<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Content Advisory</strong></span><br/><strong>Content Level:</strong>Extreme, FFM, Bestiality, Roobeeroobeerooo!<br/><strong>Short Summary:</strong>Probably the unlikeliest three-some from one of all our favourite cartoon series...<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.freakinawesomenetwork.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/daphne_blake.jpg)</div>Daphne Blake posed for the photographers, the skimpy outfit cutting into her in places she would rather not mention. Still at least the South California sun was warm on her exposed skin. It had been over a year since the gang broke up. Fred to persue his dream of joining the police - to become a<em>real</em>detective as he put it. Shaggy had been arrested for dealing one time too many and given the choice of the army or prison. He'd chosen the army, and was on his way, last she heard, to Saigon.<br/><br/>Velma, the smart one, had stuck with what she knew, and set up her own detective agency, along with the dog.<br/><br/>As for Daphne, well the fame that being part of Mystery Inc. had brought her had launched her modelling career. She was on the cover of Vogue, and even appeared in Playboy, although the shots were very tasteful. She had even been approached for a part in one of Spielberg's movies.<br/><br/>"Okay take ten!" The shoot director called, and Daphne relaxed, eased her cramped muscles and headed to her trailer. It was then she saw the note pinned to the door.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Earwig Factory;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Daphne Blake, you ruined my life. Now you will pay.</span></span><br/><br/>She sighed. That was the third one this week, and the tenth in total, always the same, same words, with letters cut from a newspaper and glued to a single sheet of white paper. But... This one was actually pinned to the door of her trailer. Crank notes were part of the job of being famous, but someone had put that note there. She looked around. There were a few people staring at her but there always were. No one obvious, no one looking like they meant her harm.<br/><br/>She'd tried talking to the police, but they didn't want to know. Daphne tore the note off the pin and went inside her trailer. She picked up the phone. There was one person she knew would be able to help. She pulled out a card from her purse and dialled the number on it.<br/><br/>"Hi, Velma? It's Daph. I need to see you, urgently!"