Chapter 4 - FYFC #3: Jinkies (Scooby Doo)

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“I know you have one on you, man,” said Shaggy. He was crouching down, eyes shut and sniffing around Velma’s skirt.
Flustered, she adjusted her glasses but didn’t push him away. Not yet, at least. It was just the two of them in an allegedly haunted mansion after all.
They stood in a grand hall, dark and falling apart now with an old chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Daphne had called it filthy, but it had a charm that Velma thought could be glamorous with a little polishing and light. Two stairwells led away in opposite directions from the main hall, so Fred and Daphne took Scooby and went towards the left-wing. Velma pulled Shaggy the other way, which meant he was all over her, desperate for a snack.
She didn’t mind the attention now that they were alone, but when she felt his nose on her thigh, his scratchy goatee on her ass, she grabbed his bedhead hair and pulled him away. “Tell you what,” she said, hoping he wouldn’t notice her blush in the dark. “If you can find a good clue, I’ll give you all the snacks you can eat.”
That made him light up. “Like, say no more, dude.” Shaggy bounded off, leaving Velma with her hands on her hips and staring after his green shirt wondering how he could be so oblivious.
She wanted a snack too, she thought. When Shaggy’s head was so close to her like that, when all he had to do was push his face under her skirt a bit more to discover her dripping and…
Velma’s hand slid down her belly to her skirt, to where Shaggy’s face had been only moments ago. She pressed the cloth to her pussy and shuddered at how wet she was. But she’d promised herself this wouldn’t get in the way of the mystery. Besides, what would Fred and Daphne say if she came up empty-handed?
“Okay,” she said out loud to the empty hallway, readjusting her glasses and trying to calm down. As she walked by empty rooms with broken doors, peered into their barren contents – a ruined kitchen with a burnt-out stove, a bedroom that made her think naughty thoughts about Shaggy under the moth-bitten blankets with her, and even a lounge room with broken chairs – she wondered about what could have made someone leave the mansion in a hurry.
According to the town’s people, a wealthy and powerful couple had built this building last year. They moved to this sleepy town to get away from the limelight and make their nest, but from what Velma could see, the place looked ancient.
“Maybe they bought only antiques,” she said, crossing her arms and eyeing an armoire with fancy patterns in the wood. But that wouldn’t make much sense. Even if they were antiques, they wouldn’t look so foreworn in only a year. Besides, that wasn’t even half the mystery.
It started when the local sorority decided to host their annual party at the mansion. They’d invited all the boys from the university, and people reported hearing strange sounds all night. Moaning and screaming that echoed throughout the countryside.
Then the next morning, everything was quiet. The girls and boys had vanished, and the talk of the town was that they’d had a wild, unprotected orgy and run off with demons. Spirited away by their own lust and sin.
Despite all the fascinating details of the case, Velma had a different problem. One that Shaggy had inadvertently exasperated with his incessant pleading and prodding for Scooby Snacks. She was ovulating.
Velma had awoken that morning so wet and aroused, that it took her an hour to leave the bed, an hour of touching herself and humping the pillows and desperately cumming. That was why she’d arrived late to the Mystery Machine, and even then, she couldn’t stop trembling. Thoughts of grasping Fred’s blond hair as he knelt between her thighs and licked her. Daphne, with her flowing red locks and slender breasts bouncing as she sat on Velma’s face. And Shaggy. Always Shaggy despite how much he annoyed her with his aloofness and how he always managed to smell like potato chips and burgers. She wanted to kiss his scraggly chin and ride his cock till he was howling and cumming inside her.
Of course, nobody realized as the van bounced on the road. They left the hotel and the town behind them as they headed for the mansion, and all she could think about was how she hadn’t worn a bra and her breasts were bouncing in her sweater. How the seat felt beneath her as the van vibrated and jolted. Why couldn’t one of them just notice for once?
“Jinkies,” she said out loud after swallowing the excess of saliva in her mouth. She’d let her thoughts get carried away again, and now she felt too hot. Like she had in the morning, except her orange sweater made it worse.
Velma wished she was naked as she stood at the end of a long hallway, facing two large wooden doors. There had to be a clue behind them. She hoped Shaggy would come running back to her, screaming and crying about a shadow or something, and they’d go running around the mansion together on a classic chase. Then maybe they’d hide in a closet, sweaty and hot, and so close to each other that Shaggy would have to realize…
She pictured rubbing her ass against him, pretending it was an accident. Then guiding his oversized hands to her breasts. She would tell him she felt cold and slide his hands under her sweater. She could strip down to only her long orange socks and…
“Alright, alright already,” she said. She sucked in a deep breath and pushed the doors open.
