Katy was walking down the sidewalk by a skatepark with her green and electric yellow manes Pegasus Turbo. He enjoyed seeing the hoomans “fly”, and despite liking to fly himself, his mummah wouldn’t let him skate.
Katy pulled out a little dish and a bottle of water and poured some into the dish for Turbo to drink.
“It’s a shame this place is being bought out. The kids have so much fun here” Katy thought out loud.
“Mummuh why skatey pawk gun go ‘way? Wub skatey pawk” Turbo wined.
Katy sighed, then replied “Some business tycoon bought it up to build a store here. They really are soulless! These corporations take kids’ fun away for profit!”
“Oh, there are other ways for kids to have fun, lady!”
Katy turned and saw 3 high school aged boys walking up to her with wicked grins on their faces.
“Hand over the fluffy, and we won’t have to hurt ya!” The shorter fat kid said
“We’d hate to have to get rough!” Said the tall, lanky boy with an acne ridden smile
The kid that obviously led the little gang stepped forward.
“Just grab her Bigs, I’m loosing’ patience. It “huwtie time” for the little mongrel!”
The fatter boy grabbed Katy and held her tight to prevent her interference
“Run Turbo! Run as fast as you can!”
“B-bu mummuh….”
“It’s ok, just go! Mommy loves you!”
“Huuuu nu wan’ to, bu Tuwbo wisten to mummuh…”
Turbo took off as fast as his little leg goes could carry him, dodging skaters, ramps, and other obstacles for skating on.
“Get the little stink factory!” The leader yelled. The taller boy quickly joined in pursuit.
Turbo’s luck seemed to run out, however, as he was confronted with a bowl filled with young skaters. Frantically looking around, he saw his only way out; a skateboard
“Tuwbo can do dis!” The fluffy declared grabbing the board and kicking off with his tiny fluffy might. He slid down the bowl at high speed, seemingly getting away. But the bullies grabbed boards away from 2 kids, pushed them to the ground, and resumed pursuit.
As they closed in, Turbo hit the oth end of the bowl, and the bullies expected a crash. Instead, the fluffy shot up in the air, spun 3 times, and went back into the bowl, leaving the 2 pursuers to change direction to continue the chase. Coming to a staircase, Turbo struck the ground with his back hoof, landed on the rail, and grinned down. The bullies hopped off their boards and ran down the stairs on foot.
“Man, that fluffy can shred to the MAX!”
The leader immediately chastised him and told him to keep chasing.
As Turbo spun around in a full pipe to build up speed, a crowd was growing. They cheered for the extreme fluff, making the little pony giggle to himself. As he got closer to Katy, he noticed police cuffing the fat bully.
“Aww man, it’s the fuzz, bail, bro!” The leader yelled abandoning the boards and running, as the cops demanded they surrender and gave chase. The man that owned the skate shop near the park was standing next to a distraught Katy. He had called the cops and told them about the bullies.
“Wow, lil’ dude that was SICK! I’ve never seen a fluffy shred before!” The shop owner exclaimed. The crowd watching the series of events was cheering, with many recording the event live on FluffTube.
“Awww Tuwbo nu speshow, anyfwuffy can shwed wif pwactise!” Beamed Turbo
“Nah, lil’ man, you’re one of a kind! Wait a minute, I think I found a way to save the park!” The shop owner pulled out a flyer and showed it to Katy.
“The Cross Games? Absolutely not! Turbo hurt his leg last time he skated, I don’t want him to go through that again!” Katy said harshly
“Bu mummuh, skatey pawk nee monies fow stay opin!” Turbo pouted
“If Turbo could get a sponsor and make it far enough in the Cross Games, we could outbid that mega cooperation and save the park!” Shop owner said with a pleading look on his face.
“I-I’ll have to think about it. Turbo, sweetie, let’s go home and talk about this.”
“Huuu otay mummuh, Tuwbo be gud fwuffy an tawk wif ‘ou bout id wif ‘ou oba a pwate ob sketties.”
“Nice try, Turbo” Katy said with a laugh
“Aaaaaaaaaaand cut! That’s scene! Get the vet in here, check Turbo for injuries, give him once, twice, and third over, I want our star in perfect condition!”
Devin Schpealburg wiped his brow, finally relaxing. The set of the movie “Turbo, Fluffy Daredevil does the Cross Games” was collectively celebrating. This would be the 4th entry in the “Turbo, Fluffy Daredevil” franchise, and it was a low budget straight-to-DVD cash grab that Schpealburg thought was beneath him. But he had fallen on hard times after a blunder on the set of “Triassic Land”, and he had to take what he could get. This ‘Turbo’ was actually the 26th Fluffy to play Turbo. Fluffy action films have all, without exception, gone through several “stars”, do to the inherent fragility and incredible stupidity. The first “Turbo” film went though 13 alone. The first star was fastened to the skateboard but was moved to fast, snapping his legs and causing him to bleed out. Leg braces were added to the understudy, and during a flip, his neck snapped. A neck brace was andded to adress this. But stunts aline didn’t kill fluffies. Upon going to the pen to get a replacement, one particularly stupid fluffy chewed on cables(probably mistaking them for spaghetti) and got electrocuted. All the backup Turbos of course shit themselves in panic and trampled 3 other Turbos. Those were the ones that were most infamous, but needless to say, the others died in many equally stupid ways.
