Frankie Foster had always been the one in charge at Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. She ran a tight ship, making sure everything ran smoothly and that all the imaginary friends were well taken care of. But tonight, she was feeling restless.
She lay on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV. She scoffed at the cheesy romantic comedy playing, muttering to herself, "As if love is really that simple." She sighed and tossed the remote aside, closing her eyes and trying to relax.
But her peace was short-lived. She felt a tickle on her foot and her eyes snapped open. She looked down to see a group of imaginary friends, led by Eduardo, sneaking up on her. She jumped up, startled. "Eduardo, what are you doing? You scared me!" she exclaimed.
Eduardo grinned, revealing his oversized teeth. "We just want to play a little game, Frankie," he said.
Frankie crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "What kind of game?" she asked, skeptical.
Eduardo's grin widened. "A tickling game. Come on, Frankie, it'll be fun."
Before Frankie could protest, the group of imaginary friends pounced on her. She tried to fight back, but they were too strong. They tickled and wrestled her to the ground, their laughter filling the room.
Eduardo leaned in, his face close to Frankie's. "You know you like it, Frankie," he whispered.
Frankie's cheeks flushed. "I do not!" she retorted.
Eduardo chuckled and winked. "Then why are you squirming so much?"
Frankie's face turned serious. "Stop it, guys. I mean it," she said, trying to push them off.
But the imaginary friends didn't listen. Witt, a thin and lanky imaginary friend, started to undo Frankie's skirt.
Frankie's eyes widened. "What are you doing, Witt?" she asked.
Witt grinned. "Just having a little fun, Frankie," he said.
Blu, a small and mischievous imaginary friend, started to undo Frankie's shirt.
Frankie's face turned red. "Stop it! This isn't funny!" she shouted.
But the imaginary friends didn't stop. Eduardo pulled down Frankie's panties, revealing her bare pussy. Frankie's heart raced as she felt Eduardo's thick dick enter her. She tried to push him off, but he was too strong.
Witt entered Frankie's ass, and Blu entered her mouth. Frankie's sneaker-clad legs twitched on both sides of Eduardo's purple fur ass.
The imaginary friends finished one by one, each in their own hole. Frankie lay on the floor, her skirt up and her panties pushed off her pussy.
Mac entered the room, unable to resist the sight. He climbed on top of Frankie and started to fuck her in her pussy, not listening to her protests.
Frankie's face turned red with anger and embarrassment. "Mac, stop it! I'm not a toy for you to play with!" she shouted.
But Mac didn't listen. He finished inside Frankie's pussy and got up, leaving Frankie lying on the floor.
Mr. Harriman, the rabbit-like imaginary friend, entered the room. He scolded Frankie for what happened and bent her across the table, fucking her in the ass.
Frankie's face turned serious. "Mr. Harriman, please. I didn't mean for this to happen," she said.
But Mr. Harriman didn't listen. He finished inside Frankie's ass and got up, leaving Frankie lying on the table.
Frankie sighed, feeling defeated. She knew that she was now an accessible whore for all the inhabitants of the house. She got up, straightening her clothes. She took a deep breath and walked out of the room, determined to take control of the situation.
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