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Scooby-Doo: Velma's Halloween Prequel
by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com)
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It's 1967. Before meeting the rest of Scooby Gang, she
had dreams of being a superhero, like Yvonne Craig's
Batgirl. She decides to Trick-Or-Treat as Batgirl, and
her curvy young body gets her a treat she never
expected. (M/f, ped, reluc, 1st, oral, cartoon-parody)
***
Author's Note: Last October, I imported Violet Parr from
The Incredibles from KB over to RU for a hot Halloween
story, which ended up being my secondest biggest Violet
story hit-wise. This year I'm importing Velma from
Scooby-Doo in a solo story, a prequel to before she even
met the Scooby Gang.
This story is set in the late 1960s like my two previous
Scooby-Doo stories, and involves Velma's love for
superheroine Batgirl as played by Yvonne Craig.
During the third season of the campy classic series,
Yvonne Craig joined the show as Barbara Gordon, a.k.a.
Batgirl, on September 14, 1967. Based on the Google
Image Search I did, her Bat costume seemed to range from
black and yellow, dark blue and yellow, and dark purple
and yellow. The last one is my favorite.
Here's some stills of Yvonne Craig's Batgirl:
http://tysyvonnecraighomepage.com/yvonne_craig_lbatgirl0
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http://tysyvonnecraighomepage.com/yvonne_craig_lbatgirl0
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http://tysyvonnecraighomepage.com/yvonne_craig_lbatgirl0
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This one is my favorite:
http://polarblairsden.com/actorsyvonnecraiggbatgirl005.j
pg Batgirl look so saucy in this one... ;-)
Before Velma became a super sleuth, a heroine in her own
right, she dreamed of being a superhero like Batgirl,
her inspiration.
Enough talk, time to meet the younger Velma for
Halloween ~ G
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[October 1967]
Velma Dinkley was the smartest girl you could ever know.
She'd even been skipped ahead a grade.
But being smart didn't make you popular. And that was
the case with cute little Velma. Which accounted partly
for her shyness.
Velma was a pretty girl. She was short, and had short
reddish-brown hair, freckles, wore thick glasses, baggy
sweaters and short skirts.
When Velma wasn't using her smarts, she would daydream.
The cutie daydreamed about what life would be like if
she were popular instead of super smart. Velma
daydreamed of ways to become popular, but they were all
far-fetched.
One way was if she was a superheroine. That would make
Velma popular she was sure. But she'd have to hide
behind a mask like most superheroes. Her alter-ego would
be popular, not her.
But sometimes she wished she were a superheroine.
Velma wished she was tall, athletic and strong, and she
knew how to fight. But she was none of those things. If
anything only her brain was "strong and athletic".
But she still dreamed about being a superheroine. Which
was why when they added Batgirl to the Batman television
series, she fell in love with the idea of being Batgirl.
And the idea stuck with her. When October rolled around,
Velma decided she couldn't be Batgirl, but she could
DRESS like Batgirl for Halloween!
Being the smart girl she was, she designed her own
costume. She made the yellow cape with the dark purple
cowl, purple gloves, and even found some purple boots
with elevated soles so she'd look taller. And she made a
perfect replica of Batgirl's own utility belt.
The hard part was the body of the costume. Velma didn't
have Yvonne Craig's athletic, slim body. She was pudgy.
Not necessarily fat. She still hadn't lost her baby fat.
Being a pudgy girl growing up, Velma developed breasts
very early, and they grew and grew and grew.
Yvonne Craig had large breasts, but Velma's were so much
larger.
Thinking on it, Velma decided to invent her own
material, a very stretchy but tight dark purple fabric,
that would make her look slim, at least slimmer.
So she made the body of her costume, and quickly shed
her clothes to try it on. Velma actually had a very hot
body, her breasts were amazingly firm and high, with
large reddish-brown areolae, and extra belly weight made
her body look more grown up. Her thigh weren't coltish
but Velma did a lot of walking so they were very firm.
And her pussy was very arousing with its unshaven
reddish-brown her, slightly darker than the hair on her
head.
But once Velma forced herself into the costume, a
remarkable transformation occurred. Her belly and sides
looked flatter, and her breasts - which she couldn't
wear a bra for under the stretchy material - looked less
massive. Her pudgy ass looked firm and amazing as well.
But then Velma put on the cowl, cape, gloves, boots, and
utility belt.
And another transformation occurred, of confidence.
Velma now felt she WAS Batgirl. She felt bold, grown up,
and felt ways she never felt before. It was exhilarating
for the girl!
Part of the reason was the way the costume made her
look. Sure, it was so tight she'd had problems breathing
at first, but Velma overcame that. But another part of
the reason was the cowl. It hid her face, and with the
long red wig she'd sown into it, no one would know she
was really boring, nerdy Velma Dinkley, but that she was
Batgirl!
Velma waited excitedly as the day passed drawing her
closer to Halloween. She wore the costume often, liking
how she looked and how confident she felt. And she
couldn't help feeling naughty, knowing she was naked
underneath...
Halloween finally came, and she debuted her Halloween
costume to her parents. Her mother knew how self-
conscious her daughter was about her body, and marveled
at how great she looked.
And her father.
Well, he was a little too slow to conceal the large
erection that just popped up in his trousers.
Velma knew about sex. Since she developed early on and
already gone through puberty [which didn't make her
taller sadly] her mother had The Talk with her already.
And being the smart, curious girl she was, Velma had
found every book and magazine article she could find on
the subject of sex.
