Chapter 3 of Silly Human Mating Rituals
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Title: Silly Human Mating Rituals: Chapter 3 "Busted!"
Summary: Scooby's observations on Shaggy and Velma's relationship after they got back together. In this chapter, Scooby witness the Tickle Monster and his "more than willing" victim.
Author: In fan fiction, I go by Lady Something
Rating: Still T for teen
Word Count: 1,192 words
Chapters: so far, 3 and working on chapter 4
Character(s)/Pairings: Shelma
Spoilers/Warnings: I don't know. Upcoming smutty sequel? It's in the "Mystery Incorporated" universe, though I revert Scooby, Shaggy and Velma's personalities to a nice blend of the "Where are you" series, "A Pup Named" series and "What's New" series because I like that way and Casey Kasem's Shaggy is epically awesome. So really, nothing to spoil except Shaggy and Velma dated once.
Shaggy and Scooby Doo take Velma inside the house after a night of solving mysteries. So far, they haven't any idea who is the identity of Mr. E or what happen to the original Mystery Incorporated members. The duo led Velma to their living room where she and Scooby sit on the couch, she scratches the sweet spot behind his ears, making him hum and wagging his tail. Shaggy turns on the television where the late-night B-movie "I was a Teenage Blob" shows on the screen and joins his girlfriend and best friend on the couch.
After an hour, Scooby's stomach is growling, so he walks into the kitchen. His ears rotate as he listens in on his best friend's conversation with his other best friend. But first, Scooby has a hankering for something with sausage links and chicken, a whole chicken to be in fact.
"Like, why did you do that, Velma?"
"It was beyond my logic, your gluteus maximus is aesthetically gratifying that it's heightens my carnal provocations, rendering me vulnerable so I took instantaneous rejoinder by taking a physical sample of the subject by using my manus."
Scooby can hear Shaggy scratching his head. Scooby snickers. His best friend is not the crunchiest chip on the bag. "Uh, like, English, please?"
"You have a cute butt."
Scooby snickers some more.
"Really? I have a cute butt?" Shaggy replied.
"The cutest." Velma said. The next thing Scooby hears is Shaggy's yelp.
"I'm, like, going to get you for that."
"I like to see you try." Velma replied without any malice.
Scooby finally finish his masterpiece of a vertically two foot-long sandwich. He made his way to the living where Shaggy is standing in a wrestling stance in front of Velma with his fingers twitching and wiggling.
"I'm going to, like, get you." Shaggy smiles while Velma giggles. He starts chasing her across the living room. "Here, like, comes the tickle monster."
"You? A monster?" Velma laughs as she is being chase around by a tall lanky tickle monster, "Isn't that an oxymoron?"
"Like, I may be a moron; at least you think I'm cute!" Shaggy nearly catches her, but she is either too quick or too short for him.
They nearly knock over Scooby and his tower of meats and breads.
"Rhey!" Scooby said, protecting his sandwich like it was one of his future pups, "Rratch it!"
"Oopsie," Velma said, "sorry, Scoob."
It wasn't until the couple fell onto the couch where Shaggy tickles her stomach. Velma laughs so loud that tiny tears are coming out of the corners of her eyes.
Scooby watches this while eating his sandwich in one gulp. It fun watching these humans in these pleasant romantic rituals. It makes him happy to see Shaggy and Velma happy.
"Okay, okay!" Velma tries to restrain the tickle monster on top of her. But the moment Shaggy stops, Velma takes him by the loose collar, pull him closer to her face and kisses him on the lips. Shaggy, in response, kiss her back. Then they start to paw at each other as the kisses became heated and sloppy. Velma's legs wraps around Shaggy's waist.
Scooby is about to walk out of the living room to give them some privacy until he sniffs and hears something from the back door. It has two familiar scents of fancy clothes and paint, along with two sets of footsteps and a voice of an older and wiser version of Shaggy.
"Roh, rno."
Scooby races to the couch where he pulls on Shaggy's sleeve and points to back door, the same way he was trying to inform him about a ghost, a monster or a renegade robot right behind them.
"Uh, Raggy? Relma?"
"Not now, Scooby." Velma said as she's getting nibbled by her tall frail boyfriend. "Go watch the rest of the movie in Shaggy's room."
