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Just Magica! Just Magica! Just Just Magica! [magica x donald]

There were so many possible factors to this outcome that it was truly difficult to tell which one was right - or if they were all right at once.

That years of captivity in the dime had taken away the last bits of Magica's humanity.
That someone loving her, even under a false love, was something she'd never had before.
That the spell she used to finally defeat Scrooge cost her sanity.

But in the end, did it matter? Now Duckberg was under the rule of a madwoman, and her reach was beginning to spread. Scrooge and his nephews had managed to escape, if only thanks to Donald's intervention, and he was now paying the ultimate price. The once proud mansion owned by the McDuck family was now a terrifying castle like those of old, and no one could trust their own shadow. Every raven was a spy, every night lasting longer than the one before. No one knew how to remain safe. But even if they were told, they might not believe it.

Because now, instead of revenge, Magica only wanted one thing - and anything that was a threat to it would suffer.

Like, say, ex-girlfriends.

Magica sat upon her golden throne, made out of Scrooge's treasures, conjuring up a spell to search the globe. Once she'd find these silly, stupid women who didn't know a good thing when they had it, she'd get rid of them. One couldn't run the risk of Donald still loving these wretched harpies. No matter where they were, she'd find them, surely she would, and then she'd bring them here, and then she'd take care of them right in front of Donald.

Then he'd see. Then he'd understand, understand how much she loved him, and how if he knew what was good for the world, he'd never love anyone but her.

She cackled deliriously, waving her hand to get a closer look at countries and continents. "Thought you could hide? Not for long..."

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"Yes, Mistress."

As he continued down the hallway, he paused by one of the doors, reading the name of what was kept inside. Then, hesitating just a moment, he slowly opened the door.

Inside the room was what looked like a golden statue, hidden behind the glass of a display case on a pedestal. The statue, despite being gold, looked unremarkable by itself.

But as Donald stared at it, he felt another lump forming in his throat.

"Oooh, what an excellent choice!" Magica cackled, even clapping a few times. "And it's so hideous, the world's probably better off with it gone. Honestly, I'll never understand Scrooge's taste."

But of course Donald couldn't smash it with his bare hands - which is why, next time he looks around, he'll see her holding out a large, thick ax. "Here you are, darling. Unless you'd prefer a different weapon? I'd just hate to see you hurt yourself." That was her job.

"Sometimes Uncle Scrooge keeps things for their sentimental value, no matter what it looks like."

He glanced at her, then eyed the ax. "...Actually, I think a mallet might be easier."

Magica's eyes nearly glitter at the suggestion. It was very likely she was going to get off more from seeing this than any of their previous petting.

"As you wish, Donald." Black shadows overtook the ax, transforming it into a big, menacing mallet.

"Thank you." Taking the mallet, he grips it tightly in both hands as he turns to the golden statue.

There was just a moment of hesitation, his own memories of the statue flooding back to him. This treasure was from the very first - and possibly only - adventure that he and Scrooge had gone on together. It hadn't been easy without Della, because the two of them had argued a lot more. But they had still managed to come back triumphant with the idol.

To be honest, he hadn't realized Scrooge had kept it. But after all this...if things were to go back to normal...Scrooge probably would never want to see it again.

His eyes narrowing, he raised the mallet and swung hard, shattering the display case and sending the statue into the opposite wall.

The moment Donald set to work, Magica let out the loudest, wickedest cackle she had ever made in her entire life. This - this was pure, unfathomable pleasure! The desire to hurt Scrooge still stayed in her black heart, and now it was mixed in with her obsession with Donald, creating an unholy mixture.

"How beautiful!" She squealed, watching as the pieces fell. "Scrooge's own hard-earned glory, destroyed by his own flesh and blood! I almost wish he was here to see this... his past, ruined by his future! All for my happiness! Because Donald chose me over you!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!"

He wasn't quite done yet, as he brought the hammer down on the pieces of the idol.

To be honest, he wasn't really doing this for her. But all the anger and frustration he had been feeling before had bubbled back to the surface, lighting the fire in him even for just a brief moment.

Because he knew...He knew that even if the world was to be fixed, his uncle would never take him back. Not after the part he played in all of this. And the boys would be ashamed of him, would likely hate him too.

But what made him angriest was his own self-loathing...because he knew he deserved it.

With one last swing, he tossed the mallet into the pedestal, sending both crashing into the back wall. Standing in the middle of the room, he took heavy breaths, just taking a moment to hold on to that fire.

It was all he had left.

Magica continued to cackle, enjoying every smash, every thrust, every swing, almost drooling in glee. Maybe she could have Donald destroy all the other pieces of Scrooge's treasure... gods, she might just pass out from such a wonderful image.

Even when Donald had tossed away the mallet, the deed done, her body was overloading. Suddenly, she threw herself at him, grabbing him by arm and forcing a hard, passionate kiss onto him. Her body trembled, close to dripping with desire.

Surprised at first, he then wrapped his arms around her, returning the kiss. The force behind his was more desperation, though, needing just to feel something right now, even if it was terrible.

Maybe he just needed to know that someone would still love him, in the end.

