Polo: I'm not tryna oversaturate this story with sex, as I'm only telling the story I feel I creatively need to tell, making it entertaining enough without being too long. The only full on scene I have is with Dewey and Webby although Lena and Louie were pretty close. But don't worry I'll try to end this still on a high note if you know what I mean. ;)

Darkness: Well I mean it is called Scrooge's Secret Stash for a reason. He was pretty much the only one who knew about it (aside from Webby because of course she does) up until this point. So you'll just have to wait and see how everything unfolds...

Jordan: Thanks my man!

A/N: Just saw the new promo for DuckTales season 3. One glaring question: HOW DID THE BOYS END UP SHIRTLESS?! AND WHY ONLY THEN ARE THEY WEARING PANTS?! WHAT THE FUCK?! So long to this dichotomy I've somehow established. (Hey if Gumball could get away with getting censored for being naked or shirtless in every other episode then...oh wait it's Disney we're talking about here. Of course)

By the way, this chapter is completely skippable. In fact, I would highly recommend skipping it if you're not into reading...yeah stuff

WARNING: This chapter contains sexually explicit material. Reader discretion is advised.

"Make me yours, Dewey," Webby lustfully declared.

Dewey grabbed his girlfriend by the waist and proceeded to softly, but passionately, glaze her beak with his, hungrily suckling on her sugary-sweetly scented lips. After giving one more fiery kiss, he draped Webby's top over her head and arms, proceeding to throw it off the bed. Webby left her arms in the air, eyes closed as Dewey took his time in dragging Webby's pink shirt over her, freeing the burden of cloth from her fresh, beautiful body. His longing lips drifted onto her neck as he let his hands fervently run around her luscious hips and her back. Webby let a moan sultrier than she had ever given before escape from her lips, driving the raging fire in Dewey's heart through the roof. He gave one more kiss onto the nape of her neck before his hands finally found the hook of Webby's bra. The refreshed feeling he got from unhooking it surrounded him like a shockwave from the air. After finally throwing it onto the floor, his hands immediately moved to the previously exposed part of Webby's chest. As he coated that lovely spot on her neck once more with his moist lips, his hands grazed softly downward, drinking in the feeling of Webby's bare breasts, as he himself drank in Webby's irregularly rhythmic breaths and stifled whimpers. His left hand traveled to the side of her chest while his mouth traveled down from her neck, leaving a blissful path of loving kisses on her chest.

"Oh my god," Webby breathed, gasping between each one of Dewey's lovely nips at her chest.

Dewey left one more sweet kiss right above her navel as his fingers slid softly down her breast, finally resting near her perky nipple. Grasping her hip with his other hand, he gave her other nipple a light lick with his tongue, drawing a sharp gasp from Webby.

Dewey quickly looked up with concern. "You okay?" he asked, eyes wide open.

Webby panted before answering. "Um, yeah," she managed between crisp breaths, "that was good," she rushed with widened eyes as well, bearing an mixed expression of shock and pleasure.

"Do you want more?" Dewey asked sincerely.

"Pleeaase," Webby squealed eagerly, still breathing heavily. Before she knew it, she felt his soft tongue graze her hardened bud once more. "Gyah!" she yelped as he repeatedly gave it more and more soft, sweet licks with his tongue. She bit her lower lip enough to try and quell her moans, but noise was still slipping through her lips. Dewey's ears, like his tongue, were on fire and he took her steamy grunts and groans as his cue to continue licking it real good while his hand worked her other tit. Dewey soon found himself drawing slow moist circles with his tongue around her perky little nub. Meanwhile, his fingers went to work on the other one, rolling it gently, twisting it softly, playing with it lightly. Webby's staggered groans shifted into deep exhalations at the amount of pleasure she was feeling. Dewey flicked his tongue once more deeply into her breast across her nipple. Then he closed his lips over it, giving it a deep kiss. Webby threw her head back, slowly lowering herself to the bed as she moaned at the graitfying feel of Dewey nibbling sweetly at her nipple, bringing his head with her. What really did it for her though, was the groan he gave as he continued sucking on it. And just like that, she was completely entranced, letting her mind run wild as could be, her system completely running on autopilot.