The scents are getting more pungent. The sounds of footsteps and voices are getting louder. Scooby has more reasons to get panicky. He pulls on Shaggy's sleeve even harder that it almost stretches the thin material. "Raggy?"
"Like, what is it, Scoob?"
"Norville Rogers!" Mrs. Rogers snaps with Mr. Rogers by her side. She puts her hands on her hips as she sternly glares at her son as he detaches himself from Velma. "What is the meaning of this?"
Scooby, like the coward he is, find a safe hiding spot underneath the rug and the coffee table that comes with it. He was shaking like a leaf.
Shaggy and Velma were stuttering and stammering as they try to find an excuse for making out on the couch.
"You see, your son was choking on an olive so I gave him CPR and..."
Mrs. Rogers narrows her eyes, "I know my son is a big eater but I don't think CPR requires you laying down on the couch with him engaging in petting."
"Petting?" Shaggy and Velma said in unison.
"Retting?" Scooby wonders as he comes out of the rug. He is curious what that term means. Is it the same way that humans pet dogs and cats?
"I think it's time for you to go home, Velma." Mr. Rogers said. "I call your parents, they're wondering where you've been tonight."
Velma hangs her head down as she walks out of the front door.
"Bye, Scooby. Bye, Shaggy." Velma said with one last loving look and a smile.
"Bye". Scooby and Shaggy said. The beatnik waves good-bye as he gave her the same loving look and a smile as she gives him.
The moment front door closes. Mr. and Mrs. Rogers look at Shaggy.
"As for you," Mrs. Rogers said.
"My office," Mr. Rogers completes her sentence, "Now."
Shaggy follows his father to the office, leaving Scooby behind… for a second.
"Not so fast, Scooby." Mrs. Rogers takes Scooby to the office by the collar. The Great Dane hangs his head down.
After being chewed out in the office for an hour, it turns out that Mr. and Mrs. Rogers were more upset that Shaggy and Velma were wearing (dirty) shoes on their newly purchased, un-Scotchgard couch than being the on verge of mating right in front of them. So why Scooby is in hot water too? They notice his fur on the couch.
Title: Silly Human Mating Rituals: Chapter 3 "Busted!"
Summary: Scooby's observations on Shaggy and Velma's relationship after they got back together. In this chapter, Scooby witness the Tickle Monster and his "more than willing" victim.
Author: In fan fiction, I go by Lady Something
Rating: Still T for teen
Word Count: 1,192 words
Chapters: so far, 3 and working on chapter 4
Character(s)/Pairings: Shelma
Spoilers/Warnings: I don't know. Upcoming smutty sequel? It's in the "Mystery Incorporated" universe, though I revert Scooby, Shaggy and Velma's personalities to a nice blend of the "Where are you" series, "A Pup Named" series and "What's New" series because I like that way and Casey Kasem's Shaggy is epically awesome. So really, nothing to spoil except Shaggy and Velma dated once.
Shaggy and Scooby Doo take Velma inside the house after a night of solving mysteries. So far, they haven't any idea who is the identity of Mr. E or what happen to the original Mystery Incorporated members. The duo led Velma to their living room where she and Scooby sit on the couch, she scratches the sweet spot behind his ears, making him hum and wagging his tail. Shaggy turns on the television where the late-night B-movie "I was a Teenage Blob" shows on the screen and joins his girlfriend and best friend on the couch.
After an hour, Scooby's stomach is growling, so he walks into the kitchen. His ears rotate as he listens in on his best friend's conversation with his other best friend. But first, Scooby has a hankering for something with sausage links and chicken, a whole chicken to be in fact.
"Like, why did you do that, Velma?"
"It was beyond my logic, your gluteus maximus is aesthetically gratifying that it's heightens my carnal provocations, rendering me vulnerable so I took instantaneous rejoinder by taking a physical sample of the subject by using my manus."
Scooby can hear Shaggy scratching his head. Scooby snickers. His best friend is not the crunchiest chip on the bag. "Uh, like, English, please?"
"You have a cute butt."
Scooby snickers some more.
"Really? I have a cute butt?" Shaggy replied.
"The cutest." Velma said. The next thing Scooby hears is Shaggy's yelp.
