Foster’s Porn Story: More Than My Friend Chapter 10

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Also, good news! (Or at least what I think is good
news). I just finished the rough draft of this story two days ago! Woohoo!
Sure, I’m gonna be editing it for a while, but at least it’s finished! Hooray!

Bad news also though; as of this point, according to
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claptrap. Blech!

Anyway, thanks for everything, guys! Now, without
further ado, let’s get this show on the road!

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

What do you mean no? Why? Just why the hell not? Frankie
yelled right back as she angrily paced back in forth in front of his desk.

It had been at least an hour since they returned from the
police station and the heartbreaking fiasco that had occurred there. Once Mac
was taken away and Frankie and Bloo had been finally subdued, Mr. Herriman had
to use all his skills of argument and rhetoric to convince a furious chief of
police not to arrest the duo or press any charges against them. After a good
half-hour of expert but frantic persuading by the imaginary rabbit, the chief
finally agreed to let both of them off the hook with just a warning, while
attributing the disruption they caused due to a temporary bout of
hysteria-induced insanity, as Mr. Herriman so nicely put it.

Of course, however, after narrowly dodging that bullet,
once they got home Mr. Herriman gave the pair of miscreants a stern lecture on
the importance of obeying the law, doing as ones told, etc. After a good
telling-off, an absolutely heartbroken Bloo had immediately trodden off to some
corner of the house to sulk and bemoan the fate of his creator and best friend.

Frankie, however, wasnt quite finished. Once the harsh
rebuking was over, she immediately suggested a proposition to the rabbit
about a possible course of action they could take due to the recent course of
events. Mr. Herriman, however, had immediately struck down Frankies
“suggestion,” a decision that had led directly to the scream session
that they had been having for about the last fifteen minutes.

Miss

Frances,
please! I know you greatly wish to do so, but just because you want to do so doesnt mean-

Dont say it! Frankie growled, pointing a finger at him.
Dont you dare say it doesnt mean its for the best. Dont say it because
its not true! I can do it! Were the
only ones he has left, and you as well as anyone else know it! I –

Miss. Frances, you will not be adopting Master Mac, and thats final! Mr. Herriman bellowed and slammed his tightly clenched
fists hard upon his desk. Despite the ferocity of his blunt refusal however,
Frankie simply refused to take no for
an answer.

But why not? she demand with a hiss. You keeping
telling me no, no, no, like some goddamn broken record, but you wont give me
one damn reason why youre so right and Im so wrong!

Mr. Herriman sighed heavily as he sat back in his chair.
Please, Miss

Frances.
Believe me, I miss the boy as much as you do. But you unfortunately are just a
twenty-two-year-old girl, barely out of college, with a full-time occupation
and not so much as a suitor! How do you expect to prove to be a suitable
guardian for an eight-year-old child when-“

Thats it? THATS IT? ARRRGGH!
Frankie yelled in her
skyrocketing frustration. What the
hell? Just because I have a job and I dont have a boyfriend means I cant do
jack shit?

Miss

Frances,
watch your language! Mr. Herriman reprimanded her sharply. “I just-“

No, not until you listen up!” Frankie growled,
shaking her head furiously. “In case you havent heard, were not living
in the twenties anymore! I dont need a boyfriend right now! Im getting along
just fine on my own without a man! And what the hell do you mean about my job?
Listen pal, if Mac gets in trouble while hes at home while Im still busy at
work, I think wed be able to manage because wed both be in the same damn house! she involuntarily
screamed.

Miss

Frances-
Mr. Herriman tried to object.

This place would be perfect for Mac! Frankie continued.
We can easily spare a room near mine, Id have absolutely no trouble putting
food on the table for him everyday because I already do it daily for a hundred
imaginary friends, hed have Bloo and plenty of other playmates, Im here almost
ALL the time, and I have a steady
income to boot!

