Christmas morning was a laid-back affair at McDuck mansion. Everyone would get up at their own schedule, enjoy a self-serve brunch, and bask in the holiday spirit until everyone else was up and ready to trade gifts.

Laid back, that is, unless you were Bentina Beakley and were in [i]charge[/i] of the festivities. Then Christmas morning was a hectic rush of cleaning, organizing, and cooking.

To be fair, Scrooge McDuck had offered her the day off, but she'd opted for a floating vacation day instead. She preferred to save them up, and besides, someone had to be on top of things today: the kids had invited some guests over, and Beakley was not going to let them stay in a mansion that was anything short of spotless and hospitable.

As she lit the dining room fireplace, she watched her co-worker, the ghost butler Duckworth, dust the tabletops with a gust of magical wind. What a show-off. She wouldn't be caught cutting corners with magic.

She heard some chatter from the living room. Following the sound, she spotted Louie Duck on the recliner, eating chips and watching a special Christmas episode of [i]Ottoman Empire[/i]. Grumbling, she turned it off.

"Hey! I was just about to find out what happens to their new Cape Suzette franchise!" Louie scrambled for the remote but couldn't find it.

"It's Christmas Day, Lewellyn. You should be spending it with your family. Or your guests? What do Lena and Violet think about you inviting them and then watching television without them?"

Louie looked at Mrs. Beakley with barely restrained impatience. "They're probably pretty stoked that I'm giving them space so they can fool around with their SOs," he said, his body shifting slightly in what might have been a shrug, if he had more effort. "But if you want me to go bother them..."

Oh right, teens and their hormones. "Well if you're not going to spend Christmas morning with them, maybe you'd like to spend it with me and help out? Or at least not contribute to the current mess." She pointed to the Pep cans and chip dust in his seat. "Dewford volunteered to be responsible for breakfast, you know. I wonder where he went off to."

“Oh,” said Louie, “I bet I know [i]exactly[/i] where Dewey went off to…”

---

A floor above them, Della Duck was discovering the answer to that question. She'd been half-awake for a while, enjoying the soft light of a winter's morning, when Dewey Duck pushed on the door with the heavy food tray he was holding in his shaking hands. He toddled over to the bed, trying hard not to topple the stack of breakfast meatballs or have the plate of ham slide off.

"Merry Christmas, Mom!" he announced. "Presenting the first of twelve amazing Christmas presents for the best Mom ever: breakfast in bed!" He dropped the tray right on Della's legs, and the clanging sound of metal tray against metal prosthetic rang out.

Della had grown to love all of her sons’ unique quirks since finally being reunited with them, but Dewey’s determination held a special place in her heart. "Aww, this is really sweet. You didn't have to make me breakfast, Dewey. It's Christmas, not Mothers' Day." It still warmed her heart though.

Dewey sat next to her on the bed. "Well I haven't had the chance to celebrate Mothers' Day with you either!" he complained. "I'm just so happy to finally get to know you after so long. I wanna do [i]everything[/i] with you."

He was such a momma's boy, Della thought. And that was fine by her. She loved receiving her boys' affection as much as she loved making up for lost time by giving it. Even if the ways she showed affection to her kids weren’t the most standard. Speaking of which… "Hey, is everybody else up yet?" she asked.

Dewey caught her implication immediately and his heart began to pound. "Louie came downstairs a while ago. Everyone else is still in their rooms."

"In that case, you want to... Dewey it?" Della wiggled her eyebrows at her most adventurous son.

Dewey's heart skipped a beat hearing her use his catchphrase. "Totally!" He tore off the covers and climbed into his mom's lap, resting his cheek against hers and feeling her warmth. Their bills touched, and neither pulled away. They kissed, a more tender and intimate kiss than would be typical between mother and son.

But there was never anything typical about the McDuck family.

Della had her hand between her son's legs, feeling his stiffening prick, when the sound of something heavy hitting the wall behind them distracted the pair from their makeout session.

