Yo Guys Geo here and if you read the A-Note Red posted in Life in Royals woods then you would know that we were gonna post two more things before 2024 ended and before we returned in January and this is is the first was legends of metropolis and the 2nd this one here is the Reign of Mac as he stated 2025 is when we'll get a TON of older stories updated and Reign of Mac is the first of many to get this treatment as always i hope you all enjoy because if you want you can leave your ideas for Frankie's to join Mac's Harem.

this chapter was made by me and my good friend parallacks from AO3.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Slowly peeking his head out of the doorway, Mac looked around the corner and luckily didn't see hide nor hair of Frankie or Herriman or even Bloo. He was thankful that his best friend was still being sick and bedridden, but he could never be too careful. In fact, he didn't see anybody, so the coast was clear. Tiptoeing across, Mac slowly made his way to the secret door, and quickly going down to the secret room.

'Here's hoping nobody finds me.' He muttered in his thoughts, making his way down the stairs and into the area, where he could hear the talk and moans of the Frankies. "H-Hey ladies! I'm back!" He interrupted their conversations with a wave and a smile, as they all brightened up when they laid their eyes on him. Some of them even moaned from seeing him.

"Hey! It's him! Hi there!"

"Hey, handsome~. Couldn't get enough of us~?"
"Do me first! Do me fiiiiirstt!"

Mac blushed, thinking he was like a celebrity. He then walked around, wondering who to take. It was like he was shopping for the Frankie he was going to have for the hour. Given he had just found out about this room a day prior (with Madame Foster's permission to be here in secret, unbeknownst to the real Frankie and Herriman), he still didn't know which Frankie he wanted to have fun with first. It was then that Mac found a rope being tossed around his waist. Before he knew it, he was yanked and lassoed to a nearby cage.

"Well well well, lookie what the cattle brought back~. A yummy lil' varmit~." This particular Frankie purred, making Mac tense up. It was then he noticed her attire: a tanned leather vest, with a plaid buttoned shirt that acted like a barely restraining bra for her huge udders. Along with thigh high cowgirl boots, very thin denim short shorts, a miniature ten gallon hat, and her red hair also in a braided ponytail that went down her back, she was the perfect depiction of a sexy cow wrangling sheriff from the old West.

"What's a lil cutie like you doin' in a dangerous snake pit like this? Those wardens upstairs know ya here?" The sheriff Frankie giggled with narrowed eyes, as Mac tried his best not to focus on her massive HH cup boobs and perky nipples peaking out from the plaid shirt.

"Hehehehe… Uh, well Madame Foster let me come down here. Honest! So uhhmmm… kinda?" He reasoned, seeing no reason to lie to someone who could just pull him to her whenever she wants. She smirked in return.

"Well, shoot. Ain't you somethin'...? Now that I got ya right where I want ya, hows about you let ol' Frankie here roll out the welcome mat~?" The sheriff Frankie purred, her hand diving into his pants and pulled them down. "Huh? Great horny toads! Y-You're…!" She gasped seeing all nine inches of Mac, dangling between his legs. It was literally a snake in his trousers: thick, long and goddamn dangerous if left to an easily aroused woman. "Damn kid! Yer bigger than a bull after getting stung by a swarm of bees down there!" She snapped in shock, making him blush.

"Yeah... my mom says I got it from my dad." Mac puffed his chest with pride, feeling proud of his size.

"No kiddin'... Now you're NEVER gonna leave my cage~!" She declared, yanking the rope that bound Mac even tighter around him and his arms, making him wince. Gently pushing Mac onto his butt on the floor, she then dropped to her knees to suck him off.

"Gaaaahhhh!" Mac gasped, yet tried to keep his voice down. He felt his skin crawl at the feeling of her warm wet mouth engulfing his dick, gently yet aggressively, bobbing her head quick and hard. 'This… feels…. amazing!' Mac thought as she started to ease into the fellatio. He thought she was relaxing to catch her breath, but then he gasped and let himself crinkle like a juice box when she sucked his dick harder and faster.

"Mmmmmph~! Mmmmmhmhmhmmm~!" Sheriff Frankie laughed with the cock inside her mouth, loving the way the young boy was writhing underneath her. She then lifted Mac up and placed him on a nearby shelf, to better suck him off.

