Anthropomorphic Seed

Chapter 3: The Seed of Bonding

A Babs Seed Romance Story

"I'll have a Banana Split and a Peach ice cream in a cup," I ordered the guy at the front counter of the ice cream store.

“Okay, so a Banana Split and Peach Ice Cream, now, do you want the Sweet Nectar Acres Peach Ice Cream or regular. We’ve just gotten the Sweet Nectar Acres in, and it’s been selling like crazy. We’ve maybe got another five gallon tub of it before we’re completely out,” he said.

"Babs, you say it," I mumbled to Babs.

“I’ll try the Sweet Nectar Acres Peach ice cream please,” she said.

The ice cream attendant nodded, walked toward the freezer, and began dipping out the cup first. The look of the ice cream was different. It didn’t look like it was chalked full of chemicals, but instead it looked, pure. The scoop didn’t seem to have any trouble gliding through it as he finished scooping it out for the cup.

"So what's up? How are you?" I made small talk to Babs.

“Well, I’m hanging out with one of my best buds, getting some fantastic looking ice cream, and really looking forward to seeing what else the day brings. I kind of wonder what my cousin and her friends are up to though. You know, I remember when all of us were looking at the clubhouse, and we decided to fix it up, and make it into like a camp out cabin,” she said.

"Ah, here's the ice cream!" I said. We picked up our ice cream and went to a table.

"Hold on, I'm going to call one of my friends." I said. I pressed some buttons on my phone and put it up to my ear. I held it to my ear and waited for him to answer.

“Thanks for connecting me Igor. Is this Jacob?”

"What, no hello or anything, just the straight old 'WHO DIS'?" I sarcastically asked.

“Yeah, it’s you. Jacob, did Paul contact you yet?” Andy asked.

"Your manager or my digital assistant?" I had a DA modeled after Paul McCartney.

“My manager, friend, and your cousin which means that he hasn’t contacted you. He said that he would do that before anything else. Crap. Look, you and Paul was about the only two people that didn’t treat me like some kind of leaper when I first left the community. You’re a friend, granted, a friend that decided to move off to who knows where, but a friend. So, I wanted to let you know that I’m getting married, and I wanted to invite you to it,” he said.

“HEY! ASK him if one of my cousins is there!” an excited voice asked.

“You heard that right?” he asked.

"Don't spill all that exposition man. And is that Pinkie Pie?" I asked

“Hi! How are you doing?! It’s really nice to hear from one of Andy’s friends! So you’re cousins with that meanie pants Paul? He can be really mean! He asked if I would be fine sleeping in a barn, but it was only that one time! And that was because Applejack’s house got all exploded when Twilight tried to stop that giant timberwolf, and instead she made it all explodey!” Pinkie Pie said.

I never really liked Pinkie Pie that much. She just felt annoying to me, going on and on with her words. But I had to be nice to her, at least for Andy's sake.

"Look, do you want to talk to Barbara or not?" I asked.

“Told ya!” she shouted away from the phone in a singsong voice, “Yeppers! I’d like to talk to, Barbara... I can’t keep a straight face saying that! It’s such a funny name!”

I handed the phone to Babs.

She took a heavy sigh. "Hello, Pinkie Pie."

“Babs! How are you doing cousin?! Guess what? I’m getting married! Oh! Applejack’s going to be there!"

"WHAT ABOUT APPLE BLOOM? SHE GONNA BE THERE?" she yelled out excitedly. Thank god no one was in the shop to stare at us strangely.

“Well duh! Her, and Big Mac, and Applejack and Applejack’s coltfriend, and Big Mac’s Wife… I bet she’s really nice, I mean who wouldn’t be really nice if they married Big Macie? Oh! Flutters is gonna be there! It’s gonna be so awesome! And I really want you to be there too cousin!”

"If Jacob and Apple Bloom are going, I'm going as well," she replied.

“Well Apple Bloom will be there, and if you want your coltfriend to be there I’m fine with that. Oh, do you need tickets? Cause the trains here are so much fun! They’ve got beds, and a table, and a refrigerator, and even a shower! It’s super funarific!” she gushed.

