Daemon: Another Clue

Fred was back at the museum the Deamon Ritus was stored in and he was looking around the shattered glass. He kicked a piece and it clinked along the tile. Someone coughed behind him and Fred turned back to see a group of officers arrive.

"Who invited this cartoon?" Officer Barrel was looking out over his shades and Fred rolled his eyes. Barrel was the lead investigator on the stolen artifact, hired by the museum insurance company. "So what do we have here?" He squatted over the glass and slipped his glasses into his shirt so they hung out of the top most button. Fred crossed his arms and backed away, looking at the whole scene. There was nothing, at least nothing that could be seen with the naked eye and with Barrel and his goons he wasn't going to be getting any closer. He took a couple of photos of the scene before everyone else arrived and decided to turn to questioning.

"So what did the cameras see?" Fred asked.

"Nothing clear. Just a shadow. Whatever it is, it's pretty tall." They looked at the fuzzy screen together, Fred made sure to let him know that they needed to update their system. It was now when he got a message from someone on the force.

"Yeah, an old lady called in something that might interest you. You remember Spooky Island? Turns out not all of the creatures died there. She reported a large creature with purple-ish skin. Sound familiar?" Fred was biting his tongue out of anger and hung up the phone to follow the lead. The apartment complex itself was nothing out of the ordinary except for one apartment. They were hiding something. The sketchbook lead him next door - the address written on the inside. Fred made a mental note that these were not master criminals. His entry into this apartment, which we can really call breaking and entering, lead to a dead end. Fred didn't want to give up, but he decided to think it through on the ride home. This was when he saw me with my inhabited neighbor's body on the way to club. He turned quickly, abandoning the Mystery Machine and stuck to the shadows and behind other club goers to keep on our tail. He watched it all, the conversation at the bar, the seduction on the dance floor and then peering around the corner he watched Max switch husks.

"Fucking monster. He did it out in the open." Fred furrowed his brow and ducked back into the crowd in the main area as we left with our new body.

I woke up the next day and could barely see a few feet in front of me. As I rubbed the morning haze out of my eyes I could see Max in the bathroom. He was looking at himself in the mirror, stretching out his face as he made himself comfortable inside the club stranger. At least he tried to make himself as comfortable as possible. He moved on from his face, letting it snap back into place before he rubbed his hands down the inside of his shirt. He hadn't changed from last night and was still wearing what his husk was wearing out that night.

"Cute glasses." I appeared in the doorway and he jumped a bit. I spooked the daemon which made me chuckle and now I knew that when he got scared his eyes would glow.

"I don't need them if you don't like them."

"No, they're great."

"That's alright. This husk can't be the permanent one. There is something that feels off." He turned back to the mirror just as I slipped my hands under his arm and moved them up his body. I pressed myself into him, smelling him as we both looked at his new body. Right when I went for his pecs, he smirked and flexed them so I could feel how good they felt. He turned around, face to face with me and I felt the bulge growing in his underwear. I reached inside, grabbing ahold of his cock and grinning at him as his eyes continued to glow. I pushed him up onto the counter and continued to play with the tip of his cock as he shivered from the human pleasure. I stripped out of my clothes and hungrily lifted up his legs to expose his hole. My tongue explored between his legs until I was fully tracing his asshole with my tongue. His eyes were almost rolling back as I dipped my tongue and when I felt like it was sufficiently slathered in my saliva, I crawled back up his body until my leaking cock was aligned with him.

"Use me." He was panting as the tip of my cock pushed into him and he relaxed, sending me forward and filling up his hole with my cock. I pushed his arms up, looking at his tattoos as I rammed myself into him. He bit his lip as I fucked him, the sounds of panting and groaning filling the bathroom. With his legs up on my shoulders, I leaned into his chest and kissed his nipple with my cock pulsing as it impaled him. My hips slapped against him until I was suddenly feeling the pleasure build up from my balls until I was exploding inside of him with moans so loud I was certain his body's neighbors could hear us.

"Fucking hell." I was sweating and I looked over him, lines of his own cum having been smeared across his body. He was licking his lips, savoring the part of his own load that made it to his face. We turned away from each other to the sound of banging on the front door of the apartment.

There was someone on the other side of the door that we did not recognize and in a panic we threw on our clothes, missing buttons and grabbing our bags, but it was too late. The frame cracked and in walked the handsome stranger. He stared at the two of us, me frozen in place and Max already getting ready for a fight. I could see him tense as the stranger took a few steps forward. This was yet another person I had recognized, but couldn't place. Of course, it only took me a few seconds to realize where I had seen him. It was odd not seeing him with his dog.

