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, based on an idea I had with a pair of Doo characters by Borni Brorunson. Forgive me if this is stepping on your toes, Borni. ", "writing": "Everyone knew about the Mystery Machine Gang, especially their team mascot and most loyal companion who usually slept in the back of the van. Scooby was a simple dog of simple means, when all he ever needed was a simple bed, a box of snacks, and his closest friends beside him. The gang were away at graduation, leaving their guard behind to keep the van locked and secure with the great dane rolled on his back, on an old hairy blanket in the back.\nCurrently he was dreaming of an ice cream mountain, his wattled brown face drooling with the thought of rolling white-chocolate hills, chocolate-mint cairns and strawberry lakes. He danced through the glens of cookie-and-cream, bounced high to chomp vanilla clouds and dove into bubblegum rivers. This was his second favourite dream, next to the one with Burgertropolis. He was the mayor of that city, the delicious Luther towers and fresh patty parks he surveyed and savoured-\n\t\"UNCLE SCOOB, UNCLE SCOOB!\"\n\t\"RU-RAH, RHOO?!\"\nHe shot up with a start and banged his head on the ceiling, clutching his head with a groan as the most deafening shrill voice pierced his soul. His face slumped with regret, knowing exactly who was banging on the door as he sat up proper, then unlocked the back.\n\t\"HEY UNCLE SCOOB!\" a wisecracking kid's voice drilled into his skull. \"Boy ya made it real hard fer me to find ya this time, yer gettin' good at hide-and-go-seek!\"\n\t\"Yeah...real rood.\"\nStanding to his full anthro height of 6'2'', Scoob wore orange slacks much like his best friend Shaggy, whom he shared a closet with of six other clothes exactly the same. His signature turquoise collar with SD on its diamond tag jingled on his neck, his floppy ears and black nose accented his coffee-coloured fur, he stood with gangly legs and fat-toed paws as he gave a huge yawn, and scritched the black spot on his back.\nHe stared down at the miniature version of himself, little Scrappy Doo who reached only up to his knee, had a big head for his tiny limbs, a striped blue-and-yellow shirt, and a cheap teal collar with its own diamond tag in imitation of his idol. Scooby couldn't hate his nephew, no matter how grating his voice was, his genuine smile and eagerness to dive into adventure was something he envied.\n\t\"I gots a letter from mom!\" the boy wagged it upwards. \"She needs your help, so do granny an' grandpa!\"\n\t\"Ruh?\" Scoob took the letter. \"Mumsy, Dada?\"\nThe moment he opened the letter, his eyes bulged with concern when the first line had his full name. His sister never used it unless it was serious.\n\n\tScoobert\n\tI'm sorry to bother you while your friends are graduating, but I need help. Do you remember the story of the Were-Doo, when we were pups? You solved that mystery when it was Professor Digmi trying to scare us off our land, but we saw it! The Were-Doo, all of us in our living room! It was horrible, it was huge and beastly, eyes like a vicious serpent and the TEETH were huge!\n\tAnd that's not the only thing that was huge! It's been terrorising the town with horrible acts, molesting folks and leaving them a mess of...fluids! I can't say too much in case my nephew reads this, but if that monster's allowed to run free humping everyone in sight, our family might be blamed! You have to help!\n\tI've taken Mumsy and Dada on vacation to keep them safe, but Scrappy insisted he stay behind to help you. You know how he is, but you won't be alone! If none of your friends are available, your uncle's arriving to assist, he said he was an \"expert\" with these sort of beasts.\n\tI know you can do it, my brave sweet brother. Please, if anything else, keep Scrappy safe.\n\t\tRuby\n\nScooby shook with a pale face, his hands trembled before he took a deep breath. Then shoved himself back into the van and snapped the door shut.\n\t\"WHA-UNCLE SCOOB!\"\n\t\"Uh-uh, UH-UH!\" he called from inside.\n\t\"But mom needs help, you can't leave her hanging!\"\n\t\"I-i, I, I'm uh, AH-CHOO!\"\n\t\"You're not sick!\" Scrappy called. \"I know you had your shots, you gotta do this for mom!\"\n\t\"Read too rore,\" Scooby whimpered, clutching his face, \"reumonia, rave yourself!\"\n\t\"You're braver than that, Uncle Scoob!\"\nScrappy suddenly appeared before him, thanks to the window in the front that had been left wound down for Scooby to sleep better. He cursed his canine needs and watched his nephew bounce on his chest, knowing he would never leave until he went with him. The uncle sighed and gave a nod, before he climbed into the front of the van and started it up. Scrappy jumped onto the passenger seat and strapped in, before they drove out to their ancestral home.\nOn the outskirts of Coolville, the Doo estate had been in the canine family for centuries, on a lonesome hill with its sturdy pavilion front, high-rise central tower, and windows circling around the rectangular base. Scooby hated how creepy it looked, right down to the twisted trees with naked branches all year round.\n\t\"Boy it sure looks spooky at night!\" Scrappy observed unhelpfully. \"Great-grandpa Doo had a real sense o' humour, huh?!\"\n\t\"Yeah,\" Scooby pointed to a jeep in the driveway, \"who's rat?\"\n\t\"YOH, BOYS!\"\nA muscular great dane with a cowboy hat approached him, his dirty denim jeans and thick chest hair exuding a thick testosterone scent that made both Scooby and Scrap cringe from the bitter spice. His shoulder was branded K-9 1937, his also-blue collar had \"D.D, P.I\" jangling off, he stood taller than Scoob with hulking muscles at 6'8'', and a southern drawl crept from his tongue beneath a whiskered stache.\n\t\"Look, at, you,\" he chuckled, \"last time I saw y'all, you's were just a pup. An' a detective too like yer ol' uncle Dag!\"\n\t\"Y-yeah!\" Scooby nodded and offered his hand. \"Rank you fer roming-\"\n\t\"Awww now boy c'mere!\" Dagger squeezed him in a musky hug. \"Mmmmmm you gotten handsome o'er the years, take after yer pappy dontcha?\"\n\t\"You here to stop the monster too?!\" Scrappy jumped up on Scooby's shoulder. \"PEE-yew, you stink!\"\n\t\"That's called manliness, boy,\" the old dog stepped back to flex his arms, \"once you grown, you'll be lookin' this handsome too.\"\n\t\"My mom says I'm plenty handsome already, anyways I'm Scrappy, you my great-uncle?!\"\n\t\"Dagger-Doo, at yer service.\" He offered a huge fist that Scrappy bumped one of the fingers. \"Whudduya know of this here case?\"\n\t\"M-monster,\" Scooby handed the letter, \"Rere-Doo, rig monster!\"\n\t\"Awwww, you still talk like that?\" Dagger read through it. \"Gotdang you cute li'l mutt...alrigh', so, we got a Were-Doo on the loose, and he's hornier than a yote in spring.\"\n\t\"He's not horny!\" Scrappy shook his head. \"He's a dog like us, we don't got horns!\"\n\t\"Heheh, righ', well we know he comes back to thuh house to rest up, there's a full moon fer the next couple o' days so we don't got much time, we scout thuh place out first. We all stick together, no runnin' off.\"\n\t\"Yes, rir!\" Scooby saluted.\nThey entered the house of Scooby's childhood, and his clumsy feet staggered towards the living room. The armchairs with brown dog hair, the old gramophone and its cabinet of jazz records, and the roaring fireplace brought back warm memories of his puphood. Pictures of the family tree decorated the walls, from the youngest members of svelte Ruby with her pink bowtie and her little Scrappy, to the pilgrim-hatted Yankee Doodle-Doo who arrived on the Mayflower.\n\t\"So where you work, great-uncle Dag?\" Scrappy hopped like a tennis ball. \"I never seen ya at family reunions!\"\n\t\"Work takes plenny outta me,\" he tipped his hat, \"I move around in thuth south, solvin' crimes fer head or bed.\"\n\t\"For a head? You don't get paid in dollars?\"\n\t\"Nah, money ain't worth much to me as a warm bed.\"\n\t\"Sheesh, yer a real Clint Beastwood kinda feller, arentcha?\"\n\t\"Hahah, thanks pup.\" The old'un grinned like a prospector. \"How's tricks, Scoob? Your gang are mighty famous, globetrottin' with thuh best.\"\n\t\"Yeah, real rig,\" Scooby nodded, rubbing his hands, \"rots of rases to rolve!\"\n\t\"Uncle Scoob's the best detective around!\" the smaller nephew waved his hands. \"He solved dozens, tons of dozens, a billion cases!\"\n\t\"It runs in thuh family,\" Dagger smiled wide and rubbed Scooby's head, \"I'm proud of ya, boy, you done picked up the ball an' ran with it.\"\n\t\"BALL, WHERE?!\"\nScrappy violently looked around and dove under a couch, causing the adults to chuckle before they heard a clattering sound from the kitchen. Dagger readied his fists with cracking knuckles, Scrappy darted in front of him with tiny paws in a boxing stance, whilst Scooby cowered in an tube-shape behind them. They crept through the hall with long-sneaking legs in a single motion, a ballet dance of subterfruge where their shadows danced on the walls.\nMore crashing sounds came when a saucepan rolled out of the door, and they peeked in like a totem pole. Monochrome linoleum with butter-yellow walls and brown-wooden cupboards lined the kitchen, with ovens and a fridge and freezer that was currently being ransacked. Pots and pans covered the floor, and at the hob was a wretched-looking dane that, while looked plenty muscular, was even shoddier than Dagger's appearance.\n\t\"FREEZE!\" the great-uncle finger-gunned into the room. \"PAWS IN THE AIR!\"\n\t\"I DIDN'T DO IT!\" the stranger shot up and backed away. \"Unless you mean the noodles, in which case yeah I did.\"\n\t\"Rait!\" Scooby walked closer. \"Is rat...a rousin?\"\n\t\"Hey...you're Scoob, right?\" the newcomer waved. \"Remember me, Shagger-Doo? We met at Skippy-Doo's son's doo-mitzvah?\"\n\t\"OH, yeah yeah! You rrunk all the runch!\"\n\t\"Ohhhh yeaaah mister Punch-Drunk!\" Scrappy hopped out in front. \"You got a new vest!\"\n\t\"Sure did, little dude.\"\nShagger-Doo wore a cloth vest and a tie-dye bandanna, his jeans were ful of holes and his belt had a water bottle hanging off the side. A barb-wire tattoo wrapped round his left arm, whilst his face had long ragged hair, a rough-split moustache and a goatee. The smell of sharp vinegar and hot bitters fumed from him as a pot boiled beside him with a fresh pack of noodles sizzling away.\n\t\"I don't recognise this cousin,\" Dagger squinted, \"but if Scoob knows you, I guess you can't be bad.\"\n\t\"Sup, cousin?\" Shagger waved. \"Sorry for the scare, I thought the table was closer than I thought.\"\n\t\"Iiiii see,\" they looked towards the table on the other side of the room, \"and you are here, why?\"\n\t\"Rubes invented me...I think, I sorta crashed here, asked to live in the shed out back while I was roaming, living the life, under the big blue tent.