Della broke the kiss. "That came from Webby's room, didn't it? What's she doing in there?"

"Who cares?" Dewey's breaths came hot and fast. "I just want you, Mom."

"Then take me, stud." It was a corny line, but she knew he liked corny.

Dewey swooned; why was his mom so awesome?

---

One room over, Lena had Webby pinned to the wall, one hand against the smaller girl's windpipe. Her free hand hummed with cyan magic. "Ready to give up?"

"Nope!" Despite her difficulty breathing, Webby was grinning. "But I am ready for a... Thousand-fold Flutter of the Feathered Fury!"

"The... what?"

Then Webby kicked Lena in the gut, then followed it up with a series of kicks that walked up the length of Lena's body, finally bashing the older girl's nose and making her drop to the floor. Webby performed a perfect three-point landing, and looked up to see Lena cradling her face.

"You don't need to shout out your attack names," exclaimed an exasperated Lena. "Also, you don't need to name your attacks."

"Nonsense! Now face my... uh..." Webby faltered as she watched Lena huddled over on the ground. "Oh no, I destroyed something beautiful," she bemoaned. She cautiously approached, trying to assess Lena’s injuries.

Then Lena lunged, knocking both of them into a dresser and bringing it down on top of them.

For a moment, Webby forgot about the fight and focused on pushing the rubble off of both of them. Once they were both free, she realized that Lena was giggling.

"Um… are okay?"

"Yeah, I'm laughing, you adorable ignoramus. I'm fine. I've got magic, remember?" Lena finally lifted her hands from her face, revealing a dark bruise on her cheek. But even as she pointed it out, the injury glowed with a soft cyan light and began to heal.

"Oh... I don't think I've heard you laugh before." She cradled Lena's body, and Lena let her. "I like it. You have a good laugh."

The conversation hit a lul. Then Lena said, "You know, I didn't realize this was what you wanted to do when you told Violet and Huey to give us space."

"Training is important! Especially with someone you love. And you’re the best sparring partner in ages. I couldn’t ask for a better Christmas."

Webby was so sincerely sappy that Lena couldn’t help but smile. "Aww. I'm not complaining. I just thought we were going to... you know..."

"Oh!" A blush crept over Webby's giggling face. "I wouldn't have shooed them out for [i]that[/i]. What if they wanted to join in? You know how good Violet is with her tongue."

Lena did know. The six ducklings had paired off in every conceivable combination several times, but there were certain pairings that they kept coming back to. Lena held Webby’s cheek and kissed her nose. "Your family is weird and I love it," she whispered.

"I love you too. And you know, if [i]that's[/i] what you had in mind..."

Lena needed no additional encouragement. She kissed her best friend, pinning the smaller duck with her weight but knowing she could handle it. Two tongues wrestled, as their bodies wrestled for dominance, rolling across the floor.

Lena’s hand went up Webby’s skirt, searching for her favorite part of the girl’s anatomy. A sharp inhale from Webby, pressed right against Lena's lips, informed her that she’d found it. She put more of her weight into pinning Webby down, feeling the heat of the other girl’s erection as she grinded the palm of her hand against it.

Webby muttered a string of expletives as her hips bucked, then gasped, “Best Christmas ever.”

---

Yet another room over, Huey and Violet were making the most of their privacy. Huey was sitting on the bottom bunk of the triplets' bed, and his hands were clutching the bunched-up sheets so tightly that his knuckles were red.

"Holy cannoli, Violet, where did you learn to do this?"

Between his legs, Violet Sabrewing had her mouth stuffed with duck cock, her tongue wrapped around his twitching member and her gullet massaging his cockhead. She pulled off, her lips making a satisfying smacking sound.

"Would you believe the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook?"

"No, I would not believe that." If the Guidebook had a chapter about oral sex, Huey would have read it, repeatedly.

