Velma and Shaggy

Friday nights are not usually foggy. It's more common to see that in the morning. But tonight, fog overpowered. He drove the uncomfortably long drive to see her, even though once he saw her face, he knew the length of the journey would be justified.

A familiar buzz lit up his phone, meaning her face lit up next to the notification. The lone text reading, "Door is open. I'm in the bedroom," foregoing their usual ritual for his arrival. With the sound of silence, he opened the creaking door to her house. What seemed to be the longest path ever brought him back to her room. Quietly, he whispered outside her bedroom, so as not to alarm her, "Hey, it's me." This is what made him so special to her. He always knew how to make her feel safe.

That's when the man saw her, cross-legged on the side of the bed. The first thing he noticed was the butterscotch-colored, yellow-orange, thigh-length socks. Normally they would be calf length, but not her. They rode up almost her entire leg. She wore a red skirt, knee-length, beckoning, inviting. Her top was slightly off from the color of her stockings, but they were definitely an iconic orange. He knew exactly who she was tonight.

They have talked about their crushes from an early age. His first was Penny from Inspector Gadget when he was about the same age as her. Then he saw the Baroness from G.I. Joe and would never be the same. There was also Counselor Deanna Troi and Karen from Step By Step And Elisabeth Shue. But this one was special. For a lot of guys this one was special. Tonight she was Velma. Just for him, his own personal Velma.

Not as skinny as her co-star, the tall redhead now sported a very lovely beard, even with the gray slowly taking it over. He always closely identified with Shaggy. So few redheads lit up television, and this was one of the first times he ever saw him himself represented. While he reveled in the representation, he fell in love with the dark hair and glasses. Velma was one of his first cartoon crushes. Tonight, the shaggy, tall redhead was going to have his own quirky, nerdy Velma.

Without a word, the shaggy man approached towards his Velma and the kiss... This was no ordinary kiss. This was the release of 40 something years, being able to kiss his crush, as absurd as it seems. She was just a cartoon character. He never be able to kiss her, right? But tonight he was going to be able to and achieve a lot more than kissing.

Without words, he turned her over. Dropping the pants and belt he took out his cock, already swelling a little bit. He inspected with his finger to see how ready it was. He could already tell if it was time for him with a few small strokes using the dampness as Popeye's spinach. The shaft transformed into an impenetrable tower; not adamantium, not tritanium nor anything Wakanda's vibranium could have ever dreamed of producing could compete with this member.

Slowly he slid in. He smiled, leaning in, whispering, "I'm home now," and thus began the dance, in and out, fiery friction, the entire Multiverse fading away, the only pertinent item of notice in this universe was the cock returning to its sheath again and again and again.

When he felt the completion nearing he slid outside, as she moaned and whimpered, startled yet aroused, flipping her over. He slid her shirt up. Of course she had nothing underneath. This Velma always wanted her Shaggy to be able to reach in and take what he wanted easily. With each stroke he grew in intensity until it reached a climax, inside her. Only this time this episode ended with a milky substance being released and not a mask snatched off an evil man.

Exhausted he laid down next to her after a minute to collect his breath. He smiled a sinister, devious smile, her breasts still exposed. Now it was time. Those breasts, those nipples belonged (and still do) to his hands. He knew exactly the pressure to give them, so much that she no longer utilized nipple clamps because they could not compare to his touch. He brought the pain to her delight ending in a climax. And another climax. And another climax. He played her body like the instrument she was. When she could take no more he whispered into her ear, "I think we have one more in us." With one last final moan she orgasmed the last time for that night.

Wrapping up a successful fantasy come to life, she led her back to touch his hairy, red chest, wrapping his arms around her, like a child would their stuffed animal. In the silence they listened to nothing more than each other's breaths and silently gave in to the Sandman as he brought them dreams.