Innocent Desires Written by SkyBCliffe 4/22/2022 Chapter 2: Blossoming As Webby slept in her bed, she began dreaming of Chester, dressed in a tuxedo and playing Eric Flapton’s ‘Wonderful Tonight’ on his guitar, while singing into the microphone, and then her dream changed, as she remembered, not just Chester’s kisses or that moaning face he made while he was thrusting deep inside her, but also those moments of intimacy. How tender and kind he was with each hug, and every touch. Outside of her dream, she smiled as she dreamed of Chester hugging her with a delicate grip. Something about those gentle hands of his just made her feel so safe. A few hours passed by, and soon it became morning. Webby was awoken by Huey to come downstairs and have breakfast. Because Scrooge announced the night before that they were headed on an adventure. After breakfast, they packed up their gear, charted their course, and took off in the Cloud Slayer. Although, before they left, Webby hid the item she purchased from the store in a safe place where no one else would find it. The entire family would be away from the manor for some time, so the house would be empty. So she didn’t have to worry about anyone finding it, but she hid it anyway just to be on the safe side. … 11 days passed by, and while the McDuck family was adventuring, - a rather long one, due to the plane’s crash being...more demolishing to the plane than the usual crash - Chester was in his home, sitting on his bed. He had attended his classes at college for 6 days - not including weekends - but then he isolated himself in his home. Why was that? Because ever since he lost his virginity with Webby, he had been in a state of disquietude. A nervous and uncomfortable feeling that had been looming over him for the past 11 days. Much like the aroma of Webby’s blue raspberry scented breath, which Chester still sensed in his house. It wasn’t a bad smell, by all means. It smelled amazing to him. But he didn’t know why the scent lingered in his home. Or maybe he was imagining it. Whatever the case may be, he couldn’t stop thinking about when he had sex with Webby. In fact, he couldn’t stop thinking about Webby, period. This feeling he was experiencing - regarding losing his virginity - wasn’t, by any means, one of regret. It was just a constant feeling of inquietude, a mental uneasiness that he just couldn’t get rid of, as he was left in this broken state of mind where he hadn’t smiled, hadn’t talked much, hadn’t played his guitar or left his house, aside from going to college. For the past 11 days, it was just wake up, have breakfast, attend his morning classes at Duckburg state, have lunch, attend his afternoon classes, go home, have dinner, take a shower, sit in bed, and then sleep. Well, until he isolated himself. Then it became: wake up, have breakfast, sit in bed, have lunch, sit in bed, have dinner, take a shower, sit in bed, and then sleep. No emotion on his face, except a face that was clearly hiding an overwhelming sense of stress, throughout the entire week and a half. He didn’t know why he felt this way. He wanted to have sex with Webby, and he finally got the chance to. But, now that he has...well, what does he do now? Like, come on, losing his virginity with Webby wasn’t all he wanted in life. Surely there was something else he could do. Maybe he could write a song on his guitar for Webby or something. ...Wait, what? Okay, scratch that. How about writing some new fantasies in his book-...n-no, nevermind that. Uhh...OOH, how about working on that history essay due next week? Yeah, that could take his mind off...you know who! But what to research...hey, maybe he could ask for some help from...Web… ...The WORLD WIDE WEB! Yeah, that’s totally what he meant to think! Now, let's think...we need a topic. Maybe Webby could suggest an idea...for... Oh, man. He seriously could not get Webby out of his mind. In fact, it’s the only thing he can think about. His mind was absolutely infested, tainted, flooded with thoughts of Webby, and the memories of losing his virginity with her. Her mellifluous voice was the only thing he could hear, her sickly sour-sweet blue raspberry breath permeated throughout his home, and was the only thing he could smell. The plush blanket that laid on his bed as his comforter could not compare to how Webby’s fluffy body felt pressed close to him. He couldn’t stop remembering how her small, soft hands felt when she caressed the sides of his face while she kissed him. Those shimmering eyes, her adorable smile, everything about her was the only thing that mattered to him. He couldn’t put his focus toward anything else, no matter how hard he tried. To put it simply, he was over-the-moon obsessed with her. His feelings for Webby were never this obsessive or intense. He had no idea why he was feeling them. So, it just didn’t make sense. Why did he feel so consumed about Webby, and yet, so...out of place? And on the topic of Webby, - which has been the topic for the last 11 fucking days; not that he was all that bothered by it, however - Webby said to him that she would visit him when she could. But it’s been 11 days. Was she creeped out by him? Did he give her an STD or something? ...Did something happen to her? Before he could answer these questions - full honesty, he couldn’t, because