Foster’s Porn Story: More Than My Friend Chapter 17

Thank you! Thank you all so much for all your support! Oh jeez, I really honestly don’t know what else to say…azuretears, cheeseisawesome, Kelt, S-A, MoldyKetchup, Kitty-gizmoforyoubrats2, lucyrocks73, SpotlessLaybug, THANK YOU! And to think, I was truthfully having some doubts when I first posted chapter 1 of “Falling Apart”…oh man, I seriously can’t thank you guys enough for all your encouragement! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Now of course, before we get any further, I just have the usual specific replies to some of your last reviews:

cheeseisawesome- Yeah, I know it does look kinda weird that Mac seems to be mysteriously injury free in the last chapter, but really during the fight it was Frankie who received the brunt of everything. Mac really didn’t get much more than that head wound when he was tossed into the tree, which I did mention extremely briefly that he now had a bandage covering that all up. I’m sorry if that wasn’t clear! Thanks for asking!

Kitty-gizmoforyoubrats2- Whoa! You really want to do some fan art for “More Than My Friend”? Oh my God, SWEET! Seriously though, that’s totally awesome! Go for it! Just tell me if you’re actually doing it and what specific scenes you want to do (no reason, I’m just super-curious to know). Oh, thank you so much!

And now, the final installment…

Disclaimer: I don’t own Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends

RUUUUUUUUUUUN! Bloo squealed as he leapt down five stairs at once and dashed off madly down the hallway.

Oh jeez, shes gaining! Shes gaining! a pajama-clad Mac cried as he trailed closely behind his best friend, little legs moving in a blur as they rounded a corner and made a mad descent down another flight of stairs.

ALL RIGHT, WHERE ARE YOU? A shrill, feminine voice rang out throughout the hallway. Mac yelped loudly in fright as he quickly picked up the pace in response.

Run for it Bloo! he yelled as he raced ahead of his panting imaginary friend.

Whats it look like Im doing? Bloo panted while pumping his little blue stubs furiously.

Cmon, lets go! his panicked creator urged hurriedly as they made a mad dash down the main stairwell into the Fosters foyer. Okay, I think we can lose her if we just-AUGH! he yelped in fright as he stepped off the last stair, coming to an instantaneous dead halt.

Just a moment later, Bloo came hurtling into the back of his petrified best friend, sending the two sprawling into a chaotic bundle on the floor. Immediately the two miscreants hugged each other tightly, trembling violently as they came face to face with their pursuer.

After unexpectedly skidding out from the dining room into the foyer, Frankie stood over the pair with a look of grim triumph on her face, reared up and poised to lunge. With a look of bitter determination, the girl spread her arms in preparation to nab her quarry.

Okay, guys, end of the road! she growled menacingly. Theres no esca-

Before she finished Frankie suddenly sprang forward in a surprise pounce with a victorious yell. However, the instant she made her move, Mac and Bloo immediately respond with a surprise maneuver of their own design. The second Frankie reached forward the two quickly undid their hold on each other and quickly split up in a brilliantly executed evasive maneuver. As Frankie made a futile nab at Mac while he darted around her, Bloo made a dazzling slide between her legs and grabbed hold tightly of the hem of the purple nightgown she was attired in, giving it one fierce tug. Frankie, who was already off-balance due to her failed attack, now lost her footing completely and with a squeal of surprise tumbled flat on her stomach with an undignified splat.

Before she could recover from her comical fall, Mac and Bloo quickly darted off in escape.

YESSSS! Bloo whooped excitedly as he gave Mac a high-five in celebration.

Yeah, alright! Mac laughed as the duo exited in a mad dash. Gritting her teeth, Frankie hurriedly scrambled to her feet and raced off in hot pursuit of the pair.

Oooooooh, youll pay for that! she cried furiously, nightgown rustling about her as the chase started up again full swing.

Much to the utter horror of the child and his imaginary friend, the girls long legs and unmatched energy reserves were quite a force to be reckoned with, and it took only a few seconds until Frankie trailed them by only a few feet.

Get back here! she snarled. If you dont stop right this instant

AAA! What do we do now? a panicky Bloo yelled.

Evasive maneuvers! Mac cried as a swipe from Frankie came within inches of his head.

Yeah! Evasi-what? he asked stupidly while still keeping up his frantic pace.

It means follow me! Mac snapped impatiently as he grabbed his imaginary friend by the arm and made a sharp ninety-degree turn into the TV room.

EYAAAAAA! Frankie screamed like an Amazonian warrior as she bounded in after them. With a few quick movements, she effectively cut off the pairs retreat through the other door after a spectacular leap over the couch, skidding to a halt in front of their only exit.

