be happy with how they looked if she saw them in this state. He could just have them hop in the shower with him. Yeah, he could…wait…they’re all still staring…right at his…of course. He was still peeing. Right in front of all these kids and all over his wings.


“Maybe we could pee on the paint to get it out?” Brother duck joked, feeling proud of his comedic timing.


“D-Don’t look!” he pleaded, finally feeling the last drops drip from his bladder.


“You’re the one who’s peeing in the shower!” the hummingbird chimed in.


“YOU’RE THE ONES WHO WALKED IN ON ME!” Daddy duck loudly pointed out. “Give me some privacy here!” He felt so humiliated being naked in front of all these little ducks catching glimpses of his butt and his privates. 


Before the conversation could continue, however, an ominous sound came from the drain of the shower.


*Gurglrglrglrglr…*


“What the—“ daddy duck started before suddenly realizing exactly what was wrong: it was clogging. “Crap, crap, crap, crap,” he rattled on, immediately turning the shower off and bending down to check if it was okay.


“Dad said the C word!” Brother duck giggled. “Four times!”


“And now he’s mooning us!” the hummingbird bluntly observed. Daddy duck heard this and tried his best to quickly cover his big ducky cheeks with his tail, although with how wet his feathers were, it wasn’t doing a very good job of obscuring the view…


“Stop looking, I said!” he complained again. “You guys just ruined the drain! Who the heck thought this was a good idea?”


“She did!” Sister duck was quick to throw her friend under the bus, pointing her wing at the culprit.


“Hey! We were all in on it!” she retorted.


“Well you’re the one who came up with it!”


“Well you’re the one who didn’t stop me after I came up with it!”


“GIRLS! Stop arguing,” daddy duck tried to diffuse the situation. “It—It doesn’t matter who did it, we just need to clean it up now. And that means cleaning all the pain off of your feathers, too.”


“Awww, but we like the art we did!” Brother duck whined.


“Well, you can’t keep it on. The paint’s gonna dry up and chip off on your clothes and become a nightmare for us to clean up the longer we wait,” he explained. “And we can’t use the shower to clean you up since the drain’s clogged now, so we have to find another way to wash the paint off…”


“Haha, some of it got on your thingy, Mr. duck!” the hummingbird pointed out. “It looks like you have a blue strip right above the orange one on there.”


“GAH!” Daddy duck nearly shrieked, realizing that he hadn’t been covering his privates as adamantly as he should’ve been. He took the opportunity to grab a towel and wrap it around his waist, although now he’d ruined it with the paint he was getting all over it. Deciding to just add towels to the shopping list on top of the drain cleaner he needed to get, he went back to thinking of how he could solve this conundrum before his wife and dad got home with the groceries. 


“If we can’t use a shower, how are we going to clean up?” sister duck pondered. It seemed she was trying to think of a solution as well. After about a minute of deliberation, daddy duck realized that if he was going to wash off all this paint without making a huge mess, he might have to do it…*outside*.


“Hooohhh boy,” he sighed. “Okay, so… we’re probably going to have to clean this paint off…in the backyard.”


“What?!” Sister duck was the most surprised of the little birds. Brother duck and the hummingbird, however, actually seemed like they were into the idea.


“We get to run around naked outside?” he realized that he could have some more fun in the nude.


“Sounds like fun!” the hummingbird said.


“No! I mean…it can be fun, I just can’t have you running around out there. Our fences aren’t exactly tall enough to hide us from the neighbors,” daddy duck explained.


“Aww, really? But we’re short!” Brother duck tried to bargain with his dad.


“Our neighbors might still see you! We’ve gotta be quick about it, okay?”


“Yeah, they’ll see your weenie and balls bouncing all over the place. And your big yellow butt!” the hummingbird joked.


“Hey, they’ll see your butt too! And you and sis’s girly little coin slot things!”


“You mean our vaginas?” Sister duck corrected her brother.


“Y-Yeah, those.”