\"\n\t\"Well ya better watch out!\" Scrappy beat his chest like an ape. \"The Were-Doo's out and haunting the place, we gotta stick together to beat it back.\"\n\t\"Ohhhh jeez, is that tonight?\" The hippie squinted out the window to see a foggy night. \"Awww that ain't good, yeah we should totally like, stick together.\"\n\t\"Rank you,\" Scooby clasped his paws in prayer and looked above, \"but, food first!\"\n\t\"Uncle Scoob, we gotta go!\" his nephew tugged him.\n\t\"I not reaten in ree rours!\"\n\t\"We can stop fer a spell to eat,\" Dagger shuffled to the table, \"give us sum fuel.\"\n\t\"I can make more noodles,\" Shagger stirred with a spoon, \"you mind cleaning up, I got my hands full.\"\nHe pulled out his bottle with its hose-like attachment, that he huffed with a cloud of pink smoke from his nostrils while cooking away. Scooby and Dagger helped pick up the kitchen equipment, whilst Scrappy fashioned two pot lids into a helmet and shield with some leather straps.\n\t\"Uncle Scoob, can I have a knife?!\"\n\t\"For rhe rast rime, RO!\" his uncle snapped. \"Re rav ro re rareful.\"\n\t\"Yer uncle's right, pup,\" Dagger pulled out his own hunting blade to scratch his chin, \"can't learn to wield it 'til you learn how to use yer fists.\"\n\t\"I use 'em plenty!\" Scrappy did a few jabs. \"I'm old enough to use a knife!\"\n\t\"How 'bout you keep that shield on ya fer thuh rear guard? Big folks like us can't see much from way up here.\"\n\t\"Yeah li'l guy,\" Shagger offered bowls of steaming noodles, \"you can be like a knight in shining armour.\"\n\t\"Yeah, rhining rarmour!\" Scooby raised his finger high.\n\t\"But I still need a sword!\" the pup made a staircase from drawers and jumped up onto the counter. \"Come on you gotta let me use something!\"\n\t\"Alright, use this,\" the hippie gave him an egg whisk, \"you can twist someone's fur real bad with this.\"\n\t\"Sure!\"\nThey finished up their food with Scooby asking for seconds, then thirds and fourths until they ran out of noodles before heading onwards to the study. Scooby's father loved this room, evident by the doghair-lined chair and many books lining the walls.\n\t\"So uh, what's this curse about?\" asked the hippie, sitting down. \"I didn't stay in the loop after Punchgate.\"\n\t\"It's a curse by some evil sorcerer!\" the pup bounced up a ladder. \"The first son of every seventh generation gets turned into a Were-Doo!\"\n\t\"Ohhh, damn, uhhhh...which one are we?\"\n\t\"What am I, a genealogist?! Our family history's got more twists and turns than spaghetti!\"\n\t\"Mmmmm, raghetti,\" Scooby drooled dangerously close over a book, \"retter ran roodles.\"\n\t\"Your stomach's gonna get you in trouble one of these days,\" the great-uncle scritched his chest, \"don't think the Were-Doo's here anyway, they don't do a lotta reading.\"\n\t\"But they write I guess?\" Shagger pointed to some ink stains on the desk. \"These're pretty fresh.\"\nScrappy and Scoob walked over to find various scratchings carved deep in the woodwork, that almost formed letters none of them could see until the pup bounced on his uncle's head and squinted over the lettering.\n\t\"Hey, this is mom's writing! Look it's just like the letter!\"\n\t\"Nnnnh?\" Scooby pulled out the letter and compared. \"Yeah, rere rhe rame!\"\n\t\"Woah, Ruby got swole,\" Shagger chuckled, \"she been hittin' the gym?\"\n\t\"You kidding?!\" Scrappy shook his head. \"Mom's all svelte like a snorkel, she couldn't do that, you need somebody with boulders for arms!\"\n\t\"Well that's mighty weird,\" Dagger shrugged, \"let's find more clues then.\"\nThey departed the library and checked other rooms for clues, scouting out the rec room which was a scene of chaos. The jukebox had been crumpled, the pool table was smashed up beyond repair, but the bar was strangely immaculate with only a few bottles emptied.\n\t\"That's even weirder!\" Scrappy jumped on the broken table with his pot lids. \"Why break everything else but the drink?!\"\n\t\"Maybe Were-Doo's a connoisseur,\" Shagger lumbered over to the bar, \"I know I am, what do we got?\"\n\t\"Uncle Scoob, when do I get to drink?!\"\n\t\"Rhen you rolder,\" the dane rolled his eyes.\n\t\"I'll take a drink mahself,\" Dagger sat up with the cousin, \"any whiskey?\"\n\t\"Dude we got like everything,\" the hippie sniffed over the bottles, \"got some pinot, got some sangria, got no whiskey though.\"\n\t\"Damn shame, he couldn't leave any for us? I'll take some gin instead.\"\n\t\"Ya don't think the Were-Doo could write, could ya?\" Scrappy picked up a broken pool cue. \"How smart we talkin' 'ere, is he all growly an' stuff?\"\n\t\"No idea li'l dude,\" Shagger stretched his burly arms, \"we can ask 'em once we find 'em.\"\n\t\"Uh uh, UH UH!\" Scooby shook his head. \"Dangerous!\"\n\t\"Aw c'mon uncle Scoob, don't chicken out!\" the pup jabbed with his new weapon. \"We can take 'em, all four of us, I-...wait. This smells weird.\"\n\t\"Huh?\" His uncle bent down to sniff the cue. \"Human!\"\n\t\"Yeah, this got that human stink! Someone was playing pool down here!\"\n\t\"Lemme smell that.\"\nDagger offered the boy to come over as the two adults sniffed along the wooden length.\n\t\"Real, ramiliar,\" Scooby scratched his head, \"ren I ras a rup, maybe?\"\n\t\"Oil grease,\" the southern dane murmured, \"someone who works on bikes.\"\n\t\"Bet you they got red hair,\" the hippie nodded sagely, \"got a different sorta melanin to them.\"\n\t\"We don't normally get human guests,\" Scrappy cocked his head, \"that's kinda weird!\"\n\t\"Daphne?\" murmured Scooby. \"Rhe ras red rair, riends rome rere roo.\"\n\t\"Hmmm, guess you all do live in that van together,\" Dagger shook his head, \"alright, let's keep moving.\"\nThrough the house they kept on moving until they reached upstairs, the curtains all pulled back to show the cloudy night still looming outside. Lamps were still lit all around the manor to let shadows sneak round corners and frighten Scooby occasionally. At one point a window had been left open, forcing a strong wind through the hall which made the flames dance sultry, and shadows loom higher like wicked phantoms.\nThankfully Dagger was there to carry him in his arms, his nephew curled up like a giant babe as they reached the bedrooms. All the relatives' rooms were still intact, the parents with their four-poster bed, and various guest rooms accented for different reasons. Then they reached Scooby's room which soothed him enough to climb off from Dagger, and check around his old haunts. Blue walls and old pictures of his puphood were shown, as well as a smaller gang of humans in iconic outfits. There were old skateboards and chewed-up balls, as well as scribbled pictures of cartoon dogs.\n\t\"Wow, you used to skateboard?!\" Scrappy ran over to it. \"You never told me that!\"\n\t\"I rasn't rery rood,\" Scooby blushed, \"rad ralance.\"\n\t\"I seen you balance on tightropes an' stuff, remember the haunted circus?!\"\n\t\"Uhhh, rich run?\"\n\t\"Circuses are always haunted,\" Shagger took a drag of his bong, \"the sins of like, carnivalic deception are too much for one ringmaster, also why they called ring masters, that's a bad vibe.\"\n\t\"You're a bad vibe, personally,\" Dagger waved the smoke from his face, \"whut's in that damn thing anyway?\"\n\t\"I uh, I'm not allowed to say in this state, or six others.\"\n\t\"BA BA-BA-BAAAA!\"\nScrappy whizzed past them on his skateboard, armed with pool cue and armoured with pot lids. He raced out of the room and turned a sharp corner, forcing the adults to chase after him.\n\t\"LOOKIT ME, I'M A-JOUSTING!\"\n\t\"RAPPY RO!\" Scooby ran out front. \"RAPPY ROP!\"\n\t\"Hold back, you li'l rascal!\" Dagger thundered behind. \"Stick together fer cryin' out loud!\"\n\t\"NOTHING WILL STOP THE FEARLESS SCRAPPERTON!\" cried the boy. \"THE EARL OF DOOFENSHIRE, THE LORD OF DOO MANOR-YIPE!\"\nA curtain fluttered too strong in front of him, causing him to bank hard towards his mother's room where a great crashing came from within. Scooby ran in first to find Ruby's gorgeous pink bed, her rosy wallpaper decorated in hearts, and a white dresser now with half its drawers thrown open where a small pup laid beneath.\n\t\"Are you ralright?!\" the uncle bent down.\n\t\"Yeah, I'm okay!\" Scrappy bonked his helmet. \"Mom always said to wear protection!\"\n\t\"Hah, I never do,\" Dagger muttered to himself, \"don't feel the same.\"\n\t\"You make a cool little knight, little dude!\" Shagger waltzed through. \"You rocked that board better than us.\"\n\t\"Heh, thanks!\" the little one pulled himself free from the drawer pile. \"Hey, it's mom's diary!\"\n\t\"RAPPY, RO!\"\nScrappy snatched it up before Scooby could, then pored over the pages with rabid curiosity.\n\t\"Hey now you shouldn't be reading a lady's privates,\" the great-uncle stepped up.\n\t\"What is private anymore?\" the hippie shrugged. \"Nothing's private since they put ATMs in, they got all those cameras that read your face so they sell it back to you in ads, that's why I keep money in my pants.\"\n\t\"Do you even have money, ever?\"\n\t\"Do you, Lone Ranger?\"\n\t\"Oooooh listen to this!\" Scrappy blurted. \"January 8th, that nice gardener's been making eyes at me up at my window. He always asks me about my pere-per, per, pernellials, and if he wants me to help sow them. I said I was thinking about planting with him in the back yard, and put on my Sunday best for-\"\n\t\"U-UHHH, REXT RAGE!\" Scooby tried to grab.\n\t\"Alright alright, sheesh!\" his nephew turned the page. \"Just gardening tips, not like she's talking about buried treasure...March 13th, today's the day I'm taking Mumsy and Dada up the coast. She's been a little poorly and I think the sea air will do her good, plus Dada loves the sand beneath his paws.\"\n\t\"Rait, March 13th?\" Scooby pulled up the letter from his pants. \"Rut...ris is rafter.\"\n\t\"Hey, yeah yer right, this letter I got on the 15th! Why's mom not blabbing about the Were-Doo?!\"\n\t\"Maybe it like, happened on the same night while she was getting ready?\" Shagger shrugged and hit the vape. \"Didn't you get the letter from her?\"\n\t\"No, I was at a sleepover and I got the letter there.\"\n\t\"Hmmm?\" Scooby cocked his head. \"Rat's reird.\"\n\t\"It is mighty suspicious,\" Dagger scratched his chin, \"well let's put your mother's things back together then keep searching.\"\n\t\"Let's try the back yard!\" Scrappy put the diary away. \"Maybe that gardener's out there and knows something!\"\n\t\"Good idea.\"\nAfter putting the dresser back together, they headed down the back stairs and towards the conservatory where a variety of plants were thriving in the spring. Old rocking chairs sat facing the wide-open yard, with smaller sheds dotted around the bottom. The clouds started to peel apart, silver curtains danced over the whistling grass that brought a strange song to their canine ears. Scoob always hated that sound, the rasping call of something ancient beyond the moors behind their house.