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"Hot Dog Haze"

Lightning streaked through the sky on this particularly dark and spooky night. The sound of the rickety wooden ship groaned as the waters churned against its sides, giving it a slow rocking motion that made the legs of the Mystery Inc. members feel like Jell-o. They had been called to the site of an old amusement park pirate ride to investigate strange disappearances of livestock from the farms nearby. The farmers claimed it was some hound of hell that emitted lightning and could fly higher than any animal should ever be able to. After that coop of chickens the night before had exploded, it was more than enough to convince Fred Jones that this would be a good mission for them to investigate.

"You know, I don't know why we're here..." Daphne said with a sigh as she looked around. She swiped some stray dust that had gotten onto her dark purple blouse and casually flipped her neckerchief straight despite the wind still blowing at her back. "It's probably just some weirdo in a mask again." She sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "This is the sort of thing that gets old. We go out, we get dirty, and we get some creepy old coot that was the bad guy all along. Wash, rinse, repeat. Doesn't anyone else get tired of it?"

"Well, sometimes I do, Daphne." Velma said, taking her glasses off and rubbing them along the sleeve of her orange turtleneck sweater. She huffed a breath of air onto them and did it once more before putting them back on. "But the thrill of the mystery is fascinating. It's really hard to pass it up."

"And besides..." Fred said, pulling up a loosened floorboard and checking underneath it only to pull out a handful of cobwebs, which he quickly wiped off on his pants with a cringe. "We're doing the public a service catching these guys."

"Besides... it's not like it couldn't be a g-g-ghost... or a monster." Shaggy added, in his scratchy, high pitched voice. "From-from what I've seen this thing's like a dog... like... like all fours and whatnot. Maybe Scooby'll know him, right, Scoob?" There was a brief pause with no answer. "Scoob?" He turned around to see that the brown Great Dane was not in sight. "Huh!" He exclaimed. "Usually I'm the first one to turn tail and run. Oh well, if you can't beat 'em..." He was tugged back by Velma who grabbed the back of his green shirt with an almost vicious vice grip.

"Then you let them stay beat. You don't have any reason to go running off into the night, Shaggy. Now stay put." She said warningly. "We have to find this hound of storms or whatever it is before it starts causing harm to people. Now get moving!" She said with a forceful shove to Shaggy's back as they walked toward the other two. "Scooby can take care of himself."

Elsewhere, Scooby had wandered off on his own. The brown, spotted dog had picked up the delicious aroma of food and his stomach almost always responds to it. Sniffing along the floor, be had bumped into a swinging door. He rubbed his nose in confusion and stared at it; the door was an off-white color with a circular port hole window in the top. Raising one of his eyebrows, Scooby hopped up and rested his paws on the door, peering through the window and into the room just beyond.

He could smell food within, but he could also smell something else... something he wasn't familiar with. Something that both triggered his defensive growl and his sense of terror at the same time. For a moment, Scooby pondered just going back the other way, he'd lost Shaggy and the others some time ago, but he was sure he'd find them on the ship somewhere. However, amidst his pondering, Scooby suddenly found himself leaning forward, as the swinging door into the galley was swinging open, and sending him in with it. He tried to push his paws off the door and jump away, but that only sent him in faster. His front paws hit the floor, the wood snapped and sent the plank up hard and fast into his rear. "YIPE!" Scooby squealed as he was thrust forward, skidding across the smooth floor inside. He tumbled and entered a roll, suddenly crashing into a massive pile of pots and pans that crashed down on top of him. He shrieked as he watched another stack from a ceiling-bound rack suddenly snap free and cascade down on top of him as well.

"Uuugh..." Scooby groaned and shook his head, still dizzy from the fall. Another pot fell next to him, making him jump. "Shh!" He said in the direction of the fallen pile of metal. "Somebody's gonna hear you!" He whispered as if the pots and pans could understand him.

"Not as much as they're going to hear you." An unfamiliar voice sent a shiver down Scooby's spine as he turned around only to see a large cauldron-sized pot wobble back and forth. "You think you can give me a hand?"

