Foster’s Porn Story: More Than My Friend Chapter 15

luckyrocks74, cheeseisawesome SpotlessLadybug and
S-A- Thank you so much for your reviews!

azuretears – (don’t be scared by the length of this
response, it’s not bad or anything.) Thank you very much for the criticism! You
do bring up a good point about that though, that particular plot twist looked
kinda tossed in at the spur of the moment. However, despite how it looks, this
isn’t a random attempt to keep the story going a little longer. To be quite
honest, although the whole thing looks kinda thrown together and doesn’t
exactly fit with the rest of the story, this whole little scenario was what got
me to even finish the sequel in the first place. What I mean by that is I had
reached a point where I wasn’t too sure where the story was going where I wanted
it to, senior year was getting harder fast,
and I had basically lost a lot of the passion I had when I first started
writing this in the first place. Finally though, out of the blue (no particular
place where it came from) I just got this idea. And simply put, it’s these type
of action-packed, drama filled scenes that I really enjoy writing the most, and
when I came up with this particular twist, that was when my spark was rekindled
and I was able to finish the story. So yeah, this particular twist does seem a
little contrived-at-the-last-second, but to be perfectly honest before I came
up with this I had only written up to chapter 3 and I had serious doubts about
finishing this. In conclusion, basically, despite what it looks like, my whole
“twist” was really planned out before I even knew what the rest of
the story was going to go (Mr. Herriman’s struggle, Wilt’s adoption fiasco,
that all was thought up and planned
up later when my passion for the story came back.)

I’m sorry about the long explanation, but that’s
truthfully how it all happened. It’s a bit confusing I know, but that’s just
how I write. Either I have the passion for a story, in which I need to write
most of it at once or in big splurges of writing over a few days, or they never
get finished. I will admit though, that’s really not an efficient way to write
(I was already 20 pages into the first
version of the sequel before I realized
that entire idea was a train wreck waiting to happen).

Anyway, thanks for your support everyone! And now…

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

Frankie, what are we going to do? Bloo
squealed in terror as he clung on to her skirt. They said that Mac-

I dont believe it! Wilt cried, shaking his head
furiously. They kept an extreme-o-saur
at that place? But why on earth-

Th-they said it only goes after who he sees on the other
side of the fence! Bloo involuntarily yelped. When it spotted Mac, they said
he had already made it to the other side! Thatthat thing thinks that Macs-

And now hes- Wilt gasped.

H-hes gonna- Bloo sputtered.

Guys, please! Frankie screamed furiously as she quickly
took charge. Just calm down!

Frankie, what are we even doing here? Bloo yelled
frantically, pointing to the orphanage, only a hundred or so yards away, and
crawling with panicking nuns. Shouldnt we be looking over there-

Bloo, please! the girl cried exasperatedly. Look, we
all know Macs a smart kid. I dont know what all those other nimrods are doing
still looking around back there, but if hes got half the brains I think he
has, then he probably headed straight for the park-

But why-

Think about it! she hurriedly explained her reasoning.
Hed have to pass by here if he was
headed towards Fosters, and if hes really being chased byb-by

The very thought was so terrifying she couldnt help but
pause as a violent shudder wracked her body. Look, this would also be the perfect place to try and lose any
rampaging extr-

So what do we-

Wilt Frankie cried, not skipping a beat and pointing
down one sidewalk. You go left! Bloo! You go right! she ordered flatly,
jabbing her finger down another path. Ill go take the center! If you find
Mac, and if thatthat thing is still
after him, just scream and well try and get to you as soon as possible! GO! she bellowed at the top of her
lungs. Immediately the three shot off their separate ways, running as fast as
their legs would carry them.

Please be okay please be okay please be okay Frankie
repeated frantically to herself over and over as she sprinted through the dimly
lighted park. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest as she glanced about
wildly and listened intently for the faintest signs of a frightened little boy;
maybe a flash of brown hair, maybe the sound of a faint whimper nearby

Anything but the spine-chilling howl of an extreme-o-saur
on the hunt.

