A/N: Always loved Scooby Doo; let's see how I do writing for it. This is a modified version of a story I'm writing for a friend. Will contain an OC as a major character. Will do my best not to be too Mary Sue with him. Warnings: Lewd conversation and some pretty mature themes coming. I plan to keep violence to a minimum but I'll give a warning in advance if I change my mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own Scooby Doo or any of the rest of them.
Velma Dinkley kicked her feet up under the mahogany desk in her book store as she sighed inwardly. The 5' 6" very well endowed brunette was, dare she admit it, bored. Even though the woman was doing exactly what she had wanted to ever since she was young; she couldn't help but think something was missing. Velma thought back to just three short years ago. The three short years, however, felt like an eternity to her.
Daphne, arguably the sexy one of the bunch, at least before Velma got breasts, Shaggy, the resident stoner, Fred, the devilishly handsome ladykiller, and Scooby, Shaggy's beloved pet who nobody could remember where the fuck he came from but loved him anyway, and Velma herself had been known as the Mystery Gang. She smiled at the reminiscent thoughts. The quartet of friends had ridden around in a flowery green hippie van solving whatever mysteries might arise. Now, you're probably wondering why 4 kids and a great dane are driving around the United States instead of in school or working. There actually is a good explanation for this. Velma, the genius of the group had graduated UCLA at the top of her class just shy of her 18th birthday, being neither attractive nor unattractive she hadn't had many friends except for Shaggy, her childhood friend who really just hung out and smoked weed all of the time with his best friend/dog Scooby Doo. Shortly before dropping out of high school to get his GED, Shaggy had ended up in study hall with Fred Jones, the most popular guy in school and his longtime girlfriend Daphne Blake. Shaggy couldn't even remember why any of them were there he was just pissed Scooby and their beloved Scooby snacks weren't welcome in study hall. The three somehow hit it off and Daphne had handed Shaggy an index card that he had shoved in his corduroy pants without a second glance.
Later on, Velma recalled berating Shaggy for dropping out, "You're not an idiot, Shaggy! You can at least finish high school!" The card had fallen out of his pocket and she'd snatched it up. It read in Daphne's gorgeous cursive handwriting: Hey Shaggy :) If you ever get bored, you should join Freddy and I on some of our adventures. We plan to drive around the country after this year and see what there is to do, maybe even solve some mysteries! Well xoxoxo Shaggy dear. It was accompanied with a kiss of her dark pink lipstick and her phone number written in orange gel pen on the card as well.
Velma rolled her eyes, deciding to ignore the redhead's flirtatious remarks she grabbed Shaggy's arm, "Want to?" She'd always loved a good mystery novel and what better way to get material for the novel she wanted to one day write than actually solve some mysteries. It would be a version of fieldwork per se. "Wha?" Shaggy said tearing his eyes away from his psychedelic bong for a few seconds. Velma continued, "We should go with them and solve mysteries!"
"Can Scooby come?"
"Ryeah? Ran Scooby come?" The oddly enough talking dog interjected. Velma was unsure but decided to push her luck, "Yuuuup Scooby is welcome too."
Velma had called Daphne and the rest was history.
The 5 had quickly become best friends and had solved many wonderful mysteries together, however something had happened that had turned Velma away from solving mysteries for a very long time. It had been a routine mystery, just you know, standard sleuthing stuff. Cows were going missing in upper Nevada, farmers blamed it on aliens, blah blah blah. The gang had gone to check it out of course and had finally figured out who the criminals were and decided to corner them right after calling the police, which was their normal protocol. Things had turned ugly when the criminals had opened fire on both the gang and the police. No one died fortunately but Daphne had sustained severe injuries that made it to where she longer had much use of her left arm. Scooby had also been seriously injured from the gunfire but he managed to pull through as well. The gang unanimously decided to get away from solving mysteries that fateful day three years ago. Everyone still kept in touch but Velma sighed. Things just weren't the same and the 23 year old was getting lonely. Never one for the dating scene in general, hanging out with Shaggy's stoner buds had never panned out for her. She would smoke some Mary Jane every now and then herself, after all being from California, who wouldn't? But her intelligence and her general desire for conversation and not just meaningless sex caused her to shy away from dating and relationships in general. Hell, not very many people knew, but Velma Dinkley, the attractive girl with double D breasts, who dressed sexily but not quite sluttily, who made almost everyone who walked in's eyes turn, who owned the bookstore and had published her first book in her novel series and was quickly making a name for herself was a fucking virgin. Only Shaggy and Scooby knew and though the two joked around with her about it, she knew they would never tell a soul. She suspected Daphne had figured it out from some conversations recently. "So Velma what's the freakiest thing you've ever done with Shaggy? I mean his name practically screams sex, Shaggy, Shag, come on!" The redhead's accident and even engagement to Fred hadn't cut out her wild streak completely at least verbally that is.
Velma blushed, "Shaggy and I have only kissed that's it". Daphne patted her shoulder "that is so good! It's great having a guy best friend. So what's the freakiest thing you've ever done with a guy?!" Velma decided to bullshit it. "Umm we had anal and a threesome with beads and a dildo."
"Oh my God!" Daphne squealed. "How was it?! I've never done any of that but anal and the dildo haha, oh my God Fred was kinky that night."
Velma added some random details in there, "Oh he just walked in like he was delivering a pizza and then well we fucked with the beads of course."
Daphne was about to congratulate her friend when she realized something, "What the fuck. Velma that's a porno me and Freddy love that one, you are just relaying what happened in a porno like it happened to you. Are you", she whispered," are you a virgin?"
Velma never answered and Daphne left it alone but before she left she told her uncharacteristically for Daphne that is, "You know Velms, it's nothing to be ashamed of, Fred was one longer than he wants to admit. And you're fucking hot so I wouldn't stress it."
