A Scooby Doo Adventure
by Christine Morgan
Author's Note: turn back now, it's not too late! Really,
this is a tacky piece of work, and the only reason I included it here was
because I figured I'd better own up to it so nobody can dredge it up later
and shame me with it. The characters herein are the property of Hanna-Barbera.
Mystery Machine stopped, rattled, backfired a puff of blue smoke, and stalled.
The side door slid
open and Velma climbed out. She squinted at the house, polished her glasses
the edge of her sweater, and took another look.
"Zoinks," Shaggy said,
poking his head out of the window. "Like, what a creepy pad."
The house was large
and rambling, perched broodingly on a hill. It was grey with black trim,
surrounded by a rusty iron fence with arrowhead points. The yard was
waist-deep in weeds. In the evening
light, shadows gave the house a cadaverous appearance. The broken-out
windows gaped like empty eye
sockets and mouths. Weather vanes and chimneys were starkly silhouetted
against an ominous sky.
The front doors opened
and Freddy and Daphne got out. The four of them stood in silence,
studying the house. Inside the van, Scooby's teeth chattered from his
hiding place under a bunch of blankets.
"Well," Velma finally
said, "it looks haunted, all right."
"I told you," Freddy
said. "It is."
"How did you hear
about this place, Freddy?" Daphne wrapped her arms around herself and
"Hey, like, I thought
we were going to Pirate Days," Shaggy protested. "Nobody said anything
about haunted houses."
"The Pirate Days Festival
doesn't start until tomorrow," Freddy said. "We can explore the house,
look for clues, and still make it in time."
"But I don't want
to miss the pie-eating contest!" Shaggy rubbed his skinny gut. "Like, all
you can eat, and if you eat the most, you win a prize!"
"There will be plenty
of time for that, Shaggy." Velma took a few steps closer to the house,
round face alight with excitement. "This one could really be the one!"
"According to the
legend, it was built in the 1800s by a river pirate. You can just see the
there." Freddy pointed. "The man, Captain Boothe, made a fortune plundering
ships carrying timber, furs,
and liquor to and from the harbor. He lived here, with his wife, until
he was murdered by his crew in a fight
over shares of the booty. His wife waited and waited for him to come
home, watching from that topmost
cupola for the signal lanterns on his ship. They say she died there,
and her ghost is still waiting for him to
come home. Sometimes, you can hear her weeping or calling for him."
"So that's why the
college team is called the Pirates, and why they have Pirate Days," Velma
happily. "It all makes sense. But how do you know about this?"
"My cousin belongs
to a fraternity at the college. To join, he had to spend the night in the
part of his initiation. When I told him how we've been going around
looking for ghosts, he told me the
"Did ... did he see
a ghost?" Shaggy was pale. In the van, Scooby's teeth chattered even louder.
"He saw something,"
Freddy said solemnly. "He wasn't sure if it was a ghost, but it looked
woman in a long nightgown and kerchief, carrying a candle. He said
he could see right through her."
"That sounds like
a real ghost to me!" Velma said. "At last! All these times, finding nothing
conspiracies and slide-projectors and glow-in-the-dark paint, at last
we've found a real ghost! I'll be able to
get some real research material for my thesis!"
"Oh, Velma, that'll
be great!" Daphne enthused. "You've spent so much money on this, practically
your whole inheritance. I'm so glad we might finally find something
"Well, what are we
waiting for?" Freddy said. "Come on, Scoob. It'll be dark soon."
"Rye row," Scooby
said. "Ry'll rstay right rhere."
"How about for a scooby
snack?" Freddy wheedled, shaking the box.
"Two scooby snacks?"
Daphne took a snack
from the box and tossed it into the van. The lump of blankets shifted,
Scooby's big pink tongue
slithered out to scoop up the treat. His wagging tail thumped against the
"Come on, Scooby Doo,
where are you?" Daphne crooned, waving another snack in the air.
Shaggy was watching
with undisguised lust. Finally, it became too much for him and he snapped
the snack from Daphne's fingers just as Scooby emerged from the van.
