Feliz Cumpleaños

Written by SkyBCliffe
1/7/2022
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It was November 1st, the middle of the autumn season, and by technicality the beginning of the Christmas season. At around midday, Chester Tealson was sitting at his bed, watching an episode of Ottoman Empire, while texting with his secret girlfriend, Webby, inviting herself over to his house for some…fun.

He loved, absolutely loved, the McDuck family. He was a great friend to them, and he admired each and every member of the family, and each friend, too. Except Doofus. Nobody likes Doofus.

About 20 minutes passed by, while Chester passed the time by watching TV. And then he heard a car pull up in his driveway. He went over to the living room window, and he saw it. A car rolling up, that he almost didn’t recognize, until he realized that it was Donald’s car. 

“He must’ve given her a ride.” Chester thought to himself. 

And then a couple seconds after Donald stepped out of his car, he was quick to recognize the duckling girl dressed in that classic pink shirt, blue vest, purple skirt, and pink hair bow, as she stepped out of the car. It was Webby Vanderquack. With that, his excitement peaked. But that still didn’t explain why other cars were up in his driveway, and continuing out along the side of the suburban road. Some of the vehicles being a purple motorcycle, and a limousine...that had crashed into his mailbox. 

They were coming in droves, and Chester couldn’t understand it, but it gave him an odd, uneasy feeling. He considered locking his front  door, but instead he just went to his room, and locked his bedroom door. Meanwhile, the sounds of multiple chattering people coming into his home could be heard from the other side of the door.

He first recognized the elderly Scottish voice, one which made his heart flutter. “I cannae believe you crashed into his mailbox! What kind of impression is that?!” Scrooge McDuck said, incensed at his chauffeur Launchpad’s reckless driving - which was expected of him, to be fair.

“That wasn’t his first mailbox, Mr. McD. I’ve crashed into his mailbox before.” Launchpad replied.

“Oh. Well...anyway, thank you ‘fer driving me to his house. …But why are you staying? And why do you have that?” Scrooge asked, as he pointed at something Launchpad had in the pocket of his bomber jacket.

“I just wanted to come around and see if Chester wanted to watch some Darkwing Duck with me!” Launchpad replied, as he reached into his jacket pocket and eagerly pulled out a VHS tape of Darkwing Duck.

“...And?” Scrooge asked.

“...And have some ‘fun’ with him.” Launchpad said truthfully. “He likes ‘fun’, and I do, too.”

“Well, he doesn’t have a VHS player. Might as well skip to the good stuff.” Daisy Duck said.

“...And how would you know that, Daisy?” Donald asked, confused.

“Well, who uses VCRs nowadays?” Daisy replied.

“That’s a fair point…” Louie said, agreeing with her.

The other people in the room nodded and murmured in agreement.

“...But, could it also be because you’ve been here before? Pleasuring him? WITHOUT Donald’s prior knowledge?” Louie said with a smug look on his face.

Donald cocked his head to Daisy, rage welling up inside him. “You WHAT?!”

Daisy was quick to retort. “Now hold on - just why are YOU in here too, Donald?”

“Uh…” Donald hesitated, a bit less skilled at lying, compared to Daisy. “I-I was just making sure Webby is safe and comfortable.”

Daisy didn’t buy it. Surely he was honest with that answer, but she already knew what he wasn’t saying. “Certainly…very comfy, I’m sure.”

“Very comfy, indeed.” Webby chimed in, with a nod and an unwavering smug smile.

Chester couldn’t see everything else that was happening, but he could hear the conversations all out there. Including new voices that arrived.

“So, why are you here?” Scrooge asked.

A familiar female voice replied, Scottish and aged. “I’ve seen his prowess. Wanted to take a test ride of me own.” He vaguely knew it was Matilda McDuck, youngest sister of Scrooge, having only met her once at a family gathering.

“You’ve seen it? How?” Scrooge asked, confused.

“He macked with a news reporter last night. On LIVE TELEVISION. How could I not see it?” Matilda replied.

Chester’s frame tensed as he heard that. “Are you fucking kidding me?! ROXANNE TOLD ME THE CAMERAS WERE OFF!!” He yelled to himself internally. He met Roxanne Featherly, a green duck woman and the local news reporter for Duckburg, yesterday during a local questioning about the erecting of a Webby Vanderquack statue. But Chester was camera shy, and after some awkward banter and a few glances from her eyes to her cleavage, suddenly Roxanne was more invested in a different erection. They went somewhere private, one thing led to another, and the cameraman “just so happened” to come by and watch…while the camera was rolling.

Many familiar voices could be heard from the other side of Chester’s door. Owlson, Violet, Panchito, Fenton, the list goes on. Things only got more tense when Glomgold, Magica, and Goldie came by.

“Launchpad? My cane.” Scrooge said in a menacing tone, ready for a battle against Magica. As Launchpad handed him his cane, Scrooge aimed it toward Magica as though it was a sword.

“Easy, Scroogie. I’m not here to battle. Not today, at least.” Magica said in a calm tone. “I’m here to give...this.” She added, as she held up her magic staff, and a small portal opened, and Magica reached into it, and pulled out a bouquet of blue flowers.

“Blue roses? For me?” Scrooge asked, genuinely confused.

“Indigo Anemones. This dimension only has purple, red, and white ones, so I wanted to get a rare color.” Magica replied. “And, they’re not for you. They’re for that dashing, blue-eyed gentleman, Chester.” Magica said amorously, as she held the bouquet close to her chest, closing her eyes and fantasizing about him.

Everyone - except for Chester, of course - looked at her in either surprise, or confusion, at the fact that Magica just said that. About Chester.

“...Dashing, as in running away?” Louie wisecracked, genuinely confused as to what Chester could ever see in her. Aside from his dick.

Magica didn’t have time to react to what Louie said, because Scrooge asked her another question. “Why would you be giving Chester flow...ooh...oh, for…” Scrooge asked, before trailing off and then realizing that she might be here to fuck him. He then placed his hand on his forehead in a frustrated way. “Tell me you’re not here to-” He said, before Magica interrupted him.

“Mate with him? Why, most certainly.” She said, giving a grin of sensual intent. “Wouldn’t be the first time, Scroogie.”

Chester couldn’t stop himself from speaking on the matter. He shouted defensively through his bedroom door, catching the attention of those on the other side. “She cast a spell to make my member twice as big! I had to see if it made me last longer! …IT DIDN’T!”

“That is low on so many levels, y’know? To even consider tryin’ to steal my boyfriend from me.” Scrooge said, just downright disappointed that his arch nemesis would do something this low.

“Boyfriend?” Goldie asked, concerned.

Scrooge didn’t even care that Goldie seemed bothered by the fact that he was in a relationship with Chester.

“Scroogie...you have all this.” Goldie said, raising her hands up to her armpits, and lowering them down as she flaunted her body, her supple, sizable breasts, and her hourglass curves, surprisingly well sustained for a woman of her age.

The triplets, Violet, and Webby grimaced in disgust at the old lady showing off.

“Plus, a cozy behemoth of a mansion in the snowy mountains far from the annoyance of civilization, but instead you pick...him? Over ME?” Goldie added.

