Foster’s Porn Story: Mobile Chapter 6

A/N: So sorry I haven’t updated for awhile, I’ve been busy with stuff, ya know, school work and all that other crud. But anyway, I’m back. Oh, and I don’t own Foster’s.

Fomalhaut: Well now you know. Thanks for all the reviews.

Grinlord: Aw, thanks :3 I’m so glad you like it

Wilt looked at the basket, he threw the ball, and… it missed.

“Darn!”

It had been 4 months since Wilt came to Foster’s and he was still getting used to the loss of his arm and his eye. After he got out of the hospital room he met Madame Foster, the woman who owned this place and saved his life. She was also Frankie’s grandmother. She was a short woman around in her sixties with a spunky personality. Currently she and Mr Herriman were out and Frankie had left soon after saying she was going to go skating with some friends at a small pond, and had taken Kiwi with her. And Wilt was here, in his new room shooting basket balls into a hoop he stuck on the door.

“OK, one more time.”

Right when Wilt was about to throw the ball he suddenly heard loud squawking and banging at his door.

“Kiwi?”

Wilt opened his door and the small griffin tumbled in.

“Kiwi, what’s wrong?” Wilt asked, helping the tiny imaginary friend up.

“-Frankie-in- trouble!” He squawked.

“Trouble! What kind of trouble?”

“Frankie-go-splash!”

Wilt started to know what Kiwi meant. With that Wilt ran down the topsy turvy stairs, grabbed a scarf (and a long one too) and ran out the door with Kiwi close behind him.

“Oh Frankie, what have you gotten your self into?”

With Kiwi guiding him, Wilt ran to the pondBy the time Wilt was about 100 metres to the pond, he could hear cries for help. It was Frankie.

“Frankie! Frankie, are you okay?” Wilt called, hoping to get a reply.

“Wilt!” Wilt heard Frankie’s voice. “Help me!”

When Wilt finally got to the pond, where he found Frankie in the water, holding on to the edge of the ice.

“Wilt help me! I can’t swim very well!” She cried. It looked as though she had been in the water for awhile.

“Ooooh my gosh!” Wilt cried out. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you.

Wilt tried to step on the ice to get her, but felt the ice start to crack under his feet. Quickly jumping off the ice, he got an other idea. Wilt lay down on the ground and with his long arm (which was also very stretchy) he managed to scoop up the child out of the water and plop her on the ground. Frankie gasped for air for a minute but other then that she was all right.

“Frankie, are you okay?”

“Yeah Wilt, I’m okay.” Frankie nodded, still gasping. But of course, the cold started to get to the child’s wet body and she began to shiver.

“Oh, oh no. Er, okay, don’t worry.” Wilt panicked slightly. Taking off his scarf, he wrapped Frankie in it and picked her up.

“Don’t worry Frankie, we’re going home.”

“Frankie, I thought you said you were going with friends. Did they leave?”

Frankie looked at Wilt with big, sad eyes. She sniffed.

“N-no, I didn’t bring any friends.”

This shocked Wilt a bit.

“But Frankie, why would you lie to us? You put yourself in danger by not having anyone with you, other then Kiwi, but he’s small. Why?”

Tears welled up in Frankie’s eyes.

“B-because my mommy and daddy used to take me there.”

Wilt remembered her talking about her talking about her parents before, but he didn’t know what happened to them.

“Frankie, what happened to your parents?”

Frankie gave Wilt that look that simply said “I don’t want to talk about it” and Wilt understood. With that Frankie curled up in a little ball beside him, and fell asleep.