Don't F#&% with the Occult, Scooby Doo! ((UnHolyPimpHand & Emstar303))

[UnHolyPimpHand]

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Sitting on the border between California and Nevada, the ominously named Death Valley desert represents the lowest altitude in the contiguous United States, 279 feet below sea level at its lowest point. In the lesser-known town of Pahrump Nevada, the Lowlands Chateau was founded in the early fifties as an upscale tourist destination for Vegas high-rollers who wanted something unique for a night or two on their way back to the coast. The great draw of Pahrump was a system of subterranean caverns that extended for miles down and outward underground in all directions—the depths of which remain largely unexplored.

The town itself and subsequently the high-end hotel fell to ruin in the years that followed when non-native bat species began to take up residence and procreate within the depths of the caverns. High-end tourists are notoriously unforgiving of excesses in wildlife excrement.

Yet, despite the lack of tourism and the utter collapse of the economy around it, the Lowlands Chateau remained open and fully operational through it all. The Hotel was actually built into the mouth of the cave system and utilized many natural walls from the cave in its architecture and exists as the only charted entrance to or exit from the cave system.

The Lowlands Chateau existed as a welcome—albeit inexplicable, success among the small town that remained following the economic collapse, and so it would have remained if not for a cave collapse in South America which made the non-native Subterranean Swarm Bats an endangered species. Dr. Walsh from the Conservation Society took an interest in buying the Chateau for the purpose of studying and preserving the bats—but as long as the Chateau remains profitable the property is well outside Dr. Walsh’s budget. She hired Mystery Inc. to pose as hotel guests for the purpose of discovering where and how the hotel makes its money without guests.

The tires of the famous Mystery Machine crunched through the gravel as it pulled under the sandstone archway that led into the grand lobby of the Lowlands Chateau. Tucked into the rockface above the entrance loomed an ominous gargoyle, ancient and massive.

Most of the lobby was comprised almost entirely of the naturally sculpted cavemouth, with a central pillar where a stalagmite had joined with a stalactite. The reception desk was made from a long log of petrified Sequoia tree, retaining its natural outer surface.

“This is the spot, gang!” Fred exclaimed, jumping enthusiastically from the driver’s seat, only to recoil from the heat, even in the shade of the archway, “cripes—it’s hot out here…”

“Like whoa, man! This heat’s like the opposite of chill, man!” Shaggy contributed, throwing open the side door of their psychedelic-painted van to let Scooby-Doo out afterward.

“R’eah! Not chill—phew!” Scoob dramatically dragged his paw across his forehead, flinging an almost obscene quantity of sweat into the air, some of which splashed on Velma’s glasses without anyone but her noticing, “R’I r’ant r’ice ‘ream!”

“Totally, Scoob! A double-fudge, four-banana, rocky road sundae with extra whip and three cherries on top would totally hit the spot right now!” Shaggy agreed enthusiastically, “like, let’s head inside and hope for air conditioning!”

Scooby and Shaggy both raced toward the lobby, eager to outrun the desert heat.

“You know the caverns under this place are still largely unexplored—the Spanish conquistadors who first discovered this place used to believe that the deepest caverns reach all the way down to hell,” Fred announced to the girls, leading them after the other two, delivering exposition helped Fred not to think about how the heat made his neck swell, making his orange ascot feel tight, “Dr. Walsh said there might even be species that have never been identified yet. If we discover something new, she said we’d get to name it.”

Fred held the wide, glass door open for the ladies as they entered the vast, red stone lobby. The temperature behind the glass doors was a comfortable seventy degrees—much to everyone’s relief and Scooby-Doo was comfortably eating a peanut butter popsicle gleefully.

“I hope you don’t mind, I gave one of our artisanal pet treats to your… pet,” the sharply-dressed, gothic-looking, young man behind the petrified counter greeted Fred and the others, “it seemed to be uncomfortable with the heat.”

“R’eah—r’art-‘risinal!” Scoob agreed, licking his chops loudly—utterly oblivious to the clerk’s obvious disdain for the dog’s presence in his lobby.

“Scoob is more of a partner than a pet, but we appreciate the gesture. I’m Fred, this is Velma and that’s Daphne, we’re—um, we should have reservations on the books,” Fred nearly blew their cover by introducing them as Mystery Incorporated, it was usually ownership—not outside interests that contracted them to investigate mysteries. Subterfuge had never been their strong suit.

“Fred! Like, check it out man! They’ve got an all you can eat sandwich bar!” Shaggy called across the echoing, empty lobby, “look at all the fixin’s, man!”

“The… gentleman might want to save his appetite. Our chef prepares a remarkable Wagyu and Rock Lobster surf and turf,” the clerk advised, still mostly talking to Fred as he was decidedly unimpressed with Shaggy’s antics as well as Scooby-Doo, “yes, of course Mr. Jones. We’re, of course, thrilled to have you. My name is Oswald Redding, I am the Lowlands’ Premiere Consigliere. I am here to do anything within my power to make certain that your stay is a pleasant one. Anything you could wish for, you need only ask. If you’d care to sign the registry Mr. Jones, I’d be delighted to show you all to your rooms. We also have a deluxe “Pet Spa” available for your partner—though, unfortunately, we cannot allow animals off leash within the residences.”

At this, Scooby whined, the clean popsicle stick still hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

“We’ll be sure to keep him on leash.” Fred answered quickly while he signed the oversized, leather-bound registry.

“Mr. Jones, Miss Blake, you’ll be sharing the Red Rocks Suite. Mr. Rogers and Miss Dinkley will be in the Hot Springs Suite,” Oswald passed a pair of ancient-looking, brass keys across the counter to Fred, “your bags should already be installed by the time you arrive at your room.”

“Say, speaking of heat—how is it so cool in here?”

“The Lowlands Chateau exists almost entirely underground. The miles of caverns that join this main antechamber intersect a fast-moving, subterranean river at certain intervals. The moving water helps keep the caverns cool in the day. Other parts of the caverns intersect veins of volcanic activity which keep the caverns warm at night—as well as providing the occasional, natural, mineral hot springs—one of which is located in Mr. Rogers and Miss Dinkley’s suite.” Oswald explained, he seemed so polished with his delivery and his crisp uniform—it seemed a stark contrast to his heavy eye makeup and facial piercings.

“Like totally cool, man!” Shaggy wheezed, returning to the lobby with a sandwich stacked up several feet above his head, “let’s check it out Velma!”

All at once, Shaggy seemed to unhinge his jaw and effectively shove the sandwich down his throat by pressing down from above. He finished it in one bite, making a sound that sounded like “ULMP!” and grabbed the room key from Fred as if nothing strange had transpired.

“Ugh,” Oswald was unable to contain his disgust, “if you don’t mind me asking, Mr. Jones. How did you hear about the Chateau and what were you hoping to find during your visit?”

“We… um,” Fred was bad at lying, why did it always fall to him to make up a story, “it’s a couples retreat. We heard that Sinatra used to bring his mistresses here, it seemed romantic.”

“If it’s romance you want, we will endeavor to satisfy.” Oswald bowed dramatically, gesturing to the massive stairway, carved into the red rock face, with two more looming gargoyles on the arm-rails, “we will send word for you when dinner is being served. In the meantime I recommend visiting our natural pools. You can follow signs from your rooms—just whatever you do, don’t go wandering. It’s very easy to get lost in these caverns if you venture past our furnishings.”

At Oswald’s warning, there came an echoing, screech sound from somewhere deep within the tunnel system. Somewhere, bats were stirring.

 

[Emstar303]

The Lowlands Chateau was a little gothic paradise in the middle of the desert. Though the gargoyles were unsettling, the structure as a whole was impressive, linked to an elaborate cave system. Daphne just hoped they wouldn’t encounter too many bats within the caverns connected to the hotel, because surely that’s where they were headed. The always ended up in some creepy cave or underground passageway or cemetery.

And she loved every moment of it! Well, not the gross parts, or being captured on occasion, but for the most part it was a sweet life. It was fun to solve mysteries with her friends, finding hidden passageways and uncovering culprits. It was an opportunity to prove she wasn’t just a pretty face, and it was also an opportunity to spend time with Fred. If only the oaf would get a clue to her affection for him. Honestly sometimes she suspected Velma was getting more action from Shaggy!

As usual, Daphne’s attention was on Freddy so she missed the giant glob of slobber that Scobby splashed on Velma’s face. Velma huffed but didn’t say anything, taking her glasses off silently and cleaning them on her orange sweater. They listened to Fred regale them with the history of the place, history Velma already knew, but it was nice to have a recap.

“It definitely looks creepy enough to reach down to Hell,” Daphne said as they passed under the giant, menacing gargoyle above the entranceway to join Shaggy and Scooby in the lobby.

“It would be pretty cool to have a species named after me,” Velma thought aloud.

Fred held the door open for the ladies of Mystery Inc. and they passed into the redstone lobby. The host had already given Scooby Doo a treat, and he was munching on it happily. As Fred introduced them, Daphne and Velma looked about the lobby and took in their host. Though he seemed miffed by Shaggy and Scooby’s ravenous appetites, he himself didn’t look all that professional to Daphne with his snake bites, gauges, and dark makeup. She thought he’d be more handsome without them. He explained the natural heating and cooling system of the hotel due to the caverns it was connected to, then handed Freddy the keys.

“Definitely!” Velma agreed, smiling slyly at Shaggy when he said they should check out the natural springs inside their suite later. She was looking forward to being alone with him.

Both girls were hoping this mystery would give them the opportunity they needed to get closer to the guys. They were posing as couples - it was perfect! Daphne took Fred by the arm when he mentioned Sinatra’s relationship to the hotel. “I hadn’t known that, Freddy,” she exclaimed. It was oddly romantic for him to know something like that. She wondered if Velma had told him.

Just after Oswald finished his speech about not wandering too far (Hah! Like that was going to happen!) a deafening screech echoed through the lobby, making Daphne jump. Along with the sound came a young gothic woman from around the corner.

“Sorry, don’t mind the bats. It’s mating season for them. Just adds to the romance of the place, don’t you think?” she joked dryly, painted black lips curling slightly. “I’m Ophelia; Oswald’s sister. I’m sure he’s already given you the spiel, so don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything.”

This girl was even creepier than her brother. Her skin was deathly pale and she had large, unnatural eyes made larger with fake lashes and heavy makeup. Her hair was light purple and long. Like her brother, she was eerily beautiful.

“Thanks for the info,” Daphne said in a friendly tone, though given their appearance she wondered if she should tone down her typical cheerful demeanor.

“Don’t worry, we won’t wander off,” Velma assured their gothic hosts. “We’ve got more important matters to attend to.” With that said she strode over to Shaggy and took him by the hand. “Let’s go check out our room, notably those hot springs!”

“Thanks again!” Daphne said to their hosts. “Come on, Freddy, let’s go.” As she walked past him she dragged her fingers along his shoulders and down his arm before settling her hand in his and tugging him along after Velma, Shaggy, and Scooby Doo. She made sure to trail behind the other 3 members of the gang and leaned into Fred a little as they walked. “Wouldn’t it be funny if there actually wasn’t a mystery here? I think we’re owed a little vacation, don’t you think? Should we try and find those natural pools they mentioned?”

***

“Who are they?” Ophelia asked her brother once the meddlesome kids were out of sight. It had been a while since they’d had any guests who weren’t the occasional regulars related to their side business. “They’re a far cry from our usual guests.”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Oswald’s sharp eyes followed the new arrivals on their way up to the residences as his sister joined him behind the register, wondering aloud about who they could be, why they were here. Of course, the same questions were swirling through Ozzy’s mind, it had been quite some time since out-of-towners showed up looking for a room. It wasn’t like they sent out leaflets—there was cause for concern, without question—but Oswald affected a tone of reassurance and walked up behind his sister, slipping his arms around her middle affectionately.

She was younger than him by a matter of minutes, fraternal triplets who’d worked together to kill their third sibling before they were born. Their second victim had been their mother during the delivery—something their father had never quite forgiven them for. In the absence of a mother and suffering the spite of a twisted father bonded the two of them together over the years. They were close, not just as twins, but lovers as well.

“They’re hardly worth an ounce of your precious concern, dear sister,” Oswald pulled her body closer against his, pressing until he could feel the outline of her athletic body behind her layers of skirts, “a bunch of pot-smoking, yuppie morons from what I can tell. The leader, Jones, is the son of a politician—but nothing links either of them to this area. Maybe they’re just big Ratpack fans. We can always scare them off if they get too nosey.”

As he squared his hips to hers, Oswald’s hand moved higher up her snug bodice, caressing her voluptuous breast through the dress. He was impatient to see her naked body before him already. If nothing else, these visitors would interrupt the twins typical fucking schedule and it made Oswald curse them again for being there. Sometimes months would pass without needing to satisfy a guest besides his sister.

“They hardly seem an impenetrable unit. They might even prove themselves useful for what we have in store,” Oswald brushed Ophelia’s hair away from her pale neck and dragged his teeth over the skin there slowly before continuing, “fancy a wager, dearest sister? The winner gets to own and rule the loser for a full night. The first one to seduce one from their group—not counting the mongrel, of course—first to seduce and bed one of them wins. Does that sound like fun?”

Oswald pressed forward even more with his hips, his long cock becoming mildly rigid down the leg of his tuxedo slacks. His fingers closed around the outline of a nipple as he traced the teeth-marks on his sibling’s neck with his tongue.

*-*-*

Past the wide, wooden door marked “RESIDENCES” another chamber opened off of the lobby that dropped down steeply into a much larger and deeper cavern. The huge dome of interconnected tunnels and pathways was primarily lit by a huge chandelier that was eye level with the lobby door. Aside from the golden light from the two-story Tiffany chandelier, there were colored spotlights dug into the pathways that wound around the huge chamber. A map and a color key were posted prominently at the entry from the lobby.

Blue lights went to the pools, orange lights led to the odd numbered rooms, yellow for even room numbers, green lights would apparently lead them to a golf course and red lights would guide them back to the lobby from wherever they were.

The party was forced to head in opposite directions down the hallways that spiraled down to the main cavern floor. Fred and Daphne went left, finding the round, wooden door labeled “RED ROCKS”. Once they entered the room alone together, Fred responded to Daphne’s invitation to check out the pools.

“Great idea, Daph! A dip sounds refreshing—plus,” Fred paused, turning to look Daphne square in the eye, the silence hung heavy for a moment. Was this it? Was this the moment that Fred would finally make a move? “it’ll give me a chance to scout the inner chambers for trap-making materials! These natural caverns raise unique challenges—do you think there might be an abandoned mine cart down here somewhere?”

Fred wasn’t totally sure how to read Daphne’s reaction, so he just went to change into his swimsuit. When Oswald had said that their belongings had been “installed” in the room, Fred didn’t realize that he’d meant unpacked and hung up or folded in drawers. Fred’s bathing suit was folded on top of his towel in the reclaimed teak wood chest of drawers, right next to Daphne’s bikini and towel which he handed her.

“But I wouldn’t get my hopes up about there being no mystery here. They’re keeping a pretty close eye on us for people who have nothing to hide…”

*-*-*

“Like wow, Velma! There really is a hotspring in the room!” Shaggy exclaimed, never shy about how low his bar for amazement was—though in this instance, the fixture was worthy of his reaction to it.

The heated mineral water bubbled up into a natural, stone bowl—perfectly sized for two, or an intimate three bodies to occupy at once. The water overflowed at both corners into water-cut channels that carried the overflow around and down through another hole near the base of the bowl where it seemed to vanish. The drainage cuts were covered by slats of wood that matched the interior, preventing the water from pooling up anywhere feet would touch.

The bed as well took advantage of the natural design of the cavern, a custom-cut, goose down bed was built into a much larger natural pool on the other side of the cavern. This one was dry, however and loaded with lush silk pillows, animal skins and blankets. The central fixture of the room was a massive bear skin rug—likely and original inhabitant of this cave.

Shaggy was unusually dim—but every once in a while he had moments of clarity which served to make his typical dim-wittedness even more frustrating. But in this moment, he successfully diagnosed the situation well enough to discern that it might be better for him and Velma to spend some time alone in this romantic, subterranean suite. Really a high IQ move on his part.

“Hey, uh, Scoob. Why don’t you go see about that pet center they mentioned? Velma and I need to go through our stuff,” Shaggy opened a teak closet door to demonstrate his wardrobe, already hanging, “like make sure nobody messed with it, man. I didn’t think like ‘installed’ meant unpacked and completely put away—did you, Velma?”

It was really an excuse to get rid of his best friend, which kind of made Shaggy sad—but it was worth mentioning that their bags had been gone through. Though Shaggy didn’t have much to worry over, aside from a dime bag and a one-hitter pipe—he justifiably assumed that Velma would have packed notes and literature relating to their mission—which was supposed to be secret.

“R’alright ‘Raggy,” Scoob nodded, the fact that he was being ditched for a girl completely lost on him, “I want some more of those ‘rartisinal treats!”

“Good call, man! Like, save some for me!” Shaggy nodded, letting his dog out to find his way back to the lobby, “we’ll catch up with you for surf and turf!”

“MMMM! Rurf ‘n nerf!”

“Totally, man!” Shaggy closed the door after Scoob left and looked back at Velma, visibly proud of himself for correctly reading the mood of a room, this one time out of hundreds prior, “like, nothing’s missing, is it?”

*-*-*

“…We’re confident that they pose no threat to our plans, Dark Master. Everything is on schedule,” the hooded old man groaned pathetically. His ability for transdimensional communication was so pathetic that it made K’zaylenn sick to his stomach.

The old man still had to barter his flesh to open even the narrowest frame of purple fire to speak with K’zaylenn and his demon-kin sister. But now, it was a boon that the old man had to suffer to hear the Incubus’ words—he let the silence hang for a long moment, deserved punishment.

“I do not appreciate complications at any stage—much less, this late in the process. I will trust your assessment, as I have no choice, but if they interfere in any way, I expect you to handle them once-and-for-all. By that, I mean kill them—lest I be glib and not be fully understood.”

“Y—you are perfectly understood, Dark Master. We will not disappoint you,” the old man grunted, clearly suffering.

“Begone then!” K’zaylenn sighed in frustration. She would undoubtedly blame him for this…

 

[Emstar303]

Daphne was glad the color codes were clear on the map in the lobby. She knew the caverns wove for miles underground, and it would be just her luck to fall down a trap door and wind up at the very bottom. At least she would know her way back if that happened.

When they entered the room Fred said it was a great idea to check out the natural pools and she beamed at him in response. His compliments always made her feel warm… but then her smile slowly faltered as he went on to discuss looking for materials for traps and wondering if there would be mines further down in the caverns.

“I don’t know, Fred. I guess we can only hope,” she said with a slight sarcasm that would fly right over his head. It was so frustrating.

Daphne was adept at finding traps, well, falling into them. Freddy's trap was one she'd fallen in long ago, except she couldn't seem to find her way out of this one, and there was no one to save her except the man who'd laid it.

She hoped this particular investigation, posing as a couple, would grant her the opportunity to get closer to Freddy. She hoped being alone with him would spark something, but he was just so clueless and all he wanted to discuss were traps. Did he never relax? Sometimes Daphne wondered if Freddy would even make a move if she stood naked in front of him! Just how many times would she have to lean over his little book of traps with her cleavage on full display until he finally noticed her in the way she wanted to be noticed?

Fred found their swimsuits in a wooden chest. In fact, it seemed all their things had been put away for them. Her dresses hung in the closet. Even her panties were placed delicately, lain on top of each other in one of the dressers, layered perfectly so each bit of lace from the one underneath peeked out just so. The idea of a stranger touching her things sent a chill up her spine. She agreed with Fred’s suspicion. “You’re right. There’s definitely something going on here. It’s totally creepy they went through our things!”

