For a few weeks, Norville Rogers, mostly known as Shaggy Rogers, hasn’t been participating with his other 3 friends of Mystery Inc. to find clues about haunted monsters and the supernatural. And on top of that, he was also absent for a few weeks from Crystal Cove High School. None of Shaggy’s friends were aware of what was going on with his family, but neither him nor even Scooby-Doo had ever shown up during the preceding weeks.
The three remaining teens were wondering where Shaggy has been during these weeks and why they haven’t told any of them before. This hasn’t dawned on them until they’re biology teacher, Dr. Yantz insisted, “It’s about time you three ask Norville where he is! Because this is getting ridiculous! He hasn’t been in school for almost 2 weeks! He’s missing out on so much school work! It’s gonna plummet this grade if he keeps this act up!”
Velma groans as she rolls her eyes. She’s gonna have a ton of work to do once Shaggy comes back to school. “Looks like I have to be Shaggy’s personal teacher again...” she adjusts her glasses and scoffs once her arms were folded, “and just when I thought he didn’t need any help with his education...” Daphne was applying more slip stick to her lips and checking her mini-mirror. Until she noticed Velma’s almost glaring look, the ginger realizes the aura and said, “Oh! Yes, yes, yes! Something uh... must’ve happened to Shaggy! W-We are trying to contact him, but he didn’t even respond to any of us...yup! Yes sir! Tee-hee...”
Daphne was trying her damnest not to appear suspicious. Notwithstanding the amount of sweat appearing all over her face. Dr. Yantz just side-eyed Daphne until he looked at Fred, who had his head down and beneath his broad arms. He was sleeping.
“FRED!” The blonde hunk jumped out of his seat from fright and fell to the ground. He made a literal laughingstock out of himself as a lot of students who weren’t Daphne and Velma laughing him. It was trailing embarrassing and pathetic.
Deadpan, Dr. Yantz said, “Fred. You are the leader of your little... ‘quartet’. Correct?” Fred stayed silent for a second. “Yes...?” he answered awkwardly. Dr Yantz raised an eyebrow and scoffed, “What do you mean ‘yes?’ YOU ARE! Like excuse me?! You literally hang out with their little group of friends. I mean, am I wrong????” Fred didn’t say anything. “That’s what I thought. Now have you asked Norville where he is?”
Fred blinked towards Velma and Daphne, who were giving him gestures to lie to him, he did the exact opposite. “No?”
Velma and Daphne facepalm in synchronization. “NO!? What do you mean no!?” Dr. Yantz shouted. “Then that must mean that Shaggy is doing something devious and you guys are encouraging him huh?!”
Fred gulped. Dr. Yantz shook his head. “You know what? The deadline is in 3 weeks, and off you none of you shape up on time, your friend will fail and all of you will get detention! And—”
Then the bell rang and every kid left Dr. Yantz classroom.
Moments later, Fred was getting more books for his second class as he bore an unbothered expression on his pale face. Velma walks up to him with her signature scowl and the blonde turned to her. “What?” Fred asked, looking accused. “Do not ‘what?’ me, Jones! You had some nerve flaking out on all of us like that!” Velma sneered. “No thanks to you, all of us are in trouble. Like, are you proud of yourself?” Fred blinked a few minutes from Velma’s complaint, until he stood his ground. “Listen, I was just being honest. Shaggy hasn’t even bother calling any of us. I-it’s not my fault!” Fred said.
The beautiful red head walked over to Fred and exclaimed, “Yeah, but you could’ve at least lied to him!” “But it won’t help our current situation, will it? He didn’t even bother telling us where he is? So how would we even know what’s he doing?”
“He did.”
Fred and Daphne looked at Velma as she was holding up her orange phone. “And I thought I was the smart one here...” Velma showed her phone on messages where Shaggy messaged her that he was sick and probably would be out of school for a few weeks. “So he only messaged Velma, and not the rest us—” Fred was cut off as Daphne said, “Um Fred...” Daphne was holding up her purple phone, showing Fred the similar message of Shaggy being sick.
Fred was shook. None of them knew that Shaggy was ill since the entire time! And now all of them are going to get some form of retribution by the time Shaggy returns to school. Fred finally looked through his phone and got similar message from Shaggy. A little bit more specific as he told that he had a fever and his parents would be out working until the end of the month. Daphne peaks her head in Fred’s view, scheming through Shaggy’s text message and said, “Oh so he has a fever! And his parents aren’t home....”
“...”
