MudBug

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?"

Thoughtfully she gave a small shrug, flowers were the majority of needs for mud but it wasn't just that. The thought of planting flowers made her inwardly roll her eyes, flowers, too colourful and on a particularly pollen heavy day, could set her nose on fire. It kinda irritated her, she could admire flowers, she just couldn't understand the affinity for them to the point of fawning over them like they were foals or something. Glancing at Sweetie Belle's eagerness to look at her cutie mark she turned herself slightly to show off her flank for the little filly, she was quite proud of her mark. Her splodge of mud and her heart shaped bug showed her love for the brown stuff and how much at home she was there and hearing the little filly she just had to chuckle slightly.

"Nah, honey, that mud -is- my cutie mark, see?"

Showing it and seeing the filly squelch the mud under one dainty hoof, she couldn't help but smile ever so slightly to herself before-

"FIRE!"

Fire? Blinking and looking to the tree she saw the water balloons hurtling like huge angry bees for them and they looked full to burst. Now Muddy hated water, but she was sure this little lady hated getting her pelt wet, especially that pretty mane-do of hers. She hated situations like this. But after a moments consideration it didn't take very long for her to take off in a large, arcing leap over the filly with the help of those powerful legs that she used to pound and churn muck and earth before landing infront of the snow white little gal and taking the brunt of the balloon splash. Soon stood there soaking wet, damp mane and tail drooping and...ugh...clean. Well dripping starting to get clean but...still...clean all the same.

Ooooooo

Churning and sloshing the mud happily to herself she paused a little at the voice, raising a head to glance over her should at the pretty little filly behind her. Huh. Fancy that, she didn't get a visitor often while working. Turning she rested her back hooves in the mud and smiled at the little lavender and pink haired dear, her smile brightening to something a little more greet-friendly other than her rough'n'tumble smile she often wore around other ponies and with a foal....maaaaybe that wasn't the best so a more polite smile was deffinately the better option in this case.

Wow she was clean as a whistle, not a speck of mud on her.

"Well hey there!" She greeted cheerfully before the question finally sank in and she blinked. What was she doing? A brow arched on the young mare as she pulled her head back to look back at her work. The trenches of muck being partially made up with her being pleasently interupted before she turned back to look to Sweetie Belle. Hadn't she seen her somewhere? Around that Carousel Boutique place or something? She'd given it a wide berth but it was obvious to see ponies coming in and out of. Shaking thoughts from her head she offered a small smile.

"I'm softening the mud up for flower seeds, I was asked to make some trenches and such for their flowers and uhh..." Glancing around she leans in with a small, playful smirk. "Between you and me, working in the mud just makes my -day-."

...Ohgod...

I think it will take the right fillie to cool Champ's heels.

For a moment, little Champ looked bent on charging at Moose if it weren't for a voice behind him as he turned and peered up at the dark mare with a faint blink, blind sided out of his anger if momentarily before the mother subject came up and he just stared. His mother? Yeah. His mother. Narrowing his eyes ever so slightly he barked a laugh up at the older female and even the tangerine coloured male as he puffed out his chest and tried to look as mean as he possibly could whilst biting down every urge to yell, to scream and go into a fit for mentioning the subject as he squares up his chances with the older Ponies. He doesn't stand one, but he can atleast show he doesn't care for them or their words right now.

"Ha! I'd like to see you try that, you old nag!" Came the foals harsh words, pawing at the ground uncaring if any dust went flying out from behind him. But as he opened his mouth to yell more angry, snipey little words he was interupted by a rather irritated yell from across the way of the street facing the left of the library.

"CHAMP OAKHOOF!"

The foal stopped in his tracks, ears drooping as from across the street, a darker coloured stallion trotted over heavily hoofed and glared at the young colt through small, silver rimmed half-moon glasses and a chatreuse forelock. Standing to Champ's side, he glanced at Willow and Pomelo almost appologetically, maybe even embarassment before his glare turned on the young male.

"Champ Oakhoof, are you causing trouble again?"

Champ darnright refused to answer to the stallion, squaring his jaw and facing away as he let out a loud, derisive snort at the deep aqua adult whose eyes burnt into his back with his glare.

*wants ponies* DARN YOU MCDONALDS. STOP GIVING ME STAR WARS. I DON'T LIKE JARJARBINKS.

Pfft, MudBug and DC would be hillarious.

I'm not sure there'd be any pony for mine. xP

An invite for a slumber party? Normally she never got invited to these things, she was too busy getting dirty and mucking out gardens and compost heaps and nopony usually wanted to assosciate with a dirtball. Which she didn't mind. She just didn't like when they rubbed it in her face about. Mentally she snickered as she looked over the open door and approached with a bright, if akward smile. The only muddied part of her was her mane and her tail and she'd taken a few....as far as it pained her to think of it...-bathed- her hooves and pelt as many times as she could to get the mud stains out of her fur to atleast make some sort of good impression on her first sleepover for a while.

Glancing in the door she looked briefly over her satchel bag, she'd brought marshmallows and chocolate biscuits for the evening and she approached the house with a bright, if forced smile. Be nice. Be kind. Don't freak out if there are makeovers, ponies like makeovers, it's just their choice.

Trotting leisurely in she noticed the brightly coloured pony whose name didn't recollect at first speaking with what she assumed was the hostess and the darker pony she'd heard the name of every now and then, Willow Wisp or something? Shaking her head she smiled and pulled out both bags of marshmallows and biscuits.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late, I brought some snacks!"