She took her bikini and towel from Fred and went into the bathroom to change. She undressed and primped herself in the mirror a little bit. The frame of the mirror was dark, and the light fixture above it had mini gargoyles on either side. She practiced a few cute facial expressions in the mirror then changed into her purple bikini. It was solid purple, with some simple decals, no elaborate designs or anything. Daphne didn’t want anything to distract from all her exposed skin.

She figured Fred would be changed by now so she didn’t bother to ask before exiting the bathroom. “Are you ready to go?” she asked. Daphne leaned a little against the doorframe, hand on her hip, showing off her feminine curves.



Shaggy and Velma had definitely gotten the better of the two rooms. The earthy, natural beauty of the caves was evident even through the gothic decor. They had nature’s equivalent of a hot tub in their hotel room right by the bed! Both options looked so inviting. It was a beautiful room but marred by the bearskin rug and the fact their hosts gave her the heebie-jeebies.

“Great thinking, Shaggy! It is odd they went through our things,” Velma agreed with Shaggy’s oddly astute observation. "Something strange is definitely going on here.” She was concerned their hosts would now likely suspect they were not just romantic travelers. She had a book about the history of the caverns throughout the centuries and even a letter from their employer, Dr. Walsh. It was just a list of bat species to be on the lookout for in the cave. This note was just for Velma’s own curiosity and had nothing to do with the case, but she knew from Dr. Walsh that she’d attempted to buy this property from the twins for a steal so they were acquainted. It wasn’t a great start for those you were investigating to have suspicions about you, but they'd been in worse situations.

Velma immediately went to sort through her things to see if anything was missing and look for evidence of mishandling. She was so intent she almost missed Shaggy’s surprisingly brilliant (for him) plan to give them some alone time for a little while. Scooby agreed, eager to find more artisanal treats at the pet center.

Having a talking dog was great most of the time, but not when Shaggy devoted most of his attention to Scooby Doo and not to her. It would be great to have some alone time with him. Velma may not look it with her conservative orange sweater, but she was a woman with needs. In the hectic mystery business, rife with surprises and unexpected encounters, you had to be ready for a tryst at any opportunity. Why do you think she wore such a short skirt?

“Nothing of mine is missing. What about you? Still got the pot?” Velma asked. She’d grown oddly fond of the herb since dating him. Was Shaggy rubbing off on her too much? She had to keep her wits about her on the job though. That particular indulgence was for the back of the van on a long drive; Now was the time for a different indulgence.

“We’ll have to investigate these ghoulish hosts further…” Velma said. She took a step closer to Shaggy. “But first, since we finally have some alone time…” She smiled at him mischievously. Then she reached down to the hem of her orange sweater and pulled it up and over her head in one swift motion, wasting no time. Her breasts were larger than her sweater made them appear, and they seemed to press urgently against her simple but cute bra, enticing Shaggy to touch them.

“Let’s get undressed and get into the hotspring."



Ophelia sighed contentedly as her twin brother wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her into his body. She was comforted at the feeling of his hips pressing into the curve of her ass, his hands resting on the sides of her slender waist. He was always able to ease her anxieties with his soft touches and soothing words. They had a bond like no other. Who else could claim they knew their lover since birth? Their love had blossomed as the result of having no one else but each other. They were raised by a cruel, uncaring father who’d never forgive them for their mother’s death. He would still bring it up sometimes, even now. Her brother was her one true confidant, her partner in crime. They belonged together, and she didn’t care that it was taboo, she was going to do it anyway.

“The idea of scaring them off does sound intriguing, but I suppose we should wait and see what they are up to, first.” Ophelia was looking for an opportunity to try out the elaborate and convincing costumes she’d designed for them that fit right into the aesthetic of the hotel.

A little moan slipped past her lips when her brother began feeling her up through her corset, one hand sliding up from her waist to cup her breast, which was somewhat flattened by her tight clothing. Her breasts strained against the fabric, aching to be freed, even more so now at her brother’s caress. He pinched her nipples, kissed the back of her neck, dragged his teeth over her tender flesh and Ophelia shivered. She felt him pressing into her ass even through the layers of skirts as he explained his plan.

“Mmm that does sound like fun... If we go through with this plan, it may backfire and they may not want to leave,” Ophelia warned with a smirk on her lips, mostly joking. Despite their reclusiveness, Ophelia considered them to be masters of seduction. How hard could it be to seduce this group of misfits? “If it does… we’ll break out the costumes,” she said with mild excitement, as much as was appropriate for one such as herself. She rubbed her ass against him, seeking to be closer, though she knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to do much more than this until their guests were out of their hair, especially if she wanted to win the wager with her brother. Incest was a turnoff to normal people, no matter how attractive the siblings were.



The powerful demoness strode over to her brother. Her large tits seemed to defy gravity in her skimpy outfit. Despite their size, they were perky and her nipples upturned, always begging to be licked. But for once she was not quite in the mood. She was angry, infuriated even.

Desponia smashed a goblet on the table and kicked over a nearby chair. It skidded across the floor and crashed into the rock wall of Hell. As powerful, high-level demons, they had a dark, spindly but imposing castle all their own. “I grow tired of waiting, K’zaylenn. It seems these mortals get worse and worse at following directions every generation.”

She glared at her brother, taking out her anger on him. “I don’t see why you are so soft with the old man. I wish I could reach through that portal and slice his throat.”

How many centuries has it been? She longed to enter the human realm and walk amongst the mortals, longed to cause chaos, destruction, heartache, and agony once again.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Like, still safe and secure!” Shaggy crooned gratefully, holding up the tiny bag of green herb and the equally small pipe that he brought with him for travel, “thank goodness… like, I don’t know if I could make it for a whole trip out here without—Zoinks!”

Shaggy nearly dropped and shattered his little pipe as he turned around to see Velma’s huge, squishy, Double-D cup tits bouncing free in his face. Velma had been notoriously shy and even what he might call “closed-off” for most of the time he’d known her, but ever since she agreed to try some pot with Shaggy in the back of the Mystery Machine, that time when one unexpected thing led so unexpectedly to another unexpected thing—Velma was really breaking out of her shell.

Sex and drugs hardly seemed like things that would top the list of things Shaggy and Velma had in common, but as she seemed to be gaining an appreciation for smoking herb, he was certainly enjoying the new, sexual component to their relationship—so long as it all stayed a secret from his best friend Scooby Doo.

Shaggy packed the pipe hastily, but with precision—he didn’t have much pot to last them the week, nor did he have any connections to dealers in this part of the country, so he had to make the little dime sack last. But once he’d securely broken up and packed a tiny, snapper bowl, he handed the pipe and the lime green, Bic lighter to Velma before diving face-first into her overflowing, round cleavage.

“Oumph!” Shaggy made a noise like he had when he swallowed the big sandwich whole, this time thrusting his face into the chasm created by the union of Velma’s huge tits—his hands sank into the soft silk of her over-taxed bra cups as he squeezed her ample tit-flesh inward from both sides, mashing his head between them, “squi-shy! Squi-shy! Squi-shy!”

In spite of his juvenile and unconventional modes of foreplay, Shaggy’s cock was growing hard down the leg of his baggy, brown corduroys—demonstrating, rather definitively, that he had a uniquely huge cock. Flaccid, the thing hung nearly to his knees and as it got harder it seemed even larger, it had to be a foot long at least.

When he was finished bouncing Velma’s gigantic, sweater cannons around his face, he reached back to squeeze his hands around the equally squishy cheeks of her thick booty. His fingers sank in, his cock got harder.

“Like, last one in has to give head first!” Shaggy suddenly shouted, his face popping up from between Velma’s tit’s like a prairie dog on the narrow stalk of his neck.

Shaggy sprinted toward the tub, leaving his clothes hanging in the air where he’d been. He hit the surface of the water with a splash, sending the hot mineral water splashing in all directions, some even splashing across the edge of the bed—though most of the overflow drained neatly into the channel below the tub.

“Zoinks!” Shaggy cried out in a high pitched voice, standing suddenly and hot footing his way up to perch on the edge of the tub, “like—it’s like—totally, like—boiling hot!”

Shaggy’s upper arms and shoulders showed immediate evidence of mild burns where he first landed in the pool.

“Is there ice in that bucket?” Shaggy gestured to the bottle of Moet champagne that was chilling on ice in a copper bucket, “like, see if that will help cool it down.”

Despite the unexpected detour to the edge of the pool, Shaggy’s cock was still hard as the stone the pool was made of. He smiled bashfully at Velma, slightly embarrassed at hurting himself, but glad to have spared Velma from a similar fate. He also hoped she’d honor his impromptu prop bet and come suck him after managing the water temperature.

*-*-*

Oswald nearly snarled when his attempts at getting inside his sister’s skirts behind the petrified wood desk were abruptly foiled by that heinous mongrel dog coming loping back through the door at the rear of the lobby.

“I thought they were supposed to be keeping you on a leash,” Oswald called after Scooby Doo in a tone laced with disgust, removing his hands from his sibling’s garments, losing his place, “what can we do for you?”

Oswald straightened his vest, trying to disguise his hard-on in his slacks.

“’Rartisrinal ‘reats!” Scooby announced proudly, artisanal obviously being new vocabulary for him.

“You’re hungry… again?” Oswald was disgusted, he sighed to regain composure, “right this way, sir. I’m sure you’ll enjoy some of this smoked salmon…”

“Mmmm-mm!” Scoob agreed, happily following Oswald into the dining area where they could access the kitchens. Oswald’s attitude was completely lost on Scooby Doo.

Oswald gave one last mournful look back after Ophelia, his eyes communicating exactly how dissatisfied he was to be hosting a dog instead of continuing to navigate her clothing. It was barely a few moments after Oswald was gone that the Pahrump Sheriff’s car pulled up outside the lobby.

Sheriff Conners envisioned himself as being an accomplice to the less-than-lawful dealings of the Lowlands Chateau, so he took it upon himself to follow up on the hippie van that had pulled in that day. The Sheriff wanted strangers poking around the Chateau probably less than the twins did. Conners wasn’t the trusting type.

The khaki collar of the Sheriff’s uniform was dabbled with dark spots where his sweat had soaked the material dark. All around his collar, down his hairy chest and even at the edges of his sleeves, the cowboy hat that he always wore was wet around the middle and even bore overlapping lines in the pattern where generations of sweat stains left behind salt outlines after they dried, rising and falling chaotically like an EKG of a heart attack.

“Ophelia, I’m glad it’s you,” Conners smiled, he had delusions that Ophelia was interested in him, since he was practically the only person she ever saw outside of her blood relatives, “it looked like a van full of hippies I don’t recognize came in here earlier today. Is everything okay? Still on schedule?”

Conners’ favorite way to pass the time when on duty was to loiter in the lavish bar of the Chateau and drink their expensive Scotch. Pahrump wasn’t exactly a crime capital. The expensive Scotch was wasted on him though, as he drank it like big shots rather than sipping it and savoring it the way good Scotch ought to have been.

*-*-*

“You look great, Daph!” Fred’s typical tone didn’t lack for enthusiasm, but it was subtext that his compliment lacked. Like he was stating something obvious but nobody noticed—like he was cracking the case of How Daphne Looks in a Bikini. It was an observation, not an invitation.

For his part, Fred was in great shape, standing shirtless with his board shorts and towel. His shoulders were broad and his chest was muscular, well-defined and completely hairless. His arms, too bore the deep lines of large muscles despite the fact that he never seemed to exercise or even watch what he ate closely.

Fred draped Daphne’s towel around her neck and opened the door for her.

“Let me know if you spot any deep pits or load-baring stalactites that I could use for a trap later,” Fred remarked over his shoulder, leading the way down the carved staircase, following the blue lights.

The communal hot springs were much more elaborate and massive than the smaller iteration in the other suite. There were multiple stone pools filled with cool water that joined a small, red-sand beach where a wide, blue curl of the subterranean river came to a nearly total stop before bending back the way it came. There was a diving platform with stairs carved up to it along the wall where the river disappeared back into the caverns. Submerged blue lights demonstrated that the water was very deep below the outcropping of rock.

Higher up, above the cold pools, several bubbling shelfs in the wall filled a half dozen pools of various sizes, cascading down to create a system of pools of descending hotness.

“Hey, check it out, Daph! Swan dive!” Fred exclaimed, tossing his towel over a chaise lounge carved from the rock. He ran all the way up to the diving platform where he executed a perfect, late-breaking swan dive—his wide shoulders piercing the water with almost no splash or sound.

*-*-*

“Desponia, you’re welcome to pursue your own scheme to infiltrate earth realm,” K’zaylenn rolled his eyes, “however, if you wish to follow me, you’ll need to wait. The veil grows thinner and, on the morrow, during Samhain, the old man will do his part and bring us through. Once we’re through, you can skin the old man to make a lamp shade for all I care—but until then, I need the old man and his ungrateful children too.”

This news of guests staying at the hotel would not be met well by Desponia—but it was useless to try and deceive her. Instead, he resolved to try and massage her expectations, to spin the situation in a way that might make her less of a knife in his ribs until the time of transformation arrived.

“Once we get there, you should know, there will be ample prey for us both—not counting the Reddings,” K’zaylenn shifted, suddenly resembling Fred, naked and perhaps even a bit exaggerated in some of his proportions, “there’s even a pretty, stupid one—just like you like.”

Next, K’zaylenn shifted into Shaggy’s likeness, exaggerating even Shaggy’s unique appendage.

“And a stupid one with a huge cock—” his voice changed, imitating Shaggy, “like couldn’t you just drain this monster for a week?”

 

[Emstar303]

Velma wondered if she would ever tire of Shaggy’s over the top reaction to her breasts. The first time she revealed them she swore he stared and drooled for minutes before finally touching her. For a dorky girl like Velma the appreciation was nice.

Shaggy took her inquiry about the pot to mean she wanted to smoke it, and he automatically packed a tiny bowl for them. After he handed her the lighter and pipe, Shaggy dug into Velma’s cleavage like he dug into an oversized sandwich. He buried his face in between her substantial breasts and squeezed them, murmuring about how squishy they were. Velma wasn’t exactly charmed by his juvenile behavior, but it did feel nice and she liked the attention. He motorboated her tits as he squeezed the sides, burying his fingers into her squishy tit flesh.

Since he’d already packed the bowl she figured she’d smoke it. It wasn’t that much, plus, sex with Shaggy was often better stoned, made his oddities seem more normal. He was an unconventional one for sure, but his cock, oh lord his cock! Velma couldn’t resist it. It was huge! It was honestly like a scientific anomaly. She hadn’t been a virgin the first time she’d had sex with Shaggy, but man did that thing hurt the first time! It had taken some getting used to. She kind of liked that a scrawny goofy guy like Shaggy was packing a massive meatstick that only she got to enjoy.

Velma placed her finger over the carb and sparked the lighter. She took a hit from the pipe and held it in her lungs for a moment. Shaggy’s hands moved to her ass just as she breathed out, digging into her plump ass cheeks, and the smoke got caught in her mouth a moment when her lips clamped together to moan. Then all of a sudden he challenged her to a race and shot out of his clothes and into the hot spring.

Velma was not prepared for this challenge, but it turned out to be fortunate she was slow to react, as Shaggy cried out in pain the moment he entered the bubbling water.

“Jinkies! Is it possible they’re trying to kill us already?” Velma pondered. Shaggy’s skin was bright red. The burns weren’t serious, but they did look painful. She went to get the ice bucket and poured the cool water onto his arms and chest. Then she handed Shaggy the pipe and lighter to distract him while she rushed to the bathroom and ran the shower. It was abnormally hot as well. She brought the temperature gauge all the way down then ran out back to Shaggy.

“Maybe there’s temperature control for the springs somewhere, but Oswald did say the natural springs run through lava veins, so if the temperature of the natural springs fluctuates there isn't much we can do. For now, let’s cool you off!” She took his hand and led him to the bathroom.

“There’s also something else suspicious here….” she said with a twinkle in her eye. She took a very long look at his erect cock. “I think I’ll have to investigate,” she joked. Anyone would think that was cringey but hopefully Shaggy would find it amusing. Velma stripped off the rest of her clothes hurriedly. Her short red skirt lay on the ground alongside her tiny orange thong. Her huge tits sprang free from her too-tight bra and seemed to bounce enticingly in Shaggy’s direction. She had some freckles on her shoulders and arms and a mole above her pubic mound. Her pussy was covered in soft, curly brown hair. Her curvy body now fully revealed, Velma pushed Shaggy into the cold stream of water that was flowing from the showerhead.

She shivered from the cold but knew his hot, hard cock would warm her up. Velma caressed his cock in her soft palms and pressed her torso against his under the cold water. She kissed him as she stroked his length with both hands. Even two hands wasn’t nearly enough to cover all of him. “Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth, rubbed her body against his. “This, in particular, is quite mysterious…” she gave his cock a squeeze then lowered down to her knees in front of him. The enormity of it at this angle was jaw-dropping. It looked so imposing, glistening in the water, impossibly thick and long. Velma opened her mouth wide and sucked on Shaggy’s cock with enthusiasm. She lowered her mouth further on him, tongue sliding along past the head and further down the shaft. The tip of his cock reached the back of her throat quickly. She started bobbing her head, stopping just shy of choking herself on his humongous cock.

She rubbed her thighs together, greatly aroused from sucking his cock. He was a blurry sight above her, but she did her best to look at him as she devoured him like Shaggy devoured a popsicle. She was eager for her turn, but it was always nice to spend some quality time with his gigantic penis. She’d have to remember to pull off before he came - his diet of junk food didn’t exactly lend itself to yummy cum. Besides, it had been a long drive. She wanted him inside her.



Daphne was happy Fred thought she looked great, but he should know she looked more than great. He should tell her she looked gorgeous, or better yet, sexy, ooh, or breathtaking! He had the same excited look in his eye that he got when he admired a new contraption. She wanted him to look at her like he desired her, and if he couldn’t look at her like that when she was in so little clothing, was there any hope for him?

She hoped there was because he was incredibly handsome and oddly sweet. He placed her towel around her neck and opened the door for her like a gentleman and Daphne smiled at him.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be on the lookout,” she said as they left their hotel room, but she was more focused on his broad shoulders and the muscles in his back then being on the lookout for trap materials. It was a rare opportunity to see Fred in a swimsuit and she wasn’t going to pass it up. Fred was nice to look at, that was for sure.

The hot springs were a nice view too and she gasped into the balmy air as all the overlapping and cascading bodies of water came into view. “This might be the most beautiful place we’ve ever been to!” she said excitedly.

Daphne dipped her foot in the nearest pool of water, then another, and another. They all seemed to be varying degrees of cool, but higher up they looked warmer, steam rising from the tops. Daphne would like to lounge in the warmer pools but Freddy was already halfway up the diving board.

“Nice one, Freddy!” she said genuinely when he emerged from the water after his swan dive. His body had looked especially appealing during his dive. Daphne followed in his path up to the same platform, wanting to show off her daredevil side too.

“Check me out!” she called down to their oblivious leader. She raised her hands high and posed for a moment. She took a few jumps to pump herself up (Could Freddy get a good view of her tits bouncing from this angle?) then made a move to spring off the diving board, just as a group of bats descended out of nowhere, startling her.

“Ahh!” she shrieked. “Get off, get off!!” As she fell, she flung her arms about wildly, even though the bats had long since passed. Daphne hit the water in a painful belly flop. The impact was hard and she went shooting down into the depths of the water. She was gasping for breath by the time she emerged. She could hear bats screeching overhead. She swam over to Fred and grumbled. “Why does all the creepy stuff always have to happen to me?”



Her brother’s sensual kisses to the back of her neck ceased all of a sudden when Scooby Doo entered. The siblings parted and Ophelia glared as the impudent canine approached. She was glad her brother was the one to deal with him and get him some more “‘rartisrinal ‘treats”. She detested dogs, especially strange, talking ones.

