The hunched, bandaged form of Mumm-Ra, ancient and decrepit, stared into the bubbling pool.  It showed what it always showed.  Images of the Thundercats.  Humping.
 
 Those blasted creatures were always at it.  Like cats in heat.  Then again they were cats in heat, he supposed.  But always humping.  All that damned noise.  He'd thrown shoes at them.  He'd hosed them with cold water.  He'd assaulted and attacked them in every way imaginable for years.
 
 And still the humping.  "Bah," he said in disgust.
 
 "MUMM-RA," boomed the collective voices of the Ancient Spirits.  "MUMM-RA!  THERE IS A WAY TO TURN THEIR PROMISCUITY AGAINST THEM.  CHECK THE ANCIENT TOME, MUMM-RA, THE ANCIENT TOME!"
 
 Mumm-Ra rolled his eyes.  Oh yah, this would work.  It always did.  He muttered some half formed insulting gibberish at the statues and went to flip through the old spell book.
 
 There was something different every time.  Whatever it was, it would always only work once, only during an eclipse, and was always utterly pointless.  He flipped the page of the tome and read the spell.
 
 A grin broke over his lips.  He read it again.  A laugh.  Again.  Peels of cackling laughter echoed through the halls of the Black Pyramid.
 

 
 Ancient Spell 5482(b) "Hot Flashes"
 
 Items needed: 1 disco ball (in a tree), 2 mating hares, 3 jazz albums, 4 condom packs, 5 porno mags, 6 crotchless panties, 7 wooden dildos, 8 pairs of handcuffs, 9 wonder bras, 10 Spanish Flies, 11 pints of sex sweat, and 12 silk nighties.
 
 Cooking instructions: Place all 12 sets of items in cauldron and stir well.  Perform incantation below during a lunar eclipse.  Timing is very important.  Spell will affect anyone orgasming as the final words are spoken.
 
 Spell effects: Any being orgasming when the final incantation is read shall be torn asunder from the fabric of reality and transported elsewhere and elsewhen.  Said effect to recur each time the newly cursed being climaxes.
 
 Incantation: Kay Wai Jell Li...Tro Jan...Par Tee...Lon Jer Ray...
 

 
 Mumm-Ra was stirring the ingredients into the cauldron as the lunar eclipse approached.  The cauldron was still showing cats humping, but this time, this time it was music to his ears.  Lord Lion-O, his hated foe, and that spotted speedster Cheetara were making a meat sandwich.  He cackled at his good fortune.
 
 He began the incantation just as things began to get hot and heavy.  He watched the figures in the cauldron with a little more attention then was strictly necessary as Lion-O thrust his stiff organ into Cheetara's eager folds.  She gasped and moaned, spreading her legs widely and slamming her hips down onto his.

 Lion-O matched the rhythm of her movements and thrust his cock faster and faster into her wet, pulsing opening, letting out small groans as his tension built and he increased his pace.  Lion-O's pelvis see-sawed up and down as Cheetara rode him, her head whipping around and her body writhing atop him as his hands groped her perfect orbs.

 Hmph, he'd have to speak fast, thought Mumm-Ra.  He raced through the words and felt the power of the spell begin to rise, humming its power to match the fevered pace of the lovers.

 "Oh, oh, ohhhh!!" Cheetara cried out as she felt her body release in wave after wave of pleasure, digging her long cat claws into Lion-O's muscular back and slithering around underneath him in utter bliss.  Lion-O pulled her close and pressed her lips to his own in a deep, passionate kiss, keeping up his feverish thrusts into her as he neared the edge.  He felt a 'HOOO!' coming on.

 Cheetara slipped her tongue into Lion-O's hot mouth, entwining it with his and holding him close as the last quivers of her orgasm continued to pulse through her body.  He grunted hard as he came to the moment of release.  Good thing she's so fast, he thought, as his organ swelled and spurted the hot sticky proof of his affection into her loins.  "HOOOOO!"
 
 Mumm-Ra spoke the final potent passage just as the images of Lion-O and Cheetara cried out in bliss.
 
 They vanished in a hot flash of light.  "YES!!!" yelled Mumm-Ra as he danced a boogie around the cauldron.  It had worked!  Lion-O and Cheetara were gone forever!  And nothing unexpected had happened at all!
 

 
 Alluro and Chilla were shaking the bed.  "Oh yes!" she cried, straddling the tied up and blindfolded Lunatac.  "Oh yes, yes, YES!!!" she screamed out as she jerked her cold hips up and down atop his ready rod.  She was smacking him in the chest with Luna's riding crop, which she had borrowed for the occasion.

 Alluro struggled in his binds, jerking erratically from side to side as the leather of the riding crop stung his flesh. He shoved his hips forward harder at each lash, pressing deeper into her wet and icy core.

 "Who's your mistress?" hissed Chilla in deep, husky tones as she whipped his flesh with the crop and threw herself up and down on his thrusting hips so hard that the bed bounced up and down with them.  Stabs of heat from his thick rod raced through her as her breathing got faster and faster.

 "You... are..." Alluro panted.  Chilla struck him hard again, leaving a bright red mark on his skin.

 "Hissss I didn't hear you!" she said in a demanding tone, shoving herself down hard on his hot shaft and forcing it even farther into her cold body, numbing him.

 "I... said that you are, Chilla. You're my mistress."  Alluro replied, a bit louder this time, and began squirming to move his cock to prevent it from getting frozen.

