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A Foster’s Fantasy II: Return To The Tunnels.	By : Wendell Urth Category: +1 through F > Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends Views: 1517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Return To The Tunnels
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A Foster’s Fantasy II: Return To The Tunnels.
Disclaimer: Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends and all associated or other characters belong to their respective creators and owners, not me. I receive no compensation whatsoever for this story.
Frankie, Mac & Goo’s magical adventures in the caverns beneath The Home continue.
Goo sat on the beach in the warm sunshine, working on the sandcastle that would never be completed! It was 15 feet tall and nearly 10 feet deep under the sand. Right now, her sand people were firing sand canon and throwing sand spears at the approaching sand copters. “Never should have put that landing pad on the castle roof,” she thought. “’Specially not after all that work on the helicopters.” Sand helicopters are notoriously hard to build, especially the sand chopper blades.
She sighed and looked out at the water. Frankie and Mac were playing in the surf. Frankie and Mac, Mac and Frankie. And Goo. Always room here for Goo. In this place they were her whole world. An endless beach, an endless sea. Morning sun, afternoon, evening. Long starry nights filled with moons and comets.
Frankie was popping out of the water, grabbing Mac under the arms and throwing him in the air as he laughed and plunged deep in the tide. Goo admired the way Frankie’s large round breasts bobbled and wobbled and bounced. Her deep red/pink nipples were a blur. Every part of her body seemed to be in motion as the ocean waves crashed and rolled about her.
Goo looked down at her own naked chest. No breasts yet, just curves. Her nipples were a deep brown, almost black. “Funny how different they are from hers! Hers are like actually baby bottle nipples, pink and long with indentations in the top… mine are what? Berries, yeah… tops of berries, kinda’ like spongy berries…”
Goo pushed her breasts together, or the places where breasts were developing and tried to imagine having nice big soft bouncing titties like Frankie. They began to change, but not like Frankie’s. They grew into apples, firm & ripe with the big cream-colored areola (Mac called them “Oreos,” silly boy!).
She stretched; she was over 6-foot-tall now with long, long strong legs. She admired the way she looked. Her dark naked body glistened with sweat. She could see her pelvic bones, her pussy. Black coarse pubic hair atop her slit. Labia. Her thighs. She wondered if this would be her when she grew up. She wouldn’t mind. Well defined abs. A strong woman with a toned dancer’s body or a runner.
Mac was running up the beach towards her. She imagined what the small, sturdy little boy she loved might look like as an adult. His soft little cock, three… maybe four inches, bouncing over his firm hairless balls. But he was bigger now, his flapping dick, six or eight inches… He was still nearly half a head shorter than her. That was OK. He had broad muscular shoulders. He was built for strength, not for speed.
He laughed as a crashing sand helicopter exploded over his head. He scooped Goo up in his arms, threw her over his shoulder and ran up towards the endless dunes. She laughed and pounded him on the back, while planting kisses and hickies. He rubbed his scratchy, beard stubbled chin against her naked ass.
Frankie splashed out of the water and slowly approached. She was thin and short. Her red hair bedraggled by ocean surf. For a moment, she looked like the half-drowned, lost ten-year-old girl she was. Alone. Lonely. Lost. Then she saw Goo and Mac, by the dunes, kissing, stroking, cuddling. They waved to the young red head. She was wanted. She would never be alone again.

Frankie cursed under her breath. She had been cleaning the main hallway for what seemed like hours. It was raining outside and the furrier Imaginary Friends were leaving puddles and clumps of wet hair every time the main door slammed open and shut. Open and shut. More work for her.
“Miss Frances” screamed the loudspeaker. “Kindly stop your lollygagging and report to my office immediately,” came the tones of her boss, the annoying Imaginary rabbit. Sometimes she wished there was a way to unimagine him. She sighed.
Bloo ran by. Part of his endless game teasing bigger, angrier Imaginary Friends until they could stand no more and tried to kill the little blue blob. Frankie stopped him… or tried to. She finally pinned him against the wall with the wet end of a mop. She’d have to clean that wet spot later.
Bloo, “Frankieeeeee, I have to hideeeee, the Gollywogger is after me and….”
“Listen, go find Mac and Goo, tell them it’s time for a meeting.”
Bloo looked rebellious. Frankie said, “Someone is looking to skip dinner tonight. Every night this week.”
“Jeez Frankie, no need for threats. I’ll tell ‘em… if I see ‘em.”
“Jeez Bloo, no need for threats, I’ll feed if…”
Bloo blew some raspberries (or in his case, Bloo blew Bloo-berries) and ran off.
“Miss Frances” screamed the loudspeaker again. Frankie headed for her room. There was a trapdoor in the closet, leading far below the old Home.

