Foster’s Porn Story: Memoirs of a Demon Named Frankie Chapter 5

Well, heres the latest chapter. Ive got an overarcing plot for the series now, so it should be easier to work on from this point.

Starting with the reviews for this chapter, Ill be responding directly to signed reviews via PM.

Guyver: She sure is.

Inu: Okay. Ill try.

Kelt: Glad youre enjoying. Kathyll have more appearances soon.

Barry: Glad you like the new title. Frankies pretty happy now that shes not the only one of her species. And shell be discovering some surprising revelations about what she is, what shes capable of, and what her future will bring, starting next chapter.

Dracozombie: There was so much crazyness going on that night that Frankies brief revert to her human form was the least bizarre thing. And yeah… the ending could have been better. Im trying to work on that.

Dark Wolf: Thanks!

Well, without further ado, Ch. 5.

Memoirs of a Demon Named Frankie

Ch. 5: My Son, the Monster

November 1, 2005

Well, diary, that couldve gone better.

Okay, so in the space of one night, I regained my humanity, and lost it again. But in doing so, Ive achieved something I never thought I could. Im at peace with what Ive become. Saving the world from an evil sorcerer kinda helped in that regard.

And I have company now… in the process of the nights events, Mac nearly died and I had to use the pendant that transformed me to save his life. Hes actually happy with the transformation, since he was always worried about how lonely I was as the only one of my species. He makes a truly adorable Valix… red fur, blue wings, and that little pink nose… you see him and you just wanna give him a big hug. And he loves the ability to fly as much as I do.

Transforming Mac may have saved him, but its completely burned out the pendant. Theres no magical energy left in it at all, which means my spirits no longer linked to it. Its also meant Ive lost a great deal of my power. I can still fly, Im still strong, I still have my insane regeneration abilities, but that whole thing where I can make anything happen just by thinking about it? Gone. I cant warp the rules of reality anymore, and transmuting things takes concentration, and doesnt work at all on anything living. My theory is that the bulk of my magic powers were tied up in the pendant, and now thats its just a hunk of crystal (probably a valuable one, though; it looks like real sapphire), Im stuck with whatever powers Valixes are supposed to have. I have a feeling theres a lot of misinformation in the official lore… Im not even sure were really demons.

But I digress. The point is, Mac was happy with his new body.

Macs mom, on the other hand…

The autumn air sent a slight chill through Frankies body as she soared over the town. She supposed that, maybe one day, shed get jaded with the sensation of flight… the thrill of shirking gravity, the exhilaration of accelerating to speeds never dreamed of, the feel of the wind in your fur… maybe someday. Like, when she was in her late thousands. For now, though, every moment was pure, unadulterated bliss.

She glanced over at her wingman. Mac had started out a little wobbly, but had taken to flight very fast, faster even than she had. His smaller size made him faster and more maneuverable, and he used every opportunity available to flaunt it.

So, Frankie asked, How is it so far?

Eh… its okay, I guess… He paused for a moment. Okay, so its the most incredible feeling Ive ever had in my entire lifetime, and I cant believe I survived without this for eight years.

The two banked around the edge of town, preparing for another lap.

You know were gonna have to go down sometime, Frankie, reminded Mac. My moms probably nervous.

I know, I know, sighed Frankie. Its just… Im really worried. Its one thing when you come home with a scraped knee… Ive gone and changed your entire species. I mean… baseball to the head? Thats normal. But how do I explain fur and hooves and a third eye?

You tell the truth, assured Mac. Im sure my momll be reasonable, considering it was either this or my death.

Mom, its not like that! protested Mac. She saved my life!

Oh, my baby, my baby… what am I going to do? She glared at Frankie. And YOU… you monster. Hes probably your zombie slave now.

What? Frankie blurted, incredulous. Zombie slave? Are you for real?

Mom, leave Frankie alone!

You. Get out of this house, you… whatever you are! Macs mother demanded, shoving the girl out the door and slamming it in her face.

Well, that couldve gone worse, muttered the blue Valix to herself. She couldve had a shotgun.

