Chapter 7: The Seed of Fancy Dinners (A crossover with Lady and the Solider)

The smell of baked Alaska Crab floated in the air. Rarity looked at some of the entrees and scrunched up her muzzle a little.

“I cannot decide on what to get here.” I thought aloud. “Babs, what are you deciding on?”

“That smells really good,” Babs said as she pointed toward the baked crab.

“Oh Darling… no, just no. I think that a salad would be more my speed,” Rarity replied.

“Salad? Why do you want to do salad? Seriously, we have a chance of getting some seafood,” Babs said.

“Darling, I’d rather not eat anything that had the ability to move and feel.. It feels so barbaric,” she replied

“Ok, Rarity, whatever you say. I’m going to order the salmon, and a fish chowder.” I said.

“I have no idea what I’m getting.” Babs said.

“I’ll have a salad as well,” John said.

“Oh, you don’t have to have one on my account,” Rarity replied smiling at him.

“It’s good to try new things, and besides I don’t mind it at all,” he said before he touched her hand.

The both of them looked at each other for a moment before they kiss.

“Don’t you dare, Babs.” I said to her indirectly. “Not now.”

“You’re a little embarrassed aren’t you?” John asked.

“We just snuggled during the train ride here, so I don’t really need any kissing stuff.” I said, coldly.

“Well, it appears that your marefriend doesn’t really agree darling,” Rarity said nodding toward Babs who had her arms crossed and was glaring at me.

“You’re going to slap me again, aren’t you?”

“Now that you said it.” Babs slapped me.

“Today is just full of slaps.” I said, sarcastically.

“It doesn’t have to be, but you keep heading that way,” she replied.

“Darlings, why don’t the two of you take a moment, get up, and ask the band over there to play so you can dance. Seriously, the tension between the two of you is thick enough to cut with a knife,” Rarity said.

“There’s a band?” Jacob asked. “I don’t see it.”

“Me neither.” Babs said as she blew her hair.

“They’re right over there,” she said pointing toward the string quartet, “Excuse me, my friends here would like if you’d play a waltz for them. They want to dance.”

“Oh nonononono.” I said as I curled into a ball.

“This is going to suck.” Babs said, her face as read as a ripe cherry.

“Well, go ahead and play for us,” Rarity said getting up and grabbing John’s hand.

The band began to play a slow waltz and Rarity led John to the floor.

“Well, shall we dance, Babrara?” I said as I got up.

“I don’t know if I want to now. You didn’t want me to kiss on you, or anything else,” Babs replied.

“Rarity’s making us do this, so why not enjoy it?” I put my hand in front of Babs. “Shall I have this dance?”

“Okay, but you better let me kiss you while we dance,” she said getting up, taking his hand

We walked to the dance floor, where the band was playing. I’m guessing Babs knew how to dance, since she immediately put us in position of, I’m guessing, the waltz.

“So…” I mumbled.

“Just let me lead,” she replied, “It’s just the two of us, so keep your eyes on me, and no one else.”

“No one else? Since when do I want to not want to take my eyes away from your beautiful face?” I asked, sweetly.

She blushed, grinned, and began to slowly move leading me around in the steps. Our bodies began to touch and I felt her breath on my face. Our lips touched, lightly…

“John, mind you hands!” Rarity said in surprise.

“Darlin’ they got more manners than I do,” John replied.

I used context clues to figure out that he was almost going to touch her flank, so I subtly move my hand on her back lower.

“What are you… Oh!” she gasped in surprise as I placed my hand above her tail.

“Jacob! What are you doing?!” she let out a soft moan at the touch.

“Nothing…” I lied as I stopped. I don’t wanna piss her off more. “So, this is enjoyable and romantic…”

Her breath was slightly heavy as she leaned against me, “You didn’t have to stop… It felt… really good,” she whispered.

“What, the dancing or the other thing?” I asked.

