Scooby Doo Scrappy Rex Novels & Stories

Chapter.14 "Is everything okay, lady light?" asks Scooby going to meet her quickly as he looks around. "I'm fine now, after stepping on a cockroach." she says shrugging following with him to the car. As soon as Scooby took her to the mansion, she got ready and left early even before Scooby could accompany her, however, Fernando was already on the lookout early and followed her waiting for an opportunity to kidnap her.

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

I rubbed my chin. “Damn Boss! Do we have any leads yet?” Tyson was eager for a good hunt. I swear if I did not know any better, I would say he was a bloodhound, not a wolf. “I did get a description of the scars on Karen and Tate. I’ll get a full description and personal details when I go meet with Alpha Mason.” I lean forward, elbows on my desk. “You’re personally handling this one?” Marcus is fishing. I can feel it. If Tyson was a bloodhound, Marcus was Sherlock Holmes himself.

She moaned out as I started to lick her, i didn’t wanted to fucking stop cause her butt was so good right on my face, I could die “Yes cupcake, right there, fuckkk!!” She yelled out, I knew I was toasted cause the neighbors probably heard everything, but i didn’t care, cause this one fine ass woman was all mine and no one else I spat on her pussy and started to use two of my fingers to rub it, as she kept on sweating all over and moaning louder I placed my tongue on it again and she exploded and got up MIRA She dared to make me lose my mind, but I came well prepared and would make sure I get back at her

Tara- ‘I don’t think I can do this,’ Scar said, sounding nauseous. ‘Scar don’t puss out on me,’ I replied. “Do it, Tara. I’m close,” Mason grunted as I bounced on his pencil dick. I tried to push my canines out, but Scar was having second thoughts. ‘I think I’m gonna be sick,’ Scar choked out. ‘Oh, you stupid bitch. If you don’t get it together right now, I will fucking beat your ass,’ I gritted, trying to push my canines out again.

Stripes had a tiny water game that he pressed frantically to fling the miniature hoops over the hovering poles. Scorpio was cleaning his pointed fangs with a small knife that Dax was mumbling about shoving into his gums. The truck jolted violently, which caused everyone to snatch onto their seat to avoid being thrown back. Scorpio cried out loudly and held his hand under his mouth to catch the stream of blood flowing from under one of his fangs; which were positioned way above his top row of teeth. The small window opened, and a male's face appeared to find the source of the commotion.

Megan sank into the bathtub, allowing her body welcome the warm and soothing water. She had missed this; the peace of mind that comes with the loneliness of her apartment, the freedom to do as she pleased without being restricted, the lavender smell of her bathroom and quacky, the small rubber duck sitting on the edge of the bathtub. She reached out and rubbed the slippery head before squeezing the belly, it made a short quack noise and Megan half laughed. She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest.

“Squeezing my fingers so tight I can barely move them.” “Don’t let her come.” Craig pulls from my mouth. Tilts my chin up. My lips are swollen, drool on my chin. “Not until she apologizes.” “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Daddy, I shouldn’t have snuck out— I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, please let me cum, please—” “What are you sorry for?” Connor adds a third finger and the stretch makes me wail, my wrists pulling against the rope, the clamps shifting against the felt, everything tightening.

"What do you want me to do? Bruise her up or bump her down?" Inky scratched his head. "Hitting her with a bat is cheaper, Spiky. Just sayin'. Save the coke for later." "D-Don't hit her face, please," Scarry pleaded. Spiky laughed. "Haha, Scarry's in love with this damn bitch." He dragged the tip of the bat along the floor as he walked toward me. "Where, Scarry? I'll let you pick." Scarry fumbled. "T-The thigh."

I can imagine him saying it in that deep, syrupy voice of his while he stares me down with those piercing eyes. “All done,” Daisy says. “Why don’t we put on a show while it dries? Does that sound like a good idea?” I ask her as I start to pick up the paints and put them away. She nods as I usher her to the bathroom to wash the paint off her hands. “Can we watch Scooby-Doo?” she asks, stretching her arms overhead. “Of course we can. You know, that was my favorite cartoon when I was younger too, and my mom’s. That’s where she got my name.”