#Lesbian #Zoophilia

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George Glass

Velma and Daphne are having dinner in a fancy restaurant talking about their sex lives and how horrible it is Velma pushed her barely touched salmon around her plate, orange sweater stretching tight across her chest as she leaned forward. “It’s just… god, Daphne, I haven’t gotten laid in three months. Three fucking months.” She took a large gulp of wine. “And when I do find someone willing, they either can’t keep up mentally or physically. Usually both.”

Daphne’s perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around her martini glass. “At least you’re getting offers, Velms. Fred hasn’t touched me in weeks. Says he’s ‘too tired’ from all the trap-building.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m starting to think those ascots are cutting off circulation to more than just his brain.”

“Jinkies, that’s rough.” Velma’s thighs pressed together under the table. “I get so wet just solving a good mystery, but there’s nobody around who can… appreciate that properly.” Her nipples visibly stiffened against her sweater.

Daphne leaned closer, lowering her voice.

“Men, you can’t live with them…” they said in unison, then paused. Their eyes met across the table before both burst into bitter laughter.

Velma adjusted her glasses with one hand while downing the rest of her wine with the other. “And you sure as hell can’t get a decent orgasm from them either.” Her pussy throbbed at the admission, wetness already seeping into her crotchless panties.

“Amen to that.” Daphne flagged down a waiter for another round. “Fred thinks missionary once a month counts as romance. Meanwhile I’m at home with my vibrator more often than I’m with him.”

“At least you have someone who pretends to try.” Velma shifted in her seat, thighs rubbing together. “I’ve been masturbating to case files because actual men bore me to tears before they can even get my clothes off.”

Daphne reached across the table and squeezed Velma’s hand. “What we need is someone with brains AND stamina.”

The restaurant’s glass doors swung wide as two figures bounded through. Scooby-Doo’s familiar form was unmistakable, but beside him trotted Scrappy—no longer the tiny puppy from years ago, though still noticeably smaller than his uncle.

“Runcle Scooby! I smell rood!” Scooby’s tail wagged as he sniffed the air.

Velma’s fork clattered against her plate. “Scooby? Scrappy?” What are they doing at a place like this?

Daphne straightened in her seat, smoothing her dress. “Oh god, this is the last thing we need right now.”

Scrappy’s chest puffed out as he spotted them. “Aunt Daphne! Aunt Velma!” He bounded toward their table, Scooby lumbering behind.

Velma felt her arousal instantly evaporate, replaced by familiar exasperation. Of course. The moment I’m actually opening up about my sex life…

“Relma! Raphne!” Scooby’s tongue lolled out happily as they reached the table.Daphne looking at Scooby’s cock and then Scrappy’s cock says “I think we just found the solution to our problem Velma “

Velma’s eyes followed Daphne’s gaze downward. Her analytical mind processed what she was seeing—Scooby’s sheath hung prominently between his hind legs, the pink tip already peeking out. Scrappy’s smaller but equally visible canine anatomy drew her attention next.

Oh my god. Is she seriously suggesting… Velma’s pussy clenched involuntarily, wetness flooding her crotchless panties. That’s… that’s absolutely insane.

“Daphne, what the fuck are you—” Velma’s voice came out breathy despite her attempt at shock.

Daphne’s eyes gleamed with mischief and desperation. “Think about it, Velms. They’re loyal, they never complain, and—” she gestured subtly toward Scooby’s growing erection, “—they’re certainly… equipped.”

Scooby tilted his head, oblivious. “Rhat’s wrong?”

Scrappy bounced excitedly. “Are we having dinner together?”

Velma’s thighs clenched together as heat spread through her core. This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong. But god, I’m already soaking wet…

Daphne stood, smoothing her dress. “Why don’t we take this conversation somewhere more… private?”

Velma grabbed her purse from the table, brain already racing despite the alcohol warming her veins. “Come on boys, we have a new case. No Fred and no Shaggy.” Her nipples pressed hard against her sweater as arousal mixed with investigative excitement.

Daphne stood smoothly, crimson lips curling into a wicked smile. “The Case of the Missing Cock.”

Scooby’s ears perked up. “Roh roy! Re’re rookingror a roosrer?” His tail wagged enthusiastically.

Oh fuck, this is actually happening. Velma’s pussy clenched as she watched Scooby’s sheath, the pink tip still visible. Her analytical mind catalogued details—size, girth potential, stamina possibilities—while her body responded with increasing wetness.

Scrappy bounced between them. “A rooster case? I can handle this! Let me at ’em!”

Daphne’s hand settled on Velma’s lower back, fingers sliding dangerously close to her ass. “Should we take them back to your place? It’s closer.”

Scooby sniffed the air curiously. “Rhat’s rat rmell?”

