Foster’s Porn Story: More Than My Friend – Chapter 16

First off, I just want to apologize to a bunch of you guys out there. Sorry, I should’ve added a quick note at the end of that last chapter saying that the story wasn’t done yet, or that there was still more story left to go. A lot of you were under the impression that that was the end of the story, with Mac and Frankie dying or something. My bad! I should’ve cleared that up! C’mon, I’m not gonna have them go through all of that and then kill them off, am I?

Second, I just want to give an all-around general big round of thanks to S-A, SpotlessLadybug, Patrick, and LordShel85. Thank you so much for your reviews, guys!

Also, in specific response to a couple…

lucyrocks73- (as Wilt would put it) I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Oh jeez, my bad completely! Thank you for putting it so gently! And thank you very much for your nice review, too!

cheeseisawesome- Yes, Bloo and Wilt do have what seems like a very odd absence, but when I wrote that chapter, I basically wrote it with the idea that neither one was simply able to make it to help Frankie and time (besides, someone’s gotta take them to the hospital.) Thank you so much for reviewing! Oh yeah, you are right about that tears/tours mix-up :)

azuretears- Sorry if my response left kind of a weird impression, I just like to be thorough when I respond to reviews. Don’t feel bad or anything, like I said I’m glad to take any advice or criticism, and I’m just glad that you’re taking the time to carefully read and review (God knows how much those first reviews you gave helped me when during my first story.) Thank you so much for all your help and support!

Okay, now here we go again!

Please read and review!

Miss Francesssss the voice just repeated, and the girl moaned as she slowly came to.

Whats…what’s going on? She thought, as her senses swam. Where am I?

As soon as her eyes flittered open a bit, a brilliant blinding white light immediately assailed her vision., forcing Frankie to involuntary gasp in shock.

White lightmysterious voiceIm inno, no it just cant be

Miss Francessss the strange voice only continued to call for her.

As the white light continued to grow brighter, Frankie suddenly felt very strangely at peace with herself. With a gentle sigh, she spread out her arms in preparation to meet her Maker.

Yesyes, it has to be. Yes Lord, Im comingIm comingIm

Wait.

Something was wrong.

How come her left arm was failing to respond?

Why did heaven have that funky, overly sanitized smell?

And since when did God speak with a formal British accent?

Frankies eyes snapped open to allow her to come face to face with an all-too-familiar whiskered visage that was definitely not the Almighty.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! she immediately let loose with a horrified shriek.

Oh my word! Mr. Herriman cried in shock as he hastily hopped back a few paces.

Sitting up straight in her hospital bed, Frankie gripped her chest tightly and gasped as if she had almost suffered a small heart attack. When she had assured herself that no cardiac failure had occurred, she quickly shot the rabbit a nasty glare.

DONT DO THAT! she yelled furiously.

Rather than be intimidated by her outraged screams however, Mr. Herriman simply brushed her protests aside in his usual businesslike manner as he hopped back to her side and gently pushed her back onto the bed.

Please, Miss Frances, try and show some self-restraint! You are hardly one for such stressful behavior. Your overall medical condition is fragile enough as it is, I must implore you to please calm yourself.

Despite her great displeasure at being reprimanded only a minute after awakening, Frankie nevertheless allowed herself to lie back down, though only for the briefest of moments before she suddenly remembered why she was in such a pitiful physical state to begin with.

Mac! she yelped, shooting upright again. Is Mac-

What did I just tell you? Mr. Herriman swiftly reprimanded as once again he delicately forced her back down, though he did take care to answer, Theres absolutely nothing to worry about, the child is just fine. Believe me, if theres anyone who deserved to be fretted over, it should be you.

Upon hearing the good news, she heaved a gasp of relief as she settled down, before inquiring curiously, Howh-how long have I been out for?

A little less than a full day, Miss Frances. And what an almost twenty-four hours it has been! That was certainly quite the scare you gave us! Never in my life have I seen such gravely atrocious injuries! he exclaimed as he quickly launched into one of his infamous lectures. Just when I thought we had been visited enough by the police department, you can hardly imagine my dismay when an officer of the law again appeared at our door last night. If that wasnt unpleasant enough, then you cannot imagine the horror I felt once I saw that he held your own very torn and battered sweater, and quite a bloody piece of clothing, might I add! I personally disposed of the offending garment this morning, but thats beside the point! You should have seen the look on your poor grandmother when she learned the awful news of your little adventure! My goodness, I thought she was about to faint right there in the foyer! The news he gave us was so horrifically outrageous that I myself actually thought the man was playing some cruel joke at first! You of all people should know how dangerous and outright foolhardy it is to actually try and take on a vicious beast armed with nothing but your bare hands! I know you had nothing but a childs welfare in mind, but your recklessness was absolutely

Considering that she had just regained consciousness, needless to say she wasnt exactly pleased that he was already scolding her like she was a naughty toddler. As he droned on, Frankie shook her head exhaustedly and she expertly tuned him out as she began to take stock of her present condition.

