Foster’s Porn Story: Of Tea and Humiliation Chapter 1

Of Tea and Humiliation

By: CG

Written: October 2006

Fandom: Fosters Home
for Imaginary Friends

Genre: General

Rating: K for everyone

Pairings: None

Warnings: None

Plot: Eduardo finds a
piece of his past and spends a moment remembering back when Frankie
was small.

Spoilers: None

Story Notes: I personally
don’t know if Eduardo and Wilt’s creators were a girl and boy, it’s
just a guess. If I’m proved wrong by ‘Good Wilt Hunting’ then I’m
proved wrong. Tis just a fanfic for fun.

He felt so naughty.

One
rarely stole anything and got away with it within the walls of
Foster’s, but he had seen it hanging innocently in the breeze from
the clothesline and before he knew what he was doing all what
remained on the clothesline were the pegs. Hurrying up the stairs and
bowling over anyone who got in his way he didn’t stop until he’d
leapt through the door to the bedroom which he shared with his three
friends. Slamming the door and locking it, he heaved a sigh of relief
as he leant against the wooden door.

After a few moments of
silence and catching his breath he finally walked into the centre of
the room and took a seat. In his possession now was something he
thought he’d never see again. The purple dress had almost sent him
into shock when he saw it on the clothesline, but here it was; once
again in his grasp.

Oh, how he had missed this dress. It held
so many deep, fond, well loved memories it was like meeting your best
friend after a long time. Holding the fabric against himself he
sighed, allowing his eyes to fall shut and he
remembered…

“Eddie! Wilt!”

The
little girl’s voice rang through the air like a twinkling bell. The
two Imaginaries whose name had been called out turned from what they
were doing; chores. Wilt was cleaning one of the windows, the
insanely tall ones but he easily reached with his stretching arm.
Eduardo, being shorter was cleaning the bottom where most of the
fingerprints clouded the view from outside.

“Heya
Frankie!” Wilt greeted with his usual winning smile, “Just
get out of school?” he asked, eyeing the backpack hanging off
the little girl’s shoulder.

“U-huh,” Frankie nodded
as she craned her head back to look up at the incredibly tall
imaginary friend.

“You is having muchas homework?”
Eduardo asked, tilting his head to look at the bag more properly. It
was a pink My Tiny Horsey backpack, with a texta marker written
across its side reading ‘Francis Foster’ in bright red.

“Naahh,
I just gotta remember my times tables.” she replied with a
shrug, before jumping on the spot a few times. “I gots you two
something!”

“Aw, really? You didn’t have to!”
Wilt grinned, slightly bashful at the prospect of getting
something.

“Ooo! What is it?” Eduardo asked,
managing to hold back from scooping the little girl into an
Eduardo-hug of gratitude.

She dropped her bag onto the floor
and began rummaging in it, and pulled out two pieces of paper. For a
split second, Wilt’s face twitched. Holding out the paper Frankie
smiled, “Invitations!”

Well, bowl Eduardo over with
a feather. Invitations! That only meant one thing. He let out a girly
squeal of happiness as he took his (marked with a purple ‘E’ whilst
Wilt’s was a red ‘W’) and Wilt’s hand appeared from above and scooped
up his.

Frankie grinned even wider; “I shall expect you
both in half hour.” with that she ran off.

Eduardo
couldn’t keep the grin from his face as he carefully opened up the
piece of paper which had been folded five times by the little girl
and looked at the writing scrawled over the paper.

‘To
Edwardoo
You r inveteb to atinb mi tee partee at 5.30qm
Fancey
dress
Luv Francie’

There was even a crayon picture of him
besides all the words. Eduardo made an ‘awwww’ sound as he re-read
the childish writing, loving the spelling mistakes.

Meanwhile
three feet above him Wilt was reading his. It read practically the
same thing, except ‘Edwardoo’ had been replaced with ‘Welt’. He
didn’t mind the spelling. It’s what was being asked of him that got
him so . . . not upset, just . . . worried.

Frankie threw tea
parties once a week, and every week she would ask different friends
to attend her tea parties. They were a lovely little event she held
in the tea room, chairs picked out and tea and cookies all spread out
for those attending. It was all rather girly, a little too girly for
the ten foot tall basketball player. But what was even a bigger blow
to his masculinity was the fact they had to dress up.

Not just
normal dress up, as in a suit and tie. Oh no.

He had to wear
that neon pink pleated mini-skirt, then had a purple ribbon tied
around his middle, along with the multiple pieces of jewellery to
accessorise his hand and wrist, even wearing make up! But even still
he had to replace his comfy black sneakers with opened toed high
heels. Don’t forget the ‘nail’ polish to put over the pads of his
fingers and toes either!

But what could he do? Wilt couldn’t
say no, especially to Madame Foster’s little grand daughter. She had
been so welcomed into the house once she found out about them –
through finding Eduardo. Now she came around every day after school
to spend time with the Imaginary friends, giving them something they
hadn’t had in years. A child to interact with. It meant the world to
some of them who had been there for so long, to actually be able to
play with a child again.

It came with ups and downs.

This
was the only down Wilt could think of, but he never really saw it as
that. Having to dress up and have a tea party really wasn’t that big
a deal. Besides, Frankie and Eduardo seemed to love it when the
parties would happen. Eduardo especially, who would so easily slip
into line and play the game for all it’s worth. Heck, he even made
his voice slightly higher so he’d sound a bit more feminine. It must
be due to the fact that Eduardo was imagined by a little girl; he
probably had spent many many years having tea parties, playing with
dolls, doing hair, everything like that.