\nHe had known creatures in his nightmares that lurked in the shadows of the reeds, behind the sheds or sneaking under the conservatory. All the hunts and mysteries he had solved had frightened him plenty, but nothing ever compared to his puphood manifestations of dark lurching trees or the rattling scream of a windy night. Which was exactly why he was suddenly back in Dagger's arms, wrapping his body round his uncle's neck.\n\t\"Boy, you need to learn to stand on your own two paws,\" the southern detective patted him, \"c'mon, there ain't no Were-Doo out here?\"\n\t\"How you know that?\" Shagger walked into the yard.\n\t\"Moon ain't out fully, that's how it works with were-folk, don't it?\"\n\t\"So the moment that moon comes out full, we POP 'em!\" Scrappy kickflipped off the back stairs. \"Shame this board don't work on grass!\"\n\t\"Guess it'll make your getaway vehicle fer the house.\"\n\t\"That's my shed over there,\" Shagger pointed, \"your folks let me shack up there, c'mon lemme show ya.\"\nThey wandered over to one dismal hut, not especially well-maintained since all the gardening tools had been moved to a better location. But it served a good-enough place for a lodger, where the odour of skunk perforated the air like melting lemon rinds and an inflatable pool had some pillows inside.\n\t\"Sorry it ain't like the mansion,\" Shagger scritched his armpit, \"I been trying to settle in and they won't let me in the house cuz of my uh...my uh-\"\n\t\"You rink?\" Scooby pinched his snout.\n\t\"Well, yeah but they said it nicer, Ruby said something about dog allergies flaring up and I said okay cool.\"\n\t\"Rut...re're all rogs.\"\n\t\"Whuh?\" The hippie palmed his face. \"Damn I can't believe she hoisted me.\"\n\t\"Eeehehehehee!\" the brown dane chortled.\n\t\"This place is a great hideout though!\" Scrappy climbed up to the window. \"We could scout out the Were-Doo here, he'd never find us in here!\"\n\t\"Yeah,\" Dagger sneered and crossed his arms, \"the stench alone'll ward that demon off, but I suggest we all take a shed each, that way if the Were-Doo comes round, we can flank 'em from all sides.\"\n\t\"Great idea, great uncle! Alright, there's gotta be some stuff we can use to trap a Doo in the sheds, let's do this thing!\"\nAcross the back garden were several shacks for storage purposes, that each mutt took one of and started to craft their individual traps. Dagger made a classic hangman-rope that would trip up anyone near a tree, Shagger constructed a smoke grenade activated by a tripwire, Scrappy designed a giant crossbow with shovel handles for bolts, and Scooby carefully dangled a bucket of tar above his door.\nAll they had to do now was wait, and watch the sky clear up with its terrible moon gleaming high across the manor. Scooby clenched himself in his little shed, which was mostly where hosepipes and buckets were kept with watering cans, and he curled up on the hard floor with an old tarp for extra comfort. It was an agonising wait, and thanks to the many bowls of noodles he found himself getting sleepy, struggling to keep watch of the other huts.\nBut inevitably he slept, it was just for forty winks but it was enough to send him to dreamland and back to the ice cream hills. Sumptuous feasts awaited him, and he could almost taste something fine in the coffee glace. Something reddish, something...bloody? That scent of metallic rust thickened in his snout and fogged the sky of foodie dreams to a blackening shadow, before he saw a great beast lurch from the mountains, and howl with a beastly sound. Eyes of deep red slitted upon him, a hunter awoke and clawed through the hills towards him. Giant fangs snapped for his head moments before he woke up with a start, and caused several buckets to thunk on his head.\nA rat-a-tat-at clanged on his skull when he roused himself and looked to the other shacks. The moon was bright and full, turning the jade grass to a silver sheet that any moment could rise into a phantom. There was nothing from the other shacks, not a peep nor a yelp which both relieved and concerned him. Using a shiny tin, he tried to send morse code to the others, not that he understood it but it would show acknowledgement. Nothing.\n\t\"Ruh-roh.\" he muttered, \"rere rey ro?\"\nHe sat for a few minutes hoping someone would wake up and see his blinking light, but no one responded. Fear crept into his canine heart, but curiosity gripped his paws and he slowly opened the door with a painful creak. The wind had gone still, the sea of bladed grass turned stiff like a legion as Scoobert crossed the open plain. Scrappy's hut was empty, with no sign of the little pup except for one phrase.\nUNCLE WOLF\n\t\"Rhhh?!\" Scooby shook his head. \"Runcle rolf?\"\nA violent smash came from above and Scooby dived under a bag of seeds, before the roof crunched down and obliterated the shack itself. In the midst of a wood explosion, surrounded by broken planks and burst sacks, a large bed had cleaved through the hut and laid in tatters, with massive claw marks gouging its sides. Scooby bolted back to the house, which now had a gaping window on the top floor as he searched desperately for someplace to hide. Somewhere from upstairs was a terrible howling, the one from his dreams that hunted him down.\nThe lights had gone out to leave the manor in darkness, his shadow devoured by the abyss as he crept round corners and scurried down halls that seemed to stretch beyond to infinity. His legs quivered with knocking knees, his fat fingers twitched in constant spasms and his head shook like maracas. A rabid noise came from upstairs, a tidal fury that crunched and smashed and punched dents into the ceiling that made Scooby run. At one point he stumbled into the kitchen and slipped on the linoleum, to then slam into the cupboards and send a mountain of pots down on his head.\nThe noises stopped upstairs and the dane felt his heart clench. He tried to stand, but the pots stuck to his feet and hands, causing him to walk like a robot that clanked through the room before he could kick them off. A crunching came down from the stairs, immense paws cracking the timber and causing Scooby to hide in the study beneath the desk. Then came the voice.\n\t\"SCOOBERT. SCOOOOOBERRRRRT. WHERE ARE YOU, PUP?\"\n\t\"M-mmmmngh, NNNNGH!\" he clutched his mouth in fear.\n\t\"COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU AAAAARE. IT'S NOT NICE TO KEEP FAMILY...WAITING.\"\nScooby whimpered with increasing fright, ready to burst out of the room in a second when he felt the pounding shudder of a huge beast. The walls shook and the books jostled on their shelves with the floor rumbling under Scooby's belly. Something peeked into the study, a demonic canine face so very like his own but with much sharper ears and fangs, and an ocean of chest hair. Eyes slitted red like a viper, a fleshy growth round the monster's neck formed a ruby collar with spikes, and a massive pair of balls swung between his legs beneath a large swollen sheath.\n\t\"DON'T BE AFRAID, SCOOBERT. I WON'T BITE...UNLESS YOU BEG.\"\nThe Were-Doo gave a nasty chuckle, a breathless shudder before he marched down the hall and kept searching. Scooby quickly ran out of the study and headed for the rec room, hoping to find one of his untainted family. But he was too late. Spread-eagled over the pool table was one adult dane, whose rump was now stuffed with cream, and on the bar counter was little Scrappy Doo. He was smothered in white goo, completely naked with teeny balls and a smaller sheath, his eyes dazed with a vapid moan as he struggled to gulp back thick fluids.\n\t\"U-uh...uncle S-scoob...hhhrrk.\"\n\t\"Rappy, RAPPY!\" his uncle shook him. \"Ruh rappen?!\"\n\t\"Get...get outta here, he..h-he's coming!\"\n\t\"NOT YET.\" The doorway loomed with a black shadow. \"BUT SOON I'LL BE CUMMING AGAIN!\"\nThe Were-Doo lunged after Scooby-Doo who tried to bash him aside with a bar stool, but the monster slapped it away and grabbed him by the neck to shove him against the wall, and stare deep into his eyes. The dog panicked and kicked with a whimpering cry, before his pants were pulled down to show his furry plums and half-swollen sheath. It was then he saw Shagger-Doo's face slumped over the table, his ass and mouth dripping white.\n\t\"Ruh...ru-runcle Dagger?!\"\n\t\"HMMM?\" The werewolf leaned close. \"YES, SUPPOSE THAT IS THE BODY I'M INHABITING NOW. YOU DO UNDERSTAND A CURSE IS HEREDITARY, AS IS THE SPIRIT, YES?\"\n\t\"RUH, RUH-UH, UH UH!\"\n\t\"DON'T BE FRIGHTENED, MY DEAR PUP. YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY, DON'T YOU?\"\n\t\"Y-y-yeah, rut, you rain't ramily, you...you rote rhe retter! Ruby's retter!\"\n\t\"AAAAAH, WHAT A GOOD BOY!\" said the Were-Doo, licking Scooby's face. \"I KNEW YOU WOULD REALISE EVENTUALLY, JUST A LITTLE TOO LATE. NOW GIVE YOUR UNCLE A KISS, SCOOBERT.\"\nHe stuffed his tongue thick into Scooby's throat, slobbering wet drool down the great dane's gullet as he squirmed with a frantic desperation. He could not escape such savage strength, a beast so different from Dagger yet so much stronger than ever, despite the similar scent of raw musk and thick chest hair. His tongue flapped and sucked around Scooby's cheeks inside with such expert skill, that the dog mumbled with a terrible whinge as he felt his resistance fade.\nThe Were-Doo rubbed his entire body against him, especially his girth that throbbed out of his furry sack and became a powerful red lance that jabbed Scooby's belly. The scent of desire was overpowering, fogging the dane's mind when his arms drooped and he started to suckle the beast's tongue in return who gave a deep growl of approval. Thicker his cock became as it grinded on Scooby's sheath, forcing him erect with a dick only half the Were-Doo's size.\n\t\"BEG.\" The creature breathed through his teeth. \"BE A GOOD BOY. AND BEG.\"\n\t\"R-r-ruh, ruh...r-rokay,\" his spirit collapsed in an instant, \"reed me, r-rease, runcle, reed me!\"\n\t\"OH I'LL BREED YOU PLENTY, AND I'LL BE GETTING AWAY WITH IT TOO, THANKS TO YOU MEDDLING PUPS.\"\nHe carried Scooby with both hands over to the bar, next to his well-used nephew whose mouth was still white. On his back, the adult canine laid spread-eagle, his dark-puckered rear puffed up with his long slender tail dangling down to line up the Were-Doo's girth. 14 inches of ruthless cock throbbed with veins, a powerful thud of his heartbeat shooting pre onto Scooby's taint before the beast lined himself up. One smooth thrust shoved it halfway in, the dog yelped with a painful warmth as his sphincter gaped with rippling walls.