“Like I said!” Daddy duck got their attention again. “We have to be fast. We’re gonna go out, I’m gonna get the hose started, and then we’ll clean all of you off one by one.”


“With the hose? But that’ll be cold!” Sister duck complained.


“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you got all crazy with the paint,” daddy duck reminded her. “And it’s warm outside, you’ll be alright.”


“Hrmph!” His daughter pouted. She was kind of upset about having to clean all of the art off of her, her brother’s, and her friend’s feathers. Then again, she didn’t really think through how she was going to eventually wash all of it out…


Daddy duck tightened up his towel around his waist and opened up the bathroom door. “Okay, you guys ready?”


“Yep!” “Uh-huh!” “Yeah!” they each replied.


“Let’s go, then,” daddy duck led them out of his bedroom and down the stairs. Sister duck was in the back, watching all of the other birds’ butts bouncing back down the stairs. They soon reached the bottom, walked through the house, and then arrived at the sliding back door. Daddy duck looked through the glass to check if any of his neighbors happened to be standing outside. “Okay, looks like the coast is clear…”


He clicked the lock on the door and slid it open, feeling the fresh, warm morning air against the feathers of his that weren’t currently covered by the towel around his waist. Before he could give any instructions, his son ran straight outside with his daughter’s friend and chased each other around. “Kids!” daddy duck shouted, although he quickly realized that it would probably be better to keep his voice down. “Kids!” he shouted in a whisper this time.


“What?” Brother duck and the hummingbird paused in place, causing all the jiggling and bouncing to cease for a moment.


“Over here!” he told them, stepping over to the hose and beginning to pull it out from its giant spool. “I need you to turn on the water, son!”


“I’m on it!” he obediently followed orders and ran straight over to the valve.


While they were all preparing to clean off, there was a certain owl who lived next-door who was bored sitting in his living room when all of the sudden, he heard a bit of shouting outside that made his head turn. *Is that coming from ducky’s house?* he wondered. He flapped up from the couch and peeked outside to see… woah! Yeah, they were outside, and that hummingbird girl was there too! And Mr. Duck! And they were naked, of course! ….wait… *naked*?! 


“What the—“ the little owl rubbed his eyes with his wings. “Oh my gosh, they’re totally naked!” Although many young birdies might’ve just chosen to watch from behind the window, Owlnard was different from most young birdies. “I wanna join!” he decided out loud. He whipped open his back door and immediately started shedding all his clothes. The little owl giggled to himself when he got down to his underwear and pulled them to his ankles. “Hello, Mr. Worm. I’m feelin’ like an early bird today!”


He quickly ran over to the fence between his and the ducks’ yards, shouting to his neighbors. “Hey guys! I wanna join in!” The owl flapped himself over the fence and landed with his little pouch and nub wiggling around in front of everyone there.


“Owlnard’s naked too!” Brother duck pointed out the obvious. He was bent over and fiddling with the valve, so he decided to point his feathery rear end at his next-door neighbor and shake it back and forth. 


“Hahaha, looks like the moon’s still out! And it’s bright red! Did you guys paint each other’s feathers?” Owlnard giggled at the big, bright globes jiggling underneath his friend’s tail feathers. 


“Yeah! But my dad wants to hose us all off…” brother duck explained.


“Owlnard, what are you doing over here?! And why’d you take your clothes off?!” Daddy duck asked the unexpected addition to the naked birdy crew. 


“What? I saw you guys running around all naked out here, so I decided to join in!” he told him. “You can join us too, Mr. Duck!” Owlnard suddenly flapped right over to daddy duck, and before he could react, the owl snatched his towel away from his waist. “Hehe, your penis is striped! The blue and orange looks good on you, Mr. Duck!”


“Owlnard, stop looking! And give that towel back!” he pleaded, covering with his wings and the hose he was holding onto.


