Ninjatana Warrior: LMAO BET. YOU KNOW HER SO WELL XD
Guest: I know, right?
Guest: Yeah, I definitely do like the idea of a Black Heron arc and their child, but I have so many sequel ideas. I just need to find out which one I want to use, but I'm confused because I fucking love your idea!
Guest: Yes, she would :(
Orochi: I'll do it soon XD! You've been asking forever. I just need to find out a way to incorporate it :D
Guest: Well… she was expecting to do it soon. She needed the protection ;)
dalek117: Same. I should probably work on that :3
Boss Teal: WAY TO RUIN MY EXCITEMENT, BOSS TEAL, I THOUGHT WE WERE FUCKING FRIENDS YOU BASTARD—
I'm JOKING! I hope I didn't scare you
Guest: I will NOT spoil anything (but yes)
riverajocabed1: I can literally imagine you as Launchpad. Like we'd be playing poker, and then your ass comes in yelling, "BINGO!", but you still, SOMEHOW, still manage to win the game. Your MENTAL VIRGINITY? But I'll take that as a compliment :))) And I don't know how I reached 200 this fast. I thought I'd be at 150 the least, but you guys are amazing. In the last 13 chapters, I've managed to get 100 more reviews, and it's all thanks to you guys. And no fucking DOUBTS you'll reach 100 reviews by the next 2 chapters. You've only written what? Like 15 chapters? I reached 100 at chapter 17 too, so you can absolutely do it! And I LOVEDD the new chapter. Are Huey and Violet canon in the future of DBDA? And yeah. Scrooge is snappy. You got my reasoning right. Your sister is adorable! Tell her it's because I needed more clothing to patch up Louie XDD I know, I need to sleep more DD:
caetlyn27: I LOVE HOW YOU GET ME SO WELL!
Let's Dewey It: I LOVE YOU!
32 guys :)) but why do I feel OLD?
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Della stiffly walked into the mansion, her mind still focused on the fight from earlier. Never in her life had she expected to see this happen.
Is this all my fault?
She couldn't help but wonder. She remembered that Donald and Scrooge were too quick to be at each other's throats, as if this had happened before. Over what she could easily deduce.
She sighed, wiping away the tears slowly dripping down her cheeks. She was so tired, both mentally and physically. For the last eight hours, she was in the waiting room. He may not have been out of surgery yet, but as his mom, but she needed to stay by his side as his parent.
In regards to her two other sons, she had briefly talked to Huey over the phone to check up on him and apologize for what had happened. His response had been mostly neutral but he was alright and didn't blame her at all. So at least things were progressing since their fight. As for Dewey, she had heard nothing, even when she tried to call him several times.
After Donald and Beakley finally convinced her to go back home, she decided to check up on Dewey in person. Thinking that he may be in the kitchen due to the lights being on, she took a deep breath, opened the door and...
And saw it.
Della instantly jumped back, letting off a whimper of fear as the Reaper's head turned to face her. With her back pressed against the wall, she stood petrified as her vision seemed to limit itself to one thing, the robot that helped torture her.
"Hello, Della," was all he said as he stood by the table, tinkering with a box that it had put on the table. "I did not expect to see this late."
She didn't reply, still looking directly at him. Reaper just shrugged and looked down at the box, his hand in the form of a blow torch, slowly burning through a lock.
Della stood there for three full minutes, each second being pronounced as her heart beat erratically. She finally regained control over her thoughts, took her weight off of the wall, and took a few steps towards the robot.
"D..d...do you have any idea…w...w...where Dewey is?" she asked, her teeth chattering with fear, imagining her son, who she only just reunited with, being killed by this monster. Her fears were dashed as the Reaper nodded and pointed upwards.
"In Ms. Vanderquack's room."
Della sighed in relief as she heard those words. But the Reaper wasn't finished.
"They have just concluded a session of sexual interaction. Judging from the moans and words I heard with my advanced hearing, they appear to have reached the highest stage of—"
"Stop!" Della shouted, looking away as she blushed from embarrassment. "I've heard enough, thank you."
