Christmas One Shot 2023

22 December 2023

Logan International Airport, outside of Boston Mass.

Velma sat at the isle side seat of the two seat section, the window seat to her left empty. She was reviewing notes on particle physics from her lab experiments.

“Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three… Merry Christmas,” A voice came from Velma’s right.

Velma looked over at the sources of the voice and there was a short man in a suit and Christmas hat.

“Merry Christmas,” Velma said before turning back to her notes.

“I’m in Seat twenty-three a, the window,” the man said holding up a boarding pass.

“Oh, sorry, sorry,” Velma said getting up and making way for the man to take the empty seat next to her.

“No problem miss,” the man said as he slid a briefcase under the seat in front of him and climbed into the chair, “No problem. Fascinating book?”

“What?” Velma asked as she sat back down with the not book in her hand, “Oh, no stuff from my work.”

Velma looked over a smiled at the man, only he was gazing at her intently.

“Peter Penworth, I am a profiler,” the man smiled after a long second, “My firm works with large retail companies to try and figure our their client base.”

“Sounds fascinating,” Velma said.

“Yeah, unfortunately it is one of those things that is just hard to turn off,” Peter shrugged, “Like you, I can tell you are quite comfortable with flying, but today you are very nervous.”

Velma didn’t know how to respond to the short man next to her.

“You don’t have to answer, but I think I can already tell you the answers,” Peter said, “You are not taking a connection flight in New York at least not right away, are you? Are you meeting with someone you know in the city? Have you told them you have feelings for them?”

Velma put the notebook flat on her lap and looked down at it for a moment.

“Am I that obvious?” Velma whispered.

“I am a professional,” Peter said, “My advice, tell them how you feel. You never know when it will be too late. I waited too long to tell Karrie.”

“What happened to her?” Velma asked.

“She died in a crash a few years ago, blizzard. If there is so much as a cloud in the sky, I will not fly,” Peter said.

“I am sorry,” Velma blushed again.

“It’s not your fault,” Peter smiled, “But say something, before it is too late.”

*

FBI Phone intercept.

[Shagworthy] Hello?

[Unknown Female] Shagworthy, it’s me. I hate to impose, but I seem stuck in the states at the moment, mind if I hang you with you for Christmas?

[Shagworthy] What? I don’t mind, but the problem is I am in Miami and about to get on a cruise ship for a week long tour of the Caribbean.

[Unknown Female] Drat.

[Shagworthy] Look, if you don’t mind… My nephew and his dog are watching my place for Christmas… I will call him and tell him to go pick you up from the airport. Which one are you coming into? Bradley or Logan?

(Brief Silence)

[Shagworthy] You are already at the train station aren’t you? I will call him and have him pick you up, he has my green Explorer.

[Unknown Female] Have him call me at this number when he gets here.

*

Velma sat in the backseat of the SUV that had been hired for her. Seems that the idea of her taking the public shuttle and then a subway across New York City was too dangerous to contemplate. Velma was surprised to see the man holding a sign with her name on it, much more when he told her to use her speed dial to talk to the man that hired her and it all checked out. Velma looked back down at the pair of mini candy canes. She thought of Peter, the, well, short man who gave to her. She didn’t want to call him a midget or dwarf, but he did look like a young version of that guy who plaid Willow the dwarf in the movie. Flipping the candy canes over in their plastic wrappers, Velma thought of what the man had said to her.

“Here’s a love potion for you and your special friend,” Peter had said.

Velma had of course balked at the idea, which caused Peter to giggle a bit.

“Of course there is no such thing as love potions,” Peter smiled, “Truth is around this time of year I have kids thinking I am one of Santa’s Elves, so I keep a few in my pocket for the nice kids.”

Velma smiled.

“We are here miss Dinkley,” the driver said.

Velma was ushered into the old factory turned photography studio. The Receptionist escorted her into one of the massive factory floors turned Photography area. Had Velma been drinking a cup of coffee, she would have probably spit it all over the receptionist in front of her when she looked at the source of her name being called.

“Velma! I am so glad you made it! You are here early!” Daphne shouted from the middle of the room.

Velma was shocked at the sight of the costume Daphne was wearing. The black pants, purple blouse and black skinny tie might have been expected as something to see in an office, but they had a high glossy shine and were skin tight. Her boots were something that Velma might have expected on a stripper, and her jacket was a black leather motor jacket.

“Daphne?” Velma called back in slight disbelief at the sight of her friend.

Daphne’s outfit sounded like three balloons being rubbed together as she came over as fast as she could in ten inch heeled boots. Looking at the scene she had left made the outfit a little less fantastic, it was a black and purple motorcycle next to an office desk in some sort of black and chrome science fiction setting.

“You are earlier that I was expecting!” Daphne said hugging Velma.

The smell of rubber and leather hit the brunet as she was pressed against the redhead’s chest.

“It seems that your father hired one of those SUV limos to pick me up at the airport and bring me right over,” Velma said, “I know you said you working and would be at a photography studio, but what the heck?”

“Oh this?” Daphne said stepping back and twirling around, “While I am a fashionista, even I thought it was a bit much at first, but it is growing on me.”

“What is it?” Velma reached up to inspect the tie.

“Latex rubber,” Daphne pulled the shining rubber tie free and flicked it in front of Velma’s face, “They made up this rubber corporate number just for me.”

“I can see my reflection in the tie,” Velma said grabbing the end and holding it still, “That still doesn’t explain what is going on here.”

“Oh, Dad wants me to be the face of Blake E-Motors, we are going to launch our first product at a trade show in January,” Daphne taking her tie back and unzipping the leather jacket to tuck her tie back in, “Right now we are taking the publicity stills for the promotional material we are going to have for the show. This is the ‘high tech futurism’ stuff and after lunch I am going to have to put on a Poison Ivy floral bathing suit and we will do the ‘eco friendly’ shots.”

“I’ll put your bags in the guest area for you miss Dinkley,” the forgotten receptionist said.

“Yes thanks,” Velma muttered as she watched Daphne turn and strut back to the stage.

“Miss Blake, we need a few more of you holding the helmet next to the bike,” the photographer said, “Then a few on the bike for the split banners.”

“The what?” Velma asked.

“A real version of this,” A woman in a polo shirt handed Velma a tablet.

