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Daphne ignored the whining coming from behind the brand new pet barrier that cut off the passenger section of the Mystery Machine from the storage area where a downcast Scooby Doo was sequestered. She also ignored the whimpering coming from the passenger seat next to her where Shaggy let out a steady litany of "Man, bogus, not cool," and other similar sentiments. She refused to be swayed. She didn't care if he had been affected by a drug, after what Scooby had done to Velma on their last case she had put her foot down. It was either the pet barrier, a leash, choke collar, a stout metal codpiece or a visit to the vet and, snip, snip.

She stifled her annoyance, for the hundredth time, that Velma had actually taken Shaggy's side over her. She knew the little nerdette was hard up for hard cock, but to forgive Scooby's trespass simply because he'd blown her mind was beyond disgusting. He was a big filthy perverted dog who only thought with his stomach and balls. It had been bad enough when he'd restricted himself to any stray bitch in heat he came across on their trips, but now he'd gotten a taste of cat girl pussy and Daphne, being a cat girl herself, didn't trust him as far as she could throw him.

"You can't really hold Scooby responsible for his actions," Velma had lectured Daphne, "The pheromones that the scientist released reacted with Scooby's cellular receptor sites in his vomeronasal organs causing a perfectly normal increase in his libedo."

"Well, he sure zeroed in on YOUR receptor site!" Daph had retorted, which had turned Velma's face beet red and shut her up.

Ignoring any further comments, or noises, from her disgruntled, and perverted, teammates, Daphne picked up her tablet and called up the video that was the reason for their current trip.

It was a youtube video of a bunch frat boys and one girl; from her looks the slut girlfriend of one of the guys, who had decided that they had what it took to be first class ghostbusters. In between emptying bottles of beer they talked a lot of trash about the local monster, and how they were going to prove he was nothing but a lingering fart. The video followed them as they marched through the front door of an old decrepit mansion. There was a lot of high fives and fist bumps as they vanished from sight.

The person editing the video was clearly not a fan, because the next section of the video lovingly detailed the expressions of fear and panic as the trash-talking teens ran screaming from the old house they had so bravely entered a short time earlier. From the condition of their boardshorts more than one of them had pissed themselves. And from the blurred and pixilated sections of the single girl, she'd suffered a fairly major wardrobe malfunction.

Any sensible person would take taken one look at that video and vowed to stay far away from that house. And then there was Fred, who took one look at the video and got a hardon.

Daphne rolled her eyes in memory. Sometimes she really wondered what she saw in Fred Jones. And why she let him drag her along on these things.

Well, there was the manly chest and the six pack abs, but he wasn't exactly what you'd call over endowed in other departments. In fact just about the only time they did have sex was while on monster hunts, and even then most of the time it was just her giving him a sloppy blow job. Not that she minded that all that much.  But often his boyish grin and simple outlook was grating to her. There were times she found herself thinking that he would do until something better came along. But then he'd get all excited about his latest trap working so well in tangling up the fake monster and he'd all but force her onto her knees in front of him in search of a bit of quick release before they had to go and face the public.

Daphne clenched her legs as a warm tingle made itself known. There was something about being on her knees in front of a strong demanding male that just made her gush. She only wished Fred would be a bit more forceful at times. Like a few of the fake monsters they'd hunted in the past. They had always been forceful, self-assured, dominant, alphas. No one knew about it, but not all of those dip wads were content with just tying her up or taking her prisoner. On more than a few occasions she'd found herself choking down hefty loads of cum as her captor took full advantage of his bounty.

And that answered the question of why she let Fred drag her along-- hot steaming monster spew. Even if it was only a geek in a costume, something about playing monster brought out the beast in even the nerdiest of nerds. As if the costume let them be someone they thought they could be, not the person they really were.

