Well, the summer has passed me by in a whirl of work and fairs, but now it's the brief period before school starts again, and I have some time to write. Thank you everyone for your continued readership and support. Hope you enjoy my first story up from my summer hiatus!

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You Take The High Road... And I'll Take The Low

Based on the episode: Horror-Scope Scoob(Episode 13 of the 13 Ghosts)

Chapter Warnings: Bestiality(Lion HumanoidXHuman) & MaleXMale Sex, Extremely Mild Bloodplay, Rutting

Pairing: Zimbulu(Lion Demon)XShaggy

"Like, which one of us is goin' in first man?" Shaggy questioned his companions. All three of them exchanged sideways glances before throwing down their closed fists three times in a battle of luck and minimal strategy. The epic struggle ended quickly as Shaggy lost the first round, followed shortly by the loss of the second round.

"Rheeheeheeheehee," Scooby chuckled as Shaggy led the way through the front door, only to find that his loss had volunteered him for the basement, while Scooby and Scrappy would take the highroad to the top of the lighthouse to investigate the light room.

"I bet you won't be laughin' like that if the whole thing comes, like, tumblin' down, Scoob," Shaggy retorted, before wearily beginning his trek into the unknown with only a few matches to light the way.

"You fools!" Zimbulu cursed the dreaded klutziness of his rooky assistant's mistake... but perhaps a stray mortal could provide for some easy entertainment. It was somewhat boring to sit and wait for results all the time...

Shaggy made his way down a flight of stairs that descended below ground level. There was a door that appeared to be made of wood, Shaggy nearly ran into it before he saw it. Forming his hand into a fist, the teen rapped upon the cold surface. As luck would have it, the door swung open to reveal a cavernous underground cove. Cautiously, Shaggy stepped into the open area just past the door. When he was out of range, the door suddenly shut closed with a loud slam that nearly startled the shaggy haired boy out of his socks. Looking around frantically, he noticed that there was no one else in his immediate vicinity that could have closed the door. Breathing a small sigh of relief Shaggy muttered,

"Heheh, like, it must have been the wind... or something," continuing deeper into the surprisingly well lit cavern, Shaggy began to get a sense that he was being watched. The little hairs on the back of his neck were standing up in a way that told him something wasn't quite right, but even when he stole a quick glance over his shoulder, Shaggy could not see anyone or anything that may have been following him. Suddenly, Shaggy looked forward to see the chest of a man, which he directly ran into. "Oof... like, ouch, man," Shaggy had fallen squarely on his bum and now he regarded the obstacle he had come across with much speculation as it had not been there before. Blinking a couple of times and rubbing his eyes with a closed hand, a strange beast had appeared before him. With the body of a man, covered with an inch of fur, and the mane of a lion, along with the tail and horns of a devil, this creature was surely a different sight to behold.

"Foolish mortal! How dare you enter the lair of I, the great lion demon, Zimbulu!" boomed the voice of the 13th demon to the cowardly human boy.

"L-like, I-I didn't kn-kn-know this was your lair, Mr. Lion Demon, sir! I'll just, like, leave the way I came and forget all about this!" as Shaggy desperately tried to dash off in the opposite direction, he failed to notice that Zimbulu had nabbed the collar of his t-shirt with one gnarly claw, foiling his attempt at escape.

"And where do you think you're going, mortal boy?" Shaggy ran in place for a moment before he realized what was holding him back, he then started groveling at the hooved toes of the demon.

"Please your evilness, like, I'll do whatever you say! Just don't eat me like a tuna, pickle, sauerkraut, and salami sandwich!" Zimbulu chuckled heartily at the obscure comment.

"Sauerkraut? Now that is evil. No, no, I won't eat your flesh tonight... If you can entertain me..." Shaggy frantically nodded his head, "Good... very good... Now, what game shall we play?" Zimbulu seemed to think about the nature of how he would tease the young man. Shaggy's eyes lit up at the thought of being able to outsmart the demon at hide and seek. He was always the last one to be found, and sometimes the others would give up looking for him.