"RIKES! A GH-GH-GHOST!" Scooby screamed as he threw himself into the air. Comically, the pots under Scooby's feet were less willing to aid in his escape as they shot out from under his paws one at a time until his feet hit the bare floor and he bolted from the room so quickly that he nearly crashed into an oven in the kitchen.

Whimpering, Scooby bolted up an adjacent corridor, then turned and found himself descending a ribbed plank of a staircase that wound its way down even further. He was in a blind panic, it took him several feet to realize he was actually headed in the wrong direction, but as he skidded to a halt and turned to run back upstairs, he could see someone, or something clanging through the doorway which he had escaped into. He gasped and continued on down the corridor. He crashed into every corner and every wall he came across until he came into a very dark room, a drenching wet floor made him stop and stare at it; the ship was partly sunk and stuck at the bottom of this river. The moisture and mud had rotted through the bottom of the ship's hull, but it was already touching the ground, so little to no water had been able to make it in. But this also meant the Scooby was trapped, and the ghost would be fully aware of that. He gasped and backed up the stairs a few tabs, before glancing over his shoulder and seeing someone coming from the distance. He panicked, he didn't know what he was going to do at this point. Jumping back into the hall to the previous room and spotted a small packing crate a few feet away. He gasped and grabbed it, dumping out the contents he quickly ducked and pulled it down over his head just as the stranger had arrived.

He was a strange looking creature; blue and white with two horns on top of his head that pointed straight up, then sharply forward at an angle. His narrow, blue eyes scanned past the crate, making Scooby cringe and make sure that every part of his body was crammed into the small space. It wasn't a ghost, it was a monster... definitely a monster. Hearing himself let out a whimper, Scooby clamped a paw over his mouth and held his breath. He watched the canine freeze and look around, his thick tail swished in a moment of confusion as he peered down into the room below.

"Hmm. That's odd, he seems to have vanished." The dog said as he turned around. "Perhaps he went topside." He started toward the crate and the steps beyond. Scooby closed his eyes tight, believing that if he did that, it increased his chances of not being seen.

It seemed to work though; Scooby opened his eyes again and saw that there was no one standing in the hall anymore. Slowly, Scooby craned his head upward, pushing the top of the crate up as he lifted his eyes past the upper edge of the box. Peering from left to right he slowly let his breath go as he came up even higher. Suddenly a pair of eyes appeared from overhead, light as a feather, the canine snuck on top of the crate where Scooby had been hiding. "Hello." The voice said.

"YYAAAAAAAAGHHH!" Scooby screamed, his girth suddenly filling the size of the box, causing it to break apart and sending him to the floor. The canine and the top of the crate landed on top of Scooby's back.

"Hey! Hold on! I'm not going to hurt you!" The canine explained. "I'm one of the good guys!"

"Reah, right." Scooby rolled his eyes. "Rirst you tell me that, then the next thing I know I'm on your menu!"

"You talk strangely, dog." He said as he pushed his weight down on Scooby. "Now look, I mean you no harm, but I'm not letting you up until you agree to help me!"

"Rooby won't take this lying down!" He grunted as he tried to get up, realizing that the dog's weight was more than he could simply push up."

"Ruby? That's your name? That's an odd name."

"No, no, no... Rooby. Rooby!"

"Ruby... Ruby... you sound like a broken record. I thought the humans up top were calling you Scooby."

"Reah! Reah! Rooby! That's my name!"

"So... Scooby then? You talk stranger than anyone I've ever met." He said. "Now agree to help me, or I won't let you up!"

After a few more attempts, Scooby sighed in exhasperation. "Rokay, rokay... Rooby'll help..."

"Thanks." The canine said, hopping down from Scooby's back. "My name is Tiger of the Wind, but you can call me--" His voice was cut off by the sudden departure of Scooby, who was then trying to escape toward the stairs. In a roar, Tiger summoned forth a blast of cold air that turned the water to ice under Scooby, who suddenly skidded and fell forward as a jolt of electricity from Tiger's horns knocked him completely down. "...Tiger." He said with a sigh.