With a gasp Frankie lowered her head and put on an extra
burst of speed. She had come too far for this. She did not have Mac brutally
wretched from her arms, nearly lose her sanity over the whole tragedy,
practically die of a broken heart, just so she could lose him again. Not while she was here, not while
she had any say in the matter. There was absolutely no way in hell she was
going to let some imaginary reject take him away from her permanently. She just
had to find him first, before-

Frankie came to a dead halt as a high-pitched noise
reached her ears. For a few agonizing moments, she stood frozen in place,
praying desperately that it had just been a mind trick of her frazzled brain.

No, no it cant be! the girl whispered to herself
nervously. Macs gonna be just fine! He hasnt been caught yet! He-

Her blood ran cold. There it was again.

The unmistakable cry of an extreme-o-saur, howling in
triumph.

Without thinking twice, Frankie whirled about in the
direction of the horrid cries and sprinted off, heart pounding madly in her
chest as she put every ounce of energy she had into a wild sprint.

NO! she screamed at the top of her lungs. HOLD ON, MAC!
IM COMING! IM COMING! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAC!

The beast growled threateningly as he slowly drew his
ugly, reptilian face closer to that of the boys, his razor-sharp fangs twisted
menacingly into a fiendish smile. With a quick bark he snapped his twin
whip-like tails and slashed the air with his claws, causing Mac to yelp
hoarsely in fear.

Please, p-please Rex, dont! he pleaded desperately as
tears of fright began to pour down his face. Rex, its me! Mac! Mac! Dont you
remember? I-Ive been at the orphanage f-for two weeks! Please, Im not a
burglar or anything! I-Im notIm not

With a harsh sob Mac broke down completely, bawling
unashamedly in pure fright. Warm, salty tears poured unchecked down his face as
the boy trembled violently in fright. With a small grunt of approval, the
ravenous creature smiled maliciously as he viewed his handiwork with his one,
blood-red eyeball.

Oh, how he loved the thrill of toying with his prey. Their
miserable wails, their tears of fright, the way they trembled violently with
every movement he made. Nothing gave him more pleasure then playing with their
already shattered emotions, dragging out their agony for as long as possible
until their inevitable demise. He closed his eye briefly for a second as he
savored the moment, sighing blissfully in content. It had been so long since he
had experienced the thrill of the chase. He could barely remember the last time
he had such a magnificent hunt. Was it that punk teen he spotted sneaking
around a few months ago? That sneaky-looking hobo he saw edging too close to
the fence?

It didnt matter. All he knew was that ten minutes ago,
while out on a regular patrol of the perimeter, he spotted this pathetic waste of tears scrambling about on the other side.
The instant he had seen him, the hunt had been joined immediately. So what that
he looked too much like one of the orphans? The nightmarish excuse for a guard
dog couldnt care less about that. He spotted the boy on the other side, and as
his training had taught him, all
those on the other side of the fence were intruders.

Intruders had to be dealt with severely.

As Mac sobbed uncontrollably, a wave of fresh tours began
to pour down his cheeks. With a harsh noise resembling that of a snigger, the
beasts disgustingly long, forked tongue snaked out to run briefly up and down
the boys face. To the beast, there was nothing better than the taste of fresh,
salty tears of fright. Next to the taste of fresh meat, that it.

Mac flinched uncontrollably as he felt the slimy tongue
slobber about under his eyes. Still whimpering softly, he didnt know whether
he wanted to faint in horror or puke in disgust as the creatures awful breath
assailed his nostrils. Swiftly the boy suppressed the violent urge to gag; the
beasts breath carried the sickening smell of death. Mac wondered, was that the
scent of his own demise he sensed?

With a soft moan he shut his eyes tightly and covered his
face. Oh God, when would the nightmare that became his life end? Couldnt his
tormentor get it over with? He knew very well the atrocious fate that was
coming his way. He had tried to escape, and he failed miserably. Now it was
time to pay the fatal price.

Mac wanted nothing more than to be back at his cramped
little apartment, to be back in his mothers arms. Hell, even a wedgie from
Terrence would be a thousand times better than this.

But Mac knew all of that wishing was completely useless.
His mom and brother were dead, his
world as he knew it had officially ended a while ago. The frantic escape
attempt had been nothing more than a futile last-ditch attempt to flee a new
life as an abandoned orphan doomed to be passed about from family to family, a
life that he wanted absolutely part of. Now, all that was left was for him to
be finished off, to be ripped to shreds by this reptilian nightmare.