The Mystery Machine’s interior smelled like old dog and stale pizza as Velma climbed into the back seat. Daphne slid behind the wheel, adjusting the rearview mirror while Scooby and Scrappy piled in after Velma.

Daphne’s eyes found Velma’s in the mirror as the engine rumbled to life. “Is Scrappy even big enough—size and age wise—to get an erection?”

Good question. Velma’s analytical mind kicked in despite her arousal. She glanced down at Scrappy beside her, his smaller frame curled against the seat.

Scrappy’s chest puffed out. “Hey! I’m plenty grown up! Uncle Scooby, tell them!”

“Rcrappy’s rot a ruppy ranymore,” Scooby confirmed, tongue lolling.

Velma’s thighs pressed together as heat pooled between them. We’re actually discussing this. We’re actually going to…

Daphne pulled onto the street. “Well, we’ll find out soon enough.”

Sitting next to Scrappy Velma reaching under him begins stroking Scrappy’s cock instinctively Scrappy rolls his hips as he gets hard Velma’s fingers wrapped around the warm flesh emerging from Scrappy’s sheath. Oh god, he’s actually getting hard. The smaller dog’s cock swelled against her palm, surprisingly thick as it extended from its protective covering.

“Raunt Relma?” Scrappy’s hips bucked instinctively into her grip, his breathing quickening.

Daphne’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, catching the movement. “Jinkies indeed.” Her voice came out husky. “Looks like he’s plenty grown up.”

Velma’s pussy throbbed as she felt Scrappy’s erection pulse in her hand. I’m actually jerking off a dog in the Mystery Machine. Her analytical mind catalogued the size—smaller than Scooby’s would likely be, but substantial enough.

Scooby’s nose twitched from the front seat. “Rat’s rat rmell ragain?”

“Almost there,” Daphne announced, pulling onto her street.

The apartment door clicked shut behind them. Daphne’s hands cupped Velma’s face, pulling her into a deep kiss. Her tongue pushed past Velma’s lips, tasting wine and desperation.

Oh fuck. Velma’s pussy flooded as Daphne’s body pressed against hers. Her nipples ached against the tight sweater, crushed between their chests.

Scooby and Scrappy padded into the living room. “Rhat are rey doing?” Scooby’s head tilted.

Daphne broke the kiss, leaving Velma breathless. “Why don’t you boys make yourselves comfortable on the couch?” Her hand slid down to squeeze Velma’s ass through her skirt. “We’ll be right with you.”

Scrappy bounded onto the leather sofa. “This is the best case ever!”

Velma’s glasses fogged as she watched both dogs settle onto the furniture, their cocks still partially visible from the car ride. This is really happening.

Daphne’s fingers found the hem of Velma’s sweater. “Ready to solve this mystery?”The girls strip off their clothes and kiss again. gently cupping each other’s breasts

Velma’s sweater came off first, revealing her large breasts constrained in a simple white bra. Daphne unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet to expose matching purple lingerie. Their lips met again, tongues sliding together as hands explored newly exposed skin.

Her breasts are so soft. Velma’s fingers traced the curves of Daphne’s chest, thumbs brushing over hardened nipples through the fabric.

Daphne’s palms cupped Velma’s breasts, squeezing gently. “God, these are perfect.” Her thumbs circled the sensitive peaks.

Velma’s pussy throbbed, wetness soaking through her panties. This is better than any mystery.

Scrappy’s voice piped up from the couch. “Are we still solving the case?”

Scooby’s nose twitched rapidly. “Rat rmell ris retting rtronger!”

Daphne broke the kiss, her lipstick smeared. “Patience, boys.” She reached behind to unhook her bra. “We’re just getting started with the investigation.”

Velma fumbled with her own bra clasp, letting her breasts bounce free. Her nipples stood hard and prominent.

Their remaining clothes fell away in a trail from living room to bedroom. Velma climbed onto the bed, positioning herself over Daphne’s face before lowering down. Her wet pussy pressed against Daphne’s mouth as she dove between the redhead’s thighs.

Oh fuck, her tongue—Velma’s thought cut off as Daphne’s skilled mouth found her clit. She buried her face in Daphne’s pussy, licking along the slick folds.

From the doorway, Scooby’s cock emerged fully from its sheath. “Rhat are rey doing row?”

Scrappy bounded onto the bed, his smaller erection bobbing. “Can we join in?”

Daphne pulled away from Velma’s pussy long enough to gasp, “Not yet, boys. Just… mmph… watch for now.”

Velma’s tongue circled Daphne’s clit as arousal flooded through her. God, I needed this.

Velma’s tongue worked faster against Daphne’s clit, determined to make her cum before involving the dogs. Need to know I can still get off without them. Her own pussy throbbed as Daphne’s mouth sucked hard on her swollen nub.