“Why? Didn’t ducky say that you guys were hosing the paint off of your feathers? I was figuring you were gonna start with yourself, so I’m just gettin’ you ready!” Owlnard defended his naughty actions. 


“Yeah! How about we help you clean off, daddy?” Sister duck offered. She wanted to be helpful since she felt like she messed up and caused her father a lot of stress. That and she wanted to hose down her daddy’s penis and balls. It wasn’t weird, after all! They needed to clean them off, so it was okay!


“Uhh…” his daughter was right, but daddy duck was awfully reluctant to do it in front of four little birdies right out in his backyard. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good ide—AAH!” Daddy duck’s privates were suddenly hit by the extra-cold water shooting from the hose.


“Nonsense!” Brother duck said, giving the valve a couple more turns and upping the pressure. “This is the only place we can get clean! You said so!”


“Give us the hose, Mr. Duck!” the hummingbird requested, kind of already grabbing it from his wings. “We’ll all get you clean in a jiffy!”


He didn’t want to roughly pull it back from her, so he just bit the bullet and let her and the other little birds take control of it. “Okay, just…be gentle…and quick!”


Unfortunately for daddy duck, “gentle” was the exact opposite of how things started. The little hummingbird girl was the first to start spraying, and she made sure to push her wingtip over the water to increase the spraying pressure. So, daddy duck was very suddenly sprayed with a torrent of freezing-cold hose water right on his belly and chest, where a lot of the paint had been squirted.


“GH!” He grunted loudly, “I said be gentle!”


“I’m trying! But it might have to be a little rough if we’re gonna get all the paint off,” the hummingbird girl let him know. She continued to spray water at all the blue and pink paint on his feathery torso. “That seems to be working!”


“Good, pretty soon we’ll have you all cleaned up and mom and grandpa will never know what happened!” daddy duck said with relief in his voice.


“You sound like you’re worried about getting in trouble, Mr. Duck!” the hummingbird said.


“No! I…I just…don’t wanna mess anything up in front of my dad, or look stupid,” he admitted to the kids in front of him, “but I already looked pretty stupid this morning…”


“We’re sooorry,” brother and sister duck said on cue together.


“It’s okay, kids, just—WOAH!” Just then, the hummingbird girl started to spray the water a little lower on daddy duck’s body, which made him jump and wiggle his things around.


“Hahaha! Mr. Duck’s wiener’s goin’ all over the place!” Owlnard pointed and laughed.


“Cool it with the hose for a second, please!” he requested, and the hummingbird pointed it in the other direction. “Could…my daughter do that part?” The request sounded much weirder out loud than it did in his head. 


“You want…me? To wash your private parts off?” Daughter duck made sure she wasn’t hearing things.


“Yeah, just real quick. It’s like…a family thing!” he assured her. She took a moment to think about it, and while she did, everyone was taking in the very yellow view in front of them. Since they had just been sprayed with very cold water, daddy duck’s penis and balls were tightened up into his crotch. They could really only see his sensitive head and orange stripe before the rest of his ducky shaft disappeared into his fupa. His balls weren’t hanging like they normally did, either. Of course, his eggs weren’t something that’d normally make him the king of the pond or anything, but here, in this state, they looked extra tight and small. 


“Uh…sure!” Sister duck wasn’t exactly *opposed* to the idea. She just didn’t want her friends to think she was super weird or start telling the other kids at school about it. She figured it was a private enough situation (well, as private as you could get in your backyard) to enjoy herself without judgment. From there, sister duck grabbed ahold of the hose and stuck her wingtip over the water just like her friend did. “Okay…are you ready?”


“I think so,” he said, pushing his pelvis out a little and scrunching up his face. Just like the last time, he flinched when the pressured water hit his belly. And things got much more uncomfortable when the water moved straight down to the more intimate spaces on his body. “Eep!” he exclaimed from the coldness of it all, which made his kids and their friends laugh out loud.


“Hehehe, they’re jiggling all over the place!” Brother duck pointed right at his dad’s eggs and the shrunken worm tucked in above them.


