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Scoobied Dude (Great Dane TF)

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The scent of nacho-cheese Doritos wafted in through my nostrils as I opened up a fresh bag. It was my weekend away from work and I was going to enjoy it my way! And the best way to do that was to watch Scooby Doo and eat chips. Been so long since I've watched Scooby Doo and I knew I just had to watch some of the classics! What was I going to watch though? I thumbed through Netflix and could only find a bunch of crummy forgotten direct-to-video Scooby Doo movies and a few that I had seen to death already.

I decided to go on my computer and search for Scooby Doo goodness on my own. I walked over to my computer and booted it up, I then opened up Google Chrome. I did a Google search with the term: "Scooby Doo Awesomeness". I eventually stumbled upon some old Flash cartoon website. I thought this was pretty sweet, so I started digging through the site to find a bunch of old cartoons. I also found this old flash game called "Scooby Doo's Grooming Session". I clicked on it and was brought to this game menu. This message popped up that read "Are you sure you want to play this game?" I clicked the yes button underneath the message, which prompted another message to pop up. "Are you really sure you want to play this game?" I clicked yes again, which brought up yet another message. "Ok, let me level with ya, you probably aren't going to like this and will probably curse your fate. So I'll ask one last time: Are you super sure you want to play this game?" I started to get a little nervous about the message, but I assumed it was just referring to a screamer or something meant to freak me out during the game. I clicked yes one last time and a final message popped up. "Okay, don't say I didn't warn ya'! Now, enjoy your new life as a dog!"

What a weird message, what did it mean by my new life as a dog? Oh well! I decided to play the game all the same. I pushed play and was brought to this screen of a moving conveyor belt with two mechanical hands drifting towards the screen. Just then, the robot arms reached through my computer screen and were somehow in reality. They grabbed me and started pulling me into the computer screen. My entire body was dragged into the computer and I soon found myself elsewhere. Suddenly, I was sitting on some sort of conveyor belt and I found myself elsewhere. A nearby sign said "Dog Grooming Factory". That was odd, why would I be at a dog grooming place? I'm not a dog! That's when I remembered the message from earlier, the one that said I should "Enjoy my new life as a dog". I gulped as I thought about what was going to happen. That's when the conveyor belt started moving, the sudden motion making me feel queasy in the process. The arms of the conveyor belt grabbed my arms and legs and adjusted my standing position mid-movement, positioning me into a four-legged stance.

I was then wheeled to a stop, as the conveyor belt halted it's movement. Just then, a computerized yet cartoony voice said "Preparing stage 1 of dog preparation: Removal of clothes and application of fur". Just then, several hoses emerged from the shadows and surrounded me. I gulped as the hose nozzles showered me in white foamy soap. The soap ate through my clothes yet left my skin completely undamaged. My clothes melted away leaving me naked as the foamy material bound itself to my skin. The soap entered my skin pores and from them emerged small brown and black hairs. These hairs emerged from every pore and grew thicker and longer with each passing second. The growing fur blanketed my body in a brown fur-coat adorn with black spots. The fur enveloped my hair, turning it into fur in the process. The fur even covered my face, rendering it soft and fuzzy. After my fur had grown, the conveyor belt started up once more and I was bought to the second station. The conveyor belt halted once more as the computerized screen popped up.

"Preparing stage 2 of dog preparation: Altering hands and feet into paws." The mechanical arms then grabbed the fuzzy sides of my body and flipped me onto my back. The mechanical hands proceeded to rub my feet and hands, morphing them into strange alien shapes. My fingers bunched together as they shrank, rough pads grew on them in the process. Tiny black claws emerged from my fingertips as my hands and feet strange. They were now doofy-looking dog paws! The machine then grabbed my legs and started reshaping them. The shape of my legs shifted as they were greatly altered. The way they bent changed as well as their entire structure shifted. My arms became a matching pair of legs as their shape was changed to match. After my legs were altered, the mechanical hands grabbed me and flipped me back onto my stomach. I hobbled onto my dog paws as the conveyor belt powered on once more.

I was rushed along to the next area where the screen popped down once more. "Preparing head alteration and application of tail as final step." Said the voice as the mechanical hands moved towards me. One of them was holding a plunger which it quickly attached to my face and started pulling on it. My face stretched out and grew much longer as it formed into a canine muzzle. After doing this, the plunger was removed from my face and another mechanical hand came forward. This hand flicked me in the nose its fingers so hard that it made my nose hurt! My throbbing nose started to grow much larger. It turned charcoal black as the texture of the skin on my nose became rougher and more coarse. My sense of smell increased as strange smells filtered in through my larger nostrils. The mechanical hands tugged on my ears making them grow larger. My ears became pointed yet floppy as my ability to hear grew exponentially. One of the hands moved itself over my face in a quick fashion, causing my eyes to water for some reason. My eyes morphed as they watered like crazy as the color quality in my eyesight dimmed. Then the mechanical arms grabbed hold of my muzzle and forced it open, giving me what appeared to be some kind of dog-pill. They tossed it into my open gullet as I uncontrollably swallowed. The pill felt like it was altering my vocal cords, almost like it was changing my voice entirely. I hacked and coughed as my throat was enveloped with a burning sensation, my voice sounding much more goofy as I did so. "Rhat's roing ron?!" I said with a strange canine-like speech impediment.