Ophelia returned her brother’s mournful look with one of her own. He’d gotten her going and she did not like to be interrupted. She smoothed out her skirts and sighed, irritated. Her eyes followed her brother until he left the room then flashed to the door when she heard it open. The portly sheriff entered. Yet another source of irritation.

She had no idea what had given him the impression, but he seemed to think she was fond of him. The sweaty, older fellow leaned over the reception desk and tipped his hat in greeting. Ugh, now she’d have to wipe it down! The sheriff regularly left sweat stains all over their bar when he came in to get trashed on his downtime, of which he seemed to have a lot. Ophelia didn’t hide the look of disdain on her face as she addressed him. “Hello, Sheriff.”

He inquired about their strange visitors. Ophelia tried to reassure him, her icy grey eyes boring into his squinty ones. “Everything’s fine. Oswald and I can more than handle a group of meddling kids. You don’t need to worry. I assure you everything is still on schedule” She patted him condescendingly on the hand, which he would likely mistake for affection. "Now, if there's nothing else? I really do need to get back to work."



Her fellow demon had always been more level headed and patient than her. Desponia was full of fire and brimstone, but K’zaylenn was more a slow moving lava flow, It was just easier to go along with his plans and enjoy the aftermath.

The dark demoness was not pleased to hear there would be additional humans at the hotel to deal with. She wanted the summoning ritual to be free of problems. Once they got to the surface they could start intermingling with the living and torture who they pleased, but until then they needed to ensure these stupid humans followed their instructions to a T. Any other stupid humans getting involved would just complicate things.

Still, the prey K’zaylenn transformed into did look pretty appealing. She laughed at his pathetic impression of the lanky one. She did not need to know Shaggy himself to find amusement in it. Seeing K’zaylenn as any human was always highly amusing. He also exaggerated the strangest aspects. She wondered if this lanky idiot really did have a cock that big, or if her fellow demon was just messing with her.

“That’s so bad it’s hilarious, but you do have a point. I love my prey young and stupid. Having a monstrous cock doesn’t hurt either,” she said. She strode over to her companion and ran a long-nailed finger down his transmogrified cock. “Today will feel like an eternity to wait. How ever will we pass the time?” she said, being rather melodramatic. She was a demon after all, tied to Hell for all eternity. But it had been so long since she’d been on the surface, and they were so close to making it happen this time.

Tormenting those on the surface was so much more satisfying than torturing the souls in Hell. They were so vulnerable to pain, not unphased by it like the humans fated to live the rest of eternity in Hell.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Zoinks!” Shaggy squealed when the cold water touched his fresh burn, but in spite of the shock of cold, Velma’s tenderness felt good and helped him to increase to full rigidity in spite of the pain and the cold, “like, Scooby always puts butter on my burns—and then he licks it off after.”

Shaggy chuckled a bit, gladly receiving the pipe—the most efficient pain reliever he knew of. He almost dropped the pipe as Velma tugged him toward the shower—almost predatory in her flirtation. Shaggy liked that about her, a laid-back, go-with-the-flow type like him needed someone with direction and purpose—who wasn’t shy about what she wanted and most often knew what was best for him as well. Yet Shaggy never felt nagged or emasculated by her either, but maybe that was due to how often and eagerly she wanted to fuck him.

“Like, that’s going to be one long investigation, man!” Shaggy joked back with her as she began touching his personal Mystery Machine—inwardly he admonished himself for calling her ‘man’—it was not sexy, but speech patterns were tough to break, “I think you’d, like, better get a closer look.”

Shaggy bit his lip as Velma shed the last remnants of her clothes—if anyone could fuck things up at this stage, it was Shaggy. He needed to shut the hell up and just let this happen. As much as he enjoyed joking around with Velma, playing sexy games, he was like the Michael Jordan of putting his foot in his mouth.

“Oof!” Shaggy kind of bounced off the red granite tiles of the shower wall as Velma pushed him into the stream of cold water, he’d been distracted by her jiggly-bits and hadn’t braced for being pushed at all.

Fortunately, the soft embrace of Velma’s body was there to catch him on the rebound from the wall. They kissed passionately and caressed one another. Shaggy, squeezing her round ass with both hands and Velma caressing his cock with both hands. Shaggy’s tongue wound furiously against hers—his cock was hard like cast iron, his whole body was humming with its resonation.

“Ohh-oh-ho-ohh man…” Shaggy moaned, this was more of a generalized ‘oh man,’ than referring to Velma as such, or at least he reasoned it to be so as his hand came down to rest gently on the back of her bobbing head as she serviced his cock, “like, that feels sooooo groovy!”

Shaggy’s skinny body bore the lines of his lean muscles well, his body mostly smooth aside from the small, tumble of curly hair at the very center of his chest and an uncharacteristically organized pubic bush. Even his legs and underarms were naturally hairless. After a while of Velma gaging on his big rod, Shaggy helped her back into a deep and passionate kiss before trading places with her and pushing gently between her shoulder-blades until her round boobs swelled against the tile.

Shaggy made a fist in Velma’s wet hair, just gently pressing her cheek against the tile as well as he began stroking her pussy with the head of his rigid dripping cock.

“I think you’re about to have a breakthrough in the case…” Shaggy whispered, able to keep his annoying speech patterns in check long enough to continue their little game, “like, a groundbreaking discovery.”

With that, Shaggy pushed forward, shoving the full length of his shaft inside of his thick girlfriend. His natural height and size forced her up onto her toes as he pushed gently but almost unkindly against her deepest spots. He kissed the back of her neck slowly as he wrestled with her guts for space in her stomach.

*-*-*

“DAPHNE!!” Fred shouted, his voice suddenly alive with bass and intensity—something about Daphne being in danger of mortal harm unlocked an inner masculinity in him that was seemingly, otherwise absent.

When the bats interrupted her dive and made her land awkwardly in the water, Fred swung his arms in perfect arcs over his head and jack-knifed his body—kicking above the surface to dove down and cradle his arms under hers. She seemed to be okay, making a comment about the creepy stuff always happening to her… it was then that Fred realized where his hands were—

In his haste to help Daphne to keep her head above water after slamming hard from the diving board, Fred had been more worried about keeping his arms in place to float her as he slid them under her arms—but in this position, his hands were squarely wrapped around her breasts. He squeezed them together one time, just to be sure—yep, those were her breasts.

Fred blushed as he realized that feeling her breasts like this was making him somewhat aroused inside his board shorts, and he had her backside pressed against him in this rescue position.

“Oops! I, um—” Fred apologized but made no move to move his hands, or where his boner was poking at her firm backside, “I didn’t mean…”

At least, not at first, he didn’t.

*-*-*

Sheriff Conners smiled, looking down at where Olivia had touched his hand. Instigating physical contact—just like the book had said she might. In his ongoing interest in Olivia, he’d begun reading a book called “Interpreting Female Intentions: How to tell how she feels about you” with some presumptive interest. There was a whole chapter titled “instigating physical contact.”

Utilizing what the book had talked about, Conners answered her contract with contact of his own. He did, in fact leave a streaking, wet spot behind on the counter as he raised his hand up to wetly caress the side of her face. His palm was even damper than his forearm and for some inexplicable reason smelled like corn chips.

“I’m glad to hear that everything is going to plan. Have you considered how you’re going to spend your share? You and your brother can’t spend everything maintaining this dusty old place. I’m thinking about getting a sports car myself… but then again, I might look into one of them ‘lectric deals. A Tessler.”

Conners still knew frightfully little about Ophelia, but he’d always assumed she was some kind of tree-hugger. Why else would she and her brother dedicate their lives to maintaining this dead, useless space? He wanted to know more about her causes and convictions so that he could make them his causes and convictions. That was from the chapter titled “Common Interests: The Foundation of Chemistry.”

*-*-*

K’zaylenn sighed exasperated and breaking character. He had enough to worry about with these hapless mortals responsible for their transference into the mortal realm—as much fun as it was to fuck Desponia’s supple body for days on end. Demons could fuck one another—but it was nothing like the way they could prey upon mortals—draining their spiritual energy and making eager thralls of them.

When one demon fucked another, the transference of power typically worked out about even—especially when they were both powerful seduction beasts like the Incubus and Succubus siblings.

Whether it was a waste of time or not, K’zaylenn was powerless to deny Desponia anything—least of all, a diversion of the flesh. He snapped back into character, slowly stroking his cock which was… perhaps, a bit exaggerated from its original model. The voice that K’zaylenn affected, however, was flawless in its integrity to the original.

“Like, whoa! I’ve gluttonously eaten myself into a type of paralysis, man! I’m, like, totally helpless against all kinds of demons and whores who might like to drain my balls like Capri Sun pouches! I hope no sexy succubus comes along and makes my big dumb cock start cumming all over the place!”

 

[Emstar303]

“I'm all right, Freddy,” Daphne breathed, hyper aware of his nearly naked body against hers in the water as he “rescued” her. She’d been fine all along, but Fred had overreacted as usual. He always did when it came to her. She was danger prone, Danger Prone Daphne, as Velma had deemed her. Daphne didn’t like being known as the group klutz all the time, but in this instance it had worked out in her favor, because Fred’s hands were cupping her breasts. Freddy's hands were cupping her breasts! She felt the unmistakable pressure of a bulge pressing into her backside as well. Somehow her danger prone nature had finally paid off in the most wonderful way.

Fred gave her breasts a brief squeeze but then stood absolutely still behind her, like a deer in her headlights, frozen with his hands on her breasts, his only movement his hardening cock against her ass. Daphne’s breath came faster as the seconds passed. Her hands found his hips under the water and she held him firmly against her. Daphne sighed softly in contentment and just basked in his closeness for a moment. Then she slowly rubbed her body against his sensually, moaning in delight when his cock twitched in response.

“Oh, Freddy, you really do want me!” she exclaimed happily. She twisted around so she faced him. His hands fell from her breasts during the transition, but now they were chest to chest, and Daphne could feel his hardness pressing against her center. She gasped at the feeling.

She flung her arms around his neck and pulled his head down so his lips could meet hers. She’d wanted him for so long she didn’t waste any time in slipping her tongue between his lips, kissing him passionately.

Daphne was like a lioness in heat. She couldn't let this opportunity slip away. Her hands squeezed the muscles of his back, slid up and down his muscular form. She kissed him heatedly for a long, intoxicating moment, before finally pulling back to look him in his beautiful blue eyes. "I’ve always wanted you,” she admitted, breathless.

He should know that of course, but even though he was smart when it came to solving mysteries, he was a huge idiot when it came to romance. She knew she couldn’t be anything but direct with him. She ground her body against his, moaned in response to his hard cock poking her through his board shorts. She took one of his hands and guided it back to cup her breast once more to encourage him.



Velma moaned around Shaggy’s cock when he laid a hand to the back of her head to encourage her. She could do with less of the ‘oh mans’, but she was glad he was clearly enjoying her talented tongue. There was so much cock to suck on and it was really turning her on to try and take more of it inside her mouth each time. One of her hands reached between her thighs and she began rubbing her clit in time with the motions of her mouth. When neither could wait anymore Shaggy pulled Velma up and she stood, slipping clumsily to her feet. She caught him in a wet, warm kiss before he turned her around, pressing her thick body into the red tile. Her breasts pressed hard against the wall, her nipples surely hard enough to scrape away the tile. Tit flesh overflowed from the sides as Shaggy held her against the wall. She felt Shaggy at her opening and his hand on her head, gently pushing her right cheek into the tile. He was surprisingly smooth then, telling her she was about to make a groundbreaking discovery in the mysterious case of Shaggy’s superhuman cock. Velma felt his impossibly large cock pressing against her opening and then...

“Jinkies!” Velma exclaimed as Shaggy rammed his mammoth pole inside her. “Ohhh this is quite the laaarrrge clue...” her sentence trailed off into a moan as Shaggy began fucking her against the cool tile, one hand on her hip and the other holding her head in place, tanged in her wet hair. Her hair was a little longer now from the water, so Shaggy had to push it aside in order to lay tender kisses to the back of her neck. They were a sugar sweet contrast to the hardness of his cock splitting her open. Velma turned her head to the side to encourage him, enjoying his kisses and the way his cock stretched her tight pussy.

She liked the slightly rough way he handled her body too, like he couldn’t quite help himself but to bury as much of his massive cock inside of her all at once, and then continue pressing, seeking more. Shaggy never seemed quite in control of his lanky body except for when he was fucking her like this, holding her in place and splitting her open with his huge cock. It was like it had a mind of its own as it squeezed inside her body, stretching her vagina to force her body to accommodate him. She liked the pressure of his hand on her head as he held her against the tile, angling her how he wanted her. Her thick, creamy ass shook with each thrust of his skinny hips against her thick, jiggly ass. It seemed impossible how Shaggy could fill her thick but petite body up like this with his huge cock. How he fit inside her may be the only mystery she’d never solve.

Velma moaned as she felt his hips flush against hers and felt his cock so deep, impossibly deep inside her. She felt his hips just a fraction apart from hers and knew he was almost in all the way. The pleasure pain was intoxicating as he reached spots inside of her she’d only found were there because of him. Velma would have slipped on the wall if not for having Shaggy holding her in place. She moaned low and long and flung her head back from the wall, forcing his hand, tangled in her short brown hair, back with her as her back arched and her hands clawed at the tile. Shaggy was so fucking deep, the consitency of his deep fucking was building inside her. Her tongue slipped out; her eyes rolled. Fuck, he felt so good.



Ophelia tensed as Sheriff Conners caressed her face. It was positively vile. The disgust showed plain on her face when he pulled away. She could feel the weight of the sweat streak he’d left behind on her delicate white cheek and wanted to vomit. She plucked a tissue from the box on the counter and rubbed at her cheek.

If they didn’t need him on their side for their schemes she would have slapped his hand onto the counter and spat in his face, but she resisted. They needed the law on their side. She just dreaded the day he’d finally gain the courage to ask him out. Ophelia didn’t like dealing with agitated people, and Mr. Conners would surely get agitated if she denied him. So she smiled as politely as she listened to him speak.

He asked her what she planned to do with the money. God, he just could not take a hint. She was not interested in chatting with him about his “Tessler”. Ophelia didn’t bother to correct him. “I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet.” she said curtly. Get the hell away from you, that’s what. She thought. She knew she wanted to get out of this place eventually, maybe go somewhere up north, out of the sweltering sun, but she wouldn’t go anywhere without her brother, and she didn’t want Conners to know what he plans where, whatever she ended up deciding them to be.

They didn’t get many visitors in this town, and Ophelia liked it that way. Just her and her twin brother, that’s all she needed. Once they helped their father with his ritual they could sneak off into the night with all the money they’d laundered through the hotel, never to return again. Hopefully. Having eternal life would be pretty metal too, if her father’s promises were to be believed about a demon’s blessing.

Before the Sheriff could ask any more questions, Ophelia swooped out from behind the counter. "Excuse me," she said curtly to the sheriff as she passed. She went towards the dining area where her brother had gone to fetch the dog a treat. Though she detested dogs, she disliked entertaining Sheriff Conners even more. “Oswald, are you about done? I’d like to go entertain our guests but I think Sheriff Conners would like someone to make him a drink.”

She knew he would catch on to the desperation in her voice. He knew Ophelia loathed being around the Sheriff alone.



Demons, especially succubi, fucked on the regular like humans drank water. It was just part of their daily routine. K’zaylenn was one of Desponia’s favorite demon kin to fuck. Somehow she never seemed to tire of him despite their centuries of suffering and madness together. She enjoyed how he allowed her to boss him around and tease him. He was also the only one who could put up with her never ending complaining and constant need for more.

She smirked at his impression of Shaggy. “Helpless, are you?” she purred. She got to her knees in front of him, grasped his cock in between her soft, pale grey palms. She tapped her long, pointed blood red nail on the head. Tendrils of light blonde hair tickled down her chest. She leaned in, planted a wet, sloppy kiss to his inner thigh. “You do…” She kissed his ballsack, then opened her mouth and gave it a good, hard suck. “Have a…” She moved upward, lips at the base of his cock, black eyes staring into his as she leaned back to look at him, the arch in her back an impossible angle.

“Big”

She kissed up the side, avoided the head, and kissed back down, her long, slippery forked tongue teasing his cock up and down.

“Dumb”

She placed her lips at the head, flicked her tongue into the slit and wiggled it. Her eyes rolled back briefly as she did, taking genuine pleasure in the taste of him.

“Cock”

With that she popped his cokchead inside her mouth and moaned. She went deeper, slowly, dragging her plump lips down his cock, her tongue salivating all over his shaft, leaking down to his ballsack.

After minutes, maybe hours, time was a strange concept down here, of sucking on him, Desponia slowed her sucking but left wet, warm kisses to his cockhead. Confident in her abilities, Desponia was sure he’d be just about begging to enter her warm, wet pussy, but she wanted to tease him a little more first. She decided to tantalize him with their prey like he had before, but first, a brief trip down memory lane was in order.

Desponia closed her eyes and transformed her figure into a young nun from the Middle Ages. She was fond of this memory. Degrading the self-righteous religious types was always the most satisfying. The nun’s conservative dress was torn open, her habit long gone. She was a young maid, barely old enough to know the pleasure she was giving up when she’d decided to devote her entire life to a Man who could never satisfy her. Desponia and K’zaylenn had helped her and the others at that church see the light that came from darkness.

“Remember her? She was so pure… she tried to put up a good fight, but in the end you absolutely coated her body in cum, every orifice filled to bursting with your cum and she still begged for more.” Though she wore the face of the nun from their past, the words coming out of her mouth were no doubt Desponia’s. “”Please don’t fuck me, Lucifer!” she’d cried, as her cunt lust drizzled down her thighs. Awh, those were the days,” Desponia reminisced. “To think she thought a dumb cock like yours possessed the power and sexual prowess of our dark lord Satan.” Though her words demeaned him, she was still on her knees, worshipping him with her mouth, gazing at him lustily.

“Mortals these days are so much easier to corrupt.” She stood from his cock then, and when she reached her full height quicker than usual as she transformed into Velma next, or some warped version of her. Her brown eyes cackled with fire. She posed, striking her hip out and grinning wickedly. She morphed into Daphne then, or some warped vision of her. Her breasts were larger, her waist skinner, hips wider, every feminine curve exaggerated. “Mmm, give me a taste of your scooby snacks,” she teased, the words slipping from Desponia past Daphne’s plump lips, sounded far more airheaded than the real Daphne.

“Which one do you think you’ll fuck first?” Desponia asked. She gave a playful twirl as Daphne then transformed back into Velma, bent over and gave her ass a slap. “You know me, I can never choose, I’ll take my boys both at once.” She turned back into herself, tall, beautiful, deadly. She spread her holes wide, flashed K’zylenn an enticing look.

“I have a feeling corrupting these mortals will be a walk in the lava parks, and then we’ll be free, free again to wander the mortal realm!” Desponia got aroused just talking about it.

Desponia’s behavior was erratic as usual. It would be up to K’zaylenn to put her in her place however he saw fit.

 

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“Uhhhhnn,” K’zaylenn sighed, spreading his thighs invitingly and leaning back onto his elbows, happily allowing Desponia to work her magic on his cock. Truthfully, he could deny her nothing if she had a will to convince him, it was part of what made her so dangerous—even to one as powerful as him. Her masterful ministrations to his disguised sex organs served to remind him of how easily she could distract him and diminish his prowess.

“Yes!” he groaned out as she took him deep and looked up with enticing eyes, the farce lost from the Incubus’ voice and his own, deep voice making the words and sounds that slipped past Shaggy’s lips, “fuck, you’re good!”

It was a woeful understatement.

