Innocent Desires

Written by SkyBCliffe
4/10/2022

The following story is based in the universe of the DuckTales 2017 reboot. Characters in this story are from the reboot or DuckTales in general, and belong to the original creators, 
and DuckTales, both the reboot and the original, belong to the creators, Disney XD, and Disney 
in general. 

The following characters
Chester Tealson
Azalea Tealson (Chester’s mother)
are characters created by me.

CW: This story does describe adult actions, (sexual intimacy, consensual underage/adult sex) and has the original characters from the show written as their canonical age. So if a (sensual) friendship between a 21 year old duck OC and a 12 year old duck from the show isn’t for you, then I don’t know how I can help you.
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Chapter 1:
Abashed, Yet Amorous

The summer sun was just setting as the time became 7:00 PM. Despite this, it was still gleaming onto the buildings and houses of Duckburg. One of these houses being the McDuck Manor, where we find a family known for its adventurous background.

Dinner was finished, and the dining room was empty, as the triplets Huey, Dewey, and Louie Duck left the kitchen to commence a dart war. Huey, the smartest of the triplets, and also the most shy, was armed with two triple barrel dart pistols with manual reload. Dewey, the toughest and most confident of the triplets, while still being a bit in over his head, was armed with an automatic dart rifle with a military camo exterior. And Louie, the sharpest of the triplets, but definitely the most untrustworthy, lazy, and irresponsible, was armed with a dart shotgun with pump action and ejecting shells. The three boys ran through the halls of the mansion, playfully shooting at each other with foam darts. Meanwhile in the dining room, Donald Duck, the sailor of the family, and the most unlucky person in existence, was clearing dishes off of the table and bringing them into the kitchen, where Della Duck, the sister of Donald, and one of the pilots of the family along with Launchpad McQuack, and the mother of the triplets Huey, Dewey, and Louie, was cleaning the dishes in the sink. As the door opened, Scrooge McDuck, the owner of the estate and the richest duck in the world, walked into the kitchen, and was followed by Webby Vanderquack, who was kind of a mix of Huey and Dewey, in terms of personality, and was the daughter of Scrooge McDuck.

“All I’m saying is, how come we’ve never tried to say hi to him? I mean, he is our fan, after all.” Webby said in response to a statement that Scrooge made before they walked into the kitchen. 

“Up until this morning, I didn’t even know we had a fan! An adoring public, yes. But a fan?” Scrooge replied. His tone sounded as though he was tired of hearing his daughter go on about this random guy that she claims is their fan.

“Is that a problem?” Donald asked while bringing a dirty plate to the sink for Della to wash. 

“Well admittedly, no. I just think it’s a wee bit odd that Webby seems so fixated with him.” Scrooge replied to Donald. 

“Well, haven’t you noticed him being in the same place as us sometimes?” Webby asked.

“What?!” Donald asked, in a more concerned tone. He certainly wasn’t wanting to have a stalker, that’s for sure.

“Not like that. At least, I hope not.” Webby said, replying to Donald’s concerned remark. “He attended my birthday party at Funso’s.” Webby said, continuing the conversation with Scrooge.

“It was a public establishment. Maybe he just went there to play some skee ball.” Scrooge replied to Webby.

“What kind of grown man would go to a kid’s place and spend his time playing skee ball?” Della asked jokingly.

Scrooge scoffed, and replied “Nobody I know.” to Della’s wisecrack, knowing damn well that he would spend his time playing it. And had.

“Actually, the game can be played by people of any age.” Donald said. “Anyway, that could be the reason why he was there, Webby.” He continued, agreeing with Scrooge’s theory.

“I don’t think so. He brought a present to the party.” Webby said.

“Everyone did, it was encouraged.” Scrooge replied.

“Yeah, ‘cause you didn’t want to spend your own money buying the gifts.” Della said, chuckling to herself.

“If you’re quite done with the immature and impudent insolence, ingrate.” Scrooge said, gritting his teeth in annoyance to his niece’s wisecracking.

“Sorry, Uncle Scrooge.” Della replied, still chuckling a bit.

“Anyway, he was the one that brought the Glacier Treader 3.0 grappling hook.” Webby said.

“He bought you that?” Scrooge said, somewhat impressed that this fan managed to put some thought into his gift, compared to most of the others who had just brought toys or other miscellaneous goodies.

“Yeah. And he was also at your fake funeral.” Webby replied to Scrooge.

“A lot of people came there.” Scrooge said, dismissing the possibility that this fan cares so much about him and his family.

“I saw him tear up a little when he left the coffin after paying his respects. And then when you revealed that you were still alive, he could not have had a bigger, gladder smile on his face.” Webby said.

“Huh...that says a lot.” Scrooge replied, kind of honored that some rando cared about him so much.

“The first time I ever saw him was when that money shark attacked. I saw him running back and forth across the bridge, stealing money back from the people who were taking it while it was flying around, and then throwing it back to the shark.” Webby said. “I’d guess that in his mind, it was easier to give it to the shark, since it was made of your money. If that even makes sense.” She added.

“Considerate, caring about my health and well-being, AND protective of my money?” Scrooge asked himself. “He definitely seems promising.” He added.

“So, should I say hi to him the next I see him?” Webby asked.

“Well, I’ll be honest, lass. On one hand, I just don’t think that would be safe. Because he is a stranger. But on the other hand, you’re a smart girl. You’ve been intuitive about your decisions before, and you’ve always known who to trust and who to be wary of. So with that in mind, you can meet him. But, if anything seems creepy or weird or anything in the red flag area, you get away and let me know. Understood?” Scrooge said, in a fatherly manner. A tone he didn’t use very often when he thought he didn’t have children of his own. That all changed when he found out that Webby was his own child.

“Yes, dad.” Webby replied. Calling him dad was something new to her, since they only just found out about a month ago. That said, it was definitely a name she wasn’t uncomfortable with calling him. “But now the question remains, how do I meet him? Should I go to his house?” She asked. “I’m obviously joking. You can’t just go up to some stranger’s house.” She added.

“Wise, lass.” Scrooge said, complimenting her.

“Although, I’m not exactly sure where I could find him, anyhow. I don’t think I could visit him at his college, and I’m not sure where else he goes. And even if I wanted to visit his house, I couldn’t anyway. I don’t know where he lives.” Webby said.

As if on cue, Gyro Gearloose opened the door and came into the kitchen. “I do.” He said. “After hearing you talk about this fan of yours, and by hearing I mean eavesdropping, I went through the trouble of finding him for you. I looked him up based on how you described him to Mr. McDuck, or ‘dad’ as you like to call him, and after some searching, I have finally found the one that fits your description. A member of the teal species, dark brown hair, standard build, college student at Duckburg State?” Gyro said, reading off of his clipboard.

“That could be anybody. How do you know for sure he’s the one I’ve been talking about?” Webby said.

“Would this help? A photo from the library security cameras, courtesy of Quackfaster?” Gyro asked as he showed a printed photo showing the guy that Webby was talking about, sitting at one of the tables and reading a book.

“Ah. Yeah, that’s him.” Webby replied, now recognizing the person in the photo as who she was talking about.

“Now, although I didn’t catch his name from any records that Quackfaster had of his book rentals, because I was in a rush with something I’m working on, I did manage to find the address of his home.” Gyro said, writing down the address on an index card and giving it to Webby. “Here you go.” He said.

“Thank you.” Webby said, as she took the card and looked at it, reading it silently to herself. “Just outside the city of Duckburg, between the city and the beach, a suburban street called Leyland Pathway, house…” She whispered to herself. “L5?” She asked Gyro at a normal volume. 

“This suburban area in question separates its houses to the left, and to the right. Houses to the left are odd numbered, and houses to the right are even numbered. L1, R2, L3, etc.” Gyro explained.

“Ah, okay.” Webby said. “Well...I guess I’m going to his house, then.” She said, “Since the opportunity is right there.” She added, and she then hugged Scrooge and left the kitchen. “Wish me luck!” She said, as she opened the door and walked out.

“Stay safe, Webby!” Scrooge said before she left, knowing that she’s smart enough to keep herself out of trouble, but still wanting to remind her.

As Webby walked through the halls, making her way to the front door in the foyer, she dodged the foam darts flying through the air in barrages, as Dewey was assaulting Huey and Louie with a mounted MG; fully automatic, 90 dart capacity, and a rotating 6 barrel drum. 

“TASTE FOAM, YOU UNWASHED REBELS!” Dewey exclaimed as he continued shooting his onslaught of foam darts before he noticed Webby. “Oh! Hey, Webby!” He said as he used his free hand to wave at her. 

