Mister Seapony (aka I want your butt babies)

A month rolls by, they hear the Windows XP tune loudly, outside of their house. Braeburn wakes up with bloodshot eyes. "Soarin.. Did-Did you hear that.?" he asks, panicking. The blue stallion looks up at him. "I really hope that wasn't the fucking author of this," Soarin groans.
They both look outside the window and sees the Windows computer background of a green field with blue sky. "Celestia, help us all.. She's back," Braeburn mutters as he stares out the window. Soarin holds him close in terror. They see a mouse cursor move around them.
They start trembling in fear as they watch it. It finally clicks on Braeburn. "Wh-What they hay are you doing?!" he panics. It drags him out of the house as he screams in fear. Soarin flies over and grabs his hooves, trying to pull him back.
The cursor jerks backwards, stretching Braeburn's body. The yellow pony yelps in pain, loudly. Soarin tries pulling harder and his hooves start to slip. He tries grabbing on tighter until he couldn't hold him any longer. He lets go on accident and shoots right back to the farmhouse.
"SOARIN!!" Braeburn screams as he gets dragged to an icon of a recycling bin. Soarin rubs his head and tries to fly back over to the cursor like a bullet. It drops the yellow pony right in, screeching. He flies to the bin, sits on the side of it.
The cursor comes up behind Soarin and shoves him in. He hears the computer shutting down as he sits in a pile of old files and papers. "Braeburn?" he calls for him as he treads through the junkyard. "Braeburn!" he calls once more in fear. The sound of paper crinkling under his hooves echo through the quiet world of darkness. He looks upwards, noticing there's a small hole of light.

Soarin, panting heavily, keeps moving through the thick piles until he notices an unconscious, yellow stallion. "B-Braeburn.?" he whispers as he grabs his shoulder gently, with tears in his eyes, "Is that you, Babe.?" He turns him over, Braeburn's body is bruised, has no reaction but still breathing.
"Oh god.. What did she do to you.?" he whimpers, trembling. He tries to pick him up carefully. "We are going to get out of here, one way or another.!" he tells him quietly, as if he were awake. He looks back up, the hole is still open but he could see that the computer was still shutting down.
He holds him tightly and flies towards the hole with all the speed he can gain. He notices both his and Braeburn's back hooves start to disintegrate into thin air, slowly. He zooms out of the bin and land on the bottom of the screen. They both start to grow their back legs again. Soarin, panting heavily, smiles at Braeburn in happiness. "Babe! We made it out.!" he laughs hysterically and crying at the same time. He hugs Brae tightly.
Braeburn starts to wake up slowly. He holds his stomach. "We're alive..?" he pants. He grabs onto Soarin tightly and smiles. "Oh, sweet Celestia! We made it!" he starts laughing as well. "We need to get rid of this writer before she tortures any pony else!" he yells at the blue stallion.
"But.. How.?" Soarin asks him quietly.