I do not own any characters from Hanna-Barbarra, and am only using them for a tale meant for entertainment purposes only.

Velma's Tail

By LJ58

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Ben Waters walked over to the lanky, shaggy-haired man in denim sitting at the end of the bar, and sat beside him.

"You actually let them go?"

"They'll be back," the man murmured, eyeing the waitress, but making no move on her.

"You figure?"

"I marked the one. And I recognized them both. They're from that crime-solving group of kids from up north. They'll be coming back to try to figure out what's happening with their friend soon enough. When they do, we bury them. All of them."

"But why let her go at all?"

The lanky man scowled.

"She got in a lucky shot with that crowbar," he complained.

"Looked like a little bitty tire iron to me," the burly, stocky man with a thick beard snorted. "I thought Sandy was going to laugh himself sick."

"Yeah, well you let someone hit you in the head several times with the damn thing. That bitch wasn't scared, Ben. Not the least. She was going to stab me in the eye with that damn metal stick if I hadn't blazed."

Ben nodded.

"I get it. You want her," he grinned.

"She's going to turn. You now how it works. Now, she might survive, she might not, but that is going to bring her friends running. Her, too, if she survives," he told his brother, both of them knowing not everyone survived the first moon. If they did, the world would likely already be covered in fur.

"You're going to claim her," Ben nodded. "I get it. And the others?"

"Road kill," the lanky man growled.

"Just keep it discreet. Sheriff Lem may be slow, but he ain't stupid. Four deaths in four months is pushing it."

"I was hungry," he grumbled. "Still am."

"And, now, apparently horny."

"The wolf….it amplifies your appetites," the man told Ben. "All of them."

"Lucky you," Ben told his younger brother who had been attacked by a wolf just seven months ago while they were out hunting with friends. Only it was no ordinary wolf.

Ben, no fool, survived by fleeing up a tree. Ian survived in spite of being almost torn apart when the wolf bolted after Ben started sniping on him, driving him off by shooting from his perch. That did not save their four friends, three who died from the start. One who survived, but only to die in agony trying to change that first night on the next moon.

Only Ian survived that one.

At times, Ben wished he didn't. Even if they were kin.

"Lucky," he told his brother with a sour grimace. "Far from it, Benjy," he growled dourly. "Far from it. But that bitch, she saw me, too. She'll be back. Before, or after, she'll be back, if she lives. And then I'll claim her. Once I do, she'll be mine for life. It's….the Way. I just….feel it. She's going to be mine," Ian smiled slightly for the first time in over eight months.

"Just stick to venison and rabbit until they show," Ben told him. "The sheriff is really getting suspicious."

"Hate rabbit," Ian muttered. "Nothing but fur, and bones."

Ben said nothing to that.

He had seen the Ian's wolf the first month. He made very sure to lock himself up in the storm shelter every month since. Just in case.

Only last month, him and Sandy had to go to the city to pick up parts for Mr. Olan, since his truck broke down. They were on their way back when they saw that unlikely shadow, and he had to tell Sandy everything. And made him swear to keep his mouth shut.

Sandy, being Sandy, now wanted Ian to bite him. Sandy, the brothers knew, was an idjit.

"Just let me know if you see them before I do. Ain't but a week till the next moon. She's got to know what's happening by now," his often dour brother managed another rare, if faint smile.

"Well, I know you're randy. Just don't do anything….crazy," he said, glancing at the same waitress Ian was eyeing.

Ian said nothing as he went back to nursing his drink.

Water, Ben knew, because since he turned, Ian couldn't take alcohol. It made him let part of the wolf out early. Not something either of them wanted. A two-legged wolf with a hunger for human meat would be really hard to hide.

As it was, Ian had to wear a long coat now to hide his new body part. Humans didn't generally have tails, and it was something not easy to hide. Because unlike the myths, every wereling kept their tail even in human form. Something that would be all too easy for the wrong people to spot if they were not careful. Especially in a small town. Still, Ian could see things getting better.

Once he had a mate, he imagined being free of town, and the people in it.

SD

Over three weeks. Three full weeks.

There was no doubt about it. She was changing.

Her senses were sharper than ever. Her tail more…..shaggy. Even her ears seemed slightly more tapered than usual.