"Rhey!" the dog complained.
"Oh, here's one for
you," Daphne said, tossing one.
Scooby jumped for
it. Shaggy jumped also. The two of them collided mid-air and collapsed
big ungainly heap.
"Will you two quit
messing around?" Velma scolded. "We've got a ghost to catch!"
With Freddy in the
lead, Velma close behind him, Daphne in the middle, and Shag and Scoob
bringing up the rear, they went through the rusty squeaky gate and
up the overgrown path to the porch.
A swift flicker of
light in an upstairs window.
"Did you see that?"
Velma gasped, clutching Freddy's arm painfully tight and pointing up.
It was gone, if there
had been anything there. "Probably just the reflections of a car's headlights
the window," Freddy said.
"No, it couldn't be,"
Daphne argued. "The windows don't have glass. And there's nothing out there
but the river."
"Maybe it was the
ghost!" Shaggy gasped.
Scooby whimpered and
plunged his head to the ground as if he thought he was an ostrich.
"Hurry!" Velma trotted
up the steps. Her skirt flapped, giving Freddy a flash of sensible white
cotton panties and strong pudgy thighs.
Daphne saw it too
and gave him a sly sideways smile. Shag and Scoob were staring up at the
with resigned dread, not looking at her, so she raised the skirt of
her blue dress enough to show him that her
purple stockings ended mid-thigh and were supported by lacy garters.
Freddy's eyes widened and he
As Velma crossed the
porch, the door swung slowly open. Creeeeeaaak.
Scooby and Shaggy
clung to each other like a couple of pre-teen girls in a thunderstorm.
paused. "Hello? Is anybody there?"
No answer. She looked
back at the others. Daphne nodded encouragingly.
"Hello?" Velma tried
again, pushing the door the rest of the way open.
Then a faint, faraway wail like that of a griefstricken woman.
"It's her," Freddy
whispered. "Captain Boothe's wife!"
"Um, why don't Scoob
and me wait out here?" Shaggy suggested. "You know, like, to stand
"Sure," Daphne said.
"It won't be too dark and scary standing out here all alone, next to a
Shaggy uttered a high
shaky laugh. "Well, if you put it like that ..."
"Come on," Velma urged.
They entered the house,
moving with the stealth born of months of creeping around supposedly
ghost-infested houses, amusement parks, recording studios, and hotels.
Freddy switched on one of their two
flashlights, cupping his hand over the end to shield the glow. It turned
his fingers momentarily blood-red.
The front room of
the house was spacious, filled with sheet-draped furniture. Old paintings
spooky-eyed people in antique fashions watched them warily from the
walls. Cobwebs thickly festooned the
upper corners. Dust puffed up from the rug. Everywhere was the smell
of age, mustiness, decay.
"Your cousin spent
the night here?" Shaggy said. "Like, he must have been one brave cat, or
"Shh!" Velma hissed.
The wail, rising and
falling, sobbing. And a new sound, a low and somehow sneaky shifting from
an open doorway leading to the cellar stairs.
"Let's split up,"
Freddy suggested. "You three go upstairs, Daphne and I will look around
"Split up?" Shaggy
asked, looking like he was about to wet himself at the very idea.
"We can find more
clues faster that way," Freddy said.
"You'll be fine,"
Velma said. "Just stay close." She took the other flashlight and headed
staircase. Shag and Scoob followed with all the enthusiasm of criminals
on the way to the gallows.
"I'll go first," Freddy
said to Daphne as the others climbed to the second floor. He aimed the
down the cellar stairs, then cautiously proceeded down. Daphne followed,
her breath quick and warm on the
back of his neck.
At the bottom of the
stairs was a short hallway. An archway on the left led to a dusty old wine
cellar. There was a door on the left, firmly closed. Daphne tried it.
"Locked," she whispered.
"Try this," he replied,
pressing a key into her hand.
