Foster’s Porn Story: Mobile Chapter 12

A/N: Originally, chapter 11 was going to be the last, but I got a few emails asking for an epilogue, so here it is! I don’t own Foster’s.

“I think there’s some pics of us too.” Frankie replied, flipping through the book a bit. “Ah, here we go.”

Frankie pointed to a small wallet sized picture of her at twelve with Wilt kneeling down right beside her, his long arm around the young teenager’s shoulders.

“Hey, whatca doin’?”

The two turned to see who the voice was coming from. Standing there was Blooregard Q. Kazoo (mostly just known as Bloo), his hands on his “hips” (if he had hips).

“Oh hey Bloo,” Wilt replied, grinning his signature smile. “we were just looking at photos. Ya wanna look?”

“Psst, whatever, I have nothing better to do anyway.” The blue ghost like friend said, craining to see the pictures. “Eew, you have your arm around Frankie! Were you dating or something?”

“Wha…No!” Frankie cried out in shoke and embarrassment.

“Are you getting married?”

“What the fu-“

“Are you gonna have kids?”

“Bloo! We ar-“

“Those would be really weird looking kids though.”

“Oh, my, G-“

“They would have Wilt’s head and Frankie’s body.”

“Are you trying to make us sic-“

“They would go in the freak show!”

“Bloo!” Frankie finally screamed, jumping up, with Wilt staring at the two of them with confustion. “We are not dating! We are not married! We are not gonna have kids. Get that in your puny little head!”

Bloo rolled his eyes and grinned.

“Psst, yeah right. You two have fun now. I can’t wait to tell this to Ed and Coco.”

With that, Bloo walked away, leaving two surprised and slightly embarassed Wilt and Frankie sitting there.