The Cartoon Network ran a Scooby Doo marathon over the weekend and it inspired me to start a Scooby Doo story that I've been thinking about for a long time. Here's the first chapter, enjoy and let me know what you think.
Scooby Doo: Between the Scenes
“Well, gang, it looks like we have a new mystery on our hands,” Freddy Jones said, pointing at the roof of their hotel where the phantom Bellhop had just disappeared.
“Well, he’s no phantom, that’s for sure,” Velma Dinkly said, glancing at Shaggy Rogers and his dog Scooby Doo as they held each other tight as they shivered and shook in fear at the apparition that had screamed at the gang before disappearing.
“You’re right, Velma,” Daphne Blake said, brushing back her luxurious red hair without taking her eyes off the roof of the hotel. “Whoever the phantom is he didn’t come down the outside of the building, so he must be somewhere in the hotel.”
“Ok, gang,” Fred said with a nod of his blond head, “that means it’s time to split up and search for clues. Daphne and I will take the upper floors and search the rooms. Shaggy, you and Scooby search the basement. We don’t know if the phantom is a guest or an employee so keep your eyes open for anything out of place.”
“I know, I know,” Shaggy said, slouching his way toward the front door with Scooby quivering at his heals.
“And Velma,” Fred started to say before Velma interrupted him.
“I’ll go with Shaggy and Scooby,” Velma sighed in a bored voice. “At least one of us won’t be running away at the first sound, and since I have the Scooby snacks I should be able to keep up Shaggy and Scooby’s courage.”
“That was almost too easy,” Daphne said, holding Fred’s hand as they followed their three friends into the hotel. “You don’t suppose they know what we’re really up to, do you?”
“I’m sure Velma knows that we’re up to something, but she’s far too innocent to know what we’re up to,” Fred mussed. “But Shaggy and Scooby? If it doesn’t scare them or they can’t eat it they don’t notice anything unless you explain it to them.”
“I guess you’re right,” Daphne sighed. “I guess I’m just nervous, this could change all four of us forever. But I’m too excited not to go ahead.”
“Me too,” Freddie admitted, leading Daphne up the stairs to where their rooms were; the phantom Bellhop forgotten for the moment.
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“I can’t believe those two think we don’t know what they’re up to,” Shaggy giggled as he, Velma, and Scooby took the cold cement stairs to the hotel’s basement.
“Well it’s only fair,” Velma pointed out, “after all, they have no idea what we’re up to.”
“What are we rup roo, Shaggy?” Scooby asked his friend.
“Nothing you have to worry about, old buddy,” Shaggy told his Great Dane. “Velma and I are going to check things out in that supply closet we found earlier while you stand guard outside the door in case the phantom bellhop shows up.”
“Re? Rand guard ralone?” Scooby asked, eyeing his best friend suspiciously. “Roo ray.”
“Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?” Velma asked, taking the box out from wherever she hid it under her bulky sweater and shaking the box enticingly.
“Rell,” Scooby said hesitantly.
“Okey, two Scooby snacks,” Velma offered. “But you have to stand guard outside the door and don’t let anyone in – and let us know if the phantom bellhop shows up.
“Rokey,” Scooby agreed, catching the two treats tossed him and running his tongue across his lips to make sure he got every crumb.
“Here’s the supply room we found earlier,” Shaggy said, opening the door and gesturing for Velma to enter the room ahead of him. “Now Scoob, you give a nice loud howl if the phantom bellhop shows up while we’re searching the room.”
“Right,” Scooby said, sitting down on his hind quarters and curling his tail around his legs as he took up his position just outside the door.
“Come on, Velma, let me show you what we found earlier,” Shaggy said, taking the brown haired girl by the hand and leading her through the open door.
“So you and Scooby checked out the basement earlier?” Velma asked while Shaggy led her through the closely packed shelves of the supply room. “Why would you do that before we knew there was a monster?”
