MudBug

Fluttershy's different dresses. <3

As he drew closer, Champ picked out the easiest pickings of the bunch, that gray coloured shakey looser looked easy enough for a good laugh, so did that chocolate coloured one. Both easy punching bags if he ended up getting in an ill mood or they get in his way, or if he dang well felt like it and he would've felt like it too if not for the whizzing ball of white and pink streaked lavender that suddenly appeared infront of him. Blinking at Sweetie Belle, his ears fell back in slight confusion. He was used to little ponies trying to stick up to him like that mouthy olive coloured one, 'Apple Bloom', or whatever she said he name was. He wasn't listening. Or even being afraid or nervous around him like that gray looking nerd by that little orange filly.

But the whole friendly act just kinda put Champ in a bind. He didn't like hurting fillies, he never had, didn't even like picking on them if he had to be truthful, partially because they cried -so- much...but mostly because it didn't seem right with fillies.

He was about to answer in his usual attitude to both the little white unicorn and that loud mouthed apple kid before the glare from the older pony put him off, dangit why'd he have to be around? Ruin his image! Squaring his jaw at Burtrum defiantly as he stomped one hoof into the dirt heavily, he looked back at Sweetie Belle and grumbled. May aswell play ball till the adult's away. So raising his head he placed the best cocksure grin he had on his face in some hopes to impress these foals.

"The name's Champ, for -obvious- reasons!" Running a hoof over his hawk he looked over the picnic basket and the like before looking back to Sweetie Belle and the others. "So what exactly are you guys doin'?"

The poor dog's ball was soon set to blaze across the sky, or atleast over several Pony's gardens much to the little canine's dismay as it went after it. Champ was in full revelry today, after a thorough fun making of that little pale pegasi punk and a few rounds of Ponyball to stretch out his limbs before he went on a stroll through Ponyville and had a further look about his new home. This place was stupid, but his dad had said there were better job opportunity's here than there were in Fillydelphia, not that he knew much about that. All he knew is that they had to move and he had to say goodbye to his pals that he'd known since he was a little foal.

And he hated that, a lot.

Flicking his hawked mane slightly he noticed the commotion infront of the library, a nerd convention, great. He was about to sidetrack around it, since he was already in such a good mood before he noticed a few familiar faces, weren't one or two of them from miss Cherilee's class? That little red head was he was sure of it, 'AppleFlume' or something. The others he'd seen now and then around the town but didn't know them. He only heard the gossip from those whinnying filly bird brains Diamond and Silver.

They never shut up. Continuing to try and sidetrack he eye'd up the treats and grinned to himself, well, atleast he could get a free meal out of this if nothing else scintilating and he slowly made his way over to the group with his head held rather high.

"Hey little girly-girls!" The overactive jock called out as he approached, uncaring of the adult's presence or unaware if they were with the foals, he was more focused on the foals themselves.

"What you got there?"

That bloody water area and seeing Mr Face for the first time. >x

It wasn't any suprise that around lunch time one of the few ponies working was the mud monster herself, MudBug. Hooves already deep into a rich pile of soil that was being turned up for the new flowers for this specific patch, the creme coloured pony shook her rich coloured mane and sprayed healthy clumps of muck everywhere in the process. The care that if she flicked mud on some innocent passer by was FAR from her mind as she filled her senses with the rich ear beneath her, that delightful squish as she pushed down into it and then shoved it about, turning it, kicking it, making a trench, or a pile, or a line or whatever was asked of her.

As long as she got to do it in mud, she was happy and dandy.

While he worked and probably got the mess everywhere, her thoughts drifted silently over the early luncheon she'd had today before the bustle of work. Grilled dandelion and cheese sandwhich with a tall glass of apple juice. The thought even now made her belly groan in delight with the lovingly made weight that sat within it.

That in mind, perking her up even FURTHER (if that was even possible with the good mood she was in), she soon sloshed about the muck and earthy grime with greater fevour.

FFFF- This character along witht he coral girls make me wanna make an island pony. This is such an awesome concept. <3

Whilst waiting, she did notice the huge pegasus and the griffin that swanned into the cafe with a slightly perked brow under her muddied forelock. Tired interest shifted, if for a brief moment as she waited with semi-patience to be seen too. She often passed the place and visited only for a quick bite and a sip of coffee to perk her up for the day.

Today she was so done in, she just needed to rest.

She just never realised the place attracted this big a crowd, neither did she think it attracted anypony that looked to not be from around the area.

Oh well. It was good business she supposed.

Taking in the alluring smell of the baked goods sat safely within their glass prison she rested one muddy hoof accidentally on the counter to keep herself propped, not noticing the looks of some of the ponies, or the kind natured smirks. She didn't honestly care either way. Well...that was a lie, she -cared- if people didn't mind she was messy. It would've been a first.