“Hey, Dewey! How’s the battle looking?” She replied. 

“It’s going well. But my targets seem to be hiding.” Dewey replied to her question. 

“Well, you might wanna stop shooting. You’re wasting your ammo.” Webby said, pointing out the fact that he was still shooting. 

“Oh, you’re right.” He said, as he stopped shooting, and the rotating barrel slowed to a stop. “What should I do?” He asked in a whispered tone, as to not give away any plans to the enemies. 

“Wait for them to come out and attack. Then, just as they pop out, let ‘em have it!” She replied in the same whispered tone. 

“Ah, okay!” Dewey replied quietly, as the two of them began waiting for Huey and Louie to come out. It took more than a few seconds, maybe almost a minute, for them to come out and attack, but as soon as they popped out, Webby’s quick vision alerted her to tell Dewey to start firing. And he did. “DEWEY TURBOOOOO DUUUUUUCK!” Dewey shouted as he fired his darts at them with rapid succession, as Huey and Louie recognized that it was an ambush, and scrambled back to their hiding places. Or, Louie did at least. Huey just fell to the ground and went into a fetal position, in fear of being pelted with foam darts. Despite this, he was still hit with a couple darts. “Fantastic! Thank you, dear Webbigail!” Dewey said in a tone that sounded sophisticated and proper. 

“You’re welcome, sir Dewford.” Webby replied in the same sophisticated tone. 

“Here. Have a lollipop. Your favorite flavor.” Dewey said in a normal tone, reaching into a bag he had next to him, which had snacks like chips, fruits, and candy, which he deemed as ‘rations’, and pulled out a small sucker with a blue wrapper. 

“Blue raspberry?” Webby asked in a normal tone, slightly confused. “My favorite flavor is watermelon.” She added.

Dewey then realized his mistake. “Ohh, I was thinking about my favorite flavor.” Dewey said, “Sorry.” he added, apologetically.

“Oh, I’ll still eat it, either way.” Webby said, as she took off the wrapper and went to a nearby trash bin, and placed the wrapper into the bin. 

“So, where are you headed?” Dewey asked.

“Well, nowhere in particular. Just...going out for a stroll.” Webby replied, lying. She knew it wasn’t necessary to lie to him, but she didn’t think he would understand why she was going to some random guy’s house.

“A stroll to visit this ‘Number 1 fan’ you’ve been talking about?” Louie asked with a smug smirk on his face, as he popped out from his hiding place. Suddenly, Dewey noticed him not in hiding, and he brought his hands back to the gun triggers to start barraging Louie. “NonoNO! TRUCE! TRUCE!” Louie exclaimed, turning his face away and putting his forearms in an X position, guarding his face from being pelted with foam darts. Thankfully for him, he wasn’t.

Webby wasn’t that good at lying, because she doesn’t do it that often. So whenever she did lie, it was as obvious as pink paint on a blank white canvas. “...Yeah.” Webby replied, her voice sounding small as she felt ashamed that she lied for no reason.

“Well, I hope all goes well.” Huey said kindly, leaning up from where he was on the floor.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be dead.” Dewey said, reminding Huey of the rules of the game.

“Sorry.” Huey said, as he laid back on the floor, not moving, pretending to be dead, as per the rules of the game.

“And I wish you the same, Webby.” Dewey said politely, as he gave her a kind smile. “...Visiting the fan, I mean. Not being dead.” He added, wanting to clarify what he meant.

“Thank you, Dewey. And thank you, Huey.” Webby said, as she then walked toward the door. “See you later!” Webby said as she waved to them.

As Webby exited the house, she embarked onward to her destination. During the span of what seemed like more than a fifteen minute walk, she strolled outside the manor’s gates, and through the city, past the traffic intersections and past many buildings. All the while enjoying her small lollipop, until it was finished. She then found a nearby garbage can outside of a restaurant, and threw the candyless stick into the trash, and continued onward, until she finally reached the end of the city and saw in a close distance, a sizable neighborhood of bungalows, and a street sign that labeled the road as Leyland Pathway. This is the neighborhood she was looking for. She then walked down the street looking at the small plaques on each house describing the address. She looked to the left as she walked past L1, the first house on the left. And then as she proceeded, the next house was labeled as L3, so then, as she kept walking, she finally reached the house she was searching for. L5.

Now, how was she supposed to do this? Could she wait outside, or would that be too obvious? Or really, should she even be here to begin with? She obviously couldn’t go into his home. 
She shouldn’t go into his home.

As she hoisted herself up to an open window, she went through it, and made her way into the fan’s bedroom. She looked around and found it...pretty ordinary, actually. She remembered seeing this fan wearing a t-shirt with a picture of her family printed on it, so she expected to see custom merch and memorabilia of the family. But no. This room was bare of anything of the sort. The walls were painted with a cyan shade, resembling an ocean blue color. The wall on the north side of the room had an XX casement window. That was the same window that was left open, the same window that Webby snuck into the house through. Below the window was a bed, which Webby softly landed on when she came in. The wall on the west side of the bedroom had a sliding glass door that led to a back porch, giving a delightful view of the beach, and the sunset. The wall to the south end of the bedroom had a dresser, with a medium flat screen TV resting on top of it. Above the television, hanging on the wall, was a painting of a gigantic electric guitar laying flat, acting as a bridge between two desert plateaus. Possibly the grand canyon. The guitar’s fretboard had two railroads going across it, assisting minecarts with going across one side to the other. Cowboys were strewn across the painting, some moving the minecarts, others just idling around. Next to the dresser was a desk with a computer sitting upon it. And to the left of the desk was a door that led to the living room of the house. And on the east side of the bedroom were two doors. One that led to a closet space, and the other leading to a bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub. On another section of that same wall were two posters, both of which showed guitarists. One was a trumpeter swan dressed in a gray loose fitting dress shirt, and a black gambler hat with silver emblems on it. His guitar was a black stratocaster with a white pickguard, and an ebony fretboard. The name at the bottom of that poster read: Stevie Ray Swaughan.
Meanwhile, the other poster showed an elderly columbidae bird sitting in a chair, dressed in a white tuxedo with a black undershirt. His guitar, which was standing on the floor and resting upon the side of his leg, was a guitar that looked similar in shape, compared to the guitar from the first poster, but had a sunburst finish, and a maple fretboard. The name at the upper right corner of this poster read: Eric Flapton.

While examining the bedroom, she walked toward the desk and found some kind of book, a dark red, velvet journal with a vibrant blue horizontal stripe across the front cover. Out of curiosity, she opened the book and went to a random page. She began reading.

“While in lotus position, Chester reached his hands around her lower back, until they met and his fingers interlocked with each other. Similarly to how her legs were wrapped around his waist as she sat in his lap. The two of them looked into each other’s eyes while Chester began thrusting, slowly bucking his hips up and down, plunging his throbbing manhood in and out of her pussy at a steady pace.”

As Webby read from the book, she felt very confused. “Pussy? Like a cat?” She asked herself, unsure. She was a very smart girl, but she could not understand what this book was talking about. “And who’s Chester?” She asked herself, as she went back to reading.

“When Chester stared into her eyes, it was like looking out into space, seeing an endless range of stars, comets, planets, entire galaxies even; colorful and glistening, all spread out and never ending. Even though her eyes had no color, even though they were just black circles, they were still so captivating to look into. In that moment, they both kissed, while holding each other close in a passionate embrace as Chester thrusted faster.”

“Is that the guy’s name? Chester?” Webby asked herself, still confused. She then went back to the page.

“They moaned into each other’s beaks while they were still connected, Chester holding her close to him while she combed her fingers through his soft hair. They then disconnected, panting, their warm breath puffing onto each other’s faces, while Chester went faster. ‘You’re so beautiful, Webby. I ca’-”

Webby froze for a moment as she read her own name in the book. As a reaction, she accidentally dropped the book and it fell onto the floor. “W...w-why...why am I in that?” Webby asked herself worriedly, as her breath began pacing in time with the speed of her ever-increasing pulse, almost to a hyperventilating level. Fearful, yet out of irrepressible curiosity, she then picked up the book from the floor and then sifted through all of the other pages. Much to her surprise, that wasn’t the only page that mentioned her name. Page after page after page, every single page, Chester and Webby.

