Bat Storm

Norman was by now incensed by Vyella the Vampire. "Get off me, what do you think your doing? You know I am seeing Beatrice Bat, I don't want to pick up where we left off. You bored the pants off me then and you hold no interest for me now. You have no sense of self, you just drift into being what others want you to be instead of having the courage to just be yourself. This is a big turn off. I have found someone special in Beatrice and I don't intend on ruining it, so bogoff and leave me alone". Vyella stood in complete shock. she had always depended on using her batfemininewilds to get men to want her, it had always worked; though nothing had ever lasted for very long. Here was a man turning her down and rude with it as well. "I am not staying here to be insulted, you were never that good anyway Norman, I just thought I could use you for a fill-in like last time." With that she turned on her batheels and left.
Norman was shaking with anger and fear. He had never plucked up the courage to say such a thing to anyone before, let alone a woman. Part of him was terrified and waiting for more of a backlash and another was suddenly exhilerated. He had always felt frightened of Vyella, which was part of why they had got together in the first place. He hadn't really liked her much, but felt it wasn't manly to turn down her offers for batbonks, he thought this was what male bats were supposed to do; he was also fearful of her, but he had regretted that decision from the beginning and was hugely relieved when she had left. He turned his attention to the batbooth and the disappearing green haze 'now what to do about this experiment' he thought.....
Meanwhile, Beatrice had extricated her batbum from the rubber ring, as it had deflated she was able to take off and now she was in the process of quietly drying her batbuttocks off in the forest by using her wings to fan warm air at her netherregions. She was chuckling to herself about the fabulous fun she had had wizzing along the lake at batmark10. She was considering setting up some kind of theme park rides for the others bats and deep in thought about the marketing opportunities when a voice said "Oh hello Beatrice, what are you doing?". It was Vyella, she was still miffed with Norman for the things he had said and was desperately wanting her revenge. "Oh hello Vyella, I thought you were in Venezuela?" Beatrice said, feeling uncomfortable at being found out drying her bum off. "Oh, I had a batmessage from Norman asking me to come back, he said he was missing me and wanted to pick up where we left off. He likes the more unusual batbonking with me, in fact we have just had a quicky, I am going to get my roost sorted and then we are having an insectswoop together later, I must go...." and with that, off she flew.
Beatrice felt absolutely sick to the stomach. A sinking feeling of humiliation decended upon her and then absolute murderous rage arose within her, she picked up her wings and flew towards the batcave, wrinkly bottom or not, she was going to sort this out....