Anthropomorphic Seed

Chapter 4: The Seed of Romance and Rap Battling

A Babs Seed romance story

"Happy birthday, Babs!" I walked into her room the morning of her birthday with a big vanilla cake that Pinkie send to me. Written on top with pink icing said "Happy Birthday, Babs Seed!"

“Huh? Birthday? It… It’s my birthday? It’s my birthday!!!” she exclaimed throwing back the sheet that was covering her.

Her only clothes were the hockey jersey and a pair of white cotton panties. She jumped toward me and nearly destroyed the cake when she wrapped her arms around his neck giving me a hug.

"Woah! Dont hug me yet! You nearly knocked the cake over!" I said

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly, “Is that a Pinkie Pie cake? Oh man we’re gonna have such a huge sugar high!”

"Yeah, Pinkie and Andy said happy birthday to you," I said, "Also, I have a surprise for you after this!"

“Oh? What’s the surprise? You can tell me, please?” she asked, smilingly far too sweetly.

"I'll tell you after you eat your cake," I replied

She started to give a small pout, but then just shrugged her shoulders, “Okay, I can deal with that, so what do you want to do today?” she said as they carried the cake to the dining area.

"We're going to do lots of fu-" I was inturrupted by my phone ringing. "Hello? ... Oh hey! Yeah she's here, hold on," I gave the phone to Babs.

"Babs!" A fimiliar high pitched southern accent came from the phone. "It's me, Apple Bloom!"

“Apple Bloom! How are you doing cousin?! What’s going on?! Pinkie Pie told us that you’re going to be at her wedding, and we’re going to come to it too! It’s been forever it seems like!” Babs practically gushed as she talked to her cousin.

"Things have been going great! Ah'm living with Big Mac and his wife Jessica in Sweet Nectar Acres! It's so much fun out here, like Sweet Apple Acres! Ah wish Granny Smith was here though... So how's yer life going?"

“It’s pretty good. Right now I’m staying with a friend, and he’s been nothing but a gentlecolt. So have you heard anything from Sweetie Belle or Scootaloo?” she asked.

"No, nothing yet." Apple Bloom said. "But when we all get in contact, we should meet up! Aren't ya going to that wedding? We could catch up there after the wedding if you want."

“Yeah, we’re gonna come to that wedding, and I’m looking forward to meeting with you! It kinda sucks that you haven’t heard anything about Scoots or Sweetie yet. I wonder if anypony else we know might hanging out around here. Say, Apple Bloom, do you grow peaches out there?” she asked.

"Yeah! Why do you ask?" Apple Bloom asked

“I think that I ate some of the ice cream made from your peaches,” she replied.

"Oh. Well what a coinkiedink." Apple Bloom said

"Apple Bloom, come help me!" A female voice called.

"Ah gotta go, Ah'll talk to you later, ok?" Apple Bloom quickly said.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later Apple Bloom. Have fun cousin,” she said before he line went dead.

"So how did it go?" I asked.

“It was so good to get to talk to her. I was thinking that I wouldn’t get to until the wedding… That’s the best birthday present I think that I’ve ever gotten,” she replied.

"So I've planned something great tonight. You'll really enjoy it," I said to her

“Oh? And what is it that you’ve got planned?” she asked smiling and leaning closer. It seemed like she heard that I thought she was beautiful she had been in a far better mood, and she tended to flirt a little with me.

I handed her a folded up flier. "Every week they have a rap battle thing I always go to. Of course I enter in and just crush people. You should come with me."

“So, you crush people with your mad rhymes huh? Yeah, I’d like to see you take on everypony else,” she said.

I noticed she was subtly leaning a little closer so I leaned in as well and booped her on the nose. I laughed and got up.

“Funny,” she said getting up while looking at the three quarters of cake left on the table. The overly sweet frosting was wafting off of her breath.

I walked to the couch and sat down, awaiting Babs to sit down next to me.

She stretched, as she stood there. Turning away from me, putting her hands up over her head and leaning back a little letting her back stretch out. Once she was finished she walked over, taking a seat next to me. I felt the warmth from her. The way it radiated off of her, and then I felt a small poke as she poked my shoulder.

“Hey,” she said.

"Hey,” I said back.

Waiting for a moment I felt a pair of lips on my cheek.

“Thanks for the awesome birthday so far,” she said.

