MudBug

MudBug - Becomes so super shiny that no mud or filth stick to her. Spearmint - Becomes immune to the affect of dental care, FILTHY TEETH! Starlight - His colours invert. Champ - No good at sports and very clumsy. ((Will add more when I think of more))

Oooooo I love the sound of her, on name wise it's often for ponies to share a name based with their cutie mark or background?

PRINCESS SUPRISE? O____O

You've put a lot of thought into this and it shows, a little more devlopment maybe into his personality and history could see this going a LONG way but you certainly have a knack for giving a character depth.

The lining is so delicate and smooth, I love it. <3 Gravity is adorable.

Tangled up in himself he managed to find his hooves soon enough, stupid doll undamaged and finding himself repressing every desire to smash the dainty pony in his palm for using his stomache as a landing pad. But all things in good time. His stress would have to be sated at a later date and as he shuffed to stand he peered at the older pony and snorted ever so slightly. As if it should be obvious that he was fine. A simple tumble wouldn't get him down. He wasn't going to state that it did scuff his elbow and knees to Celestia but that wasn't any of this pony's business. "Yeah yeah, 'm fine." The foal snarked as he made his way past Specter, moving back towards the counter as he pulled out some fancy wrapping paper for the doll and began to prepare it for its new owner. The light green paper delicately placed around it before a small pink ribbon was added. He felt like such a girl doing this. How could dad stand doing this? All these ribbons and girly toys and ugggh it made him want to throw up and even as he primped and made the toy packaging look presentable he frowned. That done, he glanced over a list held off to the side on a clipboard and murmured as he eye'd the inventory. Once it stopped at the toy's name there was a soft sound of realisation and he looked to the pony expectantly. "That'll be eight bits."

Being so swept up in the thought of being tortured by cosmetic products and frilly ornamentings that the over exciteable words of the foal caught her offguard with a blessed distraction, blinking from her place she watched the little dance she performed in some manner of way to see her own flank and she smiled knowingly. That old excitement. Who'd have thought her own cutie mark would've been a splodge of mud? Smiling at the thought she stood herself and looked the foal's flank over, frowning a little as the obviousness hit her. This wouldn't be her talent, it was pretty obvious what her talent what and it wasn't this. With a slightly appologetic smile she moved back with a faint sigh. "I'm sorry Sweetie Belle, doesn't look like this is your calling."

Dolls, great. Groaning he moved to the nearest stool and scrambled himself up ontop of it with as much dignity as he could, he hated flailing and he hated tripping, it made him feel weak and that he -hated-. Above all other things. However once he was on the stool, he pushed gently against the wall and the stool wheeled itself along the row of shelves till it stopped at a specific point along the rows of dolls and teddy bears till he stood up on his back hooves to try and reach a specific shelf. Once he had reached it, it was apparent -what- he was reaching for. A bright white pony doll with a small gala dress adorned with faux pearls and gems on the silk and it's long blone locks curled and added with tiny glittering flowers to match its dress. As it was handled, it was apparent the care the boy was putting into handling it, eyes wide in concentration as he kept his balance and held the delicate little lady in his hooves before hopping off his stool. As he hopped, the stool must've shifted with his weight because his body jolted and he went rolling, doll flown into the air as the foal went tumbling like a ball to the far wall with a crash, teddy ursa's landing on him with soft squeaks or gentle sounds of fabric on nose before it was joined with the doll landing with an equally delicate thud on his aproned stomache. With a brief look of panic he inspected the doll, looking for any broken parts. Any frayed fabric. Any missing pearls or gems. But it slowly became apparent that where he'd went rolling like a tumbleweed across the floor, the doll was still in its perfect state. Lucky, stupid doll. Holding it aloft he dropped his head back to look at the customer, everything slightly twirled with the dizziness added with everything being upside down. "T-This might be good."

Added art from Dev<3

Glowering slightly under his mohawk he supressed every want to yell and to shout at the pony before him for his comment, ofcourse he wasn't happy to work here, dealing with foals and adults and...and just Ponyvillian's alike. But thinking of his father he felt the tiniest twinge of guilt as the young colt scuffed his hooves against the floor and he moved to the nearest wall of dols sat on a shelf neatly, pretty pony dolls with lovely hair and wooden ponies on wheels, wooden cows and sheep and dogs and piglets, all painted and the like to make them look more appealing. Girls liked pink right? "What does your little sister like, or don't you know?" Glancing back at the pony he frowned faintly, picking up one toy and looking at it before settling it back down. Darnit he wanted to get out and play or kick something about. He hated work and he hated the shop. "I can't help ya with girls toys unless you know what your sister would like."