Velma and Daphne immediately poked their noses so they wouldn’t take care of Shaggy while he’s ill. Unfortunately Fred only copied at the last second as it was too late. Fred groaned in defeat. “What’s wrong, Freddy? Don’t like Shaggy?” Velma raises an eyebrow and the single edge of her smirk curled upward. Daphne gasps. “VELMA!”
Realizing where the context was going, Fred blushes and retorted, “NO NO NO! YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG VELMS!” He was waving his hands around in denial. “I-I mean, I do like Shaggy! B-but n-not that way!”
Velma’s face grew deadpan as Daphne sighed in relief. “I care about all of you guys equally! That’s what friends are for!...right?”
Daphne sighed exasperatedly, and Velma, “Uh-huh, sure you’re friends. ‘Cause if you were, you would be talking to each other more often, isn’t that right, Daphne?” Velma gave Daphne a sour yet scheming look. Daphne feigned politeness and said, “OH! Uh...uh...y-yes. We think it’s about time you too should talk to each other more! Not that we’re telling you to be g— I MEAN... not that we’re pressuring you to do any sort of—”
“You’re digging to deep Daph..” Velma said. What the girls said are true. While Shaggy is apart of their friend group, he rarely talks to any of them individually, accept when it comes to Velma during her phase of sexual frustration earlier. Fred just shook his head with exhaustion and waved his single hand to the girls. “It’s alright, girls. There’s no need to fight. After all, Shaggy is my friend, I have no problem hanging out with him....” Fred turned away for a second, “...let alone taking care of him.
“THEN IT’S SETTLED!” As the final bell rang, everyone dismissed from the campus’s hallway. “Looks like you’re in charge of taking care of Shaggy till he gets better! So long housewife!” Velma giggles as she runs away with her book bag, and she was followed by Daphne hysterically calling out her name. The tall blonde just facepalmed in embarrassment. His entire face coated with crimson at the thought of him actually being in love with Shaggy, even though they are both men, it’s something that he wouldn’t understand. Much like with Daphne, as he fails to understand any blatant signals of her love for him despite always throwing herself at him.
Fred is just not the person who would be into romance... well with Daphne that is. He only wounds up attracted to other people who aren’t her, which is rather funny consider how he would always ignore/reject her feelings, much to her chagrin. Daphne just can’t win!
Fred finally arrived at Shaggy’s front side of his home. Like himself and Daphne, the brunette also resides in a mansion. But out of the three of them, Daphne’s mansion oughta be the largest, most colossal mansion he has ever seen in person. For all he knew about Shaggy, he didn’t know he was wealthy, given his mannerism. But he always had a feeling given how much food he could afford for him and Scoob.
Fred rings the doorbell for someone to answer the door. There hasn’t been any certain sound for a good 30 seconds so he rang it again. He was about to ring the door the third time until it finally opened. It was Scooby. “Fred! Harr are ruu!?” Scooby said warmly, with his iconic speech impediment. “It’s goin’ good Scoob!” Fred’s smile changed to neutral as he continued, “But enough about me, let’s talk about Shaggy. Is he getting better?” Scooby nodded but then he said, “I do need serm helrp. I’m exhausted!” Scooby opened the door a little bit wider for Fred to enter, before he rested on his dog bed. Fred closed the door behind himself to check around the house.
Shaggy’s house interior looked much bigger than he imagined. He was struggling to find Shaggy’s room as all the doors were open. Welp, this is what happens when you’re rich. He soon spots one the rooms closed shut, and then he knocked on the door.
“S-shaggy. Shaggy are you in there?” Inside Shaggy’s room, the sick brunette was in a deep sleep. His face looking rather red with a lot of sweat pouring down his face. Shaggy would’ve felt better had his parents trust him and even Scooby with the medicine within the house. It took Shaggy about 2 weeks for him to notice some change with his illness. As the knocking grew harder, Shaggy groaned harshly. He struggled but managed to lift himself up despite his weakened muscles unable lift up most of his entire body weight. Shaggy manages to open the door and Fred was right in front of him, on the verge of annoyance.
“Finally Shaggy. My knuckles were about to—” Fred covers his eyes as his face turned deep vermillion. “JESUS CHRIST, SHAG! PUT CLOTHES ON!!!” Shaggy looked down at himself, grimaced for a few seconds and walked towards his drawers and picked out one of his boxers. “Sorry dude. Like, I didn’t know you’d be coming here...” Shaggy’s voice sounded more guttural and lower in pitch than normal, not as much as Fred though. Fred was still averting his gaze even though Shaggy managed to put an article of clothing on. “You can look now,” Shaggy said.