"Ngh! Ahhhhhh!" Mac grunted, feeling the uncomfortable urge as he held her head down close to his crotch. Sheriff Frankie felt her eyes widen with surprise as white hot boy splooge forced itself deep inside of her throat. The sheriff was in total elation, yet managed to gulp it all down in five very loud audible gulps, loving the taste of the seed. Pulling back with an audible POP, she smiled and exhaled with satisfaction.

"Sheeeeee-oot! That was tastier than a pot of hickory smoked pot roast~!" The sheriff complimented, lapping her lips, as the other Frankies all had looks of jealousy and pouts on their faces.

"Wow…! My first blowjob…!" Mac was in amazement, a wide smile on his face. While it wasn't the first time cumming, he now had what most boys and men wish they had. It was very surreal, and the sheriff Frankie smirked at his cute expression.

"Now then… What say you come over here? And break in this bronco, kid~?" She said, waving her ass to him, her arms holding onto the walls of the cage. The irony not lost to Mac, he pumped his fists, psyched up and ready to ride some cowgirl.

"Alright!" Mac exclaimed, hopping towards the eager Sheriff Frankie, who bit her lips with anticipation. 'This is gonna feel way better than my fleshlight~!' He thought eagerly and excitedly, prodding and sliding his cock between her buns, before shoving and penetrating the pussy with his cock.

"Ahh~! Holy fuck~! Buck me~! Ride me, cowboy~! Shove it all deep inside of me~!" The Sheriff begged, with only the head inside her. Mac pushed in even deeper and that got her to holler more! "OHHHH YES~! JUS' LIKE THAT, SEXY~!"

Mac gripped her hips well, fingers digging into her asscheeks, at least, as best as he could with his tiny hands. Rawdogging harder and harder, fucking her deeper and deeper, harder and harder, pure and raw, as her moans of pleasure soon turned into screams of lust and joy, the elation affecting the other Frankies into a lust-filled frenzy.

Meanwhile, on the foyer upstairs*

"Hrrmm…"

Frankie tapped her foot with her arms crossed. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her mouth crinkled into a frown, as she irritatedly began to huff like a bull. Her patience wearing thin, she leaned on the stairs and checked her phone, for the millionth time.

"Ugh! Seriously! When is it coming!?" She shouted to herself, her huffs and growls of impatience echoing in the halls of Foster's home. The doorbell then suddenly rang, and after a few seconds, she quickly made her way to the door and forced it open. "Yes yes YES? Do you have it?" Frankie blurted out like a madwoman as the mailman just stood there with a shocked look. Only the silence between the two, with the lone whistling of the wind, made it ever so awkward.

"Y-Yessss?" He uneasily moved to the side, wheeling in a massively covered up cage. Frankie felt her eye twitch.

ANOTHER batch of imposters.

"Uhmm, okay. I wasn't talking about the cage, but I still need it. So thank you, but I meant the OTHER thing!" Frankie corrected the mailman, and he nodded, a little less uneasy, and pulled out a small box. Frankie excitedly took the box and shoved the mailman out and down the stairs. Closing the door, she opened it up and smiled at the scent that welcomed her.

The scent of Madame Foster's cookies.

Ever since her grandma started to mass produce her delicious cookies (getting the idea from when Bloo did the same thing), Madam Foster stopped making them at the house. Considering the last time she did, Frankie ate five bags of flour, literally ate every last egg in the fridge, vomited it all out, and not regretting it at all, she now had to resort to ordering them online, just to get her fix. To ease the stress.

Before Frankie could devour the cookies, she heard a thump coming from the cage. Giving a growl and an eyeroll she knew she had to place her doppelgangers down in the secret basement.

"Oi! Move over, you git!"

"My feet hurt! Can any of you uncultured swine massage them?"

"Has anyone seen the fruit? I MUST find the fruit~!"

"Forget the fruit! Someone's standing on my tail!"

"My boobs hurt!"

"Yeah, and their big too~"

Hearing this made Frankie scowl. She often wondered just how many weirdos were out there, not just lusting over her, but degenerate enough to create a bunch of horny clones of her? While she resisted very hard to glare at the fourth wall, she made her way to the door and unlocked it.

