Alright this is my new story. I hope you guys like it. This one is Futa, but I may do a non futa version, which would lead to slightly different storylines. Enjoy!

Warning: Futa, swearing, angst

I don't own Scooby Doo, or any recognizable thing in here. Avery and the werewolf concept in here are all mine.

Avery growled and shoved clothes in a duffle bag as her father slammed his fist against her door and shouted at her. Jeans, shirts, her binders, underwear, body wash, and finally her meds went into the bag as she shoved her phone into right pocket, followed by her wallet into her back pocket. She sighed as her mind wondered to the fight she had had with her parents less than an hour ago.

"This was your choice!" Her father bellowed, his steel grey wolf ears pulled flat over his head and his tail wagging slowly with aggression. "You could have stopped this!"

"This isn't a choice! It was how I was born! I can't help who my father was!" Her own ears, black with silver tips standing straight and tail out straight behind her as she bared her fangs, far sharper than any other wolves in her pack. "But I'll never change, even if I could."

"Then get out!" Her mother yelled, her own pale grey ears and tail mimicking those of her husbands. "Being gay was one thing, but this... this is completely different. You're no daughter of mine. Get out!" she bellowed.

"You have one hour," her father seethed.

Her hour was about to be up. She jumped out of her second story window, bag slung on her back, and landed in the tree about five feet away. She climbed down quickly and ran into the forest as the sun began to set. She stopped, pulling off her bag and clothes, slipping them in the bag and waiting. The moon began to rise and her eyes flashed from dark brown to red before fading to green as her body began to change. Not fast enough, however, as she heard the pounding of paws on the ground and howls from her pack.

They were running her out.

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Avery yawns widely as she limps from the forest. She had been running for three days straight and was still badly injured, the pain coupled with exhaustion. Her jeans were tattered and ragged, hanging on her starved hips loosely. Her shirt had so many rips you could clearly see her toned stomach and strong upper body. Her beanie hid most of her shaggy hair, as well as her ears, while her tail was tucked into her jeans. The 19 year old sighed in relief at seeing she was at a road. Time to hitch-hike. She stuck out her thumb and leaned heavily against a road sign, dropping her bag at her feet. She felt blood still dripping from the two scratch marks on her left ear, blood dripping down her face from the three claw marks over her left eye, and blood dripped down her back and hip from more claw marks, her recent shift reopening the still healing wounds.

It was over an hour before a van stopped, startling the half asleep woman who jumped up. She watched as three women jumped out. "No way," she muttered, for as exhausted as she was, she could still recognize her favorite band. The three women, dressed in a red and black dress, green dress, and purple dress respectfully, were The Hex Girls, Thorn, Dusk and Luna. Thorn smiled at her while Dusk twirled drumsticks, and Luna blew gum bubbles. Unfortunately three sleepless days and nights caught up to her and she collapsed before she could even begin to fangirl.

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"Is she okay?" Thorn's voice registered in Avery's brain as she began to wake. Her head throbbed and she wondered what happened.

"Besides the previous injuries, she seems fine. I think she was just exhausted," another voice filtered in, beautiful and soothing to Avery's ears. She wanted to hear it again, but her body was waking up. She groaned, opening her eyes some and realized two things. One, her left eye was covered in bandages, and two, she was looking at a cute pair of square glasses, red-brown hair, and beautiful, concerned brown eyes.

"Jinkies! Are you alright?" If she thought the woman's face was beautiful, her voice short circuited Avery's brain.

"Beautiful girl acknowledge Avery's presence... Avery happy..." she answered in a mumble. The girl before her blushed bright red and bit her lip. A skinny guy started laughing.

"Like, zoinks! Looks like Velma has an admirer!"

