Foster’s Porn Story: With a Little Help From My Friends Chapter 1

Over the past few days I’ve been trying to revise a bunch of the
chapters in “Falling Apart”, part of the “More Than My Friend”
multi-fic. It’s mainly grammar and spelling errors I’ve been fixing,
but I tweaked chapter three of “Falling Apart” so I’m not in blatant
violation of “Good Wilt Hunting Anymore” (but I can’t be blamed for
doing it purposely; my story was finished about a year before the
special.)

Anyway,
here’s a story idea I’ve had for a little bit, but unfortunately the
site was giving me problems for the past few days (and still is – it’s
currently only letting me upload documents on certain internet
browsers.)

All feedback is appreciated!

The curiously gangly imaginary friend murmured in dismay the moment he realized what terrible things were afoot.

No
sooner had the familiar redbrick elementary school come into view up
ahead, immediately he spotted a small blur shoot off down the sidewalk
towards him in a straight beeline. Instinctively he increased the lanky
gait he had been previously traveling at into a swift jog, and rushed
to intercept the child scampering towards him.

Although he
couldnt see the tears in her eyes at first, from a distance he could
easily hear the girls ragged sobs. The six-year-old redhead cried
unashamedly as she fled away from the school as fast as her legs could
carry her, and as soon as he got close enough Wilt dropped down upon
his knees and swept the child into a tight hug.

W-Wilt Frances
Frankie Foster moaned between her tears as she immediately buried her
head under the crook of his neck. I-I was just w-w-waiting for you,
a-a-anda-andtheythey w-wereth-they

Shhhhhh. Wilt hushed the near hysterical child as he held her close. Its okay.its okayI know, I know

His words werent merely a random sputtered reassurance; he in fact did know exactly, and far too much for his own personal liking. Wilt grimaced unhappily as he mulled over the unpleasant truth.

Why
was it that little children could be both extraordinarily precious, yet
also so unbelievably cruel it made one sick to their stomach? He had no
idea, and he wished dearly he didnt have to deal with such an age-old
dilemma to begin with.

Alas, that did nothing to change the
unfortunate fact that a few days ago a group of first-grade girls had
found out about Frankies permanent residence; her grandmothers foster
home. While she was usually proud of her unique heritage, the others
found it to be nothing but a tremendous source of cruel amusement.
Since then, they had yet to waste an opportunity to remind the poor
little creature about her most unusual background.

There were
probably few things that pained him more than to try and understand how
those first-graders got such kicks out of tormenting a kindergartener,
or took such joy over the fact that she lived in a home for imaginary
friends, when a few of them no doubt had imaginary creations of their
own.

Its n-not fairi-its not f-f-fair Frankie whimpered as
the warms tears cascaded freely down her cheeks and drenched his
shoulder. I n-never d-did anything t-to them, butb-but theythey
wont.i-its not fairI t-tell them to s-stop, but

Wilts
heart nearly broke for the miserable child as he gently lifted her up
off the ground and cradled her delicately before turning in the
direction of home. He berated himself harshly for thinking before that
the others would simply tire of their new joke rather quickly after a
day or two, as children were apt to do. How could he be so nave to
think they would only tease her once or twice and be done? Worse, how
long would this continue until the older children found a new target?

He
was tired of watching her mope about the house like a trauma victim,
but what options did he have? She was far too embarrassed to inform her
grandmother; he had personally witnessed the old woman attempt to pry
out of her grandchild what was wrong to absolutely no avail. Telling a
teacher wouldnt help, for he knew tattlers were looked down upon as
the prison snitches of the education system. And although he knew quite
well Frankie was unusually tough for age, what could she do with that?
Physically fight back in an attempt to make the taunting stop? She was
so much smarter than that; being labeled a troublemaker was no better
than being branded a tattletale.

What could be done? The
unnecessary cruelty hadnt even been going on for a week, but he
couldnt stand staying on the sidelines as a passive spectator. But
what could he do?

While racking his brain for an answer, Wilt whispered softly to the weepy child as he sauntered down the sidewalk.

