Foster’s Porn Story: frankie ch1

Awww… guys, you shouldnt have. Francis Louise Frankie Foster blew out the 23 candles on her cake. Shed almost forgotten today was the day, and was expecting the usual drudgery. So, the party had been a pleasant surprise.

Well, the credit really goes to Mac here. Wilt, a tall, gangly, and almost supernaturally-polite creature, placed his one hand on the 8-year-olds shoulders. He found out when your birthday was when the two of you were re-filing all those records that somehow wound up crumpled up and lying around the lobby.

The boy smiled. It was nothing, really. You deserve it for everything that you put up with.

The lovely titian-haired young woman blushed. I… I really dont know what to say.

Frankies grandmother, Agatha, as lively today as shed been in her youth, supplied the answer. Say… LETS PARTY!

Several exhausting hours of dancing and party games later, it came time to open her gifts.

Mr. Herriman, the lagomorphic majordomo of the house, gave her a day-planner (to prevent any further lollygaggery, hed said; Frankie already had a 512-MB PDA but was too polite to point it out). Wilt bore an array of scented bath salts; Eduardo, the hulking-yet-lovable monster, a homemade beaded seat cushion; Coco, an odd, manic creature that seemed to be the illegitimate offspring of a duck, a palm tree, and a 747, had laid an egg that contained the massage chair shed been coveting. Mac contributed a pint of homemade ice-cream containing Madame Fosters own cookie dough.

Finally, Madame Foster handed over a tiny box. Here… this is for keeping me young all these years.

She opened it.

Grandma… these are the keys to your car.

No, dear… theyre the keys to your car.

What? No… no, I cant accept this. its very generous, but

Generous nothin, the elderly woman groused. They revoked my license! You run over ONE priest, and all of a sudden theyre on you likenever mind. You enjoy it.

Frankie sighed happily. You guys… thanks.

Wait!

The new comment came from somewhere in the vicinity of her knees. She looked down; Bloo, Macs imaginary friend, who resembled nothing as much as a bright blue gumdrop with eyes, was holding up a small, crudely wrapped package. You havent opened my gift yet.

Frankie eyed the package suspiciously. There was no telling what it was… Bloo was every bit as mischievous as Mac was well-behaved. This isnt some kind of trick, is it?

Bloo put on his most innocent expression. Of COURSE not! I would never do something like THAT…

Wincing, Frankie braced herself as she opened the package. Inside…

Bloo… this is BEAUTIFUL! She drew out a necklace sporting a pendant set with a large, glittering, flawless blue gem. How on Earth did you afford something like this?

Oh, I have my ways…

Criminy… at this rate, Ill NEVER find a present for Frankie! Bloo slid around the corner, looking for someplace to shop… someplace he could afford.

Okay, maybe I shouldntve spent nearly all the money on candy. But how often do jellybeans go on sale like that?

Oh well… somewhere in this city, there HAD to be a place that sold impossibly cheap jewelry…

Get your impossibly cheap jewelry!

Wow. Now thats service.

Bloo slid toward the owner of the voice, a seedy looking man running a kiosk full of jewelry. A banner, reading GREGORS SUSPICIOUSLY CHEAP JEWELRY, was spread across the top.

How may I help you, strange blue jello man? the owner asked in an un-recognizable European accent.

Yeah… Im in the market for something in my price range, which comes to about fifty cents.

Ah, yes… fifty cents. That is coincidentally the price for anything I have.

Wow, thats really convenient! Bloo scanned the table, his eyes alighting on a glittering blue pendant. How about that one?

Ah, you desire the Cursed Pendant of Transformation?

This things cursed?

Of course not. It absolutely, positively will not permanently transform whoever wears it overnight into a strange and powerful creature. Why would you even suggest such a thing?

Fine, Bloo said. You dont need to give me the hard sell, just fork it over!

The man accepted his money and handed over the pendant. Thank you very much, it was nice knowing you!

She did. Nice.

And its blue. So whenever you look at it, you can think of me!

…well, its still pretty.

She wore it all night, even to bed. It was if she couldnt part with it.

Frankie was woken by a harsh noise from her nighttable clock-radio.

Great… this is so NOT what I need.

Slowly, she slid out of bed, rubbing her eyes. She stretched, and made her way to the bathroom.

She lathered up her face and washed it off, examining her face in the mirror.

Something was off…

It couldnt be her fur… or her horns… or her eyes, all three seemed okay…

She spat out the mouthful of mouthwash she had in her mouth in surprise.

She began the examination, taking in every detail.

Blue fur, accented by black tiger-stripes, covered nearly every inch of her body, except for her face, hands, throat, and belly. There, her fur was white. Her hands had four fingers each, with retractable claws, her feet were now cloven hooves. Her hair had become a long, bubble-gum-pink mane. She had a large pair of feathered wings, pink to match her hair. Three tails, long, flexible, and each tipped with a silky pink tuft, grew from her rear. Her chest now sported three, count em, three breasts, and her belly now had a kangaroo-like pouch. Her face was fox-like, with large pointed furry ears, a short muzzle with fangs, a shiny black nose, whiskers, and three green eyes with slit pupils. A pair of graceful, curvy horns adorned her head.

She stared for a moment, entranced by the impossible creature staring back at her.

Then she screamed.

A group of imaginary friends joined the rabbit, including Wilt, Igor (a large green troll) and the huge blocky creature Red.

Bad people hurt someone? questioned the latter.

It would appear so, Herriman said. From the sound of that scream, it seems someone succumbed to a most gruesome fate! Disaster may be averted if we-

A second scream issued. Its coming from Frankies room! shouted the gangliest of the group.

They all barged in, expecting to find a gruesome display.

Instead, they found one of the strangest, most beautiful Imaginary Friends ever seen. She resembled a cross between a tigress, a fox, and a gazelle, with wings, and possessing three each of eyes, tails, and breasts. And her eyes were currently locked on her reflection, her mouth wide open and preparing for another scream.

Always the proper one, Herriman cleared his throat. Er, maam, it appears there has been some confusion. We were under the impression that you had been the victim of some misfortune. Nevertheless, I must ask that you cease this disruption immediately and vacate the premises, as this is a private residen-

The creature seemed to notice them for the first time. No! Get away from me! she screamed, pulling the covers off the bed and throwing them over herself.

There was something about the voice…

…Frankie? asked Wilt.

She poked her changed head out. Not anymore… and dissolved into sobs.

He arrived at the enormous gothic mansion fifteen minutes later. Oddly, it wasnt Frankie who answered the door, but Mr. Herriman. Oddly, and disappointingly… Mac was still nursing a crush on the redheaded caretaker; these days, he came to see Frankie almost as much as he did to see Bloo.

Greetings, Master Mac, the rabbit majordomo said. I see youre rather early today.

Hi, Mr. Herriman, I-

A blue form tackled him, from seemingly out of nowhere. Mac! Buddy! Youre early!

Mac rubbed his sore rear… Bloo clearly loved him, but was definitely way too enthusiastic… either that or hed been reading old Calvin and Hobbes strips.