Avery groaned, sitting up and rubbing her head, finding her beanie in place, as well as her jeans, but her torso was covered in bandages. Well at least they hadn't seen her tail or ears, seeing as they weren't freaking out. Well no more than anyone should. She looked around and saw the Hex Girls, plus two guys and two other girls. She gave herself a moment to let the room stop spinning before she stood, holding the table for balance a moment. "I'm sorry, I'm not usually that straight forward." Avery cleared her throat and turned to face everyone, giving a bow, both arms bent at the elbow with one in front of her and one behind her back. "I'm Avery." She straightened and gave a forced smile. "Due to being disowned, I have no last name."

The woman with square glasses stepped forward first. Avery quickly took in her full appearance, which consisted of red heels and skirt with orange socks and the same color sweatshirt. She smiled at Avery and held out her hand. "I'm Velma. It's nice to meet you." Avery took her hand and shook it politely.

"Likewise, ma'am," she drawled, her southern accent coming out as she began to feel nervous.

"I'm Daphne," the next woman introduced. She had long red hair that hung just past her shoulders and wore a purple dress that came just above the knees with matching heels and a green scarf around her neck. As she shook her hand, Avery commented to herself about how different the two styles were, but how each one fit the women. The next person to shake her hand was the more well built of the two men, sporting a white polo, blue jeans and an orange ascot, his blonde hair well trimmed.

"Hi, I'm Fred." Avery nodded to him, accepting the handshake, though she reasonably felt confused. Why were they being so kind to her? They were just now learning her name...

Next came the skinnier guy, who high fived her rather than shaking her hand. "Zoinks, like, I'm Shaggy." Avery couldn't stop the smile if she tried.

"Great to meet you, Shaggy." He took a step to the side as Thorn, Dusk and Luna came forward and the three girls almost laughed at the look of amazement and excitement that came over the face of the girl who had collapsed only hours before.

"Hi. I'm Thorn, and this is Dusk, and Luna," the woman in front said, pointing to her band mates as she said their names.

"I know, I'm actually a huge fan who's trying really hard not to fangirl and look completely crazy." Avery was shocked she was able to sound so calm, because she was positive her chill level was -75, if that high...

Thorn giggled, bringing Avery's chill level down about three points. "Well we just wanted to drop you off somewhere safe. Where were you heading, anyways?"

The taller woman paled visibly. "No where. I was just heading away from..." She took a deep breath. "Away from home. Or what was my home."

The others around frowned and Avery shook her head. "But not to worry."

"Well we're doing a show here in Coolsville, so feel free to come. Uhm... Hang on we may have a ticket with us." Thorn frowned and looked in a small clutch Avery had missed, but Fred stopped her.

"We can give her our extra. You guys gave us five by mistake again." Avery noticed the saddened look the group adopted and tilted her head. Before she knew it the band was leaving and Velma was grabbing her attention again. "If you want, you can use our shower. No offense, but you look exhausted and kind of greasy..." Avery chuckled a little, realizing she had to look like a hot mess.

"No offense taken. Thank ya, kindly, ma'am." The tall native looking woman looked around for her duffle, finding it on the floor next to the table she had been on. She knelt down and pulled clothes and her bodywash (Ocean for Men for Bath&BodyWorks) before getting up and following Velma down the hallway. At the very end of the hall the woman gestured to the door.

"There you go. I'll grab you some towels and washcloths and set them on the counter. Take all the time you need." A kind smile left Avery searching for air as she went into the bathroom. With the door closed, Avery started the water and stripped down, throwing her ruined clothes in the trash and stepping under the hot spray. She set her body wash on a shelf and stood under the water, letting it wash over her as dirt, blood, and muck stained the water brown. She knew her bandages were getting wet and wondered in Velma would want them changed after, but pushed that thought aside. She would leave after this, and not waste any more of their time.