 "Louder!" she demanded in the throes of passion, her eyes starting to roll back into her head as the heady mixture of sexual satisfaction and total domination worked its way through her body.  "LOUDER!  Oooh!"  Her body spasmed as the rush of heat stabbed through her, thawed liquids from her interior gushing onto his lubricated wand as she slammed down one final time.

 The sensation of Chilla's quaking insides and the thrill of being whipped into submission was enough to send Alluro into a wild sexual frenzy. "You're my mistress, Chilla, use me, whip me, take me!!" Alluro shouted, pushing his hips forward with all the force he could muster into her shaking body, working himself up to his imminent orgasmic release.
 
"Oh, Chilla!! Aaahhhhhhhhh!!" Alluro shouted as he exploded inside her. Seconds later there was a strange hot flash all around them, and the next thing he knew, he was falling and landed painfully against a hard wooden floor, with Chilla still on top of him, her white hair tussled.  "Oh, Chilla, the earth really did move that time..."
 

 
 One moment Jackal-man was locked in the bathroom with a towel and alot of frustration.  One moment later he wasn't.
 

 A strange blue van, painted on the side with flowers in assorted shades of orange, yellow, and green, along with a logo of "The Mystery Machine", had just pulled up to the strange and decrepit old house.

 It was, as usual, a dark and stormy night.  A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the creepy old angles of the decaying wooden structure.  As the lightning flash faded another, stranger burst of light flared inside the old mansion.

 "Well, gang, this is the place." announced the blond, clean-cut young man driving the vehicle, looking at the abandoned home with far more enthusiasm than he should have.

 A redheaded girl in a short purple dress seated next to him nodded. "Yup, this is the old Jones place, where my neighbor Mr. Smith said we can find the will that proves that Old Man Jones' son stole inheritance that Mr. Jones actually left to Mr. Smith before he died."

 A scruffy-looking scrawny guy in the back with a huge great dane sitting next to him looked at the scary building and shivered. "Yeah, but the ghost of Old Man Jones is said to still haunt the place. I don't know about this, gang..."

 "Reah, Ry ron't row rabout ris..." echoed the large dog, who was amazingly able to speak.  No one in the van seemed to find this behavior strange.

 "Shaggy, Scooby, you're such chickens," a serious-looking female, dressed in a sweater, skirt, and thick glasses said in a disapproving tone. "Besides, Mr. Smith is not well enough to go looking on his own, and after you two ate all his food it's the least we could do to pay him back."

 Shaggy and Scooby patted their tummies and licked their lips, moaning in delight as they thought back to the 10 foot tall pillars of cheeseburgers and pizza slices they had each consumed.

 The group of them climbed out of the van and crept toward the house. "Jeepers! It is kind of creepy," the redhead agreed as each of the group heard loud moaning and floorboards creaking somewhere inside the 'deserted' house.

 "Aw, it'll be ok Daphne. And look, it's not even locked." Fred went up and opened the door. The group hesitantly followed in and they looked around the dimly lit room. "If we split up, we can find that lost will alot faster. But just to be on the safe side, let's meet back here in ten minutes.  Daphne, you and I can check upstairs.  Velma, you take Shaggy and Scooby and look for clues downstairs."

 Velma sighed.  She knew what 'checking upstairs' was code for.  Fred and Daphne would be getting it on while she did all the work and made sure Scooby and Shaggy didn't frighten themselves to death.  "Sure thing, Fred."

 Lion-O and Cheetara rolled over and smacked into thick the leg of a table. "Ouch!" Lion-O shouted. "What the hell is this?"

 "Where the hell are we?" Cheetara wondered, looking around for the first time. "Where's my bedroom? Where's my bed?"

 Lion-O looked up at the still-panting cheetah, her round breasts heaving up and down with each quickened breath. "Well...we could look later," he said, licking his lips lustfully and flirting at her with his eyebrows.

 Cheetara rolled her eyes. "Not now, Lion-O!  Besides, we just did it!  What we need to do is figure out where we've been transported to, and how, so we can figure out how to get back."  She then got to her feet and looked around the dusty old room. "Come on Lion-O, let's take a look around."

 He got to his feet and followed her, reaching over to pinch her butt suggestively. "And then can we, uh, finish up what we were doing?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

 A giggle escaped Cheetara's lips. "Well...ok."  With that, the pair walked out of the room, exploring the hallways of the mysterious new house.

 Chilla slid off of Alluro's still-bound and blindfolded body. "Alluro, something weird happened," she hissed.  "We're not in Skytomb anymore.  It looks like we're in some kind of strange structure.  It has carpeting, old furniture, and portraits of humans," she explained, glancing at a painting of a grouchy-looking old man.

 "I'll be right back, Alluro, I just want to look around a little." she said, and walked out of the room.

 "Uh, Chilla?" asked the tall Lunatac, a hint of desperation creeping into his normally suave voice.  "Chilla?  I'm still tied and blindfolded here, Chilla!  Chilla?!  CHILLA!!!"

 Since he was unsuccessful in getting a response from his icy partner, the bound Lunatac struggled to stand on his own, and finally got to his feet after some effort. Alluro stumbled around the unfamiliar room a little, and promptly collided with the wall, which was covered by a white curtain. The old and worn curtain fell over him, disorienting him further. Tied, blindfolded, and now covered, the frustrated, frantic Lunatac stumbled out of the room, calling for Chilla.