The mechanical hands then reached around and pinched area of flesh around my tailbone. I barked in surprise as the bud of flesh grew larger. It was stretched out in a long dog tail, one that was very befitting of a canine. Finally, the hands come up with a dog called and fasten it around my neck. The collar was blue in color and had a pair of letters dangling from it that read "SD". The mechanical hands then pulled out a mirror and held it in front of my furry muzzle. Much to my surprise, I found that my reflection was now that of the Great Dane known as Scooby Doo! I wasn't just Scooby Doo, but a live-action representation of that character. "Rhat rappened?!" The computerized voice didn't answer and simply wheeled me towards a large screen. The conveyor belt sent me right towards the screen at breakneck speed as I panicked. I hit the screen with full-force, but did not shatter it. Instead, I was tossed through the screen and back into my own room. I landed on my rear as I looked about, taking notice of some differences. First of all, the room seemed larger to me. It wasn't like I had shrunk though, being a dog was just a different sensation.  I hobbled onto all fours and was fascinated by how different the world looked to a dog. Colors in the room had faded and my instincts and senses were pulling my attention in all directions.

I could smell things I never could before and hear things I never thought possible! I could hear so many things that I wanted to plug my ears, it was like nose pollution to me. I don't recall the fictional Scooby Doo having to put up with this! Just then, I heard the pitter-patter of tiny paws climbing up the stairs. Slinking into the room was my loyal cat, Ziggy! I soon found out he wasn't as loyal as he seemed. Ziggy hissed at me as he approached my slowly, his claws slowly emerging as made his way over to me. I panicked as the cat shot me a death-glare, he thought I was just some dumb dog. "Riggy, rit's re, Rames!" The cat couldn't understand what I saying through my bizarre speech impediment and quickly lunged at me. The cat latched onto my back with his claws as I flailed around like crazy! The cat road atop me like a bucking bronco as I panicked and ran out of the room. I tried my best to shake Ziggy off, but to no avail. I ran into the kitchen and towards the doggy door. The cat leapt off my back as I ran straight into the doggy door and escape through the back.

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that I escaped Ziggy, until I realized what I had just done. I had just left my own home with no way of getting back in! I managed to stand up on two legs, something I could only manage for a small amount of time. However, I found that I couldn't manipulate the door-knob with my clumsy bulky dog paws. I was locked out of my own house! I hung my head in shame as I walked away from my house, unable to enter back inside. As I walked down the street, my doggy nose caught whiff of something. My paws were drawn towards the scent as if I was possessed by instinct. Two words emerged from my cranium and escape through my fuzzy dog lips: "Rooby Racks!" The temptation of Scooby Snacks drove me to what appeared to be ramshackle mansion filled with bats and spooky things. If I had inherited Scooby Doo's personality, then I would probably be afraid of this mansion. But I was a great dane with the mind of a man! There was no way I'd let spooky mansions get between me and snackage!

My paws scuffed against the cement leading up to the mansion as my nose drove me forward. Just then, my ears perked up as I heard rustling in a nearby bush. I turned and found a man emerging from the rosebush. "Don't go in there, dude! There's a mutant eagle-man in there and he's eating people!" Said a man dressed in raggedy clothing and hippy memorabilia. "Rilly Rippie, reagle-ren ron't rexist!" The hippy opened his eyes wide in shock as he stared at me. "Woah, dude, I'm totally tripping out! This dog just talked to me!" The hippie freaked out and leapt off as I turned my attention back to the mansion. An eagle-man does sound familiar, implausible as it may seem.

