Dragocorn and I were having a discussion where in I aborted a line from Frankenstein: "I have squeals in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and snorts the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other." This drawing was in part the result.

It's a little early for Halloween, but damned if it isn't funny!

Elsewhere:

Freshly laundered sheets lay draped over a table in a darkened corner of the basement. In the center of the great square table a lump curled, still save for the occasional dull thud of silken strands knocking on the wooden surface. The sheets only sometimes rustling with a rush of breath as the lump snorted.

The doctor's shag-shrouded fingers reached out poking the lump, only to have the snorting protuberance follow it through the sheet. "The world was to me a secret which I desired to divine." She chortled poking the sheet, feeling hands clutch at her like a kitten playing under a bed sheet. Her voice taking on the tone one uses to console or talk to a pet, "Curiosity, earnest research-"

"Doc!" Impy howled, plodding down the stairs. Her howl causing the shrouded lump to squeal and the Doctor to pin her ears.

"Yes, Ms. Dudek?" The Doctor sighed, her monologue cut short.

"I need som-" Impy began before thundering snort rustled the sheets.

"Get out of here, Impy. We're playing Frankenpony!" Oscil's ever shrill voice bleated from under the cover.

"I need some money for dinner!" Impy shouted over the tented hoof-beast's wailing.

"I think you know where my purse is, Ms. Dudek." The Doctor's hands rested on her hips, before one traveled over to pat the linen covered nose.

"I already looked, the only thing in there is a pack of gum, some tobacco and a big, black dildo." Impy sneered.

"The path of her departure is free, and there are none to lament her annihilation!" Oscil grumbled.

"Ms. Flaherty, that quote was just a little too butchered." The Doctor said, rubbing the annoyed flounce through the sheet again.

"Doc, the pizza place is gonna close and we're gonna have to get take out curry again!" Impy groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Alright, alright." The Doctor's hands yanked the sheet, uncovering the pony and the table in one go. "Alright Ms. Flaherty, look at me so I can avert my eyes and walk awa-" The doctor clasped her hand over her mouth.

"What?" Oscil said with a snort and brought his... Hoof up to scratch his nose. "What happened to the pony hands?" Oscil squealed holding up his useless, chitin maces at the Doctor.

"Well, Ms. Flaherty." The doctor coughed, closing a nearby book. "I guess that undergraduate thesis you wrote saying that Victor used magic to reanimate the monster might have been right after all." She grinned smudging a chalk circle under the table.

"Pony hands!" Oscil squealed, shoving his hooves up toward the Doctor.

"We can fix this, I'm sure." She said kissing his nose.

Oscil's widened eyes changed from shock to rage. "Pony..." He growled. "Hands!" He roared.

"Ms. Flaherty!" The Doctor's ears pinned. "That's enough... One pony's hands or hooves were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought..."

"Table bad!" The pony lump shrieked, slamming his hoof-palms down.

"Ms. Flaherty, now you're getting into the movie version."

Impy snickered, bending her fingers and thumbs on each hand into a hoof shape. "Hey, Oscil. Clop-clop!" She stuck her tongue out, making a stroking motion near her crotch.

"If I had a middle finger I'd be flipping you off!" The pony roared, ears pinned down to little nubs, eyes blared and lips curled.

"Goodness me." Said the Doctor. "So fierce."

Art ©  Dragocorn
Oscil ©  Oscil