Scooby Doo 2 Fred Novels & Stories

As I began to pour, I felt a hand go over mine. “Easy their killer, you don’t want the cup to be filled with foam,” a deep voice came from the person touching my hand, their other hand tipping my cup to avoid foam. I looked up to see a tall figure. It didn’t take long for me to realize who he was when his eyes flickered to his reptilian eyes back to his hazel ones. I jumped to see his eyes. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, turning the valve off. “It’s Quinn, right?” I nodded, taking a sip of my beer. “I’m Fred. Sorry about the other day. I forgot how uneasy my other form is.” “No worries, I’m still getting used to all the different people here,” I chuckled. Looking up at him. The

"Fine.. we'd go but after a short while we'd return, if any of you change your minds before then, you can ask any of member of my pack to help you reach out to us." " And if we Don't?" Scott chipped in . Fred frown as he drew closer to Scott whose pre-active reply was beginning to piss him off, he wasn't really referring to Scot with the last statement but then he foolishly replied. His face got close enough to Scott's face, to the extent that they could feel each other's angry breath on their skins. "well, if you don't. You'd see for yourself." Mr Fred replied calmly but defiantly. This piissed Scott the more as much as it scared him.

After the had wrestled me to the floor, they dragged me to the basement and tied me up here. "You think you can steal away our little dove, huh pretty boy?" the one that I'd come to know was Fred asked. Wibur moved in closer and pulled my hair to look up at him, "She's only with you cus of this face, ain't that right Freddy?" he said to his buddy and I spat in his face, if he wasn't angry before then he was definitely angry now. He wiped my saliva of his face and scowled at me, "Maybe I should mark up that pretty face." he suggested and looked at Bert for affirmation.

A few minutes later, Fred showed up and the moment he cleared his throat loudly, Sylvia knew it was him. She turned to him with a smile. “Seems like Chef Ratatouille is ready to take on the kitchen.” Sylvia couldn’t hold back her laughter. She leaned on the counter and folded her arms across her chest. “I never knew you watch cartoons.” Fred got closer. “I do and please don’t let anyone find out. They’ll think I’m too old for that.” He whisper-yelled. Sylvia roared in laughter. “It’s good to see you back on your feet Chef Sylvie.”

Her mom wouldn't want her to leave Tales but she'd support her decision anyways. As Sre made a quick mental calculation of how much she had saved, she felt strong beefy hands grab her from behind. A sweaty palm covered her mouth and her nose and Sre fought to breathe, kicking and scratching. But she didn't fight for long because a needle pierced the skin on her neck and she bucked once before her eyes drifted close. ~•~ An hour later.... Fred made quick work of switching his Coffee Bar lights off and was sliding his keys into the lock when his cellphone rang. Too busy to pick off the phone, he ignored it. After he'd locked the doors, he headed towards his truck.

Fred was shocked and stood up from the sofa in astonishment! The few beauties around wanted to go over to comfort him but Fred flew into a temper and slapped them while shouting, “Get lost!” The beauties covered their red cheeks and ran out of the door in a hurry. Fred scowled and asked, “What’s going on? Rocky brought a dozen elites with him but you’re saying everyone was wiped out?” Rocky was one of Fred’s most capable followers. He had been with him for seven to eight years. He had never failed a mission.

Fred asks as he sits in front of me, crossing his leg, and Dylan shakes his head, walking straight to the bar area. “He walked in without knocking. I could be on a phone call, busy with something. That’s not how you were raised,” I say, and Richard laughs as Dylan shows me the middle finger. “A little early to drink, don’t you think?” I ask and he shows me the finger again as he drains the glass of scotch he poured for himself. “How are you, Fred?” I ask and he shrugs his shoulder. “I could be better if I wasn’t being accused of a crime I didn’t commit and my girlfriend wasn’t getting paranoid around me,” he says as he shrugs and I feel real and for Fred.

Mr Sharma didn't appear to have finished however, continuing to work the long Big Boy Toy in and out of Claire's cunt as the Fluttered continued to work it's quivering magic on her clit. "Oh Mr Sharma!" groaned Claire, leaning back on the couch, closing her eyes and moaning as he continued his mechanical assault on her cunt unabated. A few seconds later, Claire felt something hard, warm and wet poking against her cheek and her eyes snapped open in surprise. For some reason, Fred had stripped off his trousers and was standing up on the couch beside her, bottomless. His hard cock was poking insistently against her soft cheek, the oozing tip leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum over her face.

Fred pushes a table closer to Grayson and lays his hands on the table. "W-what... W-what are you.... tryna do..." "Shhh! Stay silent and watch!" Fred takes out his plier and pegs his forefinger on it, he twist the plier and Grayson scream as he hears his finger breaking. Fred laughs. "Yeah! That's it, scream for me baby" He continues breaking Grayson's fingers, when he's done with all ten fingers he keeps the plier and pick a hand blade. "B-boss.... please..... plea....."

He eyes her from head to toe, twice before saying something, "You must be Lucy." Lucy looks between me and Fred repeatedly before replying him with a nod. She extends her hand for a shake and he gracefully accepts it,giving it a gentle kiss before releasing it. "This is Fred Scott. He's twenty-two and trust me he's the guy to hang with." I tell Lucy as all of three of us start to push our way through the crowd as Fred leads us to meet the others. "Oh." Is all she says before tugging on her dress again.