She didn’t know how to feel about this. One side of her was mortified about what she discovered, and rightfully so. But one side of her that spoke to her the most was how confused she felt about the actions described in that book. She needed to know what it was. Because the last time she didn’t have the answer to what something was, it ate away at her for days until she was a stressed out wreck. And that was just because Huey had told her a riddle.

She wanted to look it up on her phone, but she wasn’t connected to any wifi. Obviously because she didn’t know this guy’s wifi password. So, as a last resort, she went to the computer on the desk and switched it on. Fortunately, it was recently used by the occupant of the house, so she didn’t have to try and hack into it to figure out the password. She went to the computer’s search engine and typed in what the book described. Lotus position. But all that came up was the yoga pose. That made some sort of sense, considering that the book described her legs wrapped around Chester in that scene she read. Determined, she scrolled through the page until she reached the bottom, and upon going to the second page, she finally found a description about what appeared to be a popular sex position, called Lotus position. Where the female sits in the male's lap while he’s sitting up, and her legs are stretched out behind him or wrapped around him, while she rides the male’s penis. She then crossed that out and searched for a description of ‘sex’. The most helpful result described it as

“An activity in which two people, often male and female individuals, engage in sexual intimacy involving penetration or insertion of a male’s erect penis into a female’s vaginal area, the resulting frictions from the male thrusting in and out of the female often results in an orgasm, and ejaculation of a white thick fluid called semen, sperm, or the more explicit term, cum. Another white fluid that comes from the male’s penis is called pre-cum, which is a more translucent fluid compared to semen, which is more opaque. This fluid often occurs when the male is halfway close to ejaculating.”

While searching through different definitions, she found out that ‘sex’ was an amazing practice done between couples, for creating a child or just for the fun of it. She found out that it could be done between people of any gender. A man with a woman, a man with a man, a woman with a woman, and so on. And there were a variety of positions this activity could be done in. She also found a certain word that she was confused by: incest. She looked it up, and found a definition that read “Having a romantic or sensual relationship with a member of your own family. Often seen as taboo and sinful.” That left her confused, but she continued with her research. But despite all she read, she still didn’t understand sex completely. She needed to see it for herself. How was it done? And then she looked at the other tabs that the owner of this computer had open. She went to one particular tab, for a site called 6 to the 9th power, a porn site disguised as some kind of math website, and saw an entire page of random videos. She clicked on a random one. It showed a female duck, a marbled teal, who looked very beautiful. The video showed her doing a few different activities with a male duck, one in particular being her laying on her back, while the male laid above her and thrusted his penis in and out of her vagina. The position they were in was called Missionary position, also known as the vanilla position. Another scene showed her on top of the male duck, rolling her hips back and forth as the male’s penis went in and out of her vagina. That position was called the Cowgirl position, with the woman riding the man in a dominant fashion. That single video was all that Webby needed to see how it was done. There were still more positions and concepts she had to learn about it, but all in good time.

She felt interested about this practice, and in fact, she wanted to try it out with somebody. But who? She had found out less than a month ago that she was Scrooge’s daughter. And that meant that she was related to Donald, and the triplets. So, neither of them were an option. And Lena and Violet were out assisting Darkwing Duck in defeating an arcane militia that had been summoning flame wraiths to terrorize St. Canard. Plus, Lena and Webby had some...companionship issues when Webby admitted...well, more on that later. So, Webby wasn’t left with a lot of options. She had considered Boyd, but then realized that he was...well, a robot. She wasn’t sure if he was waterproof or not, - because she had read that females cum as well during sex - but she didn’t want to take that risk of electrocuting herself. And obviously she wasn’t going to do it with Doofus Drake. Goodness no. But then she heard a doorknob unlock, and a door open. It was then that she realized that that must be the occupant of this house, the fan that she was going on about earlier. Out of panic, she minimized the tab on the computer, and got down to the floor and crawled under the bed. She then rotated around to get a good view of the floor surrounding the bed, so she could determine when would be a good time to escape.

Then the bedroom door opened, as a figure carrying a guitar case walked in. A phone ringtone went off, and the being set down the guitar case down on the floor as they heard their phone ring. It was their mother calling. They picked up. “Hey, mom.” They said, replying to their mother. From Webby’s perspective, the voice speaking was definitely a male voice. Maybe somewhere in his early twenties. And his mom on the other end of the call could very faintly be heard. “I’ve been doing well, thanks.” He said, responding to his mother as he began to idle around his room. “Yeah, I just got back from playing at La Pluma de Cola Vivaz. They were a good crowd, don’t worry. At least, when I started playing jazz for them.” He said. He then stopped, for he had heard an odd sound. It sounded like...faint moaning. He looked over at his computer, and saw that a tab was open for 
6 to the 9th power. And a video was playing. “Did I leave it on when I left? He asked himself, unsure. He shrugged, and then paused the video and re-minimized the tab. “Probably. I’ll save it for later, though.” He answered himself. “Man...Mia Khabeaka is so fine.” He said to himself, admiring the marbled teal from the video. He then heard a concerned exclamation from his mother. He thought he had muted the call. He didn’t. “Wait, what?! Nothing. Anyway...” He said, quick to avoid interrogation from his mom. Meanwhile, Webby just stayed where she was, not making a sound.

“Oh, them? No, ma’am. I haven’t had the chance to talk to them yet.” The fan said, replying to his mother’s question. “Yeah, that was a lie. I’ve had quite a few opportunities. But...I took none of them.” He replied. “Well, that’s just it! I don’t know how to approach them! They’re so amazing and adventurous. I have never met a family like them.” He replied to his mother. Webby then heard what he said, and continued to listen. 
“I mean, you have the richest duck in the world, an amazing sailor, two great pilots, one of them being the mother of three wild triplets, and that’s just scraping the surface. And each member of that family is so driven, outgoing, and all around incredible.” He replied to his mother. Webby then understood that he was talking about her family. Oh, yeah, this was definitely the fan she was talking about earlier. After a few seconds, his mom asked him another question. “Nonononono, she’s the one I’m most nervous around.” He replied. “Cause she’s just as amazing as they are! Maybe more! She rib-kicked Magica De Spell, she helped her best friend convert her evil magic into good magic, and she even took down a friggin’ tree giant with a lightning bolt!” He continued. “No, no, you didn’t see it. She flew into the air, and shot a lightning bolt at the giant!” He said. “NO, I don’t know! I think I would know if she had magic as well...She might, but I’m not 100% sure.” He exclaimed, before thinking for a moment, and then returning to a normal volume when he gave the second sentence. Webby listened to what he was saying, instantly recognizing who the guy was talking about. Her. Webby didn’t know how to feel in the moment, until the fan laid down on his bed, eventually putting his mom on speakerphone so he could hear her better. 

“Is there anything you like about her?” His mother asked him. “Well, she’s...I like how...honestly, I don’t know how to describe her.” He replied. “I guess, in a way, she inspires me. For some reason, seeing a young girl...no...a young woman who is so optimistic, enthusiastic, confident, eager, wild, and warm-hearted as she is, for some reason, it makes me believe that there is good in this world.” He continued. Webby heard him admitting why he likes her so much, and for some reason, she couldn’t help but feel enamored at what he said. “Well, I think you now have your answer as to why you like her. So, why not talk to her?” The mother asked. “Well, how do you approach someone like that? Someone so unique and innocent?” He asked, replying to his mother. “From the way you described her earlier, she doesn’t sound so innocent.” The mother replied, chuckling a bit to herself. “Well, I’ve gotta go. I’m cooking dinner, and I don’t want it to burn. But, to answer your question, just try saying ‘hi’ and see where that takes you. Sometimes the best way to introduce yourself is the simplest way.” The mother continued. “Okay, then.” He replied. “Bye, sweetie! I love you!” The mother said, about to hang up. “Bye, mom! Love you, too!” He replied, as he hung up his phone. Switching it off, and setting it down on the bed.

“Just say ‘Hi’. Yeah, that could work. But how do I meet her? Do I visit their house sometime?” The fan said to himself. “No no, that’s crazy. You can’t just go up to their house. Maybe...nevermind.” He continued, as he grabbed his guitar case, opening it and picking up his guitar, a dark red guitar with a white tortoise shell pickguard, and a maple fretboard and neck. He then sat down on the corner of his bed, and plugged his guitar into his amp. And then switched on the amp and began playing. He played some freestyle melodic soloing in the key of G minor, occasionally transitioning to F major every now and then. His tone was a light and smooth distortion, with a bit of reverb added to it. His fingers danced gracefully across the fretboard, playing harmonious arpeggios, mildly fast-paced alternate picking, and slow legato here and there. He was very proficient in his playing, him being a dedicated guitar player for about 3 years. Webby listened to his playing, delighted by how talented this guy sounded on the guitar, but doubtful that that was him playing. For all she knew, he could’ve been playing a video on his computer. To make sure, she carefully crawled toward the side of the bed, and peeked her head out, just enough to see his right hand moving, indicating that it was picking at the strings, but she couldn’t see his other hand moving. She crawled back under and went to the foot of the bed, and peeked out, again, just enough so that he couldn’t see her, but enough so that she saw his left hand moving from across the fretboard, and although she couldn’t see his fingers moving, she could tell that he was definitely playing. And then she crawled back under the bed so she wouldn’t be seen.