Daphne looked up as she felt the van slow from highway speed and saw that they were entering the outskirts of the town the latest haunted mansion was located in. As was usually the case it was small town with a population in triple digits. Some flyspeck community populated by inbred slack-jawed hillbillies out in flyover country.  Why oh why couldn't more of their cases take place in New York, or Hollywood. Now those were sweet gigs, the celebrities, and after mission shopping excursions. The talk shows, the swag bags. Unfortunately those cases were few and far between.

Given the size of the town, and the GPS Fred had recently installed in the van, it only took a couple of minutes before the pulled up in front of a classic creepy old house. Daphne hardly spared it a glance. You've seen one rattling death trap you'd seen a hundred, literally.

Instead she focused on the small group of locals that were waiting on the sidewalk, tellingly not a one of them was standing on the lot the house sat on. She wondered which of them was going to turn out to be the fake this time around. Her eyes settled on one particular strong strapping male, well over six feet with a wide shoulders and heavy arms, but with a narrow waist and a tight butt. He looked as stupid as a sack of hammers, but she wasn't interested in his intellect.  Hmmm, she felt the warmth between her legs grow with a touch of liquid heat showing up.

She really hoped he turned out to be playing the monster, and that he was inclined toward taking advantage of helpless girls who fell into his clutches. Mind you, if that were the case then she'd have to keep an eye out for the brains behind the scheme. She let her eyes roam over the females present. None of them jumped out as being obvious. None of them were remotely hot enough to have a hunk like that wrapped around their finger. That could be good. If the mastermind was not using sex to control him, he'd likely be horny as hell and all too willing to take advantage of a helpless captive.

Daphne didn't even notice that she'd moved from speculation to out and out pegging the tall blond hunk as the monster of the week. The power of wishful thinking and pent up hormones.

"Wall, lookee here," drawled mister hunk, instantly confirming Daphne's appraisal of his intellectual qualities.  "It's them city kids, some to chase out the ghosts."

The other yokels nodded in solemn agreement.

The obvious low IQ of mister hunk did nothing to diminish his appeal to Daphne.  She wasn't looking for an intellectual discussion, but hot sex.

After a short conference with the assembled hicks Fred drew the gang away for some tactical discussion.  The gaggle of townsfolk had provided little new information they didn't already know, or had experienced before. It was the usual mismash of common movie gimmicks.

Velma might be interested in the particular chemicals and technique used to create the writing in blood on the walls, Fred might be hoping for a physical confrontation so he could showcase his strength, Shaggy was probably hoping to score some sort of hallucinogenic substance in the house, and no doubt Scooby was hoping to have a run-in with a French poodle, but to Daphne it was just a big snore fest. If that were all there was to it she'd have sooner been shopping. But, there was also the huge shaggy monster who sounded like someone had stuck hair extensions on a gorilla suit. It seemed in addition to flashing his fangs and roaring a lot, he had a habit of tearing the clothes off his victims and getting a big handsy with his oversized paws, if they were good looking females. That explained the pixelated areas on the one female in the video she'd seen.

Daphne's pussy was sending her a clear message, it wanted some of that hot throbbing monster cock. She casually undid the top two buttons of her blouse and flapped it to cool down. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the hunk giving her sweater puppies a real good look, and the bulge in his pants gave her great hope that this particular adventure would reach a satisfying conclusion.

Daphne's good mood ended when Shaggy released Scooby from the back of the van. "What are you doing?" she demanded in a frosty tone.

"Well, like, letting Scooby out," Shaggy replied in a befuddled voice.

"Give it a rest Daphne," Velma said in an exasperated voice. "Scooby is part of this team and his record for fraud busting is a whole lot better than yours besides. I've told you it wasn't his fault our last case involved a mastermind who was an expert on dogs and their hormones."

"She right, Daphne," Fred said, putting in his two cents as he extracted some of their recently purchased scientific instruments from the van.

"Hey, we're just like the X-Files, gang," Fred announced cheerily.  "Of course, I am the Fox Maulder Character, only more buffed and more handsome!"

"I guess that would make me the Scully character," Velma said laconically.  