Once the water was running clear, Avery began to open different shampoo bottles, taking a small whiff and wincing when the scent was too strong for her sensitive nose. Finally she found on one that was fruit scented, but so faint that it didn't bother her. She took a moderate amount in her hand and carefully washed her hair and the fur on her ears, sighing when she remembered the thin line of fuzz that ran down her spine. It was silver, reminding her that her wolf had unique markings. The silver of her fuzz ran in a line straight down her tail. She calmly lathered shampoo down the fur on her spine and carefully washed the fur of her tail, picking two or three fleas from her fur. She hated those things. Once her fur was rinsed completely she grabbed her own body wash and washed her entire body, focusing on the areas she had injured and where mud had previously been caked. Avery repeated the entire ritual again to be sure she was clean before turning off the water.

Avery watched as her naturally high body temperature began to evaporate most of the water from her skin. Instinct taking over a split second, Avery began to shake off, water flying from her hair, out of her ears, and from her tail. With a sigh, she opened the curtain and stepped out onto the small rug, finding a neatly folded towel, hair towel, face towel and washcloth, all orange with red designs. Avery chuckled a little, realizing Velma had given her one of her sets to use. A note sat on top of the pile and Avery tilted her head, her ears pulling back against her head as she read it.

Avery,

Here's some towels and such. I wasn't sure what you would need, so I gave you a full set. If you need a hair dryer, mine is the black one. Feel free to use it, and anything else in the bathroom. Meet us back in the living room when you're done.

Take your time :)

-Velma

Avery wasn't sure why the note made her smile so much, but she found a smile slowly finding her face, one of the first in a long time. She took the towel and dried the rest of the water from her body, sighing when she realized how difficult it would be to dry her tail, the thick black and silver fuzz absorbing water like a sponge. I huffed, frantically drying the fur and getting most of the water up. I let it air-dry while I grabbed the hair towel and dried my hair, catching sight of myself in the mirror. She hadn't had a good look in a couple day, and began to remove the wet bandaging, freeing her eye, most of her torso, some of her arms and her left lower leg. Avery threw all this out and looked back at the mirror. She was tall, standing at just over six feet tall, with dark brown eyes that gave her an intimidating but slightly innocent look. Her dark brown hair was nearly black and hung in her eyes, her ears standing up tall, nearly dry. She let her eyes trace the scar over her left eye, cringing at the memory as she looked down her neck, realizing no one had marred the skin there. Her torso was strong, breasts a gentle swell that was proportional to her build. While her strong muscles were still able to be seen, her hip bones stuck out from not eating the last three days, her ribs showing a bit and her collarbones seemed more pronounced. She sighed, continuing down and finding one of the things that made her more different than any other girl she had ever known. Between her legs was a decently sized penis. Avery blinked back tears as she remembered how her older brother had supported her, taught her, loved her as she was.

Avery shook her head and found the hair dryer Velma had spoke of, using it to dry her tail thoroughly before gently brushing it. After that she pulled on black socks, Batman boxers (judge me not), and faded blue jeans that were loose enough to tuck her tail in and hide it. Adding her combat boots, she stood and nodded in satisfaction of the start of her appearance. Avery then grabbed her binder, carefully putting it on and making sure it wasn't too tight, that she could breathe right, and that it was smoothed out. She soon realized with her beanie trashed, she couldn't hide her ears. Maybe... She spotted a set of scissors and picked them up, running her hand though her shaggy locks before getting to work.