I blushed heavily. She actually did that to me?

And then I did what could possibly be the most regrettable decision in my entire life. I took it way too far and kissed her fully on the lips.

I almost expected it freak her out. Part of me expected her pull back, but instead I felt her hands snake up around my neck, and she slid onto my lap. The kiss deepened. I felt her lips open, offering me a taste of her. The cake from Pinkie, a faint taste of sweet red delicious apples, and then something else covered my senses. She pulled back, got up, and her tail swished giving me a view of her white cottoned bottom.

“You’re sweet, and I like you, but that’s as far as I’m willing to go right now,” she said.

"That's as far as I needed to go," I hugged Babs.

She returned the hug, bits of her strength leaked through the hug. It wasn’t so hard to hurt, but it was certainly a tight and close hug, “I guess that I need to get dressed huh?”

I was so willing to say 'you should get UNdressed' in a tongue and cheek way, but I still had my common sense with me.

"Yeah. You should," I said.

She broke the hug first, and the smile she had looked genuinely happy.

“Okay, I’m going to see what I’ve got, and I’ll be back in a couple of minutes,” she said as she walked into her room. All I could focus on was her tail swishing back and forth.

8:09 PM.

We walked inside the record store. Music was booming from the shop, mostly old classics like Doctor Dre and others. People were swarming the record store for this big event. I saw one of my good friends rush up to me.

"EY! MAH HOMIE!" He said as he gave me a right hug. "It's been weeks since you've last came here! What's with ya?"

"Ah, it's nothing. Just got out of a serious depression." I said. "I brought one of my friends along; this is Barbara."

“Hi,” she said. Her ears seemed to moving around, getting every single sound that she could.

He immediately hugged her. "Name's Doug, but people call me Dogg." He let go. "You gonna sign up for the rap battle?"

“Actually, I came to watch. He,” she said pointing at me, “said that he was going to drop some mad rhymes.”

"Ah, Jacob. Whenever he comes by here this time of night, he always kicks some major ass!"

She smiled, looked at me, and then looked at the other people signing up. One of them was wearing a fedora, dressed like he had stepped out of the early nineties. He looked at over at us and then at her.

“Hi,” she said giving a small wave.

He gave a short nod, and whispered to a guy next to him.

"C'mon, Jacob, let's get you signed up and ready!" Dogg said as he grabbed me and rushed me to the back.

8:32 PM

Babs Seed POV

The moment Jacob walked to the back, I looked around at the people who were still signing up, and standing around.

“What it is babygirl, my home boy Mixer saw you lookin’ at him," he said, “He’d like for you to come over and have a little talk with him.”

“Thanks, but I’m here with Jacob,” I replied.

“That jabroni? What’s a baby’s got back girl like you doing kickin’ it with him?” he asked.

“Well, he doesn’t have to pretend to know how to talk to a mare for one, and two, he’s got the teats to actually come up and talk to me himself. It seems to me like your homeboy is lacking,” I replied.

“Okay, okay, well, Mixer is gonna crush your little jabroni. He’s hard core man. He came from the lower east Stacks,” he said.

“And that means what to me?” I asked.

He turned around, “Bitch,” he muttered.

“Oh, it’s on. I wasn’t going to sign up for this, but no one calls Babs Seed a bitch!” I shouted as I walked toward the signup list and wrote in my name.

"YO!" Jacob shouted at the stage, with what looks to be like a white fur coat. "Who's ready for tonight's Rap Battle?"

Everypony went nuts as they screamed and cheered.

"Yo, Dogg, give me that sign up sheet!" Jacob demanded at Dogg.

When I first met Jacob, I thought he was just this really nice colt that was quiet, shy, and meek. But what I saw on that stage blew my mind. I think my feelings for him might have changed now.

"Alright!" He threw the clipboard at Jacob. He caught it at the last second right before it would hit his face.

"Alright, first round we have the infamous Mixer..."

Everyone booed ad Mixer. I just guessed he was really hated in this part of town.

"Versus Ba- wait, am I reading this correctly? EVERYONE WE HAVE A NEW RAPPER, BABS SEED!" He pointed directly at me, as everypony stared at me.

"Come on up, you guys!" Dogg said from behind Jacob.

