Disclaimer: Scooby-Doo belongs to Hanna-Barbera Productions. This story is
not-for-profit, but I own it.
Warnings: Voyurism, male solo sex, female solo sex, male/female sex, strong
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.
Summary: Velma decides to take a break from solving spooky mysteries and
go to the public library to do some research for a book report, only to
encounter a young man in a Cassonova costume who has ideas on his own.
Other Notes: This AU story is based on a picture entitled 'Velma 9' by an
artist named Julius Zimmerman.
Dedications: None so far.
Scooby-Doo: Cassonova's Ghost
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])
My name is Velma Dinkley and ever since I had allowed myself to become such
good friends with a lovable great dane named Scooby-Doo and three other
humans who go by the names of Freddy Jones, Shaggy Rogers and Daphne Blake,
I was able to go solve any mystery that has some crook in a ghostly get-up
and only get shocked by that creepy crook for a little bit, because I know
for a fact that there's no such thing as ghosts.
Or at least, that was what I had thought before the 24th day of the month of
September, which was when I had decided to take a break from solving spooky
mysteries for a while, go inside the public library and look-up some works of
literary art for my book report.
But as soon as I had walked into the library and started going through the
literary classics section, I had suddenly stumbled upon a young and handsome
male with dark brown hair who was wearing a costume that was right out of
the period of the French Revolutionary War and reading a book on the famous
romantic lover named Cassonova.
And of course, that had caused little old curious me to clear my throat and
say to the male stranger, "Excuse me for interrupting your reading, Sir. But
I just need to know one thing: Are you dressed like that in order to prepare
youself for a school play or just for the hell of it?"
But instead of giving me an answer to that question, the young male hunk had
placed the book right back where he had gotten it from, moved himself towards
me and placed his hands on my shoulders just before he had started moving his
lips closer and closer towards mine.
But just as he was about to give me a kiss on the lips, I had moved my head
away from the male stranger's, taken a deep breath and said, "Look, I don't
know who you are or where you had came from. But if you were to ask me, I
really don't think that we should be doing this, for you see...!"
But just as I was about to say another word to him, the young male stranger
had placed the tips of his fingers on my lips and said, "Sssshhhh. There is
no need for you to speak another word, my darling Mademoiselle. For it is
time for your beauty to speak. All we have to do now is just relax... and
enjoy the sweet taste of the fruit of sexual pleasure."
And with that, the both of us had kissed each other ever so passionately on
the lips just before we had removed all of our clothes and stared at our
bare-ass naked bodies, while he was stroking his stiff cock and I was pumping
two of my fingers in and out of my hot, wet pussy and carressing my own tits
with the other hand.
And then, after he had started licking all over my nude body -- all the way
down to my hot, moist snatch and carressing my firm breasts, I had placed my
hands on his bare shoulders, slowly licked my lips and said, "Aaaahhhh,
yeeeessss! That's it! Do it to me! Do it now! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck
my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"
And after we had laid our nude bodies down on the floor and he had turned
himself around and allowed me to start sucking on his stone hard dick, I had
suddenly realized that even though we were not suppossed to do it inside the
public library, I was able to experience something that I had never
experienced with either Freddy or Shaggy before, for I was experiencing pure
and untamed erotica... and enjoying every minute of it.
Just then, after he had placed his stiff cock inside my asshole and used each
of his hands to carress both my tits and snatch, I had placed one of my hands
on his bare shoulder and the other hand on his bare arm and yelled at the top
of my lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! TOUCH ME!
FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
And then, after we had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our
lovemaking has just solved its final spooky mystery, both me and my newfound
lover had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked
arms in a lover's embrace.
But that was before I had finally woken-up in a van that the gang and I had
agreed to name 'The Mystery Machine' with a large beach towel covering my
nude body and all of my good friends looking at me with concern on their
faces, causing me to take a deep breath and ask, "Why are you guys looking
at me like that?"
"Actually, Velma. The question that we want to ask you is what the fucking
hell were you doing laying on the floor bare-ass naked in the public
library?", a confused Daphne had asked me just before I had allowed a small
smile to appear on my lips, let out a small giggle and told her and the rest
of the gang about my sexual encounter with the young Cassonova lookalike in
one of the sections of the library.
But after I had finished telling them my story, Freddy had let out a sigh,
taken a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, handed it to me and said,
"Velma, I think that you might want to unfolded that paper and take a look
at it," just before I had done what Freddy had said and discovered something
about the image on the paper that had caused me to go into shock.
The image on the folded piece of paper that Freddy had handed to me was that
of my young and handsome lover and it had the name 'Cassonova' underneath it,
which had caused me to realize that it was inside that public library that
I had encountered and allowed myself to have hot and steamy sex with