“Look, Goldie. What we had was great and all, but I just feel happier with him. He’s so kind and loving, and doesn’t try to bump me off to get my fortune.” Scrooge replied calmly, smugly.

“Well, jokes on you. I laid with him as well.” Goldie said, wanting to get the last laugh, giving herself a grin of satisfaction.

“What?!” Scrooge exclaimed.

“And I’d do it again.” Goldie said.

“My ex fucked Chester, my arch nemesis fucked Chester, what’s next?! Why don’t ya just tell me Flinty fucked him?!” Scrooge said, pretty livid.

“Uh, g-go back to your sister, I don’t think she was questioned thoroughly.” Glomgold said nervously, trying to evade suspicion.

“You fucked him, too.” Scrooge said, unimpressed.

“Scroogie! I may be your rival, but I would never even glance at a lover of yours.” Glomgold said, trying his best to sound innocent.

“...You fucked him.” Scrooge said again.

“Okay, yes, I did.” Glomgold said, admitting the truth. “His face made a great cushion for me arse.”

The conversations went on for a bit, while Chester resigned to sitting on his bed watching TV, listening to their conversations every now and then to make sure things weren't getting violent.

Soon, one of them spoke up. Lena. “Okay, okay, look. Can we all just agree that we’re horny right now?” Lena asked aloud.

Everyone nodded and murmured in agreement.

“And we all know that the one we’re wanting is behind this door?” Lena asked.

They nodded again.

“Well, I say we calmly go in there, and rationally discuss how we could do this fairly.” Lena said. Everyone just murmured in confusion or hesitation, at her strangely out of character suggestion, while Huey just looked at her with a proud smile.

“...Or we could just break the door down.” Lena said, offering a more fun alternative which everyone immediately agreed with. “Whew, Huey’s been trying to push me into more peaceful approaches, but that felt really out of character for me. Eh, I tried.” She added. 

Louie and Dewey then walked up to Chester’s bedroom door, and started slamming their fists against it. “C’mon, man, let us in!” Dewey exclaimed, as he knocked the door aggressively. “You let us in right now, old man!” Louie exclaimed desperately, as he pounded the door with his fist. 

Everyone else joined in, pounding their fists against the door, or even scratching at it like eager puppies, all of them whining and begging to be let in while Chester just laid there on his bed, not sure what to do.

“Why didn’t I just keep my fucking pants on?” Chester thought to himself over and over.

He soon got up and tiptoed over to the door, placing his hand on the door knob, and slowly turning it. Until the unlocking click signified that a storm was coming. 

Suddenly, the door flew open with the force of many people pounding and pushing and scratching at it, and Chester stumbled and fell back onto his bed. When he managed to refocus, his bed was surrounded by more than 20 people. 

A light purple alien woman was the first to command. “Pants. Off.”  To which, Chester immediately took off his lounge pants and boxers, his six inches exposed. 

“Penny, easy. Let’s not rush into it just yet.” Della said calmly, though she wasn’t even convinced. “Oh, who am I kidding? I wanna ride him right now.” She said, starting to peel her own clothes off.

“W-Wait, Penumbra, I thought you didn’t want Earth males.” Chester said, confused.

Penny smirked maliciously. “Right. But that won’t stop me from ruining that member of yours.” She clenched her fists, her knuckles popping.

“Penny, no. We talked about that.” Della intervened, shaking her head.

“People, can we at least be civil enough to let Chester have a say in this?” Fenton asked. 

“Yeah. There’s 24 of us, and one of him. He can’t handle all of us at once.” Violet said. 

“Thank you, Violet.” Chester said, panting nervously. 

“So the least favorites must go.” Violet said. 

“Hold on, what?” Chester asked, with a confused expression on his face. 

“We must divide each of us into groups. Group 1, Chester’s favorites, stay where you are. Group 2, Chester’s least favorites, the door is over there. Have a safe drive or walk home.” Violet said.

“That seems a bit harsh, don’t you think? I mean, yes, there might be some people that I enjoy more than others,” Chester said, giving a quick glance toward Webby, and then Scrooge. “and some that aren’t my most favorites, like...Louie.” Chester continued, shamelessly using Louie as an example of who isn’t in his list of favorites.

“Oh, come on! Why not?” Louie asked, genuinely wanting to know why.

“Well, you’re pretty conceited, you’re selfish, greedy, lazy as hell, you put in no effort, you’re a smug little b-hole, and you don’t try to improve or change that about yourself. And on top of that, you try to keep Webby all to yourself.” Chester replied honestly.

“I love her, too! Why do you think I came here?!” Louie said, trying to defend himself.

“You love her as your personal fuckhole, that’s for sure.” Chester remarked.

The other people in the room tried their best to restrain their laughter, at the fact that wisecracking Louie just got a taste of his own medicine.

“Also, a lazy selfish asshole? That’s what you all think of me?” Louie asked, getting pretty ticked off.

“Yes. And you don’t change at all. With your attitude, stroking your ego will be the only time you get stroked.” Chester replied.

“Well, maybe I should start now.” Louie said before speaking up. “Hey, guys! Chester and Violet do have a point. Obviously he can’t take all of us at once, but we shouldn’t have to exclude anybody from the chance to have fun with him. There’s gotta be a way we can make this work. Right, Chester?” Louie said calmly and rationally.

“Huh…alright, Louie. Yeah, I think we all could make this work somehow.” Chester replied, as he got up from his bed and started thinking of ways that they could all have fun together, not caring as he walked around in front of them naked, his dick fully erect. 

While he was facing the sliding glass door that led to his patio, Webby looked at a calendar on Chester’s wall, and noticed a blue circle around the 2nd of November, and some writing within the circle that said ‘My B-Day’. Webby then pointed it out to the others, and then she whispered to them. After a moment, they silently walked out of the room while Chester was still talking. 

“Now, there’s a few ways we could do this. Maybe some collaborative hotdogging, tribadism, maybe Lena could cast a few spells, maybe a collaborative titjob, and the two women giving the titjob could be getting fucked by two other people. Ooh! Maybe we could do a mutual masturbation chain! Like, I could have somebody sucking my cock, and while they suck me off, I could have two other people standing beside me, and I could finger them or jerk them off, and they could jerk off or finger the people standing next to them, and the chain goes on connecting all of us! How does that sound?” He said, as he turned around and noticed that they were not in the room. And then he heard multiple engines turn on, as the vehicles left. “Well...they’re gone. And I’m still hard. …Oh well, guess I’ll jerk off instead.”

Once the family gathered back to the manor, including Fenton, Daisy, Goldie, Magica, Glomgold, Drake, Gladstone, and the others, Webby, Huey, and Violet spent the rest of the day formulating a plan. Not only to ensure that each of them got a turn with him, but also to give him an amazing surprise party. Throughout tomorrow, they would work on setting up the place for a great birthday, while also getting their turns with Chester. They all agreed on going in alphabetical order, by first name. Zan Owlson would’ve been the last to get a turn with Chester, but they collectively decided that Webby should have that honor. June and May wanted to take him together, and since Officer Cabrera would be busy the entire day, except in the morning, they decided to have her take a turn with Chester after Boyd was finished. Well, she did tell them that her first name was Maria, but they had already set up the order, so they kept it as is. Once they had everything planned out, the family went to their rooms to get some sleep, while the others occupied the guest bedrooms.

