My Island (Ducktales 2017, Webby, Lena, Violet Sabrewing)
When Webby woke to the sound of waves and a warm breeze, she didn't panic, she's been in stranger situations before thanks to her family's penchant for adventure.
Sitting up, the duckling saw she was still snugly wrapped in her sleeping bag. She had invited her friends Lena and Violet Sabrewing for a sleepover, they’d played games, done monster makeovers and managed to have it all go off without a hitch, for once. The last thing she recalled was them all settling down under the softly glowing stars stuck on her ceiling.
Looking around, she saw a familiar looking cave and realised it was from a shared, lucid dream with the triplets and her friends during a previous sleepover, confirming she was once again in the lucid dream space.
"Huh, wonder why I'm back here?" she thought aloud, shimmying out of her sleeping bag.
Getting to her feet, the duckling thought for a moment. Maybe Magica De Spell was trying to get in their heads again. If that was the case, she should be prepared, but as Webby felt the breeze blow across her body, she looked down and realised something else.
She was as naked as the day she hatched.
Squeaking loudly in embarrassment and shock, she immediately tried to cover herself with her hands, anxiously looking for cover.
"Okay," she nervously giggled. "This definitely didn’t happen last time, maybe if I think hard enough.”
She imagined being dressed in her usual outfit, a pink skirt, shirt and vest, when nothing happened she checked herself and found all she had on now was her pink hair bow.
"This...isn't good," she muttered.
"Webbigail!"
With a squeak of surprise, she spun and fell into a combat stance, only to come face to face with Violet Sabrewing, the hummingbird in an equal state of undress.
"I see you are in a similar situation," Violet observed, unbothered by her own nudity. "Given our location, I'd surmise you also realised we were back in the shared, lucid dream."
Webby kept her arms raised, trying hard not to blush as her friend stood there, impassively naked.
"How did you figure that out?" she asked, fighting through her embarrassment. "What if you're not Violet at all and another attempt by Magica to get into our heads?"
"A reasonable hypothesis," observed Violet. "However, you will recall my dreams typically involve more time to read, and usually take place in the library and this island is from your dreams. Although, I did not foresee you showing embarrassment at nudity around others, given your typical confidence and bravado, though you have shown yourself to fear failing to leave a good impression on perspective friends-"
"Alright," interrupted Webby, relaxing her stance. "I believe it's you."
The hummingbird smirked.
"So," continued Webby, awkwardly. "You're okay with...this?"
She gestured up and down their bodies with her hands.
Violet shrugged.
"I personally experimented with naturism after I concluded the lack of laundry would allow me to spend more time reading."
"How did that turn out?" asked Webby, genuinely curious.
"After about ten days, I decided a naturist lifestyle wasn't meant for me. On the times I ventured outside, late at night and only into our garden I hasten to add, I found myself getting extremely cold more often than not, that said-"
The hummingbird sighed contentedly, a smile ghosting the edge of her beak.
"-the warm weather here is making this experience far more pleasant, perhaps I should have experimented in the summer."
"Yeah, that…might have helped," nervously laughed Webby, arms moving to cover her body as her embarrassment resurfaced.
Violet hummed, approaching her blushing friend and laid a hand on her shoulder, while Webby made a conscious effort to look only at her friend's face and nowhere else, all while her cheeks burned so hot she was convinced her face would burst into flame.
"Webbigail, I honestly didn't think you would be this embarrassed over something so trivial."
"Trivial, yeah," laughed Webby, although it was bordering on hysterical. "Nothing trivial about being naked on a desert island in a magical lucid dream with my friend, nope, nothing at all."
Her laughter stopped as she abruptly realised something.
"Wait, if this is another shared dream, then wheres-"
A shrill scream startled the pair.
"Lena!"
Embarrassment immediately swept aside, the pair sprinted into the jungle, Webby taking the lead as she leapt acrobatically off a fallen palm to grab a hanging vine, swinging off towards Lena's cry at breakneck speed. Violet kept pace, manipulating the dream so she could copy Webby's speed and skill, allowing both to swing through the trees like Tarzan.
Dropping down into a clearing near a lake and waterfall, the pair began to search, calling out for their wayward friend as they pushed through the vibrant rainbow of tropical plants carpeting the ground, Violet pushing deeper into the jungle as Webby searched around the lake.
"Lena! Are you there!?" called Webby, climbing up the rocks to the top of the waterfall.
The roar of the waterfall filled her ears as she peered out to inspect the clearing, looking for anything that could give her a clue to Lena's whereabouts.
Years of survival training had honed Webby's senses to pick up on the smallest of things, disturbed earth, broken twigs, sounds that shouldn't be there, and a streak of white feathers among the plethora of colours that littered the clearing floor.
"Violet, I see her! Don't worry Lena, I'm coming!"