Her son, having sex with someone! A part of her wanted to go up there afterwards to tell them off, but the other part wanted to leave them alone. From her limited interactions with both Dewey and Webby, she could easily tell that they loved each other so much, with her even contemplating if they were just two halves of the same person. That's how well they were together. So, she had no problem on a personal level, just on the motherly instincts going on overdrive due to being absent all of this time.
"It's funny actually," Reaper's words snapped Della back to reality. "Dewford was so depressed when he arrived, in fact all three of them were, but as soon as I heard Webby offer herself to him, his mood instantly reversed. You organics are so strange sometimes. Though I wonder why Dewford, Hubert and Webbigail would be so depressed in the first place. And why Llewellyn was not present with them."
Della stiffened up as the Reaper walked over to her, his head looking down at her. "In fact, you look stressed, and not from seeing me again. No, your manner of walking was tired and slow. So I can only guess that something has happened to Llewellyn."
She hated how easy he could read her, how easily he could tell she was lying, and how easily he tortured her until she told the truth. Memories of her experiences with him flashed before her eyes, yet she somehow managed to keep her composure.
"Louie had a fight with a local gang, and... and... got stabbed and a-almost bled out." She started to cry as the mental image affected her deeply.
"Is he still alive and in a stable condition?" the Reaper asked, his voice now sounding… sympathetic?!
This made Della furious.
"Why do you care?!" Della shouted, losing all forms of control as she poked the Reaper angrily with her finger. "You tortured me for all that time back in Mexico! It was you who forced that truth serum and so many other serums down my throat! It was you who electrocuted me more times than I can count!"
Reaper's expression remained stoic. He had caused her so much pain. Della took a deep breath before she continued to speak, now in a much lower voice.
"And yet, after all that, you were the nicest person on the base to me. It was you who always made sure that when someone gave me food and water, that I was able to finish it without some Eggmen kicking my food to the side or knocking over my drink. And it was you who…" she teared up at the memory from when one of Steelbeak's Eggmen tried to force himself onto her. "Who stopped that monster from ravaging me, killing him on the spot as he was about to. You were the one to fix my clothes."
Della sat down, and looked up at his green eyes. "What are you? Some days you're a monster, others you're an angel."
Reaper looked away from her. "I am but the final product of my experiences and the influences of those who developed me," he replied in a soft tone of voice. "I will not apologise for my actions. I was merely following orders to torture you, as you were the niece of one of F.O.W.L.'s greatest enemies, Scrooge McDuck. However, that does not excuse the methods of many of my fellow F.O.W.L. colleagues tried to achieve on you. For that, I will apologize."
He turned around and walked back to the box, before finally breaking the lock and opening it. Della, who was very curious, walked over to the Reaper's side and gasped as she saw what was in the box.
It was a box full of old photos of Agent 22, Rachel Beakley, and Henry Vanderquack, some of which actually contained herself, Donald and Scrooge. Della turned to ask the Reaper where he found that when she saw the Reaper staring intently at a photo of Rachel and Henry. What scared Della the most was the fact that when the eyes of the Reaper looked over Henry, it seemed to soften with regret and mourning, yet when the eyes fell on Rachel, there was nothing but pure hate.
Della noticed that the Reaper was sorely focused on the pictures, so she decided to leave the room, leaving the robot alone with its thoughts. She headed upstairs, hoping that Scrooge was still awake so she could chat with him.
She gently opened the door to his office, frowning when she saw no Scrooge.
Della sighed. She would talk to him tomorrow.
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Webby woke up the next morning to someone kissing her neck.
"Dewey…" she giggled.
She ran her fingers through his hair, but Dewey hastily stopped, and sat up, looking perturbed.
"What is it?" Webby asked.
"Louie was drunk, right?"
Webby was confused and raised an eyebrow.
"The night he got jumped!" Dewey said, getting off of her. He sat up and grabbed his boxers. "Wasn't he drunk?"
"He was drunk. You said so." Webby said, grabbing the blanket to cover her body. She leaned on her side.