Before the rabbit could reply, Frankie jabbed her finger
at him angrily. And dammit, dont you say this all depends on my job here!
What are you going to do about it? Fire me? Well news flash Peter Cottontail,
you cant! This is my home too! Ive lived here for nineteen years and my
grandmother is your creator! Youre
not going to kick me out just to prove your point! she yelled, quivering with
barely-restrained rage at this point.

Mr. Herriman groaned exasperatedly before countering.
Miss

Frances,
I never said a word about terminating you employment here! Please, theres no
need to jump to such ridiculous assumptions! Now you may have argued your point
well, but you must remember, I’m not
the one who made the final decision about what was to become of Master Mac. The
local officials very specifically dictated to us that they thought it would be
best if we gave up the child to the care of an orphanage, until he is adopted
by a proper family. And, if we wish to fulfill our simple obligations as
law-abiding citizens-

Hold on! A proper
family?” Frankie yelled in disbelief. “He doesnt need to by adopted by some other family!
Bloos his family! Im his family!
Grandma, Wilt, Ed,
Coco, only God knows how much
everyone here cares for Mac! He doesnt need a new family, he already has one right here!

“Maybe, Miss Frances, but the local officials have
made it extremely clear what they think is best for Master Mac! To repeat
myself, I-“

“Yeah, but-“

“Believe me, young lady,” Mr. Herriman said
sternly, wagging a finger at her. “If they had it entirely their way, you would be locked up like a
common criminal at this very moment! For goodness sake, I had to promise the
chief of police that I wouldn’t tell you where Master Mac was taken so none of
us would have to suffer through the same spectacle we just witnessed a few
hours ago! Miss

Frances,
do you have any idea how close you were to-“

“I don’t care! I don’t care!” Frankie protested
fiercely. “I can prove my case, I’ll show them that I’m just fine for
Mac!”

“Miss Frances, the law has specifically told us what
it thought the best course of action was for the child! Why-“

“Screw what they say!” Frankie screamed in
protest and angrily stomped her foot.

Miss

Frances
Im sorry, but my answer is still no!
Mr. Herriman yelled. I wont-

Yeah, but-

He cant-

Yes he can-

Its wouldnt be-

Yes it would!

“Social Services specifically told us that-“

“I don’t care! I’ll-“

The girl’s infuriating stubbornness finally proved too
much to bear, and finally wore his patience to shreds. Fully at the end of his
wits, the severely aggravated Mr. Herriman banged his fists upon the desk
again, and without even looking at her, he bellowed,

Miss

Frances,
this is a house for imaginary friends! We dont just let in every child that is
orphaned by a car accident!

Much to his genuine surprise, Frankie failed to respond
with a fierce comeback, or any reply at all for that matter. Only when he heard
her sniffle did he look up again. The young woman just stood there in front of
his desk, with arms hanging limply by her sides, mouth agape and eyes widened
in shock and utter disbelief at what she had just heard.

Y-you didntyou did not
just say she struggled to force the words out as her eyes welled up with
tears. It took only a moment for the mortified Mr. Herriman to realize his
enormous tactical blunder.

Oh dear, oh dear! Miss

Frances, I’m so sorry!” he
apologized, quickly softening his tone. “You know I didnt mean-

Fuck you.

Mr. Herriman gasped in shock at the harsh reply.

Excuse me? he
inquired with an angry growl.

You heard me! Frankie snapped. Is that it? Is that the
way we do things now? Frankie suddenly reached up and pulled back her long red
hair that always dangled untidily up front. Jabbing angrily with her finger,
she pointed to the long, thin scar located just under where her hairline began.

Do I have to
leave now because of this? Huh? Do
you want me to just quit and get out of here because of what happened when I
was three? Is that it? Is that the
way we do things here? WELL?

Miss

Frances,
I didn’t-

Fuck you! Frankie sobbed hoarsely. Fuck you and all
your fucking rules!

With this final defiant cry she turned around and raced
out of the room. Mr. Herriman slumped in his chair with a frustrated groan.
Grumbling something incomprehensible under his breath, he reached under his
desk to pull out a small glass and a large bottle of carrot juice. Maybe a
drink would help settle his nerves.

