9 Am Crystal Cove
Mystery Machine Productions office
Velma opened up and started the coffee machine. She started up her personal terminal and logged into the teams server.
“Let’s see what Daph and Shaggy got the other night,” Velma muttered to herself as she went back to get a cup of coffee.
She was inturpted by her phone ringing. She looked at the caller ID before answering it.
“Hi Daphne,” Velma answered, “How is it going at that fort? That’s good, any paranormal stuff? Well if anything comes up… Fly out there? You know I opted out of the field… EMF spikes? Well yeah I am the brains… OK I will go so we can explain it to the park people. I see the email here on my terminal. You are right it will be easier than me recording myself and editing it in after the fact. No, Fred won’t be coming. I’m sure of that. See you tomorrow.”
Velma sighed after hanging up the phone. Velma gestured that she removed a knife from her side before going back to her coffee.
*
Velma was surprised to see the team working out of a hotel room and Daphne’s Mystery Machine nowhere to be seen.
“Like we are parked on the other side of the lake,” Shaggy giggled.
“And this is Winnie,” Daphne introduced a new ginger haired girl, “She is joining us on the road as another investigator and production assistant.”
Velma looked the girl up and down, brown suede knee skirt, brown blouse, stockings and riding boots. There was no makeup aside from sloppy lip gloss. Velma smiled and shook her hand before sitting down with Shaggy to go over their tapes and looking for spooky stuff hidden in there.
*
Velma straighten her jacket and turtleneck before Daphne asked for her to come in and explain the counter arguments against paranormal activity.
“Velma Dinkley,” Velma introduced herself, “Double Masters in physics and comparative mythologies.”
“Not a doctor?” the park administrator muttered under her breath.
“Velma’s doctoral paper currently under review and should be approved next year,” Daphne smiled death at the park administrator.
Velma was struck by how assertive Daphne just was and how much sharper her hearing was compared to normal.
*
A Half an hour later Shaggy and Winnie were back in the hotel editing while Daphne and Velma went to the docks to catch the last boat across the lake.
“So what’s with the girl,” Velma asked getting on the boat, “Is she replacing Fred?”
“Winnie?” Daphne smiled, “She claims to be a werewolf… no really, not a rabid one.”
“Is this like that drug chick that Shaggy dated” Velma asked, “Goggles or something? Claimed he was turned into a werewolf to race against the other Universal Movie Monsters.”
“Winnie isn’t on drugs,” Daphne chuckled, “She grew up here, went to private school, and came back here. You should have seen her, she dressed like her father!”
“So…” Velma prodded.
“She was a student at the private school I forced Shaggy to take the job at,” Daphne shrugged, “We bumped into her here in town and after I talked to her and her father, it was agreed that she would be a crew member for at least till the end of the season filming.”
Velma and Daphne didn’t say anything for a while.
“Thank you for backing me in there,” Velma smiled at Daphne.
“I personally can’t wait to say ‘Here is our Doctor of physics to explain why this isn’t paranormal’. But ‘Doctor Dinkley?’ What happened to Mrs. Jones?” Daphne said.
Velma took a deep breath.
“Remember Fred’s obsession with Red Harrington?” Velma said.
“The Red Head Jerk?” Daphne said, “I haven’t thought of him in years.”
“Well Fred stayed obsessed with him,” Velma lowered her head for a second before sitting up, “Oh hell the Divorce decree was sighed last week! I came home a few months ago to find Red balls deep in Fred’s ass and giving him a reach-around. After that Fred admitted he was always gay and moved in with Red while we filed for divorce. Fred hasn’t come out to anyone else yet.”
“Well I still want you to be part of our team!” Daphne smiled.
“What about you and Shaggy?” Velma prodded.
“It’s good,” Daphne smiled, “Let’s be honest I am going to have to ask him and we will be introduced as Mrs and Mr Daphne Blake. But we are getting pretty serious.”
“What does Scooby have to say about it” Velma asked.
“Rey ri ryng to reep!” Daphne imitated Scooby, “He seems excited about us quote raving ruppies, end quote. His only problem is that we are too loud working on it.”
“Puppies?” Velma arched her eyebrow.
“Well the two legged kind,” Daphne smiled, “Oh come on, I am not running for mother of the year, but I wouldn’t be the worst, right?”
*
“God,” Velma said finishing her dinner, “Scooby and Shaggy might be screaming cowards over everything, but they keep your RV’s kitchen well stocked with some good food.”
“Yeah, lets check out the cabin I rented,” Daphne smiled as the moon started to rise.
Velma followed her friend not suspecting the trap. Velma followed Daphne to the cabin and went in first. She heard the clank of the door seal behind them as Daphne closed the door. Velma looked at the metal bars on the inside of the cabin.
“What?” Velma shouted at Daphne.
Daphne’s face started to change, red hair became visible on her arms, neck and legs.
“This place has a way of bringing out your werewolf,” Daphne growled, “And Velma I want you to be part of my pack you sexy bitch!”
Velma raised her arm as she screamed and then screamed at the sight of the claws growing from the end of her fingers. Her senses started to explode… but there was something that she couldn’t help but smell, the desire of a dominant Alpha. It made her feel weak in the knees. Her legs gave out as they altered to become more lupine and hairy. She felt her sweater being ripped off her back and a set of fangs clamp on the back of her neck… It felt so good and sexy…
*
Velma woke in a daze, the world assaulted her senses. She smelled sex, love, dominance, submission, fur, the woods, animals, people… everything.
“Sorry, but we broke your glasses,” Daphne’s voice was like a siren calling to her.
Velma opened her eyes, Daphne came into focus. Daphne came into perfect focus, better than with her glasses.
“I don’t think I need them anymore,” Velma said looking around, then turned to Daphne, “I can see everything perfectly.”
“You have very pretty green eyes,” Daphne kissed Velma.
“Thank you Mistress,” Velma shocked herself with her statement.
“Shaggy calls me that too,” Daphne smiled, “I am the pack Alpha. Welcome to our lives together as a werewolf pack. Once the park ranger opens up we will have to get ready to take the boat back across the lake to introduce you to Winnie’s old job at the sex shop.”