Disclaimer: Scooby-Doo belongs to Hanna-Barbera Productions. This story is
not-for-profit, but I own it.
Warnings: Male/female sex, voyurism, female solo sex, female/female sex,
Categories: Het, slash, bi
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.
Summary: After Scooby-Doo and his human friends arrive at the art museum,
Velma steps inside a new art exhibit and starts checking out the new
artworks, only to have her discover that some of those art-pieces are more
lively than the others.
Other Notes: This AU story is based on a picture of the same title by a pair
of artists named Julius Zimmerman and Tyke.
Dedications: None so far.
Scooby-Doo: Erotic Art
by Andrew Troy Keller (firstname.lastname@example.org)
It was on the 27th day of the month of May that a lovable great dane named
Scooby-Doo and his four human friends -- Shaggy Rogers, Freddy Jones, Daphne
Blake and Velma Dinkley -- had decided to go to the local art museum and
check out all of its exhibits.
And even though it was agreed that they were suppossed to gaze upon all of
the exhibits together, a sign above a doorway with the letters 'Erotic Art'
on it had suddenly caught Velma's curious eye and caused her to break away
from the rest of the group and go check out that new exhibit.
Just then, after she had stepped inside the room and noticed that it had
contained the artworks that were featuring beautiful humanoid beings in one
hot and steamy sexual pose after another, an awestruck Velma had taken a deep
breath and said, "Jinkies!These paintings are indeed true works of an erotic
That was before a mysterious male voice from out of nowhere had said, "They
really are indeed. Are they not?", causing a confused Velma to turn around
and discover that a portrait of a young and handsome hunk wearing a costume
that was from the time period of the great lover known as Cassanova with
dark-brown hair was in front of her.
And after she had looked around and noticed that no one else was inside the
room with her, a skeptical Velma had taken a deep breath, let out a small
giggle and said, "I guess that it's the result of all of those spooky
mysteries finally getting to me. There's nobody in here."
But that was before the male humanoid figure had smiled at Velma and said,
"Actually, my dear. The man named Robert Dorthington is also in this room...
and I am he," just before he had stepped out of the painting in front of her
very own wide-eyes, wraped his arms around her waist and moved his lips
closer to hers for the kiss.
But just as he was about to give her that kiss on the lips, a shocked and
reluctant Velma had moved her head away from Robert's, cleared her throat and
said, "I'm sorry, Sir. But I'm afraid that you don't understand. You see, I
had came in here out of curiousity and...!"
And just as she was about to say another word, Robert had placed the tips of
his fingers on Velma's lips and said, "Sssshhhh. There is no need for you to
be afraid, my dear. You also do not need to speak another word. All you need
to do now is just relax... and enjoy it."
And with that, both Robert and Velma had kissed each other ever so
passionately on the lips just before they had stripped off all of their
clothes and began to touch and kiss each and every part of their bare-ass
naked bodies, causing a young and beautiful maiden dressed in a gown that
might had been made for Marie Antonite to step out of another protrait,
remove all of her clothes and start pumping two of her fingers in and out
of her hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits with the other hand.
And after he had turned towards the second female and noticed what she was
doing with herself, a smiling Robert had held out his hand to her and said,
"Aaaahhhh, my darling Victoria. Why are you standing there? Come closer, my
dear. Come and partake in the sweet necture of sexual pleasure with us."
And then, after she had let out a smile of her own, Victoria had moved
herself closer to both Robert and Velma and started licking all over Velma's
nude body -- all the way down to her hot, moist snatch and carressing her
firm breasts just before Robert had placed his hands on Velma's bare
shoulders and started pumping his stiff cock in and out of Victoria's
That had caused Velma to place her hands on Victoria's bare shoulders and
say, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Victoria! Touch me! Touch me
there! Suck my wet pussy dry, while Robert fucks you in the ass! Aaaahhhh!"
And after Robert had taken his stone hard dick out of Victoria's backdoor
and allowed Velma to start sucking on it and Victoria had started pumping
two of her fingers in and out of Velma's cunt and sucking on her stiff
mounds, the female mystery-solver had suddenly realized that even though it
was impossible for the whole thing to be happening, she was experiencing
something that she had never experienced with any size group before, for
she was experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and enjoying every minute
Just then, after Robert had placed his stiff cock inside Velma's pussy and
started licking on Victoria's snatch, Victoria had started sucking on Velma's
tits, causing a sexually-energized Velma to place her hands on Victoria's
bare back and yell at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT,
ROBERT! DO IT, VICTORIA! TOUCH ME! SUCK MY TITS! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF
ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
And then, after they had started moving themselves harder and faster and
their lovemaking has gazed upon its very last masterpiece, Velma, Robert and
Victoria had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with their
naked arms in a lover's embrace.
Just then, after she had finally opened her eyes, Velma had suddenly became
shocked at the sight of her four best friends staring at her with the look
of concern on their faces and both Robert and Victoria had somehow gotten
themselves back inside their portraits.
And after she had turned to her friends and asked, "Do you guys know
anything about a man named Robert Dorthington and a woman named Victoria?" a
concerned Daphne had cleared her throat, placed her gentle hand on Velma's
shoulder and answered, "As a matter of fact, Velma. I had done some research
on them for my history class. Robert Dorthington and his wife, Victoria were
once living the life of wealth and splendor until May 27th, 1776. That was
the day that they were mistaken for British spies and murdered by American
troops during the Revolutionary War."