MudBug

After making sure was safe on her back, she reassured the dragon with a gentle nudge of her nose to the overgrown lizard's spines and a small smile on her muzzle.

"Yeah, it's over, Scales." Muddy said, still smiling her her eyes turned to the scene before her.

Eyeing the brown unicorn and the prince as he stood himself up and looked a little rosey in the cheek, hiding her own smile under a concerned look as she trotted over to the two. Or more so, Astron, to make sure her friend was still in one piece. He looked alright but she was still concerned...and curious as she stood by his side and let her lavender eyes roam over the unicorn.

Going a little pink from embarassment herself, the earth filly let out a faint chuckle under her breath and raised a hoof to playfully nudge the white unicorn's shoulder.

"Gotta admit though, if you haven't tripped up, you would've had me for sure."

Some light humor to break the akwardness, but it didn't dampen her blush at all till she looked back to the frizzy haired colt standing before them and raised her eyebrows. A small friendly smile slowly appearing to her muzzle.

"So whaddya call yourself? Those were some pretty quick moves back there."

Watching the adult who would be their teacher for the day, or for as long as the mare would have them both and Starlight felt a brimming of excitement that had the foal's tiny tail ticking away like some excited metronome before Lucky put up a very important question. Technically he couldn't see -well-...but he could still see...kind of. Smiling he nodded towards the filly, that jostled his helm slightly, the straps that would still be too loose if they were attached flapping like a beagle's ears before he followed after Star Chaser.

Zig zagging through trees sounded like a good practice, but on the ground? His brow furrowed weakly, good practice or not he wished he could've used his wings. Staring up at the trees and their accusingly ridiculous height he still followed in high spirits and looked over the line.

He then glanced curiously up at Star Chaser, to see what they'd have to do next.

I think a few prunings here and there, a few proof readings and you'll be set to go. :3 THINK PONY. <3

Sounds like quite an interesting character. <3

Looks quite awesome!

She does look a little like Sweet Heart actually...

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.