The fan continued soloing, making occasional chord changes to other keys like C minor and F minor, and then transitioning back to G minor. There were also a few temporary moments in D major, acting as a moment of tension, before going back to G minor, as the release from the tension. He definitely had experience with creating fascinating solos of his own, and it showed, not just with his chord changes, but also as he used other solo techniques like tapped harmonics, volume swells, and even a rare-but-not-unheard-of technique called whammy glissando, where he used his whammy bar, string bends, and legato playing to create a glissando passage that sounded...almost violin-like. Although Webby couldn’t see this technique and how he was doing it, it sounded so beautiful to her. Something about the melody he used combined with its smooth phrasing, plus the velvety tone that his guitar emulated, was enough to give Webby goosebumps. The guitar playing went on for more than two minutes, until his right hand fingers slipped and he dropped his guitar pick. And it fell onto the hardwood floor. “What th-...[Scoffs] Of course.” He said to himself, not surprised, as he turned the volume knob on his guitar all the way down, and set it beside him on the bed so he could look for his pick. “Where did it...ugh, maybe under the bed.” He said, slightly frustrated, as he stood up and then bent down, leaning his head down and looking under the bed. He looked for a few seconds before he eventually saw it. But then he noticed something else under the bed. He looked at it, and it took him a while for what he saw to register. But then he realized. The ‘something’ under the bed...was Webby Vanderquack.

The fan jolted back in surprise, as he stood back up. “OHH! Oooh...oh, was that a hallucination?” He asked himself, freaking out a little bit, doubting what he saw, before he bent back down and saw Webby again, while she was crawling out from where she was, now that she was discovered, and then the fan stood up again, running his fingers through his hair, nervous as he could be. “OOH, it wasn’t a hallucination! She’s here! She...I...you’re here. And...huh?” He exclaimed, stammering and stuttering, pretty nervous at the fact that Webby Vanderquack was in his house. So many thoughts went through his mind all at once. 

“Why is she here?! How is she here?!” 
“Oh, I think I might’ve left the window open.” “What did she see, and how much of it?!” 
“Did she hear me on the guitar a minute ago?” 
“Bruh, I almost butchered one of those bends, and she would’ve heard that!” 

Meanwhile, all he could say was “Umm...well, Hi. I guess one way to start off would be...why are you in my house?” He asked her politely and nervously. 

It took Webby a little while to find the right way to answer his question. “Well, I had seen you a few times before. You attended Scrooge McDuck’s funeral, and you also attended my birthday party at Funso’s. So after that, plus the t-shirt I saw you wearing one day, it finally occurred to me that you must’ve been a fan of my family. Is that true?” Webby asked. 

The fan was hesitant to answer, but eventually he did. “Yes, that’s true.” He replied, slightly embarrassed.

“So, for that reason specifically, I came here because I wanted to say hi to you, and finally give you the chance to meet me.” Webby said.

“Well, that’s very polite of you. Thank you.” He responded.

“So, I guess I should go ahead and introduce myself.” Webby said. Before saying in her usual excited and cute tone “Hi! I’m Webby!” while giving a smile and waving at him.

He blushed at the sight and giggled a little bit, at the fact that Webby said her well-known greeting to him. “Hi. I’m Chester.” He replied timidly.

Webby internally froze up when she heard his name, as it became clear that he was definitely the one who wrote those stories. “Nice to meet you, Chester.” Webby said politely, masking her unease.

“Not to be confused with the made up thief Scrooge thought was stealing from him.” Chester added.

“You heard that he called him that?” Webby asked.

“Yeah. When I heard you comment that Glomgold was ‘Chester’ while Scrooge was exposing him, I was deceased. Like, what are the odds?” Chester replied, chuckling a little bit. After a bit of silence, he spoke again. “So, you came here to visit me?” He asked.

“Yes. I didn’t know whether to wait outside, or go inside. But I made up my mind, and snuck in through that window over there.” Webby replied, pointing at the window above Chester’s bed. “I know that that’s trespassing, but…” She added. She didn’t want to trespass his home, but curiosity always got the best of her.

“Well, to be fair, I did forget to close the window when I left, so that’s on me.” Chester said.

“Yeah, that’s fair.” Webby said, agreeing with him. “So, I came in here through the window, and I looked around your room. It’s very nice.” She said while looking around his room again.

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” Chester said.

“You’re welcome. So, I just have one specific question.” Webby said.

“Okay. What is it?” Chester asked.

“Well, um...do you...have a crush on me?” Webby asked, a little reluctantly, not wanting to surprise him with the question.

Hearing that question, Chester felt so nervous trying to think of how to answer her. His throat felt tight and uncomfortable, as though a razor sharp knife was firmly pressed against his neck, like saying the wrong thing OR the right thing would result in a death sentence. “Uhh...what would make you think that?” Chester asked timorously.

“Well, while I was looking around, I came across a book that had mentioned my name many times.” Webby replied.

“Book?” Chester asked, his nervousness building with every passing second.

“Yeah, this book that was on the desk over there.” Webby said, pointing to the desk.

“Which one?” Chester asked, not realizing what he just asked.

“It’s a dark red...there’s more than one?” Webby asked, interested in what the other books contained. She then walked back to the desk.

“Oh, why did I say that?!” Chester thought to himself, freaking out.

Webby opened the top drawer of the desk, looking in it to find these other books. She found three. Same velvet cover, same dark red color, but one had a red stripe. The second one had an orange stripe, and the third had a yellow stripe. She opened the drawer below it, and found three more books. One with a green stripe, one with a purple stripe, and the other one had a pink stripe. She was definitely concerned with what these other books contained, but she was also curious. But she didn’t have time to read them now. She looked back at Chester with a confused face.

Chester unintentionally - and ignorantly - made a joke about the situation. “I...I do a lot of writing in my spare time. I have a lot of spare time.” Chester jokingly said, awkwardly chuckling at his joke.

Webby didn’t laugh, she just felt uncomfortable about the whole situation. Especially with his joke.

While Chester’s awkward laughter trailed off, he then grabbed his guitar off of the bed. “So, which one of them did you read?” Chester asked timidly, while he switched off his amp and unplugged his guitar.

“I think it was this one.” Webby replied, holding up the book with the orange stripe.

“Oh, okay. That one’s fine.” Chester said, breathing a sigh of relief while placing his guitar back in its case.

“No, wait…” Webby said, as she looked at all seven books. “Yeah, my mistake, it was this one.” She said, holding up the book with the blue stripe.

“Oh, I was afraid it was that one.” Chester said, covering his eyes with one hand and pressing his temples. “Either that one or the purple one. Or the red. Or even the pink. The pink one’s a little more tame, but the purple one...sheesh, that was a creative period.” He said, eventually taking his hand off of his face.

“I didn’t know you were the type that wrote fan fiction.” Webby said, not intended in a judgmental way.

“Well, I wouldn’t necessarily call it fan fiction. Just...fantasy?” Chester said, unsure. “Okay, so it is fan fiction.” He said, admittedly.

“Well, it’s very...really...honestly, I’m not sure what to say.” Webby said, having trouble finding the right words to describe Chester’s writings.

“Look...just know that I’m not a creep. Or, I’m not trying to be a creep. But if I am, or if I’m coming off as creepy, I’m really sorry.” Chester said, as he laid down on his bed, covering his face as he felt ashamed of himself. He knew that he was undeniably wrong for writing all that stuff in something as discoverable as a journal, and for writing it in general. But somehow in his mind, he thought that it wouldn’t have been discovered by Webby, since he knew that there was no possible chance that she would come over to his house. Or at least, that’s what he was sure of. Until now.