 Jackalman appeared in a dusty and dank bathroom. "Nyah hah hah, even Castle Plundarr's bathroom isn't this dirty! Where am I? What happened? And why is this towel so sticky?" he asked aloud. He then remembered how the towel got sticky, and remembered the flash, but wasn't quite sure how that all tied in with him being in a new bathroom.

 Cautiously the jackal walked over to the door and turned the handle, peeking his nose around the corner. Nope, definitely not in Castle Plundarr anymore, that was for sure. "Slythe? Monkian?" he called out timidly, hoping he wasn't here alone. "Vultureman?" There was no answer except for some strange voices not far away. His curiosity overcoming his fear, Jackalman stepped out of the bathroom to investigate.

 Chilla, still clad in her black leather bondage gear, put her hands on her hips.  "I might have known you Thundercats would be behind this!" she hissed.

 Lion-O and Cheetara had been just as startled bumping into her as she had been bumping into them.  Lion-O reached for the Sword of Omens, but of course it wasn't there.

 "Us behind this?  No way!  It must be the doing of you Lunatacs!  All I know is one second Cheetara and I are doing the Horizontal Mambo, and the next minute, wham, here we are in this...place," said the Lord of the Thundercats in a completely serious way.

 "Hisss, wait a minute...you were having sssex?  Alluro and I were having sssex too at the moment we were transported here!"

 "This can't be just a coincidense!" exclaimed Cheetara.  "There must be some kind of foul magic at work here!"

 "Mumm-Ra!" said Lion-O, pounding a fist into his meaty palm.  "Well, to get back we'll just have to have sex, upside down, right now.  That will reverse the spell."

 Cheetara and Chilla both raised an eyebrow and stared at Lion-O.  "What?" he said, defensively.

  "Hisss, brilliant plan.  And he's your master strategist?"

 Cheetara nodded her head glumly.  They were in deep, deep trouble.

 "Hey Scoob!  I think I found the kitchen!!!" declared Shaggy with considerably more enthusiasm than he had shown all night.

 "Reah reah reah!!!" agreed the Great Dane, as they both went to look for clues in the cupboards and refrigerator.  The only things their search revealed was cobwebs and a very angry mouse that hoarded its small piece of cheese and waved its tiny fist at them in an obscene gesture and squeaked at them.

 Velma followed them in.  "Come on you hams, we're supposed to be looking for clues," she pouted.

 "Like, we are looking for clues, Velma.  We're trying to solve the case of the empty stomach, right Scoob?"  The dog replied with a strange giggly laugh that sounded like a donkey being goosed.

 Velma crossed her arms and looked at the two sullenly.  Shaggy and his pet pointedly ignored her.  "Hey Scooby," he said, "give me a boost so we can get down that barrel above the freezer!  Maybe there's food in it!"

 "Rokay!" agreed the dog, and cupped its paws to boost Shaggy up.  Velma could clearly see the barrel was marked 'flour' but she knew it would be pointless trying to dissuade them from their food hunt until they had checked every nook and cranny of the kitchen for morsels.

 Jackalman was getting closer to the voices, he was sure of it.  They were just beyond the next door.  He reached out tentatively for the door, but paused.  What if they were really mean or something?

 He took a few steadying breaths.  He was mean too.  He was a mutant, he reaffirmed to himself.  He was the baddest of the bad!  His courage up, he twisted the door handle and stepped into the room.

 Startled by the suddenly opening door, Shaggy fell forward and the barrel of flour toppled onto him, covering him in a white, powdery blanket as he fell to the floor.  He got up give Fred or Daphne, whichever had barged into the room and made him jump, a piece of his mind.

 Instead he screamed like a girl.  "Zoinks!!!  WEREWOLF!" he pointed at the canine humanoid in the door.

 The creature screamed in response.  "Nyaaaaah!  GHOST!!!" and ran back the way he had come in terror.

 Not that Shaggy ever saw it run, his own fluttering heart had long since demanded he flee, and he and Scooby, whining and whimpering, took off in the opposite direction, slamming roughly into Velma.

 Automatically, Velma's glasses popped off her head from the impact.  Shaggy took the time to stutter, "W-W-W-W-W-WEREWOLF!!!  Ruuuuun!" and he and Scooby did just that, disappearing from the room on sets of spinning feet.

 Velma, confused and afraid, knelt down to the floor and began feeling around.  "My glasses!  I can't see a thing without my glasses!"

 "Freddie, are you sure this is such a good idea?" asked Daphne tremulously.  Once upstairs he had pulled her aside into a room.

 "Of course it is, Daphne, Velma always solves the mystery anyway, and we'll be perfectly safe, after all, we both know there's not such thing as ghosts."

 Daphne was about to agree with him when the giant white sheet plowed into them, shrieking out muffled curses.  It was enormous, well over six feet tall, and madly crashing through the room like a frenzied creature from hell.  "Get out!  Must get out!" it wailed.

 Fred and Daphne ran for their lives, in opposite directions.  "Dammit, get out!  I've got to get out of this crap!" continued Alluro after they had left, stumbling around the room and flailing blindly, hopping now because of his stubbed toe.

 "I'm telling you," said Lion-O in his most confident 'I have a plan' voice, "we just have to all have sex again and the spell will be reversed."

 "Hisss, you just want to have sssex!" accused Chilla.

