Sorry about the late update! There was a bug with the site and I couldn't see any of your reviews! But it's fixed now, so here I am :)
Guest: So, basically since FOWL took Della from the moon, I'm just going to say Moonvasion never happened, meaning I can't add Penumbra. I'm also gonna be dark and say that FOWL killed everybody off. So no Penny in this story :(
Boss Teal: XDDD I LOVE THAT THEME
dalek117: Just saw the newest blurb! You never cease to amaze me!
riverajobabed1: You know I love writing sibling angst! Yeah, Webby would kill him if he started smoking. My little version of Timephoon, where everyone questions who's right and who's wrong. In Timephoon, Della was totally justified. She had every right to ground Louie. From her perspective, she saw her entire family, the people she's been struggling to get back to for a decade, just gone, just like that, because her son wanted to get rich? You understand where she's coming from, and her anger's justified. However, Louie was justified too. This "getting rich" thing isn't something new, there was the whole Harp-B-Gone fiasco (I'm not sure if I'm spelling that correctly). Louie always puts family in front of him. He sacrifices his company to save Donald from that harpy, he risks being stepped on by the Bombie to get rid of the curse, and even though it was fake, in Sky Pirates… in the Sky, there was that whole diamond scene, where he wants to keep the diamond for himself, he ends up giving it back to Scrooge. So, I was on Della's side until she threatened his place in the family. I was like, "Hold on. That is not okay". Leaving a preteen in a empty mansion, locked in his bedroom is enough of a punishment, but Louie was alone for "over 24 hours" as Huey says, "The DT-87 hasn't reported any schemes in the last 24 hours", and even though Louie was with Glomgold for a few hours, he still spent a long time with nobody but a robot, with no entertainment, and was visibly depressed when he says that being sharp was the only thing he was good at. So when Louie said, "I wonder where I got that from," he was justified. He wasn't wrong. And don't get me started on the fact that their next adventure had to be Big Rock Candy Mountain, the fucking pettiness. So my respect level for Della and even Louie always wavers. Phew, now that that's out of the way, I realized Della and Lena have a lot of similarities. Hmm, I'm not sure what Lena has. And yeah, I added that part because everyone was worried they'd break up XD. Yeah, it's the same robot. You know I forget things sometimes, like protection or anniversaries. You have the energy to get up every morning and make Minnie Mouse shaped pancakes? And you don't get mad when your siblings eat them? Hmm, so foreign languages are your turn on, eh? And yeah, I have a complex little backstory :) and the damn bug prevented me from updating, so I gave you a small break :D
tbo: IDCCC OFC I LOVED IT!
Yold blig blig: Hmm, I didn't really have a "game plan" per se, and nothing really "gave" me an idea. Like, I was watching Nothing Can Stop Della Duck again, and when you know where Louie and Della's relationship is going to go, it's hard to watch. You can see Huey and Dewey cutting Louie off, you can visibly see he's hesitant and uncomfortable, so I basically thought to myself, "Okay. What if she never came back at the ripe age of 12? What if she never came back when they were still kids and still had some form of authority over them?", hence One Thing Leads to Another. I wanted to keep the normal DuckTales theme of adventure and family, just more mature. Well… they're ducks. In Quackpack you can see that they're definitely not humans
RANDOM: This is starting to sound like the Frozen 2 plot, only I'm not an ice queen XDD. Love this so far! YOU TORTURE ME WITH THESE CLIFFIES!
Let's Dewey It: Nah, there was a bug with the system this time so it didn't matter if you were late XDDD
dewdrop: Don't worry, it hasn't passed yet. My birthdays on the 23 :)
Guest: Hmm, Disney names huh? I'll see whether I can use them :)
Guest: actually, the name Casey has been resonating with me for awhile, and not because he's in TMNT, because the name "Casey" is in the McDuck family tree. But that's for a future fic :)
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Scrooge frowned as he looked at the assembled group of adults at Gyro's lab. He had no idea why Donald had called this meeting, but he had specifically stated that all the adults, including Gyro, Fenton, and Daisy, attend. They all waited for a moment before Donald entered, followed by the Reaper.