Considering the nightmarish state that she had been in the night before, it was clear that the doctors certainly did a wonder in patching her up; her broken left arm now lay firmly set in place by a heavy cast and sling. Using her free right arm to reach down under her sheets, she felt a heavy bandage covering the atrocious claw wounds that she had received the night before. Besides this, a myriad of other smaller bandages and dressings decorated her body and covered the various cuts and other superficial wounds she had received in her battle, and to top it all off one of her eyes was so swollen she could barely open it halfway. Her body ached all over, she felt too exhausted already to even sit up in bed again, and by from what she could see, Frankie guessed that she probably resembled a half-done Egyptian mummy.

But at least Im alive to see I look like total hell, arent I? She realized, and smirked weakly to herself as Mr. Herriman continued to ramble on.

And Im sorry, but I simply cant overstate this enough; you are not to engage in such utterly rash behavior ever again! he barked sternly. Do I make myself clear, Miss Frances?

Once she realized he was finished, Frankie immediately began to nod her head furiously, as if she had obediently hung on to his every word.

Uh, yeah! Got it! Crystal clear, Mr. H! she babbled.

I should say so! Mr. Herriman huffed as he folded his arms across his chest with a stern nod.

Of course, you know certainly the punishment that shall be dealt for this.

Oh yeah! Gotcha! No probl-WHAT? Frankie shrieked indignantly, snapping out of her default agreement mode. With an angry growl she immediately shot back up into a sitting position and let loose a furious barrage of unbridled rage.

Punishment? What do you mean punishment? Hey, Fuzz-Butt, in case you didnt notice, I almost died last night! I fought a freakin extreme-o-saur, and the damn thing almost killed me in the process! Now, if you think Im gonna just lay back here while you she jabbered ferociously as her face reddened.

YesI think a few weeks of paid maternity leave should do just nicely. Mr. Herriman declared with a chuckle, as his austere glare quickly softened into a warm smile

Then youve got another thing coming, buster! I Frankie trailed off as her jaw dropped in dumb shock. With her mouth hanging agape, she stared mutely at him for a few seconds before finally finding her voice again. Wait, what the

You heard me well enough. The rabbit continued to chortle merrily with a sly wink.

Frankie cocked her head bewilderedly and gawked at him like he had two heads. True, she did hear his last few words quite clearly, and had comprehended paid and leave almost instantaneously. But that one word that came in between them? That just didnt seem right at all.

Whoa! Hold on, hold onmaternity? she repeated in disbelief. Look mister, last time I checked I was pretty sure I wasnt pregnant or anything, so if youre just-

Well, Im not exactly sure if maternity is the proper term to use in our specific situation, but Ill allow you to decide fully on your own designation later. In the meantime, I hope this will make things clear. Mr. Herriman cut in as he gently pressed a piece of paper into her hand with a peculiarly smug smile. Frankie eyed him warily before looking at the form.

Okay, look, if this thing doesnt say April Fools or something like that, then ImII-Im gonnaII-Ioh…oh my God

Frankie rapidly trailed off as she stared dumbly at the official document she held in her hand. For a few seconds she examined it intently, softly mouthing the finely printed words over to herself as if to make sure what she read was in fact real. Finally, with eyes bulging to the size of saucers in her astonishment, she gave an anxious glance in the direction of the still-grinning Mr. Herriman.

N-no joke? Is this- she whispered incredulously.

First Master Wilts adoption form, now this? Must you really question me every time I hand you a legal document?” he couldnt help but cease upon the chance to joke. “I give you my word, Miss Frances, that this is indeed no cruel prank. As you can plainly see, I was quite busy attending to some rather important business this morning while you were temporarily incapacitated. However, as you can well imagine it did take me a considerable amount of time to clear up some misunderstandings with the Mother Superior at St. Josephs, whom I must say was still quite shaken after last night’s um”incident”, if you will. However, once we were able to take care of all that, the sisters were quite helpful in…”

I getI-I reallyoh my Godits officialI the stunned girl struggled to force the words out as her hands started to tremble involuntarily.