Shhhh,
its okay, Frankieits okay, well fix this he murmured dutifully.
Shhh, its okay.how about we go tell Madame Fos-

No! she yelped in protest as her eyes went wide with terror. Dont tell Grandma! D-dont tell Grandma!

Frankie, those girls keep- he attempted to sway her.

P-please!
the child begged unashamedly as she shook her head furiously. D-dont
tell! Grandma wouldnt like to hear that th-they say the h-house isI-I
dont w-wanna beI-I

Too distraught to get her jumbled thoughts
in order, Frankie rested her head against his shoulder with a soft
whimper. Rather than persist, Wilt just wordlessly continued on back to
Fosters as he mulled deeply over the predicament at hand.

Well, so much for a hasty plan A.

A-art
class. Frankie murmured absentmindedly as the lanky imaginary friend
led her down the sidewalk by the hand. Even though the downtrodden
kindergartener kept her gaze fixated on the ground, Wilt nevertheless
put on a toothy grin and kept up the light banter in an attempt to
raise her somber mood somewhat.

Ooooh, thats sounds fun! You gonna make something nice for your grandma again? Hmmm?

The
morose little girl didnt even give him so much as a quick glance as
she shrugged lamely and plodded on in self-imposed silence. Despite
this, her companion didnt seem to be affected by her depression for
one second. In fact, he actually seemed to be in an unusually chipper
mood that early morning as he hummed snatches of odd tunes and waved
merrily at passerby pedestrians.

However, Frankie was in no mood
to notice this. After all, he was usually pretty cheery to begin with,
so what difference did it matter to her? The child just sighed softly
to herself as Wilt affectionately tousled her flaming scarlet hair.

Yeah,
youre gonna make something awesome today, I know it. He murmured
encouragingly as they finally arrived in front of the school.

As
soon as they came to a halt, Frankie warily gazed about and almost
immediately spotted an all-too-familiar herd of four or five
first-grade girls playing near the front steps of the school building.
Although they looked as harmless as could be to most people, to the
six-year-old they resembled a pack of vultures in wait, and the little
one couldnt help but tighten her squeeze upon Wilts hand with a
whimper of fright.

One of her tormentors noticed this out of the
corner of her eye, and swiftly managed to get all her companions to
take a look for themselves. After they passed her a few glances, the
pack broke out into peals of cackled giggles at the sight and quickly
began gossiping excitedly to one another between their sniggers.

Despite
what was clearly about to happen the second he left, never once did
Wilt cease beaming like a complete nitwit, and he actually passed the
other girls a friendly wave before he gently tugged his hand from
Frankies iron grip. Although she attempted to resist at first, the
child quickly decided it was hopeless and gave up the futile struggle
with a pitiful whimper.

Wait right here after schools over at three, okay? the gangly creature reminded her kindly as he got down upon one knee.

I knowI-I know the little one muttered with an automatic nod.

And
remember, no picking on any of the other kids, okay? Play nicely. Wilt
continued in the same gentle manner, although the apprehensive Frankie
had failed to notice completely that at this point he had raised the
volume of his voice considerably.

I know she murmured
instinctively as she gazed towards the ground. Meanwhile, as soon as he
saw that he had nabbed the attention of the gang near the stairs,
Wilts grin widened by a good few inches as he raised his voice yet
again and boomed to the child,

Because you know what you grandmother says about little girls who cant be nice to others, right? he was nearly shouting at this point.

Huh? Frankie grunted as she shot him a bewildered gaze. Wilt, what-

Thats
right! he thundered with a grin and a few over-exaggerated comical
gestures. They get devoured by the great big ferocious hairy
Snorklepogo!

For a few confusing moments, the front schoolyard
was so quiet one could hear a pin drop. As the veritable wolf pack of
first-graders finally broke out into high-pitched peals of laughter,
Frankie just gawked with mouth agape at the imaginary friend in
mortified disbelief and pained bewilderment.

