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Louie, Webby, and Launchpad were about 2 weeks into their mission. Why Webby wasn't making any moves was beyond Louie's comprehension.

"I want both of you to go home." Webby said grimly.

Louie raised an eyebrow, his eyes, darting between Launchpad and Webby to make sure they weren't playing a practical joke on him. Launchpad was confused, but Webby's expression was dead serious.

"Come again?" Louie and Launchpad said in unison, though Louie's tone was slightly angry and Launchpad's tone was complete disbelief

"I said to go home," Webby repeated grimly. Before Launchpad or Louie could argue, she began to explain her reasoning. "I didn't make any moves for 2 weeks because I wanted Launchpad's injuries to heal, so that he could fly the plane back to Duckburg safely."

Launchpad frowned. "But why?"

"Because I'm in charge of this operation, and I want both of you gone." Webby growled.

As dim witted as he was, Launchpad wasn't a total idiot. He knew when somebody was lying. Louie, who was a compulsive liar, called bullshit on Webby's so called "reasoning".

"That's not it." Launchpad said.

"Launchpad…" Webby warned.

"No," Louie interrupted. "He's right. Why do you want us gone?"

"Louie!" Webby snarled.

"Tell me!" he snapped, growing angry.

"JUST GO HOME!" she roared.

"NOT UNTIL YOU FUCKING TELL US WHY!" Louie boomed, in a voice that was scarier.

Launchpad stared at both of them, obviously taken aback. He had never heard Louie or Webby, who were probably the two most level headed ones of the group, take on that tone. Webby began mumbling to herself, pacing around the floor, her eyes blazing so much they left a trail of power in her wake. Louie watched her pacing and ranting, knowing that at some point she was going to confess.

"Webbs…" he tried.

"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT EITHER OF YOU TO GET HURT!" she finally snapped.

Both Louie and Launchpad flinched at Webby's raised voice.

Louie burst out laughing. "That's it?"

Webby glared daggers at him. "I'm serious. Steelbeak threatened your life in his note and he's already sent bloodthirsty robots after Launchpad! Who knows what else he has up his sleeve! You two could die!"

"So can you," Louie countered. "You want us to go home because you value our lives? Fine. Fair point. But I think you've forgotten that we value yours."

Webby groaned, and sat down on a plane seat, burying her face in her hands in distress.

"I-I could never forgive myself if anything happened to either of you." her voice cracked, and Webby began crying.

Webby glanced up at him, then stood up and threw her arms around his shoulders, burying her face into his neck. He could feel his shirt becoming wet.

"Webbs," he said sadly, and she continued to cry, her body shaking.

He rubbed her back, the sound of her sobs breaking his heart.

After a few minutes of Webby laying and crying on Louie's shoulder, she eventually calmed down. Louie had hugged her tight, not needing to say anything, merely rubbing her back soothingly.

"Webby," Louie smiled. "Dewey's the one who told me to watch over you."

Webby sniffled. "H-he did?"

"Dewey loves and cares about you so much. He knew you would never let him come with you, and sent me instead. He misses you so much, it's making his heart ache. He prays every night that you're okay. He loves you."

Webby shakily nodded.

"Dewey said to never leave your side. Launchpad and I are here for you, Webby." Louie said. "We're not going anywhere."

Webby squeezed him tighter. "I love you guys."

Webby finally wiped her eyes and glanced at Launchpad, who smiled reassuringly. She took Steelbeak's note out and glared at it—she had two choices: go to the given address on the note or go home.

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Daisy fed Adrian spoonfuls of pudding and he gagged with each mouthful. Needless to say, hospital food wasn't the most appetizing.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Donald?" Daisy asked in amazement.

"Donald?" Adrian huffed.

Daisy shot him a murderous look and he immediately shut up. She stood up and took Donald's hand, leading him outside his room. Donald felt a wash of relief overcome him—it was much easier to talk to her while he wasn't glowering at Donald.

"These are for Adrian." Donald said, holding up a thermos of Beakley's hot stew.

Daisy smiled, and accepted the food from him. She sat down, motioning for Donald to follow suit. He sat down next to her, and looked down, unsure of what to say.

"Listen," Daisy started. "I'm sorry about Adrian. He's protective of me… just like you were." she added in a small voice.

He chuckled, much to her relief.

"It's okay. Isn't the first time I've been punched." Donald smiled.