On the screen was a poorly done composite photo, on the left was a woman wearing a leopard print bikini in a jungle setting, on the right was a different woman in a cybergoth outfit and super imposed in front was the poorly cut out front of a motorcycle. Each donor photo has a different stock photo company water mark and across the middle was a “Idea Sample” water mark.

“Ok, ah…” Velma stammered as she handed the tablet back to the woman in the polo.

“Jenny, I am with the marketing company,” the woman smiled.

“How are you planning on doing that?” Velma asked.

“Kevin said they will rig up the motorcycle on stands and take a few shots of Miss Blake against a city backdrop,” Jenny shrugged, “Then when they do the ‘eco girl’ stuff, they will do more shots of Miss Blake in the same rig with a jungle backdrop. Match it up in photoshop. Overlay the logo, add the legal and send it to the printers.”

“Oh…” Velma said.

“Might as well hit the catering table and then take a seat, got another hour before lunch break,” Jenny said.

*

Shaggy sat behind the wheel of the old green Ford Explorer as he slowly pulled up near the train station.

“Like is me, or are those guys in black looking for someone Scoob?” Shaggy asked seeing the bunch of men in bulky black coats standing around.

“Raggy, on the reft,” Scooby said pointing over Shaggy’s shoulder.

Shaggy looked to the left and then his cell phone rang. There was a woman in an old fashion hooded coat putting a cellphone to her ear. The phone in the cup holder next to Shaggy started to ring.

“Like hello?” Shaggy said as he hit the answer button.

“Unlock the doors, I am going to cross the street, hopefully those men don’t see me,” a woman’s voice came over the car speakers.

“Like go for it,” Shaggy hit the power locks, “Scooby get ready for plan 93D.”

“Right Raggy,” Scooby muttered as he hopped in the back seat.

The woman pulled open the door and Scooby pulled her in the quickly shut the door. Before Shaggy could do anything, two of the guys in the black outfits were in front of the Explorer and as Shaggy looked in the rearview mirrors, another pair were behind him. A fifth man appeared at the passenger side door knocking on the window, he was reaching in his coat. Shaggy hit the button for the electric window.

“Like can I help you?” Shaggy said much calmer than he felt.

“Open up, a wanted fugitive got in the vehicle!” the man snapped.

“Like no way,” Shaggy acted surprised.

“I see her right there!” the man pointed at the passenger seat behind Shaggy.

“Oh… Hay Scoob, Granny time!” Shaggy giggled, “Like be a gentleman and open the door for the little old lady.”

Shaggy put the vehicle in park as the man moved back and opened the passenger side door. Scooby came out wearing a brownish gray wig and the woman’s coat that the other woman had just been wearing. Everyone turned and watched the Great Dane walk around on his hind legs howling and barking in a parody of a confused old lady. Scooby even went so far as to lick the man who opened the door on the cheek. The man came back and glared at Shaggy through the window.

“Like he can also make a sandwich disappear right out of your hand,” Shaggy added.

“Take your dog and get out of here!” the man snapped.

“Scooby! Door please?” Shaggy said.

Scooby got in the rear passenger’s seats just before the man slammed the door shut. Shaggy put the truck in gear and drove off.

*

Velma was watching as Daphne was doing some more poses for the photographer. She swore at one point, Daphne and the photographer were talking about her, and now the poses seemed a little less professional and bit more suggestive. She absents mindedly had the pair of candy canes in her hand as she watched from her seat next to the catering table.

“I need a drink!” Daphne declared after a string of shots with her bending over.

Velma watched as her friend walked over to her with a smile.

“This is such a workout, I am sweeting like I ran a marathon,” Daphne said as she went to the water bottles next to Velma, “Oh, can I have one?”

“Wha?” Velma stammered.

“The candy canes? Where did you get them?” Daphne asked.

“OH, ah, they had them at the airport… Christmas and all of that,” Velma said.

“Mind if I get one? I really should be drinking a sports drink or something, but I can’t suck down calories and expect them to all go into a black hole like Shaggy and Scooby,” Daphne said as she opened the bottled water.

“Sure,” Velma said, not thinking.

“Thanks,” Daphne grabbed one and pulled it out of the plastic wrapper, “A little bit longer and we are breaking for lunch. And after lunch I get to dress like Poison Ivy…”

Velma watched as Daphne put the miniature candy cane in her mouth and quickly started to chomp on it, she then chugged down the rest of the bottled water and put in the recycling bin between Velma and the catering table. Velma watched as her friend sauntered back towards the center of the stage.

“Well, I guess I have to now,” Velma muttered quietly as she put to other candy cane in her mouth.

*

Shaggy closed the door to the garage before going back to the SUV. Scooby came out of the rear passenger seat and wagged his tail. Shaggy went and lifted up the bench of the rear seat and revealed the woman curled up in the hidden compartment.

“Sorry about that, like we had to make sure we they didn’t see you on the way home,” Shaggy said.

“We were followed?” the woman asked.

“Most likely, but they can’t see us in here,” Shaggy said, “And there is an underground passage from here to the castle.”

“A little help love, my leg seems a bit cramped,” the woman extended a hand.

“No problem,” Shaggy helped the woman up and out of the compartment.

She was about five foot ten tall and slim with a lean muscular build. She had brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin and cute English accent.

“Like who are you?” Shaggy asked as he released her hand.

“Lady Lara Croft,” Lara smiled as she straightened herself out, “And you must be Norville, Lord Shagworthy’s nephew.”

“Please call me Shaggy,” Shaggy responded.

“What is with that compartment?” Lara thumbed over her shoulder.

“Part of how Uncle Shagworthy transports his jewels around,” Shaggy shrugged, “Out of sight, out of mind, right? How do you know Uncle Shagworthy?”

“I am one of the people who deals with him, I do evaluations for him and he finds particular jewels for me to complete artifacts,” Lara smiled.

“Come on, lets get inside the castle,” Shaggy shrugged.

*

Lunch was nice, a local pizza place. Velma and Daphne sat together sharing a pizza while the photographer and his crew were having another at the table next to them. Each had a ‘house salad’ and two slices of pepperoni pizza.

“So how long does it take to make all of that?” Velma pointed at the black latex pants on her friend.

“I got fitted for them about three weeks ago,” Daphne shrugged, “This campaign has been in the planning for a few months now.”

“It must have been,” Velma said, “How did your father come up with this?”