Scrooge heard Daisy gasp at the sight of the machine, while Della gave a small whimper. Scrooge instantly stood up, utterly gobsmacked about why Donald brought the robot here.
"You're all probably wondering why not only have I called this meeting, but why the Reaper is by my side here, but the truth of it is, he was the one who suggested this meeting: to discuss a threat to our family!"
Everyone looked at the two of them in shock, Donald giving them only a short amount of time to process what he just said. He turned to face Daisy.
"From what you're about to hear, a lot of it you don't know anything about, but after this meeting, I'm going to tell you everything about it."
Daisy nodded at this, so Donald once again continued to the entire group.
"As most of you know, Steelbeak, who had tortured my sister for ten years, and killed Webby's parents all those years ago, was finally killed by Della a while ago."
Nobody noticed the Reaper flinch at the mention of Webby's parents and Steelbeak's death.
Donald continued. "We thought that we were finally free of F.O.W.L. but three nights ago, Della woke up in the middle of the night, experiencing extreme amounts of trauma from memories that she never had. Immediately, we came to the conclusion that it was a mental attack on her."
"If it was an attack, then why is he here?!" Beakley demanded, pointing at the Reaper.
"Almost immediately I confronted him about it, and he convinced me that he did not commit the attack," Donald explained. "However, he did recognize the symptoms and did confirm that it was a mental attack from an individual that he is yet to identify…" Donald glared at Reaper before turning back to the group. "However, he's agreed to try to convince that individual from attacking again. I'll let him explain from here on."
"Thank you," Reaper said as he had caught the attention of the group. "I will admit, beforehand I refused to identify the individual responsible for the attack, but the situation unfortunately demands that I do."
Reaper's left eye suddenly broke apart, revealing a projector. As the projector fluttered on, Reaper continued speaking.
"Two nights ago, I was able to get in contact with the individual for a meeting in a classified location. There, I discovered that the individual is under orders to kill Della as revenge for Steelbeak. She does not wish to complete her mission and has so far refrained from any lethal actions, but that may change sooner or later if she gets found out."
"She?" Scrooge asked, while Beakley stood up, furious. "Who's the one giving the order? Is it Black Heron?"
Reaper ignored Beakley, focusing on Scrooge's question. "The Infiltrator. My sister."
Everyone gasped as the projector placed a static holographic model of the female robot in the middle of the group. They did several double-takes between the model and Reaper, easily spotting the similar design to him. Though Gyro was more focused on one fact.
"You said sister, as if you consider 'her' family." Gyro said, his expression hard.
"She is family. I was created first by Henry Vanderquack and Steelbeak, but Infiltrator was created by Black Heron and Steelbeak, with advice from Henry. Due to the nature of how we were created, and the relationship between those who created us, we naturally grew very close, seeing each other as family."
Reaper switched off the projection, allowing the projector to slide back and his eye became whole again, without any trace of what just happened.
"We developed our own personalities and abilities, influenced by our creators. Being the brainchild of Henry and Steelbeak, I was designed mainly for combat, brute force, analytics, intelligence gathering and later torture. In contrast, Infiltrator is mainly designed around stealth, assassination, intelligence gathering, machine and computer manipulation, interrogation and hypnotisation. She has the ability to turn invisible and can get into anything and anywhere."
He turned to face the empty space between Della and Beakley. "Like she has right there."
Della barely had any time to turn around before she came face to face with a robotic hand making a finger gun at her as the rest of the robot materialised from thin air. Della was dimly aware of Gyro and Donald crying out in shock and Beakley gasping.
"Boom," the Infiltrator mimicked shooting Della with her finger. "If I was actually here to kill you now, all of you would be dead without you even knowing."
By now, everyone, except for Reaper and Della, had gotten into a fighting stance, ready for the Infiltrator to attack, only she lowered her hands to her hip.
"Relax. I'm not here to kill or fight you."
"Then what are you here for?" Beakley asked, angry that a F.O.W.L robot had managed to get the drop on her without her noticing.
Infiltrator shrugged as she started to walk around the group. "Officially, I'm here on a recon mission, in preparation for the eventual order to kill her," she said as she pointed at Della, who paled at this. "Unofficially, I'm here to help you avoid that fate, and because I'm also here to help my brother with his arm."