"Where did you get
"My cousin gave it
She gave him a puzzled
look and tried the key. The lock clicked and the door swung open on oiled
Freddy reached past
her and flipped a switch. A gooseneck desk lamp came on, casting a harsh
circle of light on the floor. Unlike the rest of the house, the room
was clean. The floor was covered with a
nubby rug, a trendy burnt-orange couch was along one wall, a battered
coffee table held a television with
foil-wrapped rabbit ears, and the walls were covered with psychidelic
concert posters and anti-war
propeganda. There was a fridge humming quietly in a corner next to
a two-burner stove and shelf of
mismatched dishes. On the other side of the room was a doorway curtained
with strings of beads that
swayed and clicked.
Daphne turned to Freddy,
her expression questioning. He was grinning broadly.
"My cousin's frat
brothers set it up," he explained. They've got the whole house rigged,
players, projectors, sound effects, everything. They use it to scare
pledges on their initiation. There's enough
fake ghost stuff here to keep Velma and the others busy for a while."
"You mean, there's
no real ghost?"
"No real ghost."
"You mean, we're finally
"Oh, Freddy!" She
ripped her headband off, letting her red hair spill gorgeously over her
shoulders. He grabbed her and planted a kiss on her, giving her the
tongue, kicking the door most of the
She was all over him,
squeezing his ass, tugging at his belt, running her fingers through his
hair, hands everywhere, like she was one of those six-armed snake goddesses.
He popped two of the buttons
off her dress and she somehow wiggled out of it without letting loose
of their lip-lock. Underneath, she had
her stockings, garters, silky panties, and a lacy push-up bra.
Her tits drove him
wild. Before, he'd never managed more than a few quick feels, in their
frustrating grope sessions in the back of the Mystery Machine while
Shaggy was off at a fast-food stand and
Velma was asking around about whatever local ghost story they were
tracking. He'd gotten his hand on her
pussy once, hot and wet, but still hadn't seen if she was a natural
Now, though, he was
feeling flesh and hard pointy little nipples, and she was rubbing his prick
through his jeans. The one time he'd persuaded her to give him a hand
job, he'd spurted cum all over half a
sandwich that Shaggy had left lying in the van, and they'd almost been
caught. There had been no time to
get rid of the damn sandwich, and they had spent a bad day in fearful
expectation. But aside from some
comment from Shaggy about bad mayonnaise, the incident had never been
"I can't believe we've
waited this long!" she panted, yanking on his scarf.
"There's never been
a good time." He undid the knot before she strangled him.
"Why can't we just
tell the others?"
"Are you kidding?"
He got rid of his sweater. "You know what a prude Velma is! She'd kick
the team, and she's the one with all the money. You think I want to
get a real job?"
"She'd be jealous
anyway. She's got a crush on you."
He unbuttoned his
pants. "Why the hell are we talking about Velma? Let's quit wasting time
* * *
"Rwot's rin rhere?"
"Looks like the kitchen,"
Velma said, shining the light around.
perked up. "Like, let's look in here for clues!"
"There's not going
to be anything to eat," she said.
He shrugged. "We might
as well look."
"I wonder if Freddy
and Daphne are getting anywhere," Velma said. She wandered over to
investigate a large china cabinet while Shaggy started poking through
cupboards. Scooby stuck his nose in
an open drawer, then yelped in surprise as a large spider scuttled
"What's the matter,
Scoob?" Shaggy found the dog shivering under the sink. He bent down to
and haul him out.
Thump! Rattle! "EEEEeeeee
Shaggy turned. "What
Scooby sniffed the
air. "Rwhere's Rwelma?"
"Yeah, man, where
is Velma? I hope she didn't fall down another trapdoor or something."
* * *
Daphne was noisy.
He had her spread
out on the couch, kneeling between her legs, busily licking her pussy (natural
redhead, question answered, and vaguely strawberry-flavored).
Her heels drummed
on his shoulders and back. She gasped, she moaned, she oohed and aahed.
It was a great show,
and he was glad he hadn't told her the rest of what his cousin and
the frat boys
used this room for. He was glad she didn't know about the camera over
the fridge, which was recording
"Oh, Freddy! Oh, Freddy!
You have to do it now! You have to fuck me! Oh, I'm going crazy! Give
me that big prick!"