Back to the Mac*

"YES~! YES~! FUCK ME HARDER!" Sheriff Frankie howled with reckless abandon, rattling her cage harder and harder from the way Mac rode her like a bull. Her body writhed and spasmed from every thrust he sent down her body, taking control and fucking her like a cow girl, only to hear a gasp.

"Someone's coming!" One of the Frankies gasped and warned, as all of the Frankies froze with fear. Sheriff Frankie, lost in her pleasure, didn't hear the warning and kept riding.

"Grrrrr! Stupid cage!" Frankie grunted from a distance, as she tried to pull the massive cage downstairs. Oddly enough, the rattling of the cage she was pulling was obfuscating the sounds of sex.

"It'ssssssssss Big Sssssssis!" A lizard-like version of Frankie hissed out, as Mac finally registered the words. Looking around, he saw the shadow of his real redhead crush beginning to appear, and started to panic. If she saw him down there, she was going to kill him!

Looking around and thinking quickly, Mac grabbed the underside of Sheriff Frankie's jacket and tucked himself inside the jacket. Then he used all of his weight to flip her on her back and pull her onto the floor, her face only showing itself in the light of the cage, making it look like she had passed out from a heavy masturbation session. 'Auuugh… This feels mega uncomfortable, but here's hoping she doesn't see me, or else I'm dead!' Mac grunted, pulling down the sheriff when she tried to raise her hips and continue the love-making.

"Alright! Got another batch of you weirdos." Frankie grumbled, as the others all started to sweat nervously hoping she wouldn't catch Mac.

'Uh oh…! No nonononono! Gonna… Hrrk! Gonna cum…!' Mac thought as he could feel Sheriff Frankie's pussy literally and carelessly squeezing and sucking his dick dry.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!" Sheriff Frankie screamed, making all the other Frankies, from the clones and the newbies to the original, jump in surprise. Suddenly, the real Frankie darted her eyes towards the Sheriff, not seeing Mac at all, and became completely disgusted at the sight of her Sheriff clone's ahegao face.

"I swear to God, you stupid imaginary copy. Maybe if you're going to masterbate, how about waiting until, oh I don't know, WHEN I'M NOT FUCKING HERE!?" Frankie screeched, completely losing her cool at the Sheriff Frankie, who was basically like a doll at this point, her face frozen and cross-eyed, snapshotting the ecstasy. Silence was her answer, and the original Frankie gritted her teeth before she reared her foot and…

BANG!

Her foot kicked the bars, rattling the cages, startling Sheriff Frankie out of her pleasure and stared back with wide eyes, before she sheepishly laughed. "Ehehe~... H-Howdy~?"

"That's it? That's all you have to say?" Frankie retorted.

"Ehhh~... Are those cookies I smell from you~?" Sheriff Frankie replied.

Frankie simply had her eye twitch in anger and irritation, and stormed off, having no time for this. Wanting to eat her snack in peace and NOT share it with the other airheaded Frankies, she made her way upstairs and slammed the door behind her.

"Man, that was close…" Mac trailed off, relieved and happy he wasn't caught. The smell of sex, along with the echoes of the wails of pleasure from Sheriff Frankie still rang, making the other Frankies silent, before one of them perked up.

"Mooooo~." A voice rang out from the next cage over, as Mac turned his head. Shockingly, it was another Frankie who was on her knees, blocked by two sets of bars, but this one had small pointed horns on her head and a black and white spotted tail. What made her especially different, one that both shocked and turned him on harshly, was that this kind of Frankie had two sets of breasts, both sizing up at HHH, engorged perky nipples, with each one dripping milk.

Mac slowly stood up and gulped nervously as Sheriff Frankie chuckled.

"Well well, looks like ol' milky tits here wants you~." The western dressed woman purred as Cow Frankie placed her pussy against the bars.

"Moo~! Moomoooo~?" Cow Frankie mooed out, as if asking for some good feed for her nether lips. Mac was only too happy to oblige.

"...Well, I'm not one to disappoint. C'mere you!" Mac engaged the cow between the bars, jamming two fingers into her pussy. This got her to gasp and moan at the sudden penetration, rocking her hips, as Mac could feel her pussy constrict and twitch around his fingers, yanking them to make them go deeper like a wild animal.

