\n\t\t\t\t\tyotienpluche! And the first piece of Baxter with pubes!Everyone has role models! Or at least I hope they do! How do you pick yours? By what they created? By what challenges they overcame? By how they inspired you?
Well, if what they create are a myriad of contraptions and traps, the challenges being ensnaring wildlife, and the inspiration to never give up, then you may have the same role model as[yotiename], and that is Wile E. Coyote! A craftsman, visionary, a genius, and tall, dark, and handsome to boot, how could one not fall head over heels for ol’ Wile? And what a coincidence that both he and Yotie are engineering coyotes! Wile’s a living example that even a scruffy, ragged, scamp from the far reaches of the wilderness can achieve great heights if he puts his mind to it! Even if he may flail around said heights before dropping like a rock and leaving a hole in the ground the perfect shape of himself.
And Baxter? Well, Baxter may not have the same technical and athletic qualifications as Wile, but Wile’s got other aspects that would make the toony bat fawn just the same! Features such as a shaggy and tangled coat, leery and predatory eyes, and a “never say no” attitude when it comes pursuing his desires no matter what!
And when the three of them meet, it’s a PARTY. During those sultry days and humid nights in the desert, the Roadrunner may run his roads without fear of pursuit, for he’s only an afterthought when Wile E. Coyote’s underground workshops are occupied by more pressing matters. Of course, those “pressing matters” may be actually pressing against each other amidst three pairs of spread legs, friction pulling their foreskins back as paws slick their way up the sticky shafts and squeeze the spongy domes atop each throbbing spire of swollen maleness.
That’s what happens when you convene in a den littered with candid photos of winking Roadrunner pucker between schematics detailing bird-sized fuck-horses, bondage-hammocks, hole-spreaders, and cum collectors! Once you see what kind of weird, depraved territories a genius mind like Wile’s really delves into, you start getting... ideas. Ideas lead to brainstorming. Brainstorming leads to boners. And boners lead to a stiff prairie wolf cock getting tugged and slobbered over by his two biggest fans who want nothing more than to help their idol’s dreams come true-- whether they’re down a long road with a blue bird at the end of it, or ten feet away on a stained mattress brimming with coyote stink.
And man, is that coyote stink EXACTLY what drives those two fanboys into a rut! Not only is Wile hung enough to match those big, long feet the old adage suggests, but he reeks of a grungy, furry scoundrel who obsesses so much over a single target of fascination that grooming himself would only be a distraction! But this time, instead of assembling dozens of machines to catch one creature that always seems to elude him, Wile has managed to ensnare TWO with nothing by doing absolutely nothing but offering them his body in its most natural state. While the bat rummages a paw through Wile’s oily pubes to loosen their dried and sour contents while sucking the tangy sweat out from the clumped fur in his armpits, the other coyote grips Wile’s penis and puuuuulls back the skin over his engorged glans to expose the clingy, fetid paste that filled the space between Wile’s foreskin and cockhead. Every foul substance Baxter and Yotie could slurp off Wile’s unkempt body, they savor in their maws like wine and snowball between each other, INCLUDING the sweet glaze left on Wile’s dick after vigorously thrusting it into their sloppy assholes and pumping them full with his pup-making cream! Because as if their hero’s cock wasn’t tasty enough, they can’t wait suck it down after basting it with their musky tail sauce!
And speaking of pup-making cream, one of the versions of this piece details its effects in whatever instance Baxter n’ Yotie can do more with it than wet their front and back whistles! Those two enraptured deviants want everything Wile has to give them... and I mean EVERYTHING. Like, if Wile’s got fleas, their bodies will be gyrating all over him like they were walking lint rollers, grateful to host mites that once dwelled in their superstar’s pelt. And if it were at all possible for Wile to knock up those two insatiably horny groupies, then guess what? Wile’s gonna be a daddy and then some!
After their first tryst when things got a little squishy between the three of them, Baxter and Yotie’s bellies begin to grow-- and it wasn’t no holiday meal. They knew EXACTLY what was inside of them. And they couldn’t be prouder! Over time each one watches as their tummies expand, carrying inside coyote and coyote-bat hybrids, coming up with names and blueprints, because any son of Wile E. Coyote should be able to build his own toys! Of course, those decisions shouldn’t be ENTIRELY their own.
So Baxter and Yotie lug their protruding, pregnant bellies like a front-worn backpack filled with dictionaries back to the desert den to see the coyote that made them that way… only to find Wile E. Coyote cradling a round, pregnant belly of his own. Someone’s future family is a little larger than he expected! But which one of them is the twice-lucky papa? Is the life inside of Wile pure coyote or half-coyote-half-bat? Only time will tell! Wile just has one demand to make of his two baby-daddy devotees… whoever’s pup it is inside of him, that the other mounts him and pumps another one inside of him next!
The more minds he can put to catching that Roadrunner, the better…
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Thanks to Yotie for commissioning me for this fun n’ fantastical piece, and thanks to everyone on my Patreon for your support, especially during this time with technical failures wrecking so much havoc on my artistic endeavors! I’m happy to have completed this amidst all that, and if you’d like to see the WIPs of the recovery process or vote on future pieces, you can do so here at: https://www.patreon.com/dracovar!