“When was the last time we went anywhere and didn’t get attacked by a monster?” Shaggy laughed. “Scoob and I figured it would save time if we searched the basement ahead of time, and when I found this, I thought it would be perfect for the two of us.”
Just as Shaggy finished speaking he rounded the last shelf and pulled Velma along with him and gestured to the small bed and nightstand tucked away in the corner of the room. “I figured one of the hotel employees set this place up as a little get away for him and his girlfriend and I figured it would be a great place for the two of us.”
“It’s great for us,” Velma agreed, adjusting her glasses and ggiving Shaggy a shy smile, “but it may be that this is just a place for one of the employees to grab a nap when things are slow.”
“Maybe,” Shaggy admitted, “but if it was just a place to take a nap then I don’t think they’d have these stashed away.” Shaggy opened the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a strip of condoms.
“Good point,” Velma said, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for the hem of her bulky orange sweater.
“Say, Velma, do you think I should borrow one of these condoms? I’m sure whoever put them down here will never notice if one is missing.”
“Put them back, Shaggy, all of them,” Velma told her friend, her voice muffled by her sweater as she pulled it over her head.
“I was just thinking,” Shaggy said defensively, putting the condoms back where he got them. “I know that Fred’s using condoms - I saw the box in his suitcase when I took everything up to our room earlier - so I thought if he and Daphne are using condoms then maybe we should think about it too.”
“We are not Fred and Daphne,” Velma pointed out, tossing her sweater to the floor and working her way down the buttons of her blouse. “Fashion conscious Daphne Blake is worried about getting pregnant and embarrassing Fred, herself, and her parents when the baby starts growing in her belly. I, on the other hand, am not that concerned about getting pregnant and having your baby, Shaggy. Besides, scientifically speaking, the odds are that a girl won’t get pregnant. Do you know how many couples try for years to get pregnant? I’m pretty happy with those odds.”
“It may take some couples years to get pregnant,” Shaggy said, “but what about the other couples who get pregnant with just one fuck?”
“I still like the odds,” Velma replied, “and like I said, it won’t bother me if I end up getting pregnant. On top of that, the chance that you could knock me up makes me feel even hornier.”
“I guess I can understand that,” Shaggy said watching closely as Velma wriggled out of her blouse and tossed it on top of her sweater. “But, Velma, I didn’t know you were a gambler.”
“If you think about it, all scientists are gamblers,” Velma shrugged so that her surprisingly large tits bounced in response. “We all gamble that our ideas and theories will work when we run our experiments. Shaggy, why are you still dressed?”
“Sorry, Velma, I just get so distracted watching you get undressed that I forget to take off my own clothes,” Shaggy rushed to pull his tee shirt over his head and then kicked off his shoes so he could drop his pants and underwear to the floor next to Velma’s clothes. By the time he was done Velma had removed the rest of her clothes so they both sat down on the edge of the bed totally nude.
“Zoinks, Velma, I still can’t believe that you manage to hide those big beautiful tits under that bulky sweater you’re always wearing,” Shaggy said, stroking his friend’s perfect breasts until her nipples popped out so he could suck them.
“Well jenkies, I can’t understand how you manage to hide that huge cock in those shabby pants you’re always wearing,” Velma said, stroking Shaggy’s prick so that he shivered with pleasure.
“I guess we’re as well matched in our shabby clothes as Fred and Daphne are in their fashionable clothes,” Shaggy giggled.
“I don’t know about that,” Velma said, pushing her glasses up on her nose, “but I know what I like and you have it.” Shaggy giggled as Velma stroked his shaft and then leaned down to kiss the tip of his prick.
“And you have what I like,” Shaggy finished, giving Velma’s tits a quick squeeze before he ran one hand down her belly to her wet slit where he rubbed her clit.