Fred finally looked at Shaggy straight, but he still looked flustered. Fred as never seen Shaggy’s bare torso before, and now that he’s seen it, he’s finally seeing the kid in a different light. While Shaggy doesn’t abs, he some slight muscle definition to make up for his slender physique. He appears to be lanky and unattractively gangly out of the gang whilst wearing baggy clothes. But in reality, he seems to have a very fit figure which is a sign that he exercises after his round of engorging himself to an abundance food. Realizing the situation, Shaggy teases, “Oh come on! You have one too!”
Fred gets even redder and whips his head to him and yelled, “SO?! T-THAT THING IS.... IS...” “Massive?” Shaggy finishes his sentence as he walks to his bed. He sits on his bed and said, “So like...” Shaggy covers his mouth and coughs. “What’s up?” Fred manages to get serious and says, “I’m here to take care of you.”
There was a moment of silence.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Shaggy really thought it was a joke, or so one would think. “I’m serious Shaggy!” Shaggy wiped a tear from his eyes as he manages to catch himself. “Thanks dude but I’m fine! My sickness is getting better,” notwithstanding the sniffle mind you, “so you don’t have to go through all the trouble to...t-to...” Shaggy made a large sneeze, mucus coming out of his nostrils. Fred looked disgusted, but sympathetic. “Okay, I’m not fine Fred! I just don’t want to burden myself for anymore! I just want to be less annoying to you, because I’m always so needy whether I’m endanger! But I’m telling you, let me handle this! You don’t have to help!”
Fred looked at him in a serious manner. “Shaggy, you’re not annoying, alright? It’s my job to help you anyway. I’m always here to help you. Nothing can make my opinion of you go any lower.” Fred sits close to Shaggy, giving the latter access to gaze at the blonde’s thick thighs. “That’s what friends are for, right?” Shaggy nodded with relief and acceptance. Shaggy smiled and said, “There is some Thera-flu and NyQuil in the kitchen, my parents don’t trust me with them though...” “Got it,” Fred leaves Shaggy’s room to the kitchen, and Shaggy lays down again.
Shaggy’s face grew redder, not from the fever, but from blushing. ‘Like, I know Fred’s always been attractive. Not to me at least. But like, even more sexy than I thought....’ Shaggy ponders. He covers himself with his blanket as he relaxes himself.
After Shaggy used the NyQuil, he was in another deep sleep at 6:00 pm. Meanwhile, Fred was right beside his bed with a stool he found, and he was reading his trap magazines with a lady in the cover. Fred decided to check Shaggy’s temperature with the back of his hand and said, “Looks like he is getting better after all. All he just needed was some medicine.” Fred started pondering something else and didn’t realize that his backhand was still on Shaggy’s forehead. ‘What is wrong with me?.... I don’t know why I think of Shaggy this way. He just looks so... handsome....’
Then Fred’s wrist was grabbed by a gangly hand was grabbed right into bed. Skinny hands securing Fred’s waist as he was pulled even closer. “Sh—Shaggy?! W-what’re you—” “Sleep with me....” Shaggy expressed with dreariness. “Please...” Fred try wiggling his way out but Shaggy’s grip was too strong! So damn strong! He felt a lot of firmness from Shaggy’s slim muscles. “Shaggy...you’re still sick...” “It’s ok. That’s not gonna stop us. After all... you’re getting pretty tired yourself. So let me take care of you too, okay?” Shaggy’s voice sounded relaxed as his half-lidded eyes looked into Fred’s own. Fred gave up trying and just closed his eyes and slept with Shaggy.
30 more minutes later, Fred was in a heavy sleep while something long and hard was rubbing on his crotch. He felt his torso getting groped in a very sensual way, causing him to flinch a little bit.
Drool was coming down his mouth so it was sealed with something warm and wet. Then Fred’s white shirt was pulled upwards and his large, fluffy pectorals were groped with 2 hands. Then Fred started opening his eyes just a little. ‘S-Shaggy?...’ Shaggy and Fred’s lips were locked together, then the brunette shifts himself away. “Sorry Fred,” Shaggy apologizes. “I didn’t know what came over me...”
Fred turns his head away, reflecting on what just happened. “S-Shaggy...” Fred said, “w-why would you...” “I’m sorry Freddy!” Shaggy pleaded. “I couldn’t help myself! I couldn’t!”