Meanwhile, Chester was laying in his bed, his right hand underneath the sheets and stroking at his erection at a fast pace. His eyes were closed as he fantasized about the Duck family and their amazing assets, both chestwise, and asswise. Beakley had such amazing breasts, definitely the biggest out of the family. They were so soft and pillowy. Whenever he slept on them after she and him had a good fuck. Della’s breasts were a moderate C-cup size, but something about how amazing her breast milk tasted always gave Chester a nostalgic feeling. The taste of her breast milk made him feel like he was sitting on the beach, enjoying the simple, yet luscious taste of an ice cold vanilla milkshake, while enjoying the perfect temperature of the warm sun mixed with the cool summer breeze blowing along the shoreline. Beakley’s breast milk tasted great as well, but Chester preferred Della’s milk a little more. Regarding butts, Beakley wasn’t as well endowed as the rest of the family, but she still had some good thighs. Della’s ass wasn’t as big either, but it was still pretty plump. And the same could be said for Donald. Out of the entire family, Scrooge’s ass was the biggest. With the triplets Huey, Dewey, and Louie, being slightly smaller. And finally, there was Webby. Her butt size was actually pretty similar to the triplets, except her asscheeks were noticeably softer, and they jiggled a little more whenever she walked.

But breasts and asses weren’t all that important to Chester. Even though they all had amazing breasts and asses. Chester admired each of their personalities as well. He found Huey’s shyness pretty cute, and he also loved his admiration for history and science. And Scrooge was pretty much the same way, except he wasn’t shy. Dewey’s confidence and thrill-seeking level of exhibitionism was Chester’s favorite thing about Dewey, and Louie...still wasn’t Chester’s most favorite. But, he was still pretty cute, I guess. And then Webby. Oh, Webby. She was so adventurous and outgoing, with a perfect equilibrium of a wild personality and a loving heart. Not to mention her giddy, eager behavior.

Then of course, their voices. Beakley’s voice was so motherly and welcoming, and that British accent was so endearing to Chester. Della’s voice was the same way, - minus the British accent, of course - but Chester loved when Della sang to him. He also loved Scrooge’s Scottish accent. He didn’t know how to describe it, but something about Scrooge’s voice was so pleasant to hear. Huey’s voice had a certain tone to it that sounded similar to Webby. In fact, if Huey wore a pink polo shirt, a blue vest, a pair of purple shorts, and a pink cap, he could pass for a male Webby. And then of course, Webby. Fffuck, her voice was delightfully adorable. The tone in her voice always expressed a sense of whimsy and giddiness that always made Chester smile. Her moans, gasps, sighs, coos, squeals, and even quacks of pleasure were always so delightful to hear. Her voice always brightened Chester’s day. Honestly, he could never get tired of hearing it.

The fantasies intensified for a short while, and what was about to bring Chester over the edge was the memory of Webby laying on his chest, and whispering naughty things to him while he was handcuffed to the bedposts. Then, just as he was about to cum...he stopped. Pulling his hand away from his cock, and then closing his eyes as he laid back on his pillow, relaxing, allowing himself to fall asleep.

~

Somewhere in the middle of the night, Chester had a wet dream where Webby was straddling his waist and bouncing her huge butt up and down on his cock. Chester would’ve been disappointed, because that was a perfectly good nut - that he was saving for a certain somebody - wasted on a wet dream. But it didn’t bother him, for 2 reasons. 1. He was asleep. And 2. The wet dream was about Webby. Can you really blame him?

As he slowly opened his eyes, waking up, he felt a strange but familiar feeling around his cock, that it was between something soft and squishy. And he tilted his head forward and saw the one causing this feeling. Beakley. She wanted to wait until he woke up to give him a titjob, but she got impatient. Which wasn’t common for her. But regardless, Chester laid there, admiring the feeling of her big tits rubbing at his cock, hugging it so comfortably, and apparently Chester woke up just as he was getting close to the edge. And then, Beakley stopped the boobjob. 

Yesterday, when the family was planning out Chester’s birthday, they made the decision that only 5 out of the many people would get to make Chester cum. Yes, that was unfair, but then again, making Chester cum 28 times in one day? He would be either out cold or drained dry after 15. 

So, they decided which three out of the five would make him cum, based on status. Webby gets to make him cum, because she’s Chester’s girlfriend. Scrooge gets to make him cum because...well, him being the cum-hungry elderly duck that he is. And, he’s also Chester’s boyfriend. And Matilda gets to make him cum, because it would be her first time having sex with him. They would want her to have the full experience. And the other 2 of the 5 would be decided by Lena and Louie drawing names out of a hat. Violet and Flintheart won. In a totally not biased or rigged voting.

Blame Lena for intentionally picking Violet, blame Flintheart for bribing Louie.

After Beakley finished with her boobjob, she then left and went back to the manor. Chester got out of his bed to examine the bedsheets for any cum stains from the wet dream he had, which would’ve been dry by then. But strangely, none were there. He found that odd, but then he brushed it off and went to go take a shower. 

He turned on the hot water, and just before he was about to step in, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Chester, with his towel wrapped around his waist, opened the door to find Boyd standing there, looking up at him. 

“Hi, sir! I’m Boyd! A definitely real boy!” Boyd said. 

Chester just gave a confused expression. “W...what?” Was all he could say. 

“...Oh, right, I don’t need to say that anymore. Sorry. I’m Boyd. A robot boy.” Boyd said. 

Chester was even more confused after hearing that, but then he realized that, in a world of anthropomorphic ducks and magic and...well, a lot of other things, a robot boy shouldn’t be that much of a surprise. “Well, hello, Boyd. What brings you here?” Chester asked politely. 

“Well, I shouldn’t say too much about it, but Huey told me about what had happened yesterday, with all those people that came here, and they were all wanting to copulate with you, and so forth. Well, we decided to have turns with you one at a time. So, now that it’s my turn, could you be so kind as to not get into the shower yet? I’m not waterproof.” Boyd replied, as he undressed himself. 

“Alright. So, what are you wanting to do?” Chester said, as he switched off the water in the shower, and sat down on the floor, with his towel covering his cock, which wasn’t erected yet. 

“Well, Webby had told me that you had been edging for about 3 weeks, so I was thinking...maybe a vibrating handjob?” Boyd replied, as he turned around and showed his backside, which was a good size, pretty plump. 

“A vibrating handjob? What’s that?” Chester asked, while staring at Boyd’s butt. 

“Well, without overcomplicating it, it’s a vibrating handjob. Stroking your member, and vibrating it at the same time.” Boyd replied, matter-of-factually. 

“...Yeah, I figured.” Chester said, understanding that it was literally what the name implied. 

Boyd posed himself by angling his hips to the left, flaunting his ass while he looked back at Chester. “But first, allow me to arouse you.” Boyd said, as he placed his hands on his supple asscheeks, spreading them apart and revealing his anus. 

Chester watched as Boyd spread his cheeks, while his cock began stiffening at the sight. Boyd then allowed his cheeks to retract, his cheeks jiggling as a result. 