“And now we’re going to do what I’ve been wanting to do for weeks,” Velma said, rolling onto her back and opening her legs invitingly. “Fuck me, Shaggy, pop my cherry and fuck me like crazy.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Shaggy chuckled. With Velma’s encouragement Shaggy crawled between her thighs until his cockhead was buried in the thick fuzz of pussy hair surrounding Velma’s drooling cunt. Shaggy took a deep breath and looked deep into Velma’s eyes as he guided his cock between her hungry pussy lips. Shaggy sunk his cock into Velma’s pussy and he felt the outer lips part to let his cock slide into her fuck hole. When he felt his cock hit the barrier of Velma’s hymen and he paused, waiting for Velma to give him to okey.
Velma gaped at the way her pussy stretched around the head of Shaggy’s cock. Finally she realized that Shaggy was waiting for her to give him the final approval before he popped her cherry and she gave him an enthusiastic nod. “Do it, Shaggy,” she growled, “pop my cherry and fuck me, fuck me now.”
“If you say so,” Shaggy said, shoving his cock deeper into Velma’s welcoming pussy. For a second he felt Velma’s cherry resist his efforts, then it finally gave way. Shaggy shoved his cock all the way into Velma’s drooling cunt until their pubic hair meshed together and his cum filled balls bounced off her ass cheeks.
“Jenkies!” Velma yelped. “I didn’t think it would hurt that much to lose my virginity, or feel this good to have your cock buried all the way in cunt.”
“Zoinks, you’re right,” Shaggy agreed, “I never realized it would feel this great to have my cock in your pussy. But now it’s time to start sliding in and out of you cunt and see how that feels.”
Instinctively Velma squeezed Shaggy’s cock as he pulled it out of her pussy and she gasped with pleasure when he shoved it back into her pussy. She let out another gasp of pleasure when Shaggy leaned forward to suck her tits while he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her slit again and when he slammed forward again she cried out with pleasure.
“Jinkies, oh jinkies, oh jinkies,” Velma cried with every thrust of Shaggy’s cock in her hot wet cunt. Between Shaggy’s deep thrusts and constant sucking on her ripe tits Velma could feel something growing deep in her belly and she realized that it must be an orgasm, and she could tell it was going to be a big one. “Jinkies, Shaggy, I never imagined fucking would feel this incredible.”
“Zoinks, Velma, I think it’s about to get better,” Shaggy said, reluctantly taking his mouth away from Velma’s nipples. “I’m going to cum, are you sure you want me to come in your pussy?”
“Do it, Shaggy,” Velma managed to gasp, “I’m about to cum too, and I don’t want you to pull out until my whole body explodes.”
“Whatever you want, Velma,” Shaggy growled, shaking his head at the chance they were both taking, but enjoying Velma’s tight slit too much to argue with his friend.
With his last thrust Shaggy tried to bury his cock as deep a it could go into Velma’s clasping cunt and his balls exploded, shooting his cum deep into the brunet’s ripe belly.
When she felt Shaggy’s cum flooding her womb Velma clamped her whole cunt around his buried cock and her orgasm exploded from her belly. Velma’s whole body was shaking and shivering through her orgasm and she had to wrap her arms and leg around Shaggy’s body when her body started to shake itself off the bed.
“Jinkies, that was great,” Velma panted. “I can hardly wait for the next time.”
“Zonkes, me either,” Shaggy agreed, kissing Vellma. “But if our luck runs true to form the phantom bellhop is going to show up for the chase any minute so we better get dressed before Scooby starts screaming in terror.”
“You’re right,” Velma sighed, pulling her panties on and patting the wet spot where Shaggy’s cum oozed out of her slit, “but promise me we’ll fuck again before this weekend is over.”
“Oh, we’ll fuck again, and again, and again,” Shaggy promised. “I’ll find a way to fuck you again this weekend even if I have to tell Fred and Daphne that we’re fucking so they’ll let us have a room to ourselves.”
“But you won’t, right?”
“Right,” Shaggy agreed, pulling the last of his clothes on just as Scooby started screaming for help.