She frowned. "We need to properly catch up. Can we… restart?"

Donald smiled. "I'd like that."

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Violet's parents were out of town for the weekend, so Huey decided to walk to her house. He groaned and flopped on her couch—the situation with Louie and Webby was driving him nuts and he needed to spend some time away from the mansion.

"How are Louie and Webby?" Violet asked from the kitchen.

Huey just sighed. "They're fine. It's a little frustrating covering for Louie all the time, but I know it's for a good cause."

Violet appeared wearing nothing but one of Huey's oversized maroon Duckburg High jerseys. Her hair was down and smelled like her jasmine shampoo. He blushed and tried not to stare at her smooth, silky legs.

"On top of that, my Junior Woodchuck meeting is tomorrow and I have to prepare a presentation for all the new recruits. I don't suppose you can do it for me?" Huey asked with a smirk.

She chuckled and wrapped her arms around him from behind, softly pressing a kiss against his temple. "Not a chance, Hubert."

He smiled. "I've missed you. It's been awhile since we've had some privacy."

She walked over to him and straddled him. He sighed contentedly, nuzzling her neck with his nose.

"I agree," Violet said, trying to stifle her moan when Huey gently squeezed her upper thighs. "It's been far too long."

Violet gently set his hat aside and raked her nails through his hair. It was always so unkempt and curly yet thick and gentle. Huey smiled when she set her hands on his broad shoulders and gently kissed his forehead. Forehead kisses always seemed to be his favorite.

"Nice jersey." he smiled.

"You left it here after you panicked that my dad was going to walk in on us and climbed down my balcony." she chuckled.

He smiled. "Can we kiss already?"

"What's the magic word?" she asked, a hint of seduction laced in her tone, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Is there even a magic word?" Huey teased.

"Nope." she admitted with a smile.

Huey laughed and pulled her in for a long kiss. When he pulled away, both were breathing heavily.

Huey gently placed ticklish kisses down her neck. "You look beautiful with your hair down."

She blushed.

"But you look even more gorgeous whenever you're yourself, Vi." he said earnestly, his hands slipping underneath the hem of her jersey, sliding it up. He smiled when he saw her black lace bra alongside the matching lace panties.

"I wanted to impress you." she mumbled, unbuttoning his shirt.

He shrugged it off, and Violet marveled at his muscular physique. She stared at him with half lidded eyes and kissed his exposed abs making him shudder.

"Well, consider me impressed." he smiled.

Huey kissed her softly, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his. He growled at the friction, and flipped them over so that her back was pressed against the sofa. She shuddered—she went absolutely nuts whenever Huey was the dominant one.

Violet felt his bulge press into her inner thigh and she bit her lip in shame. She was mad at herself for not being ready for him yet.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

"Fuck," Violet cursed. "My phone."

"We can always ignore it." Huey said, working on her neck.

She laughed and shoved him away. He sat up and gave her a goofy grin.

"It's my dad." she hissed.

Suddenly, a very naughty look crossed Huey's face, and he motioned for her to answer the call. She raised a suspicious eyebrow, and just as she answered her father's phone call, Huey stuffed his face in between her legs. Violet's face turned red and her whole voice was shaky. It was too late to hang up now, and she only prayed her dad wouldn't notice.

"Hey, kiddo! I miss you!" began her dad.

"H-hey, Dad! I-I miss you too." she managed.

Talking to him was proving to be very difficult with Huey spreading her legs apart oh so slyly. She tried hitting him, which proved to be pointless. As soon as her dad ranted about his trip, Violet had to grit her teeth together and hoped her dad wouldn't catch on.

Her dad continued. "I was wondering if you wanted any souvenirs to give to your friends."

"YES! I'd… I'd love some!" she gasped.

The whole time Mr. Sabrewing was talking Violet was trying to maintain a straight face. Huey was enjoying himself by pulling at her panties and kissing the inside of her thighs. Violet let out a shaky breath.

"Violet, are you alright?" asked Mr. Sabrewing.

"I-I'm fine, I think I just ate something bad." she said as she tried to knee Huey in the face to tell him to back off.

"Oh no, do you have food poisoning?"

Huey's kisses began making their way higher, and now he was being more daring, whipping out his tongue. His warm breath hit her hard as his tongue lapsed over the areas of flesh he kissed.

"No, Dad! I think I'm fine, I just… OOH!"