Desponia had toppled empires with her fellatio—made crowned kings kiss her feet. Her estimation was correct that within moments of taking him in her mouth K’zaylenn was desperate to plunge his cock inside of her warm, clenching depths. The grip strength and tactile intelligence of a succubus’ pussy could put a Boa constrictor to shame. All the dairy farmers in Wisconsin couldn’t rival Desponia’s milking ability.

Just as K’zaylenn was on the verge of dropping the charade entirely and fucking her with the ferocity that only incubi could muster, she form-shifted, dredging up the dregs of their shared history—conjuring memories from their past, from a time when the church had teeth and the work of demonic nobility was much more like warfare. Back before the church had descended into the self-fellating Ouroboros—filled-to-bursting with pederasts and their apologists that it was now.

Glory days.

“I seem to recall a cardinal who fell to dust after you were finished draining him,” K’zaylenn smirked, affecting the shape of the aforementioned cardinal, crimson silks adorning him from head to toe—the traditional garb somehow at odds with his uncharacteristically youthful attractiveness for one of his profession, “En nomini patri, et filii, et spiritus sancti.”

K’zaylenn made a dramatic cross with his hand, blessing Desponia’s spread open and pleading form. She quoted the besotted nun, which made him laugh warmly. It was comical how the most trying and stressful times so often made for the sweetest memories in recollection. At the time he’d genuinely lost sleep over the prospect of seducing the nun—her faith had been so intimidatingly resolute. Desponia knew nothing of those moments of doubt, however, and in the end, he screams of pleasure were louder than her screams of anguish.

“In truth, I’m looking forward to the daughter of the fool who would summon us. She and her brother—they remind me of us,” K’zaylenn wore the shape of Oswald, “I will cherish watching her break her brother’s heart to pieces—though I doubt you’ll let him mourn long.”

With this, K’zaylenn had had his fill of reminiscing. He resumed his true form and pounced upon his sibling with terrible ferocity. Their lips met in burning fire and her back cracked the black volcanic rock of K’zaylenn’s residential spire. He penetrated her like the spear that stabbed Christ on the cross and he sank himself to the hilt, without mercy.

*-*-*

Oswald dry heaved in his mouth as the disgusting canine gobbled up the frozen, brown squares one after another—smacking his lips as if it were delicious. He’d meant it as a prank, a cruel joke on the gluttonous mut for eating like a slob without thought or concern—it had never occurred to him that the disgusting animal might enjoy eating a frozen block of fatty, brown, salty, veal stock. Gelatinous marrow and overcooked mirepoix, they used the frozen cubes of stock to season deep stock-pots full of soup—and this dog was eating them like crackers.

“Mmmm, s’ralty!” the hideous monster chuckled.

“Coming, my love,” Oswald called up to his sister, satisfied to turn over dog duties—even if it meant socializing with that sweat-stain of a sheriff. If he’d been thinking clearly he wouldn’t have addressed her so intimately in front of guests, but he was distracted with his own disgust, “my sister will look after you… maybe you should visit the golf course if you have… business to do.”

Oswald made sure to hurry back up to the lobby from the pantry and cold storage, he knew how she despised the sheriff’s sweaty pawing.

“Sheriff, what a welcome surprise!” Oswald affected a fake smile, steering the portly man away from his sister and toward the bar, “let’s dust off some of that Scotch you like.”

Oswald gave a mournful glance over his shoulder to his twin. He longed for the days when it would just be them two, alone together, forever…

*-*-*

“Oh-ho-ho, man—oh man!” Shaggy was groaning as his hips settled into their natural pumping motion, but he soon realized that as much as she was very present physically, her mind wasn’t present in the shower with him—she had zoned out into sexual oblivion.

Lots of people liked it, when girls’ eyes rolled back in their heads and their tongue dangled limply out of their face—but it just made Shaggy feel lonely. It was like he was left alone while she was transported to some euphoric paradise where he couldn’t join her despite being the one who sent her.

Maybe he needed therapy.

Instead, Shaggy fascinated himself by watching the waves of supple flesh rippling and bouncing as his narrow hips slammed over and over against hers. She was so soft, it could hardly be considered slamming. Everything about her was so soft and squishy. No hard edges despite her sharp mind.

“Boun-cy, boun-cy, boun-cy…” Shaggy chuckled to himself, getting zoned out watching the ripples flow through Velma’s round booty cheeks.

After a while, Shaggy decided that he missed her and pulled his big cock out of her suddenly. He turned her around and lewdly kissed her tongue, which was still peeking past her plump lips. He thrust his way back up into her while he lifted one of her shapely legs off the ground, this time pushing her ass against the tile while his free hand squeezed her big breasts, one then the other.

*-*-*

“Oh, Freddy, you really do want me!”

Ruh-roh!

Fred heard Scooby’s voice in his head when Daphne confessed her feelings and attacked him in the pool. She’d apparently misunderstood his innocent mistake in hand placement for something more… carnal and now Fred was alone in the water with a hungry shark.

“Da-huh—Dap-gcht—Daphne!” it took Fred several tries to get her name out, past her hungry lips and tongue which were hard at work preventing his from interrupting them, “w-augh—wai-ich—wait!”

It was alarmingly difficult to voice objections around a tongue.

Fred liked Daphne, he really did! In his mind, the day would come when he would make an honest woman of her, a big church wedding with both of them wearing white. He assumed that they would have sex… some day… for procreation—but not here. Not like this!

Fred had done some reading recently about asexual romantics, perhaps that’s what he was—but Daphne wasn’t exactly making things easy in his quest to discover his own sexual identity.

“Stop!” Freddy shouted, quite forcefully this time as he used his grip on her chest to push her off of him, “Daph, that’s… that’s not funny. We’ve got a job to do.”

In spite of his objections and genuine misgivings, his eight-inch cock was hard enough to cut glass.

 

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“You-you’re right, I’m sorry,” Daphne said, defeated, when Fred rejected her. Though her words were apologetic, inside she was seething. She wouldn’t correct him and tell him she hadn't been joking.

How could she have misread the situation so badly? God, how embarrassing. She couldn’t bear to look at him any longer and quickly averted her eyes. There was clearly a tent in his swim trunks. Why was he rejecting her? She turned her back to him, crossed her arms. Angry, humiliated tears pricked her eyes.

Damn it! Had her family been right all along? Her successful sisters, her insistent parents, they’d always said she should stop wasting her time with Freds’s little “Mystery Gang” and get a real man, or at least a real career. She was the youngest, and she couldn’t help but feel everyone was disappointed in her. And now, now one of the main reasons she was in the mystery business didn't feel the same way about her.

We’ve got a job to do, he'd said, as if she’d been the one who’d decided to go diving into the water first, enjoying the natural caves. As if she’d been the one to suddenly take hold of him!

“Let’s look for clues. Enough swimming.” Daphne said flatly, her back still to him. She just knew she’d burst into tears if she saw his face.

Daphne swam out of the water, not bothering to turn around to see if Freddy would follow. It didn’t matter, clearly he was more interested in the case than her. They might as well split up, cover more ground. Daphne grabbed her towel from the rock she’d laid it out on and tied it around her waist tightly. Then she walked deeper into the caverns. The floor was damp, even further away from the pool. Her flip flops made clomp clomp sounds on the wet cavern floor.

She started to walk faster, almost slipped on a slight downward incline as the caverns descended deeper. The roar of the waterfalls slowly started to fade in the distance. She rounded a corner.and grabbed a stalagmite protruding from the cave floor to stop herself from slipping down a sharp incline. All of a sudden, the cave wall and a portion of the floor she was standing on rotated and she found herself on the other side of the wall. She tried grabbing the same stalagmite in the hopes it would turn her back around, but the wall stood solid.

“Damn it.” she cursed. “Freddy? Hello!” she shouted at the wall. She touched all the rocks but found no luck. Daphne sighed heavily, beyond irritated.

“One way ticket, huh?” she mumbled to herself. She actually didn’t mind getting separated from the gang this time, because she was sure she’d have cried in front of Fred and that would have been even more humiliating.

This section of the caverns was darker, and it took some time for Daphne’s eyes to adjust. There were no colored lights in this part of the cave. Periodically, the sounds of screeching bats blasted through the still air. She shivered and gooseflesh spread across her skin as the air was cooler here. Daphne bravely but glumly made her way deeper into the caverns, keeping her eyes peeled and being careful not to touch anymore strange looking rocks.



Velma was ignorant to Shaggy’s distaste for the exaggerated look upon her face as she flew higher and higher, rising with each thrust of his cock. She couldn’t help the look, it really did happen naturally as a result of Shaggy’s cock reaching so deeply inside her, slamming against her cervix with each thrust.

“Oh Shaggy, yes! Harder, harder! Give it to me harder!” She cried, fists clenching the wall desperately. Her whole body shook with each of Shaggy’s powerful thrusts. Her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her thick juicy ass, all bounced in harmony. Velma’s eyes closed but her tongue still hung past her lips as she reveled in each and every one of her boyfriend’s thrusts.

Velma thought she was being pretty sexy with her begging for more and all, but Shaggy was unable to reciprocate as he was chuckling about how squishy her breasts were. Velma of course liked the compliment, but she’d love it if he could be more romantic sometimes.

All of a sudden he spun her around, slipping his cock out of her tight sheath and pressing her back into the wall. Velma grumbled at the loss of contact, but then he kissed her and shoved his cock deep inside her again. Velma gasped and gripped his shoulders tight, encouraging him closer. Surprisingly strong, Shaggy pulled one of her legs off of the shower floor and draped it around his skinny waist. She returned his kiss sloppily and moaned loudly as he squeezed her breasts and rocked his body into hers again and again.



Alluring as always, K’zaylenn leaned back on his elbows, spread his thighs, and let Desponia worship his cock. Though he still looked like Shaggy, it was his deep, sexy voice that passed through the lanky mortal’s lips. Desponia loved K’zaylenn’s voice best. Hearing it through the mortal’s lips was made more erotic knowing that he’d slipped into his real voice by accident, because of the great pleasure she’d given him he’d lost control of part of his disguise, his real demonic self showing through. Desponia loved that she had that effect on him.

Devil, she needed to fuck him now, needed to be filled so completely, so entirely, by her lover, the lover she’d had for centuries. She loved how he spread himself open to her, eager for more of her, eager to give all of himself to her.

Her soulmate shifted into the cardinal to match her nun from the memory. Desponia grinned wickedly at the illusion. That cardinal had been a weak-willed man, just like all the rest. She still visited him from time to time, once a century or so, to torture him and fuck him and torture him again. Oh, she was able to visit him because he’d gone to Hell of course, despite being a cardinal. Her and her dear brother saw to his and the rest of his people’s deaths, but not before reducing them to the darkest of sinners.

Then K’zaylenn transformed into the gothic mortal who was foolishly trying to summon them in return for power they would not receive. They were going to destroy them from the inside out. Desponia transformed into Ophelia briefly, teasing her brother with his next victim, before they both turned back into themselves.

Her demon kin pounced on her then, devoured her lips with his own and penetrated her fully in a singular deep, hard thrust.

“Mmmmm....” she moaned as K’zaylenn sunk his cock inside her. The two ancient lovers thrashed forcefully against the volcanic rock, lips almost violent against the other’s.

Desponia thrust her hips up to meet his. She’d never tire of the feeling of first being penetrated by a cock after a few hours of respite. The way a good cock stretched her open was heavenly, and K’zaylenn fit inside her perfectly. “Ah! Yes!” Desponia cried out her praises for him. She dug her fingernails into his flesh, piercing skin, then with a mighty shove she pushed him off of her and switched their positions so she was on top of him and his back was against the cracked spire. With a shriek of pleasure Desponia leaped onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist, she began jackhammering on top of him at speeds only a demon could withstand. She used his strong hands to bounce her ass up and down again, fully impaling her juicy pussy on his thick rod as she held herself steady by his shoulders. She threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy as they moved their hips as one, her large, gorgeous breasts bouncing in his face as she rode her fellow demon partner passionately.



Ophelia couldn’t help but smile at Oswald’s affectionate tone, even though it may have looked suspicious in front of the sheriff, she didn’t quite care. Sheriff Connors was probably too stupid to pick up on their strange overly affectionate relationship anyway.

“Thank you,” she whispered softly to Oswald as they passed, switching one vile creature for another. She would deal with the mongrel for now, return him to his owners, and hopefully by the time she returned the sheriff would be gone.

“Surely you must be full by now?” Ophelia asked Scooby, raising a perfectly plucked, thin brow.

Scooby swallowed the last block of meat whole then grinned at Ophelia. “R’at depends… r’is there r’any r’ore?”

Ophelia sighed impatiently. “Look, why don’t I just let you have this whole glass container of artisanal treats and take you back to Mr. Rogers? How does that sound?"

When Scooby looked a little confused, she clarified. “Shaggy. I’ll take you back to Shaggy.”

“R’ounds r’ood to me!” Scobby said happily.

With another heavy sigh, Ophelia grabbed the jug of treats and led Scooby through the dizzying array of hallways back to Shaggy and Velma’s room.

Sounds tended to echo in the caverns so she could hear the sounds of flesh slapping and moaning coming from Miss Dinkley’s and Mr. Roger’s hotel room before they'd even reached the hallway their room was connected to.

Ophelia didn’t want to start off her seduction tactic in a sleazy way like walking in on her guests. She already had a head start now that her brother was keeping the sheriff busy. She could afford to leave the couples alone for a while and she had a feeling the nerdy one would just dig her claws in deeper into Shaggy and never leave him alone if Ophelia walked in on them. She had to distract this dog.

But before Ophelia could turn and direct Scooby in the opposite direction, the loathsome creature went bounding off towards the cries of his friends. “R’aggy and Relma in 'rouble!!” he shouted.

“No! Get back here!” Ophelia called after him, but it was difficult to run in her high heels and, though slender, she was not used to much physical activity other than swimming leisurely with her brother in the springs.

By the time she reached Velma and Shaggy’s hotel room, Scooby was already scratching at the door and whining. He looked almost on the verge of tears. If Ophelia had any love for animals she almost would have felt bad for the mutt, but as it were she was just annoyed by the whole situation. “Come with me right now, your owners are more than fine, I promise. Let’s go find the other two - the pretty boy Jones and Miss Blake,” Ophelia urged, but Scooby was having none of it. He dug his paws into the ground, tried to get them under the door, but the door was made out of rock and completely impossible to open.

 

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The wet slapping of Shaggy’s lean body against the supple flesh of Velma’s voluptuous body was splashing water against the walls of the shower and onto the floor. Velma had already ‘gotten hers’ so to speak, at least once, maybe more—and Shaggy was finally starting to feel his own grand finale tuning the band up. Their tongues were writhing against each other desperately and as Shaggy’s cock began to twitch and jerk, it seemed like Velma was getting ready to have another big, convulsing climax to match his own finish—but he suddenly stopped in mid-stroke at the sound of his beloved dog whining and scratching at the door.

“Scoob? Like, Is that you?” Shaggy broke away from the kiss, his cock fell out of her body with a wet, slopping sound, “where are you, Scooby Doo?”

Shaggy tuned the water off as suddenly and abruptly as he found himself turned off by the sound of his best friend in distress. He hastily draped a towel around himself and rushed over to the door, not paying any more attention to covering more than just the bare minimum than he did to checking on Velma before sliding open the automated, stone door.

“What’s the matter, Scooby—Legs!” Shaggy opened the door from his knees, expecting only his dog and not the beautiful hostess, with her sculpted calves and dark stockings, “Um, like, I mean—what STEMS to be the problem?”

Shaggy’s voice cracked each time some comment about her legs crept into his welcome back for his pet.

“Raggy! Are you roh-kay?” Scooby asked, genuinely concerned and confused.

“Like—I hope he wasn’t too much trouble, Miss…”

Shaggy’s cock, so recently inside his girlfriend was hardening under the towel—which did alarmingly little to disguise his unique appendage. He’d frankly forgotten that Velma was still in the room.

*-*-*

“Aw, shucks…” Fred muttered to himself, splashing his hand across the surface of the pool in frustration, “you did it again, Freddy.”

It wasn’t that tough to see that Daphne had been upset when she left—which was the opposite of what Fred wanted. He was so bad at this whole thing… He just knew he was going to be bad at sex, too. No matter what, he was bad for Daphne—it was just a matter of hurting her or disappointing her—yet somehow, Fred always seemed to be doing both.

Fred got out of the pool shortly after Daphne left. He went back to the room, not eager to go stumbling around in the dark while wearing a wet bathing suit. He frankly expected to find Daphne back in the room, maybe he could mend fences before they set out together, properly supplied with headlamps and helmets. Surely she wouldn’t venture deeper into the caves half naked with no reliable light source… would she?

“Oh, hey Scooby—hey Shaggy, hello Miss—I don’t believe I’ve yet had the pleasure. Have any of you seen Daphne lately? I, um, may have put my foot in my mouth at the pool and I’m worried I might have hit a nerve with her… you know how she gets…”

They didn’t—only he knew because only he made her get that way.

*-*-*

Desponia clung to him and dug her nails into his flesh, when she thrust her breasts into his face, he bit hard enough to break the skin—to taste her sulfurous blood on his tongue. They fucked like predators, neither looking for signs of prey in the other. They knew each other as formidable. Her hips thrust at him like she was trying to devour him—as if she might unhinge her hips like the jaws of a snake and devour him completely, but he wouldn’t have it otherwise. K’zaylenn wrestled his hips against his sibling’s aggressive thrusts, testing her deepest corners.

After yielding to Desponia’s aggression for several, intense minutes—hours? K’zaylenn reasserted himself, grasping her slender wrists in his hands and shoving her onto the volcanic glass table at the center of the room toppling some goblets from the surface as he landed on top of her. He fucked her aggressively, forcefully, utilizing his superior position to wrestle his strong hands around her throat, strangling her as he drove down into her—he was not gentle with either. His ornate, full-finger rings hissed as the silver exterior of the rings reacted adversely with demonic flesh.

She liked it to hurt—he knew.

For all of their amusing uses, mortals could not harm them—not without severe malice of forethought and careful planning. Even then, it was foolish for a mortal to try—mortals always underestimated them, putting far too much belief in useless artifacts and superstition. As he’d mentioned—the church had lost its teeth with regard to combating evil. They were too busy disguising their own wickedness.

“I love you, dear sibling,” K’zaylenn smirked, almost an amused realization more than profound proclamation, it was a curiosity, “truly, I do.”

*-*-*

In the pitch-black darkness, the beast saw clearly—the contours of the cavern and the intruder in his space, clearly outlined in red. There came a low, resonant scuffing as the beast began to follow after the intruder.

The intruder had no light and was barely even clothed—no match at all for the beast…

“GgGgGgGgGgggg…” The beast growled, low in its chest as it continued to shuffle slowly behind the intruder, “RrRrRrRrrrrr…”

The growling grew louder as the beast drew closer. It let out a terrible, echoing roar as the beast snatched the slender intruder in its coarse, sandstone claws.

”GET OUT!!!”​

 

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Daphne shivered as she wandered through the darkness. The drying water on her skin made her especially cold. At least her eyes had somewhat adjusted - she could make out the rocks so she wouldn’t stub her toes or pull any mysterious levers, but she could only see their outlines, nothing was clear.

A strange rumbling sound cut through the darkness.

“H-hello?” Daphne called out. She could definitely hear something moving towards her, and fast. Fear got the better of her and she began to run, but it was too late, the creature was already upon her.

“GET OUT!!!” The monster roared.

“Let go of me!!” Daphne cried angrily. Its claws felt rough on her skin as they dug into her flesh. She squirmed in the creature’s arms, trying to free herself. Daphne was no martial artist, but she’d been captured enough times to know how to put up a good fight. She kicked backwards, trying to slam her foot into the monster’s legs to topple it.