One leg hugged his waist, her hips all but grinding up into him. Her hands found his cheeks, pulling him in as close as possible, a need to devour him whole. Finally, she broke the kiss, more out of a need to breathe. She collapsed against him, breathing heavily, her arms around his neck.

"Oh,Donald." She moaned, capable of little more than that.

He tightened his hold on her, shivering as he presses his body desperately against her. When the kiss broke he took shaky breaths, one hand resting on the back of her head as his other arm wrapped around her waist.

He didn't say anything, only tightening his grip on her and hoping it would seem affectionate. But the guilt and disgust he felt with himself mixed with...something more, something that he was really afraid to voice.

Something that, if they did start, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop.

After she managed to catch her breath, she looked up at him, licking her lips. "How could I have ever doubted your loyalty? I could watch you do that all day... and it's really tempting way to kill time." A little giggle, meaning she was kidding. Supposedly. "But I have a much... better idea."

Another snap of her fingers - they could have easily walked back to the mansion, and teleportation did use a great deal of energy, but she felt it was worth it. Especially for what was to come.

Scrooge's bedroom was gone, replaced with Magica's choice colors, haunted mirrors, a fireplace with green fire, and so on and so forth. It was the perfect lair for an evil sorceress. She sighed, the energy for that spell taking a small bit of fire out of her - but one that could be easily reignited. She pushed away to sit on the bed, running a hand through her hair. "I do hope you aren't too worn out for anything else, darling."

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The teleportation left him a little dizzy, but when his head cleared and he got a better look around, he felt his mouth go dry.

He had been wrong before; this is what he had been afraid of. Even when she had been using her Abby disguise, they had never gone quite so far. Certainly they had fooled around (which, even looking back, didn't bother him as much as it probably should have), but nothing quite this...extreme.

And if they did this...there would definitely be no turning back. Not for him. If he went through with this, no one would ever want him again.

Magica certainly wasn't showing any hesitation. She undid the clasp of her cape, letting it fall to the floor, and then began to peel off her sleeves. One arm was bare when she realized Donald had yet to move. Was he, perhaps, too stunned by her radiance? How adorable.

"Don't keep me waiting too long." What would have normally been a frightening order was now a purring taunt. "I've already had to restrain myself so much... and I don't think I can hold back much longer." She pulled the second sleeve off with her teeth, anticipating.

His eyes widened slightly, the action sending something...hot twisting inside of him. It was rather amazing how she could get such a rise from him.

As such, he was barely aware that he was even moving until he was on the bed, his hands lightly running down her body as he eased her to lie down.]

She went down easily, making a little squeal of delight as he crawled on top of her. Finally, she could unleash everything that had been inside her since he'd denied her that first kiss.

Her hands ran up his chest before settling around his neck, kissing him deeply, not even giving him a moment to relax before she slid her tongue into his mouth.

He gives a slightly surprised sound, but returns in kind as his tongue moves with hers, sending another shiver through his body. His hands rest on either side of her body, letting him carefully lower himself onto her.

It lets him debate with himself; his mind was still conflicted about this...what he was about to do with his family's old enemy. But his body...oh, how little his body cared.

Magica's tongue danced with Donald's, before becoming vicious and thirsty. How any other girls had he laid with? How many had he kissed, touched? If he wouldn't allow her to destroy those memories, then she needed to reclaim all of him. Make her stand out above everyone and everything else.

With that need to conquer, one of her legs came up to hug his waist, driving him into her.

His breath hitched, the touch of their bodies sending a jolt through him. He moaned, muffled against her lips, as his body started rocking against hers, even as his mind still screamed at him.

Her hips rocked in time with his, creating a rhythm between them. She pulled back her lips, just enough to playfully lick his cheek, before whispering in his ear.

"Take off my dress." Not so much a harsh command, but an alluring suggestion.

He shivered, feeling another spike of heat ripple through his body at those words. Still for a moment he hesitates, his mind still trying to talk some sense into him.

But then his hands started to move before he could stop them, moving down her body and toying with the hem of her dress. The his hands slipped underneath the dark fabric, his fingers trailing along her body as he pushed the dress up.

Magica let out a pleased purr, laying on the bed and allowing Donald to do most of the work. Let him explore, let him discover, all while she enjoyed his soft touch. She moved when she had to, no need to tear the fabric even if she could fix it with a flick of the wrist, so he wouldn't grow frustrated.

All the while she kept her eyes on his face, enjoying the look of shock and lust mingling in those blues. If he ever dared to glance back, he'd see her licking her lips.

He did glance up, as he prepared to slip the dress the rest of the way off her body, and the intense look in her expression sent another shiver through his own body.

Soon the dress was over her head and tossed aside, and he swallowed past the lump in his throat as he looked down at her.

Despite everything...she was beautiful.

Oh yes, that was a nice face. She stroked his cheek, watching him take her all in. She traced his lips with her finger affectionately. "All yours, darling."

He could do whatever he wanted to her, if he had any mind left. If he had no ideas, no matter, she had plenty of her own. Like the hand that took his fingers and placed them on her breast.

He drew in another breath, even as his fingers automatically wrapped around the soft mound, as if it fit under his hand.

But he was definitely hesitating now. Not just because of the conflict of sleeping with his family’s enemy...but it had also been a really long time since he’d done anything like this with anyone.

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