"Um, he's not my Coltfriend." Babs said. We both blushed. "Will there be a Bachelor and Bachelorrete party?"

“Andy, wasn’t Paul supposed to send them tickets and everything for the Bachelor and Bachelorette party?” Pinkie asked away from the phone.

“Andy said that Paul was supposed to have sent everything to Jacob through his… Ummm… Igor thingie!” Pinkie said excitedly.

"I might actually hang out with the guys this time. I know I'm a girl, but I'm not into girl stuff. If, uh, that's ok with you, Pinkie." Babs said.

“Okay, but, we’re gonna have fun, and cake,” she sang.

"At the wedding or the bachelorette party?"

“Both, silly billy! Oh, it’s gonna be in Las Pegasus, I mean Las Vegas… They sound so close! I went to Las Pegasus that one time… It was so pretty, but I wonder what Las Vegas is like. Andy said that there’s a billion lights all lit up like on Hearth’s Warming!” Pinkie bubbly gushed.

"Oh. Well, you wanna just let Andy and Jacob talk now? I think they might wanna talk to each other.

“Okie Dokie Lokie!” she said before the sounds of springs bouncing off in the distance could be heard.

“So, Jacob still there?” Andy asked.

She handed it back to me. "Dude, I need some advice on something. Mostly what to expect with a Helpmate." I said.

“That’s kind of the thing isn’t it? They’re not really helpmates. I thought that at first, but it different. She wasn’t some fancy program and a bunch of wires. She was alive. Of course, one thing I will say right away… If you’ve got an Apple, most likely you’ve got an Earth Pony, and they get strong, quick. I don’t know how it works, but Pinkie could take several guys I know in a fight fairly easily. I don’t think that she’d really even winded afterward,” Andy said.

"Anything else? Do they, you know, have sex?" I mumbled the last part so Babs wouldn't hear it.

“Trust me you’re going to find out, and yes, yes they do. When you fully bond, and you will, they go into heat. From that point on, I guess that it’s just up to how much and how often they like to be intimate,” he replied.

"So I should expect when Babs will fall in love with me?" I asked.

“It’s sort of a two way street, or it was for Pinkie and me. I had to get past a bunch of the stuff they tried to make me believe back home. Pinkie really helped, and when I was able to get past it the two of us… Look, that old twentieth century saying about how sometimes things just click? It’s like that. You click. There’s something inside of you that flips on and you realize how much you need her, and she feels the same way for you. It just happens, but it happens with the both of you. It’s real. It’s not preprogrammed, or something like that, but instead it’s very real,” Andy said.

"Alright man, I'll talk to you later. Me and Babs are eating ice cream." I said

“Sounds good,” Andy said.

“Did I hear someone say Ice Cream?! CanwegogetsomeAndyplease?!” Pinkie said in a rush throwing all of her words together.

I hung up. "Well, Babs, we're going to a wedding!"

“I’m gonna get to see my cousin! You’re going to get to meet her! You’re gonna love Apple Bloom!” she excitedly said as she held her cup of ice cream.

"You wanna leave now? I'm finished with my banana split."

She nodded, still looking a little excited, “Yeah, that’d be awesome. Hey, should I wear something else to the wedding? I mean, I don’t really think that I planned ahead too well.”

"We'll probably just wear tuxes for us," I said, "I found a good tux renting place where we can get cheap stuff."

“I don’t think that I’ve ever worn a tux before. I mean my mom had me wear this little gown thing once, but it was to a little formal dance thing that I had to go to. I was just glad that Apple Bloom had come to visit me that week. We both kind of felt funny being all dressed up like that,” she said.

"Well, if you want to wear a dress instead, that's fine with me..."

“I could. I mean, if you think that I’d look okay in a dress. I know that I’m not the prettiest mare,” she said blowing a strand of hair out of her face.

Something told me to say something. "Don't say that, Babs. You're the prettiest mare I've ever seen." I regretted saying that right then. I didn't want Babs to feel like a girly girl. She WAS a tomboy like Scootaloo in the show.

“You… you really think that I’m pretty? I’ve never had a stallion tell me that I was pretty. Thanks,” she said with a blush spreading across her cheeks.

"C'mon, let's go home." I said to her as I got up out of my chair.