Shaggy kept giving her weird looks, and she had considered everything as they drove back from the allegedly haunted inn where they had uncovered a scheming relative who was just trying to drive a cousin insane to steal her heritage from her.

He wasn't above murder, either, and had apparently killed at least three people to hide the fact he was the 'ghost' haunting the old inn left his cousin. Along with the bulk of her uncle's very rich estate. He had just been unable to kill her outright, since that would have left everything to charity. Not his plan, since he was a greedy sort, planning to step in, and play 'guardian' for the unknowing woman.

Velma almost wished there was something worse than prison waiting for a madman like that. He turned on his own family for a few dollars. Well, more than a few, but still. It was just beyond her comprehension. Family should count for something. Sometimes, people really disappointed her. Then, again, there were people like her longtime friends in the van with her.

"Guys," she finally said, her last chat with Doug deciding her.

It didn't help that Myron, her forensics contact at the federal lab had suggested her samples were contaminated with lupine DNA. Doug had called again, asking for an update, and suggested she be very careful as the full moon was fast approaching. He even suggested he would be happy to fly out, and join her.

Assuring him she was quite safe, and staying that way, she had absorbed more of the lore he shared.

Apparently, there was no known way for a wolf to be 'cured.' Still, it was claimed that if a wolf ate human flesh, it would be damned. And consumed by that hunger for life.

If it could resist the urge to kill, it would still be a wolf, but not damned. And it might be able to control it's appetites and rages in the future. Or so the legends claimed.

Doug wasn't sure, because lore, or not, no one actually knew a wolf that had resisted the urge to kill when the moon was high. No one that lived to tell that tale, at least.

Considering she was sitting there, itching over every inch of her body, eyeing the setting sun with trepidation, and smelling all four of her friends on a level formally impossible, even her logical mind couldn't continue to deny it.

She was a werewolf.

Or rather, she was going to be.

"Guys, we have another mystery," she said quietly as she spoke up as Fred kept driving, only Shaggy eyeing her uneasily when she spoke.

"What mystery? No one's called," Daphne pointed out.

Velma sighed, and held up her arm.

Her unblemished arm, that had healed after that first week without so much as a scar.

She looked at the pair in the front of the van, and held out her arm over Daphne's seat.

"Daph, remember last month?"

"Uh, weren't you….bitten," she frowned. "Or was it the other arm?"

Velma slid her sweater sleeve up, and held out her other arm.

"But…..?"

"I think I was bitten by…..a werewolf. A real one," she said.

"Right," Fred laughed. "Sure you weren't just scared, and feeling disappointed by that phony ghost?"

Velma sighed, and right in front of Shaggy's bulging eyes, she lifted her skirt, and reached up to untie the cord that hid her tail. When it dropped free, Shaggy gave a tiny, choking sound, and passed out cold.

Scooby sniggered, but stayed close now. His own eyes fixed on Velma with a possessiveness usually reserved for food.

Daphne couldn't help but notice that look, and frowned. Then looked back over her seat, and saw the long, bushy tail.

"Velma," she choked. "Please…. Tell me that's a joke. A prank….?"

"No joke. I think I'm already starting to change."

Fred, who had just glanced back long enough to see the long tail dangling under her lifted skirt, slammed on the brakes, and slid over to the side of the road. Fortunately, no one was behind them, and they escape any accident. He turned when he put the van in park, and stared.

"Velma…..?"

"I told you. It's true. I was bitten by a werewolf. Or, more accurately, a wereling."

Fred looked back at Shaggy, shook his head, and then looked back to the brunette.

"What can we do," he asked somberly.

"We need to go back to that part of the country where we were attacked," Velma told him. "I am pretty sure there's a small town near that regoin, and someone might….know something. One thing is for certain, though, the wolf there is a killer. Four deaths in four months, and no one has caught them. If nothing else, we have to find them, and stop them. And….maybe find some answers for ourselves."

"So, if we….kill the first werewolf, does it cure you," Daphne asked her quietly.

"I…..don't know. I checked with Doug…."

"The Crypto-guy," Daphne asked. "He knows about you….?"

"No. No, I just….asked a few questions. Made it seem I was investigating someone else. Anyway, since no one has ever confirmed anything about werelings, no one really knows if killing the wolf that bites you really cures you. It's….just one of a hundred or so wife's tales out there. But, I never expected to find out they were real, either," Velma sighed, smoothing her skirt back down after she fixed her tail back in place once again.