About a minute went by, and Chester’s cock was completely hard. Boyd noticed, and then turned around so he could begin. He placed his palms on the sides of Chester’s cock, as he switched on the vibrating functions in his palms and fingers, which Gyro added to Boyd for, not just that purpose, but also so he could give shoulder and back massages. 

Chester moaned softly at the feeling of Boyd’s vibrating hands, as Boyd then wrapped his fingers around Chester’s dick and began stroking at a slow pace, while he increased the intensity of the vibrations. 

Chester’s moans increased in volume as the handjob went on, with Boyd increasing the intensity every so often, and increasing the speed of his strokes. He almost came all over Boyd’s hands until Boyd stopped stroking, and began massaging the tip of his cock. After a minute of that, Boyd went back to jerking him off, while vibing his cock at maximum speed. And just as Chester was about to cum, Boyd stopped, for he then noticed that he had to get back to helping the family with the party. 

“Sorry, sir. I’d love to continue this with you, but I have to get back to the manor.” Boyd said apologetically, as he put his clothes back on. 

“Dang…but alright.” Chester said acceptingly.

As Boyd left, Chester was about to get into the shower, before he heard someone enter his house again. There was a knock on his closed bathroom door, and he opened it to find Officer Maria Cabrera, Fenton’s mother, standing in the doorway. Dressed in a scantily clad police officer shirt, skin-tight black jeans, and a peaked cap. The kind you would see in a porno. 

“Good morning, ma’am.” Chester said politely, feeling a bit nervous already. And turned on by her outfit. 

“Good morning, Chester.” Maria replied. 

“How’s your morning going?” Chester asked. 

“It’s going well, thank you.” Maria replied, giving a small grin. “I sincerely hope you don’t mind me barging into your home like this. Every so often, I have to do a routine sweep of different neighborhoods, checking for illegal contraband, drugs…” She continued, as she slowly strolled towards Chester, until she was about a foot away from him. “...men who are too cute for their own good.” She said a little more softly, as she brushed her hand down Chester’s bare chest. 

“W-Well, I can assure you, officer. You’ll find no drugs here. Just me. …The cute duck, heh.” Chester said shyly, while he admired the feeling of her hand petting his chest. He was not the best at flirting, him being as timid as he is. 

“Anyway, you should go ahead and get your shower. Boyd and I have kept you waiting long enough.” Maria said. “Although...I’d love to join you, if you don’t mind.” She added, as she removed her shirt and jeans. 

“Oh…I-I wouldn’t mind at all.” Chester said, as he lowered his towel, hung it up on its hook, and then switched the shower back on. 

After Maria removed all of her clothes, she stepped into the shower with Chester, and then two of them were doused in the warm water. At which point, Maria authoritatively commanded Chester to lay down, and he laid on the floor of the bathtub. Right away she straddled his waist, as she took a bar of soap and gently rubbed it on his wet skin, lathering his arms and stomach with soap, before rotating herself and lathering his legs, and then his cock. 

Once she was done with that, she then set the bar of soap aside and started scrubbing at his legs, rubbing the soap in and cleaning his legs, and then she turned around and scrubbed his arms, and then his chest and stomach. Then she turned back around and started rubbing his cock, her soapy hands feeling slick and smooth, while she lathered his penis. 

Chester moaned softly at the rubbing, from how slick her hands felt, due to the soap acting as a lubricant. Maria kept rubbing his cock, until it became erect in her hands. She rubbed it at a faster pace, stroking it with one hand, while her other hand moved down and started massaging his balls, ‘cleaning’ them. 

When Chester was close to cumming, she stopped. And then let the water wash the soap suds off of his skin. She then told Chester to sit up, and he did. While she grabbed a bottle of shampoo, she lifted her hips up, and sat down, her pussy engulfing his cock, while she and Chester were in lotus position. She rode his cock at a slow pace, while she squirted a liberal amount of shampoo into her hands, and scrubbed her fingers through his wet hair, lathering it with the bay rum scented shampoo, which had a somewhat caribbean smell to it. 

“Mmm...this smells delightful, Chester.” Maria said, as she sniffed the hair wash while she scrubbed his hair with it. 

“Thank you, ma’am.” Chester replied politely. A long while back when he was still new to Duckburg, he was shopping and he found a bottle of shampoo made with a plant called bay rum, hence the Caribbean scent. He tried it out, and his hair was much more wavy and soft...and fluffy, strangely. But not unpleasantly, of course. Webby noticed the pleasant smell, and she admired it. Now, it’s the only shampoo Chester uses. 

Maria increased the speed of her riding, while she kept scrubbing Chester’s hair, and once he got close to cumming, she got off of his cock and then let the water wash the shampoo out of his hair. “On second thought, it surely would be criminal to make you cum so soon.” She said dominantly. “I should get going. And you should get dried off.” She said, as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a spare towel from the cabinet under the sink. She dried herself off, and then Chester stepped out and grabbed his own towel just as she was getting dressed. When she was fully dressed, she exited the house, and left in her car.

Just when he was about to get some peace, there was another knock on his door. Well, truthfully, there wasn’t a knock at all. Because just like the three recent visitors, they barged in like they lived with him. It was Daisy and Della, arguing with each other about...yesterday’s events. 

“You broke my brother’s heart, so now I’m obligated to break your popsicle stick model legs, you...you g-glorified...dammit, I’ll get back to you when I think of an insult!” Della said to Daisy, struggling to find an insult. 

“Della, please! If you would let me explain…” Daisy responded, before seeing Chester walk out of his bedroom to see what they were yelling about. “We’ll talk later.” She said to Della. 

“Hey, Della. Hey, Daisy. How are y’all doing?” Chester asked, not caring that he still had his towel wrapped around his waist. But they didn’t care, either. 

“Well, Chester, I wanted to come here and make you some breakfast!” Della replied with a kind smile on her face. “I only brought Daisy along because I met her on the way here, and we’ve been chatting.” She added, her smile turning a bit more fake. 

“About yesterday, I presume?” He asked. 

“...Yes.” Della replied, her smile fading a bit. She didn’t want him to be concerned about anything today. When it came to birthdays, she always wanted to do anything she could to keep the birthday person happy. Not that Chester wasn’t happy, honestly. In fact, this is starting to be one of the best birthdays he’s ever had. And he doesn’t even know yet that they know about his birthday. 

While Della went to Chester’s kitchen and began making breakfast, Daisy sat down next to him at his table. “I’ve been trying to explain to her that I don’t have feelings for you, only Donald.” Daisy whispered to him. That didn’t bother Chester that much, since he didn’t have much of an attraction to her, either. She was beautiful, and a great person, but he just wasn’t that into her. “But she’s been going off at me for the last 8 minutes. I can’t get a word in edgewise!” She whispered. 

“Have you tried telling Donald?” Chester asked in a hushed tone. 

“That’s why I was on my way to visit the manor. I was gonna go talk to him, but then I saw Della, and she forced me into the car with her, and just yelled. Constantly.” Daisy replied. 

“Maybe I could try telling Donald?” Chester suggested politely. 

“You would?” Daisy asked. 

“Sure! Not a problem!” He replied, still whispering to her. 