obviously he doesn’t know the answers - he heard a soft knock on his door. He was very hesitant to answer, but eventually, he walked up to the door, and opened it slowly, only to be met by...Webby. She stood there on his front porch, giving him a cute wave of her hand. Chester lifted his hand and waved as well. After a moment of silence, she spoke. “Hey, Chester.” She said in a friendly tone. Hearing that voice, seeing that cute smile, and that adorable face...fffuck...seeing her cute everything, suddenly Chester felt some of his anxiety disappear, as he gave a kind grin. “Is now a good time to hang out with you?” Webby asked politely. “Absolutely.” Chester said, the first word he had said since...a while. Chester invited Webby to come inside, and they went to his bedroom. They both sat down on his bed, and Webby began telling him about the adventure she recently went on with her family. For whatever reason, seeing Webby again after all that transpired less than two weeks ago made him feel calmer, and the distraught - and blue raspberry scented - atmosphere faltered away. “So we arrived in the deserted village of Plovercombe, an old town from the late 19th century. Where it was rumored that a man by the name of Ulrik Cranesby was making people go missing. Some claimed that he was an agent of the grim reaper, but the village guards didn’t have enough evidence to connect him to the disappearances. Until they searched his home and found a halberd, and its blade riddled with the faint smell of blood. The guards were about to arrest him, but Ulrik held his hand out to the ax, and then all of a sudden it flew around the room like a frisbee, and decapitated the three guards in the room. After that, people weren’t sure where he went. Most of them claim that he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.” Webby said, reciting the adventure in a theatrical manner, as if she were telling the story to an audience. Chester just listened to every word she said, glad that he and her were spending time with each other. “But when we came to the abandoned village and explored that house, we found a secret trapdoor. When we went in...we found him. Ulrik Cranesby. He had been down there for the past 130 years. How was he still alive? My best guess: immortality granted to him due to his position as an agent of the grim reaper.” Webby continued. “Well did you, Scrooge, and the others manage to defeat him, somehow?” Chester asked, curious. “Well, honestly...we didn’t. But, he ran off and left his ax behind once Huey turned into the Duke.” Webby replied. Chester just looked at her in confusion. “The...Duke?” He asked, befuddled. “Oh, there was one time when we were adventuring in Istanbird, and Huey…” Webby replied, having trouble explaining Huey’s secret form of rage - the Duke of Making A Mess - and how he unlocked it and mastered it, mostly because she didn’t entirely remember how he explained it to her on the plane ride from Istanbird back to Duckburg. “...You had to be there.” She said, giving a shrug. “Ah, okay.” Chester said, understandingly. “Also, I’m sorry that we took so long to get back.” Webby said apologetically. “We would’ve gotten back sooner, but Launchpad’s usual crash this time was...well, let’s just say it was the first time the plane was ever sliced in half.” She added, momentarily remembering her near-death encounter where she was almost decapitated. “That’s fine. I’m just glad you and your family are okay.” Chester said, now understanding why she was gone for so long. “Anyway, it’s been a while since...you know.” Webby said as she looked at Chester. Chester felt a little more uncomfortable when the event in question was brought up. “Y-Yeah. It has been. What about it?” He asked timidly. “Well, I can see you’re nervous, so I wanted to let you know that...after our ‘thing’, I had secretly purchased a pregnancy test from the store, saying it was for my older cousin Della. I got an odd look from the cashier, but he believed it. And when I got back from our adventure, I tried the test.” Webby replied calmly. Chester felt his anxiety rising by the nanosecond. “And I tested negative.” Webby said. “I’m not sure if it’s something to do with your sperm, or if I just can’t have ducklings. Or…not yet, at least.” She continued, unsure of the reason as to why the pregnancy test came up negative. “But either way, I just wanted to let you know that, just in case you were scared about me possibly being pregnant.” She added in an assuring tone. Chester admittedly felt a little better after hearing that. “Well, that’s good to hear.” He said in relief. “Although, to be honest, I really wouldn’t have been afraid if you were.” He said honestly. “...Really?” Webby asked, unsure of how to respond to that. “Yeah. It’s not the responsibility that I’m afraid of. It’s the fear of your family finding out.” Chester replied truthfully, and a bit nervously. “But really, if you did test positive, I wouldn’t be all that worried.” He added. Webby at least felt more comfortable knowing that if she were pregnant, she could trust him with being a good father. “Well...I’m glad to know that.” She said with a grin. After at least a minute of silence, Webby scooted closer to Chester. “Could you and I have some fun?” She asked politely. “I-If you don’t mind.” She