Patron Reward: Scooby Doo and The Grappling Ghoul (Patreon)

A short reward story for the month. It technically should have been shorter, but I had too much fun writing the dumb Scooby style intro and outro that would have taken up most of the page count so I let that slide for funsies. 

But a Scooby Doo style mystery. I really liked Mystery Inc and have been liking Be Cool Scooby Doo more than expected, incidentally, and I was surprised when I realized I hadn't really written anything in the Scooby universe. I do have an old idea laying around of a goth parody version of them as a group of horny monster hunters called Misery Inc. though.

Mystery Inc had found themselves wandering into the middle of another mystery. The Starlight Stadium claimed that they were being haunted by the ghost of Loretta Lariat, which people had taken to calling after her ring name: The Grappling Ghoul. Some suspected this was revenge for her injuries in the ring 20 years ago trying to close the stadium down, but the bunch of college age sleuths had suspicions otherwise. They had spoken with several potential suspects (Loretta’s wrestler daughter, the league’s manager who was positioned to make a decent profit from selling the place, and an old referee who Loretta had blamed for her injury), but none of them quite matched up to the clues and timing of the ghost’s startling chases. They needed one more clue to tie things together.

The gang did what they did best: they split up. Realizing that they hadn’t explored the locker rooms, Daphne and Velma went into the ladies changing room while Fred, Scooby and Shaggy took the men’s.

“What exactly makes us think abandoned sports bras and old boots are going to tell us? Yuck…”

Daphne slammed the locker she was investigating shut. The feminine redhead dressed in her usual violet dress and leggings. She came from a rich family but she wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty in pursuit of a monster. Checking the row of lockers across from her was Velma. The curvy freckled ginger wore her usual orange skirt and sweater along with her thick glasses.

“We can’t tell whose locker is whose, but it’s the perfect place for some phony ghost to hide their supplies. Just look for anything out of place.”

Velma opened one of the lockers, narrowing her eyes at a knocked over can of what resembled spray paint. She sniffed the odd chemical curiously.

“Jinkies! This might be what I need to close this case!” she gasped.

“Uh… Velma? I think I found something out of place related to the ghost too,” Daphne muttered carefully.

“What’s that?”

Velma turned to find that Daphne had opened the curtain to the communal showers. Waiting just inside was a towering, overly muscular woman with glowing, bright blue skin, a large fanged mouth, large thick boots and a skintight, black wrestling singlet covered in a pattern of skulls stretched across its broad bust. A snarl and a light fog emitted from her mouth.

“THE GRAPPLING GHOUL!” the girls exclaimed.

They ran out of the locker room but the monster gave chase. The Ghoulie took a swipe at them with a long, loping arm, getting close enough to graze Daphne’s hair. The girls veered off to the left, escaping down the winding backstage hallways trying to lose The Ghoul. They ducked in and out of doors but the monster stayed close in hot pursuit. Velma followed Daphne through another random door, just to go stumbling into a pitch black room. They broke into some startled yelping and crashing as they tripped over a few things while refusing to slow down. It wasn’t clear what they were running into until they followed the only light source they could find.

It led them right down the runway and towards the ring in the center of the empty arena. The Ghoul was still snarling just behind them as Daphne looked towards Velma.

“Well… any more idea… oh!”

“What? Oh jinkies…”

Velma saw Daphne staring at her and looked down. She noticed herself that in their mad dash through the darkness, they must have stumbled through the changing rooms. They ended up in some tight leotards, wrestling boots and elbow pads in colors that coincidentally matched the colors of their usual clothes. The Ghoul’s howl echoed behind them, so Velma pointed towards the ring.

“We can hide under there. Quick!”

The girls sprinted towards the ring. Daphne lifted up the ring apron and had just started to duck underneath when two powerful hands grabbed them by the hair. Velma and Daphne shrieked in surprise and pain as they were lifted off their feet and thrown into the ring by the Grappling Ghoul. They tumbled in under the ropes as the monster forced the ropes apart with her impressive strength.

“Ohhh… oppooonents,” The Ghoul growled in a gruff, barely legible voice.

Daphne and Velma scrambled to their feet. They quickly decided that they couldn’t escape the ring that easily, especially with it being the monster’s home turf. They seemed like they were forced to fight it as they warily stood their ground.

“I don’t like the looks of his one, Velma…” Daphne admitted.

“Don’t worry. I used to wrestle back in high school. This creep doesn’t know who she’s messing-”

The Ghoul didn’t bother to let the girls coordinate. It reached out with its lanky limbs and palmed the sides of their heads, thumping them against each other. They both grunted and fell to their knees, with one particular side effect included.

“My glasses! I can’t see without my glasses!” Velma yelped.

She fumbled around on the mats, not noticing the monster’s booted foot kicking the spectacles out of the ring. It focused its wrath on Daphne first, nabbing the dazed rich girl, grabbing her by the arms and lifting her back up in a full nelson. Daphne only started to shake out of the ringing in her head when the monstrous bruiser rushed one of the corners, sandwiching her between her barrel chest and the ringpost. Daphne’s eyes and mouth went wide as she screamed from her tits being crushed against the padded steel. Her breasts warped in shape as the air was knocked right out of her.

Daphne’s arms draped over the corner ropes, coughing as she struggled just to stay on her booted feet. The Ghoul grabbed one of her shoulders and spun her around to face her before grabbing the sleuth by her thighs.

“Ahh… get those grody claws off of me,” Daphne moaned, but she could barely writhe let alone escape her tormentor’s super strong grip.

The Grappling Ghoulie raised her legs in opposite directions, spreading them out flexibly so they rested on the middle ropes in a near split. She hung there like a scantily clad scarecrow as the big blue heel backed off, just to come charging towards her again. Daphne shook her head and hands at the incoming monster wrestler.