Mac, Frankie and Goo all approached from different entrances. Madame Foster and Mr. Harriman had given up trying to close them all off. The more they tried, the more new ones opened. It was the nature of the magic remaining in the Home.
Entering the cavern with its endless tunnels and rooms, they held hands. It was important if they wanted to go to their planned destination. It was easy to get distracted and end up in the wrong place. Some of the rooms were great for games, though they never were the same twice. The first time they had entered the huge cavern they all became children playing pirates, endlessly switching roles. The last time, however, the game was Pirates Vs Aliens. Pirate Captain Goo had innocently stated that “everyone knows the dirty alien scum always have to lose” which upset Lizard Captain ‘Frankie the Dirty Alien Scum’ so much that the war lasted at least three centuries longer than it had to… and led to her eating all the human prisoners, which wasn’t fair since the alien lizards tasted gross to the valiant human Pirates.
Other tunnels lead to other places, some fun, some not so fun. Like the downward sloping tunnel to the left (or was it the one that branched upwards to the right?).
The War With No Name: A young courier, Corporal Mac had been in a trench when a shell had exploded overhead. He was rushed to Nurse Captain Frances’ tent. It was so clear that no amount of skilled nursing could save him. She kissed him on the forehead, held a cold compress to his face. That was all the medical training she had. She sat with him as he lay dying. She had run out of cold compresses. She cursed “this awful war.” Then closed the tent flap, blew out the candle which was the only light, unbuttoned his trousers to say goodbye the only way she knew how. His cock, which was the only undamaged part of his anatomy, sprang to attention one last time. She crawled on top of him, lowering herself to half-mast, then rising again. Attention, at ease. Attention, at ease. She rose like the flag in the morning then lowered herself like the flag at night. Up and down, down and up. Faster and faster. He came inside her. The poor dying boy saluted her, and died as she wept.
An enemy sniper had endangered the life of Gun-Captain Mac, shooting him the shoulder 127 times during a routine night patrol. Nurse Goo swept the dying handsome young officer under her cape as she tended to his wounds with the last band-aid on the Eastern-Northern-Western-Southern Front. She kissed the poor lad on the lips, on the chest, then down his belly to his fleshy canon which rose to fire off one more round, a last salute. He died in her mouth, doing his duty for his country one last time.

There were rooms where the games were more realistic. In some they may have been living the lives of actual people. Those rooms were sometimes the brightest… and sometimes the saddest. Like the sailor off to war spending his last night in the arms of the teenage girl he loved. She would have his child on her 17^th birthday and never knew where or when his ship had sunk. Had that been real? Mac believed so. Frankie didn’t want to talk about it.

