Chapter Seven: Velma Dinkley

Velma always felt conflicted when the gang split up to search for clues. On the one hand, she didn’t enjoy creeping through spooky places all alone. The rundown apartment complex presumably haunted by the ghost of a prostitute who’d been killed there years ago was no different. After years of solving mysteries, Velma had learned there was no such thing as ghosts or vampires or werewolves, but she had learned exactly how far a human being would go to satisfy their desires. That alone was enough to have her senses on high alert as she strode through the complex. She’d run the numbers and, statistically speaking, their group was long overdue for running into a bad guy capable of getting the upper hand and putting an end to the meddling kids and their trusty dog.

On the other hand, Velma found that she got her best work done when she was on her own. Without the others to distract her, it was a good deal easier for her to work her mind around the mystery and spot things that might be out of place and lead to a suspect. Unfortunately, on this particular occasion, she’d finally given in to Shaggy’s persistent urging to share a bowl with him before they started to search the apartment complex. He’d assured her it would help the place not be so scary. Thoroughly baked and shuffling down a long, darkened hallway, Velma found that wasn’t the case at all. All alone and filled the paranoia, the young woman was too busy looking for potential rapists and murders to notice any clues, let alone the nearly seamless teleportation into a virtually identical apartment complex located on the outskirts of the Necropolis.

Velma attributed the sudden lightheadedness and apparent color shift of the walls to the weed and silently vowed to never toke on anything Shaggy offered her ever again. “Scooby?” she called, hoping the goofy hound heard her. The longer she was alone, the more her skin crawled with the certainty that something bad was going to happen to her. “Scooby Doo,” she tried again, calling louder. “Where are you?” She frowned unable to hear his familiar bark, or the thudding of his oversized paws. She couldn’t hear much of anything. The apartment complex may have been abandoned, but the silence was unnerving in its purity.

Rounding a corner, Velma came to an abrupt stop, very nearly letting out a shriek of fright as she saw the backlit silhouette of the massive canine standing at the end of the hall. The shadowy figure of the dog looked frightening at first, until she realized it must be Scooby. “Scoob, is that you?” she asked, her weed paranoia still eating away at her. The good news was, the dog was Scooby Doo. The bad news was that when the Omni had plucked him into the Necropolis, he’d undergone a drastic change, becoming just another undead creature looking for meat to fuck and eat. Scooby no longer recognized Velma as a friend, just a prospective meal that he could rape along the way. His head lowered and he let out a dangerous growl, slobber running from his jowls.

The growl worried Velma. “Scoob, it’s me. It’s Velma,” she said, trying to make her voice as soothing as possible. She took a hesitant step towards the growling Great Dane, extending a hand. “What’s the matter, boy? I know this place is scary, but we’ve been in worse places before, right?” The growling persisted. “Oh, I know,” she said. “You want a Scooby Snack, right?” She felt her sides, trying to find one of the treats but came up empty. “I… I don’t have any on me, but if you come with me, I’m sure we could find Shaggy. He’s always got plenty of them.” The growl faded away, causing Velma’s hope to rise. “Is that what you want? You want a Scooby Snack?”

As far as Scooby was concerned Velma was the only snack he needed. With his gut rumbling with hunger and his loins aching with arousal, he let out a thundering bark and charged towards the busty, bespectacled young woman. Velma’s eyes widened with shock behind her glasses as she watched her former canine friend rushing towards her with ravenous desire in his cloudy eyes. More scared than she’d ever been in her life, Velma turned and took off back down the hall, slipping around the corner and putting as much distance between herself and Scooby as she could. She knew she couldn’t outrun the long-legged canine, but she was too panicked to try to open any of the doors she passed.

Velma made it halfway down the hall before her feet tangled with one another. She let out a cry as she tripped, flying forward and hitting the floor hard. Her large breasts smacked against the hardwood floor, saving her from hitting her face but the cushioned fall still left her chest aching. Her thick framed glasses shot away from her face, skidding along the floor and into the darkness. “Not again,” Velma groaned, cursing herself for not making that appointment to get contact lenses sooner. She squinted, blurry darkness all she could see as she pawed around for her glasses, acutely aware of the thudding of Scooby rushing her down growing louder in her ears.

Velma was on the verge of giving up on finding her glasses and running blind through the apartment complex when Scooby took the choice away from her. The undead canine reached her fallen form, just starting to push herself up onto her hands and knees, and leapt onto her back. His large paws slammed into Velma’s shoulder blades, forcing her down to the floor again. “Scooby, please,” she whined. “What’s wrong with you?” Her horror rose as Scooby slid his snout under the back of her red skirt and flicked upwards, flipping the fabric up onto her lower back and revealing her panty-covered rear. She yelped, tears breaking from her eyes as Scooby’s teeth pinched her ass, gasping as the Great Dane ripped the seat of her underwear away. Her eyes bulged with shocked surprise as Scooby’s cold, damp nose pressed against the sensitive slit of her cunt. “What the hell are you doing, Scooby?”

The zombie dog hoisted himself up and mounted Velma. His glistening red cock slid free of his body, dangling in front of the young woman’s exposed sex. Velma’s panic grew as the tapered tip of Scooby’s dick humped against her folds. She twisted her head around to look up at the terrifying visage of Scooby’s face, slobbering and milky-eyed. “Scooby, stop!” she screamed. “Please! Someone! Shaggy! Daphne! Fred! Help me!” She cried out as Scooby’s thrusts finally allowed him to enter her, shoving his member into her snatch with bestial force. The slick length filled her, feeling wrong on every level. Velma wanted nothing more than to attribute the whole experience to a bad trip due to Shaggy lacing the weed with some sort of hallucinogen, but she knew that wasn’t the case. Her analytical mind wasn’t nearly depraved enough to conjure up such a ghastly scenario.