A line had been drawn somewhere, but he wasn't particularly sure where it'd been drawn, whether it was laughing at the fillies or fanning his own anger as his loathing bubbled quietly inside himself and it reached boiling point as he saw this chocolate coloured foal get up close and personal with him. Oh no. Nuh-uh. This scrawny little geek didn't just demand something of him, who the hay did this creep think he was? A Royal Guard or something!?

Snorting in Moose's face those thick, well used hooves pawed the ground like an angered bull as he took some heavy set steps closer to the other.

"You think a little creep like you is gonna MAKE me appologise to some little fillies just because they're too sensitive?" Snapping harshly at Moose he squared his shoulders and stared the foal down. Briefly he'd glance at Grim and suddenly he felt rather rounded upon. He hated this town and these ponies, they were all so -lame- and he found his tail thrashing angrily for a few seconds as some frustrated whinny's escaped his muzzle.

"And what about YOU!?" He snapped at Grim. "You gonna make me appologise to some fillies like yer dimwitted friend here??? I'll take you BOTH on!"

Eeeeeenteresting question, I suppose I'd have to play my ponies more really.

Demand more. ;-;

Normally these things would go smooth, he'd laugh, someones emotions would cripple and he'd feel better about himself, but always with fillies it felt akward and as he saw that pale little unicorn start bawling her eyes oput he soon enough felt his laughter die out to an akward drawl. Aw jeez, why did -he- always have to be the one feeling bad in these situations. Watching the snowy white foal run off he was cut off his actions first by that orange pegasus who suddenly now spoke, or rather, screamed into his face, but she ran off before he could say anything. It did rile him up though. A lot.

Feeling a frown crease his brow and his hooves agitatingly pawing the ground, he peered at the caramel coloured colt and then to the little red haired bumpkin, feeling his frustration grow far more and more with the passing words of these stupid foals.

"Hey!" He snapped rather harshly. "It aint my fault you all sound like a rusty gate when you sing, nor is it my fault this idea is the lamest thing I've ever -heard- of!"

Sneering, he glared Moose down with a slightly threatening growl from between his teeth, he wouldn't be stared down by some confectionary coloured creep nor some little brat with a ribbon. Pawing at the ground again he kicked up some dust at the pair of them, not enough to reach the eyes, but enough to make a point of how much his temper was rising.

"And by the way, Apple Worm, I wasn't invited, I was just going to snatch and grab a free meal, blame your little Belle friend for being friendly to strangers." He snorted and rose his head slightly. "Everypony knows you don't go around doin' that, she must just be dumb or fearless."

Certainly will try too, Manestream! <3

[ Pony Related Character ]

Name: Mr. Oakhoof (Boyd)

Gender: Male

Age: Stallion

Species: Pony

Pelt Color: Dark aqua blue

Mane/Tail Color & Style: Chartreuse yellow and slightly mussed with work.

Eye Color: Pine green

Cutie Mark: A toy wooden duck and a paintbrush

Physique: Lean

Residence: Ponyville

Occupation: Toy Maker, owner of the 'Tiny Hooves Toy Shop'

Motivation: To make, create and experiment with new toy ideas and to be a good father for his son at the same time.

Likes: His son, his work, his shop, his new home, his new colleagues, being able to spend whatever time he can with his son, honey, blueberry pancakes and the smell of his workshop.

Dislikes: His son acting out for attention, being reminded of his wife, not having enough time for his family, running over a deadline.

Character Summary:

Since his youth in Fillydelphia, Boyd has always been interested in creating and painting. He recieved his cutie mark when he made his first toy, a small wooden duck with a bowtie and thus found his calling. For most of his life, times had been good, he settled down with a lovely young mare and together they had a charming young foal named Champ.

A number of unfortunate illnesses bartering with his wife's already weak health caused her untimely passing and with so many happy memories set in his childhood home, he couldn't bare staying. So one day, when Champ had just recieved his cutie mark, he closed up shop and moved him and his young son to Ponyville, with the excuse that business opportunities were better.

Nowadays, he spends his time losing himself in his work with his new shop and hears complaints of his sons misbehaviour and acting out, with no real idea of what to do about it.

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What in Equestria was he watching? Blinking at the two other fillies and that caramel coloured shrimp began to sing, he could only gawk at the scene before him for a few moments or two before he felt his lips quivering with a wanting snicker. Cutie Mark Crusaders? Picnic? Adventures? This was like something out of a story book...or a comedy act! While the grownup was going he felt he was about to burst and as much as he tried to hold it back, he could feel his face going a shade darker as he held it all inside of him before releasing it. He laughed.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHA! Wh-What is WRONG with you foals!?" He continued to laugh raucously, using one hoof to hold his belly as the stitches pinched and plucked at his sides. This was the stupidest and funniest thing he'd ever seen in his entire, short lived life and as he looked back to the group he had to wipe a tear from the corner of his eyes.

Sighing in faint relief he offered that cocksure grin to the group as one large hoof of his gently pawed the ground.

"You guys are honestly putting -all- this effort into finding your cutie mark? Pfah! It's sooooo easy!"

I found this show by accident and was expecting it to be pretty much like the last, poorly done series.

How sincerely wrong I was.

OOooo the diamond dog design is simply GORGEOUS, I love the reference.