added timidly. Despite what she had been craving for the past few days, she didn’t want to explicitly state that she wanted to make love with him. She only hoped that he would understand what she meant. Chester wasn’t sure what she meant at first, but then he realized. “Sure, I’d like to.” He replied, a little nervously. Both of them undressed themselves, - with Webby keeping her hair bow on, of course, - and Webby had Chester lay down on his back, as she straddled his waist and lifted her hips, and then lowered herself, pressing the tip of his cock into her pussy, and then going the rest of the way a little more slowly, until it was all the way in. Chester moaned as his cock was engulfed by the comforting warmth of her pussy, and she moaned as well from feeling his cock deep inside her. “Ahh...ever since our first sex, I’ve been wanting to do this position with you.” Webby said, moaning softly as she began moving her hips up and down, riding him at a slow speed. It progressed on for a few minutes, until Webby reached a fast speed, having acclimated well to riding a dick for the first time. She moaned in continuous pleasure until she stared down at Chester, and saw his nervous face, and her moans ceased as she felt concerned. To him, seeing Webby bouncing on his cock like that...it was something he had always wanted, but now that it was happening...well, you get the idea. Although, that wasn’t the only reason he felt anxiety-stricken. It was those feelings he had earlier, the mental discomfort that he just couldn’t get rid of. Somehow, someway, someone celestial must’ve given Webby that particular idea that that was the other reason why Chester seemed so distraught. Because, as if she read his mind, she said to him “Or...could the reason that you’re so anxious be related to...your crush on me?” Webby asked, slowing down her riding so she could speak clearly. “If you don’t mind me asking, were you nervous because I’ve been gone for so long? That I left you thinking that I hated what we did or that I didn’t feel the same way? That I walked out of this bedroom without reciprocating your feelings toward me?” She asked out of curiosity. Chester was reluctant to answer, but...he had to stop being hesitant and just be upfront. “Yes. It’s been eating at me for days.” He replied honestly. Now that Webby asked him those questions, he realized why he felt so obsessed with her. Why he couldn’t stop thinking about her after that day. He didn’t know how she truly felt after they both lost their virginities. “Well, honestly...I really did have fun when we did that stuff. It was a little painful at first, but after it stopped hurting, it felt great. But overall, I really enjoyed it.” Webby said truthfully, as she kept riding his cock, but at a slower pace. “Now, regarding your feelings toward me; full disclosure, it seemed a little strange to me. You, an adult, having an attraction toward me, a...well, I don’t think I need to say it. But, I still thought it was kind of cute. Especially that fantasy I came across when I first opened that book of yours. You and me in lotus position, hugging each other while you…’fucked’ me,” Webby continued, awkwardly using the word ‘fuck’ for the first time. “and what you said about my eyes. Describing them as an entire galaxy of stars and planets and comets, in all their colorful and glistening splendor.” She continued, grinning as she quoted his fantasy from the book. “I never even saw my own eyes that way whenever I looked in the mirror. And also, when we first met was the first time you had ever seen them. Did they really look like that to you, or was that just how you imagined them?” She asked, curious if her eyes actually looked that way to him. “That’s how I always imagined them. And also dreamed about. But, I never would’ve guessed that they actually were, until I looked into them myself. It was everything I pictured.” Chester replied truthfully, smiling as well. “Really? Well, thank you so much.” Webby said, blushing at the fact that her eyes really looked that way to him. “But, after we had our first sex, I guess it was during the past several days when I had these thoughts about when we did it, and also that I started having fantasies of my own, that I realized that I…” She hesitated. For all the right reasons. Because what she was about to admit would affect how this would turn out. She took a deep breath and admitted the truth. “...I kinda feel the same way.” Webby continued with an embarrassed grin as she admitted her feelings, while she stopped riding him entirely. She wasn’t lying. She actually did start having fantasies about him. It started with that dream she had about Chester playing Wonderful Tonight by Eric Flapton, and then during her adventure in Plovercombe with her family, she often daydreamed about him. Simple things like him playing guitar for her, playing dart war with her and Huey, Dewey, and Louie, just wholesome things like that. At night, however, she fantasized about him laying with her in bed, cuddling with her, kissing her, and of course...having sex with her. She didn’t seem to think that she might have an attraction toward him as well, despite having these kinds of fantasies, until one evening when during her fantasizing, her hand had shifted down to a certain area between her legs