She sighed in disdain and annoyance as she looked at Reaper. "Seriously?! How did an eighteen year old girl manage take you down with a taser and rewrite some of your wiring for your weaponry?"
Reaper snorted as he crossed his arms, giving her a pointed look. "As if that's worse than being discovered, then beaten by two defenseless…"
"Don't say it." she warned.
"…monks." Reaper finished with a sly smirk.
The two robots began to bicker, and everyone else easily saw that they were indeed acting like family. Scrooge sighed, already having to deal with Della and Donald constantly, decided to intervene.
"If you two are quite down already, why don't you want to kill us?" Scrooge asked.
Infiltrator turned to face him. "Because I'm sick and tired of killing, and I don't want Henry to get into the habit of ordering people to be killed."
"Henry? As in Henry that married my daughter?" Beakley asked, astonished.
Infiltrator did not even look in her direction. "Please tell that bitch not to even speak to me, or I will give her brain something unpleasant."
"Oh, why you little..." Beakley growled out while everyone else found it concerning how Infiltrator's voice became filled with scorn and hate when talking about Beakley, when compared to how respectable and even apologetic she was to everyone else.
"22!" Scrooge snapped, instantly shutting Beakley up with a glare, before turning to face Infiltrator. "Who is this Henry. From the tone of your voice, he is obviously not Webbigail's father."
"You are correct," Reaper spoke this time. "He was named after Webbigail's father."
Scrooge felt his heart drop as he considered what that meant, when Della spoke out in a soft voice.
"He's Steelbeak's son, isn't he?"
Both Reaper and Infiltrator nodded confirming their suspicions.
"To be accurate, the son of Steelbeak and Black Heron," Infiltrator clarified. "Currently two years older than Webbigail, and is now currently in Duckburg, obsessed with vengeance for Steelbeak's demise, and Black Heron's imprisonment. I am tasked with being his guardian and can confidently say that I am like an older sister to him, though lately he has become too much like what his father became, after the… discovery of Henry Vanderquack's dealing with the bitch."
Beakley was obviously fuming, with Scrooge, Donald and Della becoming angry that Rachel was being bad mouthed by this robot. It was only Daisy who remained in any semblance of being calm.
"Alright, that's enough!" Daisy shouted, quieting everyone down, before turning and giving the Infiltrator a piercing stare, that put Beakley's to shame. "I may not know what you guys are talking about, but you have no excuse to call Beakley and her daughter a bitch!"
"Actually, we both do." Reaper countered. "She broke our family apart, got one of our makers killed, and the other two became shells of who they were. Yes, if Webbigail is any indication, Rachel Beakley may not have had a bitch attitude, but her actions and the consequences that it placed on Infiltrator and I allows us the right to call her a bitch!"
Infiltrator looked at Della. "I know of everything that Steelbeak did to you, or commanded Reaper to do to you, and I am very sorry about that. You had every right to kill him." Della was shocked at that statement, but forced herself to listen in to what the Infiltrator said afterwards. "But Steelbeak only became that ruthless and inhumane as a result of learning about Henry's betrayal. Same can be said for Black Heron. Both lost who they were and became monsters due to Rachel Beakley."
"Even though we aren't here to fight and actually want to help, 18 years of hating someone is a habit that will not break easily, especially for how much that person cost us", Reaper explained. "I only was taught how to torture from the new Steelbeak, while Infiltrator here was taught to cause enemies pain through her mental manipulations by the new Heron. Out me kinder, more sympathetic creators were dead, replaced with two… husks that only cared about hate and chaos. Henry kept them in check."
"When I grew tired of killing and causing others pain, Heron, who beforehand would have supported me and found me a new job to fulfill, continued to force me to continue what I was doing, until she became too busy and needed someone to help look after her son. That's why I haven't appeared in any missions recently, while Reaper here was under Steelbeak's command in Mexico, I was taught to be more ruthless like he was."
"But that is a discussion for another day" Reaper said, in an attempt to get back on track. "Infiltrator, what are Henry's goals for the short term, and when does he plan to order Della's death or the rescue for Heron?"