Lights flared up around her, making her blink. She found herself in an enormous sprawling library. Dozens of rows of shelves filled to the high ceilings with books of all colors and sizes. Her heart almost leaped out of her chest with excitement, and she forgot to shout to Shaggy before shutting the door behind her.
“Hello?” she called out. Her voice echoed around her, but there wasn’t a response. She didn’t expect there to be one, but who’d turned on the lights? Despite that, the library was breathtaking and the only place in this entire mansion that wasn’t decrepit and rotting. She couldn’t resist the possibility of a clue in such a grand place. Her footsteps echoed on the polished hardwood floor. She was drawn to the center where a lone table sat with a book spread open, beckoning her.
As she walked towards it, she realized one wall of the library was a series of oversized windows that showed the hills and woods beyond the mansion. It was dark outside despite the rising moon, and she felt like something was watching her as she turned away and went to the book.
The pages were empty. Velma stroked its soft pages and ran her fingers down its dark leather spine. Who would leave such a book here? Why was it empty? She flipped through it, checking the inside of its cover for a name or anything.
She was about to give up and look for something else when the lights flickered off and she was plunged in sudden darkness. Shivers raced up and down her spine, and now she knew something was watching her. She placed the book down, holding her breath, heart beating wildly, but when she turned around, there was nothing there but the windows and the spooky view.
She placed a hand over her heart and sighed. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
If there was, Scooby and Shaggy would have picked up on it by now and everybody would be screaming. Maybe the power had gone out or the motion sensors failed. It was a ruined old building after all.
Or maybe they were playing a joke on her. “Shaggy?” she whispered. She’d wanted to shout it, but all she could manage was a quiet whisper. “I’ll give you some Scooby Snacks if that’s you.”
Feeling cold and vulnerable, Velma turned away from the windows. She wished she hadn’t let Shaggy run off. Why wasn’t he looking for her yet?
She felt something slimy prod her thigh and choked on a scream. Velma slapped both hands over her mouth, tensing as whatever it was snaked around her legs. It was hot and icky, and by the time she glanced down, it was too late.
Long tendrils swashing this way and that, roping around her thighs and her calves. Dark green and glistening in the moonlight. They slithered from the table and latched itself onto her body.
Two tentacles shot out from its jelly-like mass and tore her skirt off with a single violent pull. The red cloth drifted to the floor as more tentacles slid under the waistline of her panties and stretched them to one side so that the thin white cloth pulled hard against her sopping wet pussy.
Velma shut her eyes and yelped when her panties snapped. Her feet were rooted to the floor now, held firmly in place by the thing. The tentacles wriggled up her body, constricting around her thighs and her belly. Before she could say jinkies or cry for help, one pressed itself to her pussy and slid inside.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered into her hands. It filled her up slowly, pushing steadily. She was loose from masturbating so much this morning, and it seemed to love how wet she already was. Several more tendrils snaked up her sweater and found her breasts. Others twirled around her arms, forcing her hands away from her face and locking them at her sides. They even slipped into her socks and wrapped themselves around her feet and toes before raising her off the floor.
Locked in place, Velma could wiggle in their hold, but she knew there was no escape no matter how much she struggled. That only made it worse, as it made the creature throb and pulse, forcing air out of her pussy in loud queefs, making her head spin from the sensations.
When it finally slipped out, making a naughty slurping sound, it slid upwards along her ass crack. It felt like a giant tongue licking her behind, and she shuddered and whimpered as it snaked around her body, around her breasts, and around her throat. Squeezing her tightly before its tip hovered in front of her face.
“What do you want?” she croaked out. But she’d already figured it out. She’d already pieced together the clues. The girls. The alleged orgy. The disappearances. This mansion was haunted, but not by a ghost. By this creature. This sexual monstrosity.
Its response was to press its tip against her lips. Covered in her juices, it smelled and tasted like her dildos did after she’d fuck herself, and Velma knew she had no choice but to accept. Tears rolled down her cheeks as it slid down her throat. She expected to choke on the thing, on its slime, but it slid out to rest on her tongue.
She knew it was asking her to suck on it. And when she did, Velma pretended it was Shaggy’s big hard cock in her mouth.
That seemed to please the creature. A shudder ran through all the tentacles, vibrating against her hot body and more slime gushed, drenching her from head to toe. As she sucked, it slid in and out of her mouth, giving her a chance to breathe. To spit, to gasp, to swallow. To her surprise, it tasted rather good, like very mild coconut milk, and she kissed and sucked on it more readily.
Two more tentacles appeared. These were a darker shade of green and larger than the ones in her mouth and they danced around her floating figure. She knew what they would do, but before she could beg, tendrils shot out from the other tentacles and ran through her hair, knocking off her glasses. They clattered to the floor.