"Well, whenever Louie gets drunk, there's usually a reason behind why he gets drunk, right?" Dewey said, pulling his boxers on.
"Yes…? Dewey, where are you getting at?" Webby questioned.
Dewey frowned. "Where was he before he got drunk?"
"He was at Lena's house." she said.
"Webby…"
Webby closed her eyes and thought about it. "You don't think Lena and Louie had a nasty fight, do you?"
Dewey knit his eyebrows together in distress. "Louie got upset, and drank alcohol to relieve his stress. That's when he called you to come pick him up from Rodney's. While he was waiting, Louie got jumped by the Beagles. He tried to fight them off, but he was too drunk, which also meant he was sloppy and uncoordinated. That's what made it easy for the Beagles to attack him so brutally."
"I suppose, but—" Webby tried.
Dewey cut her off. "So this is all Lena's fault."
Webby softened. "Dewey, I don't think Lena—"
"You said it yourself! Lena and Louie had nasty fight!" Dewey insisted.
"Yes, I agree it's a possibility! But we don't know if the story is true or not!" she shouted.
Dewey looked her into the eye. "Webby, we both know that story is true."
"Dewey, it's not good to immediately assume things." Webby said.
"Think about it. You got a text from Lena telling Louie to 'fuck off' the day he got jumped, didn't you?"
"I guess."
"And didn't Lena leave school early and not tell us where she was going?" he pressed.
"We have to look for the best in people and not assume the worst." she said gently.
"I'm not assuming, I know. And you do too." Dewey said.
Webby sighed, not wanting to believe it.
"Come on." Dewey said, putting his jeans on.
"Where?"
"To find Lena."
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Lena was depressed.
She hadn't seen or heard from Duck family at all. They had all missed school today. Advanced Biology was as boring as ever. She and Violet were sitting next to each other, listening as Dr. Quackmore kept rambling on and on about the circulatory system and how it functioned.
So it was a shock when she saw Dewey burst through the door.
"LENA!" Dewey yelled.
"Dewey?" Lena questioned.
"You BITCH!" Dewey snarled, walking up to her.
"Dewey?! I got a call that said you wouldn't be here today!" Dr. Quackmore exclaimed.
"Stay out of this!" Dewey snapped.
Dr. Quackmore was obviously taken aback by Dewey's behaviour. "Young man, you cannot just barge in here—"
Dewey ignored him. "I can't believe you did it! This is all your fucking fault!"
Lena was shocked. Dewey wasn't too fond of cursing, but when he did swear, it usually meant he was very angry.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Dewey?!" Lena snarled.
Dewey sneered. "Louie's in the hospital because of you!"
Violet was shocked.
Lena's heart stopped. "W-what?"
"Louie's in the hospital and it's all your fucking fault!" Dewey yelled, slamming his fist on her desk. He hit it so hard, the desk cracked.
"Dewey—"
"What did you two talk about yesterday afternoon?!" he demanded.
"W-we broke up!" Lena said, stuttering under Dewey's murderous glare.
That made him even angrier.
"WELL, HE WENT OUT AND DRANK!"
Lena gasped. "I thought Louie quit drinking!"
Dewey sneered. "Well, he clearly didn't after you broke up with him!"
"What happened to him?!" Lena demanded.
"He got jumped by the fucking Beagle Boys! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST DID?! YOU ALMOST KILLED MY BROTHER!"
"N-no!" Lena gasped, not wanting to believe it.
"You bitch! I—"
"ENOUGH!" a loud voice thundered.
They turned towards the door where Webby was standing. She marched up to Dewey and slapped him across the face, hard.
"That's enough!" she repeated, her voice dangerously soft.
He was stunned, and clutched his throbbing cheek.
"Lena, come with us." Webby said calmly.
"Webby—" Dewey started.
"Shut up, Dewey!" Webby snapped.
Lena shakily got up, gathered her things, and walked out of the classroom leaving Dr. Quackmore, Violet, and the class stunned.
ooo
After dropping Lena off at home, Webby parked in the amphitheater's abandoned parking lot. She and Dewey sat there, and Dewey awaited his lecture.