\nThe monster moaned in bliss at such a tight offering, before he gripped Scooby's noodly legs and started to hump in a steady rhythm, pushing the folds out to slide in easier. His nephew whimpered with a growing pleasure, each thump of that dick causing less pain over time despite the increasing savagery of the werewolf whose claws tightened on Scooby's arms. The great-uncle lurched over his nephew with hanging tongue, dripping hot saliva on his face when he stuffed deeper to the hilt, and felt his knot starting to grow against Scoobert's rump.\nThe mutt whimpered with an infectious lust, his eyes rolled up and he couldn't stop himself from trying to suck on his uncle's tongue, who gladly let him with a deep draught of thicker drool. Their eyes closed in incestuous passion, his throbbing halberd pumped harder until the clapping of canine cheeks filled the rumpus room amidst the soft moans of Scrappy and Shagger still lost in a sexual reverie. So too was Scooby about to join them, his eyes clouded with hunger that the Were-Doo infested him with.\n\t\"NNNNGH, S-SUCH A TIGHT BOY,\" the wolf shuddered, \"ALMOST WONDER IF YOUR SISTER'S JUST AS GOOD TO BREED.\"\n\t\"R-RUH, ROOOH!\" Scooby cried. \"Ron't rop! reed me more!\"\n\t\"OHHH I WON'T STOP UNTIL I'M EMPTY, SCOOBY-DOO.\"\nHe kissed the dog's wet nose and smiled gently, before he fucked him to his limit until the bar counter shook with a terrible creak. The bottles formed a glass xylophone, rattling across the back wall as the former Dagger-Doo ravaged Scoob harder. Soon his knot had thickened up and started punching his victim's rear, squeezing itself in with each shove of that girthy base. Finally it shoved in with a fleshy pop, Scooby howled with orgasmic need as his own red rocket sputtered thick pre onto himself, ever closer to his climax.\nWith his uncle fully inside him, he gave up fully with a sigh of relief, for as much as his body was being pummelled from inside, the pleasure was overwhelming to the point he was drunk on bliss. His mind fogged completely, his cock sputtered with a clench and finally ejaculated, but the Were-Doo didn't care and simply savoured the tight spasms of his nephew. Harder Scooby's rear sucked him off, strangling the knotted shaft and rubbing thick over the gourd-shape that scraped hard on his gaping ring.\nSpurts of doggy jizz painted Scooby-Doo's face, his tongue flopped out and tasted his own cream that the Were-Doo also slurped up and shared with him in a deep kiss. Snowballing his nephew's seed into his mouth, they moaned together in sweet rapture when the Were-Doo came at last, and howled a monstrous sound that shook Scoobert's ribs to the core. His heart trembled with a flickering pulse, the power of his ancestor's curse roared through his body and filled his gut with a sumptuous flood of thick jizz.\n\t\"MMMMMMM...GOOD PUPPY.\" He grinded his shaft into the walls. \"YOU'LL BE THE SECOND-TIGHTEST ONE I'LL HAVE THIS NIGHT.\"\nRocking his hips gently to rub his knot all over the inside walls, the monster gripped Scooby's legs and firmly pulled out with a deafening pop, leaving a fucked-open creamy hole from the dane's rear. But he wasn't done, when he walked along the bar and stroked over young Scrappy Doo with his sweet young balls and peeking tip.\n\t\"HOW DID GREAT-UNCLE'S MILK BOTTLE TASTE?\" the wolf chuckled deep. \"NOW IT'S TIME TO TUCK PUPPY IN.\"\n\t\"Mmmmnnngh...h-hah, o-okay, great-uncle Doo.\"\nThe boy was now entranced in the same musky cloud that his uncle laid consumed in, when the Were-Doo picked him up in both paws and flipped him upside down to slurp at the tight pucker. He could tell the puppy was virgin from how he yiped at the touch, the thick tongue squirming its way inside that little hole to push his ring wide with his slimy length. Scrappy hung upside down with a dizzy head, mumbling to himself as his pot-lid helm clattered on the ground to leave him fully exposed. Unbeknownst to both of them, Shagger-Doo had recovered himself enough to pull free from the pool table, then crawled over to their attacker.\nBut instead of trying to take him down, he whimpered like a bitch in heat and sniffed at the beastly taint. He stuffed his snout beneath the tail and slurped at the spicy hole, much to the creature's bliss who pushed back against the hippie to let him feast upon his rump. Shagger groped the thick muscular thighs and spread them wide as he could to eat out the wolf, whilst the Were-Doo pumped his tongue into the little pup's rear until Scrappy felt his guts being tickled. It was an odd sensation but one he strangely enjoyed, as evident by his now-fully-erect stubby cock.\nFor once, the pup was lost for words as he dangled like a puppet, his legs twitched with a whimpering sound when the tongue squirmed and corkscrewed inside his young innards. Then the beast flipped him back up and pushed his tight fresh hole down upon his pulsing obelisk, the veins creaked with depraved lust when he kissed his fattened glans upon the small pucker. This one he relished, wanting to savour the virgin right next to his most beloved family member as he made sure Scooby was watching.\n\t\"WITNESS THE YOUNGEST LINE OF OUR FAMILY, READY TO LEARN THE TRUE POWER OF THIS CURSE!\"\nWith a rabid cackle, he shoved Scrappy down on his dick and made the puppy shriek with a hard stretch of his little rear, despite the hefty lube of spit he had been given. The monster groaned with deep relish, such a tight and succulent hole that strangled his girth and made it creak like rubber into the smoothest folds. Scooby watched in a blank haze, dumbfounded by desire and too adrift to stop his nephew's anal ravaging. Scrappy's belly started to bulge up with a familiar-looking cock shape, a vile heat surged throughout the kid's belly as he whimpered louder in a tight discomfort, that slowly but surely breached into pleasure.\nDespite the sheer size of the demon's body, the werewolf took his time and clutched Scrappy-Doo like a frail doll, working the first few inches inside to grind over the walls and send ripples of newfound pleasure through the puppy. His smaller dick sputtered a fresh new pre, a whole world of lust had been forced open upon him and his brain was scrambled with wretched lust. His tongue flopped out and his head rolled about with each thrust the Were-Doo put in him, stuffing his guts a little further each time until his belly paunched fat.\nScooby grew hard once more from the lurid sight, as well as Shagger eating out the monster's hole with subservient tongue slorping into the folds and pump-sucking the donut with a beastly hunger. The hippie also stroked himself with as much energy as he could, pumping his knotted shaft with hot whimpers and a wagging tail that mimicked Scrappy's growing excitement. The rascally boy felt half the Were-Doo's spear jab into his stomach and made his body a-quiver with puppy love when the beast rubbed over his swollen belly.\n\t\"DO YOU FEEL IT?\" he rasped. \"YOUR LEGACY...YOUR BIRTHRIGHT, TO TAKE MY SEED, AND BE MARKED WITH GREATNESS.\"\n\t\"Ahhh, A-AAAH, Y-Y-YEAH, D-DON'T STOP, PLEASE M-MISTER WERE-DOO!\"\nThe monster chuckled at his submission when he gaped the boy wider, almost splitting Scrappy's legs apart like a gymnast mount. So deep the pillar of flesh burrowed through him, that the pup near-imagined it was grinding on his ribcage and thumping beside his heart, whose beats were drowned out by the much stronger thudding swell of the Were-Doo's veiny meat. One way or another, he would knot in this pup as he sunk him down further with a few last thrusts, then rubbed his fattened gourd-base on the clenching pucker.\nScrappy-Doo struggled to take all of it in, but the Were-Doo would not relent with arching hips and his savage grip. Harder he pushed the square knot in a round hole which slowly forced apart to the absolute limit and just a bit beyond much to the shrieking howl of the pup. Finally the pop came, a squelching suck as Scrappy nearly fainted in the beastly claws. His cheeks were burning red, his belly bloated out to a fattening girth with the knot now wedged in his bowels. A volcanic heat roared in his gut and his legs felt dead from exertion, but a drunken smile remained plastered on his face.\nIt took the Were-Doo little time to reach his second climax, and with a few last grinds of the impossibly-cramped space within the pup, he gushed a fountain of beastly jizz through Scrappy-Doo's body. So rich was his seed that it plugged up his stomach with a groaning burble, and soon it sputtered up his throat to belch from his mouth. He struggled to swallow it back down, the thickest saltiest cream that smothered his tongue and gummed up his throat like it did before. But now he had gotten a taste for it, he managed to swallow it much easier to make his belly even thicker.\nThe Were-Doo slumped back on his rear, and smothered Shagger-Doo beneath his rump who just kept sucking away and rimming him deep. Scrappy remained impaled on the merciless shaft, throbbing in-tune with the monstrous meat, whilst his uncle splayed out on the bar counter. Unbeknownst to all of them, a camera remained hidden in the corner of the room, just above the broken pool table. Far away in another location, a red-headed shape watched from his dark room.\n\t\"Gooood,\" he gave a nasty chuckle, \"that stupid mutt finally got fucked 'til his brain's all scrambled! And with his parents out the house, I can get in with my new were-pet and turn his whole house into a zoo brothel! Imagine how shamed his whole gang will be, those stupid mystery-solving punks'll get run out of town for their beloved mascot being a cock-gobbling whore! HAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHA-A-OW, ow, shit.\"\nA ragged sigh came from his burly body and a creak rumbled from his chair.\n\t\"Still hurting from that stupid pool table, who the hell makes those things so cheap anyway, nearly broke my neck hiding that camera...heh, heheheh...that's what you get for accusing Redd Herring of everything I DIDN'T do.\"\nA wicked smile glimmered in the dark, staring on at the screen where the Were-Doo kept being rimmed, whilst pleasuring himself with a Scrappy-Doll. Scooby remained concussed with this mystery left unsolved, his ass still gaping and ready for another round of his family's curse.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Everyone knew about the Mystery Machine Gang, especially their team mascot and most loyal companion who usually slept in the back of the van.  Scooby was a simple dog of simple means, when all he ever needed was a simple bed, a box of snacks, and his closest friends beside him.  The gang were away at graduation, leaving their guard behind to keep the van locked and secure with the great dane rolled on his back, on an old hairy blanket in the back.