"Unfortunately, he's keeping almost everything to himself, but he has ordered me to after tonight, do regular intelligence gatherings on the four kids: Hubert, Llewellyn, Violet, and Lena. He's already got something planned for Dewford and Webbigail." Infiltrator stated.
"What does he want with my kids?" Della demanded.
She shrugged. "I honestly can't say, though it would most likely be involved as a means of vengeance. He may use them as a target, or try to break them apart."
"If he tries that, I'll teach him to go…" Donald huffed out, his face turning red with anger, before Daisy went to him to calm him down.
"I wouldn't recommend it," Infiltrator said. "One of my duties as his guardian was to teach Henry specialised forms of combat. I doubt you would be able to take him alone. And that's if you can get past me. I may not want to kill, but I am bound to defend Henry at all costs."
"Don't underestimate Donald Duck." Reaper said. "Out of all of the organics here, he is the most dangerous if his family or friends are harmed or threatened in any way. I doubt even your mental attacks will do little more than slow him down."
Infiltrator looked at Donald intensely before taking a step back.
"However, I would like to deal with this problem peacefully, by convincing Henry to at least accept that vengeance won't get him anything and hopefully even reconcile our two families, creating at least an uneasy peace", Infiltrator said.
Everyone in the room seemed to stop in thought before nodding, even Beakley reluctantly.
"We all agree here," Scrooge said. "If we can avoid any more pain, that would be worth anything. But I don't think Henry will accept this willy-nilly right now."
"You are correct," Infiltrator said. "For now, I shall do as he commands, spying on the kids, so he does not suspect that I will also be supplying Reaper here with my movements. Perhaps soon, I will be ordered to rescue Heron from St. Canard. If that happens, Henry may be in a better mood to help convince him to reconcile. The only problem with that would be Heron."
"So, you have no plan for the most part." Scrooge stated.
"Pretty much, we're making this up as we go along," Reaper admitted. "That's one of the reasons we came to see you, so you could help us come up with a plan to stop this violence."
Scrooge finally smiled. "You've come to the right family then."
The next day, Reaper sat still as he and Scrooge played a game of chess, with Scrooge having taken out most of the Reaper's pieces.
"I have underestimated your chess skills, Scrooge McDuck." Reaper stated, respect filled his words to the brim.
Scrooge gave a small smile. "Almost everyone does, with anything."
"Then I am thankful that I have learnt my lesson while playing a harmless game of chess." Reaper murmured.
Scrooge sighed as one of his pawns got knocked out. "So, when are you going to tell us how Henry and Steelbeak made you?"
"Spoilers," Reaper said before looking at the time. "Unfortunately, I must go. Webbigail is expecting me to continue the story."
"I understand," Scrooge said. As Reaper stood to leave, "Have there been any changes that she can tell?"
"No, he suspects nothing yet, but he's planning his next move." Reaper said.
"You know, you made exactly the same moves that Henry made when he first played me."
Scrooge couldn't help but stare at the robot, causing Reaper to pause for a moment before continuing on without a word. Scrooge smiled as he knew that he was getting close to figuring out this mystery.
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Webby leaned against Dewey. He glanced down at her and kissed her forehead.
"Everything okay?" he asked gently.
"Yeah," she murmured. "Just thinking."
"About?" Dewey asked as he leaned backwards until they were lying down on her bed.
She snuggled into his chest. "The future, Dewey."
"That's deep," he teased.
She gave him a playful smirk. "Dewey, where do you see yourself in 10 years?"
He thought about it. "Alive, hopefully. And… if I'm lucky, married to someone I love."
"Mhm? And how would you describe your future wife?" she purred.
"She's smart and beautiful," Dewey said, making her blush. "Tough and resourceful. Ferocious and terrifying, and knows how to keep me in check. Also," he lowered his voice. "She's amazing at sex."
She blushed.
"It's after midnight. Happy anniversary, Webbs." he smiled.
She cupped his cheek. "You remembered!"
He chuckled. "What kind of jerk would I be if I'd forgotten… for the fifth year in a row?"
"Well, I remembered too," she smiled warmly, motioning for him to lock the bedroom door.