"How do you figure? I would be Scully because she's pretty," Daphne protested.

"Yeah, but Scully is also SMART.  That pretty much excludes you, Daph," Velma sneered, making it clear she had just about enough of Daphne's condescending attitude and disdain.

A very short time later Fred's instruments received a work out as they walked into the house and Scooby let out a howl of agony and flopped down on the ground with both paws clamped hard over his ears. At the same time Daphne felt a gut churning sensation of dread. From the expressions on Velma and Fred's faces they were feeling the same thing. Shaggy always looked like that.

With a look at Scooby Velma extracted something from her pocket and pushed them into her ears. She then did the same thing to Scooby while tossing small plastic pouches to the rest of her teammates. "Here," she yelled. "Earplugs. They're using infra-sound to stimulate our fear response. Very clever of them."

Daphne hurriedly pushed the plugs into her ears and was glad to feel the terror she'd been experiencing diminish. Unfortunately, that also meant she could barely hear her friends as they talked and they had to resort to ludicrous sign language to decide who would do what. Not that they really needed to discuss that. They had done so many of these things it was like second nature to them.

Or it would have been if Daphne had been content to stay on script and go off with Fred. But with her mind filled with images of the hunk out front she used her current distaste for Scooby to insist she was perfectly capable of doing her own search, all by herself. She walked away from the group, her tail lashing the air behind her in a fine example of feline displeasure.

  Daphne opened a bedroom door and looked in at the room. This was the third room along this hallway she had checked, and like the rest it was filled with collapsed furniture and vermin chewed fabrics. She entered and made a token effort at investigating, but her  heart wasn't in it. Where the hell was her monster hunk. Surely by now he must know they hadn't fallen for any of the prop scares that were scattered around the house. And even if that wasn't motivation enough, she'd seen the way he'd stared at  her. What sort of a fiend was he if couldn't get up off his ass to ravage a poor helpless ghost buster? She just bet he had a smart girlfriend who was keeping him on a tight leash. Someone had come up with the clever tricks they had  uncovered and it sure as hell wasn't the lunk head with the big package.

In frustration Daphne picked up a broken mug off a broken dresser and threw it with all her might against the broken plaster of the wall across the room. The cup went right through. Daphne blinked. She had a strong throwing arm but it wasn't that strong. She went to investigate. She crouched down and looked through the thigh high hole the cup had left behind. On the other side of wall was a room that was all gleaming benches and glass flasks. "A secret laboratory!" she beamed to herself.

Daphne was no Velma, thank god, but she wasn't an idiot. She very much doubted the people running this chemistry lab were trying to find a cure for cancer. Odds were they were in the designer drug business. For the first time in an hour she felt a thrill that was not restricted to the area between her legs. Uncovering a drug operation big enough to afford the lab she was looking at would get them major press. Maybe even a mention on the national news. And as the pretty one of the group that would mean face time in front of millions of people for her.

The well built cat-girl considered the situation. Clearly there was no obvious entrance into the lab. If there had been she would have discovered it while doing the door checks. She could waste a lot of time trying to find the secret entrance, that likely required a code to enter, or she could take a more direct route. It wasn't exactly a hard choice. The direct route it would be.

Daphne began to pull at the edges of the hole she'd made in the wall. The old plaster and lath crumbled easily under her claws, until she'd ripped it back to the main studs. She frowned at the hole she had made. It seemed like a tight fit and for a moment she considered going for help. But only for a moment. She just knew that if she did she'd come back to find out that Shaggy and that lecherous hound dog of his had stumbled across the lab totally by accident and she'd end up sharing the spotlight with the group as a whole.  She was not going to let that happen. The very idea of having to play nice in public with that disgusting dirty dog made her nauseous. The stupid beast would likely hump her leg, or worse, in front of the news camera, and she'd become famous for all the wrong reasons.