Currently he was dreaming of an ice cream mountain, his wattled brown face drooling with the thought of rolling white-chocolate hills, chocolate-mint cairns and strawberry lakes.  He danced through the glens of cookie-and-cream, bounced high to chomp vanilla clouds and dove into bubblegum rivers.  This was his second favourite dream, next to the one with Burgertropolis.  He was the mayor of that city, the delicious Luther towers and fresh patty parks he surveyed and savoured-
\t"UNCLE SCOOB, UNCLE SCOOB!"
\t"RU-RAH, RHOO?!"
He shot up with a start and banged his head on the ceiling, clutching his head with a groan as the most deafening shrill voice pierced his soul.  His face slumped with regret, knowing exactly who was banging on the door as he sat up proper, then unlocked the back.
\t"HEY UNCLE SCOOB!" a wisecracking kid's voice drilled into his skull.  "Boy ya made it real hard fer me to find ya this time, yer gettin' good at hide-and-go-seek!"
\t"Yeah...real rood."
Standing to his full anthro height of 6'2'', Scoob wore orange slacks much like his best friend Shaggy, whom he shared a closet with of six other clothes exactly the same.  His signature turquoise collar with SD on its diamond tag jingled on his neck, his floppy ears and black nose accented his coffee-coloured fur, he stood with gangly legs and fat-toed paws as he gave a huge yawn, and scritched the black spot on his back.
He stared down at the miniature version of himself, little Scrappy Doo who reached only up to his knee, had a big head for his tiny limbs, a striped blue-and-yellow shirt, and a cheap teal collar with its own diamond tag in imitation of his idol.  Scooby couldn't hate his nephew, no matter how grating his voice was, his genuine smile and eagerness to dive into adventure was something he envied.
\t"I gots a letter from mom!" the boy wagged it upwards.  "She needs your help, so do granny an' grandpa!"
\t"Ruh?" Scoob took the letter.  "Mumsy, Dada?"
The moment he opened the letter, his eyes bulged with concern when the first line had his full name.  His sister never used it unless it was serious.

\tScoobert
\tI'm sorry to bother you while your friends are graduating, but I need help.  Do you remember the story of the Were-Doo, when we were pups?  You solved that mystery when it was Professor Digmi trying to scare us off our land, but we saw it!  The Were-Doo, all of us in our living room!  It was horrible, it was huge and beastly, eyes like a vicious serpent and the TEETH were huge!
\tAnd that's not the only thing that was huge!  It's been terrorising the town with horrible acts, molesting folks and leaving them a mess of...fluids!  I can't say too much in case my nephew reads this, but if that monster's allowed to run free humping everyone in sight, our family might be blamed!  You have to help!
\tI've taken Mumsy and Dada on vacation to keep them safe, but Scrappy insisted he stay behind to help you.  You know how he is, but you won't be alone!  If none of your friends are available, your uncle's arriving to assist, he said he was an "expert" with these sort of beasts.
\tI know you can do it, my brave sweet brother.  Please, if anything else, keep Scrappy safe.
\t\tRuby

Scooby shook with a pale face, his hands trembled before he took a deep breath.  Then shoved himself back into the van and snapped the door shut.
\t"WHA-UNCLE SCOOB!"
\t"Uh-uh, UH-UH!" he called from inside.
\t"But mom needs help, you can't leave her hanging!"
\t"I-i, I, I'm uh, AH-CHOO!"
\t"You're not sick!" Scrappy called.  "I know you had your shots, you gotta do this for mom!"
\t"Read too rore," Scooby whimpered, clutching his face, "reumonia, rave yourself!"
\t"You're braver than that, Uncle Scoob!"
Scrappy suddenly appeared before him, thanks to the window in the front that had been left wound down for Scooby to sleep better.  He cursed his canine needs and watched his nephew bounce on his chest, knowing he would never leave until he went with him.  The uncle sighed and gave a nod, before he climbed into the front of the van and started it up.  Scrappy jumped onto the passenger seat and strapped in, before they drove out to their ancestral home.
On the outskirts of Coolville, the Doo estate had been in the canine family for centuries, on a lonesome hill with its sturdy pavilion front, high-rise central tower, and windows circling around the rectangular base.  Scooby hated how creepy it looked, right down to the twisted trees with naked branches all year round.
\t"Boy it sure looks spooky at night!" Scrappy observed unhelpfully.  "Great-grandpa Doo had a real sense o' humour, huh?!"
\t"Yeah," Scooby pointed to a jeep in the driveway, "who's rat?"
\t"YOH, BOYS!"
A muscular great dane with a cowboy hat approached him, his dirty denim jeans and thick chest hair exuding a thick testosterone scent that made both Scooby and Scrap cringe from the bitter spice.  His shoulder was branded K-9 1937, his also-blue collar had "D.D, P.I" jangling off, he stood taller than Scoob with hulking muscles at 6'8'', and a southern drawl crept from his tongue beneath a whiskered stache.
\t"Look, at, you," he chuckled, "last time I saw y'all, you's were just a pup.  An' a detective too like yer ol' uncle Dag!"
\t"Y-yeah!" Scooby nodded and offered his hand.  "Rank you fer roming-"
\t"Awww now boy c'mere!" Dagger squeezed him in a musky hug.  "Mmmmmm you gotten handsome o'er the years, take after yer pappy dontcha?"
\t"You here to stop the monster too?!" Scrappy jumped up on Scooby's shoulder.  "PEE-yew, you stink!"
\t"That's called manliness, boy," the old dog stepped back to flex his arms, "once you grown, you'll be lookin' this handsome too."
\t"My mom says I'm plenty handsome already, anyways I'm Scrappy, you my great-uncle?!"
\t"Dagger-Doo, at yer service."  He offered a huge fist that Scrappy bumped one of the fingers.  "Whudduya know of this here case?"
\t"M-monster," Scooby handed the letter, "Rere-Doo, rig monster!"
\t"Awwww, you still talk like that?" Dagger read through it.  "Gotdang you cute li'l mutt...alrigh', so, we got a Were-Doo on the loose, and he's hornier than a yote in spring."
\t"He's not horny!" Scrappy shook his head.  "He's a dog like us, we don't got horns!"
\t"Heheh, righ', well we know he comes back to thuh house to rest up, there's a full moon fer the next couple o' days so we don't got much time, we scout thuh place out first.  We all stick together, no runnin' off."
\t"Yes, rir!" Scooby saluted.
They entered the house of Scooby's childhood, and his clumsy feet staggered towards the living room.  The armchairs with brown dog hair, the old gramophone and its cabinet of jazz records, and the roaring fireplace brought back warm memories of his puphood.  Pictures of the family tree decorated the walls, from the youngest members of svelte Ruby with her pink bowtie and her little Scrappy, to the pilgrim-hatted Yankee Doodle-Doo who arrived on the Mayflower.
\t"So where you work, great-uncle Dag?" Scrappy hopped like a tennis ball.  "I never seen ya at family reunions!"
\t"Work takes plenny outta me," he tipped his hat, "I move around in thuth south, solvin' crimes fer head or bed."
\t"For a head?  You don't get paid in dollars?"
\t"Nah, money ain't worth much to me as a warm bed."
\t"Sheesh, yer a real Clint Beastwood kinda feller, arentcha?"
\t"Hahah, thanks pup."  The old'un grinned like a prospector.  "How's tricks, Scoob?  Your gang are mighty famous, globetrottin' with thuh best."
\t"Yeah, real rig," Scooby nodded, rubbing his hands, "rots of rases to rolve!"
\t"Uncle Scoob's the best detective around!" the smaller nephew waved his hands.  "He solved dozens, tons of dozens, a billion cases!"
\t"It runs in thuh family," Dagger smiled wide and rubbed Scooby's head, "I'm proud of ya, boy, you done picked up the ball an' ran with it."
\t"BALL, WHERE?!"
Scrappy violently looked around and dove under a couch, causing the adults to chuckle before they heard a clattering sound from the kitchen.  Dagger readied his fists with cracking knuckles, Scrappy darted in front of him with tiny paws in a boxing stance, whilst Scooby cowered in an tube-shape behind them.  They crept through the hall with long-sneaking legs in a single motion, a ballet dance of subterfruge where their shadows danced on the walls.
More crashing sounds came when a saucepan rolled out of the door, and they peeked in like a totem pole.  Monochrome linoleum with butter-yellow walls and brown-wooden cupboards lined the kitchen, with ovens and a fridge and freezer that was currently being ransacked.  Pots and pans covered the floor, and at the hob was a wretched-looking dane that, while looked plenty muscular, was even shoddier than Dagger's appearance.
\t"FREEZE!" the great-uncle finger-gunned into the room.  "PAWS IN THE AIR!"
\t"I DIDN'T DO IT!" the stranger shot up and backed away.  "Unless you mean the noodles, in which case yeah I did."
\t"Rait!" Scooby walked closer.  "Is rat...a rousin?"
\t"Hey...you're Scoob, right?" the newcomer waved.  "Remember me, Shagger-Doo?  We met at Skippy-Doo's son's doo-mitzvah?"
\t"OH, yeah yeah!  You rrunk all the runch!"
\t"Ohhhh yeaaah mister Punch-Drunk!" Scrappy hopped out in front.  "You got a new vest!"
\t"Sure did, little dude."