“Thank you so much!” Daisy said with a thankful smile on her face. 

“The pancakes are almost ready, honey!” Della said from the kitchen. Chester turned to where the kitchen entrance was, to acknowledge Della’s announcement. But then when he turned back, Daisy wasn’t sitting next to him anymore. He then noticed his towel unwrapped, and his flaccid cock exposed, and Daisy kneeling right in front of it. “Consider this a thank-you for helping me.” Daisy said in a soft tone, as she began jerking him off, until his cock went hard. Once it went hard, she began sucking. 

It was then that Della entered the room with a tray in her hand, holding a plate containing a stack of 5 pancakes, a bottle of syrup, a fork and a knife, and a glass of orange juice. “Breakfast is served, bir…” Della said, pausing for a moment as she caught on to what she was about to say. She didn’t want to ruin Chester’s surprise. “Bir...brrro!” She said, drawing out the r in bro as a cover up. 

Chester nodded. It was then that he realized that they probably knew it was his birthday today, as evident by Della almost calling him birthday boy. But he just nodded, pretending not to know that they knew. Della then placed the tray in front of him, and he smiled at it, ready to enjoy his breakfast. “And here’s a little something to go with it.” Della said, as she went down under the table to suck him off while he ate. 

It was then that she saw Daisy under there as well, but Daisy didn’t bother removing her beak from his cock. “Outta my way, thistle.” Della said sternly, giving Daisy a flick to the side of her head. It’s clear that Della has an ax to grind with Daisy, and she wasn’t implicit about it. 

Daisy stopped sucking his cock for a moment to respond to Della. “It’s Daisy.” Daisy said, correcting Della. 

“I know.” Della said, as she gently shoved Daisy away and then began sucking Chester’s cock. 

Daisy just got out from under the table and stood up. “Well, I think I’ll go ahead and take my leave.” Daisy said, as she started walking toward the front door. “And Chester? Thank you.” She added in a polite tone, blowing him a kiss as she left.

Meanwhile, Della kept sucking his cock, while he tried to eat his breakfast. The pancakes tasted delicious, along with the maple syrup that he drizzled on top of them. But he couldn’t concentrate on them while Della was doing amazing at giving him a blowjob. 

After some time, Della and Chester moved over to his couch, and he continued eating his pancakes while watching TV, while Della gave him something a little more tame: a boobjob. She rubbed her breasts up and down with his dick between them, while he ate his breakfast, moaning softly at her breasts rubbing his cock. He almost came, but Della then stopped it just as he was about to climax, and then kissed him on his forehead. 

After he was finished with his breakfast, Della then took his plate and set it in his kitchen sink, and then she sat in his lap with her breasts close to his face, presenting him his dessert. Chester brought his lips to her right breast and gently sucked on her nipple. It took a few moments, but eventually, milk started flowing into his mouth at a slow pace, while Della moaned softly. 

It went on for a few minutes, and after they were done, Della redressed, gave Chester a kiss on his lips, and left. It was then that he went into his bedroom to put on his clothes, after being naked during Daisy and Della’s visit.

Chester was continuously edged throughout the day.

Dewey visited him and played Wowza Party 8 with him, while he edged Chester in a few different ways. On Frog Rod Race, Dewey sucked Chester’s cock, deepthroating it while they played the game. He wanted to start by jerking him off, but he needed both hands for the Yippii controller. When they reached Boom-buddy Factory, Dewey licked and kissed Chester’s balls. At Woo’s Horror Manor, Dewey made Chester suck his cock. And then rim his ass. At Blimey Beach, Dewey was about to hotdog Chester’s cock, but Donald came by, cruelly, but unintentionally cock-blocking them. 

Daisy told Della to tell him to visit Chester at his house so they could talk. That’s when Dewey had to take his leave, but not before teasing Chester by twerking at him for a few moments.

Donald sat down with Chester, and he set aside his controller to talk to him. He had already put the game on pause when Dewey had to leave. “So, Della told me that Daisy said that you wanted to talk to me.” Donald said, still a little downhearted from yesterday’s events. 

“That’s correct.” Chester said in confirmation. “Daisy wanted me to tell you that, yes...she and I did have sex.” He continued regrettably. “But, it was only a one time thing. Well, a two time thing, since she came here early and gave me a blowjob as a way of thanking me for talking to you for her because Della wouldn’t let her. But that is the last time it happens. She has zero interest in me, whatsoever.” He added rather quickly. 

“You sure?” Donald asked, a bit doubtful. 

“Yes, I’m positive. When she and I first had sex, it was because she wanted to practice it. She was bad at dirty talk and also wanted to learn how to femdom, so I gave her some tips from what I’ve experienced from Webby, from Violet, and from Mrs. Beakley. But I guarantee you - she has no feelings for me.” Chester replied truthfully. 

Donald was still unsure about it, but he willfully accepted Chester’s confirmation. 

Chester noticed that Donald still felt sad about yesterday, so he felt the need to ask this. “I can’t make up for what I did to your girlfriend, Donald, but, maybe...I don’t know, maybe I could give you a hug?” He asked, wondering if Donald would want one. 

Donald hesitated, but soon shrugged it off and accepted, and then the two of them hugged for less than a minute. Admittedly, Donald felt a little better, and then he left Chester’s house to talk to Daisy.

Chester then received a call from Gyro and Fenton, and they told him that they needed him for something...well, they couldn’t tell him because it was birthday related, but they just said that they needed him for something. They also told him that Drake and Gosalyn were headed to his house to pick him up and drive him there. Chester was about to tell them that he could just drive there, but they already hung up. Chester waited patiently on his front porch for Drake and Gosalyn to arrive, and in 4 minutes, they did. 

“Hop on.” Drake said, gesturing to Chester to get on his motorcycle.

Chester walked over and then he noticed that Drake wasn’t wearing pants. Chester didn’t know and yet, somehow, completely knew what Drake was planning when Chester got on the motorcycle while Drake stood up. 

“Unzip ‘em.” Drake said, telling Chester to unzip his jeans. 

After he unzipped the front, revealing his non-erected cock, Drake sat down, and began rubbing his moderately sized ass against Chester’s cock, while Gosalyn sat behind him, as Drake began driving to Gyro’s lab. 

Chester’s dick eventually hardened and when they reached a stoplight, Drake lifted himself up, and then lowered himself, pressing Chester’s cock into his asshole, riding his cock while he rode his motorcycle. It was dangerous. Very dangerous. But then again, that’s what Darkwing Duck is all about. 

Drake rode Chester faster while keeping his attention to the road, and before he came, they finally arrived at Gyro’s lab, and Drake got off of the motorcycle, leaving Chester twitching and throbbing. “Well? C’mon, they’re waiting for you.” Drake said. Chester just got off of the motorcycle and tucked away his erection, which was starting to soften, and then re-zipped his jeans.

When Chester entered the lab, Drake and Gosalyn sat down on a bench next to the front door, while Chester went down in the elevator. As the elevator dinged when it reached the underwater lab, and the doors opened, he was immediately met by Fenton. “Good morning, Chester!” Fenton said in an exuberant tone. “I’m glad you could make it. Gyro and I want you to be our test subject for a secret project.” He added. 

