More then Pony

Spike and Rarity walked to the Holy Stallions Orphanarium in a city 3 hours away from Fillydelphia. It was a gray cement building with tinted windows and two stories. They got to the front area. It was littered with dead leaves and dyeing plants. The concrete walkway to the front doors were cracked and decayed. The walked to the front door, a rusty iron one with a loose knob.

The got in and saw am indigo mare at the old, tan-brown front-desk doing some paperwork. She looked elderly and had thick glasses.

"Hello ma'am, we're looking here to adopt," Rarity said politely.

The mare raised her head slowly and croaked, "You're the first visitor I had in a couple weeks. Here, let me show you where they are. Do you want infants, toddler, or a preteen?"

Spike pondered for a moment. He thought back for a moment where he got friendzoned by Rarity Paladin; he tried to ask her out but she gave him a no in the form of platonic bullcrap. Spike didn't understand and couldn't take it. Later that was strolling down the street one stormy night. He saw a nearby bar, then saw a