"We'll find out," Daphne told her.

"Darn right we will," Fred agreed. "So, where's this town?"

Which was when Shaggy groaned, and slowly sat up, holindg his head.

"Man, you would not believe the dream I just had," he said, staring uneasily at Velma.

"You dreamed Velma was a werewolf," Daphne asked knowingly.

"You had the same dream," he exclaimed, staring at the redhead.

"No dream, Shaggy," Fred said. "We've got a real mystery on our hands. Ready to hunt a werewolf?"

Shaggy's head bounced off the wheelwell again.

Scooby only sniggered, and reached for the opened sack of chips near the unconscious man's hands.

"So, where are we going?"

Velma told him.

"We're going to be cutting it close," Fred grimaced. "The full moon is less than a week away. That town is six days away."

"I know," Velma said uneasily. "If you have to…..leave me behind."

Daphne reached out, and put a hand on the brunette's hand that still rested on the bac of her seat.

"No way. You're one of the team, Velma. We're not bailing on you. Right, Freddy?"

"Right," Freddy said after glancing back at Velma. "But I hope you don't mind if we look into getting some silver bullets before we arrive."

Velma said nothing to that.

SD

They were close now.

Part of Velma could sense the coming change.

Part of her was eager, and welcoming of the thing all but crawling just beneath her skin now.

Part of her was terrified beyond telling.

She sat in the motel room with Daphne, studying the data on the laptop as she let Daphne sleep on the bed. She was too wired to rest, and was still sifting any information she could find on the Web, or through her contacts.

Finally closing the device, she set it aside, and just turned off the lamp, still sitting in the chair near the bed. Of course, near was relative. The rooms were very small. She sighed, and realized she smelled something…..

She blushed as she realized just what she was smelling.

She glanced over at the sleeping redhead, and realized the woman smelled good. Very good. Not, sink your teeth into raw meat good, which she feared might be part of it. No, it was something else. Something….bittersweet, and musky.

Velma unconsciously licked her lips, and stood up.

Even as she padded over to the bed, she stripped out of her clothing. She took great pleasure in freeing her tail, and letting it free. She shivered, shaking bodily, and then stared down at the bed. Carefully, and very slowly, she pulled the cover down to bare the redhead to her hungry gaze.

She drew in a deep breath, and smiled.

The scent of Daphne drew her lower.

Lower.

In two days, if the rumors and stories were right, she was going to be a wolf.

A genuine wolf.

She wasn't sure what would happen then. Or if anything would happen.

She could tell things were changing, though.

She was changing.

For one, she didn't usually sniff at Daphne's panty, and enjoy the fragrant musk that suggested her friend had already been sated at least once tonight. She carefully slid those silk panties down the long, lean thighs, and then stared down at the trimmed, red curls.

She only hesitated for a second.

Then she buried her face between Daphne's thighs, lips and tongue already working to taste, and savor the fluid flesh she had bared.

Daphne moaned, and Velma looked up to see her staring down at her, eyes now open wide, and her pretty features flushed crimson.

"Don't….stop," she grit out, her gaze glazed, and hungry.

Her new pheromones, the brunette wondered. Why else would the woman so wound up with Fred suddenly be crying in need for her tongue as she laved, and teased that swollen, furred sex that was all but oozing now as she lapped, and teased it.

Just then, her own lusts roused, she turned, and planted her darkly furred flesh over Daphne's pretty face.

She only had to grind against her nose twice for her to get the message. The redhead began to lick and suck as if she had done it before. Velma didn't care. She was just enjoying the raw lust that was being roused, and sated. The surging pure, animal lusts cared nothing for who, or how. Just that her needs were being met.

Daphne was all but intoxicated by the time Velma, hungry beyond sating, nipped at her swollen, pink lips.

For a moment, she tasted blood, then pulled back and stared.

Her head spun, then she felt something rise within her that wanted to subsume her lusts. Channel them. Redirect them.

Instead, she just went back to licking at her new lover's flesh.

Daphne only moaned and cooed, begging more when she bothered to speak at all.

Which was when Velma heard the faint scratching at her door.

She grinned knowingly as she got up, padded naked over to the door, and opened it to let a very aroused Scooby-Doo into the room.