"Uh, like Mr. Zimbulu, sir... Maybe some hide and seek would, like interest you..." Zimbulu smiled at the thought of a child's game.

"Yes... but if I find you quickly it will be your turn to play my game, hmm?" Shaggy swallowed, fearing that this might be his last game of hide and seek, "I will count to fifty... that should be sufficient," after Zimbulu made the statement, he turned around, closed his eyes, and began counting loudly. Taking off in a zigzagging pattern, Shaggy frantically looked for a place, other than the open ground of the grotto, to hide. Matching his own breathing with the demon's counting, Shaggy silently counted to himself in a mantra-like chant. With only ten seconds left, Shaggy could no longer hear Zimbulu's counting, only the sound of his own beating heart resounded in his ears. Scrambling one of the walls, Shaggy managed to push himself into a hidden crevice of the ceiling. Like, I think I saw this in a movie once... But unlike that movie, Shaggy did not have a stunt double, or a rope to hold him in place as he kept himself aloft by pushing outwards with his arms and legs. Shaggy felt his arms and legs shake as the beast drew near, but he knew these tremors were not from fear, but from anxiety and exertion, that were catching up with him.

Zimbulu rounded the corner in confusion, unbeknownst to the human he had an advantage over his prey, as he could smell the sweat that secreted from the boy's skin. Following the tempting smell to this area, Zimbulu came to a stop. When he continued deeper into the cavernous lair, the scent was lost, it did not go any farther than this spot, but yet, the boy was nowhere in sight. It was peculiar to say the least, and peeked the lion demon's interest all the more to think of where the young man might have hidden himself.

Like, of all the rotten luck, man. Shaggy watched as his demonic seeker paced just below his spot... His limbs were nearly screaming for relief now and Shaggy had a mind to give it to them, just as soon as the demon moved, but he did not. Scraping his hand down the wall a bit to get a better position, brought a throbbing pain.

The sudden smell of blood is what mostly attracted his attention... Along with the mild yell let off by the boy as he fell, somehow turning around in midair to land in the demon's instinctively outstretched arms. The unconscious teen's limbs thumped against Zimbulu's body as he walked the extra ten feet to the depths of his lair, where he had set up a sort of sleeping nest. Gently tossing the mortal onto the soft down of the feathers, grass, and sticks, he removed his loincloth to make his victim... Well, a victim, really.

When Shaggy awoke, it was to a slight breeze that made him slightly uncomfortable. Before he could react, Zimbulu grasped his thin wrist and brought the bloodied hand to his mouth, seemingly enjoying the taste of Shaggy's blood. Swallowing the nervous lump that had formed in his throat, Shaggy dared not move. Zimbulu noticed his consciousness, and quickly flipped the boy over onto his back, before pulling him into the demon's lap at an optimum position. Stroking him from behind seemed to bring a reaction from the boy as he toyed with the small appendage, teasing the mortal's upper body as well in order to fully shame and prepare him. Now rubbing their equally swelled members together, Zimbulu grunted into Shaggy's ear, which made his cries all the more delicious when the demon began to sculpt the lock on his own 'demon chest'. The plundering of the booty was thoroughly good as well, but the sheer girth of the sword that filled his scabbard was almost too much for him to handle, as Shaggy could see the white edges around his eyes creeping ever more to cover his field of vision...

"Shaggy, where have you been we were worried about you!" Daphne exclaimed as Shaggy stumbled into the television studio.

"Yeah, we thought you escaped the lighthouse before us, and that you'd meet us here at the studio," Flim Flam explained.

"Heh, well, like I got a little... sidetracked, man... But I'm, like here now, right?" the others nodded at his statement.

"Rhaggy!" Scooby Doo licked his best friend's face. Like, I'm glad they didn't press me any further, man.

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