Well, well, what do we have here? Frankie asked mockingly as she slowly advanced upon the two. Bloo shook his head furiously as he pressed his back firmly against the wall in a futile effort to escape.

No, please! Frankie, dont!

Ive been waiting for this for sooooo long she only went on, smirking wickedly.

Dont do it! Please, no! Dont! Anything but that! Mac dropped to his knees and pleaded with her desperately. However, not even this pitiful display moved the young woman to show any mercy upon the two. Frankie continued to advance upon the trapped two, spreading her arms and wiggling her fingers in anticipation for what she was about to deal out.

Uh huh, yeah right! Nice try, you guys. Like thats really gonna work on me. She scoffed. At this point, Mac and Bloo had long given up pleading for mercy and instead turned back to their last resort of clinging to each other tightly. It was all over now.

Frankie shot them a twisted smile as she crouched down slightly, fully prepared to attack her helpless prey.

You two are sodead. She chuckled fiendishly with a wicked grin. With that she made her move and sprang forward, pouncing on Mac and Bloo with her triumphant cry of

TICKLE FIGHT! Frankie laughed victoriously as she playfully tackled the two to the floor. The instant she had them pinned, she immediately began to tickle them furiously. Quickly it became obvious that that only real danger the boy and imaginary friend was in was of dying of laughter.

Hahahahaha! Frankie, cuttitout! Hee hee! Quit it! Quit it! Ha ha! Mac squealed as Frankie tickled his ribs furiously.

“No way!” she chuckled in reply. “You know the rules of the game, I caught you fair and square! You’re mine now!”

Ackpth! Wohahahaha! Stoppit! Aw, cmon! Bloo laughed as he desperately tried to escape the girls relentless assault.

Foolish mortals! Frankie boomed jokingly. And you actually thought you could possibly flee from my all-tickly grip? A curse on to thee, you shall now pay for your ignorance! she cried before giving away to a fit of her own giggles, helplessly caught up in the silly moment.

Eek! Tee hee hee! Frankie, knock it off! Mac managed to squeak as she started on his stomach.

Gootchie gootchie goo! Frankie giggled, the boys protests only encouraging her to redouble her efforts. However, just as she had the two practically screaming in laughter,

MISS FRANCES, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING? an odd, obviously fake British accent thundered from the hallway.

However, rather than put an end to their roughhousing and answer respectfully, almost immediately Frankie withdrew from her tickly assault and ducked behind the couch, Mac and Bloo jumping along behind in her wake. Quickly Frankie huddled into a ball and clamped a hand tightly around her mouth in a desperate attempt to suppress her incessant giggling, looking for all the world like a naughty child hiding playfully from a stern parent. As the trio unsuccessfully tried to keep their stifled laughter to a minimum, the squeak of basketball shoes became evident as someone entered the room.

Miss Frances? Where are you? I am quite disappointed in you, young lady! the newcomer went on in his comically phony British accent. How dare you commit wanton acts of roughhousing and other such atrocities here in our fine institution? You of all people should know perfectly well about the outrageous number of house rules you have just broken, especially rule one-hundred-and-forty-three, section five, clause eight

The speaker went silent. Suddenly, before any of them knew it, a long, skinny arm suddenly snaked over the couch and lifted a squealing Frankie high into the air.

What goes around, comes around! Wilt laughed merrily as he deposited her neatly on top of the couch, before eagerly giving her exactly what she had been giving to her prisoners just a minute before.

EEEEEK! Tee-hee-hee! Stoppit! Stoppit, Wilt, knock it off! Hahaha! she laughed as she thrashed about uncontrollably.

Whats that? Wilt asked playfully, cocking his head. Whats that you say? You want more?

Nooo! Haha! I said I-

You heard Frankie, guys! Wilt chuckled as he gave Mac and Bloo a wink. Give the girl what she wants!

Hahahahaha! No guys, s-seriously! Hee hee! Cut it out! Cut it-woahahahahaha! Frankie laughed hysterically as Mac and Bloo eagerly took up the challenge and pounced on top of her, giving the helpless young woman everything they had.

Dibs on her sides! Mac sniggered as he attacked.

The feet are all mine! Bloo yelled, joining in on the three-way assault. At this point the girl was shrieking so loudly in mirth it looked like she was about to burst.

Hahaha! Cmon g-guys, knock it off, kno-heeheehee! Stoppit! Stoppit, please! Hahaha-

THUMP!