"In that case, would you believe I practiced with my Dads? Oh, and Webby of course." She spoke with his dick pressed against her lips, as if it was a microphone. He could feel her breath against the tip, and he shuddered.

"Wow. Okay, that I would believe." The mental image of Violet having fun with her dads always got Huey's heart racing. Combined with Violet's expert ministrations, he was already feeling an orgasm creeping up on him.

Violet, attentive as always, released his cock and stood up. "Hang on, I want stimulation too. Switch?”

Huey nodded, sliding off the bed to climb between her legs.

“Your exam starts now, Hubert,” she said sternly.

Huey pressed his face between her thighs, feeling her soft feathers brush against his cheeks. His tongue pressed into her mound, pushing between her folds with the tip. She was already moistened, but he was prepared to make her absolutely drenched. He ran his tongue along her inner labia, listening for her sounds of pleasure.

He imagined that he was a student taking a test. His cock twitched, and he squeezed it at the base to settle it. Getting off could wait, he had a girl to please. He ate her out with gusto, occasionally venturing north to lick and nibble her belly. Whenever he felt her body shudder, he repeated whatever he’d just done, trying to make her moan.

After a bit, he heard her warn him: “Oh gosh, Huey, I’m…”

He redoubled his efforts, and gave a long lick from her taint to her clit, teasing it with his tongue. Her body convulsed, her legs locking around him as her pelvic floor tensed. Knowing that he’d made her cum excited him.

“A satisfactory performance,” she decided, bending forward and kissing him on the forehead.

“Alright, but now it’s my turn to cum,” he asserted as he climbed onto the bed, her legs still hooked around his back.

“Did you bring the condom?" she asked.

Huey flashed the condom from the fanny pack hanging off the bed. "A Junior Woodchuck is always prepared."

“Excellent.” Violet snatched the condom wrapper and tore it open with her beak. “Show me what you got.”

Both ducks gasped as he slid into her. Neither of them had any idea that Webby and Lena, or Dewey and Della were doing the same… but neither of them would have been surprised either. 

---

Much, much later, the whole McDuck family and associates gathered downstairs around the tree.

Louie hadn't even got up from the lounge chair. Violet sat in Lena's lap next to the fireplace, which cast everyone in warm flickering light. Donald and Della shared the love seat, with Della running her hand through her brother's chest feathers. Scrooge and Beakley sat by the coffee table, admiring a family united in celebration. Launchpad hovered by the buffer table.

Dewey and Webby kneeled in front of the tree, eager to start things. Huey had a camera rolling, at Dewey's insistence.

“Look at everything Santa brought!” Dewey declared, and then Scrooge hit him with his cane. “Ow, what was that for?”

Scrooge grumbled. “You know damn well that name is not to be spoken in this house. Why can’t you just say that you got all these gifts for each other? Leave that ho ho hooligan out of it.”

Dewey rolled his eyes. “Alright, fine.” He pulled the first gift from under the tree: a light, irregularly shaped package. "This says it's for Webby." He handed the gift off to Webby, who gleefully tore off the wrapping.

"Oh my god, is this a ritual dagger?" She held the obsidian blade aloft. "It's even got real magic runes in it! This must have been so hard to track down!"

"Actually, we made it," explained Violet. "I did the research, and Lena did the enchanting."

"You two are the best!" Webby squealed. "Oh, and I got something for both of you too!" She picked up a bulky gift from under the tree and launched herself at her two girlfriends.

"Hey, settle down," Lena teased. "Let's see, you got us... a book of ancient Sanskrit sex magic?"

"Maybe we could try some of them together? I took the liberty of marking some spells that looked really fun." Webby looked up at Lena with her best puppy dog eyes.

Lena thumbed through the pages, raising her eyebrow at some of the diagrams. "Wow, some of these are... pretty wild. Do you really like tentacles?"

"I'll try anything once."

"Yeah, that sounds like our Webby," said Violet, patting Webby affectionately on her tail feathers.