 "Well, yes, but it's worth a try.  C'mon ladies!  Climb aboard Lion-O's love train!  Next stop, home!"  He opened his arms and started thrusting his hips emphatically.  He seemed a little surprised when neither of the two women jumped into his arms.

 "Lion-O, we need to think about this before we have any sex, I mean, who knows what could happen if we just start banging away like mad."

 "Aw Cheetara!  Never let thinking get in the way of a good plan!"  He started to sulk, but he saw no way around it.  They were the only two women around, and he would need their cooperation if her were to get any sex at all.

 It was right then that the sexy red head in the purple dress and tight, purple stocking ran past the doorway screaming.  Lion-O's eyes widened.  "Um...I'll be right back," he said, and ran through the door.

 Chilla watched the naked Thundercat leave, then headed for the door herself. "I'm going to go back and get Alluro. Later, Thundercaaaat!" Chilla hissed as she departed.

 Left alone in the room, Cheetara sat on a dusty old chair, frowning. "Great, this is just great. Mumm-Ra cursed us by teleporting us to another dimension while we're having sex, and we have no idea on how to get home, other than having sex upside down." she said, shaking her spotted mane. There had to be another way... all she had to do was find it. Determinedly, Cheetara got up from the chair and, like the others, left the room to investigate.

 Fred stopped running and leaned against a wall, panting and trying to catch his breath... and this time he wasn't even winded because of his activities with Daphne. He cast a wary glance backwards, but didn't see the groaning, flailing apparition anywhere, much to his relief.

 "Wow, I can't believe the ghost of Old Man Jones is real!" Fred muttered with annoyance, then sighed. "At least we've got a cool new mystery to solve though! Now all I have to do is find Daphne..."

 He rounded a corner and gasped. In front of him stood an angry looking woman with blue skin and white hair, wearing a very skimpy leather outfit. "Jinkies! Are you a ghost too?" he blurted out in astonishment.
Chilla looked over the handsome human and her icy lips formed a twisted smile. Maybe he would be a good test subject for her to try out Lion-O's theory of using sex to get home on. Having completely forgotten Alluro yet again, she leaned against the wall provocatively and pressed her ample cleavage toward the young man's face.

 "Hiya cutie. What's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?" she said, her voice taking on a seductive tone.

 "Uh...golly," Fred mumbled, unable to take his eyes off her rack. He was still feeling a bit frustrated after not having gotten any from Daphne, and this strange nearly-naked woman in front of him was not helping him forget about it.

 "C'mere you little blond studmuffin." she hissed, and pinned him against the wall in a rough kiss.

 "Brrrr!" mumbled a muffled Fred as her cold mouth pressed against his and her icy tongue slithered into his mouth. Fred was startled, but he kissed her back, even though he felt his tongue getting numb and that strange "ice cream headache" feeling began to occur. He gasped in shock as Chilla's icy hand found its way into his pants and began to stroke and fondle his stiff rod.

 Chilla played with his organ for a bit. "Mmmm, nice and hard already. I won't even have to freeze it to keep it stiff. Come on pretty boy, let's go have some fun!" she exclaimed, picking him up and throwing him over her shoulder.  She carried him bodily into a nearby bedroom, and threw him down onto the dusty bed.

 "Jeepers! You don't have to be so rough, you know..." Fred remarked as Chilla pounced on him.  She grabbed him by his little scarf and pulled him up into a savage kiss.

 Then she ripped the scarf from around his neck, and tore that bizarre white sweater.  When she shredded his pants she stopped for a moment to appreciate.  "Hisss, so you don't wear underwear under that?  Oh, that makes me hot!"

 She straddled the startled human and lowered herself onto his stiff rod. "Zoinks!" he exclaimed. "That's cold! That's really cold!! But...it sorta feels good," he mumbled. The numbing sensation soon began to feel like a source of pleasure, and he started to thrust his hips forward, giving the horny Lunatac what she wanted.

 Still struggling beneath the curtain and in the ties Chilla had placed on him what felt like hours ago, Alluro had somehow made his way out of the bedroom where he'd scared Daphne and down into the kitchen, after falling halfway down a flight of stairs because he'd tripped on the edge of the damn curtain. He was now hurting, and was groaning in both frustration and pain as he thrashed about.

 At the same time, Velma was still on the kitchen floor searching in vain for her lost glasses. Suddenly she heard a moan and looked up. Without her glasses, however, her vision was so bad that all she saw was a huge quivering white blob above her. "Help...help me," it pleaded in a pathetic-sounding voice.

 Velma gasped. "Jinkies! The ghost of Old Man Jones!" She then squinted and tried hard to make out exactly what was in front of her. "We're trying to help you, Mr. Jones, we're looking for your will so we can give what you rightfully left to Mr. Smith."

 The ghost only greeted her with a frustrated noise and groaned something about ropes.

 "Ropes? Is it hidden by a rope?" Velma asked.

 With that, the ghost just grumbled and rushed at her. The legally-blind girl tried to move aside, but crashed into a countertop in an effort to dodge it. The ghost in turn stumbled into her, and the damned curtain finally ripped and slipped off his body.

 "It's about time!" Alluro said, his voice full of irritation. He was still naked, tied up, and blindfolded, but at least there was no more dusty curtain hanging over him.

 Velma turned, and gasped as the white blob gave way to a slightly smaller purplish pink blob, shaped like a tall man with long gray hair, bald at the top of his head.