Daphne shoved her hands through the opening and used her arms to protect her face from the splintered laths as she tried to force her way through the opening. At first it went easy, but then her hips hit the opening, and that was as far as she got. "Damn," Daphne swore as she tried to wiggle her way through, but it was futile. She tried to back up, and winced as several sharp broken laths dug into her waist. She'd pushed them forward, enlarging the hole, when she'd tried to squeeze through, and now they pinned her in place. Daphne felt panic. She was trapped! Like a rat in a trap. A cute rat, mind you, but still trapped. All thoughts of fame fled, and she yelled out, "Fred! Can you hear me? Velma? Shaggy?" and after a brief pause, in a very quiet voice, "Scooby Doo, where are you?"

There was no answer, even to her own ears her cries sounded weak. And then she remembered. the stupid ear-plugs. No one could hear her, except maybe the bad guys. Even now one might be sneaking up behind her while she was helpless to resist, or even to see them coming. She swallowed nervously, even as she felt her tail lifting and her pussy juicing.  It was an autonomic response, but still embarrassing.  She could just imagine that big hunk in his monster costume standing in the room behind her, admiring her perfect ass, and contemplating how much he was going to enjoy the bounty spread open in front of him.

  Scooby Doo cocked his head to one side and woofed. "Daphne?" as he contemplated the panty clad ass sticking out of the wall. It sure looked like Daphne's ass, with the skirt all hiked up like that. Lord knows he'd gotten a good look at the curvy peach enough times. When your point-of-view was at the canine level upskirt glances were a given. He took a deep sniff. Sure smelled like Daphne too, especially after she'd been snuggling with Fred in a closet for an hour or so. Scooby's sensitive, learned nose could detect her level or arousal, her need.

Scooby had previously never really paid much attention to the girls when they were in heat. They were feline, he was canine, their scent was not a trigger for him. But he was also a horny bastard who didn't get nearly enough canine ass to keep him satisfied and as he'd discovered with Velma even though she they didn't smell quite right, she sure felt good wrapped around his doggy dick. That experience had led to him developing an appreciation for cat pheromone. His eyes, and nose, zeroed in on that moist cleft between Daphne's legs. Her silk panties were snugged up tight against her folds, outlining them and leaving nothing to the imagination and they were moist from her juices, showing she was ready and willing to be serviced. Her juices almost made the material transparent. This kitty wanted a puppy badly. And he was just the dog to scratch her itch.

With Scooby, to think was to act. With no care for future consequences he scrambled across the floor and stuck his nose right into Daphne's gizmo. He took a deep sniff and shoved in hard. The heady scent of a female feline in rut filled his nose, and with an almost audible 'shluck' his big cock slipped loose from his sheath and extended under his belly as it filled with blood. It swayed beneath his belly, slowly rising until it slapped his abdomen.

Daphne was yelling something, but between the wall that separated them and the plugs Velma had pushed into his ears Scooby could not make out what it was. It likely didn't matter. At this point the only thing he was interested in was removing Daphne's silk panties. Drawing back his lips to expose some fearsome looking fangs, Scooby dragged his jaw sideways across Daphne's firm ass and hooked the band of her panties.  A quick jerk of his head ripped the scrap of cloth away and left her fully exposed.  Her puffy womanhood glistened in the pale light of the room.  It seemed to pulsate before his eyes, and it's gape grew wider.

Scooby gave Daphne a long lick between the legs, and then repeated it as her delicious juices flooded his taste buds. He repeated the action, this time focusing on her core and forcing his deliberately pointed tongue between her labia and deep into her cleft. Daphne's hips were jerking frantically in response to his attention and his shoved hard with his muzzle to pin her firmly in place while he indulged himself in making sure she was nice and juicy.   She instinctively arched her back to present her crotch to the unseen lover, her legs spread and knees locked.  Her normally full tail was flared out like a bottle brush and pointed at the ceiling, twitching slightly.

If Scooby was not paying attention to Daphne's cries of protest, the same could not be said for the person sharing the lab with her front half.