Wilt’s thoughts were
on the money. Eduardo and his own little girl had been such a pair. A
big, burly Imaginary with ferocious fangs and horns had spent a lot
of his spare time doing the little girl’s hair, playing dolls, dress
up, tea parties; anything girly, he has probably done it. And he
loved every single second of it, and he loved thinking of it even
now. Those were the best times he had shared with his creator, and
now he could smile back at them and realise those were the best times
of his life.

He never thought he could get to experience them
again, especially so soon after he had found himself in Foster’s home
for Imaginary Friends. Frankie was everything a little girl could be,
and with a little spunk included. She sassed back at Duchess, she
played basketball with Wilt, Coco would lay eggs full of dolls for
her, and she even allowed Eduardo to play with her hair from time to
time. He loved her to pieces. Even more so for allowing him to dress
up for their tea parties.

Eduardo’s outfit was something to
behold. Since he had no fingers and his wrists were too big for
bangles, Frankie had found two bangles and had slipped them onto his
horns one day. Those became his ‘ear rings’ for when he had to go to
the tea parties. A large purple dress with flowing sleeves had been
found in the donation charity bin, and it fit him rather well; after
being let out a few inches. He also wore stockings. Bright, neon
green stockings that had a fishnet cover over those. With the
nightmarish colouring, he also wore blue shoes.

The both of
them were laughed at, of course, by friends as they made their way
down the hallways a good fifteen minutes later. Dressed from head (or
horn) to foot (or tail) in such clothes always drew a lot of
attention. Wilt just grinned and bared it whilst Eduardo looked a
little more then hurt at the pointing and laughing. But finally they
reached the tea room, which at this time was booked for their tea
party. Wilt lifted his hand and knocked.

“Wilt! Eddie!”
Frankie greeted happily as she pulled the door open. She was in her
green dress she normally wore for photo day, bright green, very
frilly, and she even had the bow tied in her hair.

“Hola
Frankie!” Eduardo smiled down at her, before grabbing the hem of
his dress and giving her a low curtsy. “Is a pleasure to be
invited to your muy bueno tea party muchacha.” he said lavishly
in his thick Hispanic accent.

“Er, yeah! It’s great,
thanks!” Wilt added in his usual bouncy voice. Couldn’t let
Frankie down by saying how out of his comfort zone he was. Poor fella
had almost tripped over himself in those heels several times on his
short walk from their room to the tea room.

They poured tea
for the other, conversing about the day’s events; about the boys in
Frankie’s schools and how they treated her, how her homework was
coming along (Wilt offered to help her with it, as usual), and the
usual kind of stuff. Cookies were shared as well, they weren’t Madame
Foster’s cookies but they were nice enough for Eduardo to vanquish
many of them into the dark pit that was his stomach.

After an
hour or two the door to the tea room finally opened and Wilt, along
with Eduardo exited. Wilt carried the tray in his one hand as the two
made their way back to their room. Wilt had of course offered to go
to the dishes, but in no way would he be doing dishes in heels.
Imagine the comments he’d get! So the two made a quick stop in their
room to remove the gawdish and incredibly loud coloured clothing from
their persons; deposited them down the laundry chute, and finally got
their regular clothes back on.

“You know Ed, I gotta say
I’m surprised at how easy you fit into tea time with Frankie.”
Wilt finally said as he was washing the teapot in the sink while
Eduardo was drying the dainty cups in his massive hooves.

“Oh,
is easy!” Eduardo smiled up at his tall friend, “She remind
me of my little girl. She always had tea parties, and we play with
dolls and all kinds of things like that.” he held up a cup to
examine it, making sure that there were no brown stains around the
rim or bottom of it.

“Heh, that’s way different from me.”
Wilt said as he set the teapot on the draining board. “My kid
was all basketball, skating, all boy kinds of things.” he
grinned a bit, “Even if some of the things he did I didn’t
approve of. Throwing dirt clods at girls, for one.”

“Naughty
boy.” Eduardo tsked as he began drying the teapot. “I hope
he get in trouble for that.”

“Oh he always did. The
girls would run crying to their Mom’s… or his, so yeah. He’d end up
in trouble. Heh, little boys, huh? What can you do?” Wilt
chuckled a bit.

“Si, si . . . they really mean it when
they is saying little boys and little girls are muy different.”
Eduardo, finally having dried the teapot put it back into the
cupboard it belonged to. He stood up and smirked at Wilt, “I am
thinking if our kids knew each other your little boy would have made
my little girl upset every other day.”

Wilt had to smirk
at that, putting his hand to his waist. “Aw c’mon, I was a
pretty good role model for him! I told him not to be too naughty
after all. But still, boys have to be boys!”

“And
girls have to be girls.” Eduardo added.

Eduardo
opened his eyes and stared down at the purple dress still held
tightly in his hooves. Yes, the dress really did mean far much more
then anyone (human or imaginary) could ever understand. He got to
know Wilt more while he wore it, Frankie allowed him to play tea
party just like he did when he was with his own little girl, and all
the memories that it held. Oh yes. He will most definitely be holding
onto this.

Getting to his feet Eduardo quickly folded it, and
then made his way over to the toy chest sat by itself in the corner.
Pushing the lid open he moved his beanie baggies and stuffed the
dress down at the bottom of the chest; before once again rearranging
the toys back into their proper place and shut the lid.

THE
END