Scooby coughed, sending a small cloud of smoke from his mouth as Tiger approached him. He trembled and ducked down hiding his eyes. "Ro away! Ro away!" He muttered in fear.

"You are a sad... scared little dog, aren't you?" Tiger teased. "Sorry, Scooby, but I need your help and as much of a coward as you are, you're my only hope of getting home."

"Rome?" Scooby lifted his paws from his eyes and observed Tiger again. "Riger... lost?"

"I guess you could say that. I come from another world, completely different from this one, and I need your help getting home. Can you help me?"

"But... but... roo are responsible for attacking..." He couldn't finish his sentence, instead he pantomimed by clucking like a chicken."

"Heyyy... a guy's got to eat. Right?"

"Reah... but..."

"Hey look, I'm sorry that I didn't ask first, but survival of the fittest and all that." He gauged Scooby's look of total confusion and chuckled. "Nevermind."

After further urging from Tiger, Scooby finally understood his need for help and agreed to help. Quickly, the two made their way back up toward the main deck. Outside, the storm had calmed down, the boat was no longer rocking on the waves of the river. Spotting the others, Scooby was elated.

"Ragg--mmph!" His mouth was suddenly silenced by the wolf.

"No, I can't be found out!" Tiger whispered urgently.

"But... Raggy can help!" Scooby tried to argue.

"No. I can't be discovered, this is just you and me." Tiger whispered even more aggressively.

Scooby was still confused, but silently nodded to the wolf. He got up and started toward the humans. "Rooby'll distract 'em. Riger go to the van." He whispered. Looking behind him, he saw that Tiger had already vanished and he quirked his muzzle in confusion. "Range fella..." He started toward the others. "Raggy! Raggy! Rover here!"

"Scoob! Where in the blazes have you been? I've been calling!"

Scooby had a chance to make a whimpering greeting as he dragged his long red tongue across Shaggy's face. "RI'm rorry." He pouted.

"Well, it doesn't look like there's anything here." Fred said. "And the storm is dying down, so we might want to head back to town for the night."

"Well, you cats hang up in some dingy hotel room, I think I'll room with Scoob for the night." Shaggy said with a yawn. "I am tuckered out."

"But but but..." Scooby started by the group was already piling into the van.

"C'mon Scoob. Let's get this show on the road!" Shaggy called cheerfully as Scooby ran and hopped into the back of the van alongside his best friend. Glancing around, he didn't really see anything out of place until he noticed a blue and white tail sticking out from underneath a beanbag chair they kept in the back as Scooby's bed. Scooby grinned toothily as he backed against the bag and kicked the fluff underneath. "You okay? You're acting kinda strange."

"Reah... I'm fine." Scooby lied convincingly.

"So, Scooby. Where'd you disappear to on that boat?" Velma asked as the van made its way down the bumpy road and turned onto the highway.

"Oh... rell... I got hungry and round my way to the kitchen." He cackled in a way that only Scooby could.

"Typical Scoob." Shaggy laughed as he pulled out a white piece of paper and began to dig through his special bag that he'd hidden in the back of the van. "Wander off alone on a creepy, creepy ship and all he can do is find his way to the galley."

"Ehhhehehehe." Scooby laughed again as Shaggy rolled a thick stash of green into the paper and rolled it. It was a fairly common occurrence for Shaggy and Scooby to share a smoke, it tended to flood the entire back of the van. Velma and Fred each rolled one of the windows down in front to keep the fumes in the back and after about a mile, the back of the van was completely lost in a blanket of white smoke.

"Now that's a good way to relax..." Shaggy sighed as he inhaled a breath from the joint and let it out indiscriminately to the air. Scooby didn't have the lips to work the paper, but he got enough of the second hand to thoroughly enjoy the odor which began to make him feel light headed.

"Hey, would you guys cool it back there?" Fred asked. "You're just lucky we're not on a police patrolled road right now."