"Like, huh?" Shaggy mumbled as he woke up from his comfortable nap behind the lab bench opposite Daphne.

In a typical display of his usual dumb luck, Shaggy had stumbled into the lab within minutes of starting to search the house. At first he thought he'd stumbled onto his own personal nirvana, an unoccupied drug lab, but the only product he could discover were bags of little blue pills. He'd sat down and tried one, and it hadn't done a thing for him, except to make him fall asleep out of boredom, that, and the joint he'd been smoking when he found the lab.

Now awake, he stretched lethargically and reached down to scratch his balls, only to discover his pants were a lot fuller than usual. "Like, wow man, freaky deaky," he exclaimed as he rubbed the almost painful erection straining the front of his pants.  

On the other side of the wall, Scooby was considering his predicament.  There wasn't enough of Daphne's waist for him to wrap his paws around, just the slope of her hips.  He tentatively pawed at her back and sides.  He instinctively knew he needed sufficient purchase for what he intended on doing.  He wandered back and forth behind the wiggling ass, weighing his options.   His fully-erect doggie cock was commanding him to sink it into something hot and wet.

Finally, he planted his huge forepaws on the wall high above the hapless cat girl's butt and maneuvered his hips so that his erection was lined up with his target.   He dug his rear paws into the mildewed carpet and shoved his hips forward slightly.  The sharp tip bounced off of one soft, curved ass cheek.  He realigned it, and gave a preliminary thrust.  He felt her velvety warmth envelope the point of his dong.  Satisfied that he was on target he gave a mighty thrust, burying his turgid organ into Daphne's chamber of love up to his bulbous knot.

Daphne's jaw dropped and she let out a loud grunt as she felt the strange cock fill her as she had never been filled before.  Whoever this guy was he was regally gifted.  She could feel the tender flesh of her cooze stretching to accommodate the pulsating intruder.  It felt like a baseball bat had invaded her, and she squeezed her eyes shut to concentrate on the wonderful sensation.

Shabby shook his head in disbelief.  Across the secret room was the torso of his fellow teammate, Daphne, protruding through a hole in the rotted plaster wall.  Her lips were alternatingly opening and pursing, her complexion ruddy.  She seemed to be undulating, bobbing around, as if trying to pull herself through the wall.  Her thick mane of orange-blond hair flared and disheveled.  Her eyes were strangely clenched shut in a sultry, slutty fashion that made his painfully engorged cathood jump in his jeans.  He could feel his nards swell in anticipation.  

"Hey, um, Daph. . . what's the hap?" he croaked, while wondering if this was another in a long line of wicked trips.

Either the background noise, the earplugs or the degree of her obvious arousal kept her from responding.  

The befuddled hippie tried to gain his feet, but the full nature of his cock, running down one legs of his jeans as it was, kept him from being able to stand fully erect.  He had to shuffle over to his partner in sort of an ape-walk.  He knelt before he and called her her again, but she seemed oblivious to his presence.  

The sight her her pursed, full lips was causing his member to positively ache as it begged to be freed from its denim prison.  "Well, like, man, if this is just a dream, then, like, why not go for it?" he mumbled to himself. Suiting actions to words, he unzipped himself and reached inside his jeans. With a bit of effort, he managed to drag his fat sausage up out of his pants legs and freed it from its cloth prison. It actually waped Daphne across the nose as it sprang free, causing her at last to open her eyes.

Lost in a daze caused by the stimulation happening on the other side of the wall, she stared crossed at the tip of Shaggy's cock, trying to figure out just what the blurred thing was.

It wasn't that Daphne had never been eye to eye with a cock before, it was just that none of them measured up to what Shaggy was sporting and it took her few seconds to put things into perspective. When she did, she gasped and pulled back in surprise, only to find the wall behind her cut off all avenues of retreat.

