Author: Pirate Turner
Thanks To: Python for the inspirational challenge and my beloved Jack for helping me tie up the end
Rating: R due to sexual content and nudity
Summary: His creation stood before him, as stark naked and completely helpless as a newborn babe.
Warnings: Slash, Odd Pairing
Challenge: Python's dare/challenge to do a Frankenstein/monster pairing from Young Frankenstein and include the line "He has an enormous schwanstucker!"
Disclaimer: Frankenstein, Young Frankenstein, and his monster are & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
His creation stood before him, as stark naked and completely helpless as a newborn babe. Frankenstein yelped his surprise, a curse breaking free from his lips as the thought exploded, unbidden, through his mind: {He has an enormous schwanstucker!} He shouldn't notice such things, he knew, and yet he had to use every bit of his will power to drag his eyes away.
His monster called for him, and at last the scientist found himself able to raise his eyes to the creature's. Electricity sparked at the bolts in his head, and he gulped. He had truly outdone himself this time. He had created everything he could ever want for in this monster for no other could match his intellect and, at least, this being surely would never question his commands.
"Master?" His monster reached for him. Frankenstein stood his ground at first as the mighty, green arms wrapped tightly around his body but then gave in as the creature pulled him close. He found himself pressed so close to his creation's body that he could feel his every inch, and again he gulped. No man should have to restrain himself against such a pressure as that which now prodded his groin!
He groaned as his monster shifted, and then the creature started again to touch him. He stroked him as he had seen a human girl touch a small animal, both of which had ran from him when he'd appeared out of the darkness, but his master did not run. He touched him with longer, swifter strokes as his body called out for more. He murmured about the strange feeling that was beginning to overtake his body, knowing his master would know the cause and be able to stop it.
Yet it was a feeling the master found he did not wish to stop. "Touch me again," he murmured, "just once more, like you did. Again . . . Again . . . Again . . . " Soon he was whimpering for more. He knew this was wrong, but then, like everything he had ever tried that was wrong to society, Frankenstein found that this, too, felt delightfully wonderful.
"Again," he begged and yet, "Again," he whimpered once more as soon as his monster stilled. He had created his monster from spare parts of dead people who no longer needed them, but yet never had he felt more alive. "Again! Again! Again!" His hair stood out as he screamed his commands, giving in to the wondrous feeling as his creation now breathed renewed life into him. Lightning flashed outside, and his sinister laughter echoed across the hillsides, making the villagers scurry in fear of what horrors he was now inflicting. As the laughter subsided into screams and roars, they rushed into their little homes, threw the doors locked in fear, and shook beneath their beds at the thought that the dread scientist and his monster might cum after them.
The End