Mister Seapony (aka I want your butt babies)

In the middle of the night, the feeling of nausea gets to the poor yellow stallion. He tries to shrug it off but it starts to get worse as he tossed and turned in his bed. Soarin, slowly waking, barely awake, is disturbed by his movement. "Babe? Are you feeling okay..?" he yawns and puts his hoof on his shoulder, to get his attention.
"I feel like I'm gonna puke.!" Braeburn gags and gets out of bed. He hurried to the bathroom, holding his mouth. He looks down at the water in the toilet and feels the thick, acidic chunks coming up through his throat. He starts coughing and pukes into the bowl as his hairs stand up. Soarin walks in with concern. He starts to gently rub his back as he vomits.
"You're going to be okay, Babe," Soarin tries comforting him but Braeburn jerks his head back and looks at him angrily. He pauses for a moment, staring at him. "Soarin, I just threw up!" he yells.

"It can't be that bad, man," Soarin laughs as Braeburn goes to clean his mouth out at the sink. He tries ignoring the blue stallion but couldn't help himself. "What the hay is that supposed to mean?" he asks with a small whinny. He folds his ears back.
Soarin laughs, "What I mean is that pregnancy can't be THAT bad, man! You've been pregnant for like a day or something." Braeburn looks at him with rage in his eyes.
"You did not just say that, Soar," Braeburn mutters and starts scraping his hoof against the ground like an angered bull. "Wait a minute! I didn't mean it as an insult you, Brae.!" Soarin starts stepping back, with his wings about stretch out just in case if he charges.
Braeburn starts running and tries tackling him but the blue stallion flies a short distance away as he falls onto the rug, in the upstairs hallway. "You're really angry aren't you, babe?" he starts laughing a little.
Braeburn growls at him and starts staring at him, showing his teeth. Soarin goes down to him. "Are you going to calm down?" he asks in a relaxed voice.
Braeburn becomes more tense and quickly bites his arm deeply. Soarin starts screaming, trying to get him off his arm but he's still holding on. He tries using his back hooves to try and kick him off.

Braeburn finally lets go and falls to the ground. Soarin flies down to him and helps him up. "That bucking hurt, Brae.!" he tells him. Brae seems to be much more calmed down after doing that. "Sorry, about that. I jus' feel like doin' that," he tells him.
Soarin looks over at him with wide eyes. "Babe, what the buck.," he mutters, terrified of him. "Only if the writer of this piece of shit writing would please stop writing this," Braeburn tells him.
"Shhh! Don't say that! If you say that again, she will probably kill one of us off!" Soarin yells at him. They hold each other closely in fear. "We really don't get paid enough for this crap fanfiction. Just act normal like we actually like each other..," Brae whispers to him and they start kissing each other.

Braeburn slips his tongue into Soarin's mouth and play with his. Soarin strokes the back of Braeburn's head while wrapping his slimy muscle around his. They both blush heavily. "Do you think we're good?" Braeburn asks him, terrified and scared.
"I can't tell.. I just want to get to the end of this story so I can get my paycheck, Babe," Soarin whispers back, holding him close. They both cringe at each other in hopes that this fanfiction is almost over but sadly it's not.