So, Mac said, do I get thrown out now, too?

Oh, honey, Ellen said, hugging her child. Im sorry. Ive reacted badly. Do you think I dont love you anymore because of this? Id never feel like that. Its just… this changes so much. I mean… I cant send you to school like this, but I cant afford to home-school you either. What am I going to do?

Why cant I go to school? asked Mac.

Well… youre… youre all covered with fur! And you have three eyes!

Well… if I was bald and had an eyepatch, youd send me to school, right? So why is this different?

It… it just is, all right? Look… people are stupid sometimes. All they look at is what you look like, not at who you are.

So why should I suffer because other people are dumb?

Yes… no… look, its all very complicated. Ellen sighed. I think you should at least take a few days until I can explain the situation to the school board.

Okay, agreed Mac. I still think you should let me see Frankie.

Its not happening, Mac. I just… I cant let her near you knowing it was her fault.

But…

End of discussion. You arent going anywhere near her or that bizarre house she works at.

There was no point in arguing when Mom got like this. Mac fluttered up to his room, dejected.

Great, he thought. Now I cant go to Fosters, Blooll get adopted, and Ill be stuck inside for who knows how long.

He plopped down on his bed, and began to realize just how much about him had been altered. His new body was so different, in so many ways. Every inch seemed to bring new surprises, from the retracting claws, to his third nipple, to the little whiskers on his face. It was then that he was struck by how much his life had been altered by this night.

He was fifty percent of an entire species, and the only male.

It was a little overwhelming. And fascinating at the same time.

Miss Francis, acknowledged Mr. Herriman. Your late-night shenanigans have been broadcast all over the news. It seems… he leaned in closer, that youre responsible for saving the lives of several small children. Well done. Well done, indeed, the giant rabbit intoned, shaking her hand.

Wow, Frankie said, her eyes glowing slightly with embarrassment, Youre… actually complimenting me.

Dont get too used to it, young lady, Herriman chided, though you could see by his eyes that he was joking. Another first.

Thats nice, said Bloo, but I have better news. TV-related news. Im on the NEWS! …oh yeah, you too, Frankie.

Huh, really? Frankie scooped up the blue blob and sprinted towards the couch, where Spunky Reporter Erin Petersen was recapping.

And, again, our top story tonight… a child kidnapping was thwarted by the strange humanoid creature shown in these photos taken at the scene. Police officers on the scene confirmed the creatures help, and that she is no threat to anyone. One officer even referred to the creature by the name Frankie. Whoever she is, this creature has earned the thanks of at least three families tonight. Todd?

Its TED. Reports are also coming in that there was a fourth child involved in the incident. Eyewitnesses say that the child was actually killed, but that the creature, or Frankie as shes been identified, somehow brought him back from the dead, transfigured into her form.

He wasnt dead, muttered Frankie. Thats all I need, people thinking I can do that. I cant even HEAL other people, much less resurrect them.

Didja see! Bloo asked. They showed my elbow in one of the pictures! And a cop drive me home, it was awesome!

Arent you even a little curious as to what happened to Mac?

Not really… I mean, you saved him, and now he cant ever be hurt by anything, so why get all worried?

Uh, I dont mean to pry, but what did happen? asked Wilt, sitting down next to him.

We flew him back to his house, and when we got there, his mom was all mad and threw me out for changing him. Honestly, I kind of expected it, so I wasnt too taken back. Besides… even if she never lets me see him again, I can still talk to him whenever I want.

How?

Simple. Im a telepath, and so is he. Our minds probably stand out like beacons. It shouldnt be any trouble reaching him. In fact, I think Ill give it a try right now.

She closed her eyes and spread out her consciousness. She reached out, further, further…

There it was, burning like a light in the darkness. She sought it out, reached for it…

Contact.