Dewey lowered himself with Webby, keeping his hungry mouth over her tit and when she firmly placed her back onto the bed, he increased the intensity of his ministrations. Webby opened her eyes, tightly grasping his head, at the heavenly sight of Dewey, on his knees, eating away ever so sensually at her soft breast. "Mmm, Dewey," she panted, completely unaware of whoever might hear her. "Feels...wonderful," her breaths were completely erratic by this point. Dewey gave one more loving kiss before going to work on the other one. His other hand now instead found itself trailing gently down her stomach, stopping just before that area between her legs. As his lips and tongue continued working over her tit, his fingers began to deeply massage right above her nether regions. Webby gave a satisfying moan. This new feeling of someone else pleasuring her between her legs was sensational, as only other person that had ever touched her there was herself. Dewey massaged at the damp skin in her nethers as he continued eating away at her breast. "Please," she panted, "please keep touching me there, mmmm." But as if what she was feeling down there wasn't wonderful enough. What Dewey did next completely broke her.

"Gah! Oh my god," Webby yelped breathily as Dewey slowly slipped two fingers into her tight wet pussy. The reaction he got, however, sent both of them into overdrive, as he felt her completely burst slick spurts immediately upon placing his fingers on the mere edge. Dewey stopped as he saw Webby squirm and squeal as she pulsated deeply and damply into his two fingers. It absolutely felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. In fact, it almost felt like absolutely nothing at all. Then the squirming stopped, and Webby laid there breathing more heavily than ever. "Oh my god, oh my god," she huffed between each breath. Dewey looked at his now damp finger, then back at Webby.

"Oh my god, was that your first..." Dewey couldn't finish his question, seeing how he was busy trying to catch his own breath.

"Yep," she panted.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a hint of worry. He wondered how she could possibly continue, if they were going to continue, in a state like this.

"Dewey, I've never felt better," she breathed. Nobody had ever made her feel such a way before. "You're amazing! Oh my god, I'm not sure I can take much more," she finished.

But goddamn she was slippery, just slicking wet down there. Dewey knew for sure that he wanted more, and that he just couldn't get enough. "Webby Vanderquack, you are the toughest girl I've ever known. If you can evil sorceresses and demon shadows, you can face me," he finished with a wink.

Webby couldn't help but feel more enthralled and compelled, like she had just been through a round 1 and ready for a round 2. And he was right, she only knew how much she could take if she just tried. "Then bring it on," Webby winked back. Dewey immediately resumed by giving her another kiss on the lips.

Their new makeout session wouldn't last long, though, as Dewey began leaving a slow trail of soft loving kisses starting with her chin, going down her neck. Then her chest. Then her stomach. He planted one more kiss right above her mushy entrance that sent a deep chill up her spine. Dewey took his fingers and began massaging around it once more, kissing those sweet spots inside her thighs, sending Webby into absolute disarray. There was no escape for her this time as he deeply caressed at the most sensitive area of her body. Her breaths only grew even more unsteady as her boyfriend was giving her all the love she could handle and then some. She groaned and groaned and squirmed...until Dewey went for the kill.

Webby let out a sudden gasp as Dewey slowly draped his tongue up her sopping lips. Oh my god, he exclaimed to himself, she is incredibly wet. Dewey let Webby catch her breath for a couple seconds before giving another lustful lick at her dripping pussy. Watching him savor the taste of her moist juices with his tongue was undeniably arousing. The slurping sounds he made with every lick almost drove her crazy. Mmmm, he really does love me, Webby moaned internally as Dewey continued to lick away at her sweet sex, overloading her with his tongue. She found herself tightly gripping her bedsheets as he continued giving his love to her, pleasuring her gushing cunny. It was like watching him stuff his face into a giant cake, only she was the cake. And from the dripping sounds his tongue gave off mixed in with the short but enjoyable moans he made, she must have tasted absolutely delicious.