"Mooooo~! MOOOO~! Ahhhh~...!" Cow Frankie alternated between luscious 'ahhs' and slutty 'moos', slowly sucking more and more of Mac's hand inside.

"You reeeeally want this, don't you?" Mac taunted, smirking when she nodded obediently like a slut, before he pushed his fingers deeper, hitting all of the right spots, while his other hand pinched and flicked her bean. In a matter of seconds, he then inserted his entire hand inside her, making the woman gasp at the stretching of her pussy. Despite her larger size, pushing his hand deep inside of her naturally made it much easier, until her pussy muscles clenched harder than ever before.

"Mooooo~! Moomoomoomoomooo~!" The Cow Frankie cried out, her hips now starting to move back and forth on his hand.

"Gaahh! Damn, you're tightening up!" Mac chuckled, gritting his teeth at the strength of her hips. He wriggled his fingers all around her insides, finding and stroking her G-spot, while pinching her clit, making her scream in pure joy, orgasming and squirting her juices in his face and floor.

"Huh… Creamy." Mac commented, licking his fingers once he pulled his hand out of her pussy, nice and slow. Suddenly, he yelped in surprise when Sheriff Frankie gripped his hand and sucked the juices off her fingers. The sensual moans from the recovering sheriff slut really made Mac's brain tingle.

"Mmmmmmm, nice and creamy, just like how they do it back home~. When it comes to whistlin' dixie, cow girls really are the best, perfect for a cute lil' huckleberry like you, wouldn't you say~?" She moaned as she licked in between his fingers and sucked on each and everyone of them.

"Moooo!" Cow Frankie sharply moaned, rubbing her pussy against Mac's dick, now fully hardened.

"I reckon she wantin' ya bad, so go git her, lil' huck~." Sheriff Frankie smirked, aligning herself behind the young shota, as she grabbed his dick, directed it right at the entrance of Cow Frankie's pussy, and shoved his hips with her own, penetrating the cow directly.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!" Cow Frankie cried out, seeing stars as she felt her lower body being stretched out immensely, as her pupils were being replaced with hearts.

"Ohhhh yeah~! Fuuuuuck YEAH!" Mac exclaimed, riding the Cow Frankie's bucking hips like no tomorrow. He, along with Sheriff Frankie's help, slammed his hips against the bars as his cock went deep inside the cowgirl flawlessly like a sleeve.

"That's it, lil' huck~! Oughta reach reeeeeally deep~! Scrape her insides reeeeeeeeeeeal good~!" The Sheriff licked his ears, leaning forward on top of him, and pressing him deeper inside of the cowgirl, her arms pulling Cow Frankie close, sandwiching him so deep, nobody could even see her.

"Yeah! Fuck her good!"

"Fill that whore up!"

"Fuck the cow!"

"Do it, little boy~! Do her good~!"

The other Frankies cheered on, like it was a football stadium's halftime show, as they watched Mac fuck Cow Frankie like a bull, each one of them excitedly and eagerly awaiting for their turn next.

"Moooo!~ Mooooo~! MoooMOOOOOO~!" Cow Frankie moaned as Mac leaned forward, gripped all four of her breasts, and squeezed her massive nipples between her fingers. This got her to spray her milk directly on the floor.

"Holy…! She's even tighter when I milk her!" Mac grunted as the wet pussy noises, from the squelches and plaps, all throughout the basement.

"Haah~! If yer gonna shoot, then shoot~! Less talkin', more CUMMIN~!" Sheriff pulled back and slammed, her own superior strength squishing Mac on their soft bodies so hard, it was making his white hot cock milk travel up forcefully through his shaft's fucktube.

"Gggghhhh~! Cummiiiiiing~!" Mac cried out, as they all cheered him on.

"KNOCK HER UP~! KNOCK HER UP~! KNOCK HER UP!" All the other Frankies all exclaimed happily and seductively, resigning themselves to their base instincts to breed, as they witnessed Mac give one final slam and came inside of her womb hard.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!" One more final moo from the Cow Frankie pierced through the entire noise, as the bars rattled from the quake of the orgasmic force that Mac had released. Her own womb inflated with nearly a gallon of seed, enough to bloat her belly for days on end. This orgasmic shockwave echoed throughout the basement, making all of the Frankies orgasm hard, their hips aimed up or on their walls and blasting their femcum. After a minute of orgasms and choruses of moans, the Frankies finally calmed down.