Daphne’s thighs trembled, squeezing around Velma’s head. Her fingers dug into Velma’s ass cheeks, spreading them as her tongue plunged deeper. Fuck yes, right there.

Velma ground down against Daphne’s face, her large breasts swaying as she licked and sucked. Wetness coated both their chins as they devoured each other with increasing desperation.

Scooby’s cock dripped precum onto the hardwood floor. “Ran re join ret?”

Scrappy paced at the foot of the bed, his smaller erection bobbing. “Uncle Scooby, I don’t understand what they’re doing.”

Daphne pulled away just long enough to moan, “Almost… there…”

Daphne’s body convulsed beneath Velma, thighs clamping around her head as a guttural scream tore from her throat. Her pussy spasmed against Velma’s mouth before a jet of fluid erupted, spraying across the bedroom and splattering against the far wall. Wave after wave of squirt pulsed out as Daphne bucked wildly.

Holy fuck! Velma held on, face drenched as another torrent gushed over her chin and breasts.

“FUCK! Oh god, Velma!” Daphne’s voice cracked, hips jerking uncontrollably.

Scooby jumped back as liquid splashed near his paws. “Roly row!”

Scrappy’s eyes widened. “What just happened?”

Daphne’s trembling finally subsided, her body going limp as aftershocks rippled through her. She gasped for air, pussy still twitching.

Velma lifted her head, glasses askew and face glistening. “Jinkies.”

Daphne’s mouth sealed back around Velma’s clit, tongue flicking rapidly as her fingers plunged deep into the soaking pussy above her. *Need to make her cum just as hard.* She curled her fingers, finding that sensitive spot while sucking hard.

Velma’s thighs quaked, her large breasts heaving as pleasure coiled tighter in her core. “Oh fuck, Daphne, I’m—” Her words dissolved into a sharp cry as orgasm slammed through her. Pussy clenching around Daphne’s fingers, she gushed wetness over the redhead’s face.

“Roh roy!” Scooby’s tail wagged as he watched Velma’s body shake.

Scrappy’s cock throbbed visibly. “Are they done investigating now?”

Velma collapsed forward, gasping against Daphne’s thigh. That was… intense. Her pussy still twitched with aftershocks.

Daphne licked her lips, tasting Velma’s arousal. “Now we test our real theory.”

Daphne stayed on the bed, ass raised as she looked over her shoulder. “Come here, Scooby.” Her voice came out breathy with anticipation.

Scooby bounded onto the mattress, his larger frame mounting Daphne from behind. His cock pressed against her entrance, pink and slick as it found its target. “Rokay, Raphne!”

Velma dropped to all fours on the floor beside the bed, spreading her thighs as wetness dripped down her legs. Her large breasts hung beneath her, nipples hard. “Do what your Uncle Scooby is doing, Scrappy.”

Oh god, I’m actually doing this. Her pussy clenched in anticipation.

Scrappy’s smaller paws scrambled onto her back, his cock poking against her thighs as he tried to find the right angle. “Like this, Aunt Velma?”

Above them, Scooby’s hips thrust forward, his cock sliding into Daphne’s pussy.

“Fuck yes!” Daphne gasped.

Scooby’s hips drove forward, his thick cock sinking deeper into Daphne’s pussy with each thrust. “Roh roh roh!” His claws scraped against the sheets as he pounded into her.

Daphne’s fingers clutched the bedding. “Fuck, he’s so big!”

Below them, Scrappy’s smaller cock missed its mark, pressing against Velma’s tight asshole instead. He thrust forward enthusiastically, the tip pushing past the resistance.

“Wrong hole, Scrappy!” Velma gasped, but her pussy clenched at the unexpected penetration. Oh god, that’s my ass. The burn mixed with arousal as he worked deeper.

“Sorry, aunt Velma!” Scrappy whimpered but didn’t stop, his instincts taking over as he humped faster.

Scooby’s knot began to swell at Daphne’s entrance, stretching her wider. “Rit’s rorig!”

Daphne moaned, pushing back against him. “Don’t stop, Scooby! Give it all to me!”

Scooby’s powerful hips slammed against Daphne’s ass, his thick cock pounding into her pussy with primal intensity. Each thrust shook the bed frame as his knot swelled larger, stretching her entrance. “Roh! Roh! ROH!”

Daphne’s arms gave out, face pressed into the mattress as she screamed. “FUCK! His knot’s so fucking big!”

Below, Scrappy’s smaller cock pistoned in and out of Velma’s tight asshole. His front paws scrabbled against her back, claws leaving red marks on her pale skin as he humped frantically.