Then Dewey slowly dipped his tongue deep inside her dripping sex. And that's when Webby lost all control. She let her body act on autopilot as Dewey swirled his tongue all over onto her innermost walls, feeling up the total wetness of her cunt. It was all the movements he made with his tongue that got her to burst once more, this time possibly even more than the last. Webby screamed softly as she could as she let her pussy gush short spurts of juice regardless of where they landed. She responded by placing her calves over his shoulders, clenching his face between her thighs as her sex tightened over his tongue until she finished cumming. But when she finished, she found herself looking at where they landed and she was astounded.

"Dewey," she breathed heavily, "you got, um..." Webby struggled to find a way to tell him that his face was half littered with small splotches of her own bodily fluid.

"I got what?" Dewey tried to get her to finish her already-overwhelmed thought.

"You got something, I'll take it off for you!" She finished with haste, almost lost in the moment that was her second orgasm. She thought he did look real sexy with his face covered in her dripping nectar, though.

Unfortunately, it didn't taste as good as he looked, as exemplified by Webby immediately spitting out what she began licking off Dewey's beak. "Pteh! That did not taste good," she cleared her throat, Dewey still awkwardly perched on his hands and knees above her.

"I can always just wipe it off," he hesitated. Webby took that as her cue to hand Dewey a tissue from her night table, which he immediately took and threw back away once he was finished. "Didn't like it?" he asked.

"Eh, didn't taste the way I expected it to. I mean I don't even taste it when I masturbate, or wait...TMI?" Webby floundered, hopelessly stuttering as she was still lost in her orgasm. Dewey gave her a quizzical look that seemed to have reawakened her as she somehow snapped her own confidence back from looking at him. "Oh well, I bet the real thing tastes even better," she smirked before turning the tables quite literally.

Dewey gasped as he felt himself get swiftly turned over so that he now laid back-first on the bed. It turned out that Webby used her legs to flip the pair over in some sort of Jiu Jitsu-style takeover. Must be her training, he thought. But time to think he had no more as Webby began to shower him with saccharine kisses of her own, firmly placing herself in control. It was now her turn to watch as he squirmed and groaned as she began returning the favor. Dewey only sat up to allow Webby to lift both of his shirts simultaneously and throw them off his head, leaving him completely shirtless and, in turn, in his birthday suit. Webby's eyes instantly glistened as she ogled at his firm upper body. The feeling she got when she ran her hands down his toned chest, trailing down on him with delightfully warm kisses was electric. She lifted herself slightly to make way for his stiff member as she crawled back from him, only noticing it after she took off his shirts. She slowed down once she finished making her way down his lightly toned torso. Dewey instantly entered his own trance when he saw Webby give a knowing smirk before she slowly gripped his hard cock.

"Oh fuck," Dewey groaned as Webby began sensually massaging his dick with deep strokes up and down his shaft. It was as if she was transferring everything she felt into him. All the pleasure he had given her was being reverberated through her hand on his cock, which was warming up like crazy from all the work Webby was putting in. "Mmmm Webbs," he moaned. It was only a matter of time, however, before Webby's lips lightly touched his tip. All that hunger and lust was felt through one wet little tap that was enough to draw a crisp moan from Dewey's mouth. Webby ventured further down his shaft with more kisses, satisfying herself with the way he reacted to each one of them.

Then she brought out her tongue, giving his member a nice soft lick up his shaft. "Gyah!" he groaned more loudly. Webby kept licking as she gradually grew into a pattern in which she licked his cock like a popsicle. Dewey was almost surprised at the sounds he made, the breaths he gave. All his moans and groans seemed to turn her on even further as she sped up. Oh my god, he moaned to himself, she really loves me. Nothing could compare to the feeling of her wet tongue slicking up his throbbing member. Then she slowly lowered her mouth over his damp head.

Dewey gasped sharply as Webby's lips coated his head, covering it with the warmth of her mouth. She let it out with a small pop. Dewey tried desperately to keep his composure as she continued gently sucking him off. She bobbed her head on him at a steady pace, only taking in about a third of his length. His moans once again seemingly turned her on more with each one. Soon enough, he could have sworn he was hearing light slurping sound coming from her mouth on his dick. "Oh my god," he groaned, completely giving in.