“Both,” she admitted. There was a light blush to her face. It was refreshing to see this side of her. A side that was most often reserved for when we were together. Now, she was opening up a little more for me here, and now.

“Have you ever even done this before?” I asked.

“My mom sent me to a school to learn how to be a good little filly. The kind of school that taught me to cook, clean, dance, and take care of foals. I didn’t like all of it, but I loved the dancing,” she replied.

“Was that, like, a boarding school? How long did you go for?”

“I think it was called a finishing school. I just remember it not always being fun. The headmare there was a little too strict,” she said laying her head on my shoulder, “but then again if she wasn’t I wouldn’t be able to do this with you. Jacob, you’re okay with everything right? I mean us having our foal, and everything else right?”

“I dunno, it just seems way too quick now.” I said as I kissed her lightly. “Don’t you have a sister or something?”

She growled lightly. I felt her hands gently squeeze harder before relaxing, “Half sister. Sunflower, she’s my father’s daughter with that… other woman. I.. I know that Apples are Apples, but I don’t think she should qualify. She’s terrible,” she whispered, “She actually makes Diamond Tiara seem like a good little filly.”

“I actually heard Diamond is here. Not here here, just somewhere.”

“What?” she asked sounding a little angry.

“When you see her, slap her or something.” I said.

“I want to, I really want to, but it’s not going to help me. If I see her I don’t know what I’ll do, but I’m going to try to be calm. I’ve got to consider that eventually I’m going to have set an example,” she replied.

“Yeah, for our baby. Speaking of which, this may be kind of early, but have you thought of any names for it?” I asked.

“I’ve been thinking of a few, but what are your ideas?” she asked.

“Well, we could name her Pumpkin Seed. That could work. Or if it’s a male, then maybe ‘Bad” Seed, like your name.”

“I don’t know if I want him to think that he’s a bad colt, but we could work with it. Pumpkin, I like it. I hope it’s a little filly,” she replied.

“I was hoping it was a male. My last girlfriend was going to birth what we predicted to be a boy, but she had a miscarriage followed by her, well, you know.” I said.

“Whatever our foal is I’ll love them to my dying day, and I know you will too,” she said as the song ends. We stand there looking at each other. Breathing the same air, seeing deeper into each other’s souls than ever before.

“I…” I started, but trailed off.

She leaned into me. Our lips met, and I feel hers open. For a moment our tongues touch. No fighting for dominance, although it was still passionate. She was giving complete control over to me. Trusting me to take this as far as she was comfortable with.

I let go, “So, uh, you wanna, like, order the food now?”

“S...sure, that’d be okay,” she said.

We moved back to the table to see a very pleased Rarity sitting next to John.

“That was so sweet! I’m so glad that I could do that for you both,” she said to us.

“Heh, thanks. I guess that’s why you’re my favorite harmony bearer.” I said as I scooted my chair in. “So, what are we getting?”

“Well, I believe that John and I are getting salads, but order whatever you’d like Darling,” Rarity said.

“Babs, you want to share a lobster tail dinner with me?” I asked.

“I’d… I’d like that,” she said.

I felt her hand slip into my own. The waiter walked by almost not stopping until John cleared his throat.

“Scuse me fella, but we’d like a little service,” he said.

“Of course sir, Have you looked at your menus yet?” he asked.

“Eeyup.” I said in my best Big Mac impression.

“I see… Did you understand the menus?” he asked.

“Yes, we did darling, and we’ve all decided on what we’d like,” Rarity replied.

“Oh, and what has the lady decided that she would like?” he asked.

“Actually, I believe that our friends would like to order first,” she replied.

“A lobster tail to share between me and Jake.” Babs said, pointing at me.

“Very well, One Lobster tail dinner, shared between the two of you, and Madam?” he asked.

“We both would like to have your watercress salad, and a dish of black bean pate to share,” Rarity said.

“Would that be all?” he asked.

“I believe so,” Rarity said.

The waiter left.