Velma’s moan of ecstasy turned into a groan of frustration when Shaggy stopped mid-thrust and broke off their kiss all of a sudden. As Shaggy was far more in tune to his dog than any other member of the gang, he’d heard Scoob’s cries long before Velma had. Velma heard them faintly a moment later. “Is that…?”

Like a panicked father Shaggy immediately leapt into action. He pulled his throbbing cock out of Velma and exited the shower, calling for Scooby. It took Velma a bit longer to get up to speed, and by the time she’d stepped out of the shower, wrapped her towel around her body and put her glasses back on, Shaggy had already left the bathroom. She found him by the door, towel haphazardly draped around his waist, talking to their gothic hostess. Nevermind a nip slip, if Shaggy wasn’t careful his massive schlong would be on display for all to see!

Velma shook her head at her lovable idiot boyfriend and gave his ass a squeeze as she approached him from behind. He was apologizing to the hostess for the trouble Scooby had caused, and his voice was squeaking that way it did when he was nervous... especially around women.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m so sorry for interrupting,” Ophelia said with a kind smile that didn’t match her dark and moody appearance. She glanced at Velma briefly, but most of this apology was directed at Shaggy. She spoke with an embarrassed tone, though there was no blush on her cheeks. As she’d expected, Shaggy and Velma had been interrupted in an intimate moment, she could tell by the towels and their flushed expressions, not to mention the giant tent poking up the front of Shaggy’s towel. Ophelia couldn’t help but stare at it for a moment before remembering herself. “I am so sorry.”

Velma’s eyes narrowed.

“Rey gave me some ’Rartisrinal ‘reats!” Scooby Doo chimed in happily.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind that we fed him more. He’s pretty cute when he begs,” she said, sounding sincerre but she absolutely wasn’t. She pet the dog's head as it passed by her and entered the room. Ugh, she could practically feel the germs and dog stink seeping off of it and onto her hand, but managed to keep a calm, pleasant face as Scooby passed.

Ophelia noticed Shaggy kept looking at her legs so she stood up even straighter to elongate them atop her dark high heels as she presented the jar of treats to Shaggy. “I’d like to give you these, but please don’t feed too many to Scooby at once. This is our last jar after all,” She said.

“Oh, thank you for being so thoughtful,” Velma said with an air of sarcasm that would go straight over Shaggy’s head. She didn’t mean to be so rude, but when Velma was interrupted from orgasm and didn’t get complete relief… well, she turned into quite the monster herself. “I’m gonna get changed. I guess our shower’s over."

Once Velma was safely out of sight inside the spacious hotel room, Ophelia frowned as if worried. “Oh, I hope I haven’t made your girlfriend too angry with you. Scooby insisted on going back to you guys and then he heard the moaning and thought something was wrong…” she said, ending the last bit with an awkward laugh.

Before Shaggy could respond their other guest approached. Ophelia admired his toned physique. He had that conventional pretty boy look about him.

“I’m Ophelia,” she introduced herself then did her best to assess the situation. It was plain as day both men had girl troubles.

“You must have a really big foot to say something your good looks can’t smooth over,” Opehlia told Fred with a small smile.



No one could be rough with her quite like K’zaylenn could. He did it just enough - kept her at that delicate balance between unbearable pain and exquisite pleasure, and mixed the two sensations like they belonged together. He bit at her breast hard enough to draw blood, and his hips moved against hers with a passion beyond compare. Desponia loved how he felt inside her, like a lock clicking into place, like being torn apart, all at once.

Their hips slammed into the other’s hard and then K’zaylenn flipped them, grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her down onto the table, crashing goblets to the floor. Her body shook at the sudden movement. Her demon kin began drilling into her with his fantastic cock. Despoina moaned in ecstasy. No matter how fast she could gyrate atop his dick he could always go faster. He penetrated her pussy so deep and hard and violently that it made her toes curl. He held her down with his body as his hands wrapped around her neck and squeezed. She knew what was coming next, but it still gave her a sharp stab of intense painful arousal every time. He dug his fingers into her throat, the silver bands seared her demonic flesh. Heat sizzled from her throat and she screamed in blissful pain.

“I love you, dear sibling,” K’zaylenn marveled, smirking at her as he continued to hold her by the throat, his rings burning into her flesh.

Desponia’s pussy was twitching around him, on the verge of orgasm from his rough treatment. She could not respond with a witty remark because of the pressure on her throat, so instead Desponia clawed her hands down his back, hard and deep enough to draw blood. She slammed her hips upward into his, fighting for dominance but really just begging him to fuck her harder.

She loved him too.

 

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“OW!” The Beast yowled through the echoing cave as the back of Daphne’s heel found its sensitive reproductive parts, “OWWWW—ow! Ow! OWWW! OW!”

The Beast lashed out as it was struck, shedding red rock sand from its nether region onto Daphne’s heel. It lashed out with its horrible sandstone claws and grazed her back as she fled, tearing through her purple bikini top with its left claw, her bikini bottoms were left dangling from its right claw—she sprinted away nude as the Beast doubled over, processing this pain slowly.

“OWWWWWW!!!”

The Beast could have caught up to her in a few long strides, but it made no further advance. The direction she was heading led to a steep drop-off that would kill her if she fell down it, the pit leading all the way down to a vein of volcanic lava flow. The Beast was content to let her die of her own stupidity, slinking back slowly where it had come from.

The Beast considered its territory defended.

*-*-*

“Well, you know what they say about guys with big feet,” Fred grinned, his perfect, white teeth reflecting the dim light in the hallway, it was a strange joke for Fred to make, because in fact he himself had no idea what was said about guys with big feet—it was just something he’d heard before and pretended to understand, “I hope Daphne is alright, though. If she hasn’t been back here she’s still probably wearing her towel and swimsuit.”

The word ‘bikini’ seemed somehow crude to utter in mixed company.

“Is there some kind of centralized speaker system that we could use to call after her? Maybe secondary flood lights of some kind?” Fred was asking Olivia, deaf to her obvious advances.

Shaggy, on the other hand, was completely aware of the way Olivia’s legs flexed slightly and she preened herself higher on the stalks of her high stiletto heels and shifted her toned hips just slightly behind her tight, black pencil skirt.

“Like, you never need to worry about overfeeding Scooby Doo—this dog’s a bottomless pit, just like his best friend—Puh-Haw-haw-haw!” Shaggy erupted in high pitched laughter, only to be joined by his dog in a kind of discordant harmony.

“Hihe-hihehihehi!” Scooby harmonized.

“Well, I guess we’d, like, better get dressed and go find Daphne—at this point she’s probably already captured,” Shaggy’s voice rose in pitch from thinly veiled exasperation.

“We should be back together in time for dinner,” Fred chimed in, still not quite keeping up with the conversation, “that surf and turf sounded terrific.”

“Mmm ‘rurff an’ ‘rurff!” Scooby salivated and ran his tongue around his mouth as he mispronounced the meal name profoundly.

“Like, I told you! My dog’s always hungry,” Shaggy was cradling and arguably caressing the jar of pre-prepared dog treats like it was Ophelia’s leg resting between his palms, “and, like, I’m the same too.”

Shaggy hadn’t meant an innuendo there, but didn’t mind that he’d made one once he realized how that sounded. He was hungry in that way, too. The towel increasingly showed it.

“Well, I’m going to grab some flashlights and helmets from my room—I just can’t stand the idea of Daphne out there, cold and alone…” Fred waved goodbye on his route back to his room, “nice to meet you Olivia, hope to see you at dinner.”

Fred took off.

“Like, thanks for bringing Scooby Doo back, Olivia. I guess we’d better get dressed and join the search. Hope to see you soon.”

*-*-*

Alerted by a silent alarm, triggered by night-vision motion detectors, Oswald knew that someone was getting dangerously near falling to their death in the restricted areas of the caverns. It was fortunate that he didn’t care much about ditching the Sheriff, once he was properly lubricated with imported whiskey—the quick exit from that dead-end conversation allowed him to follow staff only tunnels to emerge just before the drop off.

Oswald didn’t have to wait long before Daphne came tearing around a corner, completely naked and covered in goooseflesh. He wrapped his arms around her when she ran into his chest, halting her from her sprint toward the ledge.

“Watch it!” Oswald shook Daphne lightly by the shoulders as the momentum of their collision faded away, “you’re going to get yourself killed down here.”

Oswald aimed his powerful flashlight over the edge of the cliff. He kicked a small pebble over the edge. It struck the side and echoed as it fell… and fell… and fell….

The sound of the rock hitting bottom never came.

“Are you alright?” Oswald pulled a stalagmite along the wall and opened a door that led into a candle-lit hallway, “let’s get you back to the hotel.”

Oswald shrugged out of his silk-lined tuxedo coat and draped it around Daphne’s shoulders.

“It’s dangerous down here…”

 

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Daphne kicked her foot back again and again until the beast lashed out, subsequently losing his grip on her. Its claws slashed at her skin as she slipped away, stealing her bikini top and bottoms in the process. Daphne ran as fast as she could away from the creature. She was used to running from monsters - it was kind of the gang’s speciality, after all, but she not used to running from them naked. Her small breasts jiggled, her long legs shook in fear as she fled.

Daphne’s breaths echoed in the caverns as she frantically rushed away. She kept looking behind her to see if the beast was following. On one of her turns backward she stumbled and scraped up her knees, stubbed her toes. She hastened to her feet and kept running, using the walls and stalagmites to launch herself forward, no longer caring if one of the protruding rocks led her into a trap. Anything was better than being in that beast’s clutches. She hadn’t gotten a clear look at it, but its skin had been grey and coarse, it's nails dirty and hard.

Daphne pushed herself to run faster but stopped short as she ran into a solid body at full speed as she rounded a corner. The impact would have sent Daphne bouncing back and falling down had the strong arms of the concierge not surrounded her.

Daphne was full of adrenaline. Her modest, perky breasts rose and fell quickly as her heartbeat fast. She tried to cover herself, but the soft, fire red curls between her legs that matched the lava flow below still stood out in between her fingers.

Her eyes followed the rock he kicked over the ledge she’d only just noticed in her frazzled state. Would she have fallen over had he not caught her? She liked to think she would have noticed the sharp drop off but now she would never need to know. Daphne was going to thank him for saving her, but then he pulled a stalagmite along the wall and a secret hallway appeared through the wall!

Daphne’s eyes grew wide. “No, I am NOT all right! What do you mean I’m going to get myself killed?” she said, incredulous. She looked from Oswald to the sharp drop off and back. “Okay, well, maybe I am, but it’s your fault I’m down here. Why didn’t you warn us about the secret passageways? And that there’s some sort of beast down here!?!” Daphne asked angrily.

Even though she was pissed, she still allowed him to do the gentlemanly thing and accepted his tuxedo coat when he draped it around her slender pale shoulders. The inner layer was silky and soft. She wrapped it tightly around herself, but there was no hiding her body completely, it simply wasn’t long enough. Daphne held the jacket across her chest tight, but the bottom of her taut ass kept poking out the end as he led them into the candle-lit hallway.



Fred asked her for help finding Miss Blake and Ophelia feigned a frown. “I’m sorry, but we don’t have any audio system. Usually, people don’t venture past the marked tunnels…” Ophelia explained. “But I’ll look around and see if we have any headlamps or anything like that. I’ll of course help you in your search; I can’t help but feel guilty she’s gone missing.”

“Don’t beat yourself up too much,” Velma assured Ophelia. “Daphne’s a little spacey. She probably just got lost. I'm sure we'll find her fast."

Velma had reappeared at the door, drying her hair in her towel. She was dressed in her skirt and undershirt but hadn’t put on her stockings or sweater yet. She’d been hasty in getting dressed - she hadn’t wanted to leave Shaggy alone with the gothic beauty for too long.

The conversation turned to Shaggy and Scooby’s endless appetites. Ophelia was disinterested of course but did her best to look impressed. She did like Shaggy’s comment about always being hungry, though she suspected he was unaware of the own innuendo he’d made.

So it was decided the gang plus Ophelia would look for Daphne. Fred went back to his room to get dressed and get supplies. He called her by the wrong name when he left, but he’d already turned the corner of the winding tunnel so she missed her chance to correct him.

Velma did it for her, always happy to correct literally anyone. “Her name’s Ophelia, not Olivia!” Velma shouted after him, at the same moment Shaggy made the same mistake while thanking her for taking care of Scooby.

“You’re welcome, really, he was no trouble at all. I’ll meet you back here in ten minutes with some flashlights.” Ophelia said sweetly.

Velma went back into the room before Shaggy so Ophelia let her gaze linger on Shaggy, trailing down his body to the towel that barely shielded his massive cock a moment too long before turning on her high heel and walking back to the lobby.

She passed through the bar on her walk back to the lobby and found it empty, aside from a greasy napkin and an empty glass. With no one left to listen to his ramblings, the sheriff had left. Where was Oswald? She didn’t find him in the lobby either, so she entered the small staff room in the back. It was empty too, but Ophelia noticed the security dashboard had a red indicator light as on for one of the deeper segments of the cave, indicating someone was moving around down there. Perfect, she would be sure to lead Shaggy and Fred in the exact opposite direction then.

She figured her brother must have seen the same thing on the security dashboard and had set out to find Daphne. Ophelia would keep the others busy for him, but she had to come up with a way to get rid of Velma so she could seduce the guys. She had a feeling if she could get Shaggy alone he’d be putty in her hands.



When Velma finished putting her bright orange sweater, stockings, and shoes on, she turned to Shaggy. His boner was still raging, but she knew there was no chance of continuing where they’d left off as Scoob was back now and Daphne was missing.

Velma sighed. She grabbed her magnifying glass and put it into her skirt’s hidden pocket. “Listen, I’m gonna head off on my own for a bit. Look for clues while you guys look for Daphne, so you be sure to keep Ophelia distracted for me, okay?” Velma instructed.

She was testing him. A large, girlish part of her wanted him to protest and insist she stick with the group, stick with him, that, of course he didn’t want to spend any quality time with the beautiful gothic hostess, but knowing Shaggy she was not likely to hear any of that. She’d be lucky if he responded at all when Scooby Doo or food were around.

Velma didn’t kiss him goodbye on purpose but bitterly wondered whether he'd even notice, then left the room and headed in the opposite direction they’d came, following the green lights. She was still a little high from that one-hitter, but she convinced herself it would help her come up with more theories and not lessen her perception. You really couldn’t afford to have your perception compromised in the mystery business, which is why she’d got in the habit of carrying an extra pair of glasses with her on every case, well Shaggy carried them for her. She didn't have them on her now, but she wasn’t going back. What were the chances she’d lose her glasses?

She continued towards the green lights, the golf course if she remembered correctly from the map. She’d also noticed unmarked caverns on the map around the golf course, though they’d been crossed out as inaccessible. That’s exactly where she was headed.



Ophelia returned to Shaggy and Vemla’s room with two headlamps, some flashlights, a first-aid kit, and rope. “Just in case she fell somewhere,” she explained when he opened the door. She also had a simple black backpack bursting with snacks.

She basically let herself into the room and forced herself to show enthusiasm when she spotted Scooby Doo lounging on the bed flipping through tv stations and eating some snacks. It was very odd how much that dog acted like a human. Her eyes flashed to the table with the jar of snacks she’d given them. “Maybe we should bring some snacks along with us, just in case? I did bring some human food,” she said. She reached into the simple black backpack she’d brought with her. As she bent over to rifle through her backpack significant cleavage spilled out of her corset top. She took longer than necessary looking for the snacks. At last, she drew up slowly and placed some chips, soda pop, and lollipops on the table. “Want something now? I won’t tell,” she flashed him a playful wink. "Besides, I've got to make room for the first aid kit." Ophelia grabbed a lollipop and popped it past her inky black lips.

 

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“Zoinks!” Shaggy muttered, doing a poor job of keeping his expression of surprise under his breath—awed both by the bounty of snacks and the bounty of flesh being revealed to him across the table.

Shaggy laid his hand on Ophelia’s stopping her from unloading any more of the precious snacks within the view of his ravenous dog. It was slightly ironic that Shaggy was hesitant of the betrayal at hiding snacks from his pet more than he was hesitant at the prospect of cheating on his lifelong colleague and girlfriend of several months.

“Not here,” Shaggy whispered, pushing the snacks and drinks back toward the bag which Ophelia had brought them in, “you wait here Boobie-View—I mean, Scooby Doo. We’ll be light snacks—I mean, right back. We’ll be back poon—soon, Boobs—I mean, Scoobs.”

In spite of his many stumbles, Scooby Doo took Shaggy’s excuse at face value. The canine’s trust suddenly deepening the feeling of betrayal at withholding snacks from his pet.

“R’alright ‘Raggy! Have fun!” Scooby Doo was utterly guileless.

Shaggy hopped into his brown trousers and green shirt, doing nothing to hide his naked body during the transition. He then hurried Ophelia out of the room and quickly closed the stone door behind himself. Without hesitation, he grabbed Ophelia’s supple breast through her corset, rubbing, caressing and squeezing while he leaned forward, letting his lips inch their way down the protruding lollypop stick until his lips met hers—at which point his tongue shot out after the candy like an NFL lineman trying to recover a fumble at the bottom of the pile.

After much moaning, caressing and tongue wrestling, Shaggy pulled back smiling. He now wore a solid layer of her black lipstick on his lips, chin and even his nose—like he’d been sucking on a diesel truck’s exhaust pipe. He also had the sucker in his mouth, somehow turned completely around to have the stick poking out of his mouth now.

“Mmm, black cherry, like yum!” Shaggy gently slipped his hand around Ophelia’s narrow waist, cinched even smaller by the whalebone struts of her corset, “so do you have a room in this place or like are we about to do it in the hallway?”

*-*-*

“I beg your unbelievable pardon!” Oswald seethed—he’d already had more than enough of these fumbling hippies for one lifetime, “you were very specifically and repeatedly warned not to leave the hotel grounds! These caverns are not ‘secret’, they are off limits!”

In his rage, Oswald grabbed Daphne by her slender shoulders and pushed her hard against the stone wall in between two of the flickering torches. In the orange light, with the lines of anger in his attractive face deepened by shadow, he looked almost like a beast himself. By pressing her against the wall the way he was, Oswald was also holding his coat open at the front, leaving her nipples and pussy in full view.

“I just saved your stupid-ass life and you have the nerve to tell me that it’s my fault? I could toss you back down that hole if I wanted and no one would ever know about it. Your body would never be found. Your parents would bury and empty casket below your headstone. I don’t know who you think you’re fucking with, but I’m not him. I’m not charmed by your sexy legs or your tight, little body. If you interfere with my business, I will fucking end you. Got it?”

With that, Oswald gave her shoulders another tiny shove before releasing her, restraining himself with some effort. He looked both ways down the long corridor before resuming his path back to the hotel.

“As for what you think you saw… there are dozens of rare and unique creatures down here that you might not recognize but wouldn’t think twice about ripping your face off. A beast? Pfff. You couldn’t identify your own asshole with both hands down here in the dark, so think twice before you go shooting off at the mouth about any beast or monsters. Alright? That’s how rumors get started and we have enough problems around here without people thinking we’ve got monsters roaming the caverns.”

Oswald took Daphne’s hand as the tunnel began to slope upward. She seemed quite clumsy.

The tunnel opened up to a private lounge area that only the twins and their father used. The lighting was dim like the tunnel they came from, so there was no adjustment. The interior was lined in teak wood and cross-cut oak, all bound together in supple, burgundy leather. The room smelled like leather and sawdust with just the faintest hint of cigar smoke from the old man.

“My room is this one,” Oswald opened one of the teak doors, inviting Daphne into his similarly appointed bedroom, “let’s find something for you to wear.”