His groans and gasps were sending her once more over the edge. Dewey's warm cock practically melted in her mouth. Webby slowly increased her speed and, along with it the amount of dick she was taking in. Oh my god this is so hot, she mused to herself as she began moaning at the taste and feel of him in her mouth. It was the most erotic thing she had ever done in her life. And she quite frankly couldn't get enough. Sucking his dick aroused her so much that she felt her other hand slide swiftly down her stomach to immediately begin rubbing herself down there. Her moans instantly got louder and she began taking more of him in, overloading Dewey with an insane amount of pleasure. He threw his head back, shutting his eyes tight at the most erotic thing he had ever felt, not being able to resist a prolonged moan escaping his mouth.

But Dewey shot his eyes completely open at the most erotic sight he had ever seen: Webby laid out between his legs, masturbating while she was sucking his dick. It was almost becoming too much for him. Another minute and he might burst. But he wanted more of her. And the pressure inside him began to well up at an alarming rate. Fortunately, Dewey responded to the alarm by saying "Stop."

Webby right then and there stopped what she was doing, looking up at him with concern. "Is everything alright?" she worried.

"Umm, everything's great," he stuttered. In fact everything was absolutely wonderful for Dewey. "Actually it's why I stopped you. If you kept going I wouldn't be able to survive any further."

Webby grinned slightly, admiring her work in the form of an erotically disheveled Dewey. "So it's you that needs to face me," she challenged. And that's when Dewey realized that anything with Webby, including sex, was going to be a dare-filled thrill ride.

"Then I think you'll know exactly what I want Miss Webbigail," he decided to play along.

"Fine Dewford," Webby sinfully sneered as she laid back on her back in the most seductive pose she had ever pulled. "Take me alive." Wink.

Dewey just could not resist. She was his for the taking. That girl who once could not even go into the outside world and just wanted to "eat a hamburger" was laid there, ass naked looking the most naturally beautiful she had ever been, and ready to belong to him. "With much pleasure."

He neared his girlfriend, lightly holding her down by the hips for leverage. He couldn't believe it, Webby was right there ready to enjoy what could only be classified as the greatest feeling in the world with him, her boyfriend. Their excitement reached a peak level as he let his hands fall to her sides, touching himself lightly to her crotch. Webby shuddered at the heavenly contact their lusting genitals made. Nervous, Dewey made small little motions rubbing gently at her smooth cunny with his erect member, in more of a testing the waters manner. But Webby didn't care, it felt wonderful and, much like with everything else she had felt tonight, like nothing she had ever experienced before. That pleasure did not last long enough, though, as Webby came to an instantaneous life-saving realization.

"Wait! Dewey!" she exclaimed. "Here," she grunted, reaching behind her for the condom. "Lena said to wear this...or else," she glared.

As if Dewey wasn't feeling horny enough. Was it just him? Or was watching Webby tear open the condom wrapper with her teeth before taking it out and rolling it onto his cock herself the hottest thing he had ever seen aside from his wet dream last night? "Now," she breathed, "as you were..."

Dewey gripped himself to get a good shot at entering his girlfriend deeply. Seeing his condom-wrapped cock sexily protrude her gushing pussy was the most satisfying thing he had ever witnessed. But slowly going deeper made him feel all the more wonderful. For Webby, however, it was different. She winced softly in what appeared to be some sort of pain, squirming just a little bit. Dewey saw this and stopped where he was before beginning to take himself out.

"No, no it's okay," Webby panted, still in slight pain. Dewey looked at her quizzically.

"Are you sure? I'm not hurting you or anything?" he worried.