Once he came back, Webby lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him on top of her and kissing him passionately, feeling the inside of his mouth with her tongue. Webby pulled her lips away and tipped her head back, arching her back. Dewey nuzzled her neck and nipped at it, sucking on the bite marks, receiving little whimpers and moans from Webby.
His hands started to slide up her stomach, over her breast. Webby reached down to clutch at his shirt. He pulled it over his head, and threw it aside. He reached back and grabbed Webby's shirt, pulling that off as well.
Dewey gently kissed her bellybutton, working his way up. He slid his hand up between her breasts, unfastening her bra.
"Damn, Webby…" Dewey said, lowering his lips to one of them. "Why didn't you tell me you were so beautiful?"
She let out a happy sigh when his lips made contact with one of her hardened nipples. She felt so warm and strangely tingly from everything. It was like her skin had become hypersensitive—every touch sent hot shivers of pleasure straight through to her bones. Webby reached down and placed a hand on his hip.
He sat up and removed his pants. She grasped his underwear and gave it a tug. Dewey grabbed her wrists and pinned them down above her head.
"Not so fast. You still have your pants on." he said.
"Then take them off," Webby said seductively. Dewey didn't need a better invitation. He tore them off and they too joined the slowly growing pile of their clothes on the floor.
"Where did you get these?" he asked, hooking a finger under the smooth satin and running it over her pelvic bone.
"I think…" Webby tried, having a hard time thinking. Her mind was in a sudden daze, and she couldn't think straight.
"Webbs?" he asked, gingerly pulling them down to her ankles and slipping them off over her feet.
"Uh…no clue," Webby mumbled, obviously distracted by the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling.
Dewey grinned, and ran his hand over her thigh. She purred and shifted under him, gasping when his hand slipped between her legs to stroke her. Her breathing became heavy and rugged as his fingers explored more and more of her. Her nails grabbed his shoulders and dug into the flesh.
"D-Dewey," she moaned, her wetness thickly coating his fingers.
Her hand ran down his side and pulled down his boxers. Dewey's hand froze as her fingers slid down his length, then back up. It sent tingles through his body as he grew warmer and harder under her touch. Her hand moved faster and faster, stroking it and curling her fingers around it until he grunted and released onto her sheets. Webby gave him a fierce little smile.
"Excited?"
He smirked, and reached down and grabbed her knees, easing them apart. Dewey delved his tongue into her dripping opening, and began to work his tongue deep inside her. Webby moaned, and gripped onto his hair. He felt her walls clamp around his tongue, and he smirked, climbing back up to meet her.
"Excited?" he mimicked in a low voice.
"I-idiot." she grumbled.
He rolled a condom on, and Webby gripped his shoulders again, both parties gasping as he slid in.
Webby growled, wrapping her leg around his waist and flipping him over so that she was on top. Dewey was surprised: she rarely took control, but he decided to go along with it. It was quite sexy to have her straddling him with her light hair spilling over her pale skin. He grabbed her waist, gripping her tightly, suddenly feeling like he would explode.
Webby's moans turned into high pitched gasps as she ground in harder and sweat prickled under her skin from the exertion. And whatever was happening between her legs felt wonderful. Beyond imagining. The most wonderful thing that had happened to her. No doubt in her mind. Something was building up inside her, like a fire that was slowly starting. She thrust down one last time and felt the flame roar to life with a sudden wave. A strangled gasp came from the depths of her throat and she threw back her bead, quivering. The orgasm throbbed up her body and down her legs, washing out every other sense and making her cry out with pleasure.
Dewey barely gave her time to recover. He roughly flipped them back over, and rammed himself into her. Webby felt another tingle shoot throughout her body and she yelled out his name. Dewey let out a low moan as he finally felt his release for the second time that night.
He grunted and pulled out of her. Webby gave one last sigh of content and flopped down onto her bed next to him. He drew her up in his arms and held her there, still panting and enjoying the feel of her body against his.
He rolled the condom off and kissed her sweetly.
"I love you." he murmured.
"I love you more." she smiled.
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Short chapter, I know. I may or may not take a short break from this story to work on Fury, which surprisingly, did pretty well for the first chapter. Let me know what you guys want to see next :)
Also,
*waiting for dalek's story intensifies*
—Jordan :D