and began massaging it. Yep. She started masturbating. So, that, plus all the fantasies she was having about him, made her realize that she undoubtedly feels the same way about him. Chester didn’t feel uncomfortable at the moment, but he didn’t know how to take this in. That Webby just said in her own words that she felt the same way. “You...you do?” He asked timidly. “Yes. I do.” Webby replied with full honesty. Chester didn’t know what to say and he just laid there, nervously stammering and stuttering as he tried to comprehend that she just said that. To him. And then Webby lent out her hand to him, with a kind smile on her face. He lifted his hand and gently grabbed her hand, and then she guided him and he lifted his upper body until he was sitting up. Now that they were both at a perfect eye-contact level, Webby hugged him, wrapping both her arms and legs around him, and then whispered into his ear “I get that you’re shy, but really, you don’t need to feel embarrassed around me. I won’t judge you for anything. I promise.” in a kind, assuring tone. Chester felt a lot better and more relaxed after hearing her say that to him. There was something about Webby’s voice that he admired so much. He always felt joy whenever he heard her voice, hearing her talk and laugh, it just made him smile. And now was no different. Hearing her say in her own words that she liked him as well, that she wasn’t bothered by his admiration for her, hearing that made all of the uncomfortable feelings and anxieties plaguing his mind melt away like candle wax near a flame. Hearing her say all of that, especially while she was hugging him, he felt so much more calm, he felt at peace. He felt...happy. As he reciprocated her hug, holding her close to him in a lovely embrace, she went back to riding his still-erected cock at a fast pace, while they both moaned in pleasure. As it went on, a familiar feeling started building, as they were both gradually reaching their climaxes. This was different from their first time, because this feeling of elevating pleasure wasn’t clouded with apprehension or timorousness. Instead now that they were both less reticent about their feelings in the moment - and toward each other - and more comfortable with each other, they felt a passion between them that they never felt before. An affectionate bond intensifying between them as they held each other close with a tight grip, feeling connected as they went faster, their heartbeats synchronizing into a perfect unison, their blood temperatures rising to a feverish level where the skin underneath their feathers felt hot to the touch, as though the blazing fire of their sensuality was coursing through their veins. They had never felt more intimate, nor had they felt happier - until now. Though neither of them could find the words to verbally express their gratifying pleasure in the moment, neither of them had to. The symphonious mixture of both of their moans of enrapture flawlessly described how happy they both felt in the here and now. That they wouldn’t rather be anywhere else but here. Chester began thrusting his hips upward in time with her bounces. Although it was difficult, being that he was sitting upright with his legs stretched out, he tried his best to buck his hips, making sure he put in the effort as well. Webby bounced in synchronization to Chester’s thrusts, while they both moaned loudly from the intense pleasure they were experiencing, as they both felt closer to cumming. She hugged Chester more tightly, not wanting to let him go. The vigorous and ongoing collisions their hips made with each other as they fucked faster continued as they got closer and closer, until… They both came. Their heads tilted back, their eyes clasped close while orgasmic cries of ecstasy escaped their beaks, which were also giving open-mouth smiles from how happy they both felt, as they climaxed at the same time. As Webby came, her entire body felt weightless and warm, as if she were a kite aloft in the summer breeze, her entire body swaying in the haze of euphoria, similar to a kite in the wind. Chester felt the same way, as his cock throbbed in time with his climax, while his heart pounded at a fleeting speed from his and Webby’s fast motions, while it gradually paced to a slower beat, as they remained where they were. They kept hugging each other tightly as it went on, for a little longer than half a minute, compared to the first time they had sex. Once their climaxes died down, they both loosened their grip into a more tender hug, as they both looked into each other’s eyes, and kissed again. After both he and Webby washed off in the shower, - separately, mind you - and then redressed, they chatted some more, getting to know each other better. “So, while my mother isn’t one of the most important millionaires in Macaw, she’s still among the respected few, her being quite the businesswoman.” Chester said, telling Webby about his mother. “She even used to have a yacht made of pure gold. Until she had to sell it to somebody because of taxes.” He added. “Wait, a gold yacht?” Webby asked curiously, remembering when she and her family went to rescue Gladstone from Liu Hai, who had kept him prisoner in his casino. “Gladstone told me that after my family left Macaw and he stayed behind, that a woman sold