Licking her chops as she eye'd a particularly tasty looking cinnamon roll, she lifted the hoof to 'cup' around her mouth as she called out over the din of the crowd.

"Can I get a cinnamon roll with that coffee, Mocha!?" She was hopeful, the least she could do was -ask- and she continued to lick her muzzle in anticipation as she eye'd the glistening pastrie.

Curse you and your inspiration!

Drawing RDJ makes me want to draw other kiddies now. xP

And -totally- wet themselves playing it as I have? ;___;

As the door opened to let ponies out of the street, there's a moist clop of hooves as a cream coloured filly made her way into the sweet aired Cafe, trailing her muck in after her. MudBug had apparently been working, again, there were clumps of grass sticking out of the mud that clung to her hooves and probably staining the floor as she made her way in with her bag of bits sitting by the string around her neck. And once again, unaware of her own mess as she leisurely clopped her way to the counter.

"Hey, Mocha!" She barked merrily once she got to the counter and smiled, eyes sunken in to the point of bags sitting heavily beneath her usually bright orbs, yawning with a slight obnoxiousness she forced a tired smile to her muzzle. "How about brewing up a fresh cuppa joe, huh? I've been working since sunrise."

Sunrise, urgh, ponies should get exiled for EVER asking someone to work at sunrise. Resting her bag gently on the counter she counted over the bits whilst relishing the soft squish under her feet, she did love mud, it stuck with you for a long time before drying up and made a hot, sunny day that much easier to endure. Granted at the moment she had no idea if people were glaring into the back of her head for hauling half the field in with her alone in her tail and on her cloppers.

This creature was very fleet footed wasn't she? His ears swivelled forward atop his large head whilst watching her hop in her balletic motions till he was met with her upside down, his boldness growing an inch taller as he found his feet and he stood to watch her curiously. More of his fluffy, boufant fringe and tiny tail visible as the soft indigo blanket with light yellow stars simply sat upon the small of his lower back like a saddle.

She'd kind of caught him red hooved on the latter, it was incredibly stupid. Why had he listened to that big jerk?

Shaking the thought of that loathsome jerk from his large head he listening on curiously to the strange creature's tale, the dark no longer bothering him now that he had someone here to distract him. Distract his fears and the like that lingered.

"Ohhhhh..." He began, following her actions curiously as his tiny hooves tried to keep up with her. "I guess that explains it."

Flapping his own tiny wings like an over eager gosling fresh out the egg he quickly placed his back to his side, don't go thinking about that now, you'll just embarass yourself.

At her offer, he looked more than a little relieved, his face twisted with a small sigh as he glances up the length of the rock to stare up at her.

"I kind of...lost my way running from that hawk so...so any help would...would be greatful, miss...uhm..." Oh...he just realised. He hadn't asked her name.

"Uhm...what's your name?"

Those teeth! Look at them they were so sharp! So fierce! She was obviously lieing! Nothing with sharp teeth could've been said to eat pumpkins....then again...dragons ate gems, right? And precious metals? He supposed that was ONE example, it didn't mean she was telling the truth. She could be a foal eating monster.

He watched her though, observed her movements quietly and found himself slowly becoming more and more curious of the creature before him, as young foals were want to do. The 'monster' had such skinny legs and such a fluffy looking tail. If that was a tail....and wings. Hiding his wings self conciously as he watched the others' flap in perfect confidence that they could work and keep perfect equilibrium of their owner, feeling a tiny bit of jealousy seep into him as he watched this. Even Everfree beasties could fly and she looked smaller than a pony.

The thought of being eaten didn't particularly appeal to him that much, but even as he shuffled himself, or tried too, under his starry little blankie he kept up with the conversation as politely as he could.

"U-Uhm.." Came the soft voiced stuttering. "...I...I was dared to come out here..."

That sounded so stupid thinking on it, not even adult ponies would've come out here on a dare. Feeling his pale cheeks go a little rosey he tentatively shuffled closer to the rock. Atleast there it'd be harder for beasties to get a grasp of him, if he trusted this skinny non pony's words. Speaking of which, what -was- she?

"A-...Are you a pony....?" He asked in obvious curiousity.

Just close your eyes and it'll all disapear, this was a dream. All just a terrible, horrible nightmare that was made up of his own personal fears and was only dulled of its edge by the soft light of the moon and stars that barely peaked out from the branches of the trees. This was only until a few clouds whisked lazily infront of the fat, silver orb that hung high in the inky deep blue canvas above his head. Oh not the dark. Anything but the dark. The soft glow of the stars on his blanket now became far too apparent and he huddled closer under it.

Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a-

"You're so tiny that hawk would pick you right up. Can't blame you for hiding."