 "Hey... I know you... you're Mr. Edwards, the groundskeeper, aren't you?" she asked.

 At this point Alluro was so desperate to get out of his binds and blindfold that he didn't care who she thought he was. "Yes, of course I am. Now, your, uh, evil ghost--" Alluro said, using the term the others had used when running from him earlier "--has tied me up. If you could just undo these ties on my hands..."

 Velma frowned. "Well I can't see too well, but okay. Hey, this looks like a knife." she said, reaching for a huge butcher knife on the kitchen counter. She hacked at where the thought the ropes were, giving Alluro a few superficial cuts in the process, but miraculously was able to sever the rope. Once his hands were free he ripped off the blindfold and stared at the girl, then looked around.

 "Where on Third Earth am I?" he wondered aloud. He had last remembered having some wild, kinky sex with Chilla, then he'd wound up in some strange place with people thinking he was a ghost... this made no sense. He quickly reasoned that the fact that he was having sex had something to do with it, and, following the same logic Lion-O had earlier, decided that doing so again would be the best way to get home. He grinned at the girl.

 "Come here, girl, let me...repay you for freeing me from those awful ropes." he suggested, using his hypnotic powers.

 "What? You can repay me by giving me my glasses!" she muttered, seeming confused.

 Alluro saw her glasses on the floor, but chose not to do anything about getting them. "I have your glasses... now, come here and show me just how much you want them." he lied, leering at her.

 "But... where are they?" she wondered. "It doesn't seem like you're holding them. I need my glasses." Velma whined.

 This one has a strong will, I see she will need some more encouragement, Alluro thought. He cleared his throat and spoke in his most charming tone while using all of the hypnotic power he could muster without his psyche club. "I've got them right here, you've just got to come and get them."

 Velma stepped forward, not because she was hypnotized, but because it never occured to her that "Mr. Edwards" was trying to get in her skirt. She approached him and reached for her glasses, but that wasn't what she grabbed. "Hey! That's not my glasses!!!" Velma exclaimed.

 Alluro, turned on by her groping at his own personal "psyche club", immediately took hold of her and shoved her onto the kitchen's empty island. "No it's not, but if you're a good girl, you can have them back very soon." Alluro replied with a chuckle, and began to help Velma out of her clothing.

 He pulled the sweater over her head.  "My, my, my, look what hidden treasures I have found!"  He clutched at her skirt.  The socks he left.  Something about them turned him on.

 "Um, I don't think this is really appropriate, Mr. Edwards--" Velma protested, then let out a gasp of delight as the horny Lunatac reached up and fondled her breasts and began planting frantic kisses all over her.

 "Give in, girl. You know you can't resist me." Alluro asserted, his hypnotic powers working to full capacity. He then slid one of his hands between her thighs and began to probe her, doing his best to convince her.

 "Can't resist...must give in," Velma replied. Her face took on a blank expression, and Alluro knew he had her. He finished stripping her and mounted her, then thrust into her powerfully, and did his best to earn his ticket back home.

 Lion-O followed the cute redhead he'd seen into the hallway. "Excuse me, uh, do you live here?" he asked.

 Daphne turned around and gasped. Of all the things she'd expected to see in a haunted house, a naked, muscle-bound, catlike stud with big red hair was not it.

 "Hi." she said, not really knowing what else to say. "I don't live here, I'm sort of looking for a will to help a friend but then the ghost of Old Man Jones chased me and Fred and now I'm kind of lost." she explained. "Who are you? My name's Daphne."

 "I am Lion-O, Lord of the Thundercats!" Lion-O explained. "An evil being named Mumm-Ra the Ever-Living used his evil magic on me and teleported my girlfriend and I to this dimension while we were having sex."

 Daphne nodded vacantly, believing the strange story totally. "Gosh! That's terrible! Where's your girlfriend?"

 Lion-O sighed. "She's down the hall. I am trying to find a way to get back home and I only know of one way to do it." he said, then flashed a charming boyish grin her way. "Did I tell you what absolutely beautiful red hair you have?"

 "Hehehe," giggled Daphne, and she blushed as she looked at the attractive Thundercat, her giggle stopped as her gaze dropped down to the massive mound of meat between his legs.  She licked her lips. "Thanks. You've got nice hair too. But how do you get it to stay up like that? What kind of hairspray do you use?"

 A confused expression crossed Lion-O's face. "Stay up? How the hell do you get yours to stay down?!" Daphne just shrugged, and Lion-O decided to let the issue drop. He poured on the charm again and flexed his muscles a bit, trying to make himself look appealing. "So, uh, Daphne, would you be willing to help me get to my home dimension again? There's only one way I know of to do it, and I'd be really grateful."

 Daphne smiled. "Sure, anything you say!" she chirped eagerly, leaping up into his powerful arms and wrapping her legs around his waist.

 "He's right in there, Scoob," said Shaggy through chattering teeth.  The whole house was filled with terrifying shrieks and moans now, and the ceilings were creaking.  Scooby jumped up into Shaggy's arms and whimpered.

 They had seen the werewolf creep into the bathroom and lock himself in.  Normally they would have fled in terror, but they both really had to use the bathroom.

 "Hey Scoob, you have to go in there and scare him out!" said Shaggy, his knees knocking together.

"Ruh uh, ruh uh!!" protested the dog.

"Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?" tempted Shaggy, slyly.

This time Scooby paused to think.  One Scooby Snack vs. certain death in the bathroom of a haunted house...  "Ruh uh!"