He clambered onto
the couch with her, sucking her perky tits. She reached under him and guided
his prick to her cunt.
"Now! Now!" she squealed,
raising her legs.
He rammed into her.
She was slick and tight and her inner muscles clenched around him like
oiled fist. Her legs clamped his hips so hard it almost hurt.
"Oh, God! Oh, yes!"
she gasped. "Ooh, do it faster!"
"You like it, huh?"
he grunted, pumping her so hard and fast that the whole couch shook. "You
to be fucked?"
* * *
Velma sneezed from
the dust and brushed cobwebs out of her hair.
She was sitting on
a cold stone floor. Ranks of wine racks stood silent sentinel around her.
Overhead, the trap door
that had opened beneath her feet was closing. She jumped up and tried to
edge, but missed. There was no way to open it from below. She would
have to find another way out.
She still had the
flashlight, and made her way through the maze of wood. She began to hear
noises, sounds like ... could it be? No, surely not ...
A wide bar of light
shone through a door that was standing ajar, and from behind the door the
noises were louder. Voices, familiar voices --
She threw the door
open and gaped in horror.
"Freddy! Daphne! Oh,
* * *
"Velma!" Freddy craned
his neck and saw her standing in the doorway, staring at his naked ass.
"Who cares?" Daphne
writhed under him. "Don't stop, Freddy! I'm about to come!"
He pounded at her
frantically, riding into the home stretch. She clutched his hips and thrust
cunt up at him faster and faster. Her nails jabbed into his back.
"No!" Velma cried,
and dashed into the room. Her feet tangled in Freddy's discarded jeans
crashed heavily into the rug.
"Oh, oh, OOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
She went into such a frenzy of bucking and thrashing that Freddy was
nearly thrown off of her. Then she
collapsed in a dead faint.
* * *
"Did you hear that?"
Shaggy gasped as the distant scream trailed away.
"Ruh rghost!" Scooby's
brown fur went dead white.
"Like, let's get out
-- Ziiiiip! as they ran in place for a terror-stricken moment before tearing
toward the kitchen door. It was too narrow to accomodate them both
and they wedged like a cork in a
* * *
"Jesus," Freddy said,
staring at Daphne. Her eyes were rolled back, her body was utterly limp.
He withdrew his still-stiff
prick, since going at her while she was out cold would be a tad too
necrophiliac for his tastes. Behind him, he heard Velma groan as she
pushed herself to hands and knees.
"My glasses," she
wailed. "I've lost my glasses!"
He looked at her,
at the pendulous swinging of her tits under her sweater, and then looked
his rampaging prick. "You're going to lose more than that," he muttered,
and jumped on her.
"Freddy? What are
you -- oof!" as his weight drove her down onto the floor again. Her questing
hand struck her glasses and sent them skittering across the floor.
He yanked her skirt
up to her waist. "Something I should have done a long time ago!" He seized
the waistband of her sensible good-girl panties and pulled them down,
revealing her smooth, white bottom.
She scrambled to hands
and knees again, trying to get away, but he hooked one arm around her
ample waist and groped beneath her with the other hand. Her pussy mound
was plump and firm, covered
with silky hair. His prick gave a sudden eager lurch.
Velma tried to scream,
but only managed a thin squeak. He wormed a finger into her cunt.
"Freddy, stop it!"
His thumb found and
rubbed the shy hidden knob of her clit while his fingers probed her snug
"You'll love it, Velma,"
he said. "More fun than chasing ghosts!"
"Stop!" she said,
louder this time, but he felt warmth and dampness on his invading fingers.
Taking away his hand,
he grabbed her wide hips. "Pirates," he scoffed. "I've got your pirate
Prepare to be boarded!" With that, he rammed his prick into her cunt
to the hilt.
Velma's violated scream
echoed around the small room.
* * *
"Get out of the way,
Scoob!" Shaggy said, struggling.
The dog's eyes rolled,
showing the whites. His fur had resumed normal color, but he was still
grip of fear.