-Mac? Mac, this is Frankie. Are you there?-

-Frankie! Is that really you?-

-In the neurons, pal. How are things going by you?-

-Not good. Im stuck in the house for now. And mom banned me from going to Fosters.-

-Aw, Mac, thats terrible!-

-Tell me about it. Herrimans gonna put Bloo up for adoption, and Ill never get to see you or Madame Foster or any of the guys again!-

-Its all right. I bet your momll come around eventually. And we can still communicate like this anytime we need. And about the Bloo thing… I think I might have an idea of how to handle that.-

Three-thirty, intoned the giant rabbit. It truly breaks my heart to do this, but rules are rules. He hit a large red button that had been designated for just such an occasion. Outside, a large banner that said Free Bloo to a good Home unfurled, attracting a stampede of children eager to adopt the diminutive, gelatinous friend. The mob stormed though the house, seeking out the little creature, repeatedly passing what they thought was another imaginary friend, a blue creature in a hoodie, skirt, and baby tee, who looked somehow familiar… but since she wasnt the one they were looking for, they ignored her as she went about her chores.

Can I come out yet? whined her belly.

Shh! You want Long-Ears to get wise to us? she replied, opening her pouch a little.

Well… its just that its hot in here. And cramped. And… kinda moist.

I cant really help that, she groaned. If it wasnt for Mac, I wouldnt do this at all.

I know, I know… but, its so boring in here! I mean, maybe if I had a TV or something…

Frankie sighed. Fine… She slipped her Game Guy XL into her pouch.

Oooh, exclaimed Bloo, Last Legend IV!

Touch my save file and youre DEAD, Blooregard.

Awww…

-The Bloo problems under control- messaged Frankie to Mac.

-Thanks… now all I have to do is to get mom to believe youre not some kind of monstrous vampire thing.-

-Yeah… good luck on that, sweetie.-

Mac sighed. Hed been stuck in his room for the entire day. Technically, he had the run of the apartment, but there really wasnt any motivation to. He especially wasnt in the mood to hear what Terrence would have to say about his new look.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror on the back of his door. For a monster, Im about as terrifying as a baby kitten, he thought dejectedly.

Hed already gotten bored with playing with his new powers… there were only so many times you could turn hydrogen into helium and back without getting bored. Frankied said that shed teach him more complicated transmutations, just as soon as she figured out how to do them herself. In a way, they were both learning for the first time.

On his own, though, hed discovered a new power… he was able to absorb all the light in a room and release it all in a blinding burst. He wasnt sure exactly what it was useful for, but it was pretty cool. Hed have to think to Frankie about it.

He stared out the window, sighing. There HAD to be a way to get Mom to let him see Frankie and Fosters, but how?

He lay, prone, on the bed, drumming his hooves idly, thinking… memories of the good times theyd shared drifting into his mind. One in particular kept sticking… the all-night rave Blood thrown earlier that year. Most of it was a haze in his mind… hed overdosed on sugar and gone streaking though town. Theyd had to catch up to him by car…

An idea formed in Macs head.

If this works, he thought, Momll HAVE to make up with Frankie.

Ellen frowned at the papers lead article.

CHILD RESCUER IDENTIFIED: FRANCIS FOSTER, LOCAL RESIDENT

Nov. 2, 2005: The strange, blue-furred monster (as one bystander referred to her) responsible for rescuing four children from what was believed to be a religious cult and its charismatic leader has been identified as Francis Foster, 23, a graduate of Syracuse University (majoring in Child Psychology), and granddaughter of local philanthropist and community activist Agatha Foster. Police officer Anthony Scarpelli confirmed the rescuers identity. I dont know exactly why exactly she was some kind of anthropomorphic creature, but I can vouch that shes completely harmless. Id still trust her to babysit my kids anytime.

Yeah, thought Ellen. Im sure youd trust her if you saw what she did to my baby. An earlier flip through the morning shows had only built up her irritation. Everywhere people were talking about the citys blue, winged hero. Why couldnt they see her for what she really was?

Oh, mom…

Ellen perked up. This was the first time Mac had spoken all day. Yes, honey? She glanced over to where Mac stood in the doorway, holding…

…oh. no…

Where did you GET that! she demanded. You know youre not supposed to have sugar!

Try an stop me! Mac retorted, tearing the end off the Pixie Stick, pouring the tiny white crystals down his throat.