Wilt cried out in horror as Frankie accidentally rolled off the couch, taking the squealing Bloo and Mac along with her in a quick, undignified descent to the floor.

Okay, okayI think thats enough for now. she just giggled lightly as she looked up from the tangled heap.

Yes, thats enough! Thats enough! Oh jeez, thats enough! Bloo yelped, desperately trying to pull himself free while Frankie accidentally sat on him.

Hold on, buddy! Mac cried heroically as he clambered over the girl in a slapdash rescue attempt.

Oh, no you dont! Cmon, time for little boys and their imaginary friends to go to bed! Frankie chuckled in a singsong manner as she nabbed Mac and yanked Bloo none-too-gently out from under her. With one kicking and squeaking little figure tucked securely under each arm, she clambered to her feet and began to make her way to the foyer.

Hey, no fair! Leggo! Leggo! Bloo yelled as he thrashed about with his little arms.

Cmon Frankie, Were not babies! Mac tried to yell in mock indignation while still desperately trying to hold back some stray laughter. Frankie only plastered a ridiculously goofy smile on her face as she affectionately nuzzled each one of them.

Of course youre not babies, youre just my special little guys! she cooed in a sickeningly cutesy voice. Besides, when Mommy says bedtime is ten oclock-

Big sister. Mac corrected her with a groan.

Or legal guardian. Wilt quickly added with a grin. Frankie rolled her eyes.

Whatever. All I know is that when I say that bedtime is ten, then its ten, no exceptions! she declared resolutely.

No exceptions at all? Wilt chuckled. Frankie shot him a quizzical look as she continued to carry Mac and Bloo along in her tenaciously loving hold.

Wellyeah, I guess

Well then, if little boys need to be carried of to bed at ten, then why not little girls as well? the lanky imaginary friend laughed with a fiendish grin before diving into action.

ACK! Wait, wait no, no, no-EEEEEEEEEK! Frankie squealed as he easily scooped her up in his good arm along with the still-giggling duo she carried along herself. As the broadly smiling Wilt cradled the young woman like a baby, Frankie kicked her legs furiously and yelled indignantly,

Twenty-two years old! Im Twenty-two years old! What part of that dont you understand? Twenty-two, not three! she cried, her face glowing with a vibrant shad of scarlet in her intense embarrassment. Wilt only plastered an even bigger grin on his face and replied,

Of course youre not, youre just my special little gal! he cooed in a high-pitched imitation of the girls own voice. Frankie groaned as she continued to squirm in his grip, while at the same time clamping down her own clutch on the incessantly wiggling Mac and Bloo.

Okay, okay, I get it! I get it! she yelled, trying to unsuccessfully stifle a giggle. Cmon Wilt, I just want you to put me down-

Down? You mean like this? Wilt laughed before she could even finish her sentence, flipping Frankie upside-down in his arm with one fluid movement. All three in his hold squealed in unison as they all found themselves dangling inches off the floor, Mac and Bloo suddenly clutching on to Frankie for dear life while the girl shrieked in protest.

AUGH! Not like that! Not like that! she cried, suspended helplessly like a fish on a line. Wilt, put us back up! Put us back up!

Wilt only laughed harder as he began to playfully swing her from side to side instead like a giant human pendulum.

Whats that, Frankie? Back and forth? Well, if you insist

NO! Stoppit! Frankie cried, desperately trying to hold back her own laughter. Cut it out! You know I dont like this!

Wheeeeee! Bloo cheered happily. This is better than the amusement park! Faster! Faster!

No! No! Mac shouted before he shut his eyes tightly and buried his face into Frankies shoulder. Ohhhh, I think Im gonna be sick!

Pal, no! Frankie squeaked as her face contorted with horror. I just mopped the floors this afternoon! I just-

A-hem! the gruff sound of someone clearing his throat suddenly cut through the chaos. Upon instant recognition of the voice, all four miscreants went silent, as Wilt gently turned around to face a stern-looking Mr. Herriman. Clad in his sleeping gown and nightcap, the old rabbit tapped his foot impatiently.

Miss Frances, Master Wilt, Master Mac, Master Blooragard. He acknowledged stiffly.

UhMr. H, weum…er Frankie stammered nervously as she dangled upside-down, anticipating a lecture for roughhousing coming on.

This isnt what it looks like! All the blood was rushing to our feet, see, and we- Bloo tried to throw out a slipshod excuse.

Bloo, shut up! Mac snapped. Mr. Herriman, we were justuh

Im sorry! Im sorry! Im sorry! Wilt apologized profusely. However, after about a minute of stammered babbling, hasty defenses, and a plethora of apologies, they all finally realized in almost exact unison that Mr. Herriman hadnt begin scolding or so much given them an angry glare. Quite the contrary, he waslaughing.