The declaration was followed by an expert dive off the waterfall and into the lake below with a resounding splash.
Clambering out, and ignoring her wet feathers, the duckling ran to where she had seen her friend, only to be stopped by a glowing barrier.
"Don't come any closer!" yelled Lena's voice in panic.
"Lena!" cried Webby. " Is Magica holding you prisoner?! Don't worry, we'll get you out!"
"What?!” exclaimed the sorceress. “No, Magica isn't here at all!"
"Then why are you imprisoned behind...this...shield?"
As Webby saw the barrier, she began to slow down, her brain overcoming panicked concern and really looking at the magic which blocked her progress.
It was blue, the same as Lena's power.
"Lena?" she questioned, as Violet joined her.
"I see you don't want us to come closer, am I correct in surmising that you are in a similar state of undress?" queried the hummingbird.
"Urgh! Why did this have to happen, of all my dreams why this? Why now?!"
Webby and Violet shared a look of worry at how distressed she sounded. 
"Lena,” said Webby, gently placing a hand on the barrier. “Whatever is going on, I promise we aren't mad."
"Though Webbigail is a little embarrassed at this whole situation," added Violet, which got her a blushing glare from the duckling.
"Urgh! I'm so sorry you guys," sighed Lena.
The barrier slowly disappeared, and the two approached the large tree at the edge of the clearing where they’d heard Lena’s voice, both making sure to keep a reasonable distance. She was obviously feeling horrible about the situation and they didn't want to make her feel worse.
"It's okay," started Webby, sitting down an arm's length from the tree. "We all have embarrassing dreams from time to time."
"Indeed," supported Violet. "Though this one seems intent on keeping us naked as a jaybird, perhaps this is an unconscious fear overriding our ability to control the dream."
"It's not a fear..." came the muted response.
Lena's head poked around the tree, bare shoulders indicated she was also in just her feathers.
"This...this dream is a safe space I created, for when Magica got too much to handle."
"What?" questioned Webby, scooting a little closer.
Lena didn't stop her.
"Magica was my literal shadow for years," continued Lena, sitting back against the tree with a sigh. "She was always ordering, complaining, threatening and having me do anything to help her get revenge, and in all that time I had little to no privacy.”
The sorceress spoke quietly, like she did every time her abusive 'Aunt' was brought up.
"Getting passage to Duckberg was difficult, I stowed away on a cargo ship but had to escape when the crew found me during a storm, I took a lifeboat, got thrown around a bit, guess I was knocked out because when I woke up on a desert island."
She looked around the tree again and saw Webby had moved closer along with Violet.
"I called out for Magica but got no answer, even at night in the shadows of the campfire I lit there was no sign of her. I was alone, for the first time in my life I was completely and utterly alone.”
"Really?" enquired Webby.
Lena nodded.
"I don't really know how it happened, but I was free from Magica for the first time in my life, so I...went a bit wild."
"I take it that is why we cannot dream up some clothes for ourselves," concluded Violet.
Lena nodded.
"It was so hot there I took off my sweater after a couple days, but after a few more I decided to just ditch my clothes entirely, it was warm enough so why bother wearing them. I ran, jumped and climbed over everything, I ate tropical fruits all day and had fish bakes in the evening with just a full moon and the stars for company. I could yell as loud as I liked and say whatever I pleased and no one could stop me.  The feeling of absolute freedom I had was something I'd never felt before.”
Then her face fell.
"But even without her voice in my ear, Magica was always somewhere in the back of my mind. I knew if I wanted to have that freedom, truly have it, then I had to help her. I didn't know better, I thought she was my family, that she would keep her word, so I eventually made a raft, and left paradise."
She looked up at her friends.
"I've never found that island again, no matter how many maps or Waddle World searches I did, it's not even on Mr McDucks old charts. It's like it doesn't want to be found."
“But you never forgot it,” said Webby, softly.
Lena nodded.
“I used a spell to create what I could in the dreamspace, the island always has different shapes and things on it each time, but it always feels the same, and it's where I went during nights when Magica got too much.”
She sniffed a little, wiping an unshed tear from watery eyes.
“Although why it looks like your dream island this time is beyond me.”
"If I may,” interrupted Violet. “Perhaps, as you could not recall the original island physically, but you can remember the feelings it evoked, the freedom to express yourself, rebellion against, and safety from, your 'Aunt', the dream island changed depending on which emotion was strongest.”
She scooted closer and sat next to Webby, Lena coming further into view.
“However, this time there is one person you know that physically embodies those feelings as well, one whom you gravitate towards, felt a genuine connection with and risked everything to save. Who not only helped you stand up to Magica, but helped you escape her hold once and for all."
Violet took Lena's hand and placed it in Webby's, their friendship bracelets still tied around their wrists.