Just then, something
white floated across the hall in front of them. Pale, ghostly, a vague
shape, flickering across the walls.
They reversed direction
and popped out of the doorway like two watermelon seeds pinched
between a finger and thumb. Scooby tried to go under the kitchen table,
got stuck, and kept running, taking
it with him. He hit a swinging door and vanished into the pantry.
Shaggy dove headfirst
out the window and landed in a thick patch of weeds. He crawled away
from the house as fast as he could, but was not fast enough to avoid
hearing another banshee shriek. He ran
to the Mystery Machine, climbed in, slammed the door, and locked it.
Then he curled up in his seat, hugged
his knobby knees to his skinny chest, and shuddered.
* * *
Freddy rocked back
and forth, fucking Velma nice and slow. She had quit screaming and was
biting on her wrist, making muffled noises that might have been sobs
but sounded suspiciously like moans
He let go of her hips
to see if she'd try and get away again, but she stayed right where she
slid his hand back to her clit and rubbed some more.
"Like it, Velma?"
he asked, thinking gleefully how this was going to look on film, how his
and his cousin's buddies were just going to freak out. "Going to come,
She shook her head,
but her cunt was clenching, and she was moving her ass ever so slightly
meet his thrusts.
"Mmm, ooh," Daphne
said, raising her head. When she saw what was happnening on the floor,
shock slapped the grogginess from her face. Her mouth and eyes made
three perfect O's.
* * *
Scooby huddled in
the pantry, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, he cautiously
poked his nose out. "Rhaggy? Rhaggy?"
No answer. No sign
of the ghost, or of Shaggy.
His teeth clattered
so loud that they drowned out the thunder of his heartbeat. When the spider
dashed between his paws, he let our a yelp that was nearly ultrasonic
and raced for the door.
* * *
Shaggy stopped shaking.
He peered out the windows, but couldn't see any of the others.
"Zoinks, I hope the
ghost didn't get them," he said to himself. "Like, maybe I should go look."
His stomach growled,
reminding him that he hadn't eaten in half an hour. "Like, maybe in a few
minutes," he decided.
There was a small
fridge in the rear of the van. Kicking clothes and luggage out of the way,
opened it up and surveyed the contents.
In no time, he had
built a large sloppy sandwich. Sinking his teeth in, he sighed in rapture.
of food was enough to give him a boner. He pressed idly on his crotch
with one hand while rooting through
the fridge for the last eclair in a pink bakery box.
Still chawing down
on the sandwich, he balanced the eclair on his knee and opened his fly,
out a cock that was as long and skinny as the rest of him.
Between bites of bread,
meat, mayo, pickles, cheese, and onion, he nibbled the top off the eclair
and sucked out some of the cream filling. It left a chocolate-covered
pastry shell with a creamy furrow that
nicely fit his cock.
Sandwich in one hand,
he ate as he jerked himself off into the eclair.
* * *
"Oh, wow," Daphne
said. "Oh, wow, Freddy, you're fucking her."
Velma looked around
at her with huge horrified eyes. "Help me, Daphne! Help -- ooh -- help
Daphne licked her
pink lips. "Help you? Okay." She got down on the floor with them, still
nothing but stockings and garters. She tugged Velma's sweater up to
her armpits and unfastened her heavy-
Velma gasped and squirmed,
but Daphne's small hands were all over her, cupping her tits, tugging
gently at the large pebbly brown nipples.
Freddy pumped harder.
"Unh, I'm going to come soon," he said.
"Hear that, Velma?"
Daphne whispered in the other girl's ear. "Freddy's big prick is stuck
you, and soon he's going to come, he's fucking you, don't you want
to come too? Doesn't it feel good, all
that thick hot cock slamming in and out?"
Velma moaned. She
was quivering now, her pale skin flushed.
As Daphne spoke, she
continued fondling Velma's breasts with one hand and started caressing
own pussy with the other. "It's making me hot all over again just watching
you. You know what I wish? I
wish you'd lick my cunt while Freddy fucks you." She laid back on the
rug, spreading her pussy lips with
her fingers. "Do it, Velma. Lick me."