At this point, Muddy just gawked at Sweetie Belle as a slow feeling of dread crept up the back of her spine. She was doomed. That posh unicorn was her SISTER and she was MUDDY. MudBug one, if not -the- muddiest ponies in all of Ponyville, if that prissy unicorn found out she was behind this she'd be scrubbed and polished to the point of none existance. She was DOOMED! Realising she'd started hyperventilating at the thought of make up and hoof scrub and corsets, she blinked and forced a smile for Sweetie Belle's sake. "O-Oh...how...how sad...I'm sure she's just thinking of your safety." Who wouldn't in that over feminine death trap. Lace and stockings as far as the eye could see and eyelash curlers, filthy, torturing eyelash curlers. Gulping she steeled herself to stop her from shaking like a pony left out in the middle of a blizzard. Relax darnit, it wasn't that bad. It was just a silly feminine thing to do, nothing would happen to her. She was fine. She was safe. She was cool and collected- "You won't tell her that I let you hang out in the mud, right?" She squeaked almost fearfully. Smooth. Very very smooth.

Mid work she couldn't help but blink mid slosh of mud as the little foal opened up her pipes and started singing, sitting herself down she listened on and couldn't help but stare in awe of the little lady for a moment or two. Dang, this kid didn't have a cutie mark? It was pretty obvious what her talent was! I mean she was shocked the birds hadn't started joining in with this little honey, still she supposed it was better for her to find out on her own. That didn't stop her raising her hooves and clopping as she cheered at the foal with a fevour, she did appreciate a good song. "Woo! Dang kid, you got some serious pipes on you, that was an -awesome- song!" Moving to her hooves she smiled, noticing the white foal was now caked with mud and smirking somewhat worriedly, she did come from Carousel Boutique right? A thought struck her and she hid a small, mischevious glint in her eyes. That prissy perfect unicorn would have a fit to see an equally perfect little unicorn caked in mud, besides, the kid enjoyed herself and it would be a scorcher today. She could tell. Best to let her keep the mud. Still.. "So kid, I noticed you now and then coming out of the boutique, you work there?"

Hearing the bell at the door jingle, the foal was pulled from his thoughts with a slight grumble, no customers today, pleeeeease no customers, but seeing the pony walk in he found himself wincing to himself and watched this strangepony approach the counter. He'd never seen this one before, then again, he hadn't really chosen to socialise much with the Ponyvillian's and watching him the comment struck a chord. Glowering he was about to let this older colt have it before his father's yelling voice rang around in his thoughts. In a drolled out tone he sighed. "Welcome to Tiny Hooves Toy Shop..." He started unenthusiasticly, moving from the stool and around the counter as he watched him, eyes half lidded almost like he was tired from the effort of talking to this pony and he scuffed a hoof against the floor impatiently. He could be kicking his ball around or something right now, or finding a way to get home. "How can I...help you...?"

Pinkie Pie in a can-can dress is the best thing I've EVER seen, this was a GREAT episode.

If he does have a crush it's gone completely over Champ's head O___o...Oh well, ALL FOR DEVELOPMENT.

Dude that's so freaky, I just saw your pics today <3 They're awesome.

FOUR HORSE POWER ENGINE, LAWL, I GET IT.

Champ would be such a pushover with the right filly.