"Would you do it for two Scooby Snacks?"

Again, Scooby's canine brain pondered.  Two Scooby Snacks vs. certain death in the bathroom of a haunted house...  "Rokay!"

Shaggy threw the two little nuggets of delight through the air.  Scooby chomped them down and felt the shivering rush flow through his body.  Scooby had no idea just what these little snacks were spiked with, but he loved them.

In a brief aside, one may wonder why Scubert Doo (his full name is Scubert, Scooby is the diminutive form of his name) would hang around with a loser like Shaggy.  Scubert is, after all, a talking dog, and would be able to write his own meal ticket anywhere in the world.

The insidious secret lay in Scooby Snacks.  Shaggy's fiendish invention, spiked with morphine and PCP, designed to keep the intelligent dog off balance, and addicted.  So even if Scooby wanted to leave, he couldn't, compelled by his secret addiction to stay ever faithful by the side of his Sugar Daddy Shaggy.

And even now the drugs pumped through the Great Dane's system.  "SROOBY ROOBY ROO!" he howled, and charged into the bathroom.

 Shaggy disappeared seconds later.

 Cheetara heard lustful sounds coming from everywhere, and she was starting to get a little jealous.  Even if it didn't transport them home, she was starting to want a little action.  She headed for the nearest of the noises.

 She peered inside and saw Chilla on top of some well built blond human.  Chilla seemed to he rather happy, and was thrashing around atop the youth like a wild creature, whipping him with a crop until his cheeks were red and flushed, and making him yell out 'I'm not worthy' and every stroke of her powerful grinding hips.

 Fred tried to catch his breath, caught completely off guard by the wild woman ravishing his body. His tool was feeling numb from being inside her cold body and he had icicles in his hair from the way she hissed out orders at him. His chest and abdomen were covered with bright purplish-red marks from her vicious crop-lashings.

 "Harder, subcreature, harder!" Chilla hissed. Fred obeyed as best he could, thrusting his very stiff (from both ice and arousal) cock deeply into her frozen flesh.

 "I'm not worthy!" he pumped, "I'm not worthy!" he pumped.  "Golly, you sure are…different!" he panted as he tried to keep up with the joyous torture.

 She smacked him hard with the lash.  "No talking except what I tell you to say!  Faster!" she moaned, twitching in excitement every time his body jerked in reaction to her heavy blows.

As the crop hit him yet again Fred let out a muffled cry of pain. Obeying his mistress, he increased his pace and crammed his frozen meat in and out of her hole feverishly, thrashing about and eager to get his rocks off into his mysterious, demanding lover.

"Ungh, oh, good boy!  Ungh!" cried out the icy Lunatac in rapture as the muscular youth plowed into her with unbridled enthusiasm, leaning down to lick the wounds she had inflicted with her icy tongue as he pulsed beneath her with all his might.

 Cheetara was flushed with heat as she watched them. She briefly considered asking to join in, even, as her eyes beheld the sight of Chilla writhing and sliding up and down on his shaft and crying out, moaning faster and faster until she heard Fred yell out "Wowsers!!" as he let go into the frosty delight.  Chilla threw her head back and clenched her hips tightly around him, letting out her own cry of absolute pleasure and shuddering above him.  And then --

(POOMPF)

 -- she was gone!!  Cheetara's jaw dropped.  By Jaga, maybe sex actually was the way back!  She looked at the wretched human on the bed, his teeth chattering and his skin blue.  He wouldn't do.

 But maybe part of what sent Chilla back was the fact that she had done it with a resident of this strange place...if she had been sent back at all that is.  Cheetara decided, she would have to find a human and screw his brains out, just to be sure.

 She stepped back out of the room and looked around.  There was one there, standing outside the bathroom.  He was wearing a long green shirt and baggy pants, and had a tassel of long fur on his chin that turned her on.  He'd do.

 With lightning speed she blazed down the stairs and swept up the spindly human, racing him back upstairs in a flash.

 Scooby blinked as he looked at the skinny werewolf cowering behind the toilet.  Wait a minute...maybe not a werewolf at all.  He sniffed its butt.

 Jackalman yelped as his butt was sniffed, but as it was a universal greeting among his kind, he climbed out from under the toilet and sniffed the giant dog's butt back.

 "Nyah, canine?" he asked nervously.

 "Rah, ranine!"  Once the two discovered that they could talk, they chattered endlessly about the types of things only two talking dogs that had never met another talking dog could speak of.

 The spoke of urinating on things.  They debated the finer points of eating grass and one's own barf.  They compared notes on humping legs and inanimate objects.  They expounded on their mutual love of chasing tennis balls.

 In short, it was by and far the most stimulating and intellectual conversation either of them had ever enjoyed in their lives.  The fact that they were both cowards gave them even more common ground.  They talked and they talked, growing closer and closer.  Of course the oral sex couldn't be far behind.

 "Oooh, ooooh, Mr. Edwards!" cried Velma.  She had never felt this way before.  She'd heard that gardeners had a way with planting things, but this was more than she had ever imagined.

 Velma gasped with delight as he entered her, penetrating deeply and forcefully with each stroke, while kissing her savagely and pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. This was amazing! She'd always known that biology was one of the most fascinating sciences, but this was by far her favorite experiment in it yet.