Please Miss Frances, please calm yourself! Dont forget your condition! Mr. Herriman reminded quickly as he patted her shoulder. True, I did manage to get most of the proper paperwork in order. But as you can plainly see for yourself, as with our own adoption forms back at the house, this particular form still requires your own personal signature. That is, if you still wish to become the legal guardian of Master-

Mac? Frankie inquired softly as soon as she spotted the child in question along with a familiar azure blob peeking cautiously into the room out of the corner of her eye. As soon as she craned her head in their direction, Mac, unsure if he had rudely interrupted anything, hesitated dumbly in the doorway, while Bloo tried to slink out of sight with a guilty frown.

However, this was exactly what the young woman had been waiting for. The very second she caught a glimpse of the child, she was almost immediately overwhelmed with unfathomable glee. Frankie rudely shoved the adoption paper back into Mr. Herrimans hands and reached out with her sole functioning arm.

Mac! MAC! she began to squeal ecstatically, and once he understood she was all right, Mac broke out smiling from ear to ear as he yelped elatedly in reply,

FRANKIE!

Immediately the boy bounded in, with an immensely relieved-looking Bloo following close on his heels. The two had barely crossed through the threshold however when a familiar towering imaginary friend glanced in, no doubt attracted by the commotion.

Huh? Wilt grunted as he peered in curiously. Guys, whats going on-

The instant he realized a certain lanky redhead was finally awake, without further ado he temporarily transformed into a crimson blur as he instinctively rushed over to her bedside.

Wilt! Frankie yelled gleefully, giggling like an overexcited five-year-old on Christmas.

Now laughing uncontrollably with relief, Wilt swept up Bloo and Mac up in his long, skinny arm and neatly deposited them onto the girls bed, where once they made contact upon the mattress, they immediately rushed forward into her outstretched arm. Meanwhile, Wilt snaked his arm around her in preparation for a warm embrace. Frankie squealed and began motioning ecstatically for everyone to get close for what she expected to be a heartwarming group hug.

It was a decision that she immediately regretted.

AAAUUUUUUGGGGHHH! The young woman shrieked in pain the instant the trio came in contact with her. Immediately her tender, aching body shuddered violently in protest as fresh waves of agony ripped through her.

OUCH! I TAKE IT BACK! I TAKE IT BACK! OW! OOO! GET OFF! GET OFF! OW! OW! she screamed in protest, her wails deafening those present in the room and reverberating out into the hallways for half the hospital to hear.

For the next few seconds, it was mass chaos. Immediately, Mac swan-dived off the bed to the floor, Mr. Herriman and Wilt both backed away in fright, and Bloo flat-out panicked and hurriedly scrambled under the bed with a terrified squeak.

Once her involuntary yelling quickly subsided, Frankie gasped for air as she struggled to catch her breath again. While she recovered from her outburst, Mac peered warily over the edge of her bed, catching her eye.

Too much? he asked cautiously.

Too soon. Frankie wheezed in reply as she clutched at her chest, learning rather painfully that such eruptions were not the thing to do when one is still recuperating from near-fatal injuries.

Youy-you gonna be okay? Mac inquired softly, his trembling voice thick with worry.

It was then Frankie noticed that besides the neat square bandage adorning his forehead, the childs face was quite haggard, with dark bags sagging heavily under his eyes. From the looks of it, it was clear that he probably hadnt slept in a day, for all too obvious reasons. She managed a gentle smile as she patted the boy affectionately on the head.

Dont worry about it. She assured him with a weak chuckle. Cmere, how about we try that again and see if we can get it right this time-

Dont strain yourself! Dont strain yourself! Wilt fussed like a mother hen. Quickly he reached across the bed with a lanky arm, smartly nabbed Mac himself, and deposited the child into Frankies hold as delicately as possible. The girl winced as Mac warily came in contact with her tender body.

Aah! Easy, easy does itouch! Ooo! Waitwaitokay, were good. She said wearily as she wrapped her arm around him in a warm hug.

Immediately the boy snuggled contentedly into her embrace, throwing his arms around tightly her and nestling his head inside the crook of the girls neck. Frankie couldnt care less that he was rubbing up against her wounds; she couldnt even feel the dull ache, only the euphoria that instantly possessed her. While she burst out beaming brightly, the child inquired almost incredulously as he hugged her,

Frankie? M-Mr. Herriman said that you actually want toy-youre gonna be mythat you want t-toa-andI-Im gonna Mac murmured incredulously, but couldnt help but fumble helplessly over his words in excitement as his eyes began to tear up rapidly in happiness.