*-*-*

SETTING NOTES: GOLF COURSE​

Aside from its unique proximity to the caverns and colorful history—the Lowlands Chateau was renowned for boasting the world’s only natural grass, subterranean, 18-hole golf course. This small miracle was made possible by the square-mile cavern that opened up a Swiss-cheese-like ceiling where dozens of skylight holes let the sunshine in.

Everywhere that the bright, desert light filtered in through the naturally occurring holes grass grew bright green. The only blemishes in the collection of piece-meal lawns came from the back and forth lines that came from nearly religious mowing to keep the greens pristine and the fairways level.

The spots between the patches of grass were filled with water or sand, comprising standardized hazards to make a complete course. The whole course was visible in its entirety from the entrance to the massive cavern and though the filtered sunlight made the course noticeably warmer than the rest of the hotel, the open space prevented it from fully transmitting the heat from outside.

Just ahead of the 18th green, one of the subterranean lakes spilled out through the wall in a gorgeous, blue waterfall that seemed to fill the far end of the cavern with hazy spray from its contentious journey down the rocks, into the low points of the cavern where it flowed out to fill all the water hazards back to the first hole where the water drained out into the far wall and back into the ground.

The sand traps were made from the same red sand that made up the walls of the cavern when pressed into stone by time and gravity.

*-*-*

Fred had decided he couldn’t wait for Ophelia, since there was no telling what kind of trouble Daphne had gotten into. Fred couldn’t help but feel partially to blame, as it was his rejection that had sent Daphne wandering through the deepest parts of these unexplored caverns.

“Daphne!” Fred called out as he shined his powerful flashlight down the tunnel that led away from the pools—the last place he’d seen her, “Daphne, call out if you can hear me.”

Fred had changed back into his white sweater, slacks and ascot, as well as a yellow, plastic hard hat perched atop his yellow hair. Letting the light lead the way down into the caverns, Fred ventured deeper—even as a low, rumbling growl seemed to issue from somewhere in the darkness.

Around every corner, a pair of piercing red eyes seemed to split the darkness, only to fade away before the light reached them.

“Daph! If you hear me answer, please!” the uncertainty was beginning to creep into his voice, “I’m starting to get a little freaked out down here…”

The last bit was too quiet to be considered a call-out, so it was unclear who he was directing this last confession to.

 

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“I didn’t leave the hotel grounds! I grabbed a stalagmite and --” Daphne started to protest, but his words overtook hers and so did his size. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the wall. In the torchlight, his face was illuminated. He no longer had the facade of a gentlemanly concierge, his handsome face was contorted in anger. Daphne shrunk under his gaze. She gaped at him as he openly threatened her and said he wasn’t charmed by her sexy legs or body like “he” was. She didn’t know which was more shocking, that he was openly threatening to throw her into a lava pit or that he wasn’t attracted to her.

She didn’t say anything when he released her with a shove. She yanked his jacket closed around her body again and followed him obediently. She didn’t really have a choice. These tunnels still weren’t marked and there was some sort of creature lurking around - she needed Oswald’s help, even though he’d just intimidated her.

He dismissed her fears and explained her concerns with the beast away as a “rare and unique creature.

Daphne bristled. “I’ll have you know one of my sisters is a zoologist so I know my fair share of creatures, and the one that attacked me was more than unique,” Daphne snapped. She couldn’t help but feel defensive. Everyone always thought she was stupid because she was pretty. “You think I’d purposely strip naked and wander around down here?” Before he could answer she continued, “Something attacked me.”

The tunnel started to slope. Daphne slid a little so held out her hands to balance herself. When she did, Oswald took one of them. Daphne frowned and sighed. “I’m sorry. I am thankful to you for saving me. I’m just a little, a lot, freaked out.”

Daphne let him help her down deeper into the tunnel and into a lounge area that smelled of leather and wood. She released his hand once the floor became even again. He opened one of the doors for her and invited her inside. A trepidation suddenly washed over her, but she ignored it and stepped into Oswald’s bedroom. She really needed some clothes.



Ophelia was surprised when Shaggy pushed the snacks back to her. She’d been so sure that was going to work! Then he called his dog Boobie-View and she realized bringing him snacks had indeed worked. Apparently the way to a man's cock was indeed through his stomach! That was how the saying went, wasn't it?

They said goodbye to Scooby and headed into the hallway. Ophelia turned to Shaggy to suggest the direction opposite where the motion sensor had detected Daphne’s location but found she didn’t have to, as he was already pawing at her.

Ophelia gasped at the hippie’s boldness as he explored her breasts and enveloped her lollipop with his mouth, overtaking her lollipop and shoving his tongue inside her mouth. Ophelia returned his kiss. Shaggy was a sloppy kisser, but it still felt nice, and the cherry taste made it extra sweet.

By the end of their kiss, he’d somehow stolen her lollipop! Ophelia grinned genuinely. “You fiend!” she cried in jest.

When he asked her if she had a room or if they just going to fuck in the hallway, she laughed. She suspected someone like him may fuck in the hallway, but Ophelia preferred her privacy.

“Yes, of course I have a room. Follow me,” Ophelia said. She took Shaggy’s lanky hand in her own and led him through the winding caverns until they stood outside one of the entrances to Ophelia’s room. The door handle was a menacing-looking gargoyle. She ground her ass against Shaggy as she turned the door handle, then she let him inside, grinning triumphantly to herself as she shut the door behind them.

Once in her bedroom, Ophelia’s sweet demeanor darkened to have a slightly bitter edge. She was generally demure in her day to day life but there was something about the bedroom that made Ophelia come alive. Her room was full of dark wooden furniture and purple hues. A massive ornate bed was the centerpiece, with sheer black canopy curtains around it.

She leaped on Shaggy immediately so he didn’t get a chance to take in the strange, unsettling posters on her walls or the freaky little trinkets she kept of glass eyeballs and demonic statues. She pressed her body against his and devoured his mouth again, kissing him deeply. Though it was all really quite gross with how sticky and wet the kiss was, Ophelia oddly found she was enjoying it more than she thought she would.

She pushed forward until he fell backward onto her bed. She leaned over him, shoved her breasts up in his face. She swayed her body on top of him, her breasts were barely contained in her corset now. Her pale pink nipples were flirting with the top of the bust line. She leaned forward even further to place her lips at his ear, smothering his face with her breasts, so the scruff of his chin and his black-stained lips caressed her warm, soft tit flesh. “I’ve seen you staring, but I don’t mind.” She leaned back, there was a coy smile on her lips. “Because I’ve been staring too.” She reached down and grasped his heavy rod through his pants. It wasn’t hard to find. Ophelia moaned in appreciation. “Your cock is absolutely massive, Mr. Rogers! I have to have it."



Shaggy failed her test - he hadn't come after her. This was expected but certainly not the outcome she’d been hoping for. Velma groaned. It just figured Daphne would get lost almost immediately and she’d have to solve this whole case herself while the gang went to look for Daphne, and this time, there was a strange beautiful gothic girl involved!

Velma just knew something weird was going on with those gothic siblings, and she was going to find out what. There was no way she was just a jealous girlfriend or high and paranoid. That sweet little bitch was up to something, and so was her oddly handsome brother.

Like the rest of the hotel, the golf course took advantage of the environment’s natural wonders to create a sprawling course in the spacious cavern. It looked impressive, but Velma wasn’t interested in playing. She entered the lobby of the golf course, went behind the counter. She tried to get into the computer back there but couldn’t crack the password for Ophelia or Oswald’s accounts. She did find some interesting demonology shit in the search history for the Guest account though.

After searching through the lobby she headed back out to the golf course and did a lap. She stayed near the perimeter of the golf course, looking for any opening around the edges that weren’t marked on the map, any walls that didn’t seem to align rights amongst the beautiful scenery.

 

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“Like wow—boobies!” Shaggy exclaimed as Ophelia thrust her large, round breasts into his face, allowing him the privileges of a motorboat, privileges that Shaggy was not too proud to take advantage of, “brrrRRrRrRrRrRr!”

Shaggy shook his head back and forth, squeezing with his hands around the outside corners of her rotund bosoms as they jiggled around his stubbly cheeks. Shaggy reluctantly removed one hand from Ophelia’s breast in favor of a bag of chips which he skillfully opened with one hand. He dumped the whole contents of the bag into Ophelia’s generous cleavage, which funneled the greasy snacks into the middle where his still “motorboating” face turned from buzzing his lips to crunching loudly on chips—munching them off of her skin, breaking them against his face and chewing with his mouth open.

“Umh—nomh—umph—nom’k!” Shaggy chewed loudly as Ophelia grabbed his cock through his pants, he lifted his head from between her breasts with some effort, “call me Shaggy! And like, the big Shagger is all yours, baby!”

He didn’t know why he called it that, but Shaggy was one to trust his instincts—and with chip crumbs littering his stubble and black lipstick still smeared up to his nose, he was clearly not feeling self-conscious.

By way of demonstration, Shaggy unbuckled and unzipped his slacks, setting “the Big Shagger” free for Ophelia to do with as she pleased. For his part, Shaggy helped himself to a pair of full-sized Snickers’ bars and licked the bottom of each before sticking them together into one rounded log and beginning to much his way down from the top on the two candy bars at once.

*-*-*

“Yes, well your brother might be a pilot, too—that doesn’t mean I’d trust you to land a plane,” Oswald remarked pointedly as he closed the door behind Daphne, taking one final shot at undermining her outlandish story before changing tactics rather quickly, “I’m sorry, I can tell that you’ve been through a very stressful situation. Please understand, your safety is and has always been my top priority.”

Oswald flipped a few switches on the wall, lighting up his exquisitely styled bathroom and hidden heaters below the red stone tiles began to warm up the floor in preparation for Daphne’s bare feet. Oswald also took the liberty of turning on the overhead shower and adjusting the water to just the right level of heat to warm a girl who’s been lost and wet in underground caves for too long.

“There,” Oswald nodded in approval, handing Daphne a few of the hotel’s mini bottles of boutique shampoo and conditioner, there was a fresh bar of hand-cut soap in the soap dish, “go ahead and get warmed up. I won’t disturb you. There’s also a fresh robe in there for when you’re finished. After that, you can go back to your room. At dinner we can discuss what you did or didn’t see down there at more length. I’ll try to keep an open mind.”

Oswald handed Daphne an Egyptian cotton towel and stepped past her to the natural-stone bar where he clinked a few perfectly-square ice cubes into a tumbler and followed them with a healthy pour of authentic Scotch from a bottle old enough that the ink had faded from the label. He sipped it slowly, seeming to recover from being alarmed and terrified.

*-*-*

The beast snorted at the air as the smell of fresh prey crossed its senses. In the dark, depths of the caverns, it could see through the darkness as clear as day—but it would shirk away from the discomforting rays of direct sunlight. Its eyes were poorly evolved for the environment outside of the caverns, which was why it halted inside the narrow opening in the rock that bordered the sand trap just before the sixteenth green—even as the smell of prey dared it to venture into the larger chamber.

Instead, the Beast waited, tucking itself up into a corner, near the narrow bottleneck of the gap in the rocks until it was indistinguishable from the natural rock, its glowing eyes hidden under a huge, stone wing.

If the prey intended to go deeper into its domain, it would have to squeeze past the Beast itself. Even the smallest of prey would have had to struggle some, to make it past the Beast’s camouflaged obstruction—let alone someone who might have curves…

*-*-*

“Daphne! Where are you?” Fred called out, wandering deeper and deeper into the cave system, shining his flashlight from one side to the other, “Da-phne!”

Perhaps it was childish, but Fred loved the sound of his voice echoing around him—bouncing off of rocks and ridges, coming back to him as himself but from a few seconds prior. A poor man’s time traveling. But he couldn’t appreciate the sounds of the echo now, as he was worried for his friend.

He thought he heard a pebble rattling against a downward slope.

“Daphne! Is that you?” Fred’s voice cracked a little with excitement and he took off running in the direction of the sound, holding the flashlight at waist level, probing the darkness ahead of him, “you were really starting to worry me, Daph. I even thought that—Oof!”

Fred was interrupted by a sudden and steep drop-off in the tunnel he was following and he suddenly went rattling and sliding down the tunnel without an ounce of control for what seemed like an eternity. The fall was so sudden, Fred couldn’t even scream, he just kept making dumb, little noises as his body rattled its way down the narrow pit that was barely wide enough for his shoulders.

Eventually, it was indeed his shoulders that stopped him, stuck inside a narrow pitfall—God knows how deep in forbidden and unexplored subterranean caves. Not the worst fix he’d been in, but it was close. His arms were helplessly pinned to his sides while his legs kicked and flailed helplessly.

Fred’s face and body were scuffed and badly bruised, but it didn’t feel like anything was broken—that didn’t do much to improve his situation, though. Unless someone could find him and find a way to help him out from this hole (that didn’t involve falling in after him or dragging him out by the neck) his luck at not being worse injured would be wasted on a dead man.

“Daph! Velma! Anybody?” Fred cried out, helplessly, “Scooby Doo, where are you?”

 

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The unshaven stubble on Shaggy’s chin scratched the smooth, soft skin of Ophelia’s breasts as he buried his face between them. They were quite the contrast. Him with his unkempt hair and greasy skin, her without a strand of hair out of place and porcelain skin. Shaggy’s juvenile behavior was anything but arousing, but Ophelia was determined to win this bet with her brother and make him her slave for the week. Besides, though Shaggy was irritating, his cock was going to make up for it.

All of a sudden, she heard the crinkling of a bag, and then potato chips rained down into her cleavage. Shaggy motorboated her tits with renewed vigor, this time smacking his lips as he ate the chips. Crumbs fell from his chin and her breasts onto the mattress, tarnishing the expensive, soft blankets below with grease and salt.

She was about at her limit, and she would have screamed at him if not for her bet with her brother and the fact he inhaled the chips in record time so they were gone as soon as they'd appeared.

“And like, the big Shagger is all yours, baby!” he said. Then he finally did something right. He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, revealing his impressive cock. It was even bigger than Oswald! Ophelia’s eyes widened at the sight. It was almost enough to forgive him for getting chip crumbs on her bed - at least until he took out the Snickers bars and started munching away…

“That’s it!” Ophelia screeched. “If you’re going to be eating any snack, it’s going to be me!” She stood up from the bed and undid her corset with impressive speed, finally releasing her tits, not as big as Velma's, but still large and full. Then she pulled down her skirts. Finally, her pale, lithe body was revealed to him.

In one fluid motion, Ophelia reached up and pulled down a chain hidden in the canopy of her bed. It was attached to the post and had a leather cuff at the end. Before he had a chance to react, Ophelia cuffed Shaggy to the bed. He looked dumbfounded, the king-size Snickers hanging out of his mouth comically.

Ophelia was both amused and irritated by his dumbfounded expression. She reached forward and grasped his cock, gently pumping the hard, tender flesh. When Shaggy swallowed the last of the Snickers, Ophelia rotated on him like an agile gymnast, positioning her own snack over with his mouth. She pressed down lightly, felt the scratch of his stubble against her shaved pussy lips.

“Eat up, Shaggy,” she said.

Then she indulged in a snack of her own, Shaggy’s “big Shagger” as he’d called it. It was easier to enjoy him with his mouth plugged up by her pussy, so he couldn’t say anything stupid or eat anymore snacks. She knew she’d interrupted him in an intimate moment with his girlfriend, so she was sure he’d be aching to cum, but this was about her right now, so she took her time stroking his cock, her lips lightly pressing against the cockhead. While her touches on him were light, she ground her hips forcefully on top of his face. Surely he wouldn’t mind; he was a messy eater after all.

***

Daphne nearly started arguing again when Oswald continued to dismiss her claims, but then his tone softened and he apologized, claiming her safety was his top priority. Daphne almost rolled her eyes but refrained. If that were true then why wasn’t he taking her claim seriously? She sighed, still agitated, and followed him into the bathroom. Almost immediately the tiles started to heat up beneath her feet. Daphne sighed again but in pleasure this time. Oswald turned on the shower for her and adjusted the heat as Daphne enjoyed the warmth of the tiles against her feet. Once he’d prepared the temperature for her he handed her a warm, fluffy towel and soaps. He said they could discuss what she thought she saw later tonight at dinner.

“I’ll hold you to that,” she said.

When Oswald left Daphne hummed with pleasure as the warm water hit her skin, washing away the dust of the cave and the touch of that weird creature. She took her time in the shower, enjoying the smell of the soaps and the piping hot water cascading down her bare flesh. It invigorated her, made her feel alive again after being knocked down literally and figuratively. Now that she had a minute to think Fred’s rejection still stung, and now this creepy (but oddly handsome?) goth guy claimed not to be charmed by her? We’d just see about that.

When she finally deemed herself free of grime and filth, Daphne left the shower some 30 minutes later, wrapped up in a soft, warm bathroom, to find Oswald sipping scotch at the bar in his room. Maybe she could ask him some questions, now that they’d both calmed down. The bathrobe hugged her slender frame, a few stray water droplets glistened on her legs. He’d said earlier he wasn’t charmed by her sexy legs or tight body, but Daphne wasn’t the type to give up so easily.

“Thanks for saving me,” she said softly. She approached him, the bathrobe still covering most of her, but the hem was tickling the tops of her long legs. Daphne smiled at him sweetly. “I'm sorry if I seemed ungrateful. I was just scared,” she said, mostly genuine. She touched his forearm briefly. She was trying to butter him up a little.

***

The walk around the golf course was tedious. It was so spacious, it would take Velma a while to search the perimeter. Surely she'd find a secret passage or hidden door around here somewhere? Velma took her time - she was always very thorough, but it wasn’t until she arrived at the bridge before the 18th green that she noticed something out of the ordinary. There appeared to be a small opening that led deeper into the caverns! Excitedly, Velma quickened her step towards it.

It was as she was rushing over a bridge that led to the 18th hole that she tripped. Her chin slammed on the wood of the bridge, which bounced her head back up and sent her glasses flying! Velma felt the area around her… and then she heard a splash.

“Shit!” Velma cursed. She scrambled to her feet, leaned over the edge of the railing, and squinted. There were her glasses! There went her glasses... down the bubbling stream, swept away. Velma rushed off the bridge to try and find them, but by the time she got down there they were long gone. She cursed again and sighed heavily. Great, perfect timing; just when she was about to enter unmarked territory she just had to lose her glasses.

Still, this didn’t change a thing. She couldn’t turn back now. Velma turned towards the narrow opening she’d seen in the cave wall. It was now a blurry, greyish blob that Velma made her way towards.

 

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It hadn’t even been very long—at least not by hell standards—but the room was utterly demolished by the time K’zaylenn felt himself nearing climax. They were both bleeding from various scratch, bite and cut marks across their bodies and necks—both wailing in abject delight. K’Zaylenn had temporarily gained the upper hand, managing to pin her against the wall long enough to slam her with all his might before she managed to kick in the back of his knee with her heel and pin him and mount him from above—her ferocious thrusts no less brutal than his had been.

It was a thrilling type of power play, but ultimately it was bound to end—in all the ethereal and mortal realms there were only a handful of creatures who could even dream of inflicting pain on either one of these immortal demon siblings, in tandem their might could rival even Lucifer or God Almighty—yet, they loved nothing more than inflicting harm on one another in their throes of incestual passion.

It was almost sweet if it weren’t so insidious.

In the end, she was triumphant—as ever. As she rode him aggressively, her nails rending his flesh even before the cuts from prior scratches had healed themselves and he unburdened the treasure within his balls into her. The precious bounty of his incubus semen glutted up into her greedy, thirsting, succubus’ womb. For a being that fed on sexual essence, incubus’ cum was like superfood—to mortals it was like a super drug, addictive in even the smallest quantity, for Desponia, it was a satisfying meal.

