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// 145. Seed 
// Story: Short Shorts 
// by Coranth 
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"How can you let him do that?" Scootaloo asked as she eyed Apple Bloom's Cousin, Babs Seed. "Isn't that, like, uncool, or something?"

Resting on her side in my lap - as I sat beneath the old tree in the Ponyville Schoolyard - Babs Seed eyed Scootaloo as if she were a bug to be stepped on--and then she promptly rolled over to her other side, letting me stroke-stroke-stroke the fur there. "Meh," the little Earth Pony grunted dismissively. "Youze know nuttin', Scoots. Dis human's hands are da best t'ing evah..." the little foal nickered softly, wriggling to nose into my belly, a gentle sigh escaping her. "A good pettin' helps me deal wid da stress caused by dose bullyin' brats--it feelz so good..."

After stroking and petting her coat for a time, I moved my hands up to her ears to gently scratched behind them and - "Unh... dat damn itchy spot I can nevah reach, oh yeah..." - Babs squirmed, gasped, and then went limp with a deep, pleasure filled groan. It was a sound that made poor Scootaloo whimper. 'Wh-why's it suddenly gotten hotter outside?' She though, quietly sidling away. Babs, meanwhile, had seemingly given up all pretense of being the "tough-Manehattenite"; the little filly was all over me, nuzzling, cuddling, squirming about, moving her body this way and that way for even greater access to my ever-petting and stroking hands.

I swear I never touched her intimate places but if she moved in a certain direction, or wriggled such that my hand ended up somewhere it aught not to, well, that wasn't my fault, was it? Babs didn't seem to mind, if her blissful sighs were any indication. She eventually ended up draped over my chest, looking up into my eyes. "Youze mine," she stated matter-of-factly. "I'mma keepin' youze. Youze not be pettin' dem uddah foals no more, okay? Cause if you do I ain't givin youze dis..."

And then - after checking to make sure no foals were looking - to my utter shock she spun about, then lifted and moved her bobtail to the side, giving me a brief, tantalizing glance of her... her... her...! I looked away so fast I thought I'd get whiplash. Upon seeing my flustered expression, the little filly turned about and smooched me on the cheek. "Youze cute!" she chirped. "Remembah what I said, okay?" Then bold as brass she flicked her tail against my nose and - with a little giggle - hopped off my lap to join her friends. Once she was gone, my brain rebooted itself. 'What the hell just happened?' I thought.