"I can't believe you." she growled, turning around to face him in the back seat.
"Whatever." he muttered, looking out the window.
"Dewey, I get that you're frustrated and angry, but that was not the way to handle the situation!"
"Just leave me alone, Webby." he muttered.
Webby narrowed her eyes, feeling a hot balloon of anger rise in her chest.
"No, I will not leave you alone!" she yelled.
Dewey was a little surprised at her angry outburst considering she was a pretty easygoing person.
"Do you have any idea what you just did?!" Webby snapped.
"My brother almost died, and it's all her fucking fault!"
"No it's fucking not!" she snapped.
Dewey was shocked. Webby never swore unless she was overwhelmed about something.
"Did you really think that she knew that Louie was going to go out and drink?! You think she wanted Louie to get hurt? Just imagine how much you hurt Lena!"
Dewey felt immense guilt. He yelled at one of his best friends. He didn't mean to get so angry…
"Dewey, I get it, but you need to apologize to her!"
Dewey glanced at his girlfriend who was fuming.
"I will. I'm sorry, Webby." he muttered.
She sighed. "It's okay."
"No, you're obviously still mad."
"I am still mad," she admitted. "But there are more important things to do."
"And our relationship isn't important?"
"Dewey, this has nothing to do with our relationship."
"Fuck it." Dewey growled.
He pulled her into the backseat and Dewey pounced on her. One arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer. He didn't exactly know what came over him. Maybe it was some last digit attempt to reconcile with her.
He kissed her with every ounce of passion he could muster, probing his tongue against her lips begging for entry. She parted her lips and allowed him in. Dewey slid his tongue across her teeth deepening the kiss, and she ran her hands through Dewey's hair.
Dewey roughly pushed Webby back until she was lying flat on her back with him hovering over her. He moved his lips from hers and proceeded to kiss the spot behind her ear that made her gasp. Dewey moved to nibble on her ear lobe causing Webby to let out a soft moan. He moved his attention back to her mouth and feverishly sucked on her bottom lip. Again she let out a moan of pleasure that Dewey could never get enough of. He bit down on her lip while sucking on it.
"Fuck you, Dewey…" she said breathily.
Dewey moved his hands to run down her sides where they found the hem of her shirt. He roughly tugged it from where it was neatly tucked into her skirt, pushing it over the mound of her breast. She lifted her arms up allowing Dewey to pull her shirt over her head and toss it aside. Dewey attacked her now exposed skin with his mouth and she pulled his button down free from his jeans. Webby began working the buttons through the hole with her nimble fingers but found that to be too hard a task. She pulled his shirt open sending buttons flying in all directions. His shirt joined hers in the growing heap of clothing that was accumulating next to them. He ran his fingers through her hair while his lips traveled down her neck to rest on her collarbone, where he sucked hard. He wanted to leave his mark on her. He opened his mouth and let his teeth graze her skin from her collarbone down the fabric of her bra. She arched her back and his hands traveled to the clasp undoing it. He ripped that too from her body and let his hands splayed across her chest taking one breast in each hand and squeezing it.
Webby let out a rather loud moan. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. Just when she didn't think it could get better Dewey took her nipples between his thumb and finger and pinched them to the point where it was almost painful, but full of pleasure.
"Oh god!" Webby moaned.
She moaned as Dewey moved his mouth to cover one nipple. He tugged on it with his teeth which caused Webby to arch her back up off the seat. He did the same to her other breast and basked in the moans and groans from his lover.
Deweys hands fumbled with the zipper on her skirt. He yanked it down and ripped the skirt from her body. She was left in a pair of lacy black panties. Dewey trailed some kisses down Webby's torso all the way to her panties. His gaze met hers as he bit down on the edge of her panties and pulled them off with his teeth. Webby made quick work of Deweys belt. Once she got rid them she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants pushing them down along with his boxers. Dewey shimmed out of his pants and pushed them aside. He climbed back up her body and pressed his chest to hers, their naked flesh burning against one another. Dewey moved his hand between their bodies and ran his fingers against her wet folds. Without warning he plunged a finger inside of her. Webby screamed and bucked her hips against his hand. Dewey did it again this time adding a second finger. Webby's eyes were closed and she was moaning incoherent words. Dewey removed his finger and quickly positioned himself at her entrance. He thrust into her hard and her eyes flew open.
