Zoinks! H-Hypnosis?!

Ahh. The peaceful tranquillity of a mystery solved. The mask has been removed, the police driven off, and the proverbial credits have rolled after a dog said their name. Tis a time when even kids that meddle get to rest up for the next adventure.

Though they were far from ‘kids’ these days. There were just so many older masked assailants that still saw twenty year olds as children. But these boys and girls could go out and party all night before returning to their van, which they often did, being the groovy cats they were.

The mystery itself had been a bit of a crossover one. Teaming up with the Hex Girls to take down a villainous oil baron that wanted to tear down their concert venue, and was willing to dress as the King of the Zombies to do it. But with him gone, and the concert back on for tomorrow night, the group had split up to search for ways to actually enjoy their evening. Velma was in the van, reading the fake zombie king book the man had made and making fun of it under her breath. Daphne had gone to the nearby night club. Fred was talking traps with the nice blonde girl who had helped him create the spring trap that caught the oil baron, while Scooby flirted with her long eyelashed labrador.

Which left Shaggy.

He had gone to visit the canteen by himself, constructing a sandwich of biblical proportions before eating it in one gulp. He wasn’t upset that his best buddy Scoob was off with a girl dog, while food did taste better with his companion it wasn’t like they were stitched at the hip.

As he was walking back with a satisfied stomach past the graveyard, he heard some whispers.

This would be his time to just run for it before another mystery found him, but thankfully the hushed tones evolved into friendly hollers.

“Hey, Shaggy!” Thorn called out, “You all alone out here?”

“Oh, hey Thorn!” Shaggy waved, stretching his long legs over a short wall before casually strolling to where the three singers were huddled. “Like, what are you three doing out here so late?”

“Just doing some practice before the concert,” said Dusk, spinning her drumstick before tapping it against a tree. “Graveyards are the best for vibe acoustics.”

“Huhuh! I guess that, like, totally tracks.” said Shaggy.

“At least, we would be practicing. But then we found this…” said Luna, raising her hand and letting a single string fall down from it. At the end of the string spun a single shiny round disc.

“Zoinks! Is that-?”

Thorn nodded, poking the pendulum playfully, “The hypnotic item the Zombie King used on the town to ‘grow’ his zombie army? Yeah, it is. Must have dropped it during Freddie’s trap.”

Luna gave it a full spin around her finger, “We were wondering if we could do anything fun with it. Any ideas, Shaggy?”

“Like, don’t ask me, man! Hypnotism gives me the willies!” Shaggy said, turning and hiding his face from the device by curling up into a ball.

Luna just gave a small grimace to the huddled man, “Uh, ‘the willies’? Seriously?”

“Don’t be mean, Luna,” hissed Thorn, giving her band mate a slight nudge. “You know Dusk thinks he’s cute.”

“What? He’s tall! You know Dusk likes ‘em big!” the drummer grinned, though her face did drop a little when looking back over to Shaggy. “The, uh, scardeyness I could do without though.”

“Well, why don’t we just get rid of that part?” said Luna. Walking over to Shaggy before anyone could stop her. “Oh, Shaggy~ take a look at this~”

As soon as he raised his head the effect of the hypnotic ring took a hold of his mind. Still curled into a ball, but now with a distinct swirl in his eyes that kept spinning around and around as he watched the pendulum that Luna was swinging.

“What are you going to do to him?” asked Thorn, sceptical but somewhat intrigued.

“Yeah, I don’t know about this…” mumbled Dusk.

“I’m just messing around with the dude, girls! Shaggy deserves one night where he’s not scared to have a little fun!”

Three hours later.

“Jinkies.”

The scene inside the Hex Girl’s dressing room was one of pure sexual debauchery.

To say the room was a wreck would be an insult to haunted sunken ships. Clothes were strewn everywhere, sexual juices seemed to stain places that seemed impossible to reach, and the air was thick with the scent of stoner sweat and gothic perfume.

As Velma and Daphne slowly approached the bed, none of the occupants even registered they were there.

Disheveled, blissed-out, and cum filled. The three Hex Girls looked about as equally exhausted as they were satisfied. Yet despite their fleeting energy levels, the man in the center of them was not giving them any time to rest at all. Eyes lacking any pupils like a man possessed. His hips were pistoning rapidly into Luna, her darker skin wrapping around his pale waist while he shook the whole bed with his rigorous fucking. Her moans deep and guttural, while she looked up at him with pure reverence, her juices spurting rapidly against his loins to only fasten his assault on her over-stimulated body.

To her left was Dusk, who was fingering herself to Shaggy’s rhythmic beat as she awaited her turn. And to her right was Thorn, who had clearly just had her turn and could barely breathe from how turned on she was. Barely able to compute her pleasure, but at least being the first to register Velma and Daphne.

“Wha… what is… he…?” Thorn panted, hand gripping Velma’s thick jumper and smearing a bit of Shaggy’s cum on it in the process. “We… I…”

Velma and Daphne looked at each other for a moment before turning back to Thorn.