Shagger-Doo wore a cloth vest and a tie-dye bandanna, his jeans were ful of holes and his belt had a water bottle hanging off the side.  A barb-wire tattoo wrapped round his left arm, whilst his face had long ragged hair, a rough-split moustache and a goatee.  The smell of sharp vinegar and hot bitters fumed from him as a pot boiled beside him with a fresh pack of noodles sizzling away.
\t"I don't recognise this cousin," Dagger squinted, "but if Scoob knows you, I guess you can't be bad."
\t"Sup, cousin?" Shagger waved.  "Sorry for the scare, I thought the table was closer than I thought."
\t"Iiiii see," they looked towards the table on the other side of the room, "and you are here, why?"
\t"Rubes invented me...I think, I sorta crashed here, asked to live in the shed out back while I was roaming, living the life, under the big blue tent."
\t"Well ya better watch out!" Scrappy beat his chest like an ape.  "The Were-Doo's out and haunting the place, we gotta stick together to beat it back."
\t"Ohhhh jeez, is that tonight?"  The hippie squinted out the window to see a foggy night.  "Awww that ain't good, yeah we should totally like, stick together."
\t"Rank you," Scooby clasped his paws in prayer and looked above, "but, food first!"
\t"Uncle Scoob, we gotta go!" his nephew tugged him.
\t"I not reaten in ree rours!"
\t"We can stop fer a spell to eat," Dagger shuffled to the table, "give us sum fuel."
\t"I can make more noodles," Shagger stirred with a spoon, "you mind cleaning up, I got my hands full."
He pulled out his bottle with its hose-like attachment, that he huffed with a cloud of pink smoke from his nostrils while cooking away.  Scooby and Dagger helped pick up the kitchen equipment, whilst Scrappy fashioned two pot lids into a helmet and shield with some leather straps.
\t"Uncle Scoob, can I have a knife?!"
\t"For rhe rast rime, RO!" his uncle snapped.  "Re rav ro re rareful."
\t"Yer uncle's right, pup," Dagger pulled out his own hunting blade to scratch his chin, "can't learn to wield it 'til you learn how to use yer fists."
\t"I use 'em plenty!" Scrappy did a few jabs.  "I'm old enough to use a knife!"
\t"How 'bout you keep that shield on ya fer thuh rear guard?  Big folks like us can't see much from way up here."
\t"Yeah li'l guy," Shagger offered bowls of steaming noodles, "you can be like a knight in shining armour."
\t"Yeah, rhining rarmour!" Scooby raised his finger high.
\t"But I still need a sword!" the pup made a staircase from drawers and jumped up onto the counter.  "Come on you gotta let me use something!"
\t"Alright, use this," the hippie gave him an egg whisk, "you can twist someone's fur real bad with this."
\t"Sure!"
They finished up their food with Scooby asking for seconds, then thirds and fourths until they ran out of noodles before heading onwards to the study.  Scooby's father loved this room, evident by the doghair-lined chair and many books lining the walls.
\t"So uh, what's this curse about?" asked the hippie, sitting down.  "I didn't stay in the loop after Punchgate."
\t"It's a curse by some evil sorcerer!" the pup bounced up a ladder.  "The first son of every seventh generation gets turned into a Were-Doo!"
\t"Ohhh, damn, uhhhh...which one are we?"
\t"What am I, a genealogist?!  Our family history's got more twists and turns than spaghetti!"
\t"Mmmmm, raghetti," Scooby drooled dangerously close over a book, "retter ran roodles."
\t"Your stomach's gonna get you in trouble one of these days," the great-uncle scritched his chest, "don't think the Were-Doo's here anyway, they don't do a lotta reading."
\t"But they write I guess?" Shagger pointed to some ink stains on the desk.  "These're pretty fresh."
Scrappy and Scoob walked over to find various scratchings carved deep in the woodwork, that almost formed letters none of them could see until the pup bounced on his uncle's head and squinted over the lettering.
\t"Hey, this is mom's writing!  Look it's just like the letter!"
\t"Nnnnh?" Scooby pulled out the letter and compared.  "Yeah, rere rhe rame!"
\t"Woah, Ruby got swole," Shagger chuckled, "she been hittin' the gym?"
\t"You kidding?!" Scrappy shook his head.  "Mom's all svelte like a snorkel, she couldn't do that, you need somebody with boulders for arms!"
\t"Well that's mighty weird," Dagger shrugged, "let's find more clues then."
They departed the library and checked other rooms for clues, scouting out the rec room which was a scene of chaos.  The jukebox had been crumpled, the pool table was smashed up beyond repair, but the bar was strangely immaculate with only a few bottles emptied.
\t"That's even weirder!" Scrappy jumped on the broken table with his pot lids.  "Why break everything else but the drink?!"
\t"Maybe Were-Doo's a connoisseur," Shagger lumbered over to the bar, "I know I am, what do we got?"
\t"Uncle Scoob, when do I get to drink?!"
\t"Rhen you rolder," the dane rolled his eyes.
\t"I'll take a drink mahself," Dagger sat up with the cousin, "any whiskey?"
\t"Dude we got like everything," the hippie sniffed over the bottles, "got some pinot, got some sangria, got no whiskey though."
\t"Damn shame, he couldn't leave any for us?  I'll take some gin instead."
\t"Ya don't think the Were-Doo could write, could ya?" Scrappy picked up a broken pool cue.  "How smart we talkin' 'ere, is he all growly an' stuff?"
\t"No idea li'l dude," Shagger stretched his burly arms, "we can ask 'em once we find 'em."
\t"Uh uh, UH UH!" Scooby shook his head.  "Dangerous!"
\t"Aw c'mon uncle Scoob, don't chicken out!" the pup jabbed with his new weapon.  "We can take 'em, all four of us, I-...wait.  This smells weird."
\t"Huh?"  His uncle bent down to sniff the cue.  "Human!"
\t"Yeah, this got that human stink!  Someone was playing pool down here!"
\t"Lemme smell that."
Dagger offered the boy to come over as the two adults sniffed along the wooden length.
\t"Real, ramiliar," Scooby scratched his head, "ren I ras a rup, maybe?"
\t"Oil grease," the southern dane murmured, "someone who works on bikes."
\t"Bet you they got red hair," the hippie nodded sagely, "got a different sorta melanin to them."
\t"We don't normally get human guests," Scrappy cocked his head, "that's kinda weird!"
\t"Daphne?" murmured Scooby.  "Rhe ras red rair, riends rome rere roo."
\t"Hmmm, guess you all do live in that van together," Dagger shook his head, "alright, let's keep moving."
Through the house they kept on moving until they reached upstairs, the curtains all pulled back to show the cloudy night still looming outside.  Lamps were still lit all around the manor to let shadows sneak round corners and frighten Scooby occasionally.  At one point a window had been left open, forcing a strong wind through the hall which made the flames dance sultry, and shadows loom higher like wicked phantoms.
Thankfully Dagger was there to carry him in his arms, his nephew curled up like a giant babe as they reached the bedrooms.  All the relatives' rooms were still intact, the parents with their four-poster bed, and various guest rooms accented for different reasons.  Then they reached Scooby's room which soothed him enough to climb off from Dagger, and check around his old haunts.  Blue walls and old pictures of his puphood were shown, as well as a smaller gang of humans in iconic outfits.  There were old skateboards and chewed-up balls, as well as scribbled pictures of cartoon dogs.
\t"Wow, you used to skateboard?!" Scrappy ran over to it.  "You never told me that!"
\t"I rasn't rery rood," Scooby blushed, "rad ralance."
\t"I seen you balance on tightropes an' stuff, remember the haunted circus?!"
\t"Uhhh, rich run?"
\t"Circuses are always haunted," Shagger took a drag of his bong, "the sins of like, carnivalic deception are too much for one ringmaster, also why they called ring masters, that's a bad vibe."
\t"You're a bad vibe, personally," Dagger waved the smoke from his face, "whut's in that damn thing anyway?"
\t"I uh, I'm not allowed to say in this state, or six others."
\t"BA BA-BA-BAAAA!"
Scrappy whizzed past them on his skateboard, armed with pool cue and armoured with pot lids.  He raced out of the room and turned a sharp corner, forcing the adults to chase after him.
\t"LOOKIT ME, I'M A-JOUSTING!"
\t"RAPPY RO!"  Scooby ran out front.  "RAPPY ROP!"
\t"Hold back, you li'l rascal!" Dagger thundered behind.  "Stick together fer cryin' out loud!"
\t"NOTHING WILL STOP THE FEARLESS SCRAPPERTON!" cried the boy.  "THE EARL OF DOOFENSHIRE, THE LORD OF DOO MANOR-YIPE!"
A curtain fluttered too strong in front of him, causing him to bank hard towards his mother's room where a great crashing came from within.  Scooby ran in first to find Ruby's gorgeous pink bed, her rosy wallpaper decorated in hearts, and a white dresser now with half its drawers thrown open where a small pup laid beneath.
\t"Are you ralright?!" the uncle bent down.
\t"Yeah, I'm okay!" Scrappy bonked his helmet.  "Mom always said to wear protection!"
\t"Hah, I never do," Dagger muttered to himself, "don't feel the same."
\t"You make a cool little knight, little dude!" Shagger waltzed through.  "You rocked that board better than us."
\t"Heh, thanks!" the little one pulled himself free from the drawer pile.  "Hey, it's mom's diary!"
\t"RAPPY, RO!"
Scrappy snatched it up before Scooby could, then pored over the pages with rabid curiosity.
\t"Hey now you shouldn't be reading a lady's privates," the great-uncle stepped up.
\t"What is private anymore?" the hippie shrugged.  "Nothing's private since they put ATMs in, they got all those cameras that read your face so they sell it back to you in ads, that's why I keep money in my pants."
\t"Do you even have money, ever?"
\t"Do you, Lone Ranger?"
\t"Oooooh listen to this!" Scrappy blurted.  "January 8th, that nice gardener's been making eyes at me up at my window.  He always asks me about my pere-per, per, pernellials, and if he wants me to help sow them.  I said I was thinking about planting with him in the back yard, and put on my Sunday best for-"
\t"U-UHHH, REXT RAGE!" Scooby tried to grab.
\t"Alright alright, sheesh!" his nephew turned the page.  "Just gardening tips, not like she's talking about buried treasure...March 13th, today's the day I'm taking Mumsy and Dada up the coast.  She's been a little poorly and I think the sea air will do her good, plus Dada loves the sand beneath his paws."
\t"Rait, March 13th?"  Scooby pulled up the letter from his pants.  "Rut...ris is rafter."
