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 Author: MrDinkley
Title: Jinkies1
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: Scooby Doo
Summary: Velma is transformed by an artifact into a futa.
Keywords: F, solo
Language: English
Velma pushed her key into the deadbolt, and turned it to unlock her
front door.  Turning the handle of the old oak door, she threw her shoulder
into the door to open it because it stuck when it rained.  Velma was not a
weak woman, and the door opened up to let her into her home.  She walked
into the front room, and took a moment to inhale deeply, taking in the
smells of home.  The smell of books, potpourri, and desiccant fill her nose
before she closes and locks the door behind her.  She remembers that she'll
have to check to see if the desiccant needs to be replaced, she doesn't
want the wet weather to cause her precious books to grow mold.  Taking off
her long, pink, raincoat, she hangs it up on a coat hook before making her

way to the library.  Velma's Mary Jane's clicked on the wooden floors as
she went through the front room.  She stopped by the kitchen to grab a
bottle of wine, and a wine glass.  Even though she was nineteen, and not
legally able to buy alcohol, her parents were generous and supplied her
with good vintage wines, they felt if she was going to spend so much time
reading, and doing research she should be able to enjoy a good glass of
wine while doing it.  Velma certainly appreciated the insight of her
parents, and their ongoing generosity.

   Velma was glad to be home after the long road trip she had taken with
her friends, while it was always good to spend time with the gang, solving
mysteries, it could be exhausting not having her own bed to sleep in.  She
sets down her heavy bag on the table, and turned to regard her extensive
library, the gang never appreciated the amount of research it took to piece
together the clues, and solve the mysteries they encountered with an eerie
regularity.  She had turned the largest room in her house into a library,
and research room.  The walls of this room were lined with bookshelves that
reached up to the high ceiling.  Books of all types filled the shelves, but
Velma took a special interest in science, and historical books.  Recently
her collection of books started overflowing into the other rooms of the
house, but that was the fate of any avid book collector.  Luckily for
Velma, her parents were generous enough to have bought the young woman this
lovely house, which already had quite a lot of bookshelf space built into
the house.  This was her real home and finally she could look through some
of the artifacts she had found in some of the more interesting places they
had visited, and she could actually relax not being around Shaggy and Fred.
The guys were nice, but a girl has to be able to take her bra off and
relax.

   She reached behind herself, and under her orange sweater to unhook her
bra.  Immediately a wave of relief washed over her as she let, her large,
heavy breasts be free from the constraints of her heavy duty pink bra. 
With the size of her breasts the bras she had to buy were too often
uncomfortable after a long period of time, and with all that time in the
van or running from some guy in a costume she really needed this.  Her
hands moved to her breasts and she massaged them with her fingers trying to
help herself relax.  She let out a soft "Mmm" noise as she sat back in a
comfortable chair.  After giving her breasts a final heave, Velma lets go
of them to pick up a bottle of wine, and pour herself a generous glass. 
Her hands smooth her red skirt before she picks up the glass of red wine,
and takes a sip.

   Velma picked up a remote, and pointed it at her stereo to start some
music playing while she worked.  The sounds of the music along with the
wine helped her to relax.  Opening up the bag, Velma starts unpacking the
meticulously packaged artifacts she had collected, and sets them on the
table.  As she carefully sets each piece aside Velma recalls how she got
each artifact, thinking about her adventures with the gang makes her smile.
Her smile fades though as she unpacks two items she found in a jungle
temple in South America.  The first piece is a large stone phallus; the
whole temple had phallic imagery, which is crafted so carefully it almost
looks like a real cock.  The thirteen-inch long stone cock was carved so
expertly so that every vein stood out, and the head flared out from the
foreskin.  As her soft hands take the packing paper from the stone cock she
remembers how Daphne made fun of her and teased her over the temple.

   They had discovered the temple after revealing that a ghost was just a
land developer trying to scare people away, so they wouldn't find the
temple until it had already been paved over.  Once Velma and the rest of
the gang entered, the temple they discovered that it had amazing motifs of
tall warrior women.  The women were armed and heavily muscled, but had huge
breasts, and next to them was always the phallic imagery of cocks.  Velma
found it fascinating, but as she was studying the temple Daphne, who never
missed an opportunity to tease Velma, started making fun of Velma.