“I can’t see!” she cried out, but then the tentacle in her mouth pushed into her throat, making her gag. The blurry shapes of the larger two were on the move. They raised her even higher, bending and spreading her legs till she was squatting midair. This spread her cheeks, giving the tentacles easy access.
She felt one press against her pussy. It traced the shape of her lips and tickled her pubic hair. The other slowly coiled around her waist, covering her in slime until it got to the base of her spine, and she knew exactly what it wanted.
Velma clenched her asshole, but in her head, she did the calculations. The tentacles were thick but seemed naturally slippery. Their shapes weren’t set either. Like jelly. they could squeeze into tight openings or expand if they needed to. They weren’t as rigid as toys or fingers, and the body of the tentacle had some give when she pressed her tongue against it or closed her lips.
That meant they could squeeze into her ass with relative ease, its own slime serving as the perfect lubricant. She didn’t have to wait long to test her hypothesis, and neither did she protest.
Shutting her eyes and moaning, Velma bit into the tentacle in her mouth as the two bigger ones pushed simultaneously. One surged into her pussy as the other wriggled up her asshole till she thought she’d burst.
This was nothing like when she played with her fingers. Nothing like the fantasies she had of Shaggy slipping his head under her skirt and licking her butt. The slimy tentacles oozed inside of her, the others roping tighter around her body and squeezing her. She could see the blurry shape of her shadow on the wall in the moonlight, held up by tentacles in what should have been a nightmare.
So why did it feel amazing? Was this what happened to the sorority girls? Would she disappear too? As long as she was getting fucked out of her mind, would she even care? Both tentacles found spots inside of her that she never imagined could feel so good.
Her muffled cries felt too loud in the library, and just when she thought she would cum, the tentacles deflated and retreated. There was a loud sucking sound as it shot out of her asshole, followed by a spray of slime on her back and thighs. She was lowered to the floor. All she had on now was her orange sweater, her shoes, and her socks. And she was covered in the creature’s slime.
“Is it over?” she whispered with a hint of sadness before swallowing. Velma didn’t want this to end. Not yet. Not when she was so close. How could it deny her like this? She rubbed the slime on her pussy, marveling at how gooey it felt.
This was infinitesimally better than lying in bed and using a vibrator. This was like every single one of her fantasies at once: deepthroating and bondage, submission and anal. Surrendering completely to an outside force. These were all the things she wanted to try whenever the Mystery Machine hit a particularly bouncy road and she wished she was sitting on someone’s lap tied up and gagged.
Wishing she could see, she tried to follow the movements of the tentacles. Their dark green form writhing as they climbed up the desk and disappeared into the pages. That must be the source, she realized, picking up the book as the last bit of the tentacles vanished without a trace.
Her legs trembled as she touched the pages. There was writing on it now, but she couldn’t see the words without her glasses. As she flipped through the book, she touched something gooey and she couldn’t help but smile. Velma fingered it gently, as if it was her asshole, until her fingertip slid into it.
There was an opening, and she realized it was a mouth. Something was coming out of the pages; it was large and bulbous. Like a sphere almost. Or a head.
And she held onto it, squinting to make out the details. But for all she could see, it was a dark green blob with little bumps on its soft surface and a pink tongue sticking out of a slit.
It thrust itself out of the book and onto her face, pushing her back as she felt its tongue slide into her mouth. It was kissing her!
Velma held onto it and kissed it back, unable to suppress a grin as more tentacles slithered out from the pages and coiled around her. She reached for her drenched sweater to take it off, but the tentacles sensed her desire and tore apart the threads. Now all she had on were her shoes and her socks, but this she wanted to keep.
It didn’t take long for her breasts to be covered in a sloppy mess. Its head moved down from her face, kissing her neck and her collarbone before burying itself between her tits. She held onto it as if it were a long-lost treasure, moaning as the tentacles oozed down her body again.
The head broke out of her embrace and returned to the page. Velma’s knees knocked together, and she wanted to touch herself as the tentacles coiled. She felt the tip of one tease her asshole. More tentacles shot out of the pages, bringing the entire book to her belly. It kissed her hip bones before lodging itself firmly between her thighs, and she cried out as she felt the pages of the book against her legs.
The thing’s mouth found her clit, and Velma had to grab the edge of the table to stay standing. She arched her back, her cheeks parting, as she gave the thing complete access.
That’s when the tentacles began lashing her backside. Gentle slaps that resounded throughout the library, splattering her with slime. She cried out with each one, and as the head licked her pussy, she knew she was getting close again.
Several tentacles tickled her butt. She felt each of their tips struggling to slither into her asshole, and she had no way to count how many were pushing inside. And she didn’t care. Others reached up and latched onto her breasts, caressing her and teasing her nipples as the ones in her asshole surged.