"Oh fuck!" she screamed
He thrust into again and again. He pulled one knee of hers up so it was bent granting him better access and a better angle. He thrust in a few more times and was granted with a few more moans from Webby. She wanted this to last as long as possible although he proved to be making that very difficult. She could feel herself coming very very close to the edge when Dewey pulled out of her.
"Why on earth would you stop?!" she breathed.
"Get on your knees." he growled.
She obliged and got on all fours. He grabbed her hips and positioned her so that she was leaning on her forearms with her perfectly round ass in the air. He couldn't help himself. He took his hand and gave her ass a firm slap. Webby yelped in shock. He raised his hand again and this time brought it down a little harder.
"Dewey!" she screamed out his name.
He stopped.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned that he went too far.
"Just the opposite." she said looking over her shoulder
Dewey positioned himself at her entrance again and thrust hard into her again. She moaned his name. but he still wanted to hear those dirty words escape from her mouth. He held her hips in place with one and gathered up her hair with his other. He pulled her hair causing her back to arch up. He thrust into again.
"Dewey! Right there, oh my!" she was so close she could feel her climax building. Dewey gave one final thrust with all that he had left in him,
"Fuck Dewey, I'm cumming, fuck!" she finally let the words out. Her walls tightened around him squeezing his member.
"Wow, Webbs." he breathed into her hair.
She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her middle.
"Who knew Webby Vanderquack would like it rough?" Dewey murmured.
"Well… hopefully we can have plenty more chances to try out different things."
She turned her head and kissed him before they fell asleep inside the car.
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Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Dewey groaned and picked up the call.
"Hello?" he asked, his voice thick and raspy.
"Dewford, where are you?!" Huey shouted.
Dewey's eyes snapped open and he racked his brain for a convincing lie.
"I… I took Webby out. Sorry, we lost track of time." he managed, silently wondering how Louie managed to lie so easily.
"I got worried! I woke up alone only to find the house empty! I thought you got captured by the Beagle Boys or something!" Huey groaned.
Dewey sighed. "I'm sorry, Huey. We'll be right there."
"Who was that." Webby moaned, still sleepy.
"Huey. He said he got worried."
Webby panicked. "Oh no. Now I feel bad. Let's go."
"Hey, shhh. We have time. Let's get this mess cleaned up."
After putting on their clothes, Webby grabbed some cleaning supplies from the trunk while Dewey started the car.
After cleaning the car, Dewey drove them home.
ooo
Lena felt emptier than ever.
Dewey's harsh words still rang in her ears. She was the reason Louie was in the hospital. Lena's phone started ringing, and Webby's ID came onto the screen.
"Hello?" Lena asked, surprised of how raspy her voice sounded.
"Hey, Lena. Are you doing okay?" she asked softly.
Lena sighed. "No."
"I get it. Listen, I'm sorry about Dewey. He's going through a lot right now."
After a brief silence, Lena spoke. "He was right."
"What?" Webby questioned.
"I'm the reason Louie is in the hospital."
"Lena, stop that."
"I triggered everything, Webbs."
"That's it! Vi and I are coming over to cheer you up!" she said.
"Webby, please—"
"Nope! My mind is made up." Webby said firmly.
With that, Webby hung up and Lena rolled her eyes. She went downstairs and walked into the living room only to find Dewey and Scrooge having a stare off.
"I'm sick of this shit." Dewey growled, going upstairs.
"Watch your tongue, boy!" Scrooge growled, to which Dewey stuck up his middle finger, his back turned towards his uncle.
"Leave him," Della said, yawning. "I'm exhausted."
"Hey, Granny, I'm going to see Lena!"
Ms. Beakley rose an eyebrow. "This late?"
"She's not doing okay. Violet and I might spend the night at her house."