“If this is anything like the automated fleshlight he made...I’m intrigued.” Chester commented, as he remembered one time when Gyro asked him to try out a fleshlight he made that was electronic, and had a suction feature. He tried it out for him, and...it didn’t go so well. It didn’t try to kill him, it just sucked him continuously until his nuts were dry.

“Well, sort of. But we don’t need you to test an invention for us.” Fenton said as he and Chester walked to the lab. “He just wanted your measurements for a...something.” Fenton continued, almost admitting what they were working on, but giving a woeful coverup. 

As they entered the laboratory, Gyro saw them. “Chester, welcome.” Gyro said nonchalantly. “Oh, by the way, Intern, you can use my broom closet for your...endeavors with him.” He said to Fenton.

Chester was confused, and yet completely knew at the same time what that meant. “Wait, what?” He asked, before Fenton took him by the hand and brought him into the broom closet, and then closed the door. 

“Fenton, what the-” Chester exclaimed in surprise, before Fenton shushed him. 

“Shh...you’ll enjoy this, I promise.” Fenton said in a hushed, slightly seductive voice, as he unbuttoned Chester’s jeans and then lowered his boxers. He then opened his beak and engulfed his flaccid dick and his balls, sucking both of them at the same time.

Chester moaned a bit from this, while Fenton smirked. He had been practicing some blowjob techniques for the past month, and he wanted to test them out on someone besides his narc of a boss. 

Once Chester’s cock was halfway erect, he stopped sucking his balls, releasing them from his mouth while he continued sucking his dick until it was completely hard. Words can’t describe all that Fenton did to Chester in that broom closet, but let’s just say that he had never released that much pre-cum in his life.

As they opened the closet door, they were met by Flintheart Glomgold, wearing a bikini top and thong with a green plaid pattern. “Good day to ya, Chester!” Glomgold said in a friendly tone. Fenton felt perplexed at the sight of Glomgold wearing such a thing, but Chester...he knew why Flintheart was wearing that. 

“I’ll just...head over to the lab and...assist Gyro.” Fenton said uncomfortably as he walked out of the broom closet.

Chester stayed in the broom closet. He knew what was coming. “Well, Chester...I’ve been walking all the way over here on foot. I need a place to sit down.” Glomgold said as he closed the closet door.

Chester just obediently laid down on the floor, awaiting Glomgold’s next move. “Such a gentleman you are. Thank you.” Glomgold said politely as he turned around and took off his thong, and then sat down on Chester’s crotch, rubbing his huge asscheeks against his cock, which had already gone half soft from Fenton’s blowjob. And it went right back to rock hard when Glomgold smothered it with his big ass. 

He then lifted his ass up and swiftly lowered it down, swallowing Chester’s cock easily. Wasting no time, he began bouncing at a fast speed, his asscheeks clapping continuously with every collision they made with Chester’s crotch. 

Both of them moaned at the intense pleasure, while Chester brought his hands up and began fondling Glomgold’s man tits, admiring how soft and supple they felt. Glomgold moaned from the boy groping his moobs, and returned the favor by riding him faster. Chester felt himself getting closer to cumming, and just when he expected Glomgold to stop...he didn’t. Glomgold kept riding him, bringing him closer and closer until Chester let out an orgasmic quack of euphoria as he released an entire two weeks worth of built up sperm into Glomgold’s asshole. Glomgold moaned as well and slowed down his riding to embrace the feeling of Chester cumming in his ass. 

“Nn...n-no...I w..wa...I was sssaving that f-for...Webby.” Chester said breathlessly while moaning as his climax continued, slowly dying down. 

Glomgold didn’t feel too bad about stealing Chester’s built up climax, but he couldn’t help feeling at least a bit of sympathy. “Sorry, lad.” He said apologetically, as he turned around and gave Chester a kiss on his lips. 

“It’s okay. I...mmf...I still enjoyed this.” He said, accepting Glomgold’s apology. At least Chester got to bust that nut in someone that he loves. Not as much as Webby, but still.

After Chester and Glomgold redressed, after Glomgold had Chester rim him and lick the cum out of his asshole, they left the closet.

As Chester walked to the stairs that led up to where Gyro was, he saw Gladstone Gander and Goldie O’Gilt waiting by the elevator. Unbeknownst to him, Gladstone and Goldie were going to have their turns with Chester after Flintheart, but Gyro told them that they would have to wait until Gyro was done with him. They were fine with that, but they still gave Chester some promiscuous glances that made him blush. 

He finished walking up the stairs, and he was met by Gyro. “Chester. Glad you could make it.” Gyro said kindly. 

“Thank you, Gyro.” Chester replied politely. “Now, you said you wanted to get my measurements for something?” He asked.

“That is correct. Now, if you would be so kind as to stand right here, we can begin.” Gyro replied, as he gestured to an area of the floor where he wanted Chester to stand. 

“Yes, sir.” He said, as he walked over to the area and stood there. 

Gyro then grabbed a tape measure and measured Chester’s arms, and then measured the width of his midsection. After about a minute, Gyro wrote these measurements down on his clipboard. After that, he then lowered Chester’s jeans and his boxers, revealing his flaccid cock. 

“What are you doing?” Chester asked, even though he knew full well what might happen. 

“I said I needed some measurements.” Gyro replied, as he began stroking Chester’s cock. Once he went hard, Gyro placed a cock ring on his dick, and set it on maximum. The intense vibrations throughout Chester’s dick made him moan deliriously. “I need you to stay fully erect so my measurements are accurate.” Gyro said, as he quickly grabbed his tape measure and measured the length and girth of his cock. 

After some time, Chester got close to climaxing because of how sensitive his cock felt from cumming in Glomgold. But then, Gyro turned off the cock ring. “I greatly appreciate your cooperation, Chester.” Gyro said politely. 

“Glad I could help, Gyro.” Chester replied kindly, as he put his pants back on.

He walked over to the elevator where Gladstone and Goldie were waiting for him. Chester pressed the button to go up, and before the doors could close, Gladstone and Goldie slipped in, joining him. “Room for 2 more?” Goldie asked with a sly grin. Not that he could say no anyway, because they already got on the elevator with him. 

Right as the doors closed, the two decadent ducks quickly undressed and began assaulting Chester with kisses, pulling off his clothes as well as they made out with him. 

Before he knew it, Chester was on his knees, getting face-fucked by Gladstone, deepthroating his big cock, while Goldie rode Chester’s dick. 

Gladstone was free to cum in Chester’s mouth, but when he was about to cum, they just stopped right then and there. After they redressed, Goldie teased Chester with a kiss on his forehead as the elevator doors opened, and she and Gladstone walked out of the elevator.

Chester walked out of the laboratory, chugging a bottle of water he got from the receptionist, and made his way to where Drake and Gosalyn were waiting. 

“So, Chester? Would you like for us to take you to get some lunch?” Gosalyn asked considerately. 

“Yes, please. I’d like a…uh…surprise me.” Chester replied politely. 

“Well, hop on!” Drake said. 