Sister duck was doing a good job of getting all the paint sprayed off, but what she was doing even better with was making a solid, detailed mental image of what her father looked like in his birthday suit. Well, all the *important* parts, anyway. The other birds around her were doing the same. It was pretty entertaining to see a ducky daddy getting his dinky ding-a-ling doused down right out in the backyard, and they all had front-row seats to the show.


“Okay, I’ve almost got it all cleaned off on the front, but it looks like there’s some blue still…” sister duck explained to her dad, looking too embarrassed to tell him exactly where it was. 


“There is?” Daddy duck looked down to his exposed crotch. “Oh…yeah…” Indeed, there was some blue paint left, and it was buried in his feathers at the base of his shriveled peen. “Nobody look!” He pleaded to the other kids watching as he brought his wingtips to his crotch and pushed into his fupa so that the base of his wiener could get sprayed down. The other birds politely covered their eyes with their wings, but they were all no doubt peeking through them to see every little part of his body that he was going to show.


Sister duck aimed the pressurized water in at the tight, cute little area that her father had just revealed to her. After about ten seconds of focused spraying (and even more focused staring), she was about fully done with his front side. “Okay, I’m done with that!” she told him, and he immediately ceased the pressure from his wingtips and covered his freshly washed privates with them instead. “I think there’s still a little paint on your butt, though,” she pointed back at her dad’s rear. “Could you turn around for a sec?”


*Is this ever gonna end? And I haven’t even done the kids yet!* Daddy duck honestly wasn’t sure if he would be able to get done in time. He quickly turned his hindquarters to the little birds and his daughter, who managed to get the paint back there off without too much trouble.


“It’s jiggling so much!” Owlnard giggled and reached out his wing to poke one of the big, yellow globes.


“Hey, wings off! I’m not poking *your* butt, am I?”


“Did you want to?” Owlnard offered, flapping over and mooning daddy duck.


“Owlnard, stop it,” daddy duck told him.


“Hoooo…” the eager little owl sighed and sulked back to watch the action with the rest of the audience.


It only took about ten more seconds for sister duck to successfully spray the rest of the paint off her dad’s backside. “Alright, all finished!” She let him know.


“Oh thank god,” he sighed in relief, immediately reaching to get the towel back from Owlnard, who reluctantly handed it over. He tied it on and then took the hose from sister duck, calling his son over for his turn. “Okay, step right up.”


“Is it a carnival ride or something?” brother duck joked. He pushed his pelvis out so that his dad could get to work on the rainbow currently adorning his privates. The cold water hit his sister’s art and started to wash it away into the grass. “Ehehehehe, HOO! That’s c-c-cold!”


Daddy duck felt a little naughty staring at his son like this, but he *did* have to do a good job getting the paint off. It couldn’t be helped! As the cold water sprayed just above and right on his little ducky penis and balls, they shrunk a pretty considerable degree. Brother duck’s little worm was already not much more than an uncut, yellow nub, but now it was just a decorative button at best. And daddy duck wasn’t the only one watching this transformation. All of the other little birdies were watching all of the action very intently, even stepping closer in to get better views. 


“Oh my gosh, it’s totally shrinking down!” their hummingbird friend said. 


“Haha, my weenie does that too!” Owlnard wiggled his hips and shook his own little nub around, “especially after getting out of the pool. Makes skinny dipping kinda embarrassing…”


“Wooahh…” was all his sister could say. It was so interesting to see such intimate parts of her little brother shrink and shrivel like this. She could even see his face start to turn red, which didn’t happen very often. Soon enough, though, daddy duck had finished washing the rainbow off and motioned for his son to turn around. 


“Okay! Now the back!” he said.


“Don’t you mean the butt?” Owlnard joked, making the other little birds giggle. 