"Get in here," she all but growled.

Scooby all but lunged.

Before he finished, though, he had not only mounted Velma once more, but taken Daphne, too, who was shocked at how big, and how well the big hound screwed her silly while Velma kept her tongue busy. By the time dawn came, all three were wrung out, and very well sated.

Velma padded to the shower, waking first, and knew the energy she felt had nothing to do with sleep, what little she got.

Scooby was laying at the foot of their rumpled bed, and Daphne lay sprawled naked, well used, and showing it.

Her pack, Velma had the thought.

It did not displease her.

After showering, she got the lethargic redhead up, and sent her into the shower to clean up. Scooby just lay watching Velma, grinning a very masculine grin for a canine.

"Ry roof," he told her now, showing no fear this time. "Rine."

"That's right, boy," she smiled, and patted his big head, not bothering to put on panties since that morning she found she had a tail in the way. She reached for a clean skirt after fixing her tail up again as the sounds of Daphne waking up filled the small motel room.

Today, they would be in Deacon's Hollow. The small town near where she had been attacked.

Tonight, she also realized, she would change.

She had twelve hours to figure out if anyone knew anything about the wolf, and if there really was some way to stop it.

Only part of her now didn't want to stop it.

From what Doug had told her, it was supposedly impossible anyway. Legends aside, his studies on fresh samples had indicated the lupine DNA was bonding with the human strands, and becoming a genuine hybrid organism. Both, and yet neither. The true melding of two distinct species.

He still wanted a name. A location. He was sent promises, and she quickly logged off.

Knowing Doug, he'd be showing up himself soon if she didn't get him something to satisfy his own curiosity.

Cryptos were to Doug, what Mysteries were to her and her pack.

Pack.

She mused over that instinctive term even as she heard the shower stop, and Scooby lifted his head to glance toward the door.

The redhead came out looking flushed, confused, and very uncertain. She stared at Velma several seconds before she finally spoke.

"Did we really….? I mean, did I dream…..?"

Her eyes couldn't quite meet Velma's, but she was pointedly not looking at Scooby-Doo either.

"We fucked like animals," Velma said with a faint smile, and walked over, still topless, and kissed her cheek. "And there was nothing wrong with it. It was all natural."

"Okay, now I know something is going on," she said. "You never…."

"Maybe…. Maybe this thing is just….freeing my inhibitions. Showing me what I've always wanted, but never had the courage to go after myself," Velma smiled.

"You're saying you…..like me," Daphne sputtered.

"Hmmm. Rich. Pretty. Stylish. Pretty hot in the sack, too. What's not to like," Velma asked as she patted her cheek. The one on her face.

Daphne swallowed hard.

"Velma….."

"Hush. For now, it's just something two friends shared. We're all under a lot of stress, and there is no telling what is going to happen today."

"Or…..tonight," Daphne said quietly.

"Or tonight. But I like to think things will work out. Somehow. After all, we're friends, and we've always been okay so long as we stick together, and do what we do best."

"So, one more mystery," Daphne smiled ruefully.

"Or, much more than one. Much more," Velma said, unaware that Daphne was gaping not at her manner, but at the fact her eyes were glittering with amber flecks.

Finally, the redhead nodded, and reached for her suitcase.

"Whatever happens, Velma," she told her, turning toward the bathroom again. "I'm with you. All the way. No one will ever be able to claim that Daphne Blake ever turned her back on her friends. Even if they were about to turn into a bloodthirsty beast from hell."

"Actually," Velma smiled. "I think I'm just a horny beast," she grinned. "Can werewolves just be horn-dogs?"

Daphne burst into laughter, and Scooby sniggered, too.

"Well, I guess you'll be the first to find out," Daphne finally told her, walking over to open her suitcase.

"Daph. Whatever happens, I want you to know, I won't hurt you. You're my friend. Maybe my best friend. I would never hurt you."

Daphne smiled, and blinked away a tear.

"Thanks. I'll…..just go get dressed."

"Dress here. Scooby and I don't mind the view," Velma smiled.

"Right," Daphne complained. "Then we'd never get dressed, and the boys might walk in on us. I'm not ready for that much sharing," she huffed.

Velma laughed now, and smiled as the slender fashion plate walked into the bathroom to dress.

To Be Continued….