Dewey dug out another gift from the pile. "This one is for Louie, from Webby."

The box contained a handwritten journal. Louie didn't react at first, but as he flipped through it, its true meaning dawned on him. "Webby, is this..."

"Dirt on all your enemies? You betcha!"

Louie turned the pages faster. "You got blackmail on [i]everyone[/i]! Ma Beagle, Donald, even Doofus Drake! This must have taken you [i]forever[/i]!"

"Aw shucks," said Webby. "What's a little blackmail between friends?"

The next gift was for Dewey, from Della. "I think I know what you like," Della teased.

It was a pin-up poster of Della herself, stretched out on the floor of the Spear of Selene. "Oh my gosh," Dewey stammered. "This is going up on my wall! I'm going to fall asleep looking at it every night!" As he unrolled it, something fell out: a flash drive. "Um, what's this?"

"That's a little extra gift," Della explained. "I found some old recordings in the attic, and Huey helped digitize them. You're going to like those. Some of them get steamy."

Dewey's mouth went dry and he cradled the flash drive in his hands like it was a small child.

Next, Violet unwrapped a handmade card from Dewey and examined it. "An invitation to appear on the Dewey Dew Night After Dark casting couch? How thoughtful. Is your show... actually recorded?" she asked Dewey.

"Not unless you want it to be,” said Dewey as he sat down next to her.

The two weren’t typically as intimate as some of the other pairings, but they weren’t opposed to it either. And there was no denying the atmosphere more heated.

Violet cocked a smile. “And what if I want it to be?” she asked. She took Dewey’s hand in hers and went in for a kiss.

The event continued with even more gifts: lingerie from Dewey to Della, a stress ball from Della to Donald, and more. Eventually there was only one gift left to unwrap: from Huey, for the entire family.

"I did a lot of research for this," Huey explained as the other kids all opened it together. "We've been all over the world, some of us have even been to the moon. It's totally logical where we need to go next."

The six kids all looked at Huey's gift: an atlas of Mars. "Annotated to highlight all possible points of interest," Huey explained. "And boy are there a lot of them. There's so much we don't know about our closest celestial neighbor, but we're going to find out. As a family."

Huey loved them all so much.

Webby disentangled herself from the duck pile she'd been making with Lena and Violet and dug through the empty boxes under the tree. "Huh, I can't find any of the stuff from Louie," she muttered.

Louie cleared his throat. "Ahem. That's because in lieu of any shallow, material gifts, I am giving everyone something you couldn't get from anyone else: Louie Bucks!" He then lowered his voice and mumbled, "Redeemable at participating Louie Incorporated businesses, no cash value."

The whole room took a moment to process this. Huey was the first to respond. "Hold on, you got us scrip for your made-up store? Like, coupons?"

"Isn't your current get-rich scheme being a hooker?" asked a skeptical Lena.

"Now lassie," chided Scrooge. "Sex work is a perfectly legitimate business venture and there will be no shaming of it under this roof. It's no more selling of one's body than shining shoes is! Why, when I was getting my start I took countless customers up my arse for an extra tip." Scrooge relaxed in his chair and sighed. "Brings me back..."

Louie cleared his throat again to pull attention back from Scrooge. "Sexual services are just one of the many offerings by Louie incorporated."

"In that case, I'll cash mine in right now!" Webby announced. "Spread those cheeks, Louie Duck!"

"Whatever the customer wants," said Louie. He fully reclined the chair and spread his legs. He beckoned to Webby, who eyed hungrily the soft wet folds of Louie's boyish cunt: the most obvious proof that the boys weren't [i]identical[/i] triplets.

Fortunately, Webby had the right anatomy to plug that leak, and was happy to use it. She climbed into his lap and made out with him as the pair grinded their crotches against each other, her penis finding a home between his folds.

Huey trained his camera on the action. "Alright, I guess this is happening now," he narrated.