Meanwhile, he could actually feel her entire body tremble with indescribable elation. For a few moments, she just wordlessly smiled from ear to ear while basking in the warmth and joy of the moment. It almost seemed too good to be true; she was almost expecting any second now for someone to tell her that the hoax was over. However, despite her astonishment her senses did not deceive her, and the young woman was so ecstatic she could barely speak.

Welcome home, pal. Frankie finally managed to whisper, and nuzzled him affectionately as the hot tears began to trickle freely down her cheeks. For the next few moments, the two simply embraced tightly in wordless bliss, as if neither one never wanted to let go of the other ever again.

Seconds later though, an over-excited Bloo eagerly joined in on the heartwarming reunion by clambering up onto the bed with them. Frankie tried to unsuccessfully hug the little imaginary friend too, but with only one properly working arm she was forced to make do with a clumsy pat on the head and another gentle nuzzle for the little creature, who happily accepted it with a toothy smile. Meanwhile Wilt pulled up a chair so he could seat himself comfortably with his kid in protective reach.

Ha! he couldnt help but observe with a grin. Never thought Id see someone to be so happy to be a legal guardi-uh, waitno, youre asorry, Iuh

The lanky imaginary friend scratched his head as he tried to figure out her proper designation. Frankie grinned amusedly at the sight, merely happy to have an opportunity to be able to laugh for once after all that she had endured.

Wilt, its all right, she giggled weakly as she wiped at her tearstained cheeks, You really dont need to-

No, no, its okay want to make sure I have this down now. I dont want to mess it up, or The irrepressible creature stammered. Wait youre still his big sister, right? Wait, nothat was before youand now youre auh

No man, you were waaaay off. Bloo cut in, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone. That would definitely make her Macs new mom- he suddenly interrupted in mid-correction, suddenly unsure of his assumption. No, hold on a secFrankie’s gonna be…er…wait, shes twenty-two, so

Myuhmy older siswait, my mothum Mac murmured wearily as his eyelids started to sag heavily.

Screw it, you guys. Frankie couldnt help but laugh at their befuddlement. We can work that one out later.

Wilt finally let it go with a chuckle as he tousled her hair affectionately, causing her already enormous grin to widen a little. Bloo silently nodded in agreement, yawned loudly, then curled up happily against his best friend. Meanwhile, Mac, finally back where he belonged, was nothing but smiles as he tried to simultaneously hug his creation close with one arm and snuggle even closer to Frankie.

Deciding that this heartwarming scene was hardly the time to ask for something as trivial as a signature, Mr. Herriman wordlessly turned around and hopped out of the room as quietly as possible with a small smile adorning his face, despite his best efforts to hide it.

Aw, would you just look at em, Bunny. Madame Foster gushed as she peered in from the hallway.

Indeed, Madame. Mr. Herriman nodded politely as he took his place by her side. It seems I will have to wait until tomorrow until Master Macs forms can be properly completed.

Ooooh, unfinished paperwork! We all know how much you love that. She teased playfully. Her imaginary friend rolled his eyes.

Oh Madame, please! Do have some faith in my patience!” he groaned wearily. “Ershouldnt you go and talk to

The little old woman just smiled warmly as she watched the three huddle contently around the patient in her hospital bed as exhaustion from the last twenty-four hours finally got the best of them. Slowly, one-by-one, the weary visitors slowly closed their eyelids in succession until only her granddaughter was left somewhat awake, fatigued from a blend of the excitement and her overall weak condition.

Nah. She chuckled as she gently shut the door. She needs her rest. They all do, actually; Lord knows how long the others were fretting themselves exhausted. Besides, I think shes already had enough for one day, dont you think?

If you declare so. Mr. Herriman replied. Madame Foster laughed at her stuck-up, overly proper imaginary friend and gently took him by the hand.

Cmon, Funny Bunny. She chuckled as they made their way down the hospital corridor. I think we have a spare room at home near Frankies that needs some fixing up…

As her own eyelids drooped more and more, Frankie settled back wearily into her pillows as she took careful review of her current situation.

She was a twenty-two-year-old young woman working as an imaginary friend caretaker at her grandmothers.

She had neither a boyfriend, nor so much as a car of her own for that matter.

She now officially had an imaginary friend of her own, probably the oldest person around that she knew of besides her grandmother to possess such a thing.

She was now the legal guardian of an eight-year-old kid, thus also putting her in charge of his imaginary friend as well.

She was barely out of college, and already she formed the cornerstone of quite possibly the most unorthodox family unit in existence.

As Mac snuggled nearer to her in his sleep, Frankie elicited another blissful sigh as she hugged him closer. Just before her sagging eyelids finally drooped shut, one final thought flittered through her mind before she drifted off into a well-deserved slumber.

And I couldnt be happier.