"Okay. But call me when you get there."
"I will," Webby smiled, kissing her grandmother's cheek. "Love you."
"I love you too."
Webby grabbed the car keys and texted Violet along the way. After about 10 minutes, she picked up Violet and they drove to the amphitheater.
"What the hell happened?" was all that Violet could say.
"Two nights ago, Louie got wasted at a bar. He was drunk and got attacked by the Beagle Boys."
"Yeah. Huey told me this part. What I want to know is why Dewey was screaming like a psychopath during Biology earlier today." Violet said.
"Well, the whole reason, or we think this is the reason, Louie went out to drink is because he and Lena broke up."
Violet sighed. "I think it was the reason."
"Well, it could be. Anyways, I calmed Dewey down—"
Violet started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Did you two have sex?"
"V-Vi! How did you find out?!"
"When I was calming Huey down, we did some intimate stuff. I'm assuming you and Dewey…"
"Okay… well, you're right." Webby said, blushing.
"Was he good?" Violet grinned.
"Hey! I don't intrude on your and Huey's sex life like this!"
"You never ask!" she laughed. "And, we've never had sex. Not yet, anyways."
"Really?"
"We're taking things slow. I don't think I'm ready for sex yet."
"Oh god, Vi, it's the best thing ever."
"How many times have you two had sex?" Violet asked.
"Twice."
"You mean you've been together for 3 years and you've never had sex?"
"Well, we were 15 when we started dating."
"I'll give you that. Was he good?"
"He was really good."
"How big is he?"
"Vi!" she wailed.
"You think because they're all triplets, they have the same length—?"
"Violet!"
Violet chuckled. "I'm just teasing."
They reached the amphitheater, and the two girls hopped out. Webby called her grandmother and told her they safely made it to Lena's house
"Lena?" They called out, walking into her room underneath the amphitheater.
"I'm in the shower." she called out.
"Well, hurry up. We're getting milkshakes."
"Is this necessary?" Lena asked, coming out of the shower. She was wearing her black leather jacket with a white tank top black jeans and black combat boots.
"Yes this is necessary." Webby said.
"Very necessary." Violet agreed.
Lena rolled her eyes and followed her friends out of the amphitheater and into the light.
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Della walked towards Scrooge's office where she found him sipping some Scotch.
"Uncle Scrooge." Della said sternly, "you had no right to yell at Dewey like that."
"He should've told us that Louie was in the hospital." Scrooge muttered.
"Are you still mad about that?! He was hurt and in the moment. Why are you attacking Dewey? Huey was just as wrong." Della said. She didn't want to throw Huey under the bus, but she needed to know why Scrooge was acting like this.
"Because!" Scrooge snapped.
"Uncle Scrooge!" Della demanded.
"Because I need somebody to blame other than myself! It's my fault that I'm enemies with Ma Beagle just like he said! My worst fear is someone getting hurt because of me, and that's happened too many times!" Scrooge snapped.
"We can talk to Ma Beagle and set things right."
Scrooge sighed. "I'll look into it. Get some sleep, lad."
"Goodnight Uncle Scrooge."
"G'night Della."
Della went over to the triplets room to check on Dewey.
"Who is it?" she heard Huey call when she knocked on their door.
"It's me."
"Come in." Huey said.
Della opened the door to find Huey sitting at his desk and Dewey punching a punching bag. He was shirtless, drenched in sweat, and still very much angry. His grey sweats were rolled up to his knees.
"He's been going at it for about 20 minutes now." Huey said aimlessly.
Dewey kicked the punching bag.
"Dewey?" Della asked.
"Hey Mom." he nodded before punching it again.
"Can we talk?" she asked him.
He momentarily stopped attacking the punching bag and glanced at his mother. She gave him a small, reassuring smile, and Dewey relented. He sat on the edge of Louie's bottom bunk, and Della sat next to him.
"You too, Huey." Della murmured.
Huey got up and sat on Della's right side.
"Dewey, I know you're angry with Scrooge right now. I am too. He had no right to yell at you at the hospital."
"I hate him." Dewey growled.