“Y-Yes, the butt.” Daddy duck, still knelt down a little, watched his son turn around and bend slightly forward. He pushed his chubby butt out and lifted his tail feathers, although he did feel the position was a bit compromising. The cold water very suddenly hit his back and gave him a spook. Daddy duck then brought the spraying water lower to clean off the red paint all over his cheeks. It took about 20 seconds to wash all of the paint off, although there was still some discoloration in his feathers. Better than nothing, daddy duck supposed. 


“You d-done?” Brother duck asked shakily. It was a much more embarrassing process than he was expecting.


“Yep! Your sister’s up next,” he called her to the hot seat. Well, for brother duck, it was kind of the cold seat…


She silently stepped up to where her brother was standing and felt the sopping wet grass under her flippers. Clenching her wings at her sides, she closed her eyes and mentally prepared herself for the spraying. “Okay, ready!”


Everyone watched daddy duck spray to clean the cartoon eyes her brother painted off from above her privates. They actually ended up coming off pretty quickly, but the cold hose water still made her shiver and tremble. She could even feel some of it dripping down to her sensitive opening and giving her some…’interesting’ feelings. After he finished down below, daddy duck directed the water up at his daughter’s chest. The ‘bra’ started to wash away, and sister duck could feel the water doing something to her chest that she couldn’t really figure out. It made everything really…sensitive! 


“I think I’ve got the front all done,” daddy duck said after a few more seconds of spraying. “Could you turn around, sweetie?”


“Sure,” she said. Everyone watched her rotate and show off her other normally-concealed areas. The hummingbird girl, however, suddenly snapped out of her distraction and realized something: she was up next. The thing was, she *really* didn’t want to lose all the fun things she got painted on her feathers. What was she gonna do? Daddy duck was already almost done with his daughter. If she wanted to keep everything the way it was, she’d need to hatch a plan, and fast!


“Owlnard,” she flapped over and whispered to the owl. “I need your help with something.”


“You do? What is it?” he caught on and whispered back.


“Well, it looks like I’m up next, but I don’t wanna go,” she explained. “Do you think you could help me…steal the hose?”


Owlnard was intrigued. He was kind of upset that daddy duck took his towel back from him, so he was keen on the idea of causing some more trouble. “Yeah, let’s do it!”


“Okay! Here’s the plan: I want you to ask to be the one to clean me. Then, when Mr. Duck gives you the hose, run around the side of the house to the front yard,” she explained to him.


“To the *front yard*? But what if other animals see us runnin’ around all naked?”


“It’s fine! We’re young, so it’ll be okay. But I’m sure Mr. Duck won’t chase after us,” she said.


“Uh…okay! If you say so!”


“Alright, last up is your friend,” daddy duck said, now turning to the hummingbird in question. “And we’ve *really* gotta get *you* cleaned. I don’t want your parents to be angry with us, so we’ve gotta make sure to get all of the little designs and stuff off of your feathers.”


The stakes were upped a little, but the hummingbird certainly wasn’t going to back down. She looked over to Owlnard, cueing him to play his part in her diabolical plan.


“Uh…Mr. Duck? Do you think I could spray her off?” he asked innocently. “It’ll probably work better since, y’know, I’m short and all.”


“Huh? Uh…yeah, sure,” daddy duck reluctantly handed the hose down to the naked owlet. “Just be quick about it, okay?”


“Oh, we’ll be quick. So quick…that you won’t CATCH US!” He suddenly clutched on tight to the hose and ran to the side of the house, the hummingbird following directly behind him.


“Wait, WAIT! Don’t go to the front yard!!!!” he shouted out. He turned to his kids and quickly figured that a bribe was in order. “Kids, if you help me catch them, I’ll drive you to get ice cream this afternoon!”


“Ice cream?!” they said with matched excitement. Immediately, they rushed off to catch their targets, and daddy duck ran behind them, intent on rallying them back up inside the house once they were caught. 