"Mooooo~..." The Cow Frankie finally slid off of the bars, laying in her own pool of juices and milk. Mac was released from the still-orgasming Sheriff Frankie, who laid flat on her caged floor. Mac then smiled, before suddenly…

BANG!

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?" A voice rang out. Mac felt his heart jump up to his throat as a figure stomped in, anger furrowed on her face. The other Frankies all gasped and stiffened. It was the real Frankie.

"Uh oh… Uhhh uhhhhhh!" Mac tried to stammer and flailed his arms in a panic when the real Frankie glared at him with fire and the intent to wring out a neck. "F-F-Frankie! Wait a minute! I… I can explain, it's all just a misunderstanding! It's…" Mac quivered under her intense glare, as Frankie walked closer… right past him, pushing a nearby lamp closer to the table.

"There we go! All fixed!" She cheerily clapped her hands together like a dumb slut, as Mac got a closer look at her. The crossed eyes, the exposed midriff, and the more wild hair in the pony tail… It wasn't the real Frankie, but the ORIGINAL Imaginary Frankie! The first to come out of many others, one modeled after a real dumb slut….and quite possibly WAS a real dumb slut.

"Oh… it's jus' the second Big Sis." Sheriff Frankie, along with many other Frankies, sighed in relief, as Imaginary Frankie happily skipped over.

"Yep, it's me! The three and only~! seven if you count my big boobies~!" She introduced herself with gusto and sheer stupidity, so much so that Sheriff Frankie reached out and slapped her in the back of her head, and the rump of her ass.

"DON'T SCARE US LIKE THAT YA DERN VARMIT! I THOUGHT HELL WAS A-COMIN'!" The Sheriff Frankie chastised in utter anger.

"Ooooooow!" She whined as she held the spots that were slapped. "Don't be such a meanie! Oh?" Her crossed eyes then turned and focused on Mac, who was still white as a sheet from before. "Hi Mac! Uhmmm… what're you dooooooing here~?" She smiled sweetly and playfully.

"Uhhhhhhhhh… discussing… uhmmm d-discussing old wester Root beer! That! But a better question… I thought you got adopted? Why are you back?" He answered, countering her question with his own. She only looked confused before remembering.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeaaahhhhh… They didn't want me. Something about the dad going to jail for trying to kill me for uhhh, what did he call it? Oh yeah! 'Making his son a man' when I shoulda have been focusing more on him. So when his wife hit him with a lamp and tied him up and sliced his neck and pee-pee off with a big knife, and then poured this weird stuff all over him, took the boy and me out of the house, and she then set it on fire, I was so focused on the fire instead~! It was so pretty to watch, even when she dropped me off a few hours ago here. Anyway, I've been standing outside waiting for my big sis to open the door, but I forgot how the doorbell worked, so I just… came here~." The dumb Frankie explained with a ditzy smile, as the entire basement went dead silent.

"Oh. Oh wow. I-I… th-that's… very… morbid! Yeah, morbid… But I'm glad you're okay… I guess?" Mac stumbled on his words, questioning to himself why this was the fifteenth time this year Imaginary Frankie was the unwilling witness of a murder homicide and often wished she was adopted by someone who DIDN'T want to have sex with her, let alone a married person.

"...Mac. Why're you naked?" The dumb Frankie suddenly went silent, asking while losing the smile. He noticed that he was pulled out of Cow Frankie, and began to stammer before he thought of an excuse, only for Sheriff Frankie to cover his mouth.

"Oh, I can answer that, sweet cheeks~. Ya see Mac here was suffering from a condition known as 'Blue Balls', and I reckon the only way for him to cure it, our residential Cow girl over there had to drain them using her pussy, but as you can see that didn't work. So now, Mac sadly has no way of curing it… right, girls?" she said looking at the others who all agreed and played along.

"Oh no! Does it hurt?" She asked Mac.

"Uhhh… Hmmm… Y-Yeah! It hurts sooooooo much!" He winced and groaned from the faux pain, playing along. "I think that, if I'm gonna be cured, you might have to get naked yourself and let me stick it inside of you…! But could you get this cage open~?" Mac asked, pointing to the door.