“The marketing campaign? No, he didn’t come up with it, the marketing company did. The only thing he insisted on, was that as the VP of this company,” Daphne took a sip of her diet root beer, “I be the face at the launch.”

“How did you get that job?” Velma asked.

“Believe it or not, he told me to apply at a company office and had them do a blind interview and hire,” Daphne shrugged, “The HR department from one of his buddies’ companies did the vetting and recommended hiring me. So how are things at MIT?”

“They are coming together,” Velma said, “The thermal limitation of the laser emitter systems has been a problem, but I think we have them more or less figured out.”

“Will the university approve any modifications?” Daphne asked.

“They have, but we can’t get the approved contractors in till the middle of January,” Velma shrugged, “And the university is insisting that it be their certified and approved contractors.”

“Velma, I kind of said we would go out to a club party tonight,” Daphne said slightly sheepishly, “It is being run by a bunch of the people from the marketing company and the clothing shop that made the costumes… thing is, it has a dress code and I kind of had them make something for you…”

“Sure,” Velma shrugged, “Can’t be any worse than the ugly sweater party we had on Tuesday.”

*

Shaggy sat in front of the couch reading the book on roman empire that his uncle had left out for him. Scooby was laying in front of the faux fireplace bathing in the heat.

“I can’t describe how much better I feel after that meal and shower,” Lara said as she entered the room, “Your uncle wasn’t kidding when he said you two were chow hounds.”

Scooby snickered.

“Can I ask a question?” Shaggy asked.

“Ask as many as you want?” Lara said as she came around the side of the couch.

Shaggy was struck by the image of her for a second, she was wearing an oversized tan wool sweater, tight black leggings, a pair of grey knee-high boot socks and some fuzzy slippers. Rather than hide her figure, the sweater tented out to highlight her D cups and bounced back and forth, highlighting her trim waist with each step.

“Like, ahh… Like why did those guys say you were a criminal?” Shaggy shook his head.

“Well, did they show you any badges?” Lara asked as she took a seat next to Shaggy on the couch, “They probably figured that you would hand me over if they pretended to be police. They were trying to kidnap me since I am a lady of a rather large estate in the UK and can afford to do regular trade with your uncle.”

“Yeah, they didn’t have police or badges at all,” Shaggy stuck a slip of paper in the book and closed it.

“I have been doing an appraisal tour of various private collections when they tried to grab me,” Lara said, “Between how much my estate will pay to get me back and me knowing what all sorts of rich people have in their private collections, I probably looked alike a giant piggy bank.”

“I don’t think you look like a piggy bank,” Shaggy smiled.

“Well you don’t look like a five star chef, but that lunch was amazing,” Lara countered, “Even if someone did steal a sandwich right out of my hand.”

Scooby giggled softly.

“What can I say,” Shaggy shrugged, “We are just a couple of chow hounds.”

“True sons of the house Shagworthy,” Lara smiled.

Lara scooted over and leaned against Shaggy an looked at Scooby and the faux fireplace.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I just need a brake for a while and don’t want to be alone,” Lara said.

“Like, not at all,” Shaggy said, “Sounds like you need a rest, I am just going to read my book, k?”

Shaggy opened his book and read while Lara just relaxed and enjoyed the soft human touch of the man.

*

Velma’s jaw dropped at the sight of the ‘Poison Ivy’ outfit that Daphne had been referencing. It was a once piece bathing suit made of green rubber with rubber leaves glued on to make it look like it was all leaves and flowers. It showed off her body perfectly. Daphne smiled at Velma and poked her nose with a finger.

“I see I have the powers of Poison Ivy already,” Daphne giggled.

“I mean, you look a little too close to here,” Velma said.

“I do have the hair down already, don’t I?” Daphne looked at her self in the mirror, “This bush actually does wonders… my butt is highlighted, but completely covered!”

“Yeah,” Velma agreed sheepishly.

“Well time to get back to work,” Daphne said.

Velma watched as Daphne sauntered off to the now jungle setting stage.

*

Lara had a hint of panic when Scooby suddenly got up and looked around. But Shaggy had reassured her that he simply needed to go outside. Wrapping a blanked around herself, she went with Shaggy to the small porch and watched as Scooby went sniffing around the snow-covered trees of the garden. Lara couldn’t help but lean against Shaggy and put a blanket covered arm around him.

“You know, this is so far from the normal of my life, it feels nice,” Lara said.

“Yeah, like, I know a few people throw my uncle, they all seem, like, rather crazy to me,” Shaggy shrugged.

“High Society can be rather peril less,” Lara agreed.

Scooby came up and stopped just short of the pair and grinned. He then shook his coat and showered the area with the melted snow on his fur.

“Like thanks Scoob,” Shaggy rolled his eyes, “Sorry about that Lara. Come buddy, let’s get you dried off.”

Lara followed as Shaggy brought Great Dane into the mud room and grabbed some old towels and dried off the massive dog with care. Lara grabbed another towel and joined in. She felt a trust with the boy. He probably didn’t have the education that she had, she had skipped ahead a few years and already had a doctoral degree in Archeology, but he was about the same age as her and real person. Such a contrast to some many people she knew in her circles.

*

Velma didn’t understand why Daphne had insisted that they both take showers as soon as they got back to her Hotel Suite and ate a few slices of the pizza. Velma got out of the shower to find her clothes gone and Daphne wrapped in a towel with a pair of large shopping bags.

“Ok, so here is your outfit for the club party,” Daphne handed Velma one bag, “There is a bottle of lube in there to get dressed. Now please Velma, I had this made especially for you for this party.”

“Ok,” Velma said a little nervous.

She took the offered bag and went back into the bathroom. At the top was a note, it had instructions for Velma to follow.

“First get completely naked,” Velma read and took off the towel wrapped around her body, “Check. Second get pur dressing aid and rub on body like lotion. Let’s see… oh my.”

Velma was surprised that the bottle was a full gallon and had a hand pump top like a bottle of hand sanitizer or shampoo. Velma did as she was instructed, then went on with the instructions…

*

“Mind if we listen to some Rag Time?” Lara asked.

“No problem,” Shaggy said from the oven.

Lara put a Jopplien record on the player.

“I never understood why your uncle never got a TV what so ever,” Lara said as she started the record.

Lara danced back across the kitchen towards Shaggy and Scooby.