Oh god, he’s fucking my ass so hard. Velma’s large breasts swayed beneath her, pussy dripping onto the floor. The burn of anal penetration mixed with overwhelming arousal. Her glasses slipped down her nose as Scrappy’s enthusiastic thrusts rocked her forward.

“Ris reels rood!” Scrappy whimpered, his smaller knot beginning to swell at Velma’s stretched rim.

Scooby’s knot popped fully inside Daphne with a wet squelch.

“FUCK YES!”

His knot locked in Scooby’s thrusts slow down as he begins cumming inside of Daphne. Scrappy’s knot popped inside of Velma’s ass. Scooby’s massive body shuddered, his thrusts slowing to a grind as his cock pulsed inside Daphne. Hot cum flooded her pussy, each spurt making her gasp. “Roh… Roh… Rooby Rooby Roo!” His hips jerked with each wave of release.

“Fuck, I can feel it filling me up!” Daphne moaned, her walls clenching around his knot.

Scrappy’s smaller knot popped past Velma’s rim with a wet sound, locking them together. Oh god, he’s stuck in my ass. His cock throbbed as warmth spread inside her. “aunt Velma!” His little body trembled against her back.

Velma’s pussy dripped onto the floor, untouched but throbbing with need. The fullness in her ass sent shocks through her core. “Jinkies…”

Scooby collapsed onto Daphne’s back, panting heavily. His knot kept them locked together as cum leaked around it.

Scrappy whimpered, trying to pull out but held tight by his swollen knot. “I can’t move!”

Daphne lifted her head weakly. “Looks like we’re stuck this way for a while.”

Daphne’s body convulsed as another orgasm ripped through her, triggered by the relentless flood of hot cum pumping into her pussy. “FUCK! He’s still cumming!” Her walls spasmed around Scooby’s knot, milking more from his throbbing cock.

Scooby whimpered, hips jerking as another thick spurt filled her. “Roh! Roh!”

Behind Velma, Scrappy’s smaller cock pulsed inside her tight ass. Hot cum flooded her bowels as his knot kept them locked together. Oh god, I can feel every spurt. The warmth spreading inside made her pussy clench desperately around nothing.

“i’m xoming too!” Scrappy’s voice cracked, his little body shaking against her back.

Velma’s glasses fogged as she gasped, ass stretched around his swollen knot. More cum leaked past the seal, dripping down onto the floor.

Daphne collapsed forward, Scooby’s weight pressing her into the mattress. “Best mystery we’ve ever solved.”

Scooby’s knot pulled free from Daphne’s pussy with a wet pop, releasing a flood of cum that poured down her thighs onto the sheets. His cock still dripped as he stumbled backward off the bed.

Velma’s body seized up, back arching as orgasm crashed through her without warning. “FUCK!” Her pussy gushed onto the floor, squirting as Scrappy’s cock continued pulsing inside her ass. Wave after wave of cum filled her bowels while her untouched clit throbbed.

Can’t stop cumming! Her large breasts swung wildly as convulsions wracked her frame.

Scrappy whimpered, still locked inside as his small body shook. “i can’t stop!”

Daphne rolled onto her side, legs trembling as Scooby’s cum leaked from her used pussy. “Holy fuck, Velma.”

Scrappy’s knot finally shrank enough to slip free from Velma’s stretched asshole with a wet sound. Cum leaked from her gaping hole as she collapsed forward onto her hands, gasping. Holy fuck, I just got ass-fucked by a dog.

“aunt elma, that was amazing!” Scrappy licked her shoulder blade enthusiastically.

Daphne propped herself up on one elbow, watching Scooby’s cum continue dripping from her pussy. Her red hair stuck to her sweaty face. “We should probably clean up before heading home.” She gestured weakly at the mess coating both of them.

Velma’s legs trembled as she tried to stand, more of Scrappy’s cum leaking down her thighs. Her large breasts hung heavy, nipples still hard.

“Ran re ro ragain?” Scooby’s tail wagged despite his exhaustion.

Sunlight filtered through Daphne’s bedroom curtains, warming the tangled sheets where both women lay naked. Velma stirred first, her glasses crooked on her face. Dried cum flaked on her inner thighs as she shifted.

What did we do last night? Her analytical mind replayed the events—the dogs, the sex, everything.

Scooby’s snoring rumbled from the floor beside the bed, his large form sprawled on a throwrug. Scrappy lay curled against his uncle’s belly, smaller body rising and falling with each breath.

Daphne’s eyes fluttered open, red hair a wild mess around her face. She winced as she moved, feeling the soreness between her legs. “Fuck.” Her voice came out raspy.

Velma’s large breasts pressed against the mattress as she propped herself up on one elbow. “We actually did that.”

“Roodrorning,” Scooby yawned, his tongue lolling out.

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