As uncomfortable as Webby felt about this, and rightfully so, she couldn’t stand seeing someone feeling embarrassed or sad. And in retrospect, some of the writings in his journals were actually kinda wholesome. Namely the first one she read. “When Chester stared into her eyes, it was like looking out into space, seeing an endless range of stars, comets, planets, entire galaxies even, colorful and glistening, all spread out and never ending. Even though her eyes had no color, even though they were just black circles, they were still so captivating to look into.” Admittedly, now knowing that he was talking about her, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little flattered by that. Out of kindness, she walked up beside his bed and tapped his arm with her finger. Chester uncovered his face hesitantly. “I was gonna say that those stories are...remarkably detailed.” She said to him, “In a good way, I mean.” She added. She still thought it was - at the very least - pretty weird that he wrote all that stuff. About him and her. But, she still found it a bit impressive, the wording he used and the visual imagery.

“Well...thank you. This might be random, but I actually enjoyed doing essays, written answer questions, and stuff like that when I was back in high school. I enjoyed them because, for me, it gave me an outlet to be creative. Y’know?” Chester said, still a bit timid.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Webby replied. “Those stories are actually pretty well-written. Were they inspired by anything, or…” She asked.

“Nope. All my own fantasies.” Chester responded.

“Ah, so you were right about them being fantasy.” Webby said.

“Yep. Would it surprise you if I told you I’m single?” Chester asked sarcastically. “No, for real, I’m single.” He said, his smile fading into an emotionless frown.

That self-deprecating line made Webby feel a bit concerned. “So, you don’t have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend?” Webby asked.

“Nope, I do not.” Chester replied, not caring that he didn’t have a significant other. He wanted one, but he wasn’t in a rush to find one.

Webby admittedly felt bad for him after hearing him say that. But now it made sense to her why he wrote all that stuff about him and her in those books, and why he had those tabs open for those websites with the sex videos. It’s because he’s never had someone to engage in the practice with. Now of course, Webby wouldn’t usually be willing to do stuff like this, especially not with someone older than her, but if she’s the one that this guy has been wanting...well, she just might be willing to make his dreams come true. Because who is Webby Vanderquack, if not kind and obliging toward the new people she meets? “No one to fulfill those fantasies of yours?” Webby asked inconspicuously, making it sound like an innocent question at first, before she made her move.

“No.” Chester answered, and then he had to do a double take. “Wait, what?” He asked, unsure of what she could’ve possibly meant by that question.

“No one to love you the same way that I could?” Webby asked, in a subtly suggestive tone, as she climbed up onto the bed.

“Well, no. But, what are you implying?” Chester asked, slowly becoming more and more nervous.

“You definitely seem like you’ve been wanting someone like me for a long while.” Webby said as she crawled on top of Chester, laying down on his torso. “But maybe instead of ‘someone like me’, maybe I could give you the real thing?” She asked, placing one of her hands on the side of his face.

“Well...I mean, I wouldn’t tell you no, if you were offering me the chance to...yeah. Cause...well, I...I do think about you in a way that...oh, this is embarrassing to talk about.” Chester said, nervous as all living hell. “But, are you sure you want to…? Because I don’t know if...why would…” He stammered and stuttered.

Webby then put a finger to Chester’s beak, shushing him. “Let me give you the love you’ve desired.” She said in a soft, slightly sensual tone of voice, as she placed her other hand on the other side of his face, as she brought her face close to his. She kissed him, gently placing her beak upon Chester’s, while her hands caressed his face. She had seen the two people in the video kiss at one point, but even with that, she didn’t know how to do it herself. So, placing her hands on the sides of his face and speaking in that voice, she was kind of guiding herself by instinct. Chester’s eyes were wide open in shock, and he almost considered pulling her face away from his, but...the feeling of her beak pressed against his in an impassioned connection, told him to just let it happen. He then closed his eyes and allowed Webby to kiss him, while he laid back. As it progressed, Webby moved her hands from Chester’s face, and then lowered them to wrap them around his back, hugging him. Chester felt so nervous about all of this, but he couldn’t help but hug her back, as they continued kissing. It went on for at least a minute, feeling as though they were surviving on each other’s breath like oxygen. As it went on, Chester felt a stiff sensation within the front of his jeans. An erection. He didn’t mean to get one, honestly. Maybe it was the slow, fervent smooching that he was receiving from Webby. Perhaps it was how soft her feathered hands felt. Or perhaps it was just the fact that he was being helplessly kissed by the same adventurous avian angel he absolutely adores. Whatever it was, Chester was definitely enjoying this, and couldn’t help but continue the kissing, embracing the experience.

They eventually broke the kiss, Webby savoring the taste of Chester’s mouth, while they both sighed breathlessly, her warm - and blue raspberry scented - breath puffing lightly against Chester’s face, which to him, smelled delightful. “Did you like that?” Webby asked in a soft tone with a cute grin on her face.

Chester was still having to take it all in at once, the fact that Webby, Webby Vanderquack of the McDuck family, just kissed him. On. The beak. “That...that was…amazing.” He replied, still nervous, but truth be told, it was an incredible first kiss.

“Glad to hear that.” Webby said, giving him a brief but warm hug. When she released him from it, she stood back up beside him to his left. “Although...I think I’d like to take this a bit further.” She said, as she began removing her blue vest. And then she slowly unbuttoned her pink long sleeve shirt. Not removing it, but opening it to reveal her downy chest and stomach.

Chester’s eyes went wide again, unsure of what to do. “Uhh...h-how much further?” He asked nervously.

“Hmm...well, not so far. Yet. First, I feel it’s necessary that we both see what we have to offer.” Webby replied. “To put it simply, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” She added, making it clear what she meant.

“Okay.” Chester said, as he stood up from the bed. As he looked down and noticed a quite visible tent at the front of his jeans, he blushed much harder. Given that the girl he was fanboying over now had a front row seat to view it. But, because of her request, he took off his jeans, and then, much more irresolutely, took off his boxers, and revealed his erected 6 and ½ inch penis, which was also about 2 inches in girth.

Webby crawled to the side of the bed Chester was standing beside, and she sat down on the edge. She then examined Chester’s penis, looking at it from different angles, measuring the length of it with her hands. “Would it bother you if I touch it?” She asked politely, wanting to get a feel of it.

“Umm...no, go ahead.” Chester replied, hesitant at first, but allowing her to examine it however she wished.

“Thank you.” Webby said, as she delicately held the shaft of his penis between her fingers and thumb, moving it around in random directions, checking the different sides of it. Judging by how it looked, felt, and smelled, Webby could gather that it was well taken care of. Properly washed whenever he showered, not crooked or misshapen. Very well kept.

As she proceeded with inspecting it, Chester just stood where he was, blushing and trying his best not to look at her while she was doing her work. “So...how is it?” Chester asked timidly, blushing as he felt her touching his dick.

“Well...I like it. Very well maintained…pretty warm...and hard as a baseball bat.” Webby replied, as she began stroking his erection, pulling the foreskin of his penis back and forth in a slow repetitive motion. She then brought her beak near it, giving a few sniffs.

Chester blushed even more at that, scratching the back of his head. “And, um...how does it smell?” Chester asked nervously. “Sorry if that’s a weird question. Just wanted to ask, since you were smelling it.” He added.

“Well, it smells...like...it smells like it was recently cleaned in the shower.” Webby replied politely, giving a couple more sniffs. Its smell couldn’t be described by comparing it to something, but it smelled rather clean, so that was the best analogy Webby could give.

“Well, thank you.” Chester said, still in a nervous tone. He almost had a small anxiety attack at the fact that Webby Vanderquack was actually touching his cock. He didn’t know what to do except stand still and let her do what she wished. Meanwhile, while she was giving slow strokes, he tried to make small talk. “So...how is your evening going?” Chester asked nervously.

“It’s going well. Just been thinking about you all day.” Webby replied. That line made Chester blush much more. “Not like, in a weird way.” She added, wanting to assure Chester that she didn’t mean it the way it sounded. She was thinking about him, but not like that. She was just interested in how supportive he was of her and her family. From a distance, of course. And also how...handsome he looked in that jean jacket he wore when she saw him at Funso’s on her birthday. And how kind and considerate he must be, since he went out of his way to get her a new grappling hook as a birthday present. And just how loveable he looked when he had that big bright smile on his face at the fake funeral when he saw that Scrooge was actually alive.

“Okay, maybe a little weird.” Webby added, when she came back into reality to see that she had sped up her strokes and she didn’t even realize.

