I often say that Wile E. Coyote was my first crush because of how badly I wanted to be close to him, be friends with him, hug him, smell him (yes, smell him), and all manners of get-to-know-him in ways I was too young to understand. But Batty was the first character who made me feel fluttery and awkward being in his presence. Maybe it's because I was watching Looney Tunes since before I could even remember but we didn't have a copy of FernGully, so any time Batty appeared on TV for anything, little me would be like “Oh god, there he is.” It was a real treat. Too bad the actual movie was just kinda meh.
Regardless, I am grateful the movie exists because it lead to the creation of a character I love, and much to my surprise, brings much enjoyment to a number of other people! Baxter is one of my favorite creations! I’ve tried multiple times to pair him and Batty together, and this is the first survivor to make it all the way to completion. So thank you, Salmon-tier supporters for choosing this from a rather large pool of candidates! And Baxter thanks you from the bottom of his happy horny heart that you chose him twice in a row. ^^
Batty’s role in the movie is pretty simple. He’s the comic relief, the wisecracker with the occasional pop culture reference, made plausible by the bio-electric device stuck to his temple acting as an antenna and occasionally shocking him, putting him in a temporary split personality state reciting some TV or radio broadcast… do you think he ever caught porn on that thing? One moment, Batty is saying what kind of awful experiments were conducted on him, but in an instant those wires spark, ZAP! “Someone order the large pizza with EXTRA sausage?” You’d think it’s a joke, only until your leg’s getting jabbed by something spongy and wet and notice that shock has pumped so much blood into his cock you’d think he channeled a Viagra commercial! “Hot, saucy… and four kinds of chee- YEOW!”
And just like that, Batty’s panting and trying to recalibrate himself to his surroundings. “Sorry about that, I hope I didn’t act out of lin-” BZZZT “Fuck my slut-hole… fuck my cock-hungry slut-hole like the dirty whore I am,” Batty suddenly spouts, clinging his thumb claws onto your shoulders while slobbering on your ear in a frenzy of lustful licks and nibbles. “Pin me, yank me, pull my hair, cum in me, impregnate me! I NEED COCK and I NEED IT NO-” BZZZT Batty slumps against your chest and looks up to you with hazy eyes as his muzzle and wings slide weakly down your belly, “Uuuh, heh heh,” the poor bat chuckles awkwardly, all too familiar with this cycle, “What a silky pelt you have! You must tell me what conditioner you use. You know, from this angle, you look kind of like Marmaduke? Believe me when I say I mean that in the most flattering way poss-” Then, with a sudden twisting of his lips, Batty voraciously slurps your cock AND balls into his lips and starts cramming his nose snout into your crotch, rolling your entire mass of feel-good flesh around in his mouth with his agile bat tongue like it was nectar given shape!
This time, it lasts long enough for you to reach down and grab a handful of his hair, an act done only out of euphoria because it’s certainly not needed to pull his face any deeper between your legs! And though it may not be nectar, you have plenty of thick, viscous goo to fill the fruity fruit bat’s ravenous maw. And once your last load disappears as a bulge seeping down his throat, Batty shakes his head vigorously and pulls himself upright, dusting his knees off to regain some semblance of decorum despite whatever preceded.
“My deepest apologies!” he says, chipper and polite, “In case you haven’t noticed, I have an ‘apparatus’ stuck to my head! The results of which can be wildly unpredictable and unpredictably wild. Hopefully, we’ll get to know each other well enough that it won’t be a problem!”
“No problem at all!” you say, wiping the drool away from his chin, “Well, maybe except for one... I didn’t hear a ‘zap’ last time.”
Batty’s eyes bulge in his head as his brow wrinkles nervously.
“… Uh oh.”
Not that Batty needs to be in an altered state to capture Baxter’s infatuation! Baxter loves Batty no matter who he’s channeling! But the moment Batty signals his legs are open for business, Baxter’s gonna go batty on Batty! As energized and animated as Batty is, his floppy male bits swinging and smacking against his belly and stubby legs would get Baxter’s fingers trembling in eagerness to pinch, roll, pull, and swirl around in Batty’s foreskin a way his winged digits never could, so I hope Batty is prepared to learn the REAL definition of “fangasm!”
"But Batty is just an average bat in the movie, he doesn't have any sort of fame or notoriety." Shhshhshh. "And since he's an average bat, he's also the size of a real bat, so was Baxter shrunken down like Zak was or something?" Shhshhshhshhshh. "Why is Baxter in FernGully to begin with? Is he in the movie itself, or like, the location in the movie?" SHHSHHSHHSHHSHHSHH. "Or is Batty sort of an actor who played a role in the movie? Because that just raises further questions, like why does he still have the device on his head?"
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