No! screamed Ellen, but it was too late. Macs lips pulled back in a rictus of ecstasy, his three pupils narrowed to vertical lines, and he began to twitch. Okay… stay calm, she said, slowly approaching.

NOCALMGOTTAGETMORESUGAR! screamed Mac at the top of his lungs. He streaked off, a red blur, punching right through the wall. Ellen stared in horror at the hyperactive red streak as it caromed through the upper reaches of the buildings. There was no chance that she could possibly catch up to him now. Not on her own.

There was only one person who could… and much as it pained her, she had to call her.

Commander Richard Schuyler (Department of Paranormal Investigation) studied the article. The DPI kept running tabs on all stories of alien sightings, monsters, and other extra-usual occurrences. Most were the usual tabloid trash. This one, however, was in a real paper. And there were photos.

The shots of the winged, blue-furred woman had been fed through dozens of sophisticated analysis programs, just to make sure. All tests came up negative. Thered been no tampering with this picture.

Eyewitness reported her lifting a slab of concrete like it was a marshmallow, his aide, Melissa Perez, reported. Shes clearly metahuman.

Obviously, Schuyler agreed. And, obviously, shed be a tremendous asset to the Department… especially on something like the Orchid Bay investigation.

The question is, do you think shed be interested? Perez dropped a folder on the desk. These are the results of the background check we ran… she doesnt really seem to be the kind of personality that goes in for covert operations.

Well, then, Schuyler responded, his fingers tenting, Well have to make sure our offer is sweet enough to convince her that shes interested. He glanced up at Perez. I want you to pay Miss Foster a visit. Youre authorized to offer her whatever our resources can handle. Anything it takes to get her on our payroll.

Frankie made up her mind that, if there was ever some miraculous scientific advance that would allow her to become human again, shed find out if there was some way that she could keep the wings and at least two tails. And, come to think of it, the hooves were nice, too. She hadnt had sore feet in ages.

Okay, the hooves could stay, but the third eye had to go… although… it did kick her vision level up an insane degree. She could see colors no one could even conceive of. She could see them everywhere, making the world unbelievably vibrant. And her ears had improved her hearing to the same extreme, enabling her to hear into ranges beyond even dogs and elephants.

Okay. So, Im keeping the wings, the tails, the hooves, the eyes, the ears… and the claws, of course, theyre incredibly convenient… the pouch, too, I dont know how I ever live without one… and the fur, because I like how it feels on me…

She sighed inwardly. As the list of things she liked about her new body lengthened, she realized: over the last two months, shed gotten completely adapted to her new body, to the point where it was hard to imagine living without the change. Sure, for about an hour on Halloween shed been human again, but constant distractions had made it impossible to truly think about the consequences of the change. Would she have been happy in the long term? Yes, she almost certainly would have. But, unlike in those early days, shed have missed being a Valix. Just like, yes, today there was still a part of her that missed being human.

She glanced down at her chest. Okay, I can still definitely do without having a third breast.

The phone rang, easing Frankie out of her life affirmation. With a swift, fluid motion, her left tail snatched up the receiver, transferring it to her hand. Hello? she asked.

Is this Frankie? a nervous voice inquired. Frankie immediately recognized it… it was the same voice that had, the previous day, accused her of being a vampire.

Uh… hi, Mrs. MacIntyre… can I, uh, help you? she nervously answered, ears bracing for harangues.

I need your help. Macs gone on a sugar rampage, and youre the only one who has any hope of catching him.

Sugar rampage, she registered. Shed remembered the last one. Itd taken Mac almost an hour to come down fully, and even then he was still twitchy. If we was all sugared up now, and flying to boot, no wonder Mac had called her. Ill be right over, Mrs. MacIntyre.

Her wings had her across town in minutes. Setting down in front of the house, she couldnt help but notice that Mac had punched a cartoon-style Mac-shaped hole through the wall. She stifled a chuckle. Its NOT funny, she told herself. He could be in trouble.

The door opened before she could even knock. Thank goodness. I, uh… Im sorry I called you a horrible vampire.