Chester got on the back of the motorcycle, behind Gosalyn. During the ride, Gosalyn sat facing Chester, as she took off her shorts and placed them in a compartment. She then pulled her panties to the side and revealed her pussy, as she unzipped Chester’s jeans and pulled his cock out. Once it was hard, Gosalyn rode his cock while Drake drove them to Wingy’s. 

At the exact moment they arrived, Chester was close to cumming, but then Drake parked the motorcycle, and Gosalyn stopped riding him.

The three of them went inside to get some lunch. Chester ordered a chicken sandwich with no pickles, a medium order of fries, and a medium blue Fowlerade. 

After Drake paid for Chester, and for the lunch that he and Gosalyn got, they went outside and ate under the patio umbrella. They chatted with each other, made jokes, and enjoyed their food. Once they were finished, Gosalyn got a call from Huey, and he told her to bring Chester to a certain location. After the call, they threw away their trash, and then got on the motorcycle, and drove away.

They headed to a club called Guiermo’s, where Huey told them to come. Once they entered and made their way to the diner area, a bunch of circular tables and a dinner theater stage, Chester sat down. Huey showed up and signaled Drake and Gosalyn to head back to the house to temporarily take his place as party manager. 

The club was empty at this time of day, so it would be perfect for Chester and Huey to be alone. Save for José and Panchito. Huey sat next to Chester, just as the show began. 

José and Panchito walked onto the stage, with Panchito holding his guitar. They introduced themselves, and announced that they had written a song for Chester. Courtesy of Huey Duck. They began playing, with Panchito strumming on his guitar, while both he and José sang in an equilibrium of Spanish and Portuguese. The song was in the key of Eb Major, in a common progression of Eb, Gm, Cm, and Ab. With occasional chords changes to F7, Bb7, F6, Fm7, and even Gm7(b5). Jazzy chord changes were absolute ear candy to Chester. The lyrics, while he didn’t understand most of them, sounded beautiful to him in the way they were sung. The entire song sounded delightful. 

“You wrote this for me, Huey?” Chester asked. 

“...Yes.” Huey replied timidly. 

“It’s amazing. Thank you so much, Huey.” Chester said politely. 

“You really like it?” Huey asked, grinning a bit. 

“Yes, I love it!” Chester replied, as he gave Huey a hug. 

“Thanks! I’m so glad you like it, Chester!” Huey said with a smile, as he reciprocated his hug. 

When the song was over, José and Panchito left the room to give Huey and Chester some privacy. 

Soft whispers, touching, and impassioned kissing lead up to Huey on his hands and knees, moaning in his usual feminine sounding voice, as Chester thrusted into Huey’s ass at a fast speed, gripping onto his hips for support as he brought himself closer and closer, but then he stopped himself. As much as he loved Huey, Huey had told him while they were fucking that he couldn’t cum inside him because he wasn’t one of the five he could cum in. And Chester didn’t want to disrupt the order and cause problems for him and the family. 

So, Chester pulled out, redressed, and then Huey left. That was still probably the most romantic sex he’s had all day, and he hasn’t gotten with Webby or Scrooge, yet.

And then the edging continued.

Chester was about to leave as well, by taxi, but then he was met by June and May. Webby’s clones. Or sisters. He wasn’t entirely sure. One thing led to another, and they rubbed Chester’s cock between their pussies in a tribadism position. But they didn’t let him cum.

The taxi pickup never happened, but Launchpad drove by to pick Chester up, and he brought him to his house. …Or, his bedroom in the parking garage under McDuck Manor.

They watched Darkwing Duck on his TV while they made out, and eventually, Chester sucked Launchpad’s dick.

After that, Launchpad left and then Lena came by. She used some special magic that she learned from Magica’s books, and it worked even better than she expected. Using a spell to flare Chester’s cock and make it hard and throbbing with need, a spell to massage it like it had never been massaged before, and it went on. But, she didn’t let him cum.

And then Louie came around and hotdogged Chester’s cock while they watched Ottoman Empire. “…I do like you, Louie. But…your whole smug, scheming thing is just…a bit much sometimes.” Chester said, awkwardly. “Still, I’m sorry for all that stuff I said yesterday.”

Louie was quiet for a moment, then shrugged. “It’s cool.” That was all he could say. Then, the next edger arrived for their turn with Chester. So Louie left.

Magica cast spells on him similar to what Lena cast, only stronger. But she didn’t let Chester cum.

It was only when Matilda came by that he was allowed to climax. She sat Chester down in his armchair, and rode his cock in Mastery position until he came in her pussy. She was delightfully fun and kinky. Kind of like...if you combined Webby with Scrooge and Della.

Owlson did a striptease for Chester and gave him a blowjob as well. But she didn’t let him cum.

And then after that, that same light purple alien from yesterday came by. Della had said that her name was Penny. Although she had confirmed to him that her entire name was Penumbra. She gave him a titjob, then a footjob, and then rubbed her pussy against his cock as well, but didn’t allow him to climax. And left him with one warning. “My earth girlfriend Della likes you, Chester. But if you ever break her heart, I will break your tender little balls.”

And then Roxanne Featherly came by. She gave Chester a titjob as well, but also allowed him to fuck her pussy, but he pulled out of her before he came, as to respect the order that they set.

Then Scrooge came by. Scrooge rode Chester’s cock at a fast pace, his massive asscheeks bouncing and clapping all the while, and once Chester got close to cumming...he came inside Scrooge’s ass. 

“Ahh, yes. Mmf...I love you so much, Chester.” Scrooge said while moaning softly as he came as well, his cum gushing out of his penis and landing on his own chest. 

“I love you too, Scrooge.” Chester said lovingly. After that, Scrooge laid with him and they cuddled for a bit.

Until Violet came by to take her turn. Scrooge left, and then Violet got to work. Putting her well-talented hips to use as she rode his cock expertly, rotating her hips around in patterns, giving him smirks and naughty faces that make him blush tomato red. It went on and on until he came inside her, riding him at a slow pace while he climaxed. And when he finished, she laid next to him for a bit as well. 

“You’re very talented, Violet. Those hips are lethal.” Chester said, complimenting her hip work. 

“Thank you, slut.” Violet said kindly, giving Chester a kiss on the cheek. It never made sense to him why she referred to him as ‘slut’, but it didn’t bother him that much, and he eventually took to liking being called that by her.

And finally, as Violet left, she came strolling in. Her pearl white feathers resembling the hair on her head swishing around similarly to her pink skirt, as she gazed at him longingly, while grinning at him. It’s then that Chester smiled at her, glad to finally see her after a long day. “I take it you’ve been waiting for me all day, the same way I’ve been waiting for you?” Chester asked curiously. 

“Absolutely.” Webby replied, as she hopped up onto his bed, and began undressing, taking off her vest, and then unbuttoning her shirt and removing it entirely. “Now, I am the last one of the day. And because of that, and also because you’re my boyfriend, I wanna make this special for you.” She continued, as she took off her skirt, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties. She then turned around and flaunted her thicc ass to him, posing, reaching back and spreading her phat cheeks to reveal her asshole to him, and then letting go of her cheeks and letting them retract, causing them to jiggle. 

Chester bit his lip at the erotic sight. “Well, go right ahead, sweetie.” Chester said, while admiring the show Webby was putting on for him. 

