Natural Habits (One Shot)

>Night Quickie in Equestria
>Be Anonymous
>You awake to the sound of your alarm buzzing
>It buzzes like a busy bee and you consider the context to be all too familiar
>Hopping out of bed, you go about the morning routine in no real hurry
>Checking the calendar, you note that it is the 22nd
>These doubles, no mere coincidence, mark the yearly migration of the elusive moth ponies
>You grab your camcorder, a small film camera, and several blank tapes before loading up your backpack
>Within minutes, you are set to hike and film this most incredible of occasions
>The journey starts at half past four as the sun overhead begins to sink
>You know the light bothers moth ponies and that migration often happens under the cover of darkness
>It takes approximately an hour to reach a fine spot in the shady forest as you finish creating your nest in the tree
>From up here you are sure you will get the finest pictures
>You play the waiting game for some hours until only the moon is left to illuminate the sky
>A screech in the distance alerts you to the presence of bat ponies
>While generally harmless in nature, some bat ponies like to interfere with moth ponies
>You are unsure why, but you hypothesize that some ponies are just bastards to each other
>The sounds of the night begin to fill your ears and you wait with patience unlike anyone before you
>Your equipment states the time to be 1h15 before the first sign of larger movement catches your attention
>In the gloomy night, you see silvery wings beat dust into the air as the first of the moth ponies arrive
>Excited in the most professional way possible, you begin recording and steady your pocket camera
>The migration of shimmering moth ponies is a sight to behold
>Everywhere you can see is filled with shiny, dusty scales and the sounds of moth noises resonate in the cool air
>Nature, being her traditionally cruel and unusual self, calls upon this otherwise peaceful event to be interrupted
>From one corner, you can see bat ponies occasionally screeching at straggling moth ponies and spooking them
>Now and again, a bat pony would nip at a moth pony until it panicked and bumped into another
>The bat ponies get a good laugh from the cause of the normally docile moth ponies and you record every second of it
>For science, of course!
>SCIENCE!
>One particular bat pony with a green mane and a grayish body dives upon a moth pony not too far from your treetop post
>You quickly grab the camera and fix it on the spectacle
>From your position, you watch as the bat pony pins the moth pony by her hind wings
>The bat pony appears to be fairly young, a little puny in overall stature, but spunky nonetheless
>Her unkempt mane and tiny fangs make her look even cuter as she attempts to be taken seriously
>The subject being pinned by her would appear to be a female moth pony due to her antennae shape
>The moth ponies coat has a vibrant red colour to it and it is lined with white fuzz and wings
>You decide to name the bat pony "Mean Green" and the moth pony "Sprinkles" for the purpose of cataloging
>As you take notes, the bat pony begins the cruel ritual you have seen once before
>Mean Green starts by licking the face of Sprinkles with her obscenely long tongue
>She slowly slithers it into the terrified mouth of her victim with a grace that is wholly natural
>Sprinkles attempts again to flee only to have the weight of the larger Mean Green push her back to the earth
>You stand in awe at natures terrible and awesome might
>Before you know it, Mean Green's back knee is grinding roughly between Sprinkles' thighs
>You zoom in as Mean Green forces her wicked tongue deeper into the unwilling moth pony
>Without warning, the bat pony takes her dominant seat upon the face of Sprinkles and looks smugly with her
>A pleasant squeak signals that Sprinkles has, in fact, given into her bat pony aggressor
>Even from this far off the ground, you can hear the sound of wet lapping while Mean Green gyrates over Sprinkles' muzzle
>An increasing pitch, almost musical in sound, rings from Mean Green's throat as she bobs her hips up and down with ruthless ambition
>A final popping screech blasts from the forest floor before Mean Green removes herself from Sprinkles
>You get a good look at the bat pony slickness dripping from the distraught moth pony's chin before Mean Green circles around
>She quickly presses her crotch into Sprinkles' tired maw again as she positions herself to feed on the moth pony's nectar
>You watch as Mean Green's long, greedy tongue burrows quickly into Sprinkles' folds and twists about
>The sound of mothy squeaks and whimpers echo in the night as the bat pony brutally devours her prey
>You count as many as four orgasms are forced upon Sprinkles in consecutive fashion until the fangs of Mean Green drip with golden moth pony honey
>Finally getting up, you watch as the bat pony takes flight and disappears out of frame leaving behind the battered and exhausted form of a well-used moth pony
>Having witness the act of a bat pony eating a moth pony in their natural habitat fills you with a sense of pride that only a true artist can attest to
>You will surely be the envy of your nature filming buddies back in Ponyville when you release this amazing video, you think
>With a smile and a spring in your step, you make your way back home as the morning sun begins to shimmer on the horizon
>It was a documentary kind of day!