Now, as he stood outside the ornate office doors, Wilt was
completely stunned by what he had just heard. Did Frankie really blatantly
curse her employer right to his face? And Mr. Herriman! Did he really say what he thought he heard him
say? Even though he knew very well that Frankie-

Before the gangly imaginary friend could get a thought
further, the doors suddenly burst open and Frankie came rushing out. Event
though she was covering her face, it was almost immediately clear that she was
crying, much to his alarm.

Frankie? he asked concernedly and struggled to keep up
with her as she scrambled over to the main staircase. Frankie, are you-

Just leave me alone! the girl snarled. Before he could
get another word in, she pushed him aside and darted up the stairs to her room,
all the while trying to hide the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

Wilt paused while he watched her disappear upstairs, which
was quickly followed by the angry slam of a door that reverberated throughout
the house. Rather than be deterred by her earlier refusal however, the lanky
imaginary friend simply remained at the bottom of the staircase, waiting
patiently. After what he deemed a sufficient amount of time had passed, he took
a deep breath and finally began to make his way up the stairs.

True, Frankie had just blatantly told him right to his
face she didnt want to deal with a single other soul. But he knew her far
better than that to know when she was lying. She didnt need to be alone; what
she needed more than anything was someone else to comfort her, someone whose
shoulder she could cry on, someone to provide her with some sort of solace in
the midst of so much tragedy.

Actually, what Frankie needed him more than ever, a glaring truth that was all too clear as he
finally made it to her bedroom door.

Frankie? he asked gently as he peeked his head into her
room. It was dark, as all the lights had been turned out and all the curtains
were shut to better suit the girls sullen mood. However, despite this, it
wasnt difficult to make out the somber caretaker lying facedown on her bed,
lying sprawled out on top of the sheets with her head buried deep into one of
her pillows. Although she tried to muffle it, Wilt easily made out the sounds
of her hysterical sobbing.

Frankie? he asked apprehensively again softly as he
opened the door a little more, allowing himself to slide cautiously into the
room. Frankie looked up, turned her head around, and stared blankly at the tall
imaginary fried through puffy, red, tearstained eyes.

Umsorry for barging in, Wilt said quietly, being the
supernaturally polite imaginary friend and compulsive apologizer that he was.
I just-

Before he could get any further, Frankie sat up in her bed
and wordlessly reached out with her arms towards him, unable to utter anything
more than a slight whimper. Instantly recognizing the distress gesture, Wilt
settled down on the bed and immediately she latched on to him tightly and burst
out crying anew.

No, “crying” didn’t do justice to describe the
stricken girl. She was an absolute wreck, and bawled uncontrollably like an
infant who had lost its mother as she buried her face in his shoulder. Wilt
quickly wrapped his long, skinny arm around Frankie and began to gently rock
back and forth with her in his embrace, just the way he knew she liked it.

Its n-not fair, its j-j-just not fair. She sniffled.
Wilt nodded sympathetically as he hugged the miserable girl closer.

Its okay, Frankie, its okay. He tried to reassure her.

I don’t even know where…he saidhe said thatI cant
and that we dontforgot that I” Frankie managed to moan out between
ragged sobs as she drenched his shoulder with her tears.

Shhhh,.I know Frankie, I heard himI know. Wilt just
whispered morosely. He knew exactly what the hysterical girl was talking about.

A little too well, in fact.

The tall, lanky imaginary friend cut a curious figure as
he somberly sauntered down the nearly empty, God-forsaken icy road. Wilt shivered
violently as the freezing January night blasted him with another arctic breeze
before plodding onwards to nowhere in particular.

As much as he hated to admit it, the bitter cold, the
crushing loneliness of it all, absolutely none of this was new to Wilt. Quite
the contrary, he had become all too well accustomed to these and a plethora of
other miserable experiences for longer than he cared to think about. Dumpsters
served as his bedding and shelter, with nothing to fend off the cold but some
old newspaper. Scrounging about in the garbage for any edible morsels served as
his only means of sustenance. Then of course there was the fact that he was
chased on a near daily basis by every dog, overprotective mother, or any other
jackass who didnt like the looks of the tall, red creature that sauntered
about in a dismal fashion.

