Mister Seapony (aka I want your butt babies)

The blankets and sheets are scattered around the room. The two stallions laying on the naked mattress. The sunlight shining through the window, into the room. Soarin soon lifts his head slowly, off the pillow. He opens his green eyes to the brightness. He looks down at a Braeburn and pets his soft back. Braeburn begins to wake up a bit.

"Hmm..? Howdy, Soar," Braeburn chuckles with a tired smile.

"Are you ready to adopt a child?" Soarin asks him with a smile. Braeburn lifts his head up and nods. "Well, come on and put your best vest back on," he laughs. Braeburn rolls out of the bed and falls right onto the floor with a thud. Soarin chuckles loudly at him.

"Not funny, babe!" Braeburn grumps at him. Soarin is trying not to laugh again, and walks over to him. He helps him up with his arm. He looks over at Soar with a tiny chuckle. They get ready and check out of the hotel. Walking down the multiple streets of the city, they finally come across the orphanage and goes inside.

Mares, dressed in black nun outfits, stare at them in confusion. Braeburn and Soarin go up to the front counter. The matron charges up to them. She asks fiercely, "What exactly are you doing here?"

Braeburn becomes confused by her reaction and answers casually, "We are just here to adopt a kid. That's all." She stares at them longer. "I'm sorry but we can't serve your err.. Kind here, sir. Sorry."
"What in tarnation is that supposed to mean?" Braeburn becomes more frustrated. "By Equestria's law, we are not allowed to let homosexuals adopt," the matron replies to them with her pail face, cringing at them. Braeburn's eye twitches a bit in anger. Soarin looks at him and tries holding him back. "Babe, don't act up.!" He whispers to him as he is concerned, and he is bit mad about it too but tries to keep his cool.

Braeburn didn't listen to him, and got in her face. "Look here, ma'am! We could be amazing fathers for all you know and let me just tell you, we would take great care of that foal!" he starts yelling at her in a fit of rage. Soarin covers up his face with his hooves, in embarrassment. The matron just stares at him with a blank face. She screams, "SECURITY!" and two large white unicorn stallions come into the room. They grab them both, with magic, by the tail and drag them back to the front door. They both get tossed out of the building and crashing onto the ground.
"Ooh! I'll show them! They don't know who they're messin' with!" Braeburn rages. He tries charging back inside but Soarin grabs his tail, and pulls him back. He falls back to the stone ground and Soar goes up to him. He helps him up and holds him close. "Brae, I don't want us to get arrested for assault!" he tries giving him some common sense. He starts to calm down and holds onto his blue stallion.

"Sorry, Soar," Braeburn sighs and hangs his head low in disappointment. "I was jus' really hope'n," he groans in sorrow.
"Hey. Chin up, Brae. We have other options," Soarin comforts him, " We can try searching for a surrogate, babe.." Braeburn lifts his head up a bit and smiles at him. "That would be great, babe," Braeburn sniffles as if he were about to cry. A tear slowly runs down his cheek and hugs Soarin tightly.
"Ya think they're gonna let us have it.?" Braeburn asks, with sadness in his voice.
"Of course, babe. How could they not.?" Soarin gives him relief as he pets his back gently. Braeburn looks up at him and kisses his cheek. They go to walk around the city more in hope to find something.
They just kept wandering down the brick roads. The buildings are towering over them like giants.
Soarin notices a medical building and sees that it's an infertility treatment facility. "We may need to stay a little longer here than we expected.." Soar murmurs to himself. Braeburn looks over at him in confusion until he looked at the white building himself. "This is definitely gonna do it, Babe.!" Brae whispers excitedly.