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Battat was tired. So, so tired. He had just lost nearly all his extra spending points for the month while out drinking with the other pippins, and was ready to just pass out and forget it all. His head still felt like it was spinning as he flopped down on his bed, kicking his shoes off and removing the green tie that was wrapped around his forehead like a makeshift headband. His gloves and poncho came off next, then his undershirt and pants; all thrown on the floor beside his bed with no thought at all.
He sighed with relief when he was finally down to only his boxers. He usually slept in green pinstripe pajamas, but he was too drunk and tired to get up and put them on.
Instead, he clutches his TV TIME! branded pillow close to his chest and takes a deep breath, as if it would smell like him. It doesn't, of course, because it never did. But he likes to pretend, it's what he does best.
"Mr. Tenna..." He whispers, his quiet voice further muffled by the end of the long pillow against his lips.
Through half lidded eyes he plays with the red sequins around the embroidered logo, which importantly included a cute little design of Tenna's head. He mumbles something incoherent into the pillow as he slips easily into a fantasy he's had many times before.
Tenna laying in his bed next to him, his mostly bare chest visible through popped buttons on a red and yellow striped pajama shirt not too dissimilar to his own. He plays with the collar, feeling familiar sequins that embellish it.
"I had so much fun tonight, Mr. Tenna..." He says with a slight giggle.
Tenna turns his head to face him with a sweet smile and wraps his arms around the smaller man, holding him oh so close to that warm chest of his. The CRT's smile turns into a smirk.
"The show doesn't have to end here, Battat..." Tenna playfully remarks, his hand trailing down the green die's back.
"Oh Mr. Tenna..." Battat mumbles into his pillow before he adjusts himself until he's straddling it.
His face is pressed against the logo, his body only held up by his bent knees as he reaches down to paw at his aching pussy. He manages to part his lips with one hand and rub his clit with the other, practically sobbing with relief at the feeling.
He's been needing this since before he even went out after work. That damn Tenna, shaking his hips on stage while giving an amazing performance like he always does, bending over to search for his gold TV pin in the green room's couch cushions even though it was actually just affixed to the other side of his lapel, making such lewd sounds during his routine antenna massage...!
He has to know what he's doing, right? How does he not know!?
He groans into the pillow, drooling as he imagines grabbing one of his boss's antennae and tugging on it hard. The Tenna in his head arches his back and moans a string of curses that the censors would kill him for, and Battat responds in kind.
"Sir... I need you..." He whimpers helplessly as he speeds up the pace of his fingers circling his hard clit.
The Tenna in his mind nods in understanding, pulling his stupid cute pajama pants down just enough to reveal a large dial. Battat's mouth waters as he starts grinding against it, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed as he drinks in the delicious sounds made by his boss all thanks to his touch.
"Battat... I can't stop it..." His beloved TV moans through heavy breaths. "Please, please say it!"
"I love TV!!!" Battat screams into his pillow as he reaches his climax, quick but hard.
His entire body shudders and he collapses flat onto the pillow. He mumbles countless more praises as he turns over onto his side and falls fast asleep.