"You are closer to Webbigail than anyone else, I posit that her presence makes you feel safe and secure to such a degree that, subconsciously, your magic drew us all together, and it is the very reason your island has taken this shape, because she is your island.”
Lena looked at Webby, her cheeks colouring as she saw a similar blush on the ducklings face who looked at her friend in awe.
"You really think of me like that?" Webby asked, slowly, carefully, almost like she couldn't believe it.
"Well, maybe, not in so many words," started Lena awkwardly, only to be cut off as she was suddenly wrapped in a tight hug.
"You are such a beautiful idiot," she whispered.
Lena found herself tearing up as she returned the embrace, squeezing Webby tight.
"Sorry about embarrassing you like this Pink," she apologised, choking slightly as she fought back tears.
Webby sat back and affectionately cupped Lena's chin.
"I'll live with it," she replied with a smile.
Getting to their feet, the three made their way back to the beach, Violet noticing Webby's hand never once left Lena's during the whole trip as she faintly smiled to herself.
Once they had settled down on the warm sands, the hummingbird found herself asking the question that had been bugging her since she’d seen Webby.
"Webbigail, why are you so embarrassed at being naked?"
The duckling blushed, speechless, she tried to look away from her friends, until Lena squeezed her hand.
"I'm curious about that to Pink," she asked with a good natured chuckle. "You're the bravest duck I’ve ever seen, you’ve taken on Magica, FOWL and everything in between, but it's a little nudity that gets you flustered?"
"Well," stammered Webby, rubbing the back of her neck.  "My training doesn’t let me be naked like this, I can't go around without any protection from the elements or possible assassins lurking in the shadows!"
She instinctively looked around at anything that could have held a possible assailant before returning focus to her friends.
"Granny would never forgive herself if anything happened to me, so I've worked hard to never be vulnerable and the thought of being so exposed in front of anyone...it's just so embarrassing.”
They sat for a moment as the waves crashed on the shore and Webby buried her head between her knees as her cheeks burned hot.
"I don’t know if you’ve noticed Pink, but you've been naked in front of us for a while now," chuckled Lena, which made Webby blush even harder. “And you seem to be a lot more comfortable than before.”
"Perhaps," mused  Violet. "You said you're afraid to let anyone see you in such a state, but our nudity here is a result of Lena’s memories and experience, you didn't care about your stature when it sounded like she was in danger and even dove off a waterfall to get to her, perhaps much like you being Lena’s Island, Lena is something similar to you.”
Lena looked at Webby.
“You dove off the waterfall?” she questioned, and the duckling rubbed the back of her neck.
“Yeah.”
“She even ignored her wet feathers to find you,” finished Violet, which made a mortified Webby bury her head between her knees yet again.
Violet continued, apparently unaware or ignoring the further embarrassment she just caused.
“Webby worked hard to try and find you after your banishment to the Shadow Realm because you were not only her first friend, but someone outside of the manor and triplets she connected with, she spends the most time with you and has worked to help you overcome any issues as a result of your time with Magica, I’d conclude it was only natural you would get close enough for your magic to bring her to the one place and state you felt safest, and thus deepen your bond to the point Webby is comfortable being her most vulnerable.”
She indicated their joined hands.
“Something I'd say she’s achieved."
The two ducklings followed her gaze, then looked up at each other, Webby’s blush softening to a warm glow as Lena pulled her in close with a smile.
"Guess so Vi," said Lena, leaning against Webby, feeling the smaller duckling rest her head on her shoulder. "Guess so."
The hummingbird returned their smiles before standing.
"Now we’ve all calmed down, I think it's time we enjoyed this dream to its fullest," she stated, stretching her arms and legs.
"What did you want to do?" asked Webby.
A dark purple surfboard materialised under her arm.
"Father alway said I was too young to try this, but I'm fascinated by the physics behind the board's interaction with the wave."
She grinned and ran down to the water, which was suddenly developing some sizable waves as Violet manipulated the dream to her liking.
“Wait for us!” cried Webby excitedly, a pink surfboard appearing under her arm, as the pair rushed down to the waters, laughing joyously.
"Let's hit those waves!" declared the sorceress, blue surfboard already at her side.
They hit the warm waters and leapt onto their boards.
"Hey, Webby," said Lena, as they paddled out to Violet.
"Yeah?”
"Thanks, for being my island," smiled the sorceress, planting a kiss on the ducklings knuckles.
Webby felt warmth bloom in her chest.
"Anytime," she replied with a blushing smile.
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Come morning, Mrs Beakly would come to check on the three, peering through the door to find all of them had moved into a cuddle pile sometime in the night. She was about to wake them, but at the sight of Webby and Lena's intertwined fingers made her gently close the door with a smile, deciding the girls wouldn't mind a few more minutes.