“Ughhh, you fucking whore…” K’zaylenn groaned as he came, both hands squeezing down around her windpipe as his balls spasmed and shuddered one last time, voiding the last of his ardor inside his twin, “greedy… bitch…”

When he was effectively wrung dry by Desponia’s dexterous pussy, he shoved her away and retook his feet, brushing bits of debris and broken volcanic glass off of his statuesque figure.

“This was amusing, but there are still preparations to be made,” K’zaylenn sighed, brushing away shards of a broken table with his foot, “in less than six hours we’re going to leave all of this behind and land in the middle of the richest concentration of prey that has even been brought together—better not to expend our energy jousting with one another. The transition will go easier if you’ve properly fed on a mortal.”

K’Zaylenn casually draped himself in a thin, silken robe, not caring to tie the belt, letting it hang open as he went to replenish and prepare for the transition.

*-*-*

The Beast watched the incompetent, stumbling prey as it tripped over itself and dropped the garment from its face into the small stream of water that swept them down current through a crack in the rocks to join the fluid, underground water system which ran throughout the caverns like a nervous system.

For a moment, the Beast considered striking right then—worried that the loss of her eye protection would convince her to turn back, not wanting to let this prey escape so easily—but the prey continued to come toward it while the Beast watched, motionless and hungry.

The prey tried to press herself through the small gap in the rocks—not realizing that she was squishing her big, round, orange-clad tits against the Beast itself as she tried to squeeze in. Her thighs pressed against its’—her hips squirmed as more and more of her soft curves began pressing themselves smooth against the body of the great beast, trying to get past.

The Beast was not so far from human that it was immune to a carnal response from Velma wriggling her soft, curvy body against it—but it knew to stay still until she managed to press past, into the cavern and beyond, where light could not reach and help was a long way gone.

As Velma finally squished her way past the Beast, it helped itself to dragging the back of a long, coarse claw between her pillowy thighs, gently but coarsely teasing her pussy through her panties and under her skirt just as she managed to push through into open space.

When the prey ventured on into the caverns where only the Beast could see through the darkness, it followed her, growing closer as she moved away from the only exit, its breath hot on the back of her neck as they moved deeper where she tripped over one of several full duffel-bags of loose-packed cash.

*-*-*

“It’s completely understandable,” Oswald smiled, glancing down to where Daphne engaged him in brief but meaningful physical contact, “the tunnels can be a terrifying place beyond the hotel grounds, and with good reason. Better you stay close, where I can keep you safe.”

All-in-all it was a pretty smooth transition from scolding to smoldering and playful. Oswald did “smooth” well, but it was as disingenuous now as it was behind the front desk. He was hospitality smooth and even as he turned his hips casually into her, leaning forward into a gentle but passionate kiss.

His hand spread out on the small of her back—smoothly. He led her backward to the bed like a dance, slowly—smoothly. His lips trailed down her slender throat gently—smoothly. The terrycloth belt around her middle undone and cast open effortless and yes, smoothly. Her legs were smooth under his smooth touch and he laid her back onto the smooth, soft sheets, following closely on top.

“I’m sorry, am I getting ahead of myself?” Oswald asked softly as the kiss broke, his hand vanishing between Daphne’s thighs to gently stroke the outline of her clit through its hood, “do you want me to stop?”

While he awaited her answer, Oswald’s finger encountered the bare nub of her clit and he trailed tender kisses down her throat to her collarbones.

*-*-*

Shaggy was really quite impressed with the acrobatic maneuver that Ophelia executed, mounting his face like a saddle and pinning him down on the bed with her hips. In his surprise, he’d tucked the candy bar into his mouth, but as she settled into her smothering position, sitting on his face, he opened his mouth again, pushing the candy bar upward with his tongue—sliding the thick, phallic bar of steadily melting candy into her hot pussy.

The embossed, jagged lines that covered the bottom of the chocolate slid steadily over her G spot as he pushed the whole piece of candy inside her and then followed through with the steady pushing of his tongue, breaking the chocolate on one end and spreading out the nougat and caramel as he slowly pushed his tongue through the center of the candy bar, making it wider and meltier by the second.

Some of the melted chocolate was beginning to smear around Shaggy’s face and mouth as his tongue slowly began churning through the thick, melting candy packed inside of Ophelia, lapping up the warm, drippy mush that had become of the candy bar. His tongue curled upward through the thick, sugary mash and slide against her spot as he slowly dragged a whole peanut along her walls and into his mouth where he chewed it with a crunchy pop before burying his tongue back inside—now studded with chunky peanut bits at rolled and pressed irregularly as his tongue continued feasting on the bar he’d shoved inside her.

Ophelia was teasing him, just barely kissing and stroking his large, erect cock—but Shaggy was so busy eating her out like a Cadbury egg that he barely noticed her attempts at teasing. Sugar was the only satisfaction he required.

“Muhmmphhg-chu munch monch,” Shaggy was making odd noises as he went to town cleaning up the mess he’d made of Olivia’s tight, shaven pussy.

 

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Desponia cried out in pleasure when K’Zaylenn finally spilled his seed within her womb. His hands clenched around her neck while her pussy clenched around him. She started to cum for the nth time, her warm, wet pussy squeezed his cock over and over, as if she could possibly milk him of every possible drop of demonic cum. It wouldn’t sustain her, but it was a rush.

Sex between beings such as themselves was like eating a fancy dessert compared to drinking water with a salad. One tasted amazing but didn’t give you any energy; the other was necessary in order to stay fit. Though K’Zaylenn would always be her favorite decadent dessert, but he was right that it was time to devour some standard, yet energizing fare. Any of the screaming souls in the torture chambers would do. But who to pick this time…

K’Zaylenn was always so dramatic. “Richest concentration of prey that has ever been brought together”. Please. Desponia would always look back to the glory days, where she’d had men literally worship her like a God. Probably because they literally thought she was a God. Well, she was nearly old enough to be one. Unfortunately, humans were smarter now and more self-absorbed, less likely to believe in Gods and all that.

She knew she should be grateful - K’Zaylenn had found them their ticket back to the mortal realm. She couldn’t wait for it, but she would always want more.

Desponia would never be satisfied.

As she made her way to one of Hell’s torture chambers, she decided she’d feed off some of her favorites today. rather than the random frenzy she usually goes on. Who knew when she’d next be back. The transitions between realms was a very long and difficult process,once you made it to Earth realm you never planned on going back to Hell. The only way back was if the Devil himself dragged you, or you were banished by an exorcism ritual.

She’d probably kill the old man first, just to strike some fear in them and make them more compliant. She did hope they’d resist a little though, it was generally more fun that way. Desponia liked the slow transition from resistant to compliant to begging. It was always quite the show.


***

Oswald was acting much warmer towards her now. He told her she should stay close, so he could keep her safe. Then he placed his hand on the small of her back, leaned into her and kissed her! It was a deep, passionate kiss too. Daphne was shocked at this sudden change in attitude.

So much for not being charmed by her, huh?

Daphne couldn’t help but smirk against his mouth as he led her backwards towards the bed. That smirk turned into a smile then a moan as he kissed her neck. He opened her robe swiftly before laying her down on the bed and getting on top of her. Daphne was breathless at the suddenness of it all, but she didn’t feel like stopping it.

“Ah!” Daphne gasped with pleasure when Oswald ran his finger over her clit smoothly. He continued to touch her even as he asked if he should stop. Daphne couldn’t think straight, so she said what she felt:

“No. Keep going.”

She nudged her head down to engage him in another deep kiss as he played with her clit. She ran her hands up and down his torso, stopping at points to squeeze his shoulders, but for the most part she just enjoyed his touches. Damn, it had been too long since she’d been touched like this.

“Mmm…” Daphne moaned into Oswald’s mouth as he massaged her clit and kissed her neck. “I knew you were lying when you said you weren’t charmed by me…” She grinned into his kiss and reached for his cock lazily.

***

Velma managed to squeeze her voluptuous form through the narrow opening in the cave's wall. It was a tight squeeze, and at times it felt like the rock wall was breathing around her… but she kept herself calm by telling herself that wasn't possible and eventually she stumbled her way through.

“AH!” Velma yelped when she felt a sudden pressure at her center, like a strong finger pushing up against her panties, as she emerged from the narrow part of the cavern. It came and went so quickly Velma wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it. She was still all fired up from sex with Shaggy, her pussy aching to cum again. Surely it was just a rock she’d rubbed against...

Velma blinked in the darkness in a larger section of the cave now. She just needed time for her eyes to adjust, that was all. She took a deep breath and a careful step… then tripped and tumbled to the cavern floor.
Thankfully something soft broke her fall. It felt and smelled like money. She couldn't see how much it was, but there were bags upon bags of it!

"Jinkies, where did all this come from?"

Before she got a chance to ponder it further, she thought she heard someone breathing again. “Hello?” Velma shouted into the darkness, trying not to reveal that she was afraid.

A moment later someone had leapt on her, pressing down on her in the darkness, breath hot at the back of her neck.

Velma really screamed this time but calmed down slightly when she felt the familiar lanky form and stiff, gigantic beast of a cock pressing into her backside.

"Shaggy!" She exclaimed. "You scared me." The darkness, familiar form, and her unfulfilled desire led her to believe this beast to be her boyfriend.

Velma wiggled her ass enticingly against him, moaned at the pressure of his cock at her backside. “I knew you couldn’t get enough.”

***

Ophelia was absolutely disgusted but was too slow to stop him as Shaggy shoved the candy bar against her pussy lips, then slightly inside of her. She felt the cool, hard chocolate inside her for a moment followed by Shaggy’s long, seeking tongue. His tongue broke apart the chocolate and smeared the soft nougat just inside of her. Though her mental repulsion blocked out any possible pleasure from Shaggy’s absurd vulva buffet, there was a minor stimulation to it, and an odd pleasure to the peanut he was grinding against her gspot.

She would stop him but it was already too late, and at least she could count on him to clean up after himself. He made loud noises of satisfaction as he lapped at her pussy, his long tongue probing her depths. His agile tongue swept away all the residue at her opening.

When she felt she was sufficiently cleaned, Ophelia swung her body around once again so she straddled him. She pushed her hands down on his chest almost violently. He was bound from the chains, and now that he’d depleted the snacks that were within reach, Ophelia was sure she’d have his undivided attention.

She glared into his beady little eyes. “You behave like an animal.”

She hovered her core above his massive cock, gently rubbing her pussy against the thick helm, covering him in her juices. Despite her disgust and rage at how messy he’d been, his tongue had gotten her wet and ready. Rubbing her cunt atop his cock now, Ophelia was ready to seal the deal.

“I bet you fuck like an animal too,” she said, then speared herself atop his massive rod.

She liked it to sting at first, and oh did it sting. Ophelia gasped at the sharpness of it, but otherwise bore no reaction to impaling herself halfway down his incredible cock. She shoved her body down on his further, not letting herself get accommodated. She did not break eye contact as she continued sliding down his rigid cock. When at last he was fully inside her, Ophelia rose her hips to do it all over again. As she did so, she noticed some blood on his cock. The sight made her head spin as she flashed back to this very bed with an equally well endowed someone forcing her open. But this time, she was in control.

Shaggy’s hands were still cuffed to the bedposts. Ophelia would not free him because she knew he’d reach for more snacks. Ophelia liked dominating the idiot, fucking him as hard as she could.

 

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The Beast salivated and breathed heavier as the prey pressed itself against him, mistaking him for a part of the cavern mouth. The prey was as soft as the beast was hard—even for prey, she was soft and supple like the flesh of a veal calf. She cried out in wanton reciprocity to his invasive caress. The Beast took this as a sign that the prey was in heat.

When she tumbled over the bags of paper, The Beast fell upon her, no longer able to resist its carnal urges to mate with this prey—too sweet to just destroy, he had to taste of her. They prey seemed to enjoy it, perhaps mistaking him for one of her own. The Beast was all too happy to let her maintain that belief.

With its breath heavy against her neck, the beast let its tongue creep out and caress the pulse of her neck while she ground her round ass against its growing cock. Within moments, the beast was fully erect and eager to mate. With a swift pass of a sharp claw, her panties were sliced at the center—falling open to reveal her plump, salivating cunt.

The Beast wasted no time sinking its decidedly human feeling cock deep into the warm folds of her wet snatch.

“Hughn!” The Beast snarled as it hilted inside the prone girl, rough hands moving under her sweater to squeeze her large breasts with a strength that seemed super-human, “auh-huhn!”

The Beast continued to grunt and snarl as it rutted like only a beast can—slamming itself as deep as it could go and then wiggling its angular hips in aggressive circles before withdrawing just enough to slam back home and wiggle around again. The Beast’s terrifying phallus seemed to be urging her to open wider, to take him deeper, to be utterly ruined by his cock.

To The Beast’s great surprise she seemed to take him quite skillfully and despite his brute strength, she seemed quite adept at taking even his considerable size. This only made him bolder as sandy fingers pressed together around her pencil eraser nipples he slammed her harder still—not wanting to be bested by his prey.

“Hungh—hungh—hungh!” if force couldn’t break this prey, The Beast resolved to batter her defenses with speed, its hips no longer wiggling but moving faster at a rate that would put a jackrabbit to shame, “hungh—hungh—hungh—hunh!”

*-*-*

Daphne begged him not to stop, just as Oswald had anticipated. He rewarded her by slipping his middle and ring fingers inside of her tight pussy while his index and thumb stayed busy coaxing her clit out into the light. She mocked him, saying he was lying about not being charmed by her, to which he might have said that she was just a hole for his cock, nothing more—if not for the outstanding bet with his preferred lover, his twin sister.

When she leaned in for another kiss he complied, but left her wanting more as his teeth snared her bottom lip and dragged their way down until her pouty, pink bottom lip sprang free.

Oswald dragged his teeth over Daphne’s pale chest, moving down until he gently captured her erect nipple between his teeth. He didn’t bite down any harder than he needed to in order to anchor the little nub while he battered it with his tongue. Her breasts were not as large or supple as Ophelia’s—but above average they were at a minimum.

With his mouth working her breast, Oswald reached down to unfasten his belt and unbutton his slacks. Within moments his long, picturesque cock was free and brushing against Daphne’s exposed inner thigh. She was pale and smooth—but not as much as Ophelia.

“I’ve never felt so enchanted by someone. I was over-compensating,” Oswald was a talented liar—one of the few things his father had taught him, “I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.”

It mattered not to Oswald if she fell for him or not—though the prospect of having an eager little fuck-doll like her was appealing. Perhaps after some training he could even share her with Ophelia—the thought of Daphne’s red hair pooled between Ophelia’s thighs while she rode her face encouraged him to go further.

When it seemed that Daphne’s juices were dripping from his elbow, Oswald pulled his hand free, replacing it in a swift—well-practiced maneuver that slid his cock deep into her. Oswald had no idea how desperate Daphne was to be appreciated like this—years on end of being overlooked by Fred had made her especially vulnerable to Oswald’s pretenses. Without a foundation of genuine appreciation to contrast his attentions against, every word from his mouth rang true.

“Oh, you feel so good! I’ve never felt like this,” it took some effort on Oswald’s part not to roll his eyes as he heard himself say this, “it’s so good.”

He kissed her again, and this time didn’t leave her hanging. His tongue embraced and caressed hers as his deep sigh from his nose brushed her red hair back from her neck. He was thrusting, not hard, but deep—gently forcing more and more of himself inside. Damn she was tight…

He gained momentum as he went, alternately sucking and biting on her nipple while he slid his still wet fingers into her mouth.

*-*-*

“Like wow, man—you’ve really got some moves!” Shaggy exclaimed as Ophelia mounted him, chocolate and caramel dripppings still smeared across his lips and through his patchy beard, “like… this is awesome!”

Though he was freely giving it, Ophelia didn’t seem to need any encouragement from him as she rode his huge cock like it was a carnival ride. He wanted to squeeze her boobies—but with his hands bound as they were, he could only squirm and try to match her thrusts.

Before long, it seemed like she didn’t even notice him there and her concern for his pleasure or even safety was nonexistent.

“Like, wait—Zoinks! H-hold up a—Zoinks!” it was too late, she was battering exclamations out of him and he was helpless to resist in form or function, “zoinks—zoinks—zoinks—zoinks!”

Every time she slammed her hips down on him, Shaggy would cry out in tandem with the headboard battering the wall, in turn scuffing his knuckles against the sandstone wall. At first it was erotic—but it was uncomfortable before too long.

Shaggy resolved that the only way to free himself from this bondage of pleasure and pain was to get her off, so he dug his heels into the mattress and began to meet her downward strokes with upswinging strokes of his own—the impact of the dual forces meeting wasn’t exactly pleasurable for Shaggy, who felt like her tight, shallow pussy might fold his beast of a cock in half—but she wanted it rough so rough was how she was gonna get it.

“Like wow, man. You’re some kind of freak!” Shaggy giggled in between earth-shattering collisions between their bodies, “lucky for you, I’m a freak too!”

Shaggy let go of a sophomoric giggle before another downthrust knocked the wind out of him again.

“Zoinks!”

*-*-*

Meanwhile, in the kitchen pantry Scooby Doo was coming to.

"'Raggy?" Scooby inquired, still dazed from his sedative, "'Relma? 'Red? 'Raphne?"

The large dog propped himself up on unsteady legs, leaning heavily against the wall as he stumbled back to the cavernous, empty lobby.

"'Raggy?" Scooby inquired again of the empty space before stumbling deeper into the cavern, "'Rophelia?"

"Scooby Doo, is that you?" Fred called out, still trapped in a sink hole further down the cavern, "come help me! I'm stuck!"

Fred was somewhat relieved that it was their loyal canine and not a human who'd come to rescue him--he didn't want to explain to anyone how he'd come to be pantsless, much less why it gave him an erection...

 

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Velma moaned wantonly as she rubbed herself against who she believed to be Shaggy. Her skirt rode up higher as she wiggled her hips, leaving her red panties on display. She gasped when she felt his tongue against her neck, sliding against her pulse. She felt him grow hard against her backside quickly and a few moments later he sliced her panties open. Velma would have been mad if that wasn’t so fucking hot.

“Oh!” she yelped as the cool air of the cavern assaulted her bare, wet pussy. She bit her lip in anticipation of Shaggy’s cock. Their coupling was made even sexier by her lack of sight. Each of his movements was a surprise.

He pushed in without hesitation. He entered her deeply, there was no warm up. Velma could handle it; her wet cunt gripping him tight, her huge ass more than enough cushioning for his thrusts. Shaggy reached underneath her to grasp her breasts. His skin was rough - he must have dirt on his hands from the cave. He grasped her breasts tightly, harder than normal.

“Ow! Uh, mmm..” Velma grunted in pleasure-pain. His grip on her breasts was too tight. He was fucking her differently than normal too, jerking his hips in shorter thrusts but circling inside her, as if feeling for a way to get in deeper. It was primal the way he was fucking her.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Velma’s feminine cries echoed off the cavern walls. Perhaps if she wasn’t moaning so loudly she’d be able to realize that the moans from the man behind her were definitely not those of her idiot boyfriend.

He squeezed her nipples tightly between his fingers. His fingers felt fatter than usual, so did his gut against her back as he pounded her into the cave floor. Everything felt a bit off, but as he started to drill into her repeatedly, jerking in and out of her faster than normal, it was starting to feel too good for her to care.

“Oh my god!” Velma cried out. She could feel an orgasm building as he continued fucking her with no signs of slowing.

It was a little weird Shaggy hadn’t spoken yet; maybe he’d finally realized it wasn’t exactly sexy.