Scooby’s hips humped fast against Velma’s upraised rear, enjoying the clenching of her cunt around his cock. The zombified canine was incapable of comprehending the wrongness of the bestiality. Only part of that was due to his undead state. Scooby had been harboring a bit of a crush on Velma for a while, taking every opportunity he had to sniff her butt when she wasn’t paying attention. In his excitement, he managed to slip out of Velma’s somewhat damp slit. The pleasure faded and he humped even more eagerly in an attempt to find it again. The angle of his rigid flesh shifted, forcing the tip of his cock against Velma’s asshole. Velma’s head shot up, screaming out for help even more frantically as Scooby drilled his way into her virgin ass. “B-bad dog,” she whimpered pathetically, sobbing heavily and cursing herself for giving in to Shaggy’s offer to smoke weed with him. Her parents had warned her repeatedly about the dangers of drugs, but she’d always assumed they meant jail or addiction or overdosing. She never dared to imagine using drugs could lead to her getting ass-raped by a dog.

The unwanted assault only grew worse as Scooby’s prick swelled within her cramped asshole. The canine’s humping sped up, pounding her raised rear with growing force that caused the fleshy of her meaty buttocks to jiggle. Scooby’s head tilted back, releasing a howl of release as he came deep within Velma’s bruised bowels. Velma cringed and cried, the degradation of being pumped full of canine cum pairing with the added pain of Scooby’s cock forming a swollen knot at the base. The knot created an effective anal plug, trapping the dog’s member within her to ensure her humiliation would not fade anytime soon. Scooby panted, long tongue hanging from his open mouth and drizzling slobber over Velma’s lower back as he enjoyed the pleasure of draining his balls into the young woman.

With the rape over with, Velma struggled to regain her composure. Her years of experience spent solving mysteries did nothing to help her. In the mysterious case of why Scooby had suddenly attacked and violated her, she didn’t have a single clue. I could have him put down for this, she thought. Shaggy might hate me for it, but there’s no way I’m getting back in the Mystery Machine with Scooby. Gathering her strength, Velma tried to pull herself out from under the panting canine. She winced as the pain in her stuffed ass worsened. The tight ring of muscle resisted stretching around Scooby’s thick knot, but she had no intention of remaining on the floor. She needed to escape, find the others, and get out of the apartment complex. She no longer cared about the mystery they’d come to solve. She doubted she’d care about any mystery ever again.

Scooby’s contentedness shifted into annoyance as he felt Velma trying to crawl away from him. With an angry bark, he lunged forward, stretching his jaw open wide and biting into the back of her neck. He mostly wound up with a mouthful of orange fabric, but it didn’t deter him any. His hips jerked forward, mashing his knotted prick further into Velma’s ass as he struggled to secure a firm grip on the young woman’s neck. He tore away a chunk of padded turtleneck and turned his head to the side to push the ripped fabric out of his mouth before trying again. Velma’s struggles intensified after the shock of Scooby biting her wore off. The urge to get away from the dog grew stronger, realizing that far more than just her dignity was at stake. Whatever evil had infected Scooby didn’t seem satisfied with simply raping her.

Velma kicked out, toes scuffing against the wooden floor of the hall as she stretched her arms out and tried to pull away from Scooby. The knot kept her pinned in place, connecting her to the Great Danes significant mass. Each tug she gave against the knot sent a jolt of pain shooting through her rear, but she couldn’t feel it sliding any further out of her stretching sphincter. She twisted herself from side to side, desperately avoiding Scooby’s gnashing teeth. “Please, Scooby,” she sobbed. “I’m your friend! Don’t you remember me at all?” She screamed out in pain as Scooby’s fangs sunk into the flesh of her neck, securing a firm hold on her. Hot blood dribbled out of her, soaking into the torn turtleneck.

Scooby’s jaw clenched, sinking his fangs deeper into the sides of Velma’s neck before shaking violently. Velma’s struggles came to a sudden end as her neck snapped. Her glistening eyes widened before her eyelids drooped half-closed. Her body twitched spastically beneath the zombie hound, a geyser of piss squirting from her crotch and splashing across Scooby’s dangling balls. Her thick ass bucked back against the canine cock stuffing it. With his combination mate and meal no longer putting up any resistance, Scooby released his hold on Velma’s mangled neck. Her head fell forward, smacking against the floor with a fleshy thud as her death spasms slowly faded away.

The knot of swollen cock flesh slowly loosened, allowing Scooby to finally pull free of Velma’s gaping asshole. The woman’s corpse remained with her ass perched in the air and her head lying against the floor, lightly twitching hands stretched to either side of her body. Scooby gave Velma’s rear one last sniff before dragging his long, sloppy tongue through the crack of her ass. With a hungry growl, he chomped into the meaty flesh of one cheek, ripping through the smooth skin and tearing away a sizable chunk. Scooby chewed the chunk of ass meat messily, swallowing the bulk of it down before going back for more. By the third bite, Velma’s body slumped onto its side. Licking his bloody muzzle, Scooby nudged the corpse fully onto its back and shredded through her orange turtleneck to tear into the plaint flesh of Velma’s plump tits. Her body rocked and shifted as Scooby devoured her, dead eyes staring into nothingness.