Goodness! Mr. Herriman chuckled, shaking with mirth. Cant I simply bid you all a mere good-night before you all go to pieces the instant I open my mouth? Honestly! he laughed.

Ohoh! Um, right, ha ha! Frankie giggled nervously. Er, good night, Mr. H!

Gnight!

See you in the morning!

Sweet dreams!

Thank you. Now then, dont you have some unfinished business that requires you immediate attention, Master Wilt? he asked politely with a bit of a playful grin.

Oh, right! Wilt shook his head furiously with a large smile. Sure do! Off we goooooo! he whooped as he slung Frankie over his shoulder and bounded off into the foyer and up the stairs.

EEK! Too fast! Youre going too fast! Frankie squealed as she bounced up and down, desperately trying not to drop the child or imaginary blob in her arms.

Dont let go! Mac pleaded through a fit of giggles as he clung to her arm tightly.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Bloo hooted, enjoying the free ride for all it was worth.

Mr. Herriman remained where he stood for a few moments, still laughing merrily at the absolutely ridiculous sight.

Such a peculiar familyha! Goodness, never in all my years. He chuckled as he hopped off to his personal quarters.

Gnight, Frankie! Sweet dreams! Wilt chuckled.

See ya tomorrow morning! Bloo yawned.

Frankie smiled briefly at the two as they left to fetch themselves a good night’s sleep, before turning her head to peer into the room behind her.

All set? she asked.

All set! Mac chirped in reply as he clambered into his bed. With a tired grin, Frankie strode over and began to tuck the little boy in snuggly.

Teeth brushed? she asked as they cruised through their nighttime routine.

Yep!

Did you remember to floss?

Uh-huh!

Face washed?

Give me a good-night kiss and find out for yourself. Mac snickered. Frankie rolled her eyes and then wagged a finger at him.

You try and pull off that and you can start getting your good-night kisses from Duchess, Mr. Wise Guy. She giggled as she fluffed up his pillow. The boy grimaced and stuck out his tongue.

Ewww! Gross, Frankie! he protested.

Hey, you started it, you little goof. Frankie chuckled as she gently sat herself on the side of the bed. Smiling tenderly at the dozy little boy, she began to stroke his head affectionately. As Mac yawned loudly, Frankie took that as her cue to break out into a soothing lullaby.

“Hush, little baby, don’t say a word

Your big sister’s gonna buy you a mockin’ bird

If that mockin’bird don’t sing

Your big sister’s gonna buy you a diamond ring

If that diamond ring turns brass,

Your big sister’s gonna buy you a looking glass”

The notes rang out clearly and softly from her throat. Completely entranced by her melodious singing, Mac listened contently as the slightly revised lullaby quickly lulled him into a peaceful slumber.

“If that looking glass gets broke

Your big sister’s gonna buy you a billy goat

If that billy goat don’t pull,

Your big sister’s gonna buy you a cart and mule

If that cart and mule turn over..”

She trailed off as soon as she noticed that Macs eyelids had fully shut, and all that could be heard from him was the sound of soft, rhythmic breathing as he fell fast asleep. Still softly humming the gentle tune, Frankie leaned in and planted a tender kiss on the boys forehead.

Goodnight, Mac.

With that, she carefully eased herself off the bed, tip-toeing silently across the floor so as not to wake up her little brother. Before she exited the room completely, Frankie took one glance back to gaze affectionately at the slumbering child.

Love you, pal. She said softly with a warm smile as she flicked off the lights. The young woman then quietly closed the door behind her and with a yawn she exited into her own bedroom across the hallway, ready for a good nights rest.

H-hi Frankie Someone whispered timidly. The weary girl groaned as she turned over in her bed, half-opening her bleary eyes. In the dark, it was difficult to make out the speaker by sight alone, but even in her half-asleep state she was able to tell who it was by voice alone.

Pal? she moaned concernedly, opening her eyes a little more. Whats wrong? Did you have a nightmare?

No, not really. Mac confessed with a bit of a blush. Frankie grumbled in annoyance as she shut her eyes again.

Mac, its really late, if you dont-

It was me. Another voice sounded meekly in the dark from the other side of her bed. Frankies eyes snapped open as recognition quickly dawned upon her.

Bloo? she asked curiously, rolling over to come face to face with the small blue imaginary friend. What in the world?