“So, after this, what does everypony wanna do?” I asked.

“I thought about taking Rarity to one of the fashion stores. She was wanting to look at some of the designs, and I’m hoping to talk her into Frederick's of Hollywood,” John said.

“It sounds divine, but John hasn’t really said what they specialize in,” she replied.

I giggled, “Oh, you’ll find out, Rarity.”

“What do the sell?” Babs asked.

I whispered it to her.
Babs gave me a smirk, “Can you take me there?”

“Maaaaaybe.” I replied as we went into a romantic kiss.

The waiter returned to freshen our drinks. He looked at the four of us with obvious distain on his face. It was as if he was angry about the fact that he had to wait on us. He placed Babs’ Lemonade on the table near her, but sat it unevenly on the coaster. It promptly fell over and spilled onto her clothes.

“My apologies, I believe there is a pet store nearby that you can get another set of clothes from,” he said.

I proceeded to stand up and punch the waiter’s face hard. John stopped the door man and the other waiter that came running. He lashed out at both of them laying them out, and then turned to the waiter that was down as well. He grabbed a bottle from a neighboring table and bashed it causing it leave a sharp edge. I rammed the two waiters heads together, knocking them both out.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” I said as I pulled out a cylinder from my scalbert.

John held the broken beer bottle out in front of him. “Right behind ya’, Jake!”

“YEAH, VIOLENCE!” Babs yelled out.

“Oh For Celestia’s sake! John! Jacob! Would the both of you colts please calm down and we’ll just leave,” Rarity said.

“Nah, Rares. He insults Babs, we attack.” I said to the white anthro mare.

“Why do all stallions have to act like so uncouth… Mother was right, a good stallion is still quite a bit of work,” she groaned.

“MORE VIOLENCE!” Babs yelled out as we ran out. I pressed a button on the silver cylinder as is morphed into a neutron accelerator, straight out of “Demolition Man”.

Rarity shook her head and touched John’s arm.

“Please, John, I know that you are a better stallion than this. I… I gave myself to you knowing that you are a good stallion,” Rarity said.

“I don’t want to let people like this walk over you, or anyone else. Rarity, we’re going to leave, but we’re not go-”

“Gonna do what I just did?” I said to him as we rushed out of the restaurant. “John Lennon, you have any suggestions of what to do now?”

“Sir, I would suggest that you head straight down the alley, turn left, and then head straight into the back of a bar that I’ve marked. I believe that you shall be safe there. It is called the Blue Oyster Club,” he said.

“I was thinking we could just order room service at our hotel room.” I said. “We don’t need to cause more attention than we need to, unless you’re sure about this Blue Oyster club.”

“Sir, it is a rowdy bar, open to people of all lifestyles,” he replied.

“John, we’re not going to a gay bar.” I said. “I remember what a ‘Blue Oyster’ is.”

“Very well sir, I believed that you wanted to evade the authorities. The Blue Oyster isn’t heavily monitored, however, there is a motel six with a bar half a mile down the road in the same direction,”

“Lead me there.” I said.

He pulled up a map indicating the alleyways to take and avoid. Within minutes we found ourselves in front of a faded red and blue sign. The sign lit up showing an off red six. We walked up to the office and saw an elderly man working behind the counter. We opened the door and he looked at the four of us.

“Whelp, I dun thought that I’d seen everything. The rooms are thirty-six credits a piece, the bar and grill are open to two am. Don’t start shit in the bar unless you plan on finishing it. Most of the fellas that go there work at the farms, or drive the cargo cross country. Ain’t none of them feel like puttin’ up with any uppity shit. Otherwise, enjoy your stay, and don’t stain the fuckin’ sheets,” he said passing the thumb reader toward us.

We rented two rooms, one for each of the couples, so we can get privacy. And, oh boy am I glad I got a separate room with Babs.

Author's Note

Special thanks to L0rd0f7hund3r for helping us with ideas!