>You notice articles of clothing missing only to find them torn and gathered up in piles in dark corners.
>As you wonder just what the fuck is going on you decide to search around for the culprit.
>You open up a cupboard underneath the sink only to be greeted by a blood curdling screech from a Batpony lying down in a pile of your shredded clothes.
>You slam the door as she hisses at you.
>She even tore apart your favourite fedora to use in her nest.

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>Pregnant batpony is unable to fly so she slowly lumbers around on the ground.
>Her inability to fly makes her frustrated.
>She wishes to feel the cool air caress her body.
>The freedom of the night air stroking her wings.
>Her belly is swollen and crotch tits are engorged and sore. 
>You stay away from her because angry bat momma’s are not to be messed with.
>The soreness in her teats causes her to be uneasy and skittish.
>You lay down a soft blanket of the finest wool which she sneakily takes away in the middle of the night.
>Lying down trying to sleep in your bed you hear her pained scree’s as she starts labour.
>You hear her panting but you stay where you are knowing this is her endeavor she wishes to take on by herself.
>After a while you venture out and look around trying to find her.
>You look through your darkest cupboards and drawers to find out where she is.
>After endless searching you finally open the door to your laundry dryer to see a mother bat with her wings wrapped snug and protectively around a newborn bat foal.
>She hisses at you in defence of her young.
>You smile at the new life before your eyes and slowly close the door as the mother bat gives you a flushed, tired grin in admiration of her endeavor.
>The foal grew nice and healthy as the weeks went by.
>Only the occasional pained shriek was heard when the foal’s sharp fangs bit her nipples.
>Soon she will have to regurgitate mangoes for her young before she teaches it to eat whole food.

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>A mother bat lays down in the security of a laundry machine.
>She has picked this spot specifically for its warmth and comfort to bring in a new life to this world.
>It feels nice for her to be within a safe and secure place away from the noise of everyday life.
>Deep pants are heard as she passes her young from within side her body.
>Instinctually she bites the umbilical cord attaching her young to her body and begins to nudge its stomach to stimulate breathing.
>Relief and happiness fills her soul when the first gasp of air is taken into the foals lungs.
>Her warm wet tongue licks the foal clean of birth fluids and it screes quietly in need of nurture. 
>She carefully wraps her young tightly within the confines of her wings so it can feel the warmth of her body. 
>The foal nuzzles close and deeply into her soft fur up against her beating heart as she relaxes in realization of the life she has created.
>The dryer door is slowly opened and she hisses instinctually in preparation for any danger that might harm her and her young.
>Looking up at the shadowy figure in front she smiles knowing no harm will come to her as it softly closes the door to leave the new mother at peace.
>She slowly falls into a gentle sleep, relieved when the foals crawls down to her crotch and begins to nurse from her tight bosoms relieving her of the extra weight and strain.
>The foal will suckle her milk to sustain its life and soon they will fly together in the brightly star filled night.

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>At daybreak a young bat colt stands at the tip of a tree branch.
“It sure is high up.” he says looking down to the depths of the forest floor covered in decomposing pine needles and leaves.
>”Well it’s about time you learn to fly.” His mother says as she gives him a gentle nudge further towards the end of the branch. 
“How about I learn to fly later, it’s pretty late and I’m tired a young bat who needs his sleep.” He whines while trying to edge his way backwards from the branch.
>”Not so fast.” His mother says while blocking his exit from the tree branch.
“But mo’om.” The colt pleads to his mother.
>”No buts it’s about time you learn to fly you’re nearly six months old.” She says sternly.
>The colt takes a deep breath and gulps as he slowly steps off the tree branch.
>His stomach lurches and butterflys fill his stomach as he begins to tumble down to earth.
>Spiraling down towards the ground he hears the cry of his mother from above him.
>”Open your wings!”
>He struggles his weak wing joints that have always been kept tightly furled up against his body his whole life.
>The hard ground begins to draw closer to his vision and he starts to panic at the face of inevitable doom.
>He closes his eyes in anticipation of deadly contact with the ground when suddenly his wings open to glide and soften the blow as his face grinds into the dirt of the forest floor.
>His mother flies down urgently to her colt who is covered in dirt.
>As he coughs up a pile of dirt and chokes back tears from his eyes he looks up at her.
“D-did I fly?”
>She wraps him closely in her wings and nuzzles him gently as the sun begins to rise over the trees.

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>A full moon shines brightly though the dense trees of Hollow Shades.
>Two silhouette stand in a clearing, one much smaller than the other.
“Like this mom?” A bat colt says while attempting to weakly flap his wings.
>”No you’ve got to put more effort into it like this.”
>She flexes the muscles of her tough wing joints and takes off into the sky.
>Standing back in awe with his mouth agape the colt watches his mother gracefully soar through the air. 
>Enviously he flaps his wings wanting to join her in the freedom of the sky. 
“Mom! Look at me I’m doing it!” he says while slightly fluttering inches off the ground, a wide grin plastered across his face.
>His mother watches from above as he begins erratically flapping around until smacking directly into an old tree with a loud thud.
>The colt lies dazed at the base of the tree with a large bump forming on his forehead.
>Snivels are heard as he breaks out in tears. 
“I’ll never learn to fly!” he sobs when his mother lands next to him.
>”Well with an attitude like that you never will.” She says looking down upon him.
“But it’s so hard.” He blubbers.
>”Well if at first you don’t succeed try and try again.” 
>The colt sucks air into his chest, puffing it out and stands back up scrunching his face with a fierce look of determination in his eyes.
“No I will learn to fly, I won’t let myself be the first bat pony to never fly.”
>He takes off in a quick gallop flapping his wing vigorously and skipping on and off the ground.
>Careening towards the nearby trees he panics and flaps his wings erratically managing to become airborne.
>His stubby little wing flaps manage to catch the wind underneath him propelling him into the sky.
“Mom I can feel the air under my wings, I’m flying!” He screes in happiness from touching the wide open skies for the first time.
>Looking over he sees his mother joining him in flight as they soar over the forest together.