Maybe its for
the best. He thought to himself. At
least Ill be with Mom and Terrence again. Ive got nothing left here

Little did Mac know, he had never been more dead
wrong in his life than he was at that very moment.

LEAVE HIM ALOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE! a heart-wrenching
shriek suddenly filled the night.

Rex howled in shock as some nearby bushes parted and
a redheaded blur slammed into his side head on with the force of a small
freight train, sending the creature sprawling a few yards away. After hitting
the grass with a dull thud, he shot
back to his feet, yowling with rage as his eyestalk wiggled about wildly,
taking full stock of this new opponent.

Frankie growled fiercely as she took her place in
front of Mac, staring down the extreme-o-saur unblinkingly with a burning
glare. Trembling uncontrollably in unbridled rage, the young woman seemed to
radiate with an aura of righteous fury. Matched with the halo of frazzled
fiery-red hair adorning her head, Frankie looked nearly resembled an avenging
angel, facing down a demon from the deepest depths of Hell in preparation for a
battle of otherworldly proportions. The beast hissed threateningly as he
furiously pawed the ground, snapping his tails like twin whips in a gesture
that he hoped would intimidate the girl.

Frankie however was not to be swayed by his bullying
techniques. She stared back boldly into the extreme-o-saurs single bulging
eyeball, matching him move for move with a vicious snarl as she cracked her
knuckles.

Leave him alone. Now.
She growled flatly as she took a fighters stance. Rex snapped his fangs as he
reared up on his haunches in preparation to attack.

You heard me! Frankie snarled. Fuck off! You leave
him alone, you dirty piece of-

ROWWWR!
her foe let loose a ferocious battle cry before springing into action.

He was only in midair for about a second before he
felt like a cannonball had struck him. The second he became airborne, Frankie
boldly tackled him head-on. As soon as the chaotic muddle of girl and
extreme-o-saur hit the ground, Frankie was on top of him in an instant. The
imaginary friend howled in pain as the girl immediately let loose with
everything that she had, kicking madly with her long legs, assailing his
upturned belly with a barrage of punches, even taking the opportunity to
savagely jerk his eye stalk. All the while, she supplemented her blows with an
endless rain of angry swears and screams.

Mac now curled up into a protective little ball,
watched the epic battle before him through his fingers. He had thought he had
seen Frankie so angry before. No, angry didnt even begin to describe the furious young woman before him who bravely
attacked the nightmarish beast with everything that she had. It looked more
like Frankie had been possessed by a myriad of demons that had seemed to
quadruple her fury and strength.

Leave him alone! Leave him alone, you scaly son of a
bitch! Dirty, no good, one-eyed scumbag! I ougtha beat you to death, you
filthy-

Rexs eye bulged in an unmatched rage. How dare this
puny human get the better of him! Never in all his life had he ever been bested
in a fight, and he wasnt going to start now. His blood now racing furiously
though his veins, he let out an ear-splitting roar of anger as he suddenly
kicked out squarely with all four legs, sending Frankie flying.

AAAAAAAA!
she screamed as she sailed through the air and hit the ground hard. Before
Frankie even had so much as a split second to get to her feet, Rex bounded over
to her and grabbed hold tightly to the back of the girls baggy green sweater
with his razor-sharp fangs.

Frankie shrieked in panic, clawing furiously at the
soil as she felt the enraged beast lift her off the ground. Rex may have only
been the size of a large dog, but not doubt about it, when his blood was
boiling he possessed the strength of a small bear. With a couple swift jerking
motions of his neck, he tossed about the young woman as if she was nothing more
than a rag doll, her terrified shrieks only energizing him more to continue
lashing out with his brutal punishment.

AAA! AAA! AAA!
AAA! Frankie wailed as she was
helplessly wrenched about. The sight of seeing her in such torture was just too
much to bear, and immediately Mac uncoiled from his little ball and sprung into
action.

Leave her alone! he cried angrily, tears pouring
down his cheeks. You leave-

CRACK!

With a savage snapping noise, Rex snapped his tails
like duel whips, and immediately the small boy was send flying, with twin
whip-marks now marring his arms. As Mac crashed into the ground a few yards
away, the beast finally gave one more violent jerk as he slammed Frankie onto
the hard cement sidewalk.