"Yeah!" Freddy said,
biting his lip and trying to hold off. Geez, this was more than he'd ever
imagined! He hoped the camera was picking it all up! "Do it!" He shoved
Velma's head toward Daphne's
With a strangled cry
of abandon, Velma buried her face between Daphne's thighs.
* * *
His mouth was crammed
with sandwich, his cock surrounded by a sticky cunt of pastry and
chocolate. Shaggy had never been with a chick, never cared to. All
the satisfaction he needed, he got from
When he came, he gasped
a whole olive down his throat and nearly strangled, but didn't stop
sliding his pastry-filled fist up and down. Jets of cum pumped out,
turning the eclair into a soggy crumbling
* * *
Scooby folded his
ears over his eyes. He had adopted a new strategy. If he didn't look, he
possibly see anything to scare him.
So, blind, he took
a wrong turn and fell down the cellar stairs. At the bottom, he righted
shook his head, and froze at the strange sounds.
He sniffed the air.
"Rwelma? Rheddy? Raphne?"
Something about their
* * *
Velma flung her head
back. "Freddy! Yes! I'm coming!"
"So am I!" He fucked
her faster, his thighs slapping her ass.
"I'm not!" Daphne
cried petulently. She seized Velma by the ears and tried to force her back
licking, but Velma was caught up in the throes of her orgasm.
A startled woof caught
Daphne's attention, and she turned her eyes to the door. Scooby Doo was
standing there, a comical expression of surprise on his doggy face,
his tongue lolling out.
A thoroughly wicked
idea struck her and she acted on it at once. Freddy always kept a couple
scooby snacks in his pocket for emergencies. Her cunt, aching for attention,
told her that this was
emergency enough. She fished the snacks out of his jeans as he and
Velma collapsed into a sweaty, heavy-
crooned, waving the snacks. "I've got something for you, Scooby."
His ears perked up.
She took one of the snacks and pushed it up into her pussy, then crumbled
other one over her clit.
Scooby whined, tail
wagging uncertainly, and took a few steps toward her. She tilted her cunt
him invitingly. "Come on, Scooby Doo. Nice scooby snacks, come and
"Daphne?" Freddy was
gaping at her. She ignored him and coaxed Scooby closer.
The big dog sniffed
her cunt, then huffed a warm breath over it and started licking and slurping.
His tongue was large, pink, slightly rough, and wet.
He lapped up all the
crumbs, bringing Daphne right to the edge, then thrust his tongue deep
her, fishing for the hidden snack. His cold nose pressed against Daphne's
clit. She wrapped her legs around
his head and humped his muzzle until she came, shrieking like a fire
The sight of Daphne
getting eaten out by Scooby made Freddy horny all over again, though he
would have sworn he was worn out. He rolled Velma over (reeling from
her orgasm and still without her
glasses, she didn't know what was going on just a few feet away) and
stuck his prick in her mouth. She
started sucking eagerly, all resistance gone.
* * *
Shaggy threw the ruined
eclair into the weeds and washed his hands. He was full, content, and
beginning to worry about Scoob and the others.
He wandered around
the outside of the house for a while, trying to work up the nerve to go
Every time he was about
to, he heard more ghostly screams and chickened out. In his wanderings,
encountered a long chain of extension cords leading from the house,
but it never occured to him that this
might be a clue.
"Zoinks," he said
to himself, coming around to the porch again. "Like, where are they?"
He took a deep breath
and prepared to go in, when they appeared. Scooby was first, licking his
"Like, where have
you been?" Shaggy asked indignantly. "Did you find something to eat in
Man, you better have saved me some!"
Daphne and Freddy
exchanged a glance, and Daphne laughed. Velma was bringing up the rear,
glasses clutched in one hand and a dazed smile on her face.
"So, like, did you
find the ghost?" Shaggy asked.
"There's no ghost,"
Freddy said. "It was all a hoax."
So, they all got in
the Mystery Machine and drove off to the Pirate Days Festival.
* * *
Copyright 1995 Christine Morgan