Chester didn’t know how to feel about the situation, he didn’t know whether to hold back his moans or not. They were soft in volume, but Webby could still hear them. Why was this so embarrassing to him? I mean, yes, he has wanted this for some time, but now that it’s actually happening…

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, how exactly does a...individual of your age know about...what you’re doing right now?” He asked, genuinely curious as to why - and how - Webby would know how to do stuff like this.

“Well, as I was saying a little bit ago, after I read through that book, I wanted to know about the activities that were being described in it. So, I went on your computer and looked it up. After looking it up online, I found some of the other tabs that were open, and I clicked on one and watched a video. It showed a woman doing this, and something where she was on top of the guy, moving her hips back and forth while the guy’s...penis, that’s what it was called,” Webby replied, trailing off as she forgot what the body part she was rubbing was called. And then she remembered. “was going in and out of her...ugh, what was it...oh, vagina.” Webby added. She had a bit of trouble remembering what the names were at first, but they eventually came back to her.

“Oh, that’s why that video was playing.” Chester said in realization. “Also, a couple other names for it would be ‘cock’ and ‘dick’. And another name for the vagina, the hole between your legs, is ‘pussy’. Just to let you know.” Chester said, letting her know about the more explicit names for their personal areas. “Wait, why did I feel the need to say that?” He thought to himself, confused as to why he felt the need to share that information.

“Oh, okay.” Webby said, understanding the new names she learned for these parts. “So anyway, after looking up what it was, and watching a video of how it was done, I kind of wanted to try this with someone. And, well…” Webby said, going back to what she was originally saying, and then trailing off again as she looked up at Chester for a brief moment, looking into his eyes, and then bringing her focus back to his penis.

“Well, I guess that would make sense. But, don’t you have a girlfriend?” Chester asked, referring to Lena. “I’m not saying I don’t want you here. I’m just asking, why did you not think to try it with her?” He added, curious as to why that wasn’t the case.

“Lena? Well, she’s out of town today. And, she’s not my girlfriend. I do have feelings for her, but a couple weeks ago, I...might have told her I wanted to be more than friends with her. And then she politely friendzoned me. She said that while she did feel the same way about me, she didn’t want to start a relationship with me because she was 3 years older than me. So…” Webby replied, recalling that day when she admitted her feelings for Lena, and wanted to build a relationship with her, but Lena politely declined. Webby then gave a short chuckle. “It’s kinda funny. How, my best friend who’s 15 turned down my affections because I’m 12, but now I’m getting intimate with someone who’s a big fan of me, who’s like...20, or something?” She said, not laughing, but humoring the current scenario. She didn’t find it funny, she just wanted to make light of it.

“Yeah...that’s painfully ironic.” Chester said as he looked off in a random direction. He kept looking in random directions because he felt awkward looking down and seeing Webby jerking him off. 

Webby didn’t notice Chester trying not to look at her because she was too focused on playing with his erection. “So, back to what I was saying, I was still watching the video but then I heard the front door open, so I hid under your bed. I was gonna try to escape when I found the best opportunity, but then I heard what you said about me. And I quote, ‘Seeing a young girl...no...a young woman as enthusiastic, optimistic, confident, eager, wild, and warm-hearted as she is, for some reason, makes me believe that there is good in this world.’” Webby said, continuing from where she was, blushing after she finished her sentence. She still felt so honored by what he said.

“Oh...you heard that?” He asked, blushing a bit as she repeated what he said earlier.

“Yeah. That was really sweet of you, by the way. I didn’t know you thought so highly of me.” Webby replied, taking her eye contact off of his crotch and looking up at his face, still blushing. “Well, I mean, I knew you were a fan of my family, but I didn’t know you thought of me like that.” She added, wanting to clarify what she meant.

“Well, you’re really incredible.” Chester said honestly, as he couldn’t help but look down at her and stare into her eyes, as she stared into his.

“Thank you.” Webby said, blushing a little more. “So, after hearing what you had said, I figured that you might be the right one to try out the activity with. So after that, was when you saw me under the bed. And after that, was when I told you that I came here to see you. And after that, was when you and I kissed in your bed. And after that, was...well, this conversation.” Webby continued, not noticing that she sped up her strokes while she was talking.

“Well, normally I’d tell someone of your age...well, age group, that they can’t study something of the sort because they’re too young. But I could understand why you, being the curious and smart one that you are, would want to study something like that.” Chester said, holding back his moans so he could get his words out. “But, I’m just wanting to ask. Why pick me?” Chester said, genuinely curious as to why Webby would want to experiment with such activities with him.

“Well, because you’re a big fan of me, you seem like a really nice guy, you’ve got a very well-maintained ‘dick’, as you called it, and you seem like you’ve wanted to do this with me for a long time.” Webby replied while she kept stroking Chester’s penis, her strokes occasionally increasing in speed.

“Heh, yeah, I guess those are good reasons.” Chester said, blushing and scratching the back of his head again, after hearing Webby say the word ‘dick’. “By the way, regarding those words, dick, cock, and pussy, you might want to refrain from saying those words around anybody else. Especially around your family. Only because they might be offended by those words.” Chester said, letting her know not to say those words around anyone else.

“Oh, okay. Understood.” Webby said, assuring him that she won’t say such words. “So...have you wanted to do this with me?” She asked.

“Umm...well, that is to say...well, I’d be lying if I said no. Because I think the journals over there kinda gave it away already.” Chester said honestly. “I’ve thought about it for some time. ‘Some time’ being around...the past 2 years, I’d say. But of course, I knew it would never happen. Because, why would Webby Vanderquack, the Webby Vanderquack, want to have sex with me?” Chester continued, nervously, as he scratched the back of his head again. “I’m not saying I don’t want to have...well, I want to, but...oh, man.” He added, as he brought his hand up and placed it over his eyes, covering the upper half of his face in shame. Good Lark in the sky, he was embarrassed.

Webby then noticed something starting to form from the tip of Chester’s cock. It was a white translucent liquid, and it looked somewhat thin in volume. It formed from his urethra in small amounts and spilled onto Webby’s hand, while she was jerking his cock off. The small streams of the liquid went between Webby’s hand and Chester’s cock, as her jerking hand slathered the thin liquid along his cock, acting as a lubricant for her strokes. She then realized that this must be the ‘pre-cum’ that she read about a little while ago. She was curious and wanted to bring her tongue close to the tip of the cock, wanting to taste this pre-cum, which was still streaming out slowly. But, she hesitated after looking up and seeing Chester’s embarrassed expression. She didn’t want him to feel so awkward about this. Understandably, he would feel this way, of course, but still.

“He looks so nervous. What could I do to help him?” Webby thought to herself while she kept stroking his dick. She contemplated, trying to think of a solution to help him feel more comfortable with the situation. And then an idea came to her. “Could you get back onto the bed, please?” Webby asked politely, after she made up her mind.

“Alright.” Chester replied, as Webby removed her hand from his cock. He then crawled onto the bed and stood on his knees.

“Now that I’ve seen yours, allow me to show you mine.” Webby said, as she stood in front of Chester. She then brought her hands down to her skirt, and innocently lifted the front of it, revealing not only that she wasn’t wearing underwear, - which was normal for her and the triplets, somehow - but then she brought her left hand down, and used two of her fingers to spread apart a plumage of feathers which concealed only one thing: her vagina. 

Chester looked at it, and couldn’t stop looking. He was undoubtedly mesmerized by the sight of her pure virginal pussy. “I-I’m sorry that I’m looking at it so much. I just...I can’t take my eyes off of it.” Chester said, slightly ashamed of himself, but unable to pull his eye contact away from Webby’s pussy. Something about it seemed so fascinating to look at. He had seen many vaginas before, on the porn sites on his computer, but to see one in real life, let alone to see Webby’s vagina…

Webby just smiled and blushed, at the sight of her fan admiring her pussy. “Yeah, I bet you’re excited. Seeing my vagina for the first time. Does it look like how you imagined?” She asked, still holding up the front of her skirt.

“Well, kinda. I always pictured it as shaven, or featherless around the area, like most females. Granted, those females in question are pornstars, but still, I didn’t think you would’ve had feathers around...what?” Chester replied, and then trailed off, confused at why that was his response. “Oh, fuck, I just said that. To you.” He said in embarrassment, as he brought his hand up to his forehead and held it there, as though he had a headache. He doesn’t. He was just doing that because he was ashamed of himself.

“...Fuck? What is-“ Webby asked before Chester interjected.

“Another bad word. It’s another word to describe sexual intimacy. Don’t say it in public or around family or other people, you get the idea.” Chester said a bit quickly, still cringing at what he said a moment ago.