"I'm, like, going to get you for that."
"I like to see you try." Velma replied without any malice.
Scooby finally finish his masterpiece of a vertically two foot-long sandwich. He made his way to the living where Shaggy is standing in a wrestling stance in front of Velma with his fingers twitching and wiggling.
"I'm going to, like, get you." Shaggy smiles while Velma giggles. He starts chasing her across the living room. "Here, like, comes the tickle monster."
"You? A monster?" Velma laughs as she is being chase around by a tall lanky tickle monster, "Isn't that an oxymoron?"
"Like, I may be a moron; at least you think I'm cute!" Shaggy nearly catches her, but she is either too quick or too short for him.
They nearly knock over Scooby and his tower of meats and breads.
"Rhey!" Scooby said, protecting his sandwich like it was one of his future pups, "Rratch it!"
"Oopsie," Velma said, "sorry, Scoob."
It wasn't until the couple fell onto the couch where Shaggy tickles her stomach. Velma laughs so loud that tiny tears are coming out of the corners of her eyes.
Scooby watches this while eating his sandwich in one gulp. It fun watching these humans in these pleasant romantic rituals. It makes him happy to see Shaggy and Velma happy.
"Okay, okay!" Velma tries to restrain the tickle monster on top of her. But the moment Shaggy stops, Velma takes him by the loose collar, pull him closer to her face and kisses him on the lips. Shaggy, in response, kiss her back. Then they start to paw at each other as the kisses became heated and sloppy. Velma's legs wraps around Shaggy's waist.
Scooby is about to walk out of the living room to give them some privacy until he sniffs and hears something from the back door. It has two familiar scents of fancy clothes and paint, along with two sets of footsteps and a voice of an older and wiser version of Shaggy.
"Roh, rno."
Scooby races to the couch where he pulls on Shaggy's sleeve and points to back door, the same way he was trying to inform him about a ghost, a monster or a renegade robot right behind them.
"Uh, Raggy? Relma?"
"Not now, Scooby." Velma said as she's getting nibbled by her tall frail boyfriend. "Go watch the rest of the movie in Shaggy's room."
The scents are getting more pungent. The sounds of footsteps and voices are getting louder. Scooby has more reasons to get panicky. He pulls on Shaggy's sleeve even harder that it almost stretches the thin material. "Raggy?"
"Like, what is it, Scoob?"
"Norville Rogers!" Mrs. Rogers snaps with Mr. Rogers by her side. She puts her hands on her hips as she sternly glares at her son as he detaches himself from Velma. "What is the meaning of this?"
Scooby, like the coward he is, find a safe hiding spot underneath the rug and the coffee table that comes with it. He was shaking like a leaf.
Shaggy and Velma were stuttering and stammering as they try to find an excuse for making out on the couch.
"You see, your son was choking on an olive so I gave him CPR and..."
Mrs. Rogers narrows her eyes, "I know my son is a big eater but I don't think CPR requires you laying down on the couch with him engaging in petting."
"Petting?" Shaggy and Velma said in unison.
"Retting?" Scooby wonders as he comes out of the rug. He is curious what that term means. Is it the same way that humans pet dogs and cats?
"I think it's time for you to go home, Velma." Mr. Rogers said. "I call your parents, they're wondering where you've been tonight."
Velma hangs her head down as she walks out of the front door.
"Bye, Scooby. Bye, Shaggy." Velma said with one last loving look and a smile.
"Bye". Scooby and Shaggy said. The beatnik waves good-bye as he gave her the same loving look and a smile as she gives him.
The moment front door closes. Mr. and Mrs. Rogers look at Shaggy.
"As for you," Mrs. Rogers said.
"My office," Mr. Rogers completes her sentence, "Now."
Shaggy follows his father to the office, leaving Scooby behind… for a second.
"Not so fast, Scooby." Mrs. Rogers takes Scooby to the office by the collar. The Great Dane hangs his head down.
After being chewed out in the office for an hour, it turns out that Mr. and Mrs. Rogers were more upset that Shaggy and Velma were wearing (dirty) shoes on their newly purchased, un-Scotchgard couch than being the on verge of mating right in front of them. So why Scooby is in hot water too? They notice his fur on the couch.
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