Alas, such was the fate of the abandoned imaginary friend.
Wilt stopped and braced himself as another howling wind came by and chilled him
to the bone. As his teeth chattered violently, the lanky friend paused a moment
to bemoan his fate.

As absolutely nightmarish as his life had become, what
else did he have? There was absolutely no point in returning back home to

Jordan; he had
begrudgingly come to grips with the horrifically ugly truth longer ago than he
cared to remember. As an imaginary friend, he had been created for a purpose,
and one than he had absolutely failed to uphold at that sole critical moment
when it absolutely mattered the most.

From then on, the guilt-stricken creature had since been
wandering the roads as little more than a freakish vagabond with no other
recourse. He couldnt return to Jordan and his family, for what use would he
have for him now as a broken shell of a friend who could never come through for
his creator when he was most needed? Wilts heart practically ached with the
horrific shame he had been carrying for so long. It was just as he had decided
when he first fled home;

Jordan
would have no need for a broken failure of an imaginary friend, or any other
child for that matter. Wilt felt he was just as useful to anyone as the stub of
is left arm was as useful in picking anything up.

Augh! he cried
as his basketball shoes lost traction on a patch of black ice, abruptly
interrupting his lament. With a yell of dismay he flipped up into the air and
came down hard on the hard, cold pavement, probably badly bruising his back.

The lanky imaginary friend moaned sadly as he just lay
there stretched out on the road, showing no sign of wanting to get up again. No,
this was it. End of the line. What was the point? What was the purpose of
continuing to live through this hellish existence of cold and hunger, forever
separated by the person he as an imaginary friend had cared about more than
anything else in the whole world, and still failed in the very end?

There was none. He knew his time had come. God had no
purpose left for him in the world. If this living nightmare was all the he had
to look forward to for the rest of his life, then he might as well just lie back
and let the freezing cold end it now before-

Wilt shot upright as the sound of screeching brakes
shattered his suicidal thoughts. What was that? Did someone hit a patch of
black ice?

The unpleasant answer came to him an instant later with
the sounds of a horrific crash down the road and around the corner. Even though
it was night, there was still at least enough moonlight available to allow Wilt
to spot the rapidly growing spiral of black smoke on the horizon.

His all-too-compassionate soul immediately got the best of
him and before he knew it, he was sprinting down the barren road, pumping his
legs as fast as he could, his ragged gasps of breath appearing in the cold
winter weather, his own woes temporarily forgotten.

Wilts heart sank as he skidded onto the scene and looked
on the appalling sight that lay before him. He peered down through the gigantic
opening in the metal road barrier at the upturned station wagon that lay a few
yards bellow him. After flipping a few times, it had finally slammed to a
sudden halt when it hit a few trees. Now, a rapidly growing fire near the front
belched pitch-black smoke into the sky, announcing to the world that a few new
souls had been harvested from the earth. From the dead silence that came from
the car, aside from the crackle of the ever-consuming engine flames, he guessed
that its occupants had not survived the crash.

More pain and suffering. It was all just too much for Wilt
to bear. He turned around, gripping his stomach and feeling like he wanted to
vomit-

Huh? he grunted in astonishment as a peculiar noise
caught his attention. He paused and listened carefully; he couldve sworn that he just heard

There it was again. To an imaginary friend like
himself, the sound was unmistakable, no matter how faint it was.

It was the cry of a distressed child.

Hold on, Im coming! he hollered hoarsely.
Regardless of the danger, the tall imaginary friend boldly leapt off the road
and skidded down the hill towards the flaming wreckage. Once he glided to a
halt, Wilt bent down to peer frantically through the back windows.