"Okay!" The dumb Frankie smiled and skipped over and opened the door to the cage. "Now what?" She asked again, tilting her head with her tongue out.

"That's easy~. Now ya get on yer knees and open yer mouth, stick out the tongue too~." Sheriff Frankie told her, walking out of the cage.

"Like this?" She asked, and the Sheriff affirmed when she was doing a perfect blowjob face perfectly.

"Perfect! Now hold still!" Mac replied, before shoving his dick deep into her mouth, making her gasp.

"Wow she took it like a champ!" One of the Frankies commented, with the other smirking at the sight.

"That's our big sis for ya!" She said as they watched Mac brutally throat fuck the dumb Imaginary Frankie, as she slurped and gagged all across his length.

"This is the best day of my life!" Mac thought happily, as his balls slapped against her chin, yet he hoped the real Frankie wouldn't come downstairs.

"Ahhh fuck! H-Here it comes!" Mac warned as he felt his cock twitch and pumped out nearly a gallon of cum down her throat. Even now, after multiple orgasms, he still had enough to pump out his cock milk, enough to be heavier than the weight of his legs. Imaginary Frankie gulped it down with glee.

"Ahhh~! Haaahn…" Mac panted as he slowly pulled out of her mouth and watched as she used her arm to wipe her mouth.

"Mmmmm yummy! Mac, I didn't know your pee-pee could make pudding too! So many people told me only studs could make it… but they had small pee-pees. But yours is big!" She blurted out happily.

"That's because unlike those so-called 'big shot' wannabes, Mac here is the real deal~. With a real good gatling~!" Sheriff Frankie smirked.

"Yep! Although my 'blue balls' still aren't gone… Maybe use your boobs to make it better~?" Mac explained, still showing his engorged balls still engorged heavily, as Imaginary Frankie gave a confused look as Sheriff Frankie rolled her eyes. She suddenly walked behind the dumb Frankie, pulled up her shirt, gripped her humongous titties and clasped it around his huge erect cock.

"He means, 'wrap yer damn tits around his dick', ya dingleberry!" The Sheriff Frankie told her simply, holding her titties and sandwiching the pistoning cock.

"Oh! This looks fun~! It's the same thing I was doing for the last family that adopted me~." The dumb Frankie replied with a cheery smile, as she moaned from the cock bouncing her massive JJ cap breasts.

'Sweet home Alabama~! Her nipples are even pierced!' Mac thought in surprise as he gingerly grabbed her boobs by the nipple piercings, yanked them gently, and wrapped them around his shaft even more, making her moan sensually.

While Mac was enjoying himself shoving and sandwiching his meat and thrusting wildly, he suddenly heard the piercing sound of his cellphone ringing. Digging deep into the pocket, he reached and gripped the phone, pressed the green icon and answered it.

"H-Hello?" He answered, with a small moan afterward.

"Mac, where are you?" He heard Frankie ask, making him gulp. He began to try to formulate an answer.

"Oh! Frankie! I uhhhhh… I-I'm in the… arcade?"

"No you're damn well not. I'm standing IN the arcade, and I don't see you!" The real Frankie's sharp accusatory tone didn't appreciate Mac lying to her, and he was babbling a little in panic. Imaginary Frankie then gasped in happiness, and began to slowly open her mouth, making Mac pale.

"Oh! Hi Bi- MMPH?" Swiftly, the dumb slut was cut off by Sheriff Frankie, shoving her mouth onto Mac's dick.

"Shhhhhhh, can't let her know we're here~…" She whispered in her ear.

"What the hell was that!?" Frankie asked sharply. Mac began to feel a cold sweat.

"Uh…! Uhmm…! Uhhhh…! I-I-I'm in the Arcade on the 3rd floor! Ya know, the one with DDR?" Mac said, hoping she'd buy it.

"Ugh…! Seriously? Fine, whatever. Look, I'm just letting you know that dinner will be ready in a minute. Okay? So hurry up. I already have way too much on my plate as it is." Frankie exasperatedly sighed, ending the call before Mac could respond. He only lowered the phone and sighed in relief, thankfully evading what would have been utter devastation if he was caught.