"The smoke coming out the back of the van, people will start to think we're on fire." Velma sighed. "The sooner we get to town, the better."

Scooby leaned back against the inside of the van wall, enjoying the smoke, though it seemed to be getting a little thick for him when he gasped and realized. "Riger!" He whispered as he scuttled over to the beanbag and pushed back on it.

Tiger rolled out from underneath, inhaling as he'd been having trouble breathing between the beanbag and the thick blanket of smoke filling the van. The wolf was almost completely loose as he rolled over and groaned. Thankfully the smoke was thick enough that even Shaggy could hardly see what was going on, if there was any part in him interested in seeing what Scooby was doing shuffling around in the back.

"Wh-whaaaaaat is this?" Tiger said as Scooby shushed him.

"Whoa... I must be out of it..." Shaggy said, trying to peer through the smoke. "Scoob, you almost sound like... completely different, you know?" He pursed his lips and stared at the joint half-burned in his fingers. "Like... this is some strong stuff! You guys sure you don't wanna hit?"

"NO!" A unison up front made Shaggy smile, shrug and place the joint back between his lips. He'd completely forgotten about hearing a different voice moments before and he leaned back against the van wall and closed his eyes, still giggling and speaking incoherently.

"My--my paws are so large..." Tiger said, clawing the carpet in the bottom of the van like he was giving it a massage. "I'm dying, aren't I?" He looked at Scooby suddenly letting out a snort of laughter and rolling over. "Scooby, such a funny name!" He laughed even louder as Scooby tried again to shush him.

"What is going on back there, you two?" Velma asked through the smoke, though Scooby knew they'd dare not come back to investigate.

"Ohhh aaawwwwoooo!" Scooby moaned loudly, falling into view of the passengers in the front. "Ris... is trippin' man. Eeeehehehehe!" He tended to fake being sober when he was stoned, he was almost scared how convincing he sound when he was faking actually being under the influence.

"Oh will you two knock it off?" Daphne sighed and glared at Scooby. "All we need is a night without you two doing this to make you realize how stupid you sound when you're doing it."

"Mmhmm... gotta go!" Scooby said and abruptly disappeared back into the cloud.

"Boys." Daphne sighed and rolled her eyes.

Scooby paused and noticed that Shaggy had actually fallen asleep with the joint hanging from his lips he smirked and took it, placing it into the front of his mouth he went back to Tiger, who was now laying on his back with his paws in the air. It was then that Scooby really noticed the canid's lean, muscular build. From head to tail, he looked like he was built for fighting, and for running, many of the things that Scooby himself didn't hold too close to his heart. But another thing he'd noticed was that Tiger's dangling balls between his legs were also accompanied by a thick, red shaft that slopped and flopped over as his hips rolled from side to side. The very sight of it got Scooby's attention, the smell of the canine musk seeping from the smooth shaft actually gained his arousal. As Scooby's own cock dangled down between his leg he reached back and licked at it, to try and coax it back in, but it remained persistent and he sighed in frustration at the arousal. Looking back at Tiger's cock, a naughty idea came to Scooby's mind. He took the joint from his mouth and slipped it between Tiger's lips. He sucked it and let the smoke escape his nostrils a grin pressed further across his muzzle and Scooby smiled. Crouching down, he inhaled Tiger's musk before dragging his tongue along the soft fur of his orbs. His mouth engulfed the warm shaft, and he felt it throb against the roof of his mouth as the back of his tongue felt a gentle rush of precum drizzling down his throat. In response, Tiger moaned and his hips bucked forward. Scooby's lips closed over the end of the shaft as his tongue still dragged the wolf's balls closer to his maw before slipping in as well. Scooby dragged his mouth slowly from the base of Tiger's cock to the tip and back down again. For a dog this action was a bit more difficult to do on someone else than on himself, but the taste was enhanced by the smoke that filled the van and he let out muffled moans as well as his cock dripped profusely under him while he took in the wolf's flavor.