Now Huey's tongue had found a nice little spot to enter. Violet's legs started to go out.

"Are you on your period? Are you getting a cramp?" he asked in concern.

Violet could barely register what her dad was saying as Huey's tongue snaked gradually in and out of her.

"Ooh, yeah… just some stomach cramps or- ah! Some bug or… something."

His tongue was making its way deeper. Warmness began to pool at her center.

"It's okay," her dad assured. "Studies say you should do some stretching... or is it take a really hot bath for cramps?"

Huey's tongue was now moving around inside her.

"Oh, oh, oh," whimpered Violet, now forced to bury her entire face in her hands. She was breathing too hard. Luckily her dad was still rambling.

"But sleep works too; I mean you don't want baggy old eyes first things in the morning, right kiddo?" her dad asked.

"Mmm… mornings." panted out Violet who was now faint with desire and trying to keep up with her dad's ranting.

His rough tongue was moving like a wave against the folds of her slick wet core.

"I mean it's important to take care of the skin too, hygiene is very good for your skin." her dad reminded her.

"Oh god, it's so good!" screamed out Violet in pleasure.

"See?" her dad laughed. "No wonder your skin looks so amazing."

"Feels so—I mean, looks so amazing," gasped out Violet. A small moan escaped her lips but Mr. Sabrewing was completely clueless to what was happening to his daughter.

"Yeah… so anyway, I'll be back tomorrow. Sound good?"

Huey was now working his tongue as fast as he could and sucking at her clit.

"Sounds GOOD, Dad!"

"Okay. Love you!" said Mr. Sabrewing before hanging up.

Not a moment too soon.

Violet bent over screaming into her hands, her climax finally hitting her swift and hard. Violet picked herself back up the second her orgasm was over. She pulled her devil of a boyfriend out from under her thighs and gave him the mother of all death glares.

Huey only smiled proudly. "Well done, I thought for sure you wouldn't make it."

Violet wanted to smack him. "What the hell was that for!? Did you want to get caught or just make me look like an idiot?'

"Both." he said with a cheeky grin.

This time Violet did make a move to smack him only he managed to catch her hand midway and stood in front of her with a more apologetic face.

"Oh lighten up, Vi. Like you couldn't handle it."

Violet wiped her forehead of the little beads of sweat he had created.

"Barely," she replied in a husky voice.

Huey took it as a compliment before kissing her lightly on the lips. She didn't pull back like he expected her to, so she must not be too angry with him. With her being so forgiving he decided to deepen the kiss. She complied with great enthusiasm kissing him back fiercely and exploring his mouth with her tongue.

"You are getting so into it." he teased.

Violet didn't answer him and only pulled his mouth back on her and continued to taste all he could offer. His rhythm was perfectly in tune with hers, both of them trying to dominate the other and surprising each other each time.

"Maybe I am." she finally smirked, flipping them over.

Now it was her turn to tease him. He gulped when she shot him a seductive, yet deadly gaze.

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Daisy walked Donald outside.

"It was really good catching up with you again, Don." she said genuinely.

"It was good catching up with you too, Daisy. I missed you a lot."

She pulled him in for a hug, and Do and squeezed her back—Daisy fought back the strange feeling. Being with Donald felt so good, felt so right. She hadn't once felt this with Adrian.

She gazed up and looked at him.

"Daisy?" he questioned.

"Shh…" she reassured.

She pressed her lips against his and Donald smiled.

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Webby, Louie, and Launchpad pulled you to the address Steelbeak had written on the note. It was an old, musty warehouse.

"Talk about cliché." Louie grumbled.

The trio walked inside the warehouse, and almost immediately, Louie was shot in the neck by a tranquilizer dart. He gripped his neck, and his breaths became uneven and wildly unfocused.

"LOUIE!" Launchpad and Webby screamed as he staggered backwards.

Only it wasn't a tranquilizer dart. He didn't fall down or anything. Louie looked up, but it wasn't him.

Because his beautiful, dark eyes had been replaced by blood red ones.

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I am literally in love with Evil Louie Duck, so I'm like, "Hey, why not make him evil after a long, emotional discussion about how he'd never leave Webby's side?"

I'M evil, I know

Guys, I had some uploading problems with chapter 18, so if you didn't read it, read it. It has some insight on Steelbeak and Henry's friendship

Always yours,

—Jordan :)