There was one place though, where they could play their games as themselves. All aspects of their lives were accessible. The beach. It was the hardest place to find, the place with the greatest pool of magic remaining.
Today, Goo a strong, agile, capable woman in her late-forties. A hedonist, living a life devoted to pleasures of the body and soul. Mac, her young lover, a man in his early twenties, full of lust and life, in the full bloom of his sexual prowess. Frankie, a girl in her teens, the first flush of womanhood, a virgin waiting to leave her childhood behind. Three people anxious to share their bodies and souls.
As Frankie approached, she was beckoned by Mistress Goo, who had her mouth around the shaft of her lover’s cock. She slathered his dick until it was completely moistened. His hands were on her head, guiding her as she slurped her way around his meaty cock. Frankie sank to her knees. Mistress Goo released the shaft and kissed the young girl, allowing her to share the taste of the older woman’s mouth. She was guided then to his erect shaft, so powerful. She resisted for a moment. They waited for her, then she took him in her mouth. It was hot and wet and musky and Mistress Goo laughed gently at her inability to take more than just the head in. “Like this, dear.” Slowly she took more until nearly half his length was inside. He began to slowly withdraw only to push again, deeper this time. “Find the rhythm dear, find how much you can take. Then take more. Take it all.”
Mistress Goo’s hands went to Frankie’s small, pert breasts. Mac withdrew from the girl’s mouth and Mistress Goo and Frankie shared kisses and spit, sucking and nibbling on their handsome young lover’s member.
A heavy, firm ball was passed from Mistress Goo’s experienced mouth to young Frankie’s tender one. They shared a kiss and a lick on his testicles.
Frankie leaned back on the grassy dune. Mac lowered himself on her while Mistress Goo kissed the girl. Then she teased his cock over Frankie’s opening, rubbing the head of his dick in the spreading juiciness of her slit. Teasing the petals open. Mac now had one of her nipples in his mouth, using his teeth gently, but firmly on her. Playing with her nips. Teasing until she moaned. She was desperate to be mounted, to be made a woman here and now by these two people she loved.
Goo held his shaft firmly and penetrated the girl with it, who now screamed and grunted at the short, sharp pain she endured as she was opened for the first time. He let the head and perhaps two inches rest inside her until she was ready for more. Another inch and another. Her breathing was a heavy rasp. He withdrew slightly as she inhaled, panted and he thrust into her deeper. Her virginity was torn away. Her body shook under his, her breasts and belly crushed under his weight. He penetrated deeper, deeper and pulled nearly all the way out, then thrust as hard as he could.
At some point, pain had been replaced, first by numbness then by a feeling of pleasure she had never experienced before. Mistress Goo was kissing her, tongues dancing, sharing spit and breath. Instinctively Frankie wrapped her legs around Macs ass to pull him deeper.
His motion was slow at first, long slow strokes into her and out, into her and out. Mistress Goo smiled as their bodies began to slap moistly together. They sped up, Macs eyes were closed as he began pounding his way to Frankie’s core as her hips flashed upwards to meet his thrusts, slap, slap, slap.
Mac rolled over bringing Frankie on top as he reached into her deepest places. Mistress Goo mounted Mac’s straining face as Frankie began to tremble, shake and rock in the throes of her first orgasm. She panted, moaned, panted, moaned and screamed into Mistress Goo’s mouth. She leaned forward, pressing her face into the older woman’s firm breast. Began suckling her. Mac grabbed her by the waist and began bouncing her on his shaft, harder, harder until he was throwing her down as hard as she could to stretch her tightness. He suddenly began to jackhammer into her, eight, ten, fifteen or more times and she cried out as they came together. He emptied himself into the center of her being, she was scalded as his hot cum shot into her.
Mistress Goo was riding waves and waves of pleasure as his talented tongue drove deep into her slit. She began bucking her hips between chin and nose, short, sharp, power thrusts, working her clit with her hand until a powerful wave of cum suddenly covered his face. Spraying him. He lapped up every drop, thirsty for more.
The sun had set, the sky was its deepest blue as the first stars came out. They slept; Frankie’s young body pressed up against Mistress Goo. Mac’s powerful frame against Frankie’s back.