Maybe she would have cried out for mercy, or to beg for taste, but that would not be known for Shaggy had finally noticed her wide open invitation and took the step forward and bent his knees just enough to to get the proper height and distance needed to slip the fat head of his member between Daphne's lips.

Shaggy was a bit surprised at having this realistic a drug trip with Daphne in a starring role.  While he had long appreciated Daphne's beauty, her bitchiness had always been a turnoff to him, and as he was not the sort of person who got off on the idea of abusing and humiliating girl's like Daphne and teaching them their proper place in the world, he'd harbored no fantasies of ever having sex with her.  But that magic little blue pill had sent his drug addled mind down paths it had never considered. He seemed to be driven by some alien impulse to sink his fat, long cock in her yap.  It was if some invisible force had it's hands on his ass, pushing his hips roughly forward.  More and more of his purple-veined organ disappeared in her hot, wet mouth.  Even though her jaws were open maximally he could feel the tips of her teeth dragging along the length of his dork.

Daphne wanted to protest, but her voice failed her.  Having a dirty hippie cock in her mouth disgusted her, but she instinctively began sucking loudly on the fat organ.  It was larger by far than any penis she had ever sucked, and that thought made her sucking all the more urgent. She was a bit surprised to find that that it wasn't as foul an experience as she had always imagined it would be. Despite his appearance Shaggy's personal hygiene was every bit as good as Fred's. Well, he was a feline when all was said and done, so maybe she should have realized he wasn't as filthy as his perverted dog.

Daphne was not given much chance to muse on Shaggy's taste and texture. The cos-playing monster on the other side of the wall shifted slightly to get a better angle and then thrust forward with a thrust so strong it jammed Shaggy's cock right down her throat and allowing his balls to slap against her chin as drool dribbled out of her mouth and soaked them.

Scooby, unaware that he had a hidden partner in his skewering of the twitching cat girl, had adjusted his hips for the best angle of entry and settled into an easy, deeply-penetrating rhythm of thrusts.  He was burying his throbbing cock so deeply in Daphne's tight quim and with such force that it sent jello-like ripples across the surface of her perfect ass.  Daphne subconsciously met him thrust for thrust, pushing back against him in perfect synch with his gyrations.  

Scooby was a little surprised at the softness of her muffled moans of pleasure.  He expected at least some loud wailing and a stream of Turrets obscenities.  She must be biting her lip, he reasoned.  He watched her with satisfaction, looking down between his outstretched paws, and saw her twisting on the end of his dong in a most animal fashion. Daphne's arms were trapped against her sides by the wall she had tried to squeeze through, but her hands were free, and possibly in an attempt to ease the strain caused by his oversized cock she had clutched her ass cheeks firmly and pulled them apart. Combined with her wide spread legs and his girth that had opened up her ass cheeks and left nothing  hidden from his view. He had a front row seat to his big lumpy cock slipping in and out of her tight flesh, her inner pink lining pulling out on each withdrawal as if reluctant to relinquish contact. Her cute little pink asshole almost seemed to be winking at him in invitation.

Scooby had never been an imaginative lover. Stick it in, pump it back and forth until critical mass was reached and then blow his huge load as deep into his partner as he could.  But he'd been witness to enough humanoid sex to understand that there were more options available to them than to your run of the mill canines, and for the first time he found himself wondering what it would feel like to push his insatiable cock into a nice tight ass. Something to consider for another day he thought as he felt himself nearing his peak.

Only years of cowering in silence in haunted houses kept Scooby from howling out in delight as his ass clenched like a vise and he erupted inside Daphne, his cock swelling as his load flooded through it and jetted deep into Daphne's body. His release seemed to be a trigger for her as well and he felt the Cat-girl clench tightly around him as all her muscles spasmed from her climax. Scooby's knot swelled, spreading Daphne's flesh to her limits as he locked into place.