“It was never something he really cared about,” Shaggy shrugged, “I mean he has a smart phone and a computer up in his office, but he never cared for TV.”

“Well, he has a rather extensive collection of classic records,” Lara noted.

Lara came up next to Shaggy and put her hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry, no, like you don’t want me to take my eyes of these,” Shaggy said, “Scooby, like dance with the lady.”

Scooby got up on his hind legs and started to dance around with Lara as she put her hands down by her sides and tap-danced to the music. Scooby tried to keep in tone with Lara and the music.

*

Velma and Daphne stood next to each other looking at their reflections in the elevator. Velma had the zipper of the black combination of moto Jacket and trench coat open revealing her outfit; an orange turtle necked body suit with a keyhole above her bust and a zipper hidden in the back, a red brown knee long circle skirt, an orange pair of Knee socks, and black laced up knee boots. Daphne stood next to Velma wearing a lavender and purple Skater dress with a back zipper under the purple pvc trench coat and lavender thigh boots. Velma didn’t find the latex bodysuit all that comfortable at first, but Daphne’s compliments made Velma much more enthusiastic about wearing it.

The elevator dinged and the two young women stepped out. They were now in a small hallway, with a door guarded by a man in a suit at one end and a door marked fire escape/ stairs at the other. Daphne started to fish out her id as she started towards the man and Velma did likewise following her red haired friend.

“Miss Blake and guest, go right in, show your IDs to the woman with the wrist bands,” the man said as they approached.

The pair went in as the man opened the door for them and inside was a wonderland… a two story dance club in the middle of a New York Sky Scrapper, and all around there were women in similar shiny outfits. Daphne led Velma to the woman with the wrist bands and took her id out.

“Miss D Blake and guest,” Daphne said, “Velma show her your ID.”

The woman took the IDs and looked at them, she then handed the two a pair of ID lanyards with VIP on them and a RFID chip visible.

“Your coats and purses? Payment will be collected when you scan out for the night,” the woman said.

Daphne and Velma each took their lanyards and then Daphne led Velma to the dance floor.

*

Lara sat next to Shaggy at the island of the kitchen. Their empty plates in the sink.

“Are you a history buff?” Lara asked Shaggy.

“Not really,” Shaggy shrugged.

“Then why read that book?” Lara asked.

“Uncle Shagworthy wanted me to read it,” Shaggy said, “Seems he is going to have me handle some trips to do work with Roman stuff… So he left out this book for me to read.”

“Do you find history boaring?” Lara asked.

“Like no, it can be like totally fascinating…” Shaggy said.

“But?” Lara prompted.

Shaggy picked up the closed book and held it so Lara could see that it was a good four inches thick at the spine. Lara looked down, a grin cracked across her face and she then chuckled lightly.

“Historians can be rather long winded at time,” Lara said, “I should know, I have to deal with them as colleagues.”

“Like it would be easier to get excited about if there was… like a more human connection,” Shaggy said before holding up the book again, “Like this is just telling me all the horrible things some guy named Tiberius did as the Emperor of Rome.”

“Well a lot of what we know now about mental health wasn’t a thing back in the day,” Lara shrugged, “And for some people, it allowed them to not only survive, but thrive in trying times.”

“Like I guess, but just reading here how he divorced his wife because his adopted father said to,” Shaggy put the book back up, “And then marrying your adopted sister because Dad told you too? Kind of messed up. What about marrying for love? Or at least great sex?”

Lara started to giggle.

“What?” Shaggy asked.

“That is a foreign concept to these people,” Lara said, “I have had to swing by the halls of government and am in the halls of academia… Do you know how often some old creep just expects me to drop my skirt for a quicky so he can get off and leave me hanging?”

“Like a few too many times?” Shaggy shrugged.

“Yes, and I get their harpy wives coming after me accusing me of being after their sleaze-bag husband when he came on to me!” Lara huffed.

“Like I have never had that problem,” Shaggy said, “I mean Daphne suggested we be in an open relationship since we were bouncing all over the place.”

“Daphne?” Lara asked with peaked interest.

“For me, she was literally the girl next door,” Shaggy shrugged, “Like her family lived in the house behind the fence from mine.”

“So the girl next door, your first?” Lara asked.

“No, that would have been Velma,” Shaggy said at the memory.

“Velma? A cheerleader?” Lara asked.

“No, she was a cute nerdy girl,” Shaggy said, “Like head of the chess club.”

“Ah, so just the two then?” Lara asked.

“Well there was Googie,” Shaggy said.

“Googie?” Lara said, “Are you making this up?”

“No, that was her nickname,” Shaggy chuckled, “Like a cheerleader with an auto mechanic fetish.”

“An auto mechanic fetish?” Lara chuckled.

“Like seriously,” Shaggy said, “Like she was a total gear head. That’s how I met her, I was doing some car racing stuff and she like showed up one day and offered to help. Ended up being my pit crew, and my girlfriend for a while.”

“What happened?” Lara asked.

“I won a race in Europe and it seems she caught the eye of a Formula One team and went on to run one of their pit teams,” Shaggy said, “We said our good byes and left on friendly terms.”

“God that sounds so wholesome,” Lara rolled her eyes, “My love life sounds down right dirty in comparison.”

“It can’t be that bad,” Shaggy said.

“My first boy was a fellow fifteen-year-old in the closet at my graduation party when I got with primary schools early was about to head off to Uni,” Lara said.

“You went to university at fifteen?” Shaggy asked.

“I was a bright girl,” Lara shrugged, “Didn’t hurt I was following in my father’s and Mother’s footsteps.”

Scooby pawed at the door.

“Like I am going to clean up,” Shaggy said, “Mind taking Scooby out?”

“No problem,” Lara said, “Come on Scooby need to go out?”

*

It wasn’t any surprise to Velma that one of the two blonde Barbie Dominatrices that they were sharing the private VIP booth was Jenny from the marketing company earlier and the blonde Latina Barbie was her girlfriend. Velma didn’t mind the fact that she was in a lesbian only fetish Christmas party. But it was unnerving to be dancing so close to Daphne and their latex outfits showing off each other bodies for each other and everyone around them. Many pretty women came up and danced with them, a few running their hands over their bodies or kissing them. Velma could only blush at the attention. After a few drinks, when a slow song started, Daphne put her arms around Velma and pulled her in tight giving her a kiss on the lips. Velma held Daphne against her, not sure what to do.