...Was that a voice? Large ears flopped against his tiny head before those large eyes of his rolled up, peering past the curtain of white and technicolour forelock to peer at the skinny legged creature. He'd never seen one of those before. And being as he'd never seen one before, it was new to him. And being new to him...well. The tiny foal let out the softest yelp and backed up, blanket falling over his head as his now blinded, fumbling state made him back up into the base of some elderly tree's trunk. The wood groaning slightly at the light pressure of the miniscule colt before he peered out tentatively from his fabric shield. Shuddering even more like an autumn leaf now.

"A-Are...Are y-you gonna e-eat me?" He piped up like a poorly blown fife from under his blanket.

Why had he listened to that big doofus Champ? Stupid overgrown poison joke face!

When the tiny pegasi foal had made the correct assumption of the jock colt's faux emotional state and questioned his actual courageousness after the aqua foal had boasted quite fruitfully of his own endeavours, having most of the schoolyard herd on his shoulder and drooling like numb minded bunnies about how he 'allegedly' braved a whole night in the Everfree Forest.

As the small male's hooves clumped messily into the undergrowth, making insects and small beasties scatter he reared and silently cured himself. He shouldn't have said anything. He should've just stuck to the background and not opened his chops when that stupid bully opened his.

With the star patterned blanket draped over his back and markless tooshy like a makeshift cape as he wandered through the arcs of looming branches that blotted out the moonlight to make sharp streaks of black across the forest floor and his pale hide. It was like something out a bedtime story. The forest of gloom and doom.

Nervously biting his lip at the slightest rustle of the surrounding area he found himself just a pale blot in a dark area, mentally kicking himself in the tiny behind. The next time he's threatened to step hoof into Everfree by penalty of pummeling, he wanted a random donkey to fall from the stars and kick him.

No...no he was being silly. Irrational even. It was just a small period of time. He'd be home soon, sipping some hot chocolate, eating marshmallows, reading his favourite book on constellations...he'd be fin-

"KREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

The falcon's cry nearly made him duck for cover right into a rock if he hadn't taken the easier option of instead, just running like a maniac.

Art of the dress REALLY speaks to me as an artist because pressure from outward influences get to all of us.

So addicted am I to ponies I wanted to add another roleplay forum to my rebatoir, I adore the look of this forum as well as my own and am happy to see some old friends here too.

So hello to old faces and new faces! <3

Thanks. <3

Thanks Ashi <3

[ Pony Related Character ]

Name: Spearmint

Gender: Female

Age: Mare

Species: Unicorn

Pelt Color: Light Teal

Mane/Tail Color & Style: A very wavey and floppy mane and tail that is light sapphire with two lighter stripes in the hair.

Eye Color: Dark blue.

Cutie Mark: A toothbrush with a blob of toothpaste.

Physique: Average bordering on quite petite.

Residence: Ponyville

Occupation: Dentist

Motivation: Getting to go to make sure the Ponies of Ponyville have healthy teeth.

Likes:

Good oral hygiene, fresh apples, long walks, the smell of her dental practice, a healthy smile and general cleanliness.

Dislikes: Dirt, ill maintained oral hygiene, insects and knots in her mane and tail.

Character Summary:

Spearmint is the friendly neighbourhood dentist of Ponyville, if a little obsessive complusive with her ideals on clenliness. But despite her fear of insects and her want to make sure everything is neat and tidy, she keeps her personal life and proffesional life as distant as possible. Greeting ponies that come to her practice with a smile. As of recently she's become the carer of a pair of old friend's foal, Starlight and maintains a healthy business lifestyle whilst being a carer to the little pegasi.

[ Pony Related Character ]

Name: MudBug

Gender: Female

Age: Filly

Species: Pony

Pelt Color: Cream

Mane/Tail Color & Style: Rose with a lemon streak and incredibly scruffy.

Eye Color: Lavender

Cutie Mark: A splat of mud with a heart shaped bug sat ontop of of it.

Physique: Toned

Residence: Ponyville

Occupation: Digs trenches in the dirty for gardeners or anyone that has a dirty job with mud.

Motivation: Getting to work in the mud and feel her hooves squelch delightfully in the brown stuff.

Likes: Mud, Mud pies, Mud fights, horsing around, long lies in, dancing and concerts.

Dislikes: Baths, 'girly' stuff, being told she's too 'dirty' to be in places, ridiculously early mornings and posh people.

Character Summary:

MudBug, or Buggy as she's often known, could be considered a very pretty pony if she kept her hooves out of the mud for more than five minutes. Loving to get into the thick of it all, this silly filly is always throwing mud bombs, digging trenches for flowers and constantly looks a scruff. Granted there are times she can be clean, but it's rare and often follows with the little lady having her end of her fringe, tail and hooves caked with mud.

Overall, a girl who aint afraid to get down and dirty.