“You tried to hypnotise Shaggy, didn’t you?” asked Daphne.

“H-huh…?” Thorn blinked in shock.

Velma sighed, brushing off the stain on her jumper before adjusting her glasses, “Shaggy has this sort of… limiter. He’s often pushed his body to the peak of human performance through running for his life. His strength and speed are truly immense, to the point he requires an unbelievable amount of food and Scooby Snacks to maintain his physique, even if he doesn’t realise it.”

“Shaggy’s so focused on how scared he is that he never registered how much strength and stamina he has!” said Daphne, placing her hands on her shirt and raising it above her head to unveil her purple bra underneath. “He usually manages to run away before he’s mind controlled, but sometimes a stray pendulum or magic spell or cursed dart manages to get through his defence and… well, you can see.”

“The ‘Willies’...” said Thorn under her breath, looking back over at Shaggy who was just finishing pumping another load into Luna before ejecting his ten inch member and plunging it into Dusk. “This has happened before?”

“Oh yeah, why do you think we call him ‘Shag’gy? There’s a witches’ coven in Salem that still sends him Christmas cards,” Daphne chuckled. Still stripping off her clothes with casual gusto, “Come on, Velma! Aren’t you going to strip too?”

Velma fogged up her glasses as she puffed a little into her jumper. She was embarrassed but did start stripping too, “I-I just want it to be clear that we do this to help Shaggy.” she said as her naturally curvy body jiggled into view. For some reason, both girls were wearing fairly sexy purple/orange underwear for having just found out about this.

“Yeah! We’re not sluts. We made an agreement to only enjoy Shaggy’s broken limiter when it happened naturally, and not instigate it anymore. We even got rid of that swirly screen that we were using every day!” said Daphne.

Velma frowned, getting up onto the bed to spread herself out in front of Shaggy, “Daph, they really don’t need to know that part…”

The rest of the evening was quite the humdrum of lewd fun. Having the extra two women to shag meant that Shaggy was able to balance out his lust-fueled rampage more, meaning the three Hex Girls had more time to recover and get into the stallion’s powerful rutting.

He was still white eyed and grunting, but something about his base instincts were ultra powerful, able to find each woman’s weakness easily.

Shaggy moved from Dusk to Velma without missing a beat, his white eyes scanning her curvy body as if reading a curvy naked blueprint. Velma wasn’t the scared one, ironically that was usually Shaggy’s role, but the size of his huge member throbbing near her entrance did make her audibly gulp. Yet with how wet both his dick and her pussy were he didn’t need any more than a single thrust to fully enter the intellectual. Velma groaned out a ‘Jinkies’, she tried to analyze the sensations, to categorize and analyse the experiences washing over her body, but as he entered Velma her mind went blank. Shaggy was a little too good at knowing how to grip her hips and thrust, the faster and harder the better. It wasn’t that Velma liked being bullied, but she just loved how Shaggy broke her mind with his thrusting. Each slam making her belly protrude and her womb quiver.

Then it was Daphne's turn, who leapt into Shaggy’s arms as soon as he was out of her friend. With Velma, it was about overwhelming force, but with Daphne, she wanted her whole body to be claimed. Sure, she started riding him cowgirl, but it became clear after only a few thrusts that he was in complete control. His instincts drove him to claim her mouth, then grab her chest and ass. The overwhelming sensation of wrapping around Shaggy at so many different points made Daphne shudder in pleasure. Her hourglass body fully under the scraggly man’s control. His cock slamming into her, his thumb rolling her nipple, his mouth biting her lip, and all while he kept his other hand on her ass to manhandle her so strongly.

As they’d explained, this was a pretty regular occurrence for Velma and Daphne. They got a chance to see Shaggy really let loose while celebrating a completed mystery. It was like their reward for a job well done. They’d probably have invited Fred too if he wasn’t currently in the Mystery Machine with the blonde girl having similar fun, (Scoob was probably in the woods with the labrador too, but they weren’t gonna invite him.)

The hours blurred together into a symphonic pleasure of sticky fun. To Shaggy, the five women became a single writhing entity, like a monster of tangled limbs and sultry moans that he’d certainly go ‘Zoinks’ at if seen without the hypnotic lens. But right now Shaggy was a tireless machine of pure lust, built only to seed and fuck the five slits he was presented with.

Maybe he’d remember the image of Thorn and Daphne giving him a duo titfuck. Or peering over Luna’s ass he was eating to see Velma’s pussy waiting its turn. Or how much Dusk kept trying to French kiss him while getting the best anal of her life. Or all five of them presenting their rears to him. Maybe. Maybe he’d remember… but knowing Shaggy he’d awaken from the trance right when the morning hit. Seeing the passed out women around him with white liquid splattered against them, oozing out of most orifices, and say something stupid like:

“Zoinks… like, did I miss another mayonnaise party? Huhuh!”