 "Just relax," he said soothingly above her in his deep, hypnotic voice.  "Let the pleasure take you away."  He bored into her like a garden weasel, awakening the hidden passions deep within her as he stroked her small breasts and pivoted his hips up and down above her.  This was even better than decimal fractions, she thought with the small part of her rational brain that was still working.

Alluro increased his pace slightly and rocked back and forth, easing himself deeper inside her. Now moaning with pleasure, Velma wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her sock-covered feet against the Lunatac's bare back, gently massaging the muscles and urging him to press farther inside her.

Alluro's tight buns clenched in arousal as the strange fabric rubbed across his bare flesh.  "Oh yes!" he purred huskily as his massive rod stroked deep into her, rubbing up and down across the tight knob of her stiffened clitoris.  "You will orgasm!" he ordered.

 "JINKIES!" she screamed out as sweet climax swept over her.  Her body quivered as the gardener's massive rod plunged into her again and again.

 Alluro laughed his best evil laugh as the girl under him shuddered in ecstacy.  "I told you, you can not resist my power!"  He jerked up and down atop her, pleasured by the tight fit of his tool into her inexperienced cleft.

"I can't resist, I can't resist!" Velma gasped, moving about wildly, unsure of how to handle the intense pleasure of the experience. She squirmed against his now sweaty body, gripping at his cock with her insides and thrilling at the feel of the organ penetrating her depths.

 His own breathing sped, faster and faster until he exploded inside her, filling her heaving loins with his tremendous load.  He cackled in pleasure and --

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 Velma slowly regained control of her overexcited body and mind and looked around.  "Oh no," she sighed and crossed her arms.  "I've scared another one off."

 "Nyah hah hah!  Great Dane!!" exclaimed Jackalman at the sight of Scooby's meat.

 "Rum rum!  Rime ror a Rooby Rack!" Scooby licked his lips as his head dove down between the jackal's legs.

 "I'll give the dog a bone!" cackled Jackalman and wrapped his lips around the sticky, succulent treat before him. He took the hardened flesh into his hot muzzle, sucking it for all it was worth, while Scooby's well-trained tongue wrapped around the jackal's own erect shaft.

 Jackalman slowly rocked his head back and forth, taking in the dog's organ fully and pulling his lips tight around it as he sucked.  He heard Scooby let out a little howl and he knew he was well on his way to bringing the fellow dog to climax.

 Scooby, meanwhile, slurped all over the jackal's naughty bits and paid special attention to the stiff member, nibbling on it and grinding his teeth against it.  The jackal thrashed about in turn, jerking more erratically and powerfully with his head, bringing the horny talking dog over the edge as he came hard into the dog's mouth himself, growling in utter satisfied ecstasy.

 As soon as Scooby orgasmed, he howled "ROOBY ROOBY ROOOOOOOOOOWWWOOOOOO!!!" and he let his own juices flow into the jackal's mouth.

"Nyah ha ha, I always did like Milk Bones!" Jackalman exclaimed, barely able to finish lapping up the dog's sticky cream before--

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 A somewhat disappointed Scooby looked around for the now-vanished Jackalman, a pout on his muzzle. He hadn't gotten any that good since before the cute poodle that lived down the street had gotten spayed. "Rere did he ro?"

Lion-O pressed Daphne to the wall, holding her slender body tightly with one of his powerful arms, while she wrapped her legs around his waist.  He slid his free hand up her dress and pulled her tights and underwear down, forcing her back long enough for him to tear them off and then quickly replacing them. As soon as his throbbing cock came in contact with her slick womanhood, he eased the thick meat into her, making her moan.

"Oh, oh, uh-- what's your name again?" Daphne asked, then giggled as Lion-O's free hand reached up her dress to squeeze and fondle one of her breasts while he continued pumping in and out of her.

"Lion-O!" he roared in response, then pressed his lips to hers in a wild, passionate kiss, still humping her like mad.

As the Thundercat thrust into the willing redhead, she clung to him, moaning, and ran her fingers through his thick, lustrous mane. "Oooh... yours is natural, isn't it?"

Yours isn't, he thought to himself with a smirk, remembering the quick view he had gotten between her legs as he'd ripped her tights off.  Still, he didn't really care... she was hot and a lot of fun, and more importantly, she was going to get him home!

"Yeah... oh yeah... oh baby..." Lion-O moaned.  His thick weapon rubbed against her thighs as he pressed closer, catching her up in his massive arms.  His tip teased the outer folds of her opening as he drew her in for a deep, probing kiss.

Daphne quivered with anticipation at the sensation of his erection against her slick lower lips, and lustily kissed the Thundercat back, while sliding her hand over his muscular chest and teasing his exposed nipples with the light touch of her fingers.

"Growl!" he said, grasping her generous globes in his hands and squeezing them, rubbing her erect nipples between his thumb and fingers.  There was almost no muscle on this woman at all, making her an exotic treat for Lion-O.  He pressed closer to rub the top of his shaft against her cleft, breathing hard on her neck.

 Daphne felt his hot breath against her skin, the powerful erotic pinch from his fingers, and his hot cock slowly working at her entrance and moaned in anticipation. She slid onto his shaft, purring with arousal. "Take me..."
 "I thought you'd never ask," he whispered, nibbling on her ear as his powerful pelvis clenched and pushed up as he pressed her back against the wall.  He nibbled her neck and stroked and kneaded her breasts as he slid his long, wide tool inside her, balls deep.

