Foster’s Porn Story: Frankie Rules Chapter 1

Chapter
one: Only One
Master

Valentines
Day:

I
cant believe youre going through all this trouble, Frankie
said. And I cant believe you talked
me into helping you, she added in her
mind. Arranging this whole Valentines Day ball at Fosters
should be more than enough.

Its
a big step forward, dear, but theyre going to need one extra push.
We need to get them all alone, with nowhere else to go. Now, is your
car ready?

Yes,
grandma.

And the
tank?

As good
as empty. They wont get further than a couple of miles.

Excellent!
She leaned out the window Oh, would you look at those storm
clouds. The rain is going to come down hard tonight, just like the
weatherman predicted. All for the better, of course. Oh, and here
comes the main players

Players?
Theyre the ones who are being played!
Frankie thought as she watched Mac and Goo walk hand in hand towards
the front door. She remembered that the first time she watched them
hand in hand, she had been a little too quick to draw conclusionsThey do look cute together,
Frankie admitted.

But?

Are you
reading my mind, grandma? Okay, I admit it – I think youre being
to manipulative.

Manipulative?
If I tried to ruin the dates and relationships theyve had with
other people, now that would be manipulative! But they always did
that by themselves. And you know why?

Tell
me Frankie muttered.

Because
those other people werent right for them. Theyre perfect for
each other!

Perfect?
Grandma, Goo is wild and impulsive while Mac is calm, careful and
responsible.

Exactly!
Gunilla needs someone to stop her when she goes too far, while
Maxwell needs someone to show him how to have fun! They complement
each other!

Frankie
hesitated. Well, in a way, that made sense. In a way.

Feeling
that she had won the argument, Madame Foster confidently declared:

Im gonna get those two together, if its the last thing I
do!

At this rate, grandma, it will be the last thing you do!

Madame Foster laughed.

—————

Four
months later:

Madame
Foster had laughed.

But Frankie was closer to the truth than she had
realised.

Please
sit down, Miss Frances, was the first thing Mr. Herriman said as
she entered his office. We have some important issues to discuss
this morning.

Frankie
did what she was told

I know
that the departure of Madame Foster still hangs heavy on us all
Herriman began, removing his top hat as he mentioned her name.

Frankie
nodded. Her grandmother had died three weeks ago. She was nearly
eighty-seven years old at the time, but that didnt make it any
less tragic. To her very last day, she remained as charming and
cheerful as ever.

But for
some of us, life must go on. And especially for you, Miss Frances

Frankie
raised her eyebrows curiously. What exactly did he mean by that?

We
need to talk about the future, such as it is.
Now, my plans are simple: I will retire as President of Fosters,
effective immediately.

Retire?
Frankie hadnt seen that coming. Uh, are you sure you wont
wait with that decision until tomorrow? Thats when Grandmas
will is being read.

That
wont be necessary, Miss Frances. The thing isI had a private
conversation with Madame Foster. Again, Mr. Herriman removed his
top hat as he mentioned her name. Although she always put up a
brave face, she knew several months ago that she was not long for
this world. And so, she confided in me. She told me how she wanted
things to be

Mr.
Herriman paused for a moment and looked at the attentive Frankie.

You
get the house with its surroundings and all the belongings, on the
one condition that Fosters remains a home and a shelter for
imaginary friends. The house is all yours,
but you only get one-fourth of the savings. The rest goes into my
pension fund.

Grandma
made you a pension fund?

Precisely.
Which means that she did not expect me to
remain in my administrative position after her inevitable demise.

Are you
sure thats what she-

Herriman
waved his hand dismissively.

She
wanted you
to have the house, you alone. Tell me Miss FrancesAs the mistress,
or dare I use the word? Madame of the house, would you let me
remain in my current position of authority?

Frankie
sighed No she admitted. But Id
offer you the position of accountant and maybe

Miss
Frances, please, Im too old to be demoted, Mr. Herriman said
without a trace of bitterness in his voice.

Whos
talking about demotion? I dont see why we cant run Fosters
together as equals.

Equals?
Mr. Herriman looked amused. Miss Frances, theres an old
Baltic saying: If you are the master and I am the master – who shall
carry the basket? Fosters Home can only have one master. Now tell
me: When you become owner of the house, do you intend to continue
spending your days doing menial tasks such as cooking and cleaning?

Not
if I can help it.

Or
do you intend to sit back and let other people take care of the daily
maintenance most of the time, like the
Madame? he asked, taking his hat off once again.

No!
Im too young to retire.

Well,
Im not. So it looks as if youre left with one choice: You must
run things, Miss Frances.

Frankie
was all out of arguments. After all, how did you argue against
someone who was trying to tell you that you had won?

I
think we have an agreement, Miss Frances. Now, if you would sign my
resignation, please?

Frankie
slowly put her name on the resignation paper and the two copies.

And
thus ends my formal responsibilities to Fosters Home for Imaginary
Friends, Mr. Herriman declared and looked around. I believe Im
sitting in what is now your chair, behind what is now your desk. We
cant have that, can we? He got up, and started hopping towards
the door.

Youll
be seeing me around, obviously, he added, stopping for a moment.
For one thing, I shall attend to the reading of the will tomorrow
at noon. Ta-ta, Miss Frances.

With
those words, he left the flabbergasted Frankie alone in hisno,
her office.

Frankie
didnt know whether to laugh or cry. After all the years of being
bossed around, Mr. Herriman was suddenly out of her hair, just like
that. She felt she ought to have said something more profound. She
should have told Mr. Herriman that while they may have had their
differences, and while there were many times that he made her
miserable, and while he could often be an overly bureaucratic and
narrow-minded pain in thecome to think of it, maybe it was just as
well that she didnt try to say something profound. But the point
was, for all their disagreements, Mr. Herriman did a good job at
running Fosters. That much was true. Come
to think of it, the two of them usually worked rather well together,
even if they often disagreed deeply. But of course, it was always
easier to acknowledge such things in retrospective. For better or
worse, Mr. Herriman was no longer in charge, and she

It
suddenly dawned upon Frankie that Fosters Home was now her
responsibility alone.

Well, if
her grandmother thought she was ready for that kind of
responsibility, she wasnt going to let her down. But she was going
to do things her own way.

Continued

This fic
started out as a short and somewhat naughty comedy story about Mac
and Goo as teens. Gradually, I decided I wanted to add something more
to the story, so I made it less naughty and focused more on Frankie.
Eventually, it became a more general story about what I think would
happen (or at least what Id like to happen) at Fosters in the
future. As Im vaguely implying in this story, and as Im going
to imply even stronger in the next chapter, this takes place about
eight years after the events in the cartoon. In other words, Mac is
sixteen by now, and Frankie is close to thirty. This is pretty
important. Im also suggesting that Goo is, in fact, two years
older than Mac. I think it makes the story better, and anyway, its
never been specified how old Goo is supposed to be.

Im
putting down romance as one of this storys categories, and
by now its probably pretty obvious whose romance Im referring
to : )
Im going to imply later that Frankie has a boyfriend, but that
wont be important to the plot. Besides, I wanted to write this
story without OCs, and the only workable relationship I could think
of for Frankie, would have to be with an OC.

As
for the other category Im going to usethe story gets funnier
later. For obvious reasons, I felt I ought to be a little more
serious to begin with

Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends, and all its characters, are
created by Craig McKracken and owned by Cartoon Network. But the
suggestion that Mac is short for Maxwell and Goo is short for
Gunilla, is my own idea.