Although it would’ve been nice if they stayed within the confines of the backyard, Owlnard and the hummingbird knew that their best chance of escaping was to lead him to the front yard, where he surely wouldn’t chase after them in just his towel. When the thieves did get to the front, they were suddenly confronted by the unfenced, outside world. They saw a car drive by, and although they might’ve been imagining it, it appeared to slow down for a second. Thankfully, it continued driving down the road and out of their view, but they very suddenly realized that this might be more embarrassing than they thought.


“What do we do now?” Owlnard panted. He and the hummingbird were a bit winded from their sudden sprint.


“I…hmm, I didn’t really think of that,” the girl admitted.


“Well, I think I hear another car coming! Should we run over to my house?” Owlnard suggested.


“That sounds like a good idea!” Just as they were about to run in that direction, however, the ducky family rounded the corner of the house behind them. And just as that half of the ducky family made their appearance, so did the other half that daddy duck feared might get home earlier than he hoped for. 


“No, no, no!” Daddy duck immediately recognized the car and realized that he needed to kick things into overdrive speed. “Kids, catch them!” 


Owlnard and the hummingbird almost made it to the driveway before they were finally stopped by brother duck and sister duck respectively. Brother duck grabbed onto the hose to prevent the owl from running off any further, and sister duck dove down to the ground to latch on to her friend’s talons with her wings.


Daddy duck was trying to run his fastest to keep up with them, but he was of course also worrying about his towel falling down. There was *no* way he could let that happen, especially not in his front yard. While sprinting, he glanced down to check if it was tied on tight. This distracted from his focus on the path ahead of him, however, and something…undesirable happened to him. 


“WAah!!” he blurted like a hatchling upon feeling his whole body get thrown down to the ground. He had tripped on the path of pavement leading to his front door and tumbled forward into the grass. This wasn’t the only unfortunate thing that happened at that moment, though. As if his humiliating fate had already been decided for that day and was continuing against his will, his towel slipped right off his waist in the somersault. 


What might’ve been the worst part about all of this, though, was that this was at the exact moment mommy duck pulled the car into the driveway. Of course, everyone in the car had been trying to see what all the commotion was in the front yard from inside the vehicle, and when they finally pulled in, they quickly filed outside to make sure that they weren’t hallucinating. 


“Oh my gosh! Wh-What are you DOING, honey?!?!” His wife’s voice was the first he heard as he came to his senses. When he opened up his eyes, however, not only were his wife and dad there to greet him, but also…his childhood friends?! What were they doing here?!?! Normally, he would’ve been more than happy to reunite with old friends he hadn’t seen in so long, but this situation was…not ideal, to put it very lightly. At least he still had his towel on…right?


“Woah…Ducky…” Shirley said as her cheeks started heating up. Even though she had just seen a picture of daddy duck’s penis only minutes earlier, seeing his soft little privates in person felt like an entirely new experience, and certainly one that she wouldn’t be forgetting, probably for the rest of her life. The same went for Hiro, who was finally starting to admit to himself that he might have a thing for the cute ducky daddy splayed out on the grass in front of him.


The air was silent between the comments from the witnesses, each of them taking their time to look at all of the naked birds on the lawn in front of them. Each and every one of them had not a single shred of clothing on; the boys’ penises and cute little sacks gently shifted with any slight movements they made with their bodies, and the girls’ feathery entrances looked so innocent and soft between their naked legs. 


In this moment that was seemingly lasting forever, daddy duck also looked down to see why everyone appeared to be staring right between his legs. Oh…OH NO! Nonononono, NOOO!!! It fell off! Everyone was looking at it! Looking right at his…he didn’t even want to think about it! And he had been hosed down with very cold water only minutes prior, so ‘impressive’ was the opposite of the word anyone who could see would use to describe the current state of his package. And they were seeing it, alright, though they kind of had to squint a bit.