The Tiny Hooves Toy Shop had only opened up a couple of months ago and so many commisions for so many toys had been made it was unimaginable to think that one eager earth pony stallion could make so many in so short a time, the walls were covered in custom cuckoo clocks, wind up toys, teddy bears, dolls while on the floor were baskets of balls and soft toys and wooden toys. Wooden toys especially seemed to be everywhere, varnished and polished and painted. With bells and screws, wheels, horns and all manner of different attachment's for the foal's enjoyment. However no foals, infact no one had come into the shop at the moment, the sign said 'closed' and inside the owner was busy writing something at the counter with a very disgruntled looking aqua foal sat on a stool nearby. The two would occasionally glance at each other, the stallion would offer a smile maybe, but he wouldn't recieve it from the angry looking young male and there would be a lengthy pause before the same continued. Finally the older male broke with a sigh as he finished writing. "Champ..." The foal scrunched his face at being spoken too and turned himself away as the stallion forced a small, if somewhat helpless smile as he raised a hoof to rest on the boy's back in some hope to be a comfort. "Buddy look, I know you're not used to all this change and moving to a new home is difficult for somepony your age, but taking it out on other ponies just isn't-" "I hate it here!" The foal snapped at the adult, apparently his father, who winced and took his hoof away with a small sigh. He then turned and moved to roll up the piece of paper he'd been writing on with a slightly worried look to his young son who continued to huff on the stool. "Look, Champ," The tired old pony started. "I'm going to send this appology letter to miss Applejack and miss Rarity, atleast I believe that's what their name's were, for the trouble you caused the other day...maybe they'll have some work for you to do to make up for what you did, or atleast accept the appology-" "Dad! I wanna go -home-!" The brash young foal interupted again, jumping down from the stool. "I hate being here, the ponies are stupid and I miss my friends!" "You can make new friends." "I don't want to make new friends! I WANT TO GO -HOME-!" "CHAMP!" The older stallion watched his son shrink back slightly at his yelling, to which a small, bedraggled sigh once more left his muzzle and he headed for the front of the shop. Flipping the sign to 'open' as he began to make his way out. "I need you to watch the shop whilst I'm off posting these letters, please, just do this for me, will you, son?" Watching his father leave with the small jingle of the shop door's bell, the young male just gritted his teeth and went to slide on his assitant's apron. He hated watching the shop. He hated customers. He hated Ponyville. As he moved to sit on the counter stool he let his mind drift onto Fillydelphia and the friends they'd been forced to leave and the happy memories that were there with it too.

Watching on quietly, she found her smile tugging slightly at the corners of her muzzle. It did her heart good to see ponies enjoying mud, sloshing around like happy piggies to enjoy the soft, moist squelch, the cooling sensation against their pelt. It was a perfect way to spend the day and seeing this pure white little foal prancing around like a show pony in the muck just made her titter good naturedly. She moved to join her as she squelched and smooshed her way into the mud, dragging her hooves into the dirt to part the muck like waves and pile them into vertical lines whilst Sweetie enjoyed herself. "I'm glad you're having fun, this is probably one of the funnest jobs there is, to me atleast, I can't spend one whole day without getting my hooves into some nice wet, sludgy mud." Looking over to the foal as she moved some mud aside with her nuzzle before playfully nudging her messy muzzle on Sweetie's side. "I sometimes help up at Sweet Apple acres with the pig sty, the dirt for the seeds, the old trees and the like, it's a lot of fun and a big level of freedom....'cept when ponies complain about me being dirty." There was a faint roll to her eyes. Dirty, there was nothing wrong with her mud. She was just enjoying herself. If ponies didn't like her being muddy, it was their problem and they could just live with that.

A newfound respect had been birthed for the little foal infront of her before seeing the perky little filly kick up dust to which she laughed heartily at, this girl knew how to look after herself alright. She was the bomb. Taking one more cautious look back to the strange pony who was now going on about some ridiculous and dangerous sounding plan she couldn't help but turn with Sweetie Belle and mutter something quiet enough for only the young lady to hear. "That dude's a little loopy in the brain, maybe we should see about heading him off to the crazy barn." It was more a playful joke than anything as she smiled at Sweetie Belle and found her hooves deep back into the mud, letting out a small, pleased sigh as she squished her hooves around indulgently once more. Something then popped at the top of her head as she turned back to the foal and smiled to her. "By the way, the name's MudBug, heh, for obvious reasons." Making her point clear by stepping on a large pile of mud and listening to the sloshy squelch as it escaped around her hoof. "What about yourself, tiger? What's your name?"