\t"Hey, yeah yer right, this letter I got on the 15th!  Why's mom not blabbing about the Were-Doo?!"
\t"Maybe it like, happened on the same night while she was getting ready?" Shagger shrugged and hit the vape.  "Didn't you get the letter from her?"
\t"No, I was at a sleepover and I got the letter there."
\t"Hmmm?"  Scooby cocked his head.  "Rat's reird."
\t"It is mighty suspicious," Dagger scratched his chin, "well let's put your mother's things back together then keep searching."
\t"Let's try the back yard!" Scrappy put the diary away.  "Maybe that gardener's out there and knows something!"
\t"Good idea."
After putting the dresser back together, they headed down the back stairs and towards the conservatory where a variety of plants were thriving in the spring.  Old rocking chairs sat facing the wide-open yard, with smaller sheds dotted around the bottom.  The clouds started to peel apart, silver curtains danced over the whistling grass that brought a strange song to their canine ears.  Scoob always hated that sound, the rasping call of something ancient beyond the moors behind their house.
He had known creatures in his nightmares that lurked in the shadows of the reeds, behind the sheds or sneaking under the conservatory.  All the hunts and mysteries he had solved had frightened him plenty, but nothing ever compared to his puphood manifestations of dark lurching trees or the rattling scream of a windy night.  Which was exactly why he was suddenly back in Dagger's arms, wrapping his body round his uncle's neck.
\t"Boy, you need to learn to stand on your own two paws," the southern detective patted him, "c'mon, there ain't no Were-Doo out here?"
\t"How you know that?" Shagger walked into the yard.
\t"Moon ain't out fully, that's how it works with were-folk, don't it?"
\t"So the moment that moon comes out full, we POP 'em!" Scrappy kickflipped off the back stairs.  "Shame this board don't work on grass!"
\t"Guess it'll make your getaway vehicle fer the house."
\t"That's my shed over there," Shagger pointed, "your folks let me shack up there, c'mon lemme show ya."
They wandered over to one dismal hut, not especially well-maintained since all the gardening tools had been moved to a better location.  But it served a good-enough place for a lodger, where the odour of skunk perforated the air like melting lemon rinds and an inflatable pool had some pillows inside.
\t"Sorry it ain't like the mansion," Shagger scritched his armpit, "I been trying to settle in and they won't let me in the house cuz of my uh...my uh-"
\t"You rink?" Scooby pinched his snout.
\t"Well, yeah but they said it nicer, Ruby said something about dog allergies flaring up and I said okay cool."
\t"Rut...re're all rogs."
\t"Whuh?"  The hippie palmed his face.  "Damn I can't believe she hoisted me."
\t"Eeehehehehee!" the brown dane chortled.
\t"This place is a great hideout though!" Scrappy climbed up to the window.  "We could scout out the Were-Doo here, he'd never find us in here!"
\t"Yeah," Dagger sneered and crossed his arms, "the stench alone'll ward that demon off, but I suggest we all take a shed each, that way if the Were-Doo comes round, we can flank 'em from all sides."
\t"Great idea, great uncle!  Alright, there's gotta be some stuff we can use to trap a Doo in the sheds, let's do this thing!"
Across the back garden were several shacks for storage purposes, that each mutt took one of and started to craft their individual traps.  Dagger made a classic hangman-rope that would trip up anyone near a tree, Shagger constructed a smoke grenade activated by a tripwire, Scrappy designed a giant crossbow with shovel handles for bolts, and Scooby carefully dangled a bucket of tar above his door.
All they had to do now was wait, and watch the sky clear up with its terrible moon gleaming high across the manor.  Scooby clenched himself in his little shed, which was mostly where hosepipes and buckets were kept with watering cans, and he curled up on the hard floor with an old tarp for extra comfort.  It was an agonising wait, and thanks to the many bowls of noodles he found himself getting sleepy, struggling to keep watch of the other huts.
But inevitably he slept, it was just for forty winks but it was enough to send him to dreamland and back to the ice cream hills.  Sumptuous feasts awaited him, and he could almost taste something fine in the coffee glace.  Something reddish, something...bloody?  That scent of metallic rust thickened in his snout and fogged the sky of foodie dreams to a blackening shadow, before he saw a great beast lurch from the mountains, and howl with a beastly sound.  Eyes of deep red slitted upon him, a hunter awoke and clawed through the hills towards him.  Giant fangs snapped for his head moments before he woke up with a start, and caused several buckets to thunk on his head.
A rat-a-tat-at clanged on his skull when he roused himself and looked to the other shacks.  The moon was bright and full, turning the jade grass to a silver sheet that any moment could rise into a phantom.  There was nothing from the other shacks, not a peep nor a yelp which both relieved and concerned him.  Using a shiny tin, he tried to send morse code to the others, not that he understood it but it would show acknowledgement.  Nothing.
\t"Ruh-roh."  he muttered, "rere rey ro?"
He sat for a few minutes hoping someone would wake up and see his blinking light, but no one responded.  Fear crept into his canine heart, but curiosity gripped his paws and he slowly opened the door with a painful creak.  The wind had gone still, the sea of bladed grass turned stiff like a legion as Scoobert crossed the open plain.  Scrappy's hut was empty, with no sign of the little pup except for one phrase.
UNCLE WOLF
\t"Rhhh?!" Scooby shook his head.  "Runcle rolf?"
A violent smash came from above and Scooby dived under a bag of seeds, before the roof crunched down and obliterated the shack itself.  In the midst of a wood explosion, surrounded by broken planks and burst sacks, a large bed had cleaved through the hut and laid in tatters, with massive claw marks gouging its sides.  Scooby bolted back to the house, which now had a gaping window on the top floor as he searched desperately for someplace to hide.  Somewhere from upstairs was a terrible howling, the one from his dreams that hunted him down.
The lights had gone out to leave the manor in darkness, his shadow devoured by the abyss as he crept round corners and scurried down halls that seemed to stretch beyond to infinity.  His legs quivered with knocking knees, his fat fingers twitched in constant spasms and his head shook like maracas.  A rabid noise came from upstairs, a tidal fury that crunched and smashed and punched dents into the ceiling that made Scooby run.  At one point he stumbled into the kitchen and slipped on the linoleum, to then slam into the cupboards and send a mountain of pots down on his head.
The noises stopped upstairs and the dane felt his heart clench.  He tried to stand, but the pots stuck to his feet and hands, causing him to walk like a robot that clanked through the room before he could kick them off.  A crunching came down from the stairs, immense paws cracking the timber and causing Scooby to hide in the study beneath the desk.  Then came the voice.
\t"SCOOBERT.  SCOOOOOBERRRRRT.  WHERE ARE YOU, PUP?"
\t"M-mmmmngh, NNNNGH!" he clutched his mouth in fear.
\t"COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU AAAAARE.  IT'S NOT NICE TO KEEP FAMILY...WAITING."
Scooby whimpered with increasing fright, ready to burst out of the room in a second when he felt the pounding shudder of a huge beast.  The walls shook and the books jostled on their shelves with the floor rumbling under Scooby's belly.  Something peeked into the study, a demonic canine face so very like his own but with much sharper ears and fangs, and an ocean of chest hair.  Eyes slitted red like a viper, a fleshy growth round the monster's neck formed a ruby collar with spikes, and a massive pair of balls swung between his legs beneath a large swollen sheath.
\t"DON'T BE AFRAID, SCOOBERT.  I WON'T BITE...UNLESS YOU BEG."
The Were-Doo gave a nasty chuckle, a breathless shudder before he marched down the hall and kept searching.  Scooby quickly ran out of the study and headed for the rec room, hoping to find one of his untainted family.  But he was too late.  Spread-eagled over the pool table was one adult dane, whose rump was now stuffed with cream, and on the bar counter was little Scrappy Doo.  He was smothered in white goo, completely naked with teeny balls and a smaller sheath, his eyes dazed with a vapid moan as he struggled to gulp back thick fluids.
\t"U-uh...uncle S-scoob...hhhrrk."
\t"Rappy, RAPPY!" his uncle shook him.  "Ruh rappen?!"
\t"Get...get outta here, he..h-he's coming!"
\t"NOT YET."  The doorway loomed with a black shadow.  "BUT SOON I'LL BE CUMMING AGAIN!"
The Were-Doo lunged after Scooby-Doo who tried to bash him aside with a bar stool, but the monster slapped it away and grabbed him by the neck to shove him against the wall, and stare deep into his eyes.  The dog panicked and kicked with a whimpering cry, before his pants were pulled down to show his furry plums and half-swollen sheath.  It was then he saw Shagger-Doo's face slumped over the table, his ass and mouth dripping white.
\t"Ruh...ru-runcle Dagger?!"
\t"HMMM?"  The werewolf leaned close.  "YES, SUPPOSE THAT IS THE BODY I'M INHABITING NOW.  YOU DO UNDERSTAND A CURSE IS HEREDITARY, AS IS THE SPIRIT, YES?"
\t"RUH, RUH-UH, UH UH!"
\t"DON'T BE FRIGHTENED, MY DEAR PUP.  YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY, DON'T YOU?"
\t"Y-y-yeah, rut, you rain't ramily, you...you rote rhe retter!  Ruby's retter!"
\t"AAAAAH, WHAT A GOOD BOY!" said the Were-Doo, licking Scooby's face.  "I KNEW YOU WOULD REALISE EVENTUALLY, JUST A LITTLE TOO LATE.  NOW GIVE YOUR UNCLE A KISS, SCOOBERT."
He stuffed his tongue thick into Scooby's throat, slobbering wet drool down the great dane's gullet as he squirmed with a frantic desperation.  He could not escape such savage strength, a beast so different from Dagger yet so much stronger than ever, despite the similar scent of raw musk and thick chest hair.  His tongue flapped and sucked around Scooby's cheeks inside with such expert skill, that the dog mumbled with a terrible whinge as he felt his resistance fade.
The Were-Doo rubbed his entire body against him, especially his girth that throbbed out of his furry sack and became a powerful red lance that jabbed Scooby's belly.  The scent of desire was overpowering, fogging the dane's mind when his arms drooped and he started to suckle the beast's tongue in return who gave a deep growl of approval.  Thicker his cock became as it grinded on Scooby's sheath, forcing him erect with a dick only half the Were-Doo's size.
\t"BEG."  The creature breathed through his teeth.  "BE A GOOD BOY.  AND BEG."
\t"R-r-ruh, ruh...r-rokay," his spirit collapsed in an instant, "reed me, r-rease, runcle, reed me!"