*

Shaggy and Lara sat on the couch in front of the fake fireplace as Scooby laid on the floor next to it.

“I am sorry about grilling you earlier,” Lara said.

“Like, it’s all right,” Shaggy said, “You seem like you just need to connect with someone normal.”

“I do tend to get stuck with some characters in my work,” Lara shrugged.

“Like I think you are pretty nice,” Shaggy said, “Like Scooby seems to like you.”

“Well, I seem to like Scooby too,” Lara smiled as she reached out with a foot and scratched the Great Dane’s Back.

To Lara it sounded almost as if Scooby was muttered, ‘right where,’ and that made her giggle softly.

“Well I am going to bed, I will see you and Scooby in the morning,” Lara said before kissing Shaggy on the cheek.

She got up, then went and kneeled behind Scooby and kissed him on the head when he looked up at her. Lara then went up to the spare bedroom she was using.

“Raggy?” Scooby muttered once she was out of the room.

“Like she is nice,” Shaggy said, “But it’s not like you can fall in love in just a few hours together.”

“Raggy,” Scooby looked at Shaggy.

“I know we were friends instantly buddy,” Shaggy said, “But we just met her. She probably is just grateful at getting helped out of that jam. I don’t want to ruin it for her.”

Scooby shrugged and started to roll on his back.

*

Velma and Daphne came into the hotel room together. Both women giggling. Daphne had paid for everything on the way out of the club and the pair were feeling somewhat tipsy.

“Oh Velma,” Daphne said, “Come with me my love…”

“What?” Velma asked, sobering instantly.

“Velma I want to fuck you,” Daphne leaned in for a kiss, “And I know you want to fuck me…”

“Oh god, the candy canes really were a love potion!” Velma backed up, a horrified look on her face.

“What?” Daphne started to laugh, “Velma, seriously?”

“The guy on the plane, he said they were enchanted, a love potion…” Velma paniced, “I mean, I want this, but not like this…”

“Velma, sweety, put your logical cap back on,” Daphne smirked, “It takes twenty-four hours for all that glue holding your body suit together to cure and not fall apart on the dance floor… and I already told you that I had to order this stuff three weeks ago…”

“Twenty Four hours… three weeks…” Velma said, “That would mean you planed this at least a month ago…”

“Yep,” Daphne came closer to the blushing brunette.

“But how did you get my size perfect?” Velma said looking at her outfit.

“I know ever curve of your body by heart,” Daphne said, “Just like you know ever curve of my body. Don’t think that I never noticed you checking me out when we shared hotel rooms over the years.”

“But, you and Fred,” Velma spat out.

“You mean me and Shaggy,” Daphne corrected her friend.

“Shaggy?” Velma was shocked.

“Yeah, we have been in an open relationship for a while,” Daphne looked up at the pleasant memories, “But we haven’t been able to hook up in a year, so it would be selfish to expect him to be celibate. And don’t try to pretend that you didn’t get it on with him below deck of the yacht when were towed back from Castle Island.”

“What about you and Fred?” Velma asked again, still in not comprehending.

“Please, Fred is my girl friend,” Daphne said, “He is too shy to admit it, but he has been dating Red Haring for three years now.”

“Fred and Red Haring?” Velma sputtered in disbelief.

*

Fred was blindfolded, naked on and on his hands and knees on the bed as Red pounded his cock into the blonde boy’s ass.

“That’s it bitch moan for me,” Red snarled.

“Thank you Daddy, fill me with your seed Daddy,” Fred moaned.

“You are my boi!” Red smirked, “You love having my Daddy cock up your ass. My manly nuts slapping your sissy nuts.”

“Yes Daddy,” Fred moaned, “Please fill my ass with your seed.”

“Get ready for it boy,” Red smiled, “Almost there… now!”

Fred felt the surge of cum pumping into his ass, filling his colon, sending his body into a sputtering shuttering orgasmic mess as he moaned and panted while his body flailed and twitched at the anal orgasm.

“I love you Fred,” Red kissed his shaking boy.

“Thank… You Red….” Fred shuttered as his body continued to be racked by the anal orgasm.

*

“Velma, don’t pretend that you never hooked up with Aggie McDuff,” Daphne said, “She told me all about it when I went back to visit my cousin Sharron, or you never ‘patched things over’ with Verona Dempsey after she got out of prison last year… or any of a half dozen other lesbian trists you have had…”

“I, I, jinkies…” Velma stammered.

“So, I want you, and you want me,” Daphne leaned in closer, “And we are both dressed for sex, I know my pussy is dripping wet, and yours is too… Merry Christmas Velma.”

Velma lunged into an embrace with Daphne and kissed the red head with a pent up passion years in the making. They ran their hands all over each other’s bodies exploring and caressing each other. Their hands and mouths had a frantic energy from the years of pent up lust for each other. Daphne didn’t waste time in reaching down and undoing the crotch zipper of Velma’s body suit and was rewarded with a dripping wet pussy hungry for her finger’s attentions.

“Please,” Velma broke the kiss enough just to moan the plead from Daphne.

“Not here, in my bed,” Daphne kissed Velma’s ear before breaking their embrace and leading her brunette lover into the other room.

Velma’s eyes flashed at the sight of the California King bed in Daphne’s room of the suite. The covers were covered with a black rubber sheet with a smorgasbord of sexual toys laid out around the sides of the bed. Daphne had in deed had been planning this out for a while…

“Do you want to top me, or do you want me to top you?” Daphne asked.

“Take me,” Velma muttered feeling a little foolish at the poor porno movie line.

Daphne led Velma to the bed and turned her before helping her to back up into the middle of the bed. Velma backed up as Daphne climbed on the bed and followed Velma on her hands and knees with a sexy grin on her face.

“Stop, lay back,” Daphne ordered.

Velma complied. Daphne flipped up the orange rubber circle skirt and leaned down and started to kiss Velma’s clit. Velma started to moan and gasp instantly. Velma didn’t know if it was the latex, the fact that it was Daphne doing it, or that Daphne was that good, but Velma started to twitch as she felt an orgasm build with in her.

“Now we can’t have you pop too soon and too loudly,” Daphne stopped and moved around Velma on the bed, “I think this will help.”