 "Oh, you're so big!" she gasped, excited at the feel of his immense cock stretching her walls and moving within her. She spread her legs as far as possible while wrapping them around his muscular torso, and began to rock her hips back and forth.

 "Yes, I am, aren't I?" he said, pleased.  He nearly crushed her against the wall with his weight and his strength as his passionate thrusts began in earnest.  Her slick walls were tight against his shaft, making him moan out in extreme pleasure each time he moved himself within her.

 She let out a muffled cry of delight as he then picked up the power and pace of his thrusts, pressing her hard against the wall each time he filled her depths with his massive meat. Clinging to him as more and more pleasurable sensations began to throb within her, she moved back and forth and eagerly anticipated the thrust that would push her over the edge into the powerful orgasm she knew would soon break over her.

 "Lion-O, oh Lion-O, Lion-O, Lion-OOOOOOOOOOOO" she shrieked, grasping him tightly as an orgasm ripped through her body.

 Lion-O grinned as the woman cried her pleasure, and increased his pace, pumping faster and faster, his thick tool slamming in and out of her with amazing force. "Oh, oh, oh.... HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" he roared, as his shuddering weapon discharged deep inside her.  He trembled with her as the aftershocks ripped through his body and then--

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 He was gone.

 Daphne fell through the now empty air all around her, and collapsed onto the floor.  Her body was still quivering with delight, and aching to feel her mysterious partner's sword in her once again. Then she remembered his final word before disappearing. "Ho? Ho?! How dare you call me that! And what about a thank you before leaving at least, you jerk?!"

"Zoinks! Put me down!" shouted Shaggy. First he had been standing... well, cowering... by the bathroom, then suddenly this yellow blur had scooped him up and carried him off to a bedroom!

 The horny Cheetara threw him onto the bed and then climbed so she was on all fours over his startled body. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, I just to have a little fun. After all, it's not fair that your friends get some and you don't." she said, referring to Fred and his encounter with Chilla. She then pulled off his shirt and undid his pants, then stripped them off in an amazing display of speed.

 Shaggy looked at the naked cheetah woman above him and couldn't help but find her attractive... even if she wasn't human. "Like, hey, uh, aren't you moving a little fast?" Shaggy asked.

 "I always move fast, honey." Cheetara purred, then pulled him into her arms, rolling him over so he was on top of her.

 Much to his surprise, Shaggy had quickly gotten over his fear and had gotten rather aroused with the very attractive catlike female first stripping him and then pressing her body against his.  "This is almost better than pizza!" he declared as she ran her fingers though the tangle of hair on his chin lustily.

Cheetara was offended. "Almost? I'll show you almost!" she said with a lusty growl, and pounced on him, straddling his waist and lowering her already wet womanhood onto Shaggy's erection.

"Yeow!  Hey lady watch where you're putting that…oooooh, like, oooooh!" he began to moan as he lost control of himself, seldom used parts springing to life, his skinny body beginning to shudder under her as he fondled the muscular woman's breasts and hair.

 Cheetara giggled as he squirmed deeper inside her and felt her up, and she started to move back and forth, encouraging him to thrust into her some more.   She gave him the added bonus of the sight of her sliding up and down on his cock, her breasts bouncing right in front of his eyes and her spotted mane flailing all over the place as she thrashed her head back and forth.

 "Like, wow, and they call me Shaggy!" he said as his hands poured over her furry body.  But the bouncing of her heaving boobs was too much for him to ignore, and he grabbed her and began to suck her nipples with all his spindly fury.

 The sensations of his eager and exploring tongue and lips sucking hungrily at her erect nipples drove Cheetara wild with desire, and she began to move faster and faster, then finally rolled over and pulled her scrawny partner on top of her.

 He pressed his hardened cock into her and began to pump in and out, making her wriggle and moan with pleasure beneath him.  Cheetara wrapped her arms around his waist and began her super speed thrusting, jiggling like a vibrator atop him, eager to achieve her climax and get back home.

"Wooooah!" exclaimed Shaggy through chattering teeth.  He'd never experienced such high-speed sex before, and it was, as one might guess, a bit of a shock to his pot-dulled senses. He stayed helpless (but very aroused) in Cheetara's grasp as she rocked back and forth on his rod at super-speed.

The high-speed stimulation was just what Cheetara needed to push her over the edge and into a searing climax. She pulled him in and out of her over and over again, never slowing her pace, until she let out a loud and ragged cry of delight and her entire body shuddered with a powerful orgasm.

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Shaggy saw one final yellow blur and she was gone. Then his own body gave into its tension and he spurted a load up into the empty air above him, and it spattered back down into a sticky mess onto his body.  He shook his head. "Like, wow, I gotta lay off that weird imported stuff in my bongs, man..."

Fred came downstairs, completely naked excepts for his little scarf, which he held to cover his privates.  The others were there too, their clothes and hair in disarray.  Fred's teeth were chattering from the cold, Shaggy's were chattering from fear.

"Like, what the hell just happened?  They all disappeared!"

"Jinkies," said Velma, "maybe they were all ghosts.  Real ghosts!"

Daphne moaned and touched herself.  "Mine was solid enough."

"Screwby Dooby Doo!" agreed Scooby, and they all laughed artificially.  Then they all stopped and looked around nervously.  They all had the strange feeling that something should have happened after they laughed, but it hadn't.

"Still," said Fred, his eyes staring off into a distant point, "I wonder where they are now, or if they'll ever be back…"