Chapter 3: Way Too Personal

Daphne had been waiting anxiously outside the ship for nearly an hour, alternating restless pacing with even more restless sitting. Although she'd accepted that the aliens meant well, it had taken her a while to get past that frightened first impression. Now that she had those feelings mostly sorted out, Daphne did believe that Velma would be all right. She was, however, disappointed in herself for getting so rattled earlier.

I should have gone with her, she thought, sadly. Just to hold her hand if nothing else. They probably have her hooked up to lots of weird machines - gotta be scary.

To her credit, Daphne had screwed up her courage and tried to gain entry to the ship, tapping on its invisible hull and calling: "Um... Hello? Hello in there; can I come in?" Furrowing her brow and squinting, she had even attempted to 'think' at the aliens - all to no result. Wondering if she looked as foolish as she felt, Daphne abandoned the effort and sat down to wait again.

Vel was so up for doing this exam thing; what if it's not as creepy as I think? she pondered, absently watching a shiny black beetle thread its way through the grass. Was it possible she had let the adventure of a lifetime pass her by?

As Daphne moped miserably, Velma reappeared before her in a flash, hair tousled and face bright: "Greetings, Earthgirl!" she laughed, brimming over with good cheer.

"Oh, Velma; are you okay?" cried Daphne, jumping up to hug her. "Never better," assured Velma, fiercely returning the embrace. "I love you, Daph!"

"Oof; I love you, too," gasped Daphne, breath momentarily squeezed out of her. It wasn't like Velma to be so openly affectionate, and she stepped back to take a good look at her newly exuberant pal. "Vel, you're practically glowing," she declared; then she noticed that Velma was holding her shoes in one hand, socks tucked neatly inside them. "And you're barefoot!"

"Yeah; how about that," grinned Velma, happily scrunching her toes in the grass. "And I have to admit, it feels great. No more cold feet for me... about anything."

Daphne shook her head, surprised and impressed. "I just can't get over how great you look; so, I don't know, cleansed. What exactly went on in there?"

"Wait'll you hear..." Velma began. She quickly outlined the exotic procedures performed on her by the Blues, as her friend's eyes grew wider and wider. "They did all that?" Daphne marveled. "And you actually got off? Sexually?"

"Yep; twice. They came in peace, and I came every which way," snickered Velma.

Daphne burst into a giggle at the unexpectedly spicy remark; then her face suddenly fell. "Oh, my God... I can't believe I blew my chance to get in on that!" she groaned. "What a wuss I've been!"

"Daph, don't kick yourself," Velma told her. "I figured you might change your mind, and I put in a good word with my little blue buddies. It seems we make fascinating subjects, so they agreed that if you want them to examine you now..."

Daphne's face lit up again. "Yes. Yes I do want," she declared, pushing aside her lingering anxieties. "Thanks, Vel," she cried, tearily hugging her again. "You're the best!"

"Trust me, you're going to love it," Velma assured her. "And I'm looking forward to seeing them do it this time; I had my glasses off while they worked on me." She stopped, and turned faintly pink. "Uh, that is, if you don't mind me watching."

"Velma, of course I don't mind," said Daphne, with a mischievous quirk of her lips. "I think it'll be even more fun that way."

OOOOO

Soon Daphne was floating nude in the Blues' examining room herself, and after some initial jitters, she found the experience equally glorious. Velma sat raptly nearby while alien fingers roamed over her friend's silken skin, and discovered that watching the process was almost as arousing as undergoing it. As Daphne writhed ecstatically in the light, Velma slipped a hand inside her shorts and quietly achieved her third orgasm of the day. Daphne saw, and gave her a delighted wink, just before reaching her own joyful climax.

OOOOO

Later, Daphne and Velma materialized on the other side of the forest, close to Camp Little Big Moose - a last courtesy of the Blues. To their surprise, it had only been about three and a half hours since they embarked on their fateful hike; Fred and Shaggy were probably just now beginning to worry about them.

The girls were in a euphoric state, basking in the afterglow of an unforgettable day; in addition, Big Blue had informed them that they were both in excellent health, always a good thing to hear. The extraterrestrial encounter had brought them closer to each other, in ways they found difficult to put into words... and led to their making an important decision:

"So, we're not telling anybody about this, right?" stated Velma, as they walked back to camp. "Not even Shag or Fred."

"Right," nodded Daphne. "It's way too personal." She began to recite the story they had agreed on: "We wandered in the woods, we had a long talk about boys, and life, and stuff..."

"...And we feel much better now," interjected Velma.

"Uh-huh. We did get lost for a little while, but then we found our way back - and that's all that happened," concluded Daphne. "Freddy won't ask many questions anyway after I tell him all the fun things I'm gonna do to him tonight," she added, with a frisky toss of her fiery hair. "Jeepers, is this wild, or what? It's like I drank a whole bottle of sex, or something."

"I hear you, girlfriend," sighed Velma, languidly stretching her arms over her head. "I've got plans for Shaggy, too."

"Now you're talking," smirked Daphne. "Gonna rock his world at last, huh?"

"Big time; he just doesn't know it yet," confirmed Velma. "Do you think this will keep his attention?" Even though they were alone, she whispered something in Daphne's ear.

Daphne's eyebrows shot up. "Velma Dinkley!" she blurted playfully. "You little tramp!"

Velma blushed, but gave her a sly smile: "Like I said, no more cold feet... and I figured I should make the most of this mad endorphin rush." Her stomach growled; she had worked up quite an appetite. "I just hope Shag and Scooby left some food for us. I'm starving."

"Me too," said Daphne. "I could eat a little moose right now."

Velma stopped and glanced back at the woods, a bit wistfully. "Jinkies, I'm going to miss those little blue guys. They gave me some real perspective along with all the physical goodies."

"Yeah, they were pretty swell therapists for a bunch of space Smurfs," Daphne agreed, flashing back to her own delirious moments in their spotlight. "And they really knew their way around a girl's body, too..." She paused thoughtfully for a moment, then said, "You know what? I want to come back here next summer. Can you believe it?"

"I know what you mean, Daph," said Velma, putting an arm around her dearest friend. "So do I." Grinning, she broke into a jaunty trot. "I feel like running! Want to run the rest of the way?"

"Sure, why not?" laughed Daphne. "Let's really confuse 'em."

Laughing, the girls jogged onward into a late July afternoon full of fresh possibilities.

End

A/N: After watching 'Camp Scare' recently (with its sexier portrayals of Daphne and Velma), I thought it would be fun to do a story showcasing them in ways that we'll definitely never see onscreen. Hope you enjoyed it, and please review...

All together now: "Professor Hyde-White!"