CRUNCH!

The sickening sound of snapping bone rang out for all
to hear. Frankie let out an agonized scream as excruciating pain lanced through
her left arm As she struggled furiously to get back up, now only one arm was
raised defiantly with a clenched fist; the other flopped uselessly at her side.

However, she had barely gotten to her feet when the
monster catapulted forward, flying into her stomach as he lashed out with a
massive head-butt. Frankie gasped as the wind was knocked out of her, and she
was immediately set stumbling backwards, falling over into a heap. As she
grabbed her broken arm and sobbed in pain, the extreme-o-saur gave her a snarl before
he turned and bounded over to where Mac lay, desperately trying to get his
senses together.

Rex would deal with the girl later. For him, it was a
policy of first come, first served. He would only need less than a minute to
deal with the child-

NO! Frankie screamed as she scrambled to her feet
and leapt onto the beasts back. Rex roared in pain as the girl grabbed hold of
his twisted eyestalk, holding onto it tightly as the creature bucked about
wildly as if they were a bizarre rodeo act. Frankie gritted her teeth as she
tried to ignore the agonizing waves of pain shot through her broken arm, which
flopped about wildly as she herself was tossed about. With a grim look of
determination, she hung on tightly to the thrashing extreme-o-saur for dear life,
holding on with whatever strength she had.

However, as the beast gave one final violent shake
she flew off his back, crashing into the ground with a grunt of pain. Frankie
only had a chance to roll onto her back before Rex was on top of her, pinning
her easily to the ground with a heavily clawed foot. He snarled at her only
briefly, before,

AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
Frankies agonized shrieks rent the chilly night air. Her tormentor grinned
fiendishly in triumph as he dug his claws deep into her right side, letting out
a low howl as he savored the moment of victory.

Frankie screamed as she thrashed about uncontrollably
under his weight in intense pain. Never before in her entire life had she even
thought such physical agony was even possible. But now, it felt as if she was
being brutally stabbed by three red-hot knives as the claws gouged deeply into
her flesh. Panic took hold of the tortured girl as she could feel the blood
begin to ooze at an alarming rate from her horrific wound, dripping down her
side and soaking her skirt.

Oh God! she managed to squeal as she writhed about
helplessly. Whether it had been a gut reaction or a quick prayer to the
Almighty for mercy she didnt know. All she knew that her world now suddenly
consisted only and entirely of harsh, unbearable agony that ripped through her
body.

The creature growled in delight at Frankies torment.
Yes, that was it. She could struggle as much as she wanted to, only more
malicious pleasure for him. She had put up a good fight, but no one could best
him in combat. With a hiss he bared his fangs as he slowly lowered his head. As
much as he loved this, it was time to finish the job, once and for all.

Unfortunately, the bloodthirsty extreme-o-saur had
already savored the sick pleasure far too long for his own good.

NOOO!

With a hoarse cry Mac leaped forward and latched onto
the front leg that pinned Frankie to the ground. As soon as he gripped the
scaly appendage, Mac didnt think twice and immediately bit deeply into the
scaly skin.

Rex roared in pain and almost immediately withdrew
his claws from Frankies side as he leapt away from the girl, limping about
madly as he tried to shake off the sharp-toothed little boy. Mac growled as he
hung on like a leech, tightening his hold around the leg and sinking his little
teeth in deeper with every passing moment. As he began to bite into the muscle,
the beast yowled furiously in torment as he did a mad dance of pain, leaping
about and shaking his leg frantically to loosen Macs tenacious hold.

Finally, with an extra burst of energy, the
extreme-o-saur gave his leg a particularly violent shake. Mac squealed as his
hold suddenly became undone, and the little fellow flew off like a rocket,
soaring through the air until-

THUD!

The boy flew face first into a nearby tree, hitting
it with the momentum of a small cannonball. Without even so much as a whimper,
Mac silently tumbled to the ground, landing in a limp, unmoving little bundle.

Rex snarled at the motionless body before he hastily
began to lick at the deep bite wound that marred his leg. He never thought hed be able to loose the
kid. However though, not only did he manage to shake him off, but he managed to
knock him out and subdue the sharp-toothed little devil in the process. Thank
God that was all over with. Now with the kid out of the way, there was nothing
stopping him from-

He suddenly stopped in mid-lick as a horrifying
thought crossed his mind.