Daphne will got a double ended dildo gag and crawled over Velma to put it Velma’s mouth before moving some more. Daphne pulled her rubber thong to the side out of the way of her pussy and put her crotch over Velma’s face. Velma didn’t need any instructions and started to push the outer dildo of the gag into Daphne’s pussy. Velma could smell the pungent musk of Daphne’s arousal as she started pumping the dildo in and out of Daphne’s pussy. Daphne went back to kissing and sucking on Velma’s clit and started fingering Velma’s pussy as well. It didn’t take long for Daphne to get Velma to have a squirting orgasm.

“You like this don’t you?” Daphne giggled, “This isn’t the first time you used one of those gags on your lovers is it?”

Velma couldn’t speak, she could barely control the shuttering of her body, but she loved this. Daphne crawled off the dildo gag and moved around to kiss Velma on the cheek and then started to kiss her way down Velma’s neck and to her tits. She kissed and sucked at the erect nipples throw the thin orange latex of the body suit. Velma could barely contain the pleasure from nipple play. When it seemed that she was about to orgasm yet again just from nipple play, Daphne started to continue down to kiss Velma’s belly and licked at the brunette’s belly button.

“You want me to use this on you?” Daphne picked up and held up a pink strapon dildo and it’s black leather harness.

Velma nodded and moaned pleadingly in to her gag. Daphne put the strapon harness and Daphne started to stroke the pink cock. Daphne spread Velma’s legs wide and pressed the head of the pink cock into Velma’s hungry pussy. Daphne then grabbed Velma and pulled her up while leaning back so that Velma was perched on the cock and held in place by Daphne’s hands. Velma had the sense to hug her lover, but as soon as Daphne started pumping, that she forgot about all else and started bucking her hips back out of instinct. Quickly Velma could feel another orgasm building with in her as the dildo pounded into her pussy. Daphne was an expert and knew exactly what she was doing, unlike Verona’s clumsy attempt to use a strapon. Velma hugged Daphne and pressed herself against her lover as the pink cock pumped deeper and deeper into her pussy. Daphne hugged her back and kissed at Velma’s neck.

“You love this, don’t you? You love my strapon,” Daphne cooed.

Velma exploded, her pussy squirting all over Daphne’s lap and her body starting to shake in a spasmatic orgasm. Daphne held her as Velma shook and tried to scream into the dildo gag in her mouth. Velma finally collapsed in Daphne’s arms, exhausted.

“Here,” Daphne said as she undid the gag, “How did you like that?”

“Marry me,” Velma swooned once the gag was removed.

“That good, eh?” Daphne said, “I kind of have a thing for nerds and dorks, but I am not ready to marry just yet girlfriend.”

Daphne kissed Velma on the lips and Velma returned the kiss with gusto.

“Lets get a shower and some sleep, we have until noon to tomorrow,” Daphne said braking the kiss.

*

Lara walked into the kitchen to the sound of cooking and talking.

“So like how is New York?” Shaggy asked.

“Nice, I managed to talk Velma into going out to a club last night,” a woman responded over the phone speaker.

“Like… like, how?” Shaggy asked.

“I… kind of didn’t give her a choice, and said we had to for the company thing,” Daphne said, “One of the people from the marketing company was also promoting it, so we got a VIP Booth.”

“Fun,” Shaggy said, “Oh. Good Morning Lara.”

“Morning Shaggy,” Lara said looking around.

Scooby was eating a bowl of… something, well, it looked like everything, bacon, toast, scrambled eggs, a waffle or three. Shaggy was cooking more food while talking on his phone’s speaker mode.

“Lara?” Daphne asked.

“Yes, the associate of my uncle that had her holiday plans get screwed up,” Shaggy said, “Scooby seems to like her, so she can’t be bad.”

“Well if Scooby will vouch for her,” Daphne chuckled, “It’s too bad your family is going to be staying at your brother-in-law’s place. I was hoping to see you.”

“I know,” Shaggy said, “But his parents do not like me, and I am not trying to make trouble for my sister.”

“That is what I love about you Shaggy, you are a good guy,” Daphne giggled, “Take me off speaker if you can.”

Shaggy moved a pan over and picked up the phone.

“What’s up? Yes,” Shaggy said, “Like ok. What did she say? Like, wow. Well, like ok. Give her a kiss for me Daph, be safe and thank your mom for the thing of cookies she sent us. About two seconds, Scooby got all of the mint ones. Have a safe flight Daphne.”

Shaggy hung up the phone and smirked for a second.

“Better get some before Scooby gets it all,” Shaggy said putting some eggs and bacon on a plate and handing it to the approaching English woman.

“So that was your girlfriend Daphne,” Lara said taking the plate in one hand and picking up a piece of bacon in the other.

“That was Daphne, she is about to fly home for Christmas with Velma,” Shaggy smiled.

“Velma?” Lara asked, “As is the Velma you mentioned yesterday?”

“Yeah,” Shaggy said, “We are like friends, we did a lot of road trips together.”

“Oh, what did she not want me to hear?” Lara asked.

“Well it seems there was a slightly embarrassing episode last night that Daphne thought I would find funny, but didn’t think should be shared with like, a stranger,” Shaggy said taking the pan of bacon and eggs with him to the table, “Scooby, no. Don’t take her breakfast.”

Lara looked at the dog eyeing her plate.

“Where did that pile of food go?” Lara asked.

“Like Scooby ate it already,” Shaggy said, “Come on Scooby, time to go out.”

Shaggy put the pans on the warming plates on the table, and went to the door and opened for Scooby who reluctantly went out.

Shaggy sat the table with Lara and ate the pans of eggs and bacon as she ate her servings. He was a bit of a glutton, but it made her chuckle a little on the inside. Lara ate her food.

“Have you every had Bean and Toast for breakfast?” Lara asked.

“Yeah, when we went to Scottland for some highland games,” Shaggy said, “Still not sure I would call that a breakfast thing man, but like, to each their own, right?”

There was a scratching at the door. Shaggy got up and let Scooby back in. But Scooby seemed nervious.

“What wrong pal?” Shaggy asked.

Scooby got up on the window sill and looked out. There was movement among the trees in the distance.

“Shaggy?” Lara asked.

“Like go upstairs,” Shaggy said, “I got this…”

Lara got up and left the table taking one last piece of bacon with her. She made a b-line for the stair case and went to Shagworthy’s office. If the old man had a gun, it would be there. Shaggy came in behind her with Scooby at his heels. Shaggy strangely went straight to the phone on Shagworthy’s desk and held his hand over it waiting… As soon as it rang, Shaggy grabbed the hand set and put it up to his ear.