   "Studying what you can't get Velma?" Daphne asks in that shrill voice
she uses to tease Velma.  "Don't worry Velma, I'm sure you'll find a boy
one day with those cow tits of yours.  You're bound to get a pity dick
thrown at you some day Cow Tits." Daphne bursts out laughing, and is
quickly joined by Shaggy and Fred.  Velma blushed, turning her pale skin a
bright shade of pink, from the laughter and teasing.  She should be used to
this kind of humiliation, but it never stung any less as her supposed
friends made fun of her, and her body.  Velma tried to hide her
embarrassment by turning to study the temple engravings.

   Velma ground her teeth as she remembered, Shaggy and Fred always took
Daphne's side.  They were led around by their dicks.  Daphne never even
fucked either of them, but that did stop her from making sure they always
gave her doe eyes.  So what if she was skinny, Daphne was about as smart as
igneous rock, but Cow Tits was Daphne's favorite nickname for Velma and it
never failed to make the guys laugh or strangers for that matter.  It
wasn't like she could help the size of her hips or breasts, she worked out
quite a bit doing strength training, but Daphne, her supposed best friend,
loved to make herself feel better at Velma's expense.  Daphne never solved
any mysteries, and she rarely even helped or found any clues, but that
didn't matter to the boys they followed her around in the purple dresses
she likes to wear with their tongues hanging out.  Daphne was a friend, but
all that time in close quarters and all that teasing could really get on a
girls nerves.  Ugh, and she had promised Daphne she would go shopping with
her tomorrow.  Oh well, at least she would have a night to herself, doing
the research she loved so much, and it would just be shopping no month long
road trips for now.

   Velma files away her thoughts about Daphne, and the gang to turn to the
second item they had found from the Amazonian temple.  She removed the
paper, protecting the silver metal disc they had recovered next to the
stone cock.  The size of dinner plate, the silver disc had runes etched all
over the surface of both sides of the disc.  In the middle of the disc
stood a woman in full armor standing at attention, her armor and sword
etched in exquisite detail.  Setting the disc down Velma takes another
quick sip of wine before positioning her desk lamp to shine right on the
silver Amazonian disc.  Taking out a magnifying glass, she starts looking
closely at the runes etched in the silver surface of the disc.  Amazingly,
the silver surface of the disc doesn't seem to have suffered any tarnish.
With a finger she traces one of the runes.  Hmmm, it doesn't appear to be
any alphabet that Velma knows of.  Could this be a race that had previously
been undiscovered?

   Velma's breathing quickens in excitement as she thinks of the
possibility that she could have helped discovered something of major
historical significance.  Using a finger, on the bridge of her glasses, she
pushes her glasses up her nose as she leans back in her chair.  Picking up
the wine glass, she swirls the red liquid in the glass for a moment before
taking a long drink.  Her other hand slips off her black Mary Jane shoes so
that she can slip her orange, sock covered legs underneath her.  What was
this race like?  The depictions in the temple only showed women, but the
women it did show were women that Velma could admire.  They were all shown
as strong, voluptuous women that were warriors, or leaders.  Velma did her
share of strength training, lifting weights, so that she could protect
herself in many of the dangerous situations she encountered on her trips.
Curvy, wide hipped women seemed to be the norm in this new Amazonian race
not the skinny bitches like Daphne are the rest that seemed to be so
popular in American culture.  Oh, what it would be like to be respected,
for her brains and body, instead of belittled by more popular girls, and
marginalized by men.  All too often Velma's research and discoveries would
be co-opted, or outright stolen by men.  If it were a just society Velma
would have a lot more articles published in major peer-reviewed journals,
but no she was to remain just some sleuth in a van.

   While Velma sipped her wine with one hand, idly thinking about what
could be, while with a finger of her other hand she traced the runes on the
silver disc.  Gently chewing on her lower lip she didn't notice at first as
the disc started to grow an eerie green, but as the glow grew brighter and
brighter she finally noticed the glowing disc.  Her mouth dropped open in
shock as she looks towards the, now brightly glowing disc.

   "Jinkies!" She exclaimed as the green light washes over Velma and she
feels a warmth wash over her.  Her skin becomes warm while at the same time
goose bumps rise all over her skin.  Unable to pull her eyes away from the
glowing disc she watches the runes writhe and move, as if they were alive.
The warmth of the light spreads all throughout her, and her lips part to
let out a soft little moan as the warmth starts to turn into sexual
pleasure.  Her nipples harden, and throb as they push against the fabric of
her orange sweater.  Velma feels her clit become erect, and ache with the
pleasure building inside her.  Her clit felt harder, and longer then she
had ever felt it, and it begged to be touched.