"Damn! THAT… was a close one!" Mac panted, slowing down on his thrusts unintentionally, as Imaginary Frankie then took charge now that she knew what to do in her tiny slutty brain of hers, clasping her boobs to work his cock while deepthroating the top half of it.

"Ahhhh! Fucking-! Cumming!" Mac exclaimed as he held Imaginary Frankie's head down to the base of his crotch, and busted a fat loaded nut deep in her gullet.

"MMMMMmmmmrpgh~! Gggggrghk~!" Imaginary Frankie moaned from the load of boy spunk invading her throat, with Sheriff Frankie impressed at the way she was rapidly swallowing.

"Wow~… Someone's more thirstier than a no-hump camel~." The Sheriff giggled, helping and caressing the jaw of Imaginary Frankie before pulling out, letting the remaining few spurts splatter, coating and glazing her face.

"Mmmmmmmmm~! What yummy pudding~." Imaginary Frankie moaned softly, the salty spunk's musk and taste invading her senses. It was making her feel hot down there.

"Whew…" Mac gave a tired pant, wiping the sweat off his brow, as his dick finally started to shrink down. "That was a workout…"

"Lookie there~. His 'blue balls' were cured! Great goin', second big sis~!" Sheriff Frankie complemented with a smile, making Imaginary Frankie look confused, wondering what she did at all.

"Y-Yeeeeeah… A-Anyway, I gotta go now, ladies." Mac waved goodbye, but he only got groans of sadness.

"Awww, but I want a turn!"

"Cmon, get me out so I can get bred too!"

"Can I get some seed as well?"

"Whoa whoa! Slow down, Frankies!" Mac steadied them with a hand motion. "I don't want Frankie to come here if I miss dinner! I'll get in trouble!" Mac told them sternly, before he turned and began to leave. That is, until a pair of panties were wrung around his head, thanks to a certain Sheriff.

"A gift for ya, handsome~. Come and play some other time~." Sheriff Frankie whispered seductively, kissing Mac deeply, before walking back to her cage and locking it. Mac removed the panties, before gently putting it on his nose and took a deep whiff, taking in the sweet and smokey smell of hickory and charcoal. Quickly, Mac placed the panties in his pocket and quietly glided his feet upstairs… with Imaginary Frankie following him.

"Mac!" The young boy swiveled his head, hearing Frankie call him. She walked out the dining hall, smiling at him. "There you are!" Frankie patted his head, only for said smile to drop when she saw Imaginary Frankie with him.

"BIG SIS!" She exclaimed as she tacklehugged the real Frankie. "I Missed you sososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososo! MUCH! Makes me feel so perfect when I conn" she exclaimed happily as Frankie felt her eye twitch.

"Yeah, yeah. I missed you too or whatever… Now get off me!" Frankie frowned with frustration, trying to pry her off of her body.

"Ugh! Hey! Quit with the pulling! Mac! A little help here?" Frankie asked, as Mac managed to yank Imaginary Frankie away from her, letting Frankie push her imaginary counterpart away.

"Well l, Dinner's ready. Grandma and Herriman are waiting for you." Frankie frowned, petting his head, as Imaginary Frankie happily skipped into the dining hall.

"Ugh, seriously. When, why and HOW did SHE come back!?" Frankie exclaimed as Mac gave a chuckle.

"Well she told me that the… family she was… not very hospitable and they ended up… burning their house down." Mac relayed sheepishly, not wanting Frankie to know the ENTIRE truth. She only sighed.

"Seriously? That is just all sorts of wrong. Well, at least things can't get any worse!" Frankie righted herself, just as the doorbell rang. Mac walked over and opened it, revealing a crying Eurotrish.

"Eurotrish!?" Both he and Mac were shocked at the sight of the European-speaking Imaginary friend.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" She wailed in his arms.

"Uhhh, what's wrong?" Mac asked, as she wiped her eyes, red with tears and sadness. "Weren't you with your family back in Europe?"

"They… they… t-they didn't want me! They called me an annoying, singing blabbermooooouuuth!" Eurotrish resumed crying once more, as Frankie could only facepalm.

"God… damnit…"

Next Time: Mac has more fun with the Frankies and ever wonder what would Happen if Eurotrish got involved?