Mud Wrestling

by Zubric

Rating: everyone
Tags: Smolder, Random, Slice of Life, Yona, Gallus, Silverstream, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1146

Gallus, Smolder, and Silverstream mud wrestle.

An overnight rain leaves plenty of mud lying around. Naturally, Gallus finds a way to turn that into a challenge. Of course, they should have expected others to show up once they got started.

Published 2020-07-26 20:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-07-26 20:00:00 UTC

Mud and Friendship

It was a calm spring afternoon at The School Of Friendship as students exited leaving for the day. A few pegasi were flying about collecting the clouds from the night’s rainshower. Behind the school, Gallus and Smolder walked along chatting their talons squishing on the moist grass.

“Ugh, why must history be so hard. Pony names are confusing.” Smolder said, kicking at a loose stone.

“Yeah who knew there were many names that use cloud or storm “ Gallus replied seeming focused on the terrain around him.

Smolder let out a laugh. “No kidding. At least it’s not like griffins. All your names start with G.”

Gallus opens his beak to reply only to realize he had no idea how to retort. “Well, now that you mention it that is a bit odd.” Making his way around a corner, the griffin was quick to spot a large low area where water had pooled forming a rather sizable mud pit. Needing something to release all the tension of school, his mind suddenly came up with the perfect idea. Nudging Smolder in the side he spoke. “Hey, bet I could beat you at mud wrestling.” He taunted seeing the dragoness’s eyes fall upon the mud as well.

Smolder nuzzle twisted into a mischievous grin as she flexed her claws. “Hehe, you haven’t seen me lava wrestle.” Without giving time for the Gallus to react, she grabbed the griffin under his barrel lifting him up and over her shoulder like a bag of flour and sending him flying into the mud pit.

Gallus, having been taken off guard by the sudden toss, landed with a splash. He managed to recover just in the nick of time and swiftly rolled to his left to avoid Smolder’s follow up dive. “Oh, it’s on now!” He smirked, using the slick mud to sideswipe beneath Smolder and sending the dragoness falling onto her back.

Smolder counter rolled with Gallus just missing her before leaping to her feet, using her tail she whipped it around smacking the bird in the flank. Aa Gallus yelps, she grabbed around his neck and pushed him onto the mud with a smirk.

Gallus retaliated with a kick of his hind legs causing Smolder to fly up into the air. The griffin frees himself from the mud just in time to watch Smolder use her wings to take advantage of her air time to nosedive towards him. His eyes went wide as he leapt out of the way being splashed by the impact. Thinking quickly he grabbed a chunk of mud and hurled it at Smolder’s face, the glob hitting its mark with a satisfying splurge.

The two paused for a moment as Smolder spat up some mud. “Haha not bad but you are so going down!“ With that Smolder leapt into action.

Meanwhile, Silverstream has just exited out a side door having stayed just a bit longer to look at a coral theme dress professor Rarify had mentioned. Given that she’d grown up underwater she knew she’d be able to give tips on how it could work. Rarity had appreciated it too having offered to make Silverstream a dress when she found an opening on her schedule. As she turned the corner she heard the roughhousing and gasped running down the path until she saw the two wrestling. Just as Smolder did another pile drive into Gallus, Silverstream called out “Gallus, Smolder stop! Whatever is wrong, I’m sure we can figure it out.” Her wings flutter.

The two stop wrestling long enough to look up and chuckle. Smolder cleared mud off her face. “We’re not fighting, it’s mud wrestling.”

Silverstream blinked tilting her head. “Mud wrestling? What’s that?”

“You know it’s like wrestling only messier,” Gallus remarked with a shrug staring at Silverstream pristine coat.

Upon realization, Silverstream’s yes lit up going wide with glee. “Ooooh, well in that case it looks like fun!” Before the two could react, the hippogriff took a few steps back before leaping into the pool and tacking Gallus into the muck. Smolder laughed only to be tugged off her feet as Gallus grabbed her ankle and pulled her down as well. Within moments, the three were tackling each other with the hippogriff being rather nimble on her feet.

Gallus was now at a distinct disadvantage as he kept being distracted by Silverstream’s form as mud would slide off her body in an oddly cute way. This, of course, resulted in him getting face planted into the mud by the hippogriff several times all while she laughed with glee.

“Come on Gallus we can take her!” Smolder said, doing a quick slide to knock Silverstream off her feet. The dragoness was surprised, however, as Silverstream used her wings to manage to backflip and knock Smolder backwards. Gallus leaped as Silverstream was landing, sending the two sliding across the mud.

Once Silverstram fell onto her side, Gallus wiggled his claws and smirked, pouncing down and starting to tickle the hippogriff. His grin was constant as he listened to her high pitched laughter even as Silverstream kicked up into his face as he tickled her. A quick shove from Silverstream hind legs pushed him back across the pit, the griffin laughing too. However, before the fun brawl could continue, the three hear the heavy hooves of a particular Yak coming closer. Gallus was the first to speak. “Uh oh.”

Yona heavy hoof steps were heard as she trotted up with a smile. “What friends doing?”

Gallus and Smolder both give each other a look, but before either could speak Silverstream chirped first. “Oh! We are mud wrestling.”

Yona’s eyes go wide with glee. “Oooh, Yaks great at wrestling!” The yak quickly backed up flexing her hooves before charging. The trio tried to scramble out of the way as the massive meat missile smashed into the mud.

From inside, Rarity had just closed her sewing kit letting out a short yawn as she stretched. She was quickly awakened however when a loud splat was heard followed by the sight of a blue griffin splattered against the large window. “Oh goodness.”

Back outside, Yona looked around confused now standing in a cracked dry pit mud everywhere but in the small hole. Dangling from a nearby tree by her hind claw, Silverstream eyes rolled. In a bush, Smolder popped her head out shaking twigs off her head. “Ugh, where’s Gallus?” the dragoness asked, still dazed by the mud nuke.

Silverstream pointed a claw to the window behind Smolder, said Griffin letting out a groan before falling off the window and landing on top of the dragon with an oof.

As the trio stare back at Yona, the yak just beamed back at them innocently. “Yona win!”

Author's Note

Shrug, wasn't the most interesting idea that came to mind but it was something.