They awoke with first light, Goo and Franny, two girls in their early teens, wondering what life had in store for them. Mac, a boy twelve or so. The three of them here to play on the beach. Franny whispered in the ear of her best friend Goo, who elbowed her in the ribs.
“TheBoysNaked!”
“Duhhhh! We are too.”
“OhYeah, IKinda’ForgotForAMoment… LookAtHisAssWillYa?!”
“You look at his ass, I wanna’ get another look at his dick.”
“YouActLikeYouNeverSawOneBefore…”
“Bet I’ve seen more than you!”
Meanwhile, Mac was strolling through the surf, wondering about the naked girls who were giggling and whispering behind him. He wasn’t sure about being naked around these girls, girls usually scared him. But he thought it might be OK. He knew them, they were nice. Franny and Goo.
He had trouble remembering his own name. He wanted to ask, but they were deep in a private conversation… Were they laughing at him? Because he was naked? But they were naked too. That wasn’t fair.
“Excuse me… Uh?”
“Hi Mac!” the red head said.
“Oh yeah. Mac! It’s Mac,” he thought. “Mac.”
“My friend wants to know why you’re naked!” said Franny.
“Goo’s naked too! We all are!”
“It’s ok for girls, dummy! Boys shouldn’t be naked. Boys are dirty minded. All you think about is sex!”
“It’s not all I think about,” replied Mac, defensively.
Goo whispered in Franny’s ear. Franny continued, “She said, ‘What else do you think about?’”
Mac looked uncomfortable, turned a little red. Looked around and said. “Stuff, I think about stuff. Other stuff. Not just sex… You know, stuff?” Then he thought to himself, “Wow, great answer stupid! Stuff.”
Both girls broke out laughing.
Mac went red in the face, turned and ran away… He didn’t cry, not in front of them. But he wanted to.
Goo caught up to him, but he wouldn’t stop. She finally had to tackle him in the wet sand. Franny followed; she was upset. “I’m sorry Mac, I’m sorry.”
“MeToo,” Goo said. They sat in the sand for a moment. Goo wiped the sand from Mac’s face. Leaned over and kissed him. Then gently held the back of his head. Kissed him some more. Mouth to mouth. It was nice. It was very nice. Then Franny kissed her and then him. That was nice too.
They played in the sand, they played in the water. The sun was warm on their skin, but never too hot. Franny’s pale skin turned a little red but never burned. Goo’s dark skin grew a little darker, a little more freckled. Mac tanned. It was all good.
The girls looked so different. He stared between their legs when he thought they didn’t notice (they did!). Franny had slit, little fold at the top where sparse, curly dark red curls grew. The skin around the slit was a deeper shade pink than the rest of her body. He noticed the slit open slightly when she ran or jumped. He wanted to look closer, but he was afraid.
Goo was so many different shades of brown! From her nipples and around her pubes where the skin was nearly black to pale brown and cocoa where she hadn’t been exposed to the sun often before. He marveled at her shades and tones of skin. There were small, soft lips protruding from her slit, the skin was brown and pink. There was a hood and button peeking out from the thick black curly hair at the top.
Franny suddenly stopped during a game of tag. She looked at Mac’s cock. “What?” he said, thinking something was wrong, worried that they might know what he had been thinking.
“It’s bigger now, harder than before, isn’t it? I know that happens with boys. Are you excited? Do I make you excited?”
“I guess. Yeah. Is that OK?” He took her hand.
“Yeah. Yeah.” She blushed, flushed. The skin across the bridge of her nose turned bright red. Embarrassed, she looked away. The color spread down her chest and across her small pink breasts. Then she looked back at him and smiled.
They walked up the beach till they found Goo. They didn’t have to speak. Goo took Mac’s other hand and they found their way to the dunes where it was shady. Three became as one.

It was dangerous to stay here too long. One or more of them might forget who they were. It happened here, sometimes. If they all forgot, they might never go home.
When they returned from the caverns, only a few minutes would have passed. But what if they never returned, would time stop in the House or the rest of the world? And if they all forgot who they were, who would they become? The thing they feared most, was forgetting each other. Losing each other. Wandering away alone. This place seemed endless.
This was the danger. This placed brought them together in a way the real world couldn’t. Back there Frankie was a grown woman. Mac a child and Goo a young teen. They could be friends… sort of. They couldn’t be what they wanted to be, what they needed to be.
But they could here. Deep in the bowels of the mansion, where there was magic.
Three very lonely people could be together. Here.

They returned to the Mansion. Mr. Harriman was nearly hoarse, wanting to know why his employee to hadn’t finished cleaning the hallway she had been working on moments before. “Because you paged me! You… You… You bunny, you!” she sputtered.
“No excuses you lazy young woman!” he harrumphed.
Mac rescued Bloo who was nearly cornered by the Gollywogger under the third-floor stairway.
Goo was sitting in the kitchen, trying to draw a map of the caverns from memory.
Lunch time at Foster’s was always a noisy gathering... Except for the three humans who shared quiet glances, wishing they could bring their love to the real world.
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A Foster’s Fantasy II: Return To The Tunnels.