Tiger's legs lifted higher, eventually finding a way to half-grapple Scooby's head. The dog leaned forward and his lips clamped down even tighter, pulling the flesh forward like a vacuum. Scooby had to muffle Tiger's orgasm somehow, he could feel it closing in. Quickly he straddled Tiger's head, prompting the wolf to drop the joint onto the ground as he shoved his own shaft down the wolf's maw. Tiger shuddered and let out a muffled moan. The descent of Scooby's balls and crotch kept the wolf's moaning to a minimum as the inevitable came almost immediately.

First, Scooby unloaded. The anticipation and his being completely high pushed him over the edge faster. He could hear the sound of his cum gushing down into Tiger's throat, and Tiger gagging couldn't keep it all back at once and started to flood, drainage of white now coming out the sides of his maw. As Tiger swallowed, he suddenly shook violently and came as well. A spout of warmth shot into Scooby's mouth, directly down his throat on the first two or three shots before finally ebbing off a bit. Then another powerful load shot directly in and cupped a thick wet pool into his mouth. After a few minutes, Tiger stopped shaking and shivering and Scooby slowly came down himself, both releasing the other's cock at the same time they chuckled.

"That... was amazing..." Tiger panted. "But you should really ask a guy on a date before you blow his load like that..."

"Rate?" Scooby asked. "Riger want to go on a rate with Rooby?"

Tiger smirked. "Thought you'd never ask... if we could just find a computer store I can get home..." He groaned and rolled over. "Why does it feel like my fur is on fire?"

"Rire?" Scooby misunderstood the meaning and saw that the joint they'd dropped had actually started to burn a hole into the carpet. "RIIIIIIIIIIRE!" He screamed.

Tiger threw himself under the beanbag just in time for Shaggy to wake up and for Fred to stop the van and rush back to put out the joint.

"Okay! That's enough you two!" Fred shouted, waving the smoke away. "You're going to burn out the van. So just leave it alone, will you?"

There were no words exchanged for the rest of the trip to the hotel. By then, the smoke had cleared up, and thankfully, Tiger was better hidden under the beanbag. Scooby pretended to be asleep while Shaggy had passed out a few miles back.

"Typical." Fred said as they looked back at the two of them. "Soon as you're mad enough to yell at them, they fall asleep."

"Well. At least we know where our tolerance of them goes." Daphne said jokingly as the three of them got out.

After the doors slammed shut, there were a few minutes of silence before Shaggy spoke up, half dazed in his sleep. "Hey Scoob? Why don't you stick a few hamburgers in the bun?" He asked.

Scooby ignored Shaggy and quickly pushed open the van doors to let Tiger out. He followed quickly after. Shaggy would be fine and he'd be out for another few hours, the two canines made their way down the street toward the bright lights of the city down the hill.

"So, Scooby. Have you ever been on a date?" Tiger asked as they came down the empty sidewalk into a darker portion of the quiet town.

"Nope! I been on a lot of Raggy's dates. They don't end rell, ro'."

"Well. First we need some food." Tiger mused as they wandered into an alleyway behind a restaurant. "I know in this world they don't take kindly to "animals" in their eateries. But at least I've found this out." He kicked a canister over, sending it rolling down the sidewalk for a few feet before digging his head into the can and dragging out a large hunk of chicken. He placed it on the ground between them. "Though it doesn't seem right to do this without a little music going on..."

Just as he said this, the sound of some violin-based music began playing from a speaker above. Likely the restaurant had live performances that fed outside. He laughed a bit. "Well, ask and you shall receive I guess." He grinned. The two of them began to eat, almost casually ignoring the other one having a growing erection. As Tiger finished a large gulp he smiled. "For some reason that food just sort of capped the evening for me." He said.

Scooby swallowed as well, a bit more slowly though as the last of the meat fell off the bones for the chicken. "Rat's the smoke... it makes you ranna eat, and food rastes so good when you're roned..."

"You know what else tastes good stoned, Scooby?" Tiger said, standing up and walking toward the dog.

As Tiger's nose pressed against Scooby's he swallowed hard before answering... "Rut?"