Bloo had the nightmare. Mac began to explain. He got really freaked-out about it, so he went into my room, and I told him he could sleep with me. Thing was though, he kinda kept talking about his nightmare, and-

I-II dreamed there was a cannibal ghost in my closet. Bloo whimpered.

Huh? she mumbled incredulously as she cocked an eyebrow.

Yeah. Mac nodded. So then he started asking me if there was a cannibal ghost in my closet. I tried to tell him to knock it off, I really did! But Bloo wouldnt stop, and he just kept on asking me, and talking about ghosts, and then III dunno, I guess I got a littlewell

The thoroughly embarrassed child trailed off. Frankie tried to give him a stern glare for waking her, but she quickly found that she could do little else but smile weakly at the spooked little boy. Without further delay, she casually tossed her sheets aside and made a patting motion, gesturing for them to get in with her.

Cmon guys, were not getting back to sleep any faster. She murmured. At this the two wordlessly climbed onto the girls bed and curled up next to her on either side.

Goodnight, Frankie. Mac whispered as he nestled in the crook of her neck. Frankie grinned as she took each one under her arms and hugged them closely to herself.

Shhhh, go to sleep, guys. Got-to

Frankie felt so exhausted, she couldnt even finish her last sentence. With a contented sigh, her eyes droop shut as she slowly slipped back into dreamland. Quickly following his big sisters example, Mac too shut his eyelids as he snuggled happily into her warm, protective embrace. Perfectly at peace, both the siblings settled down for a peaceful nights rest. Most unfortunately for them however,

What if theres a cannibal ghost living in Frankies closet? he whispered nervously like a frightened child.

At this, Frankies eyes immediately bulged open. She lifted up her head, looked over at her partially closed closet door, and despite her best efforts, found herself unable to dismiss the unusual possibility.

“…Frankie?” Mac whined as he felt her tighten her hold on him with a hoarse whimper.

Whats going- he tried to inquire sleepily.

You dont wanna know. Frankie groaned as she wrapped one arm around him tightly, clinging to him like he was a giant teddy bear.

Wait, but

Trust us, you really dont wanna know. Mac murmured wearily as he nestled up to Frankie.

But I just want to Wilt drowsily protested.

I thought that there was a-OW!

Bloo yelped as Frankie reached over Wilt to give the small blue friend a swift light punch to the shoulder.

Go to sleep! Now. she snarled irritably.

Ill be good. Bloo whimpered.

Good. Frankie grunted in reply. Goodnight, Mac. Goodnight, Wilt. Goodnight, Bloo.

Goodnight, Frankie. Goodnight, Bloo. Goodnight, Mac. Wilt mumbled.

Goodnight Bloo. Goodnight, Frankie. Goodnight Wilt. Mac yawned as he closed his eyes.

See ya in the mornin, guys. Frankie mumbled. With that she let her eyelids drooped shut, all set to finally get back to sleep. Unfortunately for her, and her bunkmates

B-but…but what if he’s not in the closet anymore? What if the cannibal ghost is in my bed? Bloo whispered, quivering in fright.

Wilts eyes snapped open as he glanced upwards at the bunk directly above them.

Frankie? he gasped nervously. After staring at the bottom of the bunk along with her imaginary friend for a few moments, Frankie shivered slightly and tightened her hold on Wilt and Mac.

Okay, cmon guys. She groaned. I guess we better get going. Im just not sure if Grandmas gonna like sharing her bed, though.

The End

As for me, personally…I really don’t know what the future’s gonna bring. One thing for sure though, I’m probably gonna make a definite shift away from the angst genre and more to wacky, humorous stories (along the lines of my short story, “Can You Spell Awkward?”) No big deal, I just don’t think I’d be able to top what I was able to accomplish in “More Than My Friend,” and

“Falling Apart”, which to me are basically as intense and dramatic as I can get.

Besides, by the look of the classes I’m taking this year (Chemistry and Pre-Calculus, oh God have mercy on my soul) I’m gonna have a lot less free time on my hands by the look of things, so really when it comes down to it, at best all I’d be able to come up with are a bunch of one-shot fics. However, when I get to those, they’re all gonna take place after the events of “More Than My Friend” and “Falling Apart”, meaning for all of them Mac’s gonna be living at Foster’s with Frankie acting as his big sister/guardian/motherly figure. I’m not sure when I’m going to ge to those, but I already have a couple ideas I’m messing around with right now that I’m actually pretty excited about.

So that’s pretty much all I’ve got to say for now. Once more, thank you all so much for all your support and encouragement! It really made a huge difference! Thank you so much guys! Hopefully I’ll have more fics to come! See ya later!

-Dude13