I noticed the door was ajar, prompting me to wedge my canine snout between the doorframe to jimmy it open. Once I had the door open, I trotted inside. I sniffed about, my long tail in the air as I looked about for clues. The siren call of food drove me forward, even though it was unlikely I'd find anything in a ramshackled old mansion. I sniffed around the mansion until I found an empty hallway with a table at the end of it. On top of the table sat a box of Scooby Snacks. I figured it was a trap, so I took my time moving towards it. I slowly moved my fuzzy body towards the table. Before I could reach my paws up and grab the fabled box of Scooby Snacks, the Eagle-Man popped out of nowhere. I turned and looked at it, to find that it was only a guy in a suit. In fact, it wasn't even like he was trying to scare me, his head just stuck in the head of his costume. he yanked on it a lot but couldn't get it off. Before I could help the guy, I heard a voice from across the hall shout. "Jinkies, it's the Eagle-Man!" Several middle-aged people ran up, all conviently dressed like the Mystery Gang. It was obvious that they weren't the real mystery gang. One of them was obviously a guy I knew from college and the other guy ran the used rental store. And I'm pretty sure the Velma cosplayer was the nerd who ran the library.

The gang grabbed the Eagle-Man and proceeded to rip apart his costume. The man beneath the costume was none other than my friend, Phil! I had forgotten about his eagle fursuit and I'd probably forget about it again considering it has now been torn to pieces. The woman dressed as Velma shouted at Phil as he held up his precious destroyed fursuit. "Young man Phil! We should have knew you were the monster!" Phil glared at them as he held up the ripped shreds of his fursuit. "What the heck?! I paid 1000 dollars for that!" Suddenly, the Fred lookalike slapped a pair of handcuffs on Phil. "You're under arrest for trying to drive away business from the amusement park!" Phil's eyes narrowed as he glared at them. "I am totally suing you for this." Phil was lead off by the deranged adults, but not before the guy dressed as Shaggy turned to me and said "Dude, that is a horrible Scooby Doo quadsuit!" I blinked in astonishment, how could he not tell that I was the real deal? I was so taken aback by this statement that I almost forgot about the Scooby Snacks. I reached my paw into the box and was shocked to find it complete empty! Nothing, not a single dog snack in sight!

I sighed, I hated not being able to get a single good thing out of today. I decided to head home, but I needed to think of a way to convince Ziggy who I was. Luckily, I was able to quickly come up with a solution. I left the mansion and made my way back home. I ran past several blocks as fast as I could, until I reached my domicile. I then pawed at the door as I heard some angry hissing on the other side of it. I barked angrily at the door which prompted Ziggy to open it up. I had a special mechanism installed in the door that allowed the cat to unlock and open it with the just the press of a paw pad. I had this put in case I transformed into something with paws or appendages that prevented me from manipulating objects. The cat opened the door and sneered at me, but I gave it a loud bark to get its attention. "Riggy, rou rave ro risten ro re! Ror relse, rou ron't ret ro ratch Roars 'N' Rascals!" Roars 'N' Rascals is one of Ziggy's favorite shows, the cat and I would often sit in front of the TV to watch it. Ziggy knew that only I, his master James knew of this secret. The cat came to the sudden realization of who I was and showed no remorse. Instead he just walked over and rubbed his fuzzy side against my own in an attempt to butter me up so I don't punish him. Afterwards, the two of us entered inside.

I walked back up to my computer with Ziggy following close behind me. I tried typing on the keyboard, but my clumsy useless dog paws only produced gibberish. I never knew Scooby Doo had such a problem doing anything, he always seemed like such a capable! Who knew his paws were as useless as the paws of a real-life dog? When it became apparent that I couldn't get the computer to run, I decided to leave it alone for now. I needed to find a way to report the website that transformed, as transformative malware is against the law. Once I reported it, the government would send a group of trained transformation experts to change me back. I could always ask Phil to type it in for me, but he was currently being harassed by those crazy hippies I saw earlier. I knew there was nothing I could do but wait, so I retreated to the living room with Ziggy. I hopped on the couch while being extra careful not to rip it with my paws. I then laid my body down as furry belly rested against the soft material of the couch. Roars 'N' Rascals was coincidentally on, prompting Ziggy to make his way over to the couch and leap on top of me. This time however, Ziggy didn't dig his claws into my back. Instead he waddled about on my back until he curled himself into a ball and rested atop me. Even though I was annoyed by today's odd events, I was still amused by Ziggy's goofy behavior. I guess today wasn't all bad, I just hoped Phil would be able to help me out of this predicament soon.
I'M BACK! I've had a few days off, enough time to work on some stories and try my best not to get distracted by videogames, Saint Seiya, Ninja Turtles, and the siren call of trying to figure out how to play 1st Edition D & D. :D But yeah, here's a Scooby Doo TF for ya all. I realized that there is clearly not enough Scooby Doo TFs out there, so have one on the house. :) In this story, I search for some Scooby Doo awesomeness online and am pulled into a strange factory within the computer world. I'm turned into Scooby Doo and have to deal with typical Monkey-Scientist shenanigans. With a special appearance by :iconpheagle-adler: Enjoy! :)
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Damn Mystery Gang, ruined my new suit X.X