"No you don't. You're only saying that because you're angry." Della reasoned.
Dewey stayed silent.
"Scrooge… Scrooge wanted someone to blame."
Huey was confused. "What?"
"You were right. Or at least Scrooge thinks you're right. He says it's his fault that he's enemies with Ma Beagle."
Dewey frowned, guilty that he had put the thought in Scrooge's head.
"He was totally wrong to add that bomb comment. But Dewey, I want both of you to fix this by tomorrow. This family already has one injured family member. I don't want anymore." Della said.
"Okay Mom."
"Now go shower and get some sleep. You're all sweaty." Della said, wrinkling her nose.
Dewey grinned and wrapped his mother in a sweaty hug.
"DEWEY!" she yelled.
"I love you mom." Dewey grinned.
Huey smiled slightly.
"I love you too! But not while you're all stinky and hugging me!" Della smiled.
Dewey smiled and set his fuming mother down. Her anger didn't last long. Della started to laugh and proceeded to kiss both Dewey and Huey's cheeks, and Huey blushed.
"Get some sleep soon."
"Okay, Mom." Huey said.
"And you'd better shower." Della said sternly, pointing a finger at Dewey.
"Yes ma'am." Dewey saluted.
ooo
Dewey spent another hour or so attacking the punching bag, but he was no longer angry. Huey went downstairs to go watch some TV. At around 2AM, Dewey decided that he had enough training for one day. Just as he was about to grab his clothes and take a shower, a very weary Webby came through the door. Huey was still downstairs.
"Webby? I thought you were spending the night at Lena's." Dewey said.
Webby ignored him, and trudged towards Louie's bunk, flopping down onto the mattress. Dewey watched his girlfriend, and a glint of amusement danced in his eyes.
"What happened?" Dewey asked, sitting on the bunk.
She groaned into the pillow.
"I see." Dewey smiled.
He straddled her and wordlessly began to rub her lower back. Webby let out a soft moan.
"More to the right." she murmured into the pillow.
Dewey obliged and gently kneaded his knuckles into her skin.
"Now can you tell me what happened?"
"Cheering up Lena was a workout." she grumbled.
"Is she happy?" Dewey questioned, digging his knuckles into her shoulders.
"Oh yeah. Too happy. She convinced Violet and I to go dumpster diving and I landed hard on my back." she mumbled.
Dewey started laughing. "That explains why you smell like a sewer."
"I can say the same thing." she said, rolling over to face him.
Dewey rolled his eyes and leaned down to capture her lips in a deep kiss. Webby gratefully accepted the gesture. She ran her fingers through his damp sweaty hair, and she cringed.
"We need to change Louie's bed sheets. We also should get cleaned up." Webby said, wrinkling her nose.
"Yeah." he agreed.
She let out a small yelp when Dewey lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom.
"You're crazy!" she laughed as he took off her clothes.
"Crazy for you." he smirked.
"You're just so cocky tonight, it's sickening."
"Well, I think I'm smart for thinking of that one." he winked.
She shook her head and rolled her eyes, smiling. Dewey managed to take her top and bra off, leaving her in a skirt.
"If it's any consolation, you look nice tonight."
"Is that Dewey code for 'you look hot and I dragged you in here for just one thing'?"
"Maybe." he grinned.
"Do you always skirt around actually answering questions?"
"Every chance I get." he smiled.
He grabbed her arm and tugged her toward him, putting her in a hold. She struggled, and he took a moment to cop a feel on her backside.
"Dewey!" she protested.
"Like what you feel?" he cheekily asked.
"Your sweats could be a little tighter." she grumbled.
Dewey turned her around and kissed her passionately as Webby slid his sweats down his toned legs.
"Mmm, I knew there was a reason I kept you around…" she murmured.
He tugged on her skirt and it dropped to the floor.
"Knew there was a reason I stayed around," he said, dipping in for a hot kiss and running his fingers over her soft skin.
His boxers were quickly shed, and Webby eyed him up with a grin on her face before shoving him into the shower.
Then she pounced.
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So Dewey and Webby, huh?
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