“It sure is!” Louie boasted. He rolled so that he was on top of Webby, riding her. Huey watched her cock vanish between his legs. “You want to go after?”

“I didn’t say that!” Huey gushed. “But I guess if no one else wants to…”

"Yeah, ride that cock!" shouted Della, cheering Louie on.

Lena was listening in on the conversation while studying the pin-up that Della had given to Dewey. She was impressed by the sex appeal in the poster. She hadn’t thought about a roll in the hay with the Duck family mom before, but she was seriously tempted now. She got Scrooge’s attention and asked, “So, hey. Are your Christmases always this, um, horny?”

Scrooge chuckled. “Are ye kidding? This is calm! You should have seen what we got up to when it was just Donald, Della, and their cousins Gladstone and Fethry. Della loved being the center of attention so much the boys had to take turns with her all Christmas long. Although that wasn’t really a Christmas thing, come to think of it. More of an everyday thing."

Lena was blushing hard now, wondering exactly what kind of family she’d hitched herself to.

Meanwhile, Webby moaned between tightly sealed lips. Louie knew what he was doing. Worth every Louice buck, she thought to herself. Unable to hold back, she came, pumping young virile seed into Louie’s hungry snatch.

The boywhore lifted off of her, showing off his dripping sex to his brother. “Alright Huey. You want sloppy seconds with the best cunt in the whole family?”

“Hey now, I don’t know about [i]best[/I],” said Della, who’d been fingering herself while watching. “Maybe we should put it to a vote? Dewey? What do you think?”

“Oh come on, we all know who he’s going to vote for,” said Huey. 

Dewey, who had been organizing the remaining gifts with Violet, bit his lip bashfully. “Well yeah. It’s not even a contest, sorry Louie. You’re good, but Mom is, well, Mom.”

“Heck yeah!” Della shouted triumphantly, pumping her fist in victory. “Why don’t you get over here and show your brothers how it’s done?”

Dewey wasn’t going to say no to that invitation. He looked over to Violet, not wanting to abandon her. But Violet smacked his ass to push him toward the couch, a hungry gleam in her eyes.

Della and Louie laid next to each other in the middle of the couch, and Huey and Dewey climbed up on either side to mount their respective partners. At that moment, Della was fulfilled. After accidentally abandoning her family before even getting to meet her sons, she had been worried that she’d ruined everything. But now she was closer to all three of them than she had ever thought possible. A foursome with her three sons was what she needed to feel fulfilled. It was the best Christmas present she could ever receive.

Della hugged Louie tightly as they were both plowed. “I’m so proud of all of you,” she told them.

Seeing how the morning was going, the others paired off too: Violet climbed into Launchpad’s lap, while Lena used her magic to tease Scrooge. Beakley and Donald supervised, which was exactly how they liked it. And Webby, her head still spinning from her round with Louie, sat back and watched it all, basking in the warmth of a show of carnal pleasure from her closest family and friends.

—

Things eventually wound down: not even the great McDuck family could keep an orgy going forever.

Della held Dewey in her arms, the poor duck exhausted after filling his mom multiple times. “Oh, by the way,” she told him. “I actually have one other present for you. But it's not going to arrive for another... let's say nine months."

Hearing that number was like getting kicked in the heart by a horse. The blood pumping in Dewey's ears drowned out every other sound. "You really mean it?"

"I mean it, bucko. Better start thinking of baby names, mister Dad slash Big Brother."

“Alright, Dad Dewey!” cheered Huey. “This family is awesome, and about to get a little bigger.”

“I love you all so much,” Della said, pulling all three of them in for a big hug. “This is just like I remember Christmas being.” She wrapped an arm under Louie’s chin. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”

Louie couldn’t deny it. “Gladstone told me all about what you all used to do for Christmas. I just wanted to give you Christmas like that.”

“You did,” Della promised. “This is the best Christmas ever.”

And it really was.