W-what? she
squeaked hoarsely as her cheeks became flushed with scarlet. Still
smiling almost moronically, Wilt only chuckled as he gave her an
affectionate pat on the head and a sly wink, sending her raging
confusion skyrocketing.

See you this afternoon, okay? Have fun today!

Before
Frankie could get in another word, he clambered back to his feet and
strolled off back in the direction of home, leaving a very stunned and
extraordinarily confused child all alone and burning with embarrassment
over her friends perplexing warning.

As Frankie desperately
wished there was a dark hold nearby she could crawl into and hide, the
pack of girls immediately seized upon their opportunity the very moment
Wilt had vanished over the horizon.

Ooooh, look whos back from her grandmas freak show so soon! a seven-year-old brunette hooted.

Heeheehee!
a twiggy blonde sniggered. Hey Frankie, why dont you take the bus?
Driver wont let you take your crazy beanpole with you?

As their
raucous laughter stung to the very core of her heart, Frankie sighed
miserably as she begrudgingly trudged up towards the school entrance.

It looked like it was going to be a very long day.

The
little redhead whispered anxiously as she frantically gazed about in
hope of spotting a familiar towering imaginary friend. Alas, she had no
luck and continued to squirm about impatiently upon the sidewalk.

Although
it was only five minutes after three oclock, time seemed to drag on at
an agonizingly slow pace for the six-year-old, or at least while a few
of her schoolmates played yet another round of their favorite game.

Hey!
Hey, Frankie! Where do you live in your weird fun-house? she could
here the snide comment ring out from behind. Is your room the hall of
mirrors?

Frankie nervously shuffled about from foot to foot as
she desperately tried to ignore it, but already the cruel taunts and
jeers were causing their usual hefty damage to her self-esteem.

No,
no, its not a fun house! another girl cried as the veritable wolf
pack partially surrounded her from behind in a semi-circle. She lives
in the freak-show, remember? She has to share her room with beanpole,
the fat man and the dog-faced boy!

At this they all dissolved
into a round of fiendish snickering, with each giggle tearing into
their target like a red-hot knife through butter.

Yeah! Yeah! a
slightly husky girl sporting a unicorn backpack whooped excitedly. And
when she goes to bed, she has to sleep in the bearded ladys mustache!

Yeeheeheeheehee!
the twiggy blonde first grader sniggered wildly with delight at the
thought. Hey Frankie, do you get real itchy at night?

Nah, thats because sheshe.

Just
like that, they all went dead silent in perfect unison the moment they
realized someone seemed to have stolen the sun out of the sky.

Horrifically
confused, the little band immediately shot each other a few bemused
glances as they struggled to make sense of this most peculiar
phenomenon. It didnt take them too long for them to understand the
fact that they were suddenly bathed in shade not because the sun had
disappeared, but because something was casting an enormous shadow upon them all.

For
a few moments, a dead quiet descended upon them all as they all slowly
fixated their gazes upon the hulking visitor who had arrived
unannounced right in the midst of their amusement. Within a
split-second, every one of the tiny gang either went bug-eyed, utterly
slack-jawed or flat-out petrified as a statue with indescribable,
heart-wrenching terror as they slowly took stock of the massive
creature.

It had horns.

It had teeth.

It had claws.

And oh Lord, it was so very hairy.

SNORKLEPOGO!
the brunette pointed and erupted with a shrill screech, and almost
immediately the others joined in along her with an eardrum-shattering
group shriek. Without further ado, the screaming ninnies all
immediately scattered wildly like leaves in the wind in all directions,
with every one fearing for her very life. In mere moments, every single
terrified soul had vanished completely from sight, leaving nothing but
a few faint wailing echoes.

An extraordinarily dumbstruck Frankie
peered curiously about the now nearly vacant schoolyard. After a few
moments of this, the puzzled little redhead silently turned her
attention back to the colossal furry behemoth towering over her, who
leaned in, gazed right into her eyes with his enormous jet-black
pupilsand smiled meekly before greeting in a gruff whisper,

Hola, senorita Frankie.

