I just squicked myself.
K, guys, if it wasn't already a done deal, I'm definitely going straight to hell for this one.
I wrote Scooby Doo/Padfoot comment!crack!porn for jameschick. It is NC-17 and... umm... yeah. Click the cut only if you have an empty stomach, I think. ROFL!!!
"Zoinks, Scooby, this forest sure is a creeeeepy place," Shaggy Rogers said quietly as he and his dog, Scooby Doo, crept on tiptoe through the dark and dangerous looking wood. They were in England, visiting relatives of Daphne Green, the beautiful, fashionable redheaded member of Mystery, Inc., and had heard whisperings of an escaped prisoner roaming these woods. Of course, Freddy Jones, their dashing leader, had signed them up for the case, and now the quartet of Freddy, Daphne, Velma, and Shaggy--and Scooby Doo, of course--were checking under every rock and bush in England. Literally.
"R-r-reah!" Scooby agreed, jumping slightly as a nearby tree twisted in the wind, its branches casting long, evil-looking shadows along the ground. Just as they crept--tiptoe-ing in a high-stepping fashion--past a full shrubbery, it started shaking and out stalked a big, shaggy (but not Shaggy) black dog.
Shaggy and Scooby took one look at each other, eyes bugging out of their faces, and jumped up in the air, legs pumping furiously before they even hit the ground. Just as their feet were touching down, the big, black, shaggy (not to be confused with Shaggy) dog jumped in front of them, whining softly.
Hearing that whine gave Shaggy and Scooby pause. Scooby turned... slowly... and looked at the other dog. "Rwhat's ra ratter?"
The dog cocked its head and gave him a rather human look through its coal black eyes. It was a rather sad and lost look, and it made Scooby's ears drop. He walked toward the other dog, whuffling at him. The dog smelled sad, even. Scooby's heart went out to him.
The black dog came up and eyed Scooby, then, stalking on stiff legs, stuck his nose right under Scooby's body, between his hind legs and gave a big sniff. Scooby felt the air flow around his most private areas and stood up straight, surprised and... a bit excited actually. His tail began to wag quickly and the other dog growled low, causing Scooby's ruff to raise in... arousal?
Scooby slid a nervous glance at Shaggy, who had apparently taken this quiet moment to smoke a joint, and Scooby relaxed slightly, hunching his haunches a bit, trying to get that cold, wet nose to burrow deeper against him. The other dog made a sound almost like human chuckling, and licked, slowly and sensuously, over Scooby's balls.
Scooby went completely lax. This was better than second-hand reefer smoke, anyday. The other dog gave a few more licks, making Scooby whine softly, and then moved behind him, mounting him, front paws hooked over Scooby's flanks, and began to hunch quickly, back and forth, his wet, red doggie cock sliding deliciously against Scooby's. *omg, I'm going straight to hell for this, thanks*
Scooby started baying, wriggling his haunches excitedly back and forth, spurring the other dog on to a furious pace. Within moments, both were making high, yipping sounds as they came, their doggie come spurting all over the floor of the forest.
Scooby collapsed, completely sated, and exhaustedly turned his head to look at the other dog. What he saw instead was a scraggly looking man... the man they'd all been searching for!
Shaggy, finished with his joint, pushed away from the tree he'd been leaning against, eyes wide with fright. "Oh, Scooby. Dude, you just made out with a bad guy!"
"I'm not a bad guy," the man said, voice smooth and calm. He reached into the pocket of the coat he was wearing *and really, how come they return to their human form with clothes on???* and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to Shaggy. "Fag?"
Shaggy shook his head. "Nah, man, I dig chicks."
The man raised one eyebrow, shrugged, and lit up, leaning forward to scratch behind Scooby's ears. "Thanks, mutt. Needed a good shag, you know?"
Erm...the end?
I wrote Scooby Doo/Padfoot comment!crack!porn for jameschick. It is NC-17 and... umm... yeah. Click the cut only if you have an empty stomach, I think. ROFL!!!
"Zoinks, Scooby, this forest sure is a creeeeepy place," Shaggy Rogers said quietly as he and his dog, Scooby Doo, crept on tiptoe through the dark and dangerous looking wood. They were in England, visiting relatives of Daphne Green, the beautiful, fashionable redheaded member of Mystery, Inc., and had heard whisperings of an escaped prisoner roaming these woods. Of course, Freddy Jones, their dashing leader, had signed them up for the case, and now the quartet of Freddy, Daphne, Velma, and Shaggy--and Scooby Doo, of course--were checking under every rock and bush in England. Literally.
"R-r-reah!" Scooby agreed, jumping slightly as a nearby tree twisted in the wind, its branches casting long, evil-looking shadows along the ground. Just as they crept--tiptoe-ing in a high-stepping fashion--past a full shrubbery, it started shaking and out stalked a big, shaggy (but not Shaggy) black dog.
Shaggy and Scooby took one look at each other, eyes bugging out of their faces, and jumped up in the air, legs pumping furiously before they even hit the ground. Just as their feet were touching down, the big, black, shaggy (not to be confused with Shaggy) dog jumped in front of them, whining softly.
Hearing that whine gave Shaggy and Scooby pause. Scooby turned... slowly... and looked at the other dog. "Rwhat's ra ratter?"
The dog cocked its head and gave him a rather human look through its coal black eyes. It was a rather sad and lost look, and it made Scooby's ears drop. He walked toward the other dog, whuffling at him. The dog smelled sad, even. Scooby's heart went out to him.
The black dog came up and eyed Scooby, then, stalking on stiff legs, stuck his nose right under Scooby's body, between his hind legs and gave a big sniff. Scooby felt the air flow around his most private areas and stood up straight, surprised and... a bit excited actually. His tail began to wag quickly and the other dog growled low, causing Scooby's ruff to raise in... arousal?
Scooby slid a nervous glance at Shaggy, who had apparently taken this quiet moment to smoke a joint, and Scooby relaxed slightly, hunching his haunches a bit, trying to get that cold, wet nose to burrow deeper against him. The other dog made a sound almost like human chuckling, and licked, slowly and sensuously, over Scooby's balls.
Scooby went completely lax. This was better than second-hand reefer smoke, anyday. The other dog gave a few more licks, making Scooby whine softly, and then moved behind him, mounting him, front paws hooked over Scooby's flanks, and began to hunch quickly, back and forth, his wet, red doggie cock sliding deliciously against Scooby's. *omg, I'm going straight to hell for this, thanks*
Scooby started baying, wriggling his haunches excitedly back and forth, spurring the other dog on to a furious pace. Within moments, both were making high, yipping sounds as they came, their doggie come spurting all over the floor of the forest.
Scooby collapsed, completely sated, and exhaustedly turned his head to look at the other dog. What he saw instead was a scraggly looking man... the man they'd all been searching for!
Shaggy, finished with his joint, pushed away from the tree he'd been leaning against, eyes wide with fright. "Oh, Scooby. Dude, you just made out with a bad guy!"
"I'm not a bad guy," the man said, voice smooth and calm. He reached into the pocket of the coat he was wearing *and really, how come they return to their human form with clothes on???* and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to Shaggy. "Fag?"
Shaggy shook his head. "Nah, man, I dig chicks."
The man raised one eyebrow, shrugged, and lit up, leaning forward to scratch behind Scooby's ears. "Thanks, mutt. Needed a good shag, you know?"
Erm...the end?