They thrust in unison, plunging in deeper and deeper. The slick sound so gooey and naughty, Velma couldn’t help but moan. Hot tears ran fresh down her cheeks. Drool slid down her chin as the movements rocked the table and the pages flapped against her thighs.
She imagined a huge lump of water traveling through a hose but going back and forth. That’s what the tentacles felt like inside her ass. She was perpetually filled, being stretched out as the thing’s head slurped on her juices. She hoped it could taste the state of her body, her ovulation driven madness.
She spat on the table, using one hand to press the book harder against herself. She was grinding against the thing, the tentacles relentlessly attacking her ass and squeezing her body. She shut her eyes and cried out as they slapped her butt cheeks, and she could imagine the red lines across her pale skin.
Something was coming inside her, surfacing. But it felt so different. So much more immense than when she’d cum underneath her covers whispering Shaggy’s name. So many more sensations.
A cry built up inside her chest and escaped her lips. So loud that she swore the town could hear her. Pleasure crashed through her entire body in violent waves, racing from her head to her toes, and she felt an immense pressure building in her womb.
Her shoes squeaked against the floor as she dropped to her knees.
She wanted to cry out again, for help, for love, for anything, but it was too late. The torrent that gushed between her thighs made her collapse. Her face pressed to the hardwood floor as she squirted into the book. Convulsions rippled through her body, and her ass clenched so hard that the tentacles burst, spurting her insides with a thick gooey mess. Flooding her with something so thick and creamy and hot that she couldn’t help but cry out again and thrust against the floor, her pussy still cumming into the creature’s mouth. Her entire body trembling.
Even as they pumped her asshole with the creamy mess, the tentacles refused to stop plunging in and out.
Velma rolled onto her back, screaming as she squirted again, this time with enough force to knock the book off her thighs. Her juices shot into the air, and several heartbeats passed before they rained back down on her and the floor. Her head swimming in pleasure, her belly full of the creamy hot mess, and her pussy still sobbing, it took her a moment to realize the creature was no longer attached to the book. The head was still latched onto her, and the pages sat open between her legs, soaked with her juices.
She sat up and picked up the book, the monster’s head teasing her clit, the tentacles still throbbing. Velma realized that whatever this was, it had removed itself from the book and attached itself to her. A wild shudder ran down her spine, but she needed her glasses to read the words that had appeared on the pages
The library doors opened with a loud bang, startling her.
Fred’s deep voice rang out. “Velma? Velma! Where are you?” Followed quickly by a howl from Scooby as he surely picked up her scent. Could he smell anything else?
A wave of energy ran through the tentacles, tickling Velma’s skin. Everything expanded for a moment, and she thought she’d be discovered like this. Then it all slithered into her mouth, her asshole, and her pussy. Vanishing inside her with a loud slurp, leaving her naked and soaked on the floor, holding onto the book to cover her breasts. As the footsteps approached, she wanted to warn them to stay back, but then something came seeping out of her asshole and pussy. It was the tentacles again, but they stretched across her body like a layer of skin.
It was reconstructing her outfit, changing colors and hugging her form, and in a moment, she sat on the floor in her familiar orange sweater and skirt. Except, she didn’t have her panties on. She could feel the bulbous head lodged in her asshole like a living butt-plug licking her gently as tendrils reached from her skirt and slid into her pussy to massage her g-spot.
The footsteps were upon her now and the blurry figures of her friends appeared. She recognized the colors of their outfits.
“Are you alright?” asked Daphne, bending down and touching her shoulder. “We heard screaming.”
Velma sucked in a breath. “I’m sorry. I tripped and lost my glasses and now I can’t find them.” She felt around for them, on her hands and knees, hoping her friends wouldn’t notice how hot she felt, how exhausted she was from cumming so hard, how slimy she was under her clothes.
“Looks like there’s a leak here,” said Fred, poking the wetness on the floor with the tip of his shoes. “This must be what you sipped on when you fell.”
“Like zoinks, Velma,” said Shaggy. He pressed her glasses into her hands. “We thought something seriously wicked happened to you.”
Daphne picked up the book and leafed through its pages. “Is this a clue? It’s empty.”
Velma wanted to explain that she’d solved the mystery, but when she opened her mouth, the thing surged inside her asshole, and she shuddered. “It’s just a book,” she said finally. “Let’s keep looking.”
When she took the book back, she glanced inside to see her name scribbled onto each page. Velma Dinkley. She smiled as the tentacles shuddered across her body. This was her secret, her own mystery to solve. She eyed Daphne’s ass and naughty thoughts slithered through her head.
Clutching the book tightly, Velma followed the gang out of the library without looking back. Each step was a reminder of what she’d just endured and a promise of what was to come.