So she was pleased that she was able to cause her own
father an erection to have an erection for her. Sure,
she knew what incest was, and that it was a forbidden
act, which made her already naughty feeling while in the
costume even naughtier.
Velma finally left to go trick-or-treating. Every one
she saw got excited when they saw her. Little kids
yelled "Look, it's Batgirl!", while fathers all sprouted
erections for the curvy cutie.
It was even better when she got to doors and a man
answered it. She got to ogle his erection much longer.
Velma felt such great power with her ability to turn on
grown men.
She wasn't sure if she could handle it.
Finally after an hour and a half of trick-or-treating,
the inevitable happened. A man answered his door, saw
her, and when he got hard his cock tore through his
trousers!
"Wow!" Velma stared wide-eyed.
Good thing she'd been able to build a pair of her
glasses into the mask no one could tell she was wearing.
Not only would she have missed all the previous
excitement, Velma would have missed her first cock!
The man, already highly, aroused, saw the look on
Velma's face. It made him even hornier. Slipping his arm
around the girl, he led her into the house.
Locking the door, he shut off the porch light and the
living lights, leading Velma to his den, unseen from the
front of the house.
"Now look at what you made me do!" He said, feigning
being very upset.
Velma sensed he wasn't really angry, and was being
flirty, like her mother was at times with the mailman
and the milkman.
Already aroused from wearing the costume because she was
naked underneath, and having caused all the erections,
and feeling bold being hidden behind the mask, Velma
played along.
Changing her voice, she said, "I am so sorry, Sir! That
was never my intention! Is there anything I can do to
help you?"
With a lecherous grin, he said "Well, a blow job would
be nice."
Velma had heard about oral sex. And in her highly
aroused state - her costume digging into her hairy quim,
making her SO wet - she was eager to try it.
Sitting on the sofa in front of him, Velma leaned
forward and started licking his large, thick cock. She
loved how it tasted, salty like a hot pretzel. And she
loved how it pulsed and throbbed under her tongue.
When she swirled her tongue around the mushroom-shaped
head, it seemed to darken to a reddish-purple color. And
the man started to moan.
Feeling bolder, Velma opened her mouth and started to
lower it around his shaft. It was so hot inside her
mouth, and was stuffing it.
Velma felt the large mushroom-like head hit the back of
her throat, and knew she couldn't take it any further
than that. So she clamped her lips around his cock and
started to bob her head up and down on it.
He began to groan, reaching down to squeeze Velma's
large breasts. She moaned around his cock, feeling her
already hard nipples begin to throb and ache.
He wanted to get her breasts out, but so no way to get
the Bat costume off of her. So he contented himself with
kneading her breasts through the shiny, metallic purple
material.
Velma moaned louder and sucked his cock faster. It
throbbed violently in her mouth. He groaned louder and
kneaded her breasts more roughly, which in turn caused
her to suck him harder.
He hardly lasted five minutes. Eyes rolling back, he
grunted and began to spew into her mouth.
Eyes widening, Velma hadn't heard about this part. But
she loved the taste of his seed and found herself
quickly swallowing it down. And he spurted a lot, Velma
was lucky not to drown in it and choke!
He blasted into her mouth fifteen or sixteen thick ropes
before his balls were temporarily drained. But his cock
stayed hard, and he was even hornier than ever.
"If I could figure out how to get you out of this
costume I'd love to fuck your sweet cunt silly!" He
blurted out.
Not thinking clearly, she found herself very eager to
get her virgin pussy fucked. Standing up, she flipped
her cape over her shoulder. Reaching back, she began to
unzip the heavy plastic zipper running from the neck to
the front of her crotch though it wasn't visible from
the front.
The man marveled at her pale white skin as it came into
view, her large, round ass and hairy pussy below.
Pushing her over the sofa, he grabbed his cock and
shoved it into her pussy. It happened so fast he'd never
registered she was a virgin, and the suddenness of the
moment rendered Velma unable to scream.
But as the pain passed, the shock wore off and the
pleasure began to race through her body, Velma began to
moan loudly with desire.
Her young pussy was so tight, and his cock was so huge.
But the super wetness of her pussy allowed him to
rapidly fuck her, bringing her to an equally rapid first
orgasm.
Velma screamed as her body quaked and spasmed. She would
never have guessed sex would feel this good and amazing.
And his large cock brought her quickly to another, more
intense orgasm as he fucked her even harder.
She was delirious with pleasure, as orgasm after orgasm
crashed into her body like large waves. And he wasn't
cumming any time soon himself, having just cum earlier.
So she experienced the apex of pleasure as he fucked her
harder and faster on and on and on.
Velma came dozens and dozens of times, as he fucked her
nearly fifty minutes. Finally he cried out and began
jizzing deep into her pussy, pounding into her rope
after rope of his hot load.
Velma was whimpering, gasping for breath, as she felt
his seed fill her young pussy to overflowing.
This time he lost his erection, his cock slipping from
Velma's well-fucked cunt, along with more than half of
his jizz oozing out of her hairy honeypot.
Velma exhaustedly collapsed onto the sofa, clinging to
the back of it. She smiled as that warm afterglow of sex
overtook her. Her mind was in a daze, but it was a
pleasurable daze to say the least.
"Thank you, Batgirl!" The man said. "You saved the day!"
Velma giggled.
"All in a day's work," She replied.
When her strength returned, Velma zipped herself back up
and the man helped her to her feet.
"Thank you," She smiled.
"Happy Halloween," He grinned, his large cock dangling
from the whole in his torn pants, but he could have
cared less.
"Happy Halloween," Velma said back, thinking that it was
the happiest Halloween ever.
THE END
For more stories by this author:
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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