Scooby Doo: A Scooby-Doo Adventure
by Christine Morgan

The 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 on 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 shivered
prettily. "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 the pies 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, her 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 river
over there." Freddy pointed. "The man, Captain Boothe, made a fortune
plundering ships carrying timber, furs, and liquor to and from the

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 said 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 house as part of his initiation. When I told
him how we've been going around looking for ghosts, he told me the
story." "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 like a 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 but 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

"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 real!" "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. "Ruh-uh. Ruh-uh." "Two scooby snacks?" Pause. "Rno."
Daphne took a snack from the box and tossed it into the van. The lump
of blankets shifted, and Scooby's big pink tongue slithered out to
scoop up the treat.
t 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 this?" "My cousin gave it to
me." She gave him a puzzled look and tried the key. The lock clicked
and the door swung open on oiled hinges. 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. Beyond the beads was a small

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, with tape 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 alone?" "Yeah." "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 way shut. She was all over him, squeezing his ass, tugging
at his belt, running her fingers through his blond 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 redhead.

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 discovered.
"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
us off 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 and fuck!" * * * "Rwot's rin rhere?" Scooby asked. "Looks like
the kitchen," Velma said, shining the light around. "Kitchen?" Shaggy
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 out. "What's the
matter, Scoob?"

Shaggy found the dog shivering under the sink. He bent down to try
and haul him out. Thump! Rattle! "EEEEeeeee ..." Shaggy turned. "What
was that?" 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 everything.
"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 an 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 like to be fucked?"
"Yes! Yes!" * * * 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 catch
the 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 strange 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, my God!" * * * "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 her cunt up at him faster and faster. Her nails
jabbed into his back.

"No!" Velma cried, and dashed into the room as if to prevent the inevitable.
Her feet tangled in Freddy's discarded jeans and she crashed heavily
shrieked. 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 of here!" Badittabadittabaditta -- 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 bottle. * * * "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 down at 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 hole.
"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. "Ghosts
and pirates," he scoffed. "I've got your pirate here! 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 in the grip of fear. Just then, something white floated across
the hall in front of them. Pale, ghostly, a vague woman-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 now biting on her wrist, making muffled noises
that might have been sobs but sounded suspiciously like moans of pleasure.
He let go of her hips to see if she'd try and get away again, but she
stayed right where she was. He 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 cousin and his cousin's buddies
were just going to freak out. "Going to come, Velma?" She shook her
head, but her cunt was clenching, and she was moving her ass ever so
slightly to 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

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, he 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. The joy 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, taking 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 me!" Daphne licked her pink lips. "Help you? Okay."
She got down on the floor with them, still wearing nothing but stockings
and garters. She tugged Velma's sweater up to her armpits and unfastened
her heavy-duty bra. 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 right up 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 her 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

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 waiting cunt. 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 food. 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 mess.

Scooby folded his ears over his eyes. He had adopted a new strategy.
If he didn't look, he couldn't possibly see anything to scare him.
So, blind, he took a wrong turn and fell down the cellar stairs. At
the bottom, he righted himself, shook his head, and froze at the strange
sounds. He sniffed the air. "Rwelma? Rheddy? Raphne?"

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 hair and tried to force her back
to 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
of 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
breathing heap. "Scooooooby," she 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
the other one over her clit. Scooby whined, tail wagging uncertainly,
and took a few steps toward her. She tilted her cunt at him invitingly.
"Come on, Scooby Doo. Nice scooby snacks, come and get them!" "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 into 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 siren. 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 in. Every time he was about to, he heard more
ghostly screams and chickened out. In his wanderings, he 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 chops. "Like, where have you been?" Shaggy asked indignantly.
"Did you find something to eat in there? Man, you better have saved
me some!" Daphne and Freddy exchanged a glance, and Daphne laughed.
Velma was bringing up the rear, her 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.".......

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