Bug watched on with a great ammount of respect as Sweetie belted out her feelings heart and soul at the jerkwad, smiling akwardly as it dwindled off to sniffles and hiding under her like she was a pony umbrella or blanket and leaning her head down to try and coersively nudge the tiny foal's cheek, in some manner of comfort. She'd never dealt with foals a lot, but they needed gentle words and comfort as much as any fretting or upset pony. Even then, she was suprised at what happened next. The other's yelling made her groan in faint frustration, about ready to pummel the stupid stallion as she rose her head and stared defiantly at Dark Core. There he went. Flapping his lips. Yelling. Crying-wait. What? Arching a brow in faint confusion she couldn't help but blink at the male for a moment or two...was he standing up for the little foal after all that insulting and mayhem he tried to cause? That...was confusing. She kept herself next to Sweetie quite protectively as she watched Dark Core, lavender eyes narrowed behind her forelock that had finally stopped dripping and watched as the dye ran out of his cheeks with his tears....he dyed his pelt? Didn't mares do that? That was just...weird. He saw the faint colour of white under the watered down black and then glanced to the foal. "Not to burst your bubble, but how exactly are you going to 'rule this land' as you so eloquently put it? More water balloons?" She motioned to herself with a faint smirk. "Somehow I doubt that's gonna cut it."

"YEAH!" She yelled after him. "YOU BETTER GET LOST, YOU CREEP!" Gritting her teeth in frustration she watched the other leave and snorted faintly, what a total and utter jerk he was. A doorstep!? The poor kid! As he walked away she looked over the stain on the cloak and smirked, silently wishing that it never got washed out before she pressed more important matters first. Turning and looking to the foal worriedly she lowered her head and watched Sweetie Belle. Those eyes could make any pony feel bad and dang if they weren't making her feel awful. Poor little thing. Nudging Sweetie's side with her nose she tried to offer a sincere smile at the young filly, watching all her precious mud fall from her bangs and fur, but it was more important that this little one be seen too first and she watched the tiny unicorn hopefully to see if she was alright. "Hey, don't take any notice of that creep, the guy's obviously got his horn stuck in his brain." She winked at the tiny foal and then looked over herself. Ugh. She was so...-clean-. Glancing over her shoulder she glared at the dark unicorn, who did that guy think he is? Minions indeed. Pfft. She had half a mind to dunk him in mud as she'd said to do, but with that said she supposed it was better to 'take the higher ground' and instead made sure she was here for the unmarked foal.

Not sure what to say at that comment she just kind of gawked akwardly at Sweetie Belle, one ear flicking slightly before a faintly nervous laugh tittered from her, sure, yeah, helping by making her clean. That was totally, totally helpful. She smiled at the little filly's innocence on the matter before her ears swivelled as her bomb hit its target. Grinning she turned and watched Dark Core as he spoke, the grin slowly drawing to a slightly worried look as she watched this colt over her shoulder for a moment or two and then glanced sideways to Sweetie Belle. Was this dude for real? Then looking back to him she watched his point and raise his voice slightly at the foal and that ticked her off ever so slightly more and she turned to stare the dark coloured male down through her wet, still dripping bangs. Her tickedoff-ness growing more as he demanded an appology in such a condescending manner. "Minions? -Appologise-?" Taking a few heavy hoof steps closer she narrowed her eyes at Core and found herself practically glaring at this point and time. "Where do you get off throwing balloons at people and yelling like an amateur drama student at young foals? I should bury you in this garden for acting like some crazed buck."

Watching the dark colt fall from the tree she had to stare at him for a moment or two, soaked and shivering ever so slightly she felt the earth beneath her hooves and arched a brow. He was quite a trek away...but maybe... Glancing behind her she made sure the young filly was alright before staring at the ground beneath her back hooves, that was soft enough. Raising them she slammed them into the dirt with a resounding 'thunk' and softened up the muck, clogging it together into a hoofball sized bomb of sludge before she rested it between her hooves. Call it petty, but she had been enjoying her talk and been enjoying her muddiness till this balloon slinging offender came along, once she was sure he was just far enough she used the muscles in her legs to heave down her center of gravity and the mudbomb went hurtling over her head in an arc with a whistle. It wouldn't reappear for a second or two, but when it did it would he heading like a dark brown rocket for the back of that smug young stallion's head. But Muddy wasn't concerned with that, or whether it hit. If it hit near enough the message would've been clear and with that done she turned and glanced at Sweetie Belle with a faintly worried expression. "Y'okay, kid?"