Wait, where was
the girl?

His answer came quite swiftly as a hand suddenly shot
out of nowhere and grabbed his outstretched serpentine tongue in a crushing
iron grip. The beast tried to squeal in a combination of pain and shock as he
came face-to-face with the angriest young woman he had seen in his entire life.

Her frazzled red hair in a mess, blood dripping from
half-a-dozen small cuts covering her face, and an unmistakable fire raging in
her eyes, Frankie snarled fiercely as she gave a fierce yank to the slimy
purple tongue, clenched tightly in her right hand. As her captors sole eye
widened in horror at the sight before him, the girl spat into his face and
shrieked in a tone that a dozen banshees wouldnt be able to match.

WHEN I TELL YOU TO LEAVE MAC ALONE, THEN DAMMIT, YOU
LEAVE HIM ALONE!

THWACK!

Frankie give one violent tug to the beasts tongue
and brought her skull crashing down with the force of a sledgehammer, smashing
it directly into her foes forehead. When she withdrew her hold and backed off,
the extreme-o-saur stared at her dumbly for a few seconds, as if he was unsure
of what to do next. He suddenly began to wobble about drunkenly, lumbering
about wildly until his eye finally closed as he toppled over like a sack of
bricks in an unconscious heap.

Frankie groaned as she felt the fresh cut adorning
her forehead. Her aching body felt like it was on fire. Cuts and bruises of all
shapes and sizes covered her skin from head to toe, as blood trickled out of a
dozen small wounds to stain her normally pale peach toned skin with vibrant
splotches of red. However, all of those wounds combined paled in comparison to
the horrendous claw wound on her right side, where warm, sticky blood continued
to pour out at an alarming rate as it soaked her skirt and began to trickle
down her leg. Of course, to top it all off, her left arm now flopped about
uselessly at her side, unable to move but still more than capable to continue
to jolt her body with agony.

Most people in such a pathetic state would have
already fainted from the excruciating pain. But not Frankie, for she still had
one thing left to take care of.

Mac? she moaned weakly. Through badly blurring
vision, she slowly scanned the scene of the terrific battle. M-Mac? Pal? You
okay?

F-Frankie a pathetic whimper replied. Clutching
her side in a feeble attempt to stem the flow of blood, Frankie hurriedly
limped over to where the little boy lay in a pathetic bundle. Squinting up
through half-closed eyes, the semiconscious Mac moaned as he made a pitiful
attempt to lift himself off the ground.

Pal, dont Frankie managed to gasp out. Her strength
failing her rapidly, the badly-wounded girl managed to settle herself on the
ground into a clumsy sitting position. Drawing deep from depleted energy
reserves, she managed to reach out with her unbroken arm and draw Mac to her
chest, cradling the boy closely to herself in a weak grip.

FrankieI Mac tried to groan as his eyelids
flittered dangerously. A large gash adorning his forehead allowed blood to drip
freely down his face.

Shhhh, its okay, pal. Frankie whispered soothingly
as she awkwardly cradled him. Its okay, Im here. Everythings gonna be
okay.

Mac struggled to look up and flash her a weak smile,
oblivious to the blood that oozed from his cut to mingle with a few stray
tears. The boy somehow managed to let out a contented sigh as he rested against
Frankies chest. For all he cared, they couldve been back at Fosters snuggled
up in front of the fireplace rather than the bloody little huddle they were in
now. It didnt really matter, now that she was there he felt oddly at ease.

H-here. He said softly, reaching into his pocket
with a badly shaking hand to withdraw the old silver necklace. I think it’s
time to give y-you this back. He mumbled as he let it fall from his weak grip
into her lap.

M-Mac… Frankie groaned as she struggled to hold
him close.

You c-came backI knew you w-w-wouldnt leave me
Mac murmured happily as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

Despite the excruciating agony that still raged
through her body, Frankie suddenly felt strangely happy and at peace as Mac settled down
calmly in her bloody embrace. She grinned weakly as she gave him a gentle
nuzzle.

Of course, pal. She whispered softly. What are big
sisters for, anyway?

It was then that everything quickly went black.

Just felt like saying so…

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