“No no nonono! AHHHH!”

The Ghoulie kicked like she was aiming for a field goal, except that her boot went between Daphne’s legs. The hard toe went deep past the spandex, cuntbusting the heiress right in the crotch. The lovely redhead let out a huge howl of pain as she tried to double over, only held up by the ropes with the help of all four of her limbs. She gagged and struggled to breathe through all the pain as The Ghoul crooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at her snarling, monstrous face.

“Don’t move…” she growled before turning her attention towards Velma.

The curvy and still blinded detective was fumbling around on all fours when the ghoulish girl slammed a boot down on her back. Velma cried out and grabbed at her stinging spine, but another stomp dropped her flat on the mats. The Ghoul raised a muscular arm and brought it slamming down with an elbow drop. Velma yelled out in pain as she was flattened underneath.

The Ghoulie climbed onto Velma’s back and snatched up one of her legs. She wrenched back on the trapped limb, twisting it around behind Velma’s lower back. The blinded nerd started screaming again, beating her fists on the mat and trying to claw her way out from under the crushing monster. The monster’s dense weight only added to the suffering her powerful arms could apply to her victim. Velma’s eyes watered as the leotard was stretched and pulled up tighter against her curves with Daphne still dangling powerless in her corner, left to listlessly watch her friend get bent out of shape by The Ghoulie.

The monster suddenly let go of Velma, letting her thick legs thump back to the mats. She winced and tried to rub her aching thighs but The Ghoulie caught the arm and dragged her up to her feet. The hold had Velma’s legs so shaky she could barely stand up straight, but the blue bruiser threw her across the ring all the same. Velma wailed as she awkwardly stumbled along the path the monster hard started her on. The girl’s eyes widened as they realized she was on a crash course with Daphne and the two clashed with a coordinated grunt. Their busts collided and bounced off each other, sending them both crumbling down in a groaning heap in the corner. They went tumbling in such a mess that Velma landed flat on her back just before Daphne landed ass first on top of her, accidentally facesitting her own teammate.

They were both too punchdrunk to notice much of anything as the monstrous wrestler moved in on them. The Grappling Ghoulie shoved them both up into loosely sitting positions as she sat settled in beside them, wrapping her long and muscular legs around them both in one go.

“Ugh… this is what we get for taking on a wrestler in a wrestling ring,” Daphne groaned.

“J-jinkies! We need to get out of here!”

Velma clumsily tried to climb out from between the legs, but she was so entangled with Daphne that she couldn’t even get close to scaling The Ghoul’s powerful limbs before they clamped shut. Both of the young sleuths were quickly crushed around their waists. They burst into screams and gags as they thrashed around, still stuck in place by the double body scissor. The long, strong legs bulged and flexed as they were left with little room to breathe in between. Daphne shoved at the monster’s chest while Velma pulled at the binding legs, but they couldn’t get the Ghoul to budge with either approach. The blue beast swung one of her large hands in a heavy swing, slapping Velma right across her chubby bosom. She huffed as her cries were cut off and she shuddered from the blow, knocked back against Daphne before the fellow redhead took a titslap of her own. She shrieked as the two were callously knocked around in her grasp, batted like a cat with her toys as they were knocked senseless and left helpless in her hold. When their bodies started to slump over her strong legs, The Grappling Ghoulie loosened the grip just to raise its legs up higher. They tightened around the girls’ necks this time, making their faces turn red and their tongues pop out of their mouths as she upgraded the body scissor to a head scissor. Their eyes rolled and they drooled over the muscular blue legs as The Ghoul even shifted its legs against each other. It made Daphne and Velma’s helpless faces mash together, unwillingly kissing and slobbering over each other in their weakened state.

When The Ghoul finally unwrapped her legs from their necks, the girls were sweaty, weary messes. A clothesline to Daphne’s chest put her flat on her back in an instant, and one to Velma’s back dropped her as well. The girls landed on top of each other, this time with Velma laying across Daphne’s front. They groaned witlessly, barely aware that the monster had knocked them into a 69 position as they moaned on each other’s crotches. The Ghoul’s powerful arms wrapped around them both, lifting them without disturbing their sexualized arrangement and leaping up, piledriving them both into the mats at once. They gave one last, hard grunt as they bounced off the mats, landing side by side like ragdolls. The monster crawled on all fours, looming over them and drooling hungrily from its gaping jaws. A broad hand planted itself on each of their breasts to pin them down.

“1… 2…” it growled.

“THREE! NOW!”

The Ghoul jerked in surprise at the sound of the other voice. The overhead lights flashed on extra bright, blinding her for a moment. That was all the rest of the gang needed to activate their trap, dropping a net over The Grappling Ghoulie. She howled and thrashed, but that just tangled her up worse while Shaggy and Scooby dragged the girls out of the ring.

“Like, that was a close one! Lucky we found you just in time,” Shaggy laughed nervously.

The rest of the staff arrived from all the commotion as Freddy approached the ring. The monster was a fully tangled and fully immobile mess by now. He grabbed the monster by its shaggy hair and pulled off the mask. Inside was a rather thin, angry-looking woman who was operating the costume like an elaborate mech suit.

“Stephie Gab the announcer!?” everyone exclaimed at once.

“That’s right! It was me! And I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you wrestling kids!”

“But why?” the manager asked, frowning in confusion at the sight.

“It’s obvious if we look at the clues. Tell ‘em, Velma!” Fred prompted proudly.

“Ugh… uhnnnnn…” the girls groaned uselessly, still splayed out on the floor in their leotards.

“Uhhhh…. maybe you’ve had enough, actually. Why don’t I do the explaining…?