“Like Shaggy Rogers. Authentication code, like, Pepperoni, Bacon, like Guacamole… Myself, my dog and one guest, authorized by Uncle Shagworthy, Lara Croft. Guys are in the trees scoping the place out. We are inside and in the interior of the castle ma’am. Will do,” Shaggy put his hand over the microphone and spoke to Lara, “Uncle Shagworthy had the security system upgraded a while ago, I am on the list of authorized people to be in the house, the security company is getting the police out here.”

“Shaggy,” Lara started to say concerned.

“Like yes ma’am? Where are they coming from? Like ok ma’am,” Shaggy smiled, “Look out the front window there.”

“What?” Lara asked before sneaking up to the window and slide one of the bars of the venition blind out of the way.

At first she didn’t see anything, then in the distance, beyond some trees, a whole gaggle of police car lights and sirens started up.

“Police Cruisers?” Lara asked.

“Cool,” Shaggy said, “Let me know when they get to the gate. We see them ma’am, they are on their way.”

“They are here,” Lara said, “I see two SUVs with lights at the gate…”

“Should I open the gate for them outer gate for them ma’am,” Shaggy said, “Like ok.”

“Aren’t you nervous Shaggy?” Lara asked.

“Like I am terrified, but Uncle Shagworthy was clear, he spent top dollar on the security, and if anything happened, hit one of the panic buttons and come to his office,” Shaggy said, “The security company would call the phone and get the police here, like lick-ity-split.”

“This quickly?” Lara asked.

“Like there is a police training facility across the road and they have all been briefed that Uncle Shagworthy keeps a stash of his jewels in storage here at the castle,” Shaggy said, “So if anything happens, come like right quick.”

“That is handy,” Lara said.

*

“All clear,” The state police officer in charge said after getting a message on his radio, “If anything else happens, let us know mister Rodgers, Doctor Croft.”

“Like thanks man,” Shaggy said.

“Thank you Sergeant,” Lara smiled, “Well that was exciting.”

“Like exciting isn’t what I am looking for while house sitting for my uncle,” Shaggy said, “Like I just want a quiet Christmas.”

“You were very brave all things considered Shaggy,” Lara smiled.

Lara had to admit, many people would just panic, and while Shaggy hadn’t broken out machine guns and gone after them like an action movie hero, he had done the right thing and followed his Uncle’s plan. He had been man enough to admit he was scared and that was more than a lot of people could do under the stress.

“Like it was a good thing Uncle emailed the police that you will be staying here for a few days,” Shaggy said, “Like I would hate to think of what would happen if he hadn’t.”

“Me neither,” Lara said thinking of how the police stormed the forest with automatic carbines ready for a war.

“Like how about we go down stairs,” Shaggy offered, “I think Scooby needs to go out again.”

“Sure,” Lara smiled.

*

Daphne held Velma’s hand as they rode in the SUV to the air port.

“I am glad we got to catch up,” Velma smiled at Daphne.

“I am too,” Daphne said, “We don’t get the chance to these days now do we…”

“No, we don’t,” Velma smirked, “What about Shaggy?”

“We are in an open relationship, so if you came on a date with us, it wouldn’t be cheating, would it?” Daphne said.

“I like that idea…” Velma said, “You, me, and his big old Shaggy Snack…”

*

Shaggy finished cooking and had fed Scooby already. He wasn’t sure why Lara had said she needed to change before dinner, but figured it was a girl thing.

“Shaggy,” Lara’s voice came from the entrance to the kitchen along with the sound of high heels on the wood floors.

“Like what’s up….” Shaggy said turning around.

Lara had changed into a slim black floor length dress and a pair of high heel shoes. She had done up her make up, well put on lipstick and tied her hair in a high pony tail.

“Like… like wow,” Shaggy muttered.

Scooby made some sort of noise like a wolf whistle.

“I hope you like it mister Rogers,” Lara said, “I wanted to express my thanks for helping me.”

“Like it is no problem,” Shaggy said trying to sound calmer than he felt.

“Like it is a big deal to me,” Lara said, “Until you picked me up, we were complete strangers, yet you and Scooby were willing to stick your necks out to help me even before meeting me.”

Lara had hands behind her back as she strutted closer to Shaggy one foot sweeping forward at a time. Despite posturing herself as coy and demure, she was clearly confident and knew what she wanted. Lara came up to Shaggy and kissed him on his lips.

“Thank you mister Rogers,” Lara smiled, “Thank you for being a good man in my hour of need.”

“Like no problem…” Shaggy stammered slightly.

“Lets eat before Scooby eats everything,” Lara said looking at the Great Dane.

*

Lara tried to teach Shaggy the Charleston, but suffice to say, he was not a born dancer.

“Like how do you not step on your own feet?” Shaggy said again.

Lara chuckled as she danced in front him.

“My mother insisted I take dance lessons as a little girl,” Lara said, “I learn all sorts of styles of dance, like Ballet, Ballroom, Swing and Jazz.”

“Like can you tango?” Shaggy asked.

“Can you?” Lara asked back.

“Nope,” Shaggy said.

“Well I need a partner to tango with love,” Lara giggled, “Come back here.”

Shaggy came back over to Lara.

“You like Laurel and Hardy?” Lara asked.

“Sure,” Shaggy said.

“Every other beat of the trombone kick your other leg out to the side,” Lara said.

“What?” Shaggy asked.

“Like this, start with your left,” Lara demonstrated, “And then the right, and sway with it slightly.”

Shaggy watched for a second and then got the rhythm and kept up with Lara.

“Now you are dancing like them,” Lara grinned.

“Like oh yeah…” Shaggy remembered the movie scene, “This is from the 1930’s”

“Of course,” Lara smiled, “Now take a step back with the next kick… and again… And forward… again… Great.”

Scooby snickered. Shaggy laughed. He was having fun. Lara was fun to be with.

“And step closer…” Lara ordered, “Perfect!”

Lara kissed Shaggy again breaking his rhythm. She stopped dancing too and leaned in closer to him.

“Maybe I can show you another kind of dance, one done in bed,” Lara whispered into Shaggy’s ear as she went from kissing to hugging him.