"Exactly." Tiger said before pressing his tongue against Scooby's muzzle. Scooby couldn't force it back and he gasped as the wolf's maw locked with his own in a strangely dramatic form of canine kissing.

Instantly, Scooby was aroused, he could smell Tiger's lust and it grew with his own desires. The two of them backed into a corner of the alley as Tiger practically forced Scooby to turn around, the wolf drew back the dog's tail and ran his thick, wet tongue along the great dane's backside. Focusing on his balls and his ass, taking in aggressive whiffs as Tiger's arousal grew more in intensity. He grappled Scooby's hips with his large wolf paws, pushing Scooby against a dumpster. Scooby gasped and caught himself, his chest lowered to the ground as he propped himself against the dumpster, his tail rose high as Tiger's tongue and lips ran deep into the dog's hole, making Scooby whimper and moan all the more.

Finally, Tiger hopped up onto Scooby's backside, his cock had angled and pushed against the dog's tail sliding right onto the mark. As his tip penetrated, Scooby yowled out lustily, sliding his backside up more desperately into the air and feeling the tip pop in unexpectedly. Almost immediately, Scooby felt the need to cum, the feeling of Tiger filling his hole was incredible, he wanted it to last as long as possible, so biting his lip he let the wolf slip in further and further into him. Both canines panted loudly, the pants were interspersed with moans and grunts of passion as their wet noises filled the alley they were in. Tiger's claws kept gripping Scooby's pelt as his thrusts grew faster and faster, his cock thickening and throbbing as deep as it could go, and even a couple of them felt like it had just gone into some black hole and disappeared completely.

"Nnf... Scooby, I'm gonna... gonna..."

"Me-me too!" Scooby panted, his tongue dragging out of his mouth as Tiger made one final buck into him.

"HHAAAAAAAARROOOOOOOOO!" Tiger's howl filled the night all of a sudden. There was a shaking and a great, wet surge of warmth that shot deep into Scooby's body. That was more than enough for the dane who suddenly shook and came underneath Tiger.

Streams of white shot onto the asphalt from Scooby as a flood of semen began to spit out of his ass from the wolf's assertive orgasm. Tiger bit down on Scooby's neck and they both howled now, bonding over such a powerful lust in such a short time Scooby found incredible. The two of them collapsed after several minutes and all but melted into the pavement beneath them. Scooby was lying in his own cum, but he didn't care, both dogs shared a slow lick and Scooby felt himself drifting off to sleep.

A brilliant flickering light awoke Scooby some time later. It had gotten colder, the night was well under way, and Tiger was nowhere to be found. Standing up, Scooby remembered what Tiger said about finding an electronics store in town and rushed out of the alley to find him.

There he was; Tiger was standing in front of an electronics store across the street, a wall of television monitors which all looked like they were tuned to the same station cast a white glow upon the blue wolf. "Rome?" Scooby asked as he approached, getting Tiger's attention.

"Yes. I suppose I'm going home." He chuckled. "Funny, I didn't think I'd be able to understand you, somehow I feel like I always have."

"Rooby is a good speaker." Scooby said with a smile, then frowned. "Riger... rill you come back romeday?"

"Maybe." Tiger said before leaning forward and giving Scooby a lick on the cheek. "Until then, don't tell anyone about this, okay?" He said as he stepped back. A soft blue glow was already starting to blanket his paws and work its way up toward this body. "Do you promise?"

"Rai romise..." Scooby said, frowning as the light completely enveloped Tiger and then vanished. Frowning, Scooby approached the television wall and was surprised to see a cartoon playing on it. Suddenly, Tiger appeared on the screen, running to a girl's defense in the show and he gasped... he knew he'd recognized Tiger from somewhere, but who would have thought it would have manifested like this?

As he walked away from the store, he turned back, pondering if somehow he'd had some incredible hallucination from the smoke in the van... or if he'd really encountered Tiger. The stinging sensation in his hole and the moist cheek where Tiger had licked him though told him that it had to have been real.

THE END