Eduardo
seemed unusually somber as he wordlessly nodded softly. However, while
he shuffled in like a guilty toddler that had been caught robbing the
cookie jar, he contrasted immensely with his outrageously bouncy and
chipper cargo. Still sitting almost squarely atop his head where she
had ridden all the way home, Frankie beamed so brightly with untold
glee she nearly lit up the entire room.

Wilt! she
squealed happily. With this she immediately clambered down off the
bullish imaginary friend and scuttled over to Wilt and wrapped her
little arms around his ankle in a tight hug.

Someones in a good mood this afternoon! he teased with a hearty smile as he ruffled her hair affectionately. I-

You coulda
told me! the little redhead suddenly backed away and began to protest
indignantly. You didnt say anything! Nothin at all! You left me
there, a-and you didnt say you wanted tohuh?

Wilt immediately
lifted a finger to pursed lips and flashed a crafty thumbs-up and a sly
wink. Frankie quickly caught his drift and immediately clamped a hand
over her mouth in an attempt to stifle a mad fit of the giggles as she
nodded wordlessly.

So the lanky imaginary friend continued. I take it everything went okay?

Yup! she snickered as she attempted to play along. J-just fine, everything w-was-

Terrible! Eduardo suddenly moaned as he covered his face in shame. Oh, so terrible!

What?
Wilt gasped, pretending to look surprised by the abrupt confession and
forcing Frankie to redouble her efforts to muffle her laughter. What
do you mean?

Yeah! the little girl chimed in. Whadya mean?

The behemoth of an imaginary friend whimpered gruffly as he averted his gaze to the floor.

Sorry!
Wilt, I so sorry! You tell me to pick up Frankie and take her home,
butb-but he lamented sadly. But her friends, they take one look at
me, and-

However, it was absolutely foolish to believe that a
six-year-old could restrain such unbridled exhilaration for so long,
and thus Wilt didnt do so much as bat an eyelid as she suddenly burst
out squealing happily,

Yeah, he was GREAT!

Eduardo however only shook his head stubbornly as he continued to mercilessly berate himself for his failure.

No, no! They look at me, and-

Before
he could get one word further, the hulking beast was startled slightly
when the child promptly scuttled over and attempted to hug his massive
frame.

You shoulda seen it! she immediately began to jabber
happily. They were gone in like, five seconds! No, three seconds! Two
seconds! Right after they saw him! Yeah! You shoulda seen it, they were
all screaming and stuff, a-and some of them left their lunchboxes, and
they were runnin and runnin, andand

As confused as he now
felt about the whole matter, Eduardo couldnt help but let his cheeks
come aglow with a spectacular crimson.

R-really? he asked incredulously. But I-

Yeah-huh! He was awesome, Wilt! she squeaked, causing the imaginary bulls blush to intensify.

Oh, no. Eduardo murmured modesty as a wan smile began to sneak its way across his face. No, not me, I made all your friends go-

Can
he pick me up after school tomorrow? Frankie trilled hopefully as she
stroked his thick violet fur. Can he? Can he Wilt? Pleaaaase? Oooh,
can he drop me off tomorrow, too? Can he? Wilt, can he?

Not me, I couldnt.
Ed continued on, feeling massively bewildered by the childs incessant
genuine praise. Your friends see me, a-and theywait, why you want-

Cmon,
of course you can, Ed! Wilt laughed. Ill take to Madame Foster about
it, she wont mind! You can get to the school and back on your own, who
says you cant do this again?

Not me! Frankie announced in a
goofy singsong manner. Eduardo smiled weakly and nearly went as red as
a ripe tomato as the child eagerly tightened her squeeze upon him.

I-if Frankie wants me to he began to sheepishly relent under their strong encouragement. But,

Dont
worry about it, youll be fine! Besides, Wilt added as he flashed
Frankie a sly wink. You havent been properly introduced to all her
friends yet!

Yeah! she giggled and nodded furiously. Trust me, theyd love to see you again

The End