Leaves from bushes rustled as a green shirt and pair of corduroy pants brushed up against the … brush…
"Oh, right there. Yes," said a breathy Velma, bursting at the seams with years of sexual frustration.
"Like, is that good, Velm?" Shaggy didn't know how much of his technique would transfer positively from canine to human. To play it safe, he used a lot less tongue work.
"Mmmn, yeah. Now, let me do something for you," she said, as she stooped down awkwardly and fiddled with his belt.
"Wait," Shaggy said, nervously looking around. "Not here, Scoob!"
An angry head jerked up. "Did you just call me Scoob?! What the fuck, Shaggy!" She picked up her glasses off the ground where she had neatly placed them and started to walk away.
"Wait, like, I didn't mean anything by it!" said an exasperated Shaggy.
Just then, the bushes parted as a hound's nose protruded through the leaves. "Raggy, Relma, is rat rou?" Upon fixing his eyes on Shaggy's unzipped trousers and Velma's guilty face, he gasped. "Raggy! Rare rou reating ron re?"
"Like, no, Scoob! You got it wrong. Velma and I were just, like, looking for clues… yeah," he said unconvincingly.
"Roh reah, Raggy? Rere ra rues rin rour rants?" retorted a jilted Scooby. Velma tried to tiptoe away as he said this last scathing remark.
"Wait! Like, don't go Velma," said Shaggy, desperate to keep the peace. "Weren't we just talking about including Scoob on this action?"
Velma feigned disgust. "Jinkies! That's the most fucked up thing I've ever heard…" But she took her glasses and her skirt off all the same, leaving just that sweater wrapped tightly around her bulging, pubescent titties.
Shaggy's left eyebrow raised. "Like, yeah, you're right. This would be so fucked up," he said, taking her cues and pulling off his already unzipped trousers. They both used the bulges in their clothes to beckon to Scooby, who really didn't need much persuading, if we're being honest.
They stood apart awkwardly at first, trying to figure out how this would work. Finally, they settled on the following arrangement: Shaggy would be fucking Scooby as Velma licked Shaggy's asshole. Really, this was the only way to make everyone happy.
"Mmmmn. Yes. Lick my dirty asshole clean, you cunt!" said Shaggy. "God knows I never wash it," moaned Shaggy.
Velma mumbled words back, presumably expressing her disgust, but she had her mouth full at the moment.
"Roh reah. Rarder, Raggy! Reeper rand rarder!" Scooby was eager for more of Shaggy's girthy cock.
Velma, not getting much attention herself, started rubbing her swollen clit with her sausage fingers, her time-honored, trusted friends.
This salacious romp went on for another few seconds until Shaggy unloaded his magic mayonnaise into Scooby, white, hot liquid gushing from the stuffed asshole.
"Hmm," said Shaggy, admiring his work. "I don't usually like mayonnaise on my hotdog."
Fin 😉