“Look what we got here, a little pony riding a jabroni.
Ass be phat, but tude be rude, back off before I prove that you’re really just a dude.
Head on home little girl, before I act like a bully from your old school and give you a little toilet swirl,
Radar ears, flicking over here.
Teeth so white gotta be made by mike.
Go ahead run on home, take off before you get powned.
Gonna take you down, enjoy the ride like a clown bride.
So what you gonna do little pony gonna do like sony,
and just get powned by the powner.” he said. Everyone booed loudly and anticipated my rhymes.

I took a deep breath.

"First of all you can't be in the league if you can't spell it.
Man you're such a pussy that I can smell it.
It's not fair to compare anypony to me,
No one, and I mean no one can match me.
Lyrically, it's silly to me, for you to think you can beat me
I'll leave you and your 'homie' to the ground six feet deep
I'm evil and I ain't nice, I'll open you up with a knife, and that will be the end of your life."

I was expecting everyone to boo me too, but everyone cheered. I heard Jacob yell out "KICK HIS ASS, BABS!"

“End my life? You wrong my rhymes are the knife,
And I’m the reaper. I can see that you’re in need of a keeper.
Looks to me that don’t know who you messing with
Kid from the Stacks brought up on hate like the Sith
I’ll tear down y’alls walls and erect a sign
Open for business, cause you know I gotta get mine!
Phat stack earner from the stacks, time to check that knife in your back.
Weak ass rhymes can’t even come close to me
Might as well dress in a maid outfit and serve some tea,
because that’s the only way you gonna serve me!
You claim to be bad?
I’d say that Babs Seed done been had!” he said with a laugh waiting for an applause that didn’t come.

The sound of silence seemed to amplify everything.

"I'm not Babs, I'm the Baddest Seed,
And I'll be a better rapper than you'll ever be,
You're weak ass rhymes seem to do you no good,
I'm guessing you grew up in a shitty neighborhood,
I know why you're Mixer, because you sound like a blender
Now you go send me a postcard from hell, return to sender."

I spitted those rhymes out so bad. I felt amazed as what I could do now. Everypony went wild again.

He glared and took in a deep breath.

“Gonna make this good.
Says send a postcard from hell, too bad that’s my neighborhood!
Growing up seeing my moms peggin the devil while getting hers
Taught nothing more than how to serve
bitting off the world and still not more than I can chew
but you’re bitting the worse possile thing and it’s far too hard for you
Claiming to be bad, but you’re just sad
Little lady has to settle for jabroni gravy
The phat earner, world burner, Eye turner
gonna end this with a trip to morgue
no Babs no more,” he spat the last word of his rhymes.

“Yeah Mixer give up for Mixer,” his homie said.

Again silence was all there was.

"Little lady? Bich please, I have some fucking balls
And I bet your little dick is microscopically small
I can't believe you actually took this challenge to rap against me
I can kick your ass so much like fucking Bruce Lee
And if you want me to go die in a hole
I can't. Because you're in there, making it full."

"AND THAT WAS BATTLE ONE!" Jacob inturrupted. "Applause if you think Mixer won!"

Mixer’s little homie clapped and cheered like there was no tomorrow. He stopped and the entire room was completely quiet.

“Oh fuck all of you! You know that he kicked the shit out of her!” he shouted, “Her weak ass rhymes didn’t touch Mixer!”

No one said a word, no one else applauded at all.

“Mixer, you’re the shit man, you know that you’re the shit,” his little homie said.

“I know man. I’m fuckin’ Boba Fett making phat stacks for my vette,” Mixer replied.

"WHO THOUGHT BABS WON?" Jacob yelled out.

The entire crowd, minus Mixer’s little homie and Mixer himself cheered, filling the entire room with noise.

“Man, fuck you all,” Mixer’s little homie said.

"THE WINNER IS BABS SEED!" Jacob said. He came up to me and hugged me. "Nice job, Babs." He mumbled so only I could hear it.

I smiled at him and hugged him back tightly. I didn’t even notice the tingly feeling on my flank. Instead I enjoyed the moment of hugging him and being there.

“Thanks so much for that,” I said.

I looked to see Mixer standing there, and instead of looking pissed off he grinned and stuck out his hand.

“Congradulations. You can spit some rhymes, but next time I’m not taking it easy just because you’re a girl,” he said.

"I'm not a girl, I'm a tomboy," I corrected him.