***

There was something cathartic about dominating Shaggy like this. Ophelia ignored his repeated cries - whatever nonsense made up word he was mumbling - and kept bouncing her hips up and down on him like a jackhammer, grinding her hips around his on every downward slide. She mostly ignored looking at him - the big globs of chocolate matted in his beard were not exactly turning her on. Instead she looked between them at her cunt enveloping his long, thick, gigantic cock again and again. Ophelia’s breathing was getting heavier. She was slamming down into his hips again and again, chasing orgasm, their skinny bodies crashing together. His cock throbbed inside her tight pussy. Ophelia needed it rough to cum, at least with Shaggy, since the only redeeming quality he had was the size of his cock and willingness to fuck.

“Mmm…” Ophelia sighed.

She wondered how her twin was doing and the thought of him fucking either of those brats had her seeing red. She took her jealousy out on Shaggy, grinding her hips frantically against him.

“Like wow, man. You’re some kind of freak!” Shaggy giggled as she fucked him hard. “Lucky for you, I’m a freak too!”

“S-shut up!” she sneered and moaned at the same time. He was distracting her from achieving orgasm. His voice and mannerisms were a huge turnoff.

Tired of hearing his voice, Ophelia leaned down and smothered him with her generous tits, not as big as his girlfriend’s, but enough to crowd his vision and encumber his breathing at the same time. She slapped her tittes from side to side as she bounced up and down on top of him. When she felt close to orgasm, instead of bouncing Ophelia began to grind her pussy into him, feeling his cock fill her up and the friction of him rubbing against her clit.
She came aided by thoughts of her brother and the hopes she’d won their little wager by bedding Shaggy first.

Her orgasm hadn’t been powerful, but it was enough to calm her down and she untied Shaggy from the bed with some reluctance.

“You say you’re a freak huh? Let’s see how freaky you can be,” Ophelia challenged. She leapt off of him gracefully and repositioned herself so her ass faced him. She angled her head back to look at him as she wiggled her ass towards him. “Fuck me till you cum. But no more food stuff or I will tie you up again. Shaggy, fuck me with your monstrous, freaky cock!” she demanded.

***

Daphne gasped when Oswald pushed two fingers inside her as he continued rubbing her clit. She moaned into his mouth but their kiss didn’t last for long. Oswald moved down her neck, nibbling his way to her breasts. He captured her nipple between his teeth gently and started flicking his tongue against her hardened bud. Daphne moaned softly in response.

With the same deft smoothness as he’d starting touching her with, he removed his cock from the confines of his pants. Daphne felt it pressing against her inner thigh. She mewled softly as she looked down at his long, hard cock.

His words were awful… sudden, to say the least. Daphne was flattered by his confession and happy to have the attention, but she was a little confused. After all, she had just met the man this morning and he’d been so rude to her after her encounter with the monster… though she supposed she was beautiful enough to have that effect on men sometimes. If only her enchantments worked on Freddy in the same way.

Daphne pushed such thoughts from her mind and focused on how good Oswald was making her feel. His talented fingers worked her clit and pussy in tandem, drawing out moans from the red-headed beauty. It was amazing to be touched by someone else and not her own hand in some musty motel 6 or in the back of the van. Oswald’s fingers worked magic between her thighs. He was clearly experienced. Daphne liked that.

“Mmh, you make me feel so good,” Daphne moaned. She fondled his cock gently as she delighted in his touch. His thumb and forefinger danced on her exposed clit. Her pussy was getting so wet - she could hear it each time Oswald pumped his fingers inside her.

There was a moment of emptiness that had Daphne writhing her cunt into his palm, but then his fingers were replaced with his cock. Daphne cried out. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he pressed inside her.

“Oh god!” she cried. She was dripping wet but her pussy was still so tight that there was a slight sharpness to his first few thrusts. Oswald groaned out as well, telling her he’d never felt a pussy better than hers. His words and kisses helped ease her initial pain, and soon Daphne was moaning into his mouth as she returned his passionate kisses. She ran a hand through his dark hair as they kissed. She felt the pressure of his lip rings underneath her lip as he wrapped his tongue around hers.

He broke the kiss to tend to her nipples, replacing his lips with his fingers. Daphne sucked obediently, moaning around them.

Daphne hadn’t had a good fuck since her early days as part of the Mystery Gang, and hadn’t had a passionate one like this since her boyfriend in high school. For Daphne, this was heaven. With each thrust he pushed a little deeper. They were dancing with their hips to a steady beat. Her toes curled from the pleasure.

“Oh, Oswald. I’ve never felt this good either. God, it's been years...” She accidentally admitted, getting all caught up in the moment, forgetting she was supposed to be dating Freddy so the twins wouldn’t catch on to their investigation. Her heart skipped a beat. She ran her hands up and down Oswald’s back, squeezed his buttocks, urging him deeper. Her comment could mean anything. She pushed forward, gave an attempt at dirty talk. “Your cock feels so good. It’s stretching my tight little pussy so much.”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

The Beast continued to pound the prey with its hard cock, leaning over to grasp both of her breasts in its massive, taloned hands as its hips bucked and thrust reflexively in rapid succession. Its breath was hot and coming in deep gasping pants as it exerted itself fucking her as hard and fast as it could—still trying to probe her deeper, but no longer rotating its hips.

Despite the obvious exertion The Beast was expending, there was no trace of sweat on its sandstone body. With how hard it was slamming into Velma’s round, jiggly ass it was increasingly apparent that its body was rough and hard—more like stone than flesh.

“Guhh—guhh—guhh—” The Beast was grunting as it pounded away, rutting like a beast—which it was, “Rahh—rahh—hahhh!”

The Beast loved the loud, echoing moans coming from the prey as he slammed it harder—which only enticed him to fuck her harder. Its long, rough tongue snaked out past its fanged maw, moving over the back of Velma’s neck and working its way around to the side of her neck. With its face so close to hers, it seemed impossible for Velma not to realize that she was being fucked by something other than her boyfriend. It didn’t matter, he had her now—she was powerless to fight him off.

“Mine,” The Beast groaned as the prey seemed to be climaxing, “all mine…”

The Beast rooted itself inside once more, pressing every inch of itself into her wet pussy. Its cock jerked one powerful time before dumping a thick, hot glut of semen into her. Its balls tugged and jerked as glut after glut of cum filled her up, filled her to overflowing.

*-*-*

“Like harsh, man,” Shaggy groaned as Ophelia ordered him to shut up—and worse yet, stopped fucking him.

When she untied his restraints, Shaggy rubbed his wrists tenderly, he wasn’t used to bondage in any way-shape-or-form and he wasn’t certain he liked it. But when she turned around and offered herself to him, Shaggy felt much more comfortable with that style.

“Like, yeah! Scooby-Style is my specialty,” Shaggy chuckled, sounding stoned and stupid as ever, “I can, like, fuck you good like this… you… you… dirty girl!”

Shaggy wasn’t used to dirty talk either but it seemed like the kind of thing that Ophelia would be into and it hurt him a lot less than being tied down, so he was willing to try it, even if his attempt at talking dirty was undeniably cringe and awkward. His cock sank smoothly into her this time as he grasped both of her firm ass cheeks for leverage.

“Like, here’s that freaky cock you ordered,” Shaggy affected the cadence of the sexiest thing he could imagine, pizza delivery, “extra toppings on this one, freak.”

The “extra toppings” were just a few hard thrusts but it seemed to communicate what he was intending. A thin sheen of sweat had broken out over Shaggy’s body now and he didn’t know how much longer he was going to last. She had told him to fuck her until he came, so he was content to oblige her.

“Like, here comes the special sauce, man!” Shaggy groaned, bottoming out inside her as his balls twitched and the cum started rushing up the shaft of his cock.

*-*-*

Oswald was scarcely able to contain the laughter that threatened to bubble over as Daphne confessed to him that she hadn’t been fucked properly in far too long. She seemed much too hot to be a loser like the rest of her rag-tag crew of ragamuffins but he guessed that one was only as good as the company they kept.

If you lie down with dogs, you’ll wake up with fleas.

“Oh yes, baby! It’s so good,” Oswald moaned theatrically before diving into another deep kiss, driving his cock back inside of her.

Daphne was truly pathetic but at least she was beautiful. She would make a lovely addition to his extensive collection of sport-fucks that he and his sister were in the habit of collecting. He felt confident that this would make him the winner of his bet with Ophelia, since neither of the human males in the group seemed capable of scoring, even with the game rigged in their favor.

The tightness of Daphne’s pussy was plenty of evidence to demonstrate how pathetic the men in her life were as far as sexual exploits were concerned. The thought of lording this over his sister turned Oswald on more than Daphne did, he moved faster.

A single trickle of sweat moved down the spinal crease of Oswald’s muscular back as he arched it again, thrusting hard and fast now. He was ready to be done with Daphne already and run back into the cold, loving embrace of his twin.

Maybe later he’d decide to fuck the fat one as well, just to have a matching set.

“Cum for me, baby. Give me your orgasm and I’ll cum inside!”

This was a lie, of course. Oswald and Ophelia had long ago agreed that internal climaxes were exclusively for one another exclusively. Oswald had no intention of wasting his cum inside of Daphne—instead he wanted to glaze her with his hot load when it came which would be soon.

“Cum, baby—cuuuuuuummm!” Oswald groaned, shoving in deep just before pulling out and jerking the shaft of his cock.

He aimed for her face and when he came, even managed to reach it with three consecutive bursts of cum, each less surging than the one before. It was like he’d flooded a valley, his cum in a splattered, meandering, white river going down her front. Hair, face, tits, stomach—nowhere but inside of her was spared.

 

[Emstar303]

Velma and the beast’s loud, heady moans and the sound of his hips slapping into hers echoed throughout the chamber. As her continued fucking her, it became increasingly more evident this thing fucking her was not her lanky, monster-cock hippie boyfriend, but someone, something? else. His skin felt rough, and his breath seemed wrong. Perhaps the most obvious clue were the claws suddenly digging into her breasts.

Despite this revelation, Velma was too far lost to pleasure to care. She was on the brink of orgasm, and if anything the realization she was getting fucked - raped really - by a monster is what sent her over the edge - that and the wild thrusting from the monster’s cock. He seemed to be fucking her harder with each thrust.

“OHHH fuck yes!!! Mmmm!” Velma cried out as her pussy contracted around the huge cock buried deep in her pussy. She came so hard, her pussy squeezing around her attacker’s cock over and over, as if trying to milk him dry of cum. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She came for a long time - the deep, hard body shaking thrusts from the stranger helped prolong her orgasm, and then, before she knew it, her attacker was cumming too.

“Mine, all mine…” the monster growled into her ear as he rutted against her for the final time, spilling his seed deep within her depths.

Having finally reached the orgasm she’d deserved, Velma was finally able to think straight. What was this? More importantly, who was this? There was always another explanation. It sounded human when it spoke, despite the rough patches of skin she felt against hers.

"Fucking jinkies!” she cursed, this time not in pleasure, but anger and some fear. “Tell me who you are!” Velma reached back behind her in the general facial area, blindly reaching for a mask or zipper or something to indicate a human hiding underneath. She wondered if it was their gothic hostess. It had to be him, or another guest at the hotel perhaps? The problem was, she wasn’t finding a zipper…



Daphne moaned into Oswald’s mouth as he kissed her deeply again. She was so hungry for it, for a man to take charge and appreciate her body like this, just dominate her. “Mmm... yes,” she moaned into his mouth. He was fucking her so good, so deep, so sensual. She lifted her hips to meet his, grinding her clit against him.

“Cum for me, baby. Give me your orgasm and I’ll cum inside!” Oswald demanded.

“Ooohhh,” Daphne moaned. She ground her hips against his harder, grinding her clit against him. The fire burned brighter as she chased her pleasure. He pressed in deeper than ever and she screamed. But, just as she was moments away from orgasming, he pulled out.

Oswald shot his cum at her like a carnival squirtgun, spraying it all over her face; onto her pouty lips and into her open mouth, down her throat and over her breasts. Daphne’s fingers flew to her clit to finisher herself off, his cum bath adding to her pleasure. His cum dampened her long red hair and stained the taste of her tongue. Daphne came suddenly, her toes twitching as her knees flexed up close to her breasts and she trembled violently. Oswald was still glazing her with cum. He coated her so greatly that she’d need to shower all over again.

When they’d both finally finished and their breathing slowed, Daphne wiped some cum from her eyes then blinked up at Oswald with something akin to awe. "That was amazing," she praised him. "Looks like I'll have to shower again!" She laughed lightly, smiling at her gothic host.

He really would be more handsome if he ditched the lip rings.



Shaggy was insufferable. Ophelia had genuinely never met a more irritating person. Scooby-style, really? Jesus. Her brother had really gotten the better end of the deal here. One of the guys seemed to be an asexual and the other one was just a complete bafoon.

Ophelia closed her eyes as Shaggy began fucking her from behind. She really should have muzzled him instead of tying him up - that had been an oversight. Oh well, at least he fucked good.

Despite his unbearable dirty talk, his cock still felt amazing when it slid back inside her. It was so big that it hurt just a little and Ophelia liked it that way. Shaggy gripped her hips hard as he slammed his cock inside her and she cried out. Fuckkkk it was so much more intense in Scooby-style - shit - doggy-style. Ophelia tried her best to tune him out.

“Ah! Fuck - yes - harder! Make it hurt!” Ophelia moaned. Behind her eyelids she pictured her twin, hovering over her as he fucked her deeply. She moved a hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit frantically, chasing another, hopefully stronger, orgasm.

Like, here comes the special sauce, man!” Shaggy groaned suddenly.

Ophelia gasped and shot forward a great distance, pulling herself off him just in time for his first gluts of cum to splash against her round, firm ass. Ophelia panted heavily as his cum splashed all over her ass and back, even reaching up to her neck.

She was horrified that she’d nearly accidently let him cum inside her. Her velvet channel was reserved for one man only - her dear twin brother. They’d made a pact to each other when they’d agreed to pursue other people - that she would only allow Oswald’s cum inside her and Oswald would only ever cum inside her. That was a promise she never intended to break. All she wanted was to be alone. She stared at the ceiling, breathing deeply. She better have won this damn bet.

Eventually, she sat up and reached for her black silk bathrobe. She spoke to Shaggy, but barely looked at him. “It’s going to be dinner time soon. I’m sure your friends and my brother have found Daphne by now. You should head back to your room and get ready for dinner. I’ll meet you there in about half an hour,” she suggested. She forced herself to flash him a smile.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Velma’s demand to know the identity of her attacker were answered only by an ear-piercing screech from the maw of the beast, like ten-thousand bats screaming at once. A horrible grinding was heard as the wide wings of the huge beast swept down and its body shot up into the unfathomable darkness of the cave—disappearing into darkness within seconds of extracting its cock.

The screech sounded again from somewhere far distant in the darkness, leaving Velma alone in the dark with the bags of money. Some moments later, her glasses tumbled onto the bags of money from somewhere in the dark.

*-*-*

Oswald had sat up on the edge of the bed, fishing around in his slacks for a cigarette. He’d all but forgotten about Daphne, wondering if one of those pathetic excuses for men had violated his sister. It was hard for him to imagine—but he also knew better than to doubt Ophelia’s abilities when she set her mind to something.

Perhaps they had tied. Whoever said that a tie was like “kissing your sister,” had never met Oswald and Ophelia. He was pondering compromises that they might reach if a clear winner couldn’t be found when Daphne spoke up, praising him. He looked back, but only for a moment—disgusted at his own handiwork.

“Yes, you will undoubtedly need to shower,” Oswald nodded, getting up from the bed and lighting a cigarette, “we try to preserve an air of dignity around our evening meals. My sister left one of her evening gowns in your closet, in case you don’t have anything… suitable, in your own wardrobe.”

The warmth was gone entirely from Oswald’s voice. He tossed a towel from the rack over Daphne’s cum splattered body without looking back at her.

“I’ll see you at dinner,” was all he said as Oswald departed the room in a cloud of smoke.

*-*-*

Shaggy was feeling more than a little guilty about cheating on Velma, now that his ardor was spent and his libido calmed. He was going to have hell to pay for this—but what was he supposed to do? She’d lured him in with food and sex! It wasn’t fair.

“Like, okay, man. Just, like—maybe we can keep this a secret? Like, just between us, you know?” Shaggy was whining pathetically, if only he’d known how much Ophelia did not want anyone to know what she’d done with the stoned idiot, “like, my girlfriend might not understand, man.”

Almost out of habit, Shaggy went to the door as Ophelia was leaving and leaned over, as if to give her a kiss goodbye—but the door slammed shut without her looking back again and his lips were caught between the door and the stone doorframe. Shaggy moaned and grunted as he tried in vain to extract his lips from where they were wedged. He tried to open the door again, but it too was wedged tightly shut with his lips in between the door and frame.

In the end he had no choice but to pull back with force, his face stretching out further and further, with a sound like the fibers of an old hammock being laid in by an obese person. When finally he reached a point of extraction, his lips came springing free and smacked him in the face with a loud slap. The impact knocked him clear back into the bed.

“Like, Zoinks, man… Scooby Doo, where are you?” Shaggy was not his best self without his best friend.

*-*-*

“Come on, Scoobs! Pull!” Fred encouraged, clinging to the very large animal with both arms while his legs kicked futilely in the air below the sink hole, “heave-ho!”

“’Ri’m ‘rying, ‘red! Ri’m ‘rying!” Scooby’s feet were kicking up dust as he backpedaled and backpedaled but got nowhere, it was a sound like bongo drums.

“Heave—HO!” Fred shouted, pushing off the ground with one hand, finally becoming unwedged from the sink hole with a sound like a cork popping from a bottle of champagne.

Fred tumbled into Scooby and the two rolled for some distance in a jumble of human and canine body parts blended together. Fortunately for them, they rolled to the back wall of the cave instead of over the edge and to a certain death. The two lay in a tumble of tangled limbs, breathing heavy for a long moment.

“Hey, ‘Red,” Scooby remarked, discomfort straining his voice, “where are your pants?”

*-*-*

The hour for dinner had finally arrived. Shaggy was the first to enter the immaculate dining room. A massive, Tiffany chandelier spread out across the ceiling, bathing the entire space in warm, glittering, orange light. The place settings glittered under the light in a way that only real silver cutlery and real crystal stemware can.

The scene was a stark contrast to Shaggy, who looked like a crumpled mess in his borrowed tuxedo. The cuffs of his slacks fell across his shins, exposing the fact that he didn’t have appropriate shoes to pair with the expensive suit. The sleeves of his coat similarly failed to meet the lanky extremities of his arms while the entire torso of the tux slumped around his skinny body like a sleeping bag.

His body language reflected how uncomfortable Shaggy felt in these clothes.

Fred soon joined his friend, much better fitted to be wearing one of Oswald’s hand-me-downs—though the buttons of his shirt reflected a tightness in his chest and shoulders.

“Oh, Scooby Doo! I’ve missed you!” Shaggy exclaimed as his dog leaped up into his arms.

“’Raggy!” Scooby exclaimed, matching his friend’s joy at their reunion and licking his face.

“There are no animals permitted in my dining room!” a booming voice echoed through the cavernous space.

For the first time, the others saw the patriarch of the Lowlands Chateau, Oliver Redding, father to the twins and the sole owner of the establishment. His tux fit him like a second skin and a large, reflective ruby pin held the edges of his collarless shirt neatly together around his throat. He was startlingly handsome for a man his age and seemed to be in exceptional shape.

“Please escort your friend back to the lobby. The chef has prepared some table scraps for him while we enjoy our meal.”

“Like, sorry, Scoobs. They’ve got lots of rules in this place,” Shaggy said regretfully, setting Scooby back on his feet.

Scooby whined as he left, casting a pleading glance back at Oliver who was thoroughly unmoved.

“I now bid you welcome! Please, take your seats. Do you prefer red or white,” Oliver asked over his shoulder, passing his hand over the necks of bottles neatly shelved into a rack and each baring a decent coat of dust that implied they had been aged here for some time, “perhaps a nice Brunello from eighty-two—an excellent year for Italian wines.”