him a yacht made of gold.” Webby said, recalling what Gladstone told her and the family when he returned from Macaw. “What? Really?” Chester asked, shocked. “Yeah.” Webby replied. Both of them felt pretty amazed that someone in Webby’s family met a member of Chester’s family before Chester and Webby ever met each other. After a bit of silence, Webby noticed Chester’s guitar resting on its stand in the corner of the room beside his dresser. “So, regarding your guitar. Did your mother get that for you?” She asked inquiringly. “Actually, it was a gift from my dad.” Chester replied, as he stood up from the edge of the bed and walked over to grab his guitar, and brought it over to Webby to show it to her. “While my mother was invested in...investments, my father had a love for instruments and music. He enjoyed being innovative with creating guitars, blending certain things from different guitars to create something interesting. He owned a little store of his own, Elrod Customs. He made this guitar for me a year ago, before he...well, before he was sent to prison for driving through a store while under the influence.” Chester said, a slightly distraught frown growing on his face as he brought up his father being taken to prison. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry.” Webby said as she scooted closer to him and gently hugged him, comforting him. After a moment, when she released him from the hug, she felt confused by a certain part of the sentence. “...Under the influence?” She asked, unsure of what that meant. “Of what?” She asked, confused. Chester contemplated telling her that his dad was drunk-driving, but he declined. “I shouldn’t tell you.” He replied, slightly shaking his head. “I’ve corrupted you enough as it is.” He said jokingly, somewhat ashamed of himself for telling her about his father being in prison, but also for exposing her to sex and taking her virginity. But unable to keep himself from chuckling. Webby took a moment to understand what he meant in his joke, and when she figured it out, she looked over at him to see him chuckling, at the fact that he was technically correct about his statement. He had corrupted her enough. But the ‘her’ in question was slightly offended by the ideology that she was ‘corrupted’. Still, she found his joke kinda funny. “Hey!” She exclaimed as she lightly punched him on the shoulder, both of them laughing at his dark joke. Chester felt better about the situation and felt the shame towards himself fade away, and he didn’t feel so distraught over his father. After the laughter died down, Webby then had another question. “If you don’t mind me asking, there was some kind of ‘special move’ you were doing on that guitar when I was under the bed when we met. Do you remember? It was some kind of…” Webby asked while imitating the whammy glissando passage he did by air guitaring and humming the melody he played. Not very well, sadly. Still, she hoped that he would remember the technique. Chester couldn’t help but laugh at Webby’s attempt at air guitaring. He didn’t laugh in a mean-spirited way. He just found it cute. After she was done, he began thinking. “Hmm…” Chester pondered, trying to remember the solo he played on that day. “...Oh, I remember now. It’s called whammy glissando.” He said, as he recalled the name of the technique. “Wha...w...whammy what?” She asked, very confused. “Whammy glissando. It’s a complicated technique, but it’s very fun. I’ll show you.” Chester said, as he got up and grabbed his amp cord, and plugged it into his guitar. He switched it on and began playing, showing her the technique while explaining it to her. Explaining the whammy bar, guitar bends, legato playing, and how it all tied together to create a technique that, to both him and Webby, sounded so beautiful. After some time, Webby noticed that she was with him for a little over an hour, and she had to get back to the mansion before her family freaked out. “I gotta leave. I had a lot of fun with you today. Maybe you could visit our house sometime. Maybe a sleepover, if it’s okay with my family.” Webby said as she gathered her things and got ready to head back. “I would love that.” Chester said with a grin. “Goodbye! See you later!” Webby said while waving as she headed for the door. “Goodbye!” Chester said while waving back to her. “I love you!” He said without thinking. Webby was about to turn the doorknob when he said that. She looked back at him and walked over to him. Chester realized what he had said and his face blushed brighter than he ever had before. Webby looked up at him and wordlessly asked him to kneel down. Chester went onto his knee, unsure of what she was about to do or say next. She then quickly wrapped her arms around Chester in a loving hug, while smiling. “I love you, too.” She said in a hushed voice. Chester smiled as well after hearing her say that. After the hug, Webby walked back over to the door, and before closing it, looked back at Chester and kindly waved. And Chester did the same, until the door closed. Webby then made her way back to the manor, while Chester stood back up and sat on his bed and watched some TV, feeling much better than he had felt earlier. A smile across his beak as those words echoed in his mind. “I love you, too.” ————————————————————— End Of Chapter 2.