The brunette’s big, gangly hands were fondling Fred’s backside. Long fingers poking on the fat. Fred, due to his kind nature, couldn’t push Shaggy, so instead he leaned his face away from him. “Shaggy, enough!” Fred ordered. “We’re both guys, and we shouldn’t do this!” Shaggy’s eyes were about to tear up. “But Freddy! You said that you would help me, and that your opinion of me wouldn’t go any lower!”
Fred didn’t understand what was going on, he couldn’t possibly fathom the idea of him and Shaggy becoming a couple with each other. But then again, he has seen Shaggy in a much different perspective. And he himself his also rocking an erection that was smaller than Shaggy’s. “S-Shaggy.... I-I’m so sorry...”
Fred felt very light-hearted, not because was tired mind you. Fred felt his pants being slowly pulled downwards as Shaggy started suckling one of Fred’s dark red nipples like a baby. “...S-Shaggy~ A-Aaah~!♡♡”
Shaggy was lapping the cute, dark rose buds energetically, and Fred flips his head up. The blonde’s face gets redder and redder, as his eyes became blurry. “S-Shaggy! Enough! Something’s coming out of me!!!” Fred ordered to the brunette. However, instead of stopping, Shaggy gripped to Fred even tighter, to his grimace. “No! Don’t cum!” Shaggy begged pathetically as he started humping Fred aggressively. His boxers slowly started sliding off to reveal his fully erected, 8-inch hard-on.
Fred looks down at Shaggy as the latter shifted himself to be right between the cleft of the blonde’s blossoming bosom. His chest went up and down from his harsh breaths. Fred felt something wet and warm against his butt.
“S-shaggy?...P-please...” Fred started squirming around, but unfortunately, it was useless. No matter how good it felt, Fred never wanted this in the first place. He didn’t want to act so cold to Shaggy, but what the latter is doing is making him lose trust in him. “Just stay still Freddy, let me f*ck you...”
“HUH?!” Fred didn’t like where this was going. “SHAGGY! WE’RE BOTH BOYS!” “And what’s more to like.” Shaggy begins to shove the glands in right into Fred’s entrance. “W-WAIT! WAIT! I DIDN’T SAY YES—OOHHH!!!♡♡♡” Fred’s pecker was twitching like crazy. He really wanted to cum now. It’s not possible to hold back one’s ejacul*tion, especially if another would deprive the right to cum.
Fred was now on top of Shaggy, but Shaggy was thrusting right beneath him. Shaggy’s blanket was getting moist with sweat and other fluids culminating. The blonde was seeing stars. “Eeeeugghhh...~!!! Auuhhhh....!!” Fred moaned out desperately. “S-Shaggy....shtop! T-too mushh—fuaahhh~!!!♡♡♡” Fred wasn’t even able to rest for a second as Shaggy started fingering his anus as he was thrusting in it. “Hieeee!!! NOOOOHHHHH~!!!” Fred squirted his sem*n all over Shaggy’s flat chest and his his face. Shaggy sighed as he held Fred tight, whilst penetrating him.
Fred’s eyes was rolled back completely. “Like, if you can still here me, I’m gonna cum, ok? Dude?!” Shaggy yells to Fred in hopes of bringing him to his senses. “Alright! Gonna cum now!” Fred was forced down on Shaggy’s pelvis as his penis slid within his rectum completely. Cum was flowing out of the blonde’s asshole and all over the covers, yet he himself was still in a daze.
“Thanks for taking care of my Freddy~♡” Shaggy kissed the mind f*cked Fred. “Because I’ll always take care of you from now on. Like, that’s what friends are for, right dude?”
Fred, no longer in a daze, hesitated for a while.
“Right...”
Epilogue
Fred has now caught Shaggy’s fever.
‘Damn you Shaggy! You said you’d take care of me when I took care of you! You selfish perv!’ Fred grumbled while he was resting on his stomach in his bed.
Daphne looked on at Fred with sympathy, but that’s only because it’s Fred. And she passionately volunteered to take care of him. “It must’ve been real hard work taking care of the ill,” Daphne sulks as she pays on Fred’s abdomen, and it was very hot. Then she leans closer to him so their foreheads could connect, his forehead is also very hot.
“But it’s worth it, right?” Daphne asked to Fred. Not realizing the atmosphere, Fred answered, “Um...no...?” Daphne’s eyes widened to that answer. Then she turned away. “I-I’ll just go make some tea...”
The End