"No, it's fine," Webby shut her eyes as the odd pain slowly morphed into a euphoric pleasure that overtook her like a wave. "I'm fine. This is amazing. Keep going," she pleaded between heavy breaths. Dewey obliged, slowly as possible dipping his hardness further and deeper inside her cunt. Webby's drawn out breath coalesced into a deep prolonged moan of pleasure that was caused by the mere feeling of Dewey inserting himself deep inside her. She had to admit having something as natural as his hard dick inside her felt so good. Dewey almost felt like he was ready to burst right then and there but he thankfully had enough willpower to not do so. Still, he proceeded to pull out just as slowly before going in once more. Webby began to let out more heavenly moans in sync with the slow rhythm at which Dewey began pleasuring her with his soft humps. As they pleasured each other with their raw naked bodies, Dewey felt his hands being interlocked with Webby's. She gripped them tightly, effectively unifying the overwhelming electricity they both felt from Dewey pumping himself into her so sensually and so deeply and with such lustful pulse. Dewey felt her love run wild through his veins as she moaned so sexily for him. He was completely entranced by the way her small yet supple breasts moved with his thrusts. His hips began slowly increasing speed, casuing Webby's moans to be longer and louder. "Dewey," she groaned on occasion.

"Mmmm," he groaned in return. The feel of Webby's dripping cunny closing completely in on his member. The way she moaned his name. The raw nature of their sweaty bodies. The feeling of his hips slapping her ass, the sounds of which seemed to grow louder the faster he pumped. "Mmm feels so good, Webby," he called soothingly. He could hear himself breathing heavily at the sight of her naked, sweat drenched body.

"You feel so good, Dewey," she returned under all the pleasure she was getting from him thrusting deeper and deeper inside her. She gripped his hands for dear life. The pleasure bred a pressure that built up faster than she had anticipated and was ready to just unleash itself from her loins. "Mmm Dewey, I'm gonna...you're gonna make me cum," she cried almost in tears.

And that's when Dewey's eyes locked permanently with hers. "I'm close too, baby," he shouted. And he couldn't help but retrace the steps that lead to this very point. Every adventure he joined her on, every time he allowed her into his heart, every time he comforted her, all so that she could tell him how much she loved him, his heart, his soul, his mind, his body that was going to give her the most pleasure she had ever felt in her life. It was almost becoming too much for him. And he really felt like he was going to burst now. "Webby I love you!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I love you too Dewey!" she cried in return. Right before their climax, Dewey dove down to capture Webby's lips in one final thrilling kiss. He kept thrusting and pumping and fucking until...

Nothing

And then breathing. And screaming. And possibly some crying. The dams broke for both of them. Webby was gushing like a river. Dewey felt the greatest short bursts to ever come out of his genitals. But before he knew it, it was all over. Lodged deep inside his girlfriend, Dewey had filled his condom with cum. The condom itself was just covered in Webby's thick glistening juices that overflowed from her pussy. She could have sworn she heard a squelching sound when he pulled slowly out. Goddamn, was she gushing that much? No matter for Dewey though. He carefully peeled the dripping condom off himself, making enough haste to dispose of it in Webby's trash bin before completely collapsing to the bed beside her.

And there they both were. Panting like dogs in the sun, covered in their own and each othee's sweat, staring blankly at the ceiling as if they hadn't been doing anything else that day at all. They laid there, arms splayed out taking what seemed like hours to fully catch their breath, but when they did, that's when Dewey decided to ask his question. "So how was it?"

Webby took more time to fully recover from the first ever orgasm they had given each other. And she she did, she answered. "Oh my god, Dewey, it was the greatest feeling in my life!"

Dewey laughed weakly. "Better than any other McDuck family secret you've ever uncovered?" he looked at her with a smile on his face.

"That would be you," Webby turned to kiss Dewey on the cheek, softly caressing his damp chest with her hand. "You are the greatest secret in the history of Clan McDuck," Webby fluttered her gleaming eyes.

Dewey shifted himself so that he was on his side, facing her. "I love you so much Webbs," he put his hand to her cheek, before kissing her once on the lips.

"I love you too Dewey," she returned softly. And once more it was that time. That time at which they soundly drifted off into the most blissful sleep they would ever have. In the company of the loves of their lives: each other. And after that, all noise in McDuck Manor had ceased. The night was finally complete.

A/N: Somebody please kick me in the nads.