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Thirty minutes later Avery had a new hair cut, though it was a bit sloppy, it worked. Nearly shaved on the sides and long enough on the top to be spiked up to hide her ears, she was well satisfied with herself. After sweeping up her hair the best she could, she finished dressing, pulling on a black tank top and tucking it into her jeans. Over that, a red and black plaid shirt, buttoned up three fourths of the way. She smoothed the collar and noticed a fair amount of her chest was showing, but not low enough for her binder to show. She clipped the chain attached to her wallet to her belt loop and tucked her wallet away, her phone going in her front pocket, then she pulled on her leather jacket, leaving it unbuttoned. Once she had her hair spiked up, she cleaned up and left the room. For some reason, she had taken Velma's note, tucking it into her pocket without a thought. As she walked down the hall, a photo on the wall made her pause. She realized it was a photo of the four friends when they were four or five with a Great Dane puppy. Avery easily pinpointed Fred, as he was the only blonde. His hair reached just below his ears and he looked like a leader even at the time. Daphne was the next she found, her hair only shoulder length and a headband holding her bangs back. Avery soon realized how he got the nickname "Shaggy" when she saw the boy with hair hanging down in his eyes. Her eyes next found a young Velma, her hair long and flowing down her back, glasses far too big for her face. All four friends were in detective costumes and lounging in front of them was the brown great dane puppy, a large black spot in the middle of his back and large ears that flopped over his face.

As she walked down the hall she watched them grow older, sometimes having other people but most of the time it was just the five of them. The last one looked recent, and the group were sitting on or around a couch. Velma and Shaggy sat on the couch, the now enormous dog laying across them. It was clear the years had taken it's toll, as there was a large amount of grey fur on his muzzle. Velma cradled his head in her lap, stroking behind his ears as he looked up with big brown eyes. Shaggy looked to be rubbing his stomach. Daphne sat in front of Velma, leaning back against her legs and had a large paw in her hands while Fred stood behind the couch, a hand in the middle of the dog's black markings. Avery lifted her hand up and traced the sad looks on their faces as they looked at the dog. For some reason, seeing Velma look so depressed made a feeling of protectiveness surge through her. She shook it off and sighed.

"That was Scooby..." a soft voice said beside her and she gasped, shocked when she realized Velma, the vary subject of her thoughts, had managed to sneak up on her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Avery let out a chuckle and shook her head, failing to notice Velma looking her up and down, nor did she catch the blush that soon followed. "It's fine. I guess Scooby was your pet?" She kept her words and voice soft, noticing the wound was still raw.

"Scooby Doo..." Velma let herself smile, hugging her middle and silently wondering why she was opening up to this stranger. This stranger who had clearly been beaten and hadn't eaten a decent meal in a long time. "We found him as a puppy, shortly before that first picture. There was no doubt he was Shaggy's dog, but I was a close second favorite. He was protective of us, and so clingy." She laughed a little, touching the picture. "He thought he was a lap dog, in fact he was thoroughly convinced of it." Velma giggled a little and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. Avery smiled before realizing her skin felt itchy.

"Shit..." She pulled out her phone and swore again when she realized it was late, and the moon was coming up. The full moon. She looked at Velma. "I have to go. I... I'm sorry!" She dashed down the hall, checking her pockets for the two bags she always carried before flying out the door. Velma ran after her, looking frantically at her friends.

"What was that?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, like, what did you say?"

"I don't know. She looked at her phone, then ran. I... We have to go after her." The look on her face alarmed her friends, as it was almost a desperation.

"We just met her... for all we know she's crazy." Daphne made a good point, concerned when she remembered Velma saying they should let her stay, if just for a little while. Velma felt a tug in her chest, something she couldn't explain.

"I... listen you remember how we took Scooby in? How we all felt so connected to him right away, especially Shaggy?"

They all frowned. Fred stood up. "Velma, Scooby was a dog. A pet. This is a human." A thundering howl shook the windows and everyone whipped their heads outside, seeing the outline of an enormous shape dash into the trees. "What was that?"

Velma set her jaw and pulled off her sweat shirt, revealing her red tank top as she marched toward the door, looking back. "She's out there, and something big is with her now. Come with me if you want, but I'm not letting someone get hurt." With that she stormed out. Shaggy looked at the others before running after her. Fred growled to himself, covering his mouth a moment before looking at Daphne. "Should we follow them?"

Daphne didn't speak, only standing up, grabbing a coat and pulling on sneakers. Fred followed her out to find their friends.

Hope you enjoy this! Let me know what you think. Drama coming up... O.O