   Velma felt her panties become soaked with all the lubrication her cunny
was producing.  She squeezed, and rubbed her thighs together, and the
electric feelings that produced in her brain made he let out an animalistic
groan of pleasure.  Feeling only a sense of urgency to pleasure herself she
quickly moved her legs out from under her, and her hands yanked up her red
skirt to grab hold of her pink panties.  She half ripped them, half yanked
them off her, letting the soaked mass of lace land on the wooden floor with
a loud splat noise.  One hand moved quickly to rub her erect clitty, while
her other hand pulled up her orange sweater to play with her throbbing
nipples.

   The green light of the mystical silver disc reflected off the glasses of
Velma as she squeaked in shock at the size of her clit, it seems to have
grown quite a bit, almost two inches long now.  Her nipples seem to have
grown thicker, and longer as well but not nearly as much as her clit.  Both
had become much more sensitive as each touch of Velma's fingers made her
moan, and writhe in pleasure.  Her fingers pinched and pulled on her
nipples while she ran the fingers of her other hand up and down over the
length of her clit.  The green light from the disc seemed to pulse, and
throb with the building pleasure in Velma's body.

   Suddenly Velma felt the need to be filled, she let go of her nipples and
picked up the stone dick on the table.  With no more preambles, she pushed
the thick head of the cock, past the lips of her cunny and deep into her
pussy.  Velma closed her eyes as she opened her mouth, and screamed in
ecstasy as she felt her pussy stretch with the intruding stone dick.  This
fake cock was much bigger than the fingers she usually used when she
masturbated, and she felt herself stretch almost to the point of pain to
take the stone phallus.  Her fingers flied over her clit as her orgasm
quickly approached; she felt the stone cock stop as it hit her hymen. 
Growling in frustrating she pushed hard on the dick, forcing it past her
virginity, and deep into her.  The pain from her broken hymen didn't stop
Velma for a moment as she worked the stone cock deeper into cunny.  Wet
sounds and groans filled the room as Velma fucked herself hard and fast. 
As she pounded her pussy she felt an electric current grab hold of her as
she started coming harder than she ever had before.  The green light from
the disc became almost blinding as her convulsing cunny started squirting
for the first time in her life.  The liquid splashed on the wooden floor as
Velma had the most intense orgasm of her life.  After what seemed like an
eternity, she collapsed in the chair in a limp, exhausted, and soaked mess.
As she finished the green light from the silver disc vanished.

   The stone cock slipped out of her pussy and landed on the floor with a
thud, but Velma didn't care.  She kept her eyes closed as she slowly
managed to catch her breath, and her huge breasts stopped heaving up and
down.  "Mmm, oh jinkies." Velma moaned out as she felt the after tremors
from her orgasm pass through her body and brain.  That was the most amazing
orgasm she had ever had, even better then when Scooby licked peanut butter
off her cunny, and that was such an amazing experience she would have
Scooby do it whenever she was certain she wouldn't get caught.  She was
always afraid of being caught with Scooby, the teasing she would receive if
the gang knew what she did with Scooby would never stop.

   Her eyes finally fluttered open, and her gaze rested on the silver disc
that had given her such a powerful cum.  She gasped as she watched the
silver disc tarnish before her eyes, and then crumble into dust as if it
was never there.  The destruction of something that had brought Velma so
much pleasure, and a unique historical artifact, almost reduced her to
tears.  Taking a couple of deep breaths, she calmed herself down, trying
not to despair that she wouldn't feel that strange green light again. 
Reaching out, with a still shaky hand she picked up her glass of wine and
took a big gulp.  Putting her feet on the floor, she felt the warm, sticky
goo that she had squirted out, and she giggled, a little happier at the
silliness of her own juices in-between her toes, and how her socks soaked
up some of her cum.  As she stood up a great tiredness overcame Velma, and
her lips cracked as she gave a wide yawn.  Her eyelids were heavy, and she
felt exhausted.

   "I guess cumming that hard really took it out of me.  I'll clean up this
mess tomorrow." Velma said as she waved dismissively at the floor, and she
started to make her way to her bedroom.  She pulled the already half-way
off sweater, off and let it drop to the floor in the hallway.  Her fingers
unzipped her skirt, and she let it join her sweater, on the floor, a few
feet away.  Her king sized, four-poster bed called her, and once she
reached it she crawled under the covers, not bothering to take off her
orange socks.  As soon as her head hit the pillow, Velma fell into a deep
sleep.