“Like… Ok…” Shaggy gulped.

Lara grabbed Shaggy’s hand and led him to her guest room. Scooby arched an eyebrow and looked at the pair as they left. Lara opened the door and led Shaggy in before closing the door behind them.

“Shaggy,” Lara said smiling at him, “I want you to be comfortable with this…”

“Like I am,” Shaggy said kissing Lara.

Lara kicked her heels off and stepped backwards to the bed. Shaggy followed not breaking the kiss. Lara started to undo the fly of Shaggy’s jeans and Shaggy took the hint to look for and undo the zipper of Lara’s dress. At the same time, both Shaggy’s jeans and Lara’s dress fell to the floor and both stepped out of their discarded clothing. Lara was now only wearing a pair of panties. Shaggy picked Lara up and stepped clear of the jeans and carried her to the bed. He was gentle in laying her on the bed, it was then that they finally broke the kiss and Shaggy quickly pulled off his shirt and boxer shorts. Lara was working on pulling off her panties when Shaggy stopped her. He got on the bed on his hands and knees and bit the bottom of the panties and pulled them off like a dog.

“Oh my,” Lara said, “Does this mean we are going to go ‘doggy style’ Mister Rogers?” Lara giggled.

“You’ll see,” Shaggy said once the panties were off.

Shaggy started by kissing Lara’s left ankle and then started kissing his way up the inside of her leg. Lara already liked where this was going…

“Mister Rogers!” Lara cooed as Shaggy made his way to her pussy, “Oh! Mister Rogers!”

Shaggy started by kissing at her clit and then spreading her lips wide before kissing and licking at her vagina proper, but he made sure to rub and tease Lara’s clit with a thumb.

“Oh Shaggy!” Lara gasped as she felt her body start to twitch with pleasure.

Shaggy reached up with his free right hand felt Lara’s torso. Lara had to admit, Shaggy was a pro!

“You like this?” Shaggy asked, breaking free of Lara’s pussy.

“Fuck yeah!” Lara gasped.

“Are you ready for a Shaggy Snack?” Shaggy asked.

“Yes! Yes, Mister Rogers!” Lara moaned.

Shaggy started to kiss his way up Lara’s belly, her left tit, his hands playing with her right tit as he tongued her left nipple. Lara gasped at the stimulation. Shaggy continued to kiss up Lara’s neck and then kissed her on the lips as he positioned his cockhead at her pussy and pushed past the labia. Lara let out a moan as Shaggy pressed his cock into her. Lara raised her legs and wrapped them around Shaggy as he pumped deeper and deeper into Lara’s pussy.

“You like this?” Shaggy asked.

“Fuck yes!” Lara moaned.

Shaggy pumped deeper and deeper into Lara and her mind was assaulted with pleasure.

“Harder Shaggy,” Lara panted.

Shaggy pumped harder and deeper into Lara, making her moan and pant with pleasure. Shaggy could fell Lara’s body start to develop another orgasm.

“Ready Babe?” Shaggy asked.

“Yes, yes,” Lara moaned.

Shaggy kept it up until Lara exploded around his cock, he then pulled out and shot his load over her torso…

“Thank you, Shaggy,” Lara gasped.

*

“Like hello all,” Shaggy said looking into the rear camera of his cell phone.

“Hay Shaggy, Scooby,” a man’s voice called, “Merry Christmas!”

Scooby barked something at the man.

“Merry Christmas Fred,” Shaggy said.

“Merry Christmas Shaggy and Scooby,” Daphne’s voice came over the phone.

“Merry Christmas Boys,” another young woman’s voice came over.

“Merry Christmas Velma, Daphne,” Shaggy added, “Like I wish we could be together…”

“I wish we could too,” the other woman’s voice added.

“How is your Uncle’s Castle,” Fred asked.

“A lot nicer this time,” Shaggy added, “He stocked the fridges with enough food for a year.”

“So it will last you just about the week, right?” The other woman asked.

“Like har, har,” Shaggy said, “But seriously, like, Uncle Shagworthy build an extra kitchen on the outside of the castle in addition to the original one in the middle of the castle.”

“If I know Shaggy and Scooby they are making good use of that new one,” Daphne said.

“Like I am,” Shaggy agreed.

“Hay Shaggy, what was it you told Daphne about having one of your uncle’s friends over?” the other woman asked.

“Like, oh yeah,” Shaggy said before turning and looking at Lara in the doorway of the room, “Lara, come on and say hi to the gang.”

Lara came over and sat leaning against Shaggy and looked at the phone’s screen. There was a blonde man, a red haired woman and a brunette woman sitting in the booth of a diner scrunched together to be in the shot. Lara could see the camera had Shaggy in the middle, Scooby’s head on his lap and Lara on his other side.

“Like this is Doctor Lara Croft,” Shaggy introduced Lara, “She is a historian that works with my uncle.”

“Hello Doctor,” Fred said.

“Hello all,” Lara smiled.

“HI, I’m Velma,” The Brunette said, “Nice to meet you. Hopefully Shaggy is being a nice host.”

“He has been very kind, his cooking is amazing,” Lara said.

“That is one thing the Chow hounds are great at,” The red head said, “Well Merry Christmas.”

“Happy Christmas to all of you,” Lara smiled, “Excuse me.”

Lara got up.

“She seems nice,” Fred said, “Well our food is coming, Merry Christmas Shaggy, Scooby!”

“Merry Christmas,” the girls added.

“Merry Christmas Gang!” Shaggy said before the call ended, “Like what’s up Lara?”

“Oh, nothing,” Lara smiled, “I just figured you would want a little more time to talk with your friends.”

“Oh, it is no problem, just a quick video call,” Shaggy said, “The gang met for breakfast at a dinner back home.”

“I take it, that the blonde man is Fred,” Lara smiled.

“Yep, Daphne was the red head and Velma was the brunette,” Shaggy said.

“Oh, Daphne and Velma are cute girls,” Lara smiled.

“Yeah,” Shaggy said getting up and hugging Lara, “Merry Christmas.”

“Happy Christmas Shaggy,” Lara smiled.

Scooby got off the couch and came over and got on his hind legs and hugged them too. Lara and Shaggy both giggled.

“Like do you need to go out Scooby?” Shaggy asked.

Scooby nodded.

“Alright boy,” Lara kissed the Great Dane on the forehead.