Scooby leaned against the wall, his mind dazed with pleasure as he panted loudly. With this second catgirl notch on his dog collar. Scooby now knew that humanoid quims were the best. More tight than the well-used bitch twats he was used to, and certainly more lively.  He could feel Daphne's snug little pussy shaking and shivering around his swollen cock. The milking sensation was driving him wild and he began to hunch against Daphne in a fucking motion. His swollen knot made it impossible for him to achieve the long deep strokes he'd used earlier, but an inch or two of motion was possible and he settled for that as he jerked Daphne back and forth as he settled in for another session.

"Like, WOW!" Shaggy gasped as Daphne jerked forward and swallowed his entire dick in one gulp. "Like, man. Too bad this is all a dream." he commented as he dug his fingers in Daphne's hair for support and to control her overly enthusiastic blowjob. Unaware that the reason for Daphne's eager cock gobbling was the fact that his best buddy in the whole world was going for the second coming. With the way Scooby Doo was yanking Daphne's slight body back and forth the trapped girl didn't have much choice in the matter. She either swallowed Shaggy's dick, or let it push her head back, hard, against the wall at the back of her head. She already had large amounts of plaster caught in her red tresses and likely more than a few bumps. All things considered, swallowing Shaggy's surprisingly tasty dick was the much lesser of two evils.

Shaggy's hands tightened on either side of Daphne's head as she felt his cock swell in her throat. Experienced cock sucker that she was, Daphne knew what that meant and started swallowing frantically just as Shaggy let out a loud, "Like Man!" and enjaculated a huge load straight down her throats. His bloated balls pulsed, emptying a full supply of jizz into her hot mouth.

Despite her experience,the volume Shaggy produced was far more than she'd ever had to accommodate before and she gagged slightly, spitting up a large amount of sperm into her mouth that squirted out around the sides of Shaggy's dick and spilled down off her chin. Long silvery ropes of spunk dangled and danced from her pouty, stretched lips.  Some of it took a different path and squirted out her nose, causing her to snort in shock and then gag again, causing her throat to vibrate powerfully around Shaggy's thick shaft.

Shaggy seemed to cum forever, but eventually he let out a sigh and leaned forward till his forehead rested against the wall as he panted loudly. Drops of perspiration dotted his forehead and matted his shaggy hair. His repose  pressed Daphne's head back and against the wall, trapping her between Shaggy's body and the plaster. Her nose was buried in his untrimmed pubic hair while his heavy balls covered her slime covered chin.

Daphne, from long experience expected Shaggy to quickly go limp and pull free from her over stretched throat, but to her surprise he didn't. His member didn't lose one iota of hardness and instead pulsed and twitched inside her throat until Shaggy tentatively began to move it in and out with short thrusts. More an instinctive act than from any real intent on his part. Daphne's experienced mixed emotions over this. She had been hoping that at least this part of her ordeal was over and she could focus on the pleasure radiating out from her overstretched twat, but at the same time she was thrilled. Fred's spunk had always provided her a mere taste and not a meal, and had always left her hungry for more. Shaggy's spunk had filled her belly with his warm gooey load, and if his current actions were any indication, she had every reason to expect a second course.

  Daphne was barely aware of how much time has passed.Shaggy and the monster had been spit-roasting her non-stop for what seemed like forever. She had at least four loads of cum filling her pussy, and Shaggy had force fed her another two large helpings of spunk. Her belly felt slightly bloated and she was sure she was going to have to go without meals for at least a day to make up for all the calories he had fed her. As for her own orgasm's she had lost count, at one point she had been going off like a machine gun, one following another as the insatiable beast behind her had jackhammered her oversensitive pussy without mercy. They had seemed to merge into one continuous climax. Her body hung limply in the hole, spent, satiated beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

She was barely aware of a panting Shaggy staggering backward, his semi-hard cock pulling out of her mouth with an audible.pop as it overcame the suction she was applying to it. Without his support her front half folded forward till her face was only a few inches off the floor as a steady stream of drool and sperm trailed out of her mouth.