Hello? Hello! Is anyone-

He was suddenly interrupted by a small explosion that
erupted near the front. Now the terrified screams that sounded from the car
became louder than ever, as the car suddenly began to fill up with black smoke.
Wilt was running out of time, fast. With strength born of desperation, he stood
up and with one kick with his oversized basketball shoe, he shattered one of
the windows into pieces. Once he had an opening, he dropped to his knees and
began to reach about madly inside the back of the car, regardless of the glass
that scratched and cut his arm or the smoke that poured out and stung his one
good eye.

The trapped childs wailing, which moments before had
been almost deafening, had now come to a sudden halt. However, Wilt had no time
to worry about this as he finally felt his hand come in contact with the buckle
of a toddler seat.

Cmon, just hold on! Just a little bit more,
please! he pleaded to the silent unknown child who lay trapped inside the tomb
of twisted metal and flames. After madly fumbling with the buckle for a few
seconds, he finally felt it come open with a snap. But even more so to his
great relief, once the buckle came undone he immediately felt a pair of tiny hands
clasp on to his arm.

Okay, just hold on! Its okay, youll be fine! he
yelled as he carefully withdrew the child from the car. After a few moments,
his arm was pulled completely free of the wreckage. Without a second thought
Wilt hugged his precious bundle to him tightly and leapt away from the burning
wreckage. A moment later, a large explosion ripped through the upturned
vehicle, engulfing most of it completely in flames.

From his position in the snow, Wilt starred blankly
at the horrible sight for a few moments, stunned by how close he came to losing
his life. No, wait, how close they
came to losing their lives. Snapping
out of it, he finally took a good look at whose life he had had just saved from
a fiery end.

He glanced down and found that he was clutching a
little girl, probably no older than three years old. As he looked her over the
first thing that stood out immediately was the girls bright fiery-red hair
done up in little pigtails, almost the same shade as his own fur. She was
dressed in a shirt, purple skirt, and a tiny hooded green sweater that remained
unzipped. However, that did nothing to aid her with the violent chills that now
made her body shake. It wasnt exactly the cold that was affecting her. From
the way she had gone completely silent since he pulled her out and now darted
her eyes about frantically and yet seeing nothing, it was clear to Wilt that
she had passed into a state of shock over the sudden turn of events. It didnt
even seem like she had noticed the tall, mysterious imaginary friend who held
on to her at this very moment.

Hi. Wilt said softly, hoping not to frighten the
stunned little girl. Immediately the frightened little creature looked up at
the lanky, furry beast that held her with his one arm. Wilt flashed her in a
warm, disarming smile, so as not to scare her.

You okay? he asked again in the same gentle tone.
Lifting up a badly shaking arm, the little girl pointed dumbly to her forehead.
Immediately Wilt noticed the growing stream of blood that dripped from a large
cut she had received during the crash.

Oh no! Oh, wait, sorry! Its okay! Its alright.
Wilt continued. Let me fix that up for you, okay? Um, uh.oh! With a couple
quick movements, Wilt gingerly transferred the silent little girl into his
stubby left arm, allowing him to remove the wristband on his right arm with his
teeth. Stretching it out a bit, the resourceful imaginary friend placed it
around the childs head, making sure it covered up her injury as a makeshift
bandage.

Better now? he asked calmly. The little girl stared
blankly at him for a few moments. Finally however, with a tiny sob, she
stretched out her arms and enveloped Wilt in a hug, gripping onto him tightly.
As she finally snapped out of her shock and began to bawl loudly into his fur,
Wilt embraced her tightly and began to gently cradle her in his arm.

Shhhh, its okay. Youre all right now.” he
said gently.”Its all over, you dont-

Hey! Hey you! Hey! someone cried frantically from
above. Wilt glanced up and noticed someone standing up on the road, silhouetted
by the headlights of their nearby parked car.

HELLLLLOOO! the person yelled, cupping their hands
around their mouth. Are you alright down there?

Wilt glanced at the little redheaded girl that cried
loudly in his arm and smiled weakly up at the mysterious stranger.

Yeah. He replied. I think shes going to be okay…