And what a show it was. She danced at a slow, sensual pace while Ride by Swana Del Ray played on Chester’s phone. Her hands grazed up and down her fluffy torso, one drifting down to her crotch while another went up to her head as she combed her fingers through her hair, while biting her lip as she stared into his eyes. The entire session progressed from passionate kissing, both on Webby’s beak, and her pussy, to a teasingly slow hotdogging - where she made him practically yell out how badly he wanted her to ride him - to playfully bouncing on Chester’s cock at alternating speeds, going fast throughout, and then slow as he was about to climax, and then going fast again. She wanted this to last as long as it could before she had to bring him to the party. 

They both coasted for as long as they could, until Webby noticed that the party was starting in 20 minutes, at 6:00 PM, and she wanted some time to cuddle with Chester as well. So, Webby then leaned down and gave him probably the best kiss she ever gave him, as she rode him at maximum speed, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths as they got closer and closer to climaxing, until finally, Chester set off. His cock throbbing and twitching as he filled her pussy with his thick warm cum, while she came as well, squirting her girlcum all over his crotch. After their climax, they laid next to each other and talked.

“So, did you like it, Chester? All the fun you got to have today?” Webby asked, her hand gently rubbing Chester’s shoulder.

“Oh, I did. A LOT.” He replied with a firm nod. “Especially after edging as long as I did. That was the best release I think I ever had. I loved busting inside Glomgold, in Matilda, in Scrooge, and in Violet. And I especially loved blowing my load inside you, Webby.” He said, nuzzling his cheek on her cheek. “You saved the best for last.”

“Aww, thanks!” She said, as she grabbed him and held him close in a tight hug. 

“You’re welcome, Webby.” Chester replied, and then he smiled as he looked into Webby’s eyes. “I love you so much.” He said as they hugged a little more tightly.

“I love you too, Chester.” Webby replied with a grin as she then kissed him on his lips. After 5 minutes, they both cleaned up, redressed, and made their way to the manor.

Chester opened the front door, and went inside. The foyer of the mansion was dark, and he couldn’t see a thing. Until the lights switched on, and everyone jumped out shouting “SURPRISE!”. Chester looked around, seeing turquoise and blue colored decorations. Streamers, a table cover, party hats, confetti; it almost felt like a surprise party for Dewey. On one table, there was an entire buffet of delicious food for dinner, and not to mention, the cake. It was a rectangular, double layer devil’s food cake with vanilla frosting, and blue decorating icing lining the edges, sides, and corners of the cake with beautiful patterns. It seemed obvious that Huey decorated the cake with that frosting, considering that he did have a Junior Woodchuck calligraphy badge. There was another table that had an entire slew of presents in bags. Even though Chester knew that they knew that today was his birthday, he still felt so honored at all of this, and he couldn’t help but smile. He walked around, seeing all 29 guests waving at him, high fiving him, telling him happy birthday. This was a lot for him to take in, all of the McDuck family, and so many kind, lovely people he met in Duckburg, wishing him happy birthday; it was so amazing!

They went ahead and started eating. Chester grabbed a plate, and got himself some delicious lasagna while everyone else did the same. After dinner, it was time for presents.

Beakley got Chester a building kit for a small 1957 style car.

Boyd got Chester a remote control tank with a turret that shoots water.

Maria Cabrera got Chester a couple bottles of that Bay Rum hair wash he uses.

Daisy gave Chester a snazzy jean jacket to wear for the winter. It was layered inside, with a soft wool.

Della gave Chester a Playgo set, of a vintage seaplane.

Dewey got Chester a videogame called Kaboom Kapers, a post-apocalyptic cityscape themed battle game.

Donald got Chester a vintage amp, a Laurene Velveteen Singer, which was notorious for having a crisp clean tone, and a very raunchy, fuzzy sounding distortion. Perfect for both jazz and rock.

Drake got Chester a dark blue cape. A nice looking one at that.

Fenton got Chester and himself two tickets to a concert for Fenton’s favorite Latin guitarist, Jay Valentino.

Glomgold got Chester a pure gold ring, with bold engraving on it that said G.P.S. Chester asked Glomgold if it was a tracking ring, but Glomgold whispered to him that it meant ‘Glomgold’s Personal Seat’.

Gladstone got Chester a ring as well, a sapphire and emerald ring.

Goldie gave Chester a chrome wristwatch.

Gosalyn gave Chester a remote control motorcycle. She had one as well, and she wanted somebody to race with.

Gyro gave Chester that secret thing he was working on. A t-shirt with a picture of Chester and Webby on the front of it, and a red heart surrounding the picture. Chester tried on the shirt. It was loose fitting and it felt so amazingly soft. Gyro told him that he was engineering a modal fabric that has the same softness as Webby’s feathers. He also gave Chester a cock ring which had a silicone case that his penis could fit perfectly into, hence why Gyro needed his penis measurements as well. It was built so that his entire cock could be vibrated all at once.

Huey gave Chester a red cap that looked like his own.

José and Panchito gave Chester an acoustic guitar. A Valentino signature, with a black and cherry red sunburst color. Fenton grinned so wide and almost fainted at the sight of it.

June and May didn’t get Chester a gift, but they did each give him a $25 gift card. For Wingy’s.

Launchpad got Chester a VHS player.

Lena gave Chester a small dragon statue.

Louie gave Chester a green glass paperweight that looked like a jade crystal. There wasn’t much thought put into the gift, and Louie waited until the last minute. But Chester still liked it.

Magica gave Chester the Indigo Anemones she was going to give him yesterday.

Matilda was going to give Chester an emu egg, but Scrooge didn’t want him to have to bear the burden of taking care of an emu. So Matilda settled with giving him a personalized birthday card.

Owlson gave Chester a long sleeve shirt with a design on it that looked like a tuxedo.

Penumbra gave Chester a gold spear.

Roxanne Featherly live streamed the birthday party, and gave Chester a kiss on the cheek. …And one surprise kiss on the lips.

Scrooge gave Chester a painting he had made of the two of them in a gazebo.

Violet gave Chester a chain necklace with a gold plate that said “SLUT” bedazzled with diamonds.

And Webby gave Chester an entire basket of grape flavored candy, bubblegum, and Fowlerade. Grape was Chester’s favorite flavor.

It goes without saying that this was definitely the best birthday he ever had.

After gifts, it was time for cake. While eating a corner slice of cake, he saw Webby and the triplets, plus her friends, June, May, and Scrooge, having a small argument over in the corner of the room. He couldn’t make out what they were saying. Something about the alphabetical order, something about unfairness, but one thing he could hear clearly was Webby saying “I know, I know! I just couldn’t wait that long, and I felt so horny, and I couldn’t help myself!”

 And then he heard Huey saying “You think that validates you finding some ‘loophole’?! That is so low! That’s like...Louie low!” 

And then Louie commented “Well actually, I suggested the idea to her before bed. Hence, why it’s so low.”

Chester didn’t know what they were bickering about, but Flintheart catching his attention made him brush it aside, figuring it probably didn’t matter anyway.

What Chester didn’t know was that earlier, at around 5:00 AM, April…I mean, Webby, snuck into his house and rode his cock while he was sleeping. Thus, the stained sheets.

The End.