Its okay… I probably wouldve had the same reaction if you brought MY son back a different species. Uh… do you suffer from motion sickness or fear of heights at all?

No… I dont see why that would be impo- Ellen yelped as Frankie scooped her up and launched herself into the air. The woman clung tightly to her living conveyance, eyes widened. You could have warned me! she choked out.

Sorry. I thought itd be a good idea if you came with me. Hold on tight! Lashing her tails around herself and Ellen to secure her, Frankie spread her wings wider, leveling off somewhere above the city. Im gonna try to reach his mind.

You can do that? asked Ellen.

Frankie nodded. Telepathys one of my powers. So are telescopic vision and extended hearing. Using those, it shouldnt take too long to find Mac. After a few moments, she smiled. Found him. Hang on… were going down.

Hey, uh… kid, hed said, nervously approaching the little creature. You have to pay for those.

INEEDCANDYCANDYCANDYRIGHTNOWNOWNOW! the little ball of fur had babbled at the top of his lungs, and leapt into the jelly beans.

Mick was about to attempt to talk to the child again when another winged figure slew through the hole the boy had made. The woman, who looked like an adult version of whatever the boy was, set down another, non-mutant woman, and called out Mac!

Uh, maam… Mick began, I, uh… I dont mean to be a pain, but your son broke my window and ate a lot of my candy, and someones gonna have to pay for it.

Actually, Im not his mom, the blue-furred one corrected. She is.

Oh, right, the candy vendor sarcastically replied. I can see the family resemblance.

Its a long story, the human woman replied. Mac! Come here this instant!

The boy emerged from the barrel of sourballs hed been working on. Hi, mom! hed said, suddenly calm again. He fluttered over into his mothers waiting arms.

Mac? the confused woman asked. Youre…

I was faking! Sugar doesnt make me crazy anymore! Mac answered, grinning. I just made it look like I went on a candy bender so youd have no choice but to get Frankies help! Uh… Im probably in a lot of trouble now, arent I?

You WILL be when Im done being relieved youre okay. Ellen hugged her child tightly.

Im really sorry, Mom, Mac said. I just really dont think you shouldnt blame Frankie for what happened to me.

Well… I cant say Im happy youre a different species now, but if it really WAS the only way to save your life, then… Frankie, youre forgiven. As for YOU… what ARE we going to do with you?

Uh… agree that I learned my lesson and forget about it?

Oh, no, I dont think so. Youve got a window to pay for, not to mention all that candy you ate.

Mac looked dejected. How am I ever going to pay for that? he asked.

Well… I think thats something I might be able to help with, Frankie replied. I could always use a hand or two over at the House… Id also give him lessons in using his powers responsibly.

Mac brightened. Can I?

Ellen looked thoughtful for a moment. That sounds reasonable to me, she agreed.

All right! Mac cheered. Thanks, mom!

Mick groaned as the three left after the mother had cut him a check. The last hour had been more aggravating than his entire life.

Oh well… at least he could sell the security camera footage to the Fox network.

I know youre there, she said. Show yourself.

Well done, the woman said, stepping out from the closet. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, attractive in a severe way, with black hair tied tightly back, and a black uniform. Ill cut to the chase. My name is Lieutenant Perez, and Im with the Department of Paranormal Investigations.

Crap. I was worried about this, groaned Frankie. Look… I know my rights. Im an American citizen. You cant arrest me just for growing a fur coat and extra body parts. So… Im not going anywhere without a lawyer.

Youre mistaken , Ms. Foster, Perez replied, evenly. Youre not under arrest. Im actually here to offer you a position within our organization.

Youre what? Look… Im flattered, but Im pretty happy with my current job.

You wouldnt be full time… more of a consultant. Wed call on you when we need you. And, well… were prepared to offer you a sizeable incentive to join. The woman (pulled out a checkbook and jotted down a number. For starters, a little signing bonus.

Frankies eyes widened. This… is a little signing bonus.

I can go higher, if you need.

Okay, the demon-girl said. I think we can work something out here.