“Ah, okay.” Webby said. “Are the feathers gonna be a problem?” She asked timidly.

Chester finally took his hand off of his forehead after hearing her question. “No, not at all.” He replied honestly. “Actually...it’s kinda cute.” He added, smiling a bit.

Webby blushed again after hearing that. “Aww, thanks.” She said while grinning. “Would you like to touch it?” She asked politely.

“Uh...sure…” Chester replied, still mesmerized by her vagina. He brought his hand up and gently petted the folds of her pussy, rubbing them softly at a slow pace.

Webby moaned softly as she felt Chester pet her pussy lips with a delicate touch. “Ooh...that feels nice.” She said while moaning at a soft volume.

“I’m only touching it like this because...this pure and beautiful creation in front of me is too precious to touch haphazardly.” Chester said while he kept rubbing Webby’s pussy gently.

“That’s an...interesting way to describe my pussy.” Webby said, a little unsure of how to respond to what he said.

“...I meant you, actually.” Chester said, tearing his gaze away from her vagina to look up into her eyes, giving a shy grin while blushing a bit.

“Alright, I appreciate the poetry, but maybe take it down a notch, William Shakesparrow.” Webby said, flattered by what he said, but wanting to stay focused on the matter at hand. “Anyway, I think now might be a good time to get started. Don’t you?” She asked.

“Get started on what?” Chester asked, genuinely not knowing what she meant by that. Although he had a very faint idea in the back of his mind.

“Oh, I think you know.” Webby replied with a sly grin as she took off her pink shirt entirely, and then lowered her skirt down to her ankles, and set her clothes aside. She then laid on her back with her legs spread, revealing her pussy to him.

Chester then put two and two together and realized what she was talking about. “Ohh...you mean…” He said, trailing off as he shamelessly stared at her completely naked body while she laid where she was. “Alright, then. Let’s do it.” He said hesitantly, as he knee walked to where she was laying. He blushed immensely at the sight of her laying on her back, her pearl-white, feathery body exposed for his viewing pleasure, while she stared up at him with half-lidded eyes as she bit her lower lip in anticipation. What she was about to experience may be painful, - as far as she knows - but if it helps with Chester’s nervous feelings, then she’s willing to bear the pain.

As Chester positioned himself in what looked similar to a push-up, leaning forward and placing his hands on the areas of the bed which were next to the sides of Webby’s head, so his upper body was supported, he aligned his cock with the entrance of Webby’s pussy, ready to insert himself. He looked at her for a look of approval, and she gave him a nod. With that, he gently pressed the tip of his cock into her vagina. His eyes clenched close from the sensation and he gave a breathy moan, and then he pushed the rest of his cock inward until he was all the way inside her. His head tilted back as he moaned at the amazing feeling of his cock inside her pussy. Finally inside her pussy.

While his eyes were clenched close, in his state of euphoria, his vision warped into a vortex of swirling colors, his mind flooded with many thoughts of pleasure, anxiety, timidity, so many feelings all at once, but pleasure was the one that spoke to him the most. He felt as though during his moment of enrapture from losing his virginity that time slowed down. And it might’ve. When his eyes opened and refocused, he felt like 10 minutes went by, but in reality, it was 10 seconds. He didn’t thrust or move his hips at all during this, but the blissful feeling of his cock deep inside someone’s pussy for the first time was definitely something to savor. Although, when he looked down and saw Webby’s face, wincing, a tear shedding from her eye while her hands were pressing the crotch area above her pussy, trying to get used to the feeling of having a dick inside her for the first time...it’s safe to say that she might not feel the same way. She did anticipate that this would hurt, but it still caught her by surprise.

It’s then that Chester has the realization that, of course, Webby is a virgin. Well, not anymore, currently. But, of course she would be in pain from this. If he had taken into account that she was a virgin, he would’ve gone about this more gently. He’s immediately overcome with horror at what he had done, freaking out again. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! Are you okay?!” He asked her, scared that he might’ve actually hurt her. “Sh-should I pull out?! I think I should pull out. ...I’m gonna pull out!” He said, about to pull his dick out of her and forget that this ever happened. He felt terrible about this, that he didn’t think carefully enough to take her virginity into account, that he wasn’t gentle enough about inserting into her. But then Webby brought one hand up to his chest, signaling him to stop. He stopped just as he was halfway out of her.

“Wait. I’m okay...I’m okay.” Webby said while taking deep breaths. “It hurt for a moment, but I’m okay now. I’ll be fine if we just take it easy.” Webby said in an assuring tone. 

“Are you sure? You really don’t mind?” Chester asked, wanting to make sure. 

“Yes, I’m sure!” She replied, giving a small laugh. She admired his concern for her, but then as her laughter ceased, she felt the need to ask this. “Why do you feel so nervous about this? I thought you wanted to do this with me.” She asked calmly with a raised eyebrow, still confused about his anxiety toward all of this.

“Yes, I have. I’ve always wanted to do this with you.” Chester replied honestly. “It’s just that...now that I’m getting the chance to do this, I just...I don’t wanna do something wrong. What if I screw this up? What if I’m not good at this? What if I embarrass myself in front of the girl that I’ve always wanted to make happy? What if...what if I hurt you like I did just now?” He said, still pretty nervous, but allowing himself to admit his feelings. “I don’t want to do something wrong and ruin this. For you.” He added downheartedly. He didn’t give a damn how he felt in this situation, he was more concerned for her.

Webby then moved her hand up from his chest and then caressed the side of his face again, in a comforting manner. “I don’t think you would.” She said with a kind grin. “Look, don’t worry about being perfect. I just want you to have fun with this. With...me.” She continued with a gentle tone.

As her kind words reached Chester’s ears, he couldn’t help but smile a bit, feeling better. He then began thrusting at a slow pace, pulling his cock out of her until only the tip remained inside, and then pressing it all the way back in. Webby’s arms were curved up and her hands idly laying beside her head, her fingers curled up, as if she was clawing at something.

While in this position, she looked into his eyes, and he looked into hers as well. “Does it hurt? At all?” Chester asked, wanting to know if she’s doing okay.

“No, it doesn’t hurt anymore. But if it does, I’ll let you know.” Webby replied, trying her best to suppress her moans, but a soft moan managed to escape her beak while she responded to him.

“Okay.” Chester said, nodding a bit as he kept going.

“But...you can speed up if you want to.” She politely suggested. Chester was uncertain, but eventually, he sped up his thrusts a bit more.

They continued for about 2 minutes, as Chester gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, until reaching a perfect velocity. The soft whimpers of pain from Webby eventually evolved into soft moans of pleasure. Needless to say, Chester wasn’t entirely comfortable with hearing either one. It was a strange experience, hearing Webby moan for the first time. Not something unwanted or unpredicted, but definitely a sound he didn’t think he would hear Webby make. Ever. Especially not if he was the one making love to her.

After another minute, Chester decided to chat with her a little more. Because despite both of them moaning, the room still felt silent. “How does it feel?” He asked while panting a bit.

“It feels pretty good, to be honest.” Webby replied, as her hands shifted over to the sides of her face, her fingers softly combing through her hair as she bit her lip again.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Chester said, while blushing as he saw her expression. After that, he didn’t know what to say.

Another minute of silence went by, aside from the both of them moaning. As it progressed, they couldn’t help but stare into each other’s eyes. And what he saw within them left him awestruck. When her eyes were sparkling as she looked up into his eyes, he could see everything he imagined and wrote in his book: an entire solar system and even more within those twinkling eyes of hers. Coincidentally, when Webby looked up into his eyes, she could see a slight twinkle in his eyes. Both of them were feeling a new kind of joy in this moment, moaning a little more loudly as Chester sped up his thrusts, and then he noticed a strange but familiar feeling building throughout his crotch. He knew very well how it felt to ejaculate, but this was the first time he would cum inside anybody. His cock twitched repetitively in Webby’s pussy as his hands gripped at the bed to stabilize himself, while he kept thrusting, his speed gradually increasing, as his hips went faster and faster to the point where it felt like he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to. He felt as though his moans weren’t in control either, as they gradually crescendoed, expressing his ever amassing satisfaction in the here and now.

Webby felt a similar feeling that was unfamiliar to her, since this was her first time. In her vision, she could actually see outer space, and all its glistening stars and comets and planets. But suddenly, in her increasing pleasure, they all began twirling around, the comets rushing and spinning, the stars and planets dancing before her eyes, and then the planets began exploding into sparkling pastiches of bright hues, until it dawned on her. She was seeing fireworks, the electric sparks and bolts of vividly explosive colors clouding her vision as her bliss in the moment became greater. Meanwhile, in reality, her moans increased in volume in the same way that Chester’s did, and her hands moved from where they were, aimlessly swinging about until she placed them beside Chester’s hands on the bed and gripped at the sheets similarly.