"Norville?" I was a little in shock, two member of mystery incorporated showing up on my doorstep was a little odd. That's what I get for running around with a monster.

"They call me Shaggy." He looked over at Max who was fuming, but suddenly seemed calm. Shaggy looked over at me and smirked.

"What's going on?" I was clearly confused.

"We don't need to worry, but we do need to get out of here. I'm sure someone has called the police." Max grabbed my bag and Shaggy looked at me with hungry eyes.

"So you found a human to play with?" Shaggy said.

"He saved my life." Max squeezed my hand as we walked down the stairs and out into the parking lot.

"A human saved your life? I don't think so." He pinched the back of my neck and I swatted his hand away.

"What the hell, dude?" I turned quickly and Shaggy growled with a pair of glowing eye Max came to my defense by getting between us. I looked mad, which may have turned Max on a little bit because he had a slight smile as he turned back to Shaggy after checking on me.

"We have a lot to catch up on."

Shaggy's place different than I imagined, but from what I could gather this wasn't really Shaggy. Whatever creature was inside him commandeered his life and decided to do what he wanted.

"So can you explain what's going on?" I asked, making myself at home.

"Well, this part of my story started after incident on Spooky Island. I was able to get away after Daphne kicked my ass onto that stupid disco ball. Once I was kicked out I needed to find someone to enter right away and while the chaos was happening I plucked Shaggy away from that blonde girl and his dog and forced his protoplasm out. I had to do it fast and I crawled inside of him easily. You remember how good I am at that." He looked over at Max who nodded.

"Incredible." I said under my breath, but they definitely heard me.

"You think so? Maybe this human will be run to play with." He squinted at me with a smirk which made me blush.

"So what are you doing now?" Max asked.

"I thought I was the only one left. Not all of you were as smart as me, but it turns out there was at least one." He slapped Max in the leg. "I ended up tearing apart Mystery Incorporated from the inside and started a podcast where I talk about unsolved mysteries while playing video games." He motioned to his set up, a series of screens, cameras, and microphones all set up in front of some mood lighting. "Plus people like seeing what I've done with this body. I went from a twink to a hunk." He flexed his arms and they swelled to the size of baseballs. Max could tell I enjoyed how he was acting.

"What do you want?" Max asked.

"I figured we should at least be around each other. Two of the only creatures left in a whole species." He looked at me then came and sat down. "Now that I've been around him for a minute I can see why you like him." He leaned in and smelled my hair.

"Oookay." I dodged his sniff and stood up looking at the two men who were currently inhabited by daemons.

"What? I was just having fun."

"Do you know why Fred is after us?" Max asked.

"Nope. Didn't even know that asshole was still around. Assume he's just trying to solve another mystery." He shrugged and leaned back into the sofa. "You two are welcome to stay here. If that twat Freddy shows up I'm sure I can take care of him." He stood up and started removing his clothes as he went the bathroom. He was completely nude by the time he got to the door and turned around, looking at me with a smirk before closing the door.

"You okay?" I turned to Max.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You know I'm not seduced as easily as you think I am," I pulled Max into me by his waist, "I only need one daemon in my life." He kissed me and then pulled at my waist as we listened the Shaggy taking a bath.

Fred was picking apart the apartment Max and I were just in, but he couldn't find anything. He was getting angry with the situation. The lack of clues and the thought of reconnecting with one of his old partners was making his skin crawl. He left the apartment with the broken door behind him and found himself driving over to Shaggy's new place. He was remembering the day Shaggy left after Scooby died and then once he was gone Daphne and Velma also decided to pursue other career paths. Daphne quickly sold her book titled Damsel and then started writing a mystery series that took off. Velma was the perfect scientist and quickly started her own pharmaceutical company that also dappled in beauty products. Fred Jones changed the name of Mystery Incorporated to the Fred Jones Detective Agency and became a Private Investigator.

"Hello old friend." Fred pulled up outside of Shaggy's place and rolled his eyes. With an exasperated sigh he made his way in and reluctantly knocked on the door. There was some rumbling around inside and then a quick unlock of the door and Shaggy was on the other side putting his shirt on.

Shaggy slipped the shirt on over his head and invited him inside, the door locking behind him and said, "Sup, Freddy."