\t"OH I'LL BREED YOU PLENTY, AND I'LL BE GETTING AWAY WITH IT TOO, THANKS TO YOU MEDDLING PUPS."
He carried Scooby with both hands over to the bar, next to his well-used nephew whose mouth was still white.  On his back, the adult canine laid spread-eagle, his dark-puckered rear puffed up with his long slender tail dangling down to line up the Were-Doo's girth.  14 inches of ruthless cock throbbed with veins, a powerful thud of his heartbeat shooting pre onto Scooby's taint before the beast lined himself up.  One smooth thrust shoved it halfway in, the dog yelped with a painful warmth as his sphincter gaped with rippling walls.
The monster moaned in bliss at such a tight offering, before he gripped Scooby's noodly legs and started to hump in a steady rhythm, pushing the folds out to slide in easier.  His nephew whimpered with a growing pleasure, each thump of that dick causing less pain over time despite the increasing savagery of the werewolf whose claws tightened on Scooby's arms.  The great-uncle lurched over his nephew with hanging tongue, dripping hot saliva on his face when he stuffed deeper to the hilt, and felt his knot starting to grow against Scoobert's rump.
The mutt whimpered with an infectious lust, his eyes rolled up and he couldn't stop himself from trying to suck on his uncle's tongue, who gladly let him with a deep draught of thicker drool.  Their eyes closed in incestuous passion, his throbbing halberd pumped harder until the clapping of canine cheeks filled the rumpus room amidst the soft moans of Scrappy and Shagger still lost in a sexual reverie.  So too was Scooby about to join them, his eyes clouded with hunger that the Were-Doo infested him with.
\t"NNNNGH, S-SUCH A TIGHT BOY," the wolf shuddered, "ALMOST WONDER IF YOUR SISTER'S JUST AS GOOD TO BREED."
\t"R-RUH, ROOOH!" Scooby cried.  "Ron't rop!  reed me more!"
\t"OHHH I WON'T STOP UNTIL I'M EMPTY, SCOOBY-DOO."
He kissed the dog's wet nose and smiled gently, before he fucked him to his limit until the bar counter shook with a terrible creak.  The bottles formed a glass xylophone, rattling across the back wall as the former Dagger-Doo ravaged Scoob harder.  Soon his knot had thickened up and started punching his victim's rear, squeezing itself in with each shove of that girthy base.  Finally it shoved in with a fleshy pop, Scooby howled with orgasmic need as his own red rocket sputtered thick pre onto himself, ever closer to his climax.
With his uncle fully inside him, he gave up fully with a sigh of relief, for as much as his body was being pummelled from inside, the pleasure was overwhelming to the point he was drunk on bliss.  His mind fogged completely, his cock sputtered with a clench and finally ejaculated, but the Were-Doo didn't care and simply savoured the tight spasms of his nephew.  Harder Scooby's rear sucked him off, strangling the knotted shaft and rubbing thick over the gourd-shape that scraped hard on his gaping ring.
Spurts of doggy jizz painted Scooby-Doo's face, his tongue flopped out and tasted his own cream that the Were-Doo also slurped up and shared with him in a deep kiss.  Snowballing his nephew's seed into his mouth, they moaned together in sweet rapture when the Were-Doo came at last, and howled a monstrous sound that shook Scoobert's ribs to the core.  His heart trembled with a flickering pulse, the power of his ancestor's curse roared through his body and filled his gut with a sumptuous flood of thick jizz.
\t"MMMMMMM...GOOD PUPPY."  He grinded his shaft into the walls.  "YOU'LL BE THE SECOND-TIGHTEST ONE I'LL HAVE THIS NIGHT."
Rocking his hips gently to rub his knot all over the inside walls, the monster gripped Scooby's legs and firmly pulled out with a deafening pop, leaving a fucked-open creamy hole from the dane's rear.  But he wasn't done, when he walked along the bar and stroked over young Scrappy Doo with his sweet young balls and peeking tip.
\t"HOW DID GREAT-UNCLE'S MILK BOTTLE TASTE?" the wolf chuckled deep.  "NOW IT'S TIME TO TUCK PUPPY IN."
\t"Mmmmnnngh...h-hah, o-okay, great-uncle Doo."
The boy was now entranced in the same musky cloud that his uncle laid consumed in, when the Were-Doo picked him up in both paws and flipped him upside down to slurp at the tight pucker.  He could tell the puppy was virgin from how he yiped at the touch, the thick tongue squirming its way inside that little hole to push his ring wide with his slimy length.  Scrappy hung upside down with a dizzy head, mumbling to himself as his pot-lid helm clattered on the ground to leave him fully exposed.  Unbeknownst to both of them, Shagger-Doo had recovered himself enough to pull free from the pool table, then crawled over to their attacker.
But instead of trying to take him down, he whimpered like a bitch in heat and sniffed at the beastly taint.  He stuffed his snout beneath the tail and slurped at the spicy hole, much to the creature's bliss who pushed back against the hippie to let him feast upon his rump.  Shagger groped the thick muscular thighs and spread them wide as he could to eat out the wolf, whilst the Were-Doo pumped his tongue into the little pup's rear until Scrappy felt his guts being tickled.  It was an odd sensation but one he strangely enjoyed, as evident by his now-fully-erect stubby cock.
For once, the pup was lost for words as he dangled like a puppet, his legs twitched with a whimpering sound when the tongue squirmed and corkscrewed inside his young innards.  Then the beast flipped him back up and pushed his tight fresh hole down upon his pulsing obelisk, the veins creaked with depraved lust when he kissed his fattened glans upon the small pucker.  This one he relished, wanting to savour the virgin right next to his most beloved family member as he made sure Scooby was watching.
\t"WITNESS THE YOUNGEST LINE OF OUR FAMILY, READY TO LEARN THE TRUE POWER OF THIS CURSE!"
With a rabid cackle, he shoved Scrappy down on his dick and made the puppy shriek with a hard stretch of his little rear, despite the hefty lube of spit he had been given.  The monster groaned with deep relish, such a tight and succulent hole that strangled his girth and made it creak like rubber into the smoothest folds.  Scooby watched in a blank haze, dumbfounded by desire and too adrift to stop his nephew's anal ravaging.  Scrappy's belly started to bulge up with a familiar-looking cock shape, a vile heat surged throughout the kid's belly as he whimpered louder in a tight discomfort, that slowly but surely breached into pleasure.
Despite the sheer size of the demon's body, the werewolf took his time and clutched Scrappy-Doo like a frail doll, working the first few inches inside to grind over the walls and send ripples of newfound pleasure through the puppy.  His smaller dick sputtered a fresh new pre, a whole world of lust had been forced open upon him and his brain was scrambled with wretched lust.  His tongue flopped out and his head rolled about with each thrust the Were-Doo put in him, stuffing his guts a little further each time until his belly paunched fat.
Scooby grew hard once more from the lurid sight, as well as Shagger eating out the monster's hole with subservient tongue slorping into the folds and pump-sucking the donut with a beastly hunger.  The hippie also stroked himself with as much energy as he could, pumping his knotted shaft with hot whimpers and a wagging tail that mimicked Scrappy's growing excitement.  The rascally boy felt half the Were-Doo's spear jab into his stomach and made his body a-quiver with puppy love when the beast rubbed over his swollen belly.
\t"DO YOU FEEL IT?" he rasped.  "YOUR LEGACY...YOUR BIRTHRIGHT, TO TAKE MY SEED, AND BE MARKED WITH GREATNESS."
\t"Ahhh, A-AAAH, Y-Y-YEAH, D-DON'T STOP, PLEASE M-MISTER WERE-DOO!"
The monster chuckled at his submission when he gaped the boy wider, almost splitting Scrappy's legs apart like a gymnast mount.  So deep the pillar of flesh burrowed through him, that the pup near-imagined it was grinding on his ribcage and thumping beside his heart, whose beats were drowned out by the much stronger thudding swell of the Were-Doo's veiny meat.  One way or another, he would knot in this pup as he sunk him down further with a few last thrusts, then rubbed his fattened gourd-base on the clenching pucker.
Scrappy-Doo struggled to take all of it in, but the Were-Doo would not relent with arching hips and his savage grip.  Harder he pushed the square knot in a round hole which slowly forced apart to the absolute limit and just a bit beyond much to the shrieking howl of the pup.  Finally the pop came, a squelching suck as Scrappy nearly fainted in the beastly claws.  His cheeks were burning red, his belly bloated out to a fattening girth with the knot now wedged in his bowels.  A volcanic heat roared in his gut and his legs felt dead from exertion, but a drunken smile remained plastered on his face.
It took the Were-Doo little time to reach his second climax, and with a few last grinds of the impossibly-cramped space within the pup, he gushed a fountain of beastly jizz through Scrappy-Doo's body.  So rich was his seed that it plugged up his stomach with a groaning burble, and soon it sputtered up his throat to belch from his mouth.  He struggled to swallow it back down, the thickest saltiest cream that smothered his tongue and gummed up his throat like it did before.  But now he had gotten a taste for it, he managed to swallow it much easier to make his belly even thicker.
The Were-Doo slumped back on his rear, and smothered Shagger-Doo beneath his rump who just kept sucking away and rimming him deep.  Scrappy remained impaled on the merciless shaft, throbbing in-tune with the monstrous meat, whilst his uncle splayed out on the bar counter.  Unbeknownst to all of them, a camera remained hidden in the corner of the room, just above the broken pool table.  Far away in another location, a red-headed shape watched from his dark room.
\t"Gooood," he gave a nasty chuckle, "that stupid mutt finally got fucked 'til his brain's all scrambled!  And with his parents out the house, I can get in with my new were-pet and turn his whole house into a zoo brothel!  Imagine how shamed his whole gang will be, those stupid mystery-solving punks'll get run out of town for their beloved mascot being a cock-gobbling whore!  HAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHA-A-OW, ow, shit."
A ragged sigh came from his burly body and a creak rumbled from his chair.
\t"Still hurting from that stupid pool table, who the hell makes those things so cheap anyway, nearly broke my neck hiding that camera...heh, heheheh...that's what you get for accusing Redd Herring of everything I DIDN'T do."
A wicked smile glimmered in the dark, staring on at the screen where the Were-Doo kept being rimmed, whilst pleasuring himself with a Scrappy-Doll.  Scooby remained concussed with this mystery left unsolved, his ass still gaping and ready for another round of his family's curse.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Scooby-Doo and the Cursed Doo Manor", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "3", "name": "Violence", "description": "Mild violence", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "2", "views": "279" }