Chester couldn’t help but stare at Webby’s face while she moaned and panted from the feeling of his fast thrusting. He couldn’t stop himself from what he was about to do. His limbs and face acted in their own accord, as he lowered himself to Webby’s face, and planted his beak onto hers, the two of them kissing lustfully while he thrusted as fast as he could, the euphoric feeling increasing until he was at the tip of the edge, almost over it.

Webby lifted her hands from the bed and wrapped them around Chester, hugging him tightly while she and him kissed, both of them moaning intensely into each other’s beaks as Chester kept thrusting, both of them closer and closer, until they both set off. Chester gave one last thrust as he pressed his cock deep into Webby’s pussy, forcing it all the way in as his climax happened. He felt his thick warm cum gush out of his penis in multiple thick, forceful surges. During this, his body felt lightweight, while his heart pounded like a drum. The toes on his webbed feet stretched out all the way, while he reciprocated Webby’s hug, holding her close to him tightly, as their beaks parted and they both moaned uncontrollably from how much of his cum he was releasing into Webby’s pussy.

At the same time, Webby’s entire body trembled as she had her very first orgasm, hugging Chester tightly while her girlcum squirted all over his cock. The feeling was new to her, but it felt so wonderful. The feeling of her pussy juices spraying in rhythm with her pulse, while she felt Chester’s seed flowing into her womb.

They both just laid where they were until their climaxes ceased after about 15 seconds, with Chester laying on top of Webby while they both kept hugging, their grip loosening into a more gentle hug. They were both panting, catching their breath, Webby being breathless from having her vagina deflowered and filled, while Chester...he was in heaven. The fact that he got to lose his virginity, and not only that, to lose his virginity with the one and only Webby Vanderquack...he was perfectly satisfied.

Now, regarding how Webby felt in the afterglow, some part of her felt a sense of delectation from her first experience with sex, while a contrasting feeling of discomposure emerged from the fact that she had her first experience with sex...with an adult. Aside from that, she still felt satisfied that it went well. Especially when they began cuddling for a bit, as Chester rolled off of her, laying next to her. They both looked into each other's eyes once again and shared another kiss, while Chester hugged her in a gentle but loving embrace.

After that, Chester pulled his flaccid cock out of her pussy, and his semen spilled out of her, staining the comforter beneath them. Not that either of them cared. Webby unsteadily strolled to Chester’s bathroom and got in the shower so she could wash out some of the excess cum, and wash off the smell of sex. During which, Chester put his t-shirt back on. And then taking the cum-stained bed cover off of his bed and into the laundry room, which was situated to the left of the front door when you enter the house. As he put his comforter into the washing machine, he walked into the kitchen to grab a microfiber wash rag, soaking it with lukewarm water from the kitchen faucet, and then squeezing it out so that it wasn’t so wet that it would leave a water trail from the kitchen to his bedroom, but enough that it was still damp. He then took his wash rag and went back to his bedroom and just sat on the edge. While he sat there, using the rag to wipe his own sperm off of his crotch and his flaccid cock, he just felt a tad uneasy from the fact that he took Webby’s virginity. He didn't know why he felt uneasy, however. He always wanted to have sex with her. But...now that he finally did, he wasn't sure why, but he felt very conscious about what might happen next. Was Webby gonna walk out of there and say that she had fun? Was she gonna be upset and talk to her family about what he did to her? Was she gonna feel violated and report him to the authorities? He wasn't certain.

Just then, Webby came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest and draping to her knees, as she walked over to where she placed her clothes and picked them up off of the floor. Chester quickly covered his crotch with the cum-stained rag, holding it in front of his crotch, not so close as to let the cum touch his cock, but so that it worked as a privacy leaf. Webby didn’t notice this however, as she was more focused on getting her clothes. And then walked back into the bathroom and closed the door so she could redress. Chester took this opportunity to put his boxers and his jeans back on, now that his crotch was thoroughly cleaned. After a minute, Webby came out, fully dressed, her hair still a little wet, as she walked up to where he was standing.

“Well...honestly, I had fun tonight.” Webby said politely while giving him a shy grin.

Chester internally breathed a sigh of relief, as he grinned back at her. “Heh...I’m glad you had fun, Webby.” He said timidly, as he sat down on his bed.

Webby then hopped up onto his bed and gave him a brief hug before she grabbed her phone and noticed the time. It had been almost an hour since she left the manor. “Shoot, I gotta get back home before my family gets worried.” Webby said as she got off of his bed.

“Alright. Well, uhh...goodbye.” Chester said as he waved at her.

Webby looked back as she was in the doorway, and waved back at him. “Goodbye! I'll visit you again when I can!” She said with a kind smile as she walked out of the doorway, out his front door, and back to the manor.

Chester contemplated on saying ‘I love you’ to her before she left, but he couldn’t muster up the courage to say it. And by the time she went out the door, it was too late.

Thankfully, Webby’s wet hair managed to dry before she got back to the mansion, to save from any suspicion. Although, before she made her way back to the manor, she made a quick stop in a supermarket while she was passing through the city, and then when she came back to the manor, she placed the small item she purchased in her pocket so it would be out of sight of her family members. Once she came in and reconvened with the family, she told them about her visit with him.

“So, what’s he like, lass?” Scrooge asked, as he sat next to Webby on the couch, while said couch was surrounded by the rest of her family.

“Well, his name is Chester, he’s very kind and polite, not to mention pretty shy, - as I could tell from the first little bit of our encounter - he’s a great guitar player, and-“ Webby replied, recalling her meet up with Chester, before a couple members of her family interrupted.

“Wait, back up, did you say guitar?” Dewey asked, his excitement building as he secretly imagined this faceless individual - because he hadn’t met Chester yet - playing a shredding guitar solo on a guitar made of pure sapphire.

“More importantly, did you say his name was...Chester?” Scrooge asked, a tad concerned as to why this fan in question had the name of his made-up thief that supposedly stole his 87¢.

“Yes, but he assured me that he is in no way related to that Chester.” Webby replied to Scrooge. “And yes, Dewey. You should’ve heard him playing. He did this one thing in his solo where...I don’t even know how to describe it, but it sounded amazing!” She exclaimed to Dewey, giddily remembering that one part of his freestyle soloing when he did some whammy glissando. “He had a couple posters on his wall as well. Two guitarists, one named Stevie Ray...Swaug han? And another one by the name of Eric Flapton.” She continued at a normal volume, having trouble pronouncing the first guitarist’s last name.

“Eric Flapton?!” Della and Donald exclaimed excitedly in unison. They had a passionate affinity for Eric’s music and his guitar playing. They both vividly remembered the concert Scrooge took them too, the two of them air guitaring to Layla, while Scrooge just stood patiently, waiting for the concert to end so he could go home. He wasn’t much of a fan of Eric Flapton’s hard-hitting songs, and rather preferred his more soft sounding music, like Wonderful Tonight. Which, coincidentally, was the song Della and Donald started playing while explaining Eric Flapton to Webby. “He was one of the best rock musicians from the 60s and 70s!” Donald said with a glad smile on his face. “And he still is!” Della said, agreeing with Donald. “Also, this isn’t an example of his rock music. A good example for his more...energetic stuff,” She continued, having trouble finding a word to describe his faster paced music, but eventually finding a good way to describe it. “would be songs like Layla and Cocai-...wait, no...I Shot The-no, not that either...OH, Lay Down Sally.” She continued, struggling the first couple times to find a secondary example that was child-friendly. Donald just stared at her for a moment, and then went back to Webby. “Anyway, this is some of his more soft music. This song is Scrooge’s favorite, and mine as well. Next to Cocaine, of course.” He said, and then he quickly placed his hand over his beak and clamped it shut, his eyes wide as he realized what he just said. Della just gave him a judgmental look. “Like sister, like brother.” She said, while internally trying to keep herself from bursting out laughing.

Meanwhile, Webby just listened to the song, enjoying the sound of Eric’s gentle guitar playing and his singing. After she told the rest of the family about her meet up with him, - while withholding the information that she also lost her virginity - she went upstairs, got ready for bed, and then went to bed and got some sleep, allowing her eyes to slowly fall until they were completely closed, and then drifting off to sleep.
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End Of Chapter 1.