She let out a soft moan as the monster cock in her abused twat slipped out of her for the first time in an hour and she could feel a huge wash of released juices running down her thighs. Her belly fluttered with another orgasm in reaction to the stimulation.

"Like, thanks for the good time, dream Daphne," Shaggy said politely. "but, i'm like, wasted. I think I'm just going to find myself a place to sack out." He brow furrowed in thought. "Can you like, sack out, when you're already sacked out/" he wondered out loud as he wandered away. A few seconds later the sound of a secret panel sliding open sounded and then again as it slid shut.

Daphne shuddered as she felt a long wide tongue began licking her clean, causing yet another knee trembling orgasm. her befuddled mind woke enough to be puzzled. The furry body that had mounted her could be explained by a costume, but that tongue. What sort of fake would go so far as to give his disguise a prosthetic tongue. But, she was too wasted by bliss to follow that train of thought back to the station and settled for simply enjoying the climax of what had been the best sexual experience of her young life.

  "Daphne, Daphne? Can you hear me? Come on girl, snap out of it." Daphne blinked and lifted her sperm smeared face to look at the blur in front of her. A cloth wiped her face, freeing up her eyelids from the gunk covering them and the blur resolved into Velma, looking at her with a mixture of concern, and maybe with just a touch of smug enjoyment.

"There's my girl," Velma commented. "Looks like you had quite a party. Why don't we get you cleaned up and rejoin the boys?"

"Can't. Trapped." Daphne muttered.

"Sure you can," Velma said in a disgustingly cheerful voice as she took hold of Daphne under her arms and half pulled and half dragged her free of her plaster prison. In a corner of her mind Daphne deduced that her rather violent sex session had widened the hole she had been trapped in by a large margin. It came to her that she very likely could have pulled free long before Shaggy and the still unnamed monster had finished with her. She quickly buried that thought and allowed Velma to help her across the room to a working sink where she could wash up and put herself into some semblance of order.

"So, we caught the monster. Turns out they were running a lab making fake Viagra and were making use of the house's reputation to scare people away." Velma explained as Daphne slipped out of her dress and used a discarded lab coat as a wash rag. The spunk on her legs had coagulated to the consistency of Elmer's glue. Luckily she found a spray bottle of Windex in the lab.  Her abused pussy was swollen and sore to the touch, but oddly satisfied.

"That's interesting," Daphne said in a detached voice, that sounded like she was suffering a very bad cold, or the aftereffects of swallowing a mile of cock. If you counted each thrust. Her mind was in no condition to do the math as yet. Her tonsils and throat her swollen and it gave her a deeper voice than her usual chirpy sound.  She sounded like she had just chain-smoked a carton of cigarettes.

  A few minutes later a disheveled, but much cleaner Daphne, walked out of the house with Velma. Front and center on the lawn were some police cars with flashing lights, and several police officers surrounded three individuals. Daphne sped up a bit, eager to see the monster that had ravished her so well. She staggered to a stop and stared in disbelief at the unmasked monster sitting on the ground along with a pair of geeks she had never seen before. Rather than the hunk she had expected to see, the person in the monster costume was one of the nerdy looking females she'd seen clustered around him when they had first arrived. In the meantime the hunk himself was standing outside the police line, staring at the activity with adorable confusion.

Daphne felt her face to white as she realized that there was no way in heck that it had had been the monster who had ravaged her from behind. Against her will she let her head twist to the side and she looked over at the van, and at Scooby Doo. The big dane was sitting on the ground with one hind leg lifted in the air and he licked an inflamed looking doggy cock. His eyes rolled up so he was looking straight at her with what she was sure was an expression of smugness. And then, as if in confirmation of the horrible, horrible deduction she was making, the bastard even winked at her.

"Like man, Scooby, you'll never guess the weird dream I just had," Shaggy said was he walked up to the smug looking dog, a large take out bag in his hand. He held the bag, which had the logo of a local seafood restaurant on it out to Scooby. "You want some clams?"