“D-D-Don’t look!!” he stuttered, but his plea fell on deaf ears and prying eyes. Being in the center of all the chaos, everyone’s gaze was drawn straight to him, then straight down to his shriveled twig and eggs. Kind of like a bird’s nest! Although unlike a nest, this wasn’t something that he wanted to show off to the other birds around him. It was more like he only got two seconds to build the nest and then someone came a long and sprayed it with cold water and then made it shrink down in front of everybody and then made him super embarrassed about it and then stood there staring at it for a million years—“SERIOUSLY!!! S-Stop staring at it!”


“Then stop showing it!” His wife said to him, shocked that he was still lying with his legs spread open. Right then, he closed his thighs together and covered up with his wings. The helpless, vulnerable position he took caused Shirley to chuckle, which loosened the atmosphere enough for grandpa duck and the other little birds to giggle at the funniness of it all.


“Is there any reason you’re runnin’ around naked with a buncha little birds, Ducky?” Shirley asked plainly in between laughs. 


“And…why in your front yard?” Hiro added on to the question.


“W-Well,” daddy duck stammered again while he spoke, “they were naked in the *back*yard first!” The adults all looked at him in confusion… “No no no, I was naked too! It’s okay!” More confusion, now turning into concern.


“First this morning, and now here?” Mommy duck expressed her surprise.


“No no, I got naked on purpose this time!” Maybe he should stop talking for a second. Luckily for him, his little ducklings came in to save the day and explain the situation.


“We were hosing down our feathers because…” sister duck felt a responsible, big-sistery obligation to tell them what had gone wrong. “Because we were messing around with paint and we got it all over our feathers.”


“We’re sorry…” brother duck joined in with the apology.


“Oh… I see…” mommy duck said. She was a little upset that they were being so irresponsible with their art and craft materials, but very proud that her ducklings came clean, and relieved that she knew why they were naked. “Is there any reason why you didn’t use the shower?”


“That’s…the other thing, We kinda messed up the drain because—“


“It was my fault!” sister duck’s hummingbird friend spoke up. “I thought it would be f-funny to squirt paint at Mr. Duck, and then I messed up your shower. I…I’m sorry!” She looked to be on the verge of tears, but mommy duck assured her it was okay.


“Oh, don’t worry, sweetie, you were just playing around! I appreciate you for telling us.” Thankfully, this seemed to calm her down, but she wasn’t finished with her confessions.


“And so we went to the backyard to clean off, but I liked the art I got painted on me, so when it was my turn I ran over here with Owlnard and told him to take the hose.”


“…sorry,” Owlnard commented meekly.


“Hahaha, you two are a couple of little tricksters, aren’t ya?” Grandpa duck laughed heartily. Right then, another car drove by on the street, seeming to slow down for a second and gawk at the ‘interesting’ scene in the yard just like the last one.


“How about we finish this discussion inside, hm?” Mommy duck suggested.


“Yeah,” daddy duck grabbed his towel and stood up, making sure to use it to conceal his cold, shrunken birdy bits.


Everyone quickly made their way into the house, and Owlnard was sent to go and hose off the paint from the hummingbird’s feathers in the backyard. Daddy duck ran straight up the stairs to get dressed, giving everyone a final look at his big yellow butt cheeks bouncing around. Brother and sister duck dried off their feathers with a couple of bath towels and got dressed again. They had houseguests now, after all! 


Although daddy duck made sure to stay clothed for the rest of the day, he had a feeling it would be inevitable that what had just happened would be brought up again and again in conversation. What he didn’t expect, however, was to hear even more stories of his humiliation repeated to him and everyone else who was there. Owlnard and the hummingbird, who finished up in the backyard and stayed in the ducks’ house for the rest of the day, got quite the kick out of hearing many of the stories for the first time.


“Please don’t show them any pictures,” daddy duck would beg, but mommy duck would just remind him that he didn’t really have anything to hide anymore.


“Not that he had much to hide in the first place!” Grandpa duck jested. 


Daddy duck soon realized that there might not ever be an end to all of the teasing. “…How long is everyone staying here, again?”