Schpealburg had a goal in mind however; to make it through an entire production without a single fluffy death. It was a Herculean task, for sure, as even non action movie fluffy cast members died surprisingly often. It would be a way to get his name back on the map. Fluffies were also not great actors, so it was easier to just tell the fluff that they’re really doing these things. It made it natural when they interact if they believed as many of these things were actually happening as possible.
But this was just the first action scene of the production. There were several more to go.
During the next stunt, the exhibition skate to impress a sponsor and be selected to compete in the Cross Games, Turbo would need to not only do several flips, grinds, jumps, and twists, he would have to share the skate rink with skate stars Andy Falcon and Slam Herrera . There was concern he’d get run over, but it went off without a hitch.
“Vet, check and double check Turbo, I don’t want so much as a scrape or strained leg!” Schpealburg shouted.
“Tuwbo am fine, diwectew! Nu hab huwties!” The fluffy beamed, tail wagging happily.
“It never hurts to look you over. You’re a very special fluffy, your health is important!” Schpealburg replied, tustling the stallion’s mane, getting a giggle from the extreme darefluff.
The next stunt had the crew on the edge of their seats. Turbo would have fireworks go off as he cleared the finish line in a race against the other competitors, with sparks flying from the wheels of his board the crowd cheered. The safety team had fire extinguishers on standby, being ready to put out any fluff that may ignite.
Jennifer chronelly, the actress playing Katy, hugged Turbo happily.
“I’m so glad you’re alright Turbo, you know I worry about you! I wish you didn’t have to do this….”
“Nu wowwy mummuh, Tuwbo am da mos’ estweme fwuffy ebah! Biffin am fo dummeh nu skiww fwuffy!” Turbo replied, peppy as ever.
Jennifer had been slowly turning into a hugboxer throughout the production seeing the things Turbo had been made to do. She was well aware of fluffy mortality, but she had to pretend to be Turbo’s mummuh so he’d believe it, but she had become attached to him over the weeks. Fluffies didn’t have the same protections in place as other animals, and them being able to talk was a perk that made filmgoers turn up in higher numbers, mistakenly believing the babbling shitrats have more “personality” than a dog, or even a real horse.
“I don’t think he should have to do this, can’t you use a prop or something?” Jennifer asked Schpealburg.
“Puppets cost money and puppeteers that need paid. Besides, it makes it more believable since it’s “real” and saves time in editing. Don’t worry. My number one goal is to get him through this movie unharmed. After that, he’s all yours.”
Jennifer just sighed. “Just make sure all the safety measures are checked. I’d ate to see him hurt.”
“Don’t get too attached to a fluffy. Keeping them alive is a constant chore. I’m giving it all I’ve got, but these guys are fragile. He better not fuckin’ die, we’re almost done!”
The coldness of the director rubbed Jennifer the wrong way, but Turbo needed her. It was the final stunt, and it was insane. Andy Falcon and Slam Herrera would be jumping a dozen flaming buses, and in typical generic movie fashion, there was gonna be sabotage by the cooperation to stop fluffy protagonist.
The scene began.
Falcon went first, jumping the flaming busses, doing 3 spins, a flip, and sticking the landing.
Herrera was next. He only managed 2 spins and no flip, but he did 3 twirls after landing.
Turbo was last. He put on sunglasses, with the left lens shaped in a “RI” and the right lense shaped as “ZZ”. He went down the ramp, and made his leap. As he was clearing the busses, he did 3 flips and 3 twirls, but it looked as though he was going to fall short. Realizing he was not going to make it, he looked up towards the camera, pushed his sunglasses back up his muzzle and said “wib wife to da EEESTWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEME!”, and with intense focus on his face, and his “RIZZ”sunglasses on tight, he flapped his wings as hard as his little fluffy body could. The stunt team used the wires to lift the board, as Turbo started laughing and cheering, believing his wings let him fly. But, sabotage was afoot! One of the buses had an explosive placed, and it went off! It pushed turbo forward even faster, and it looked like he’d crash and burn, but the extra lift kept him from the flames. All he had to do was stick the landing……… he landed on the ramp spun 6 times, and skidded to a stop!
“Yes! YES! He’s alive! Get the vet! Make sure Turbo isn’t hurt! All the stunts are clear fuck. YES!” Schpealburg shouted, practically dancing for joy.
Jennifer hugged her little daredevil as the vet checked him over and took his braces off.
“All good to go, director!” The vet said bending the joints in Turbo’s legs to test for any stress.
“I did it. I fucking DID IT!” Schpealburg shouted. “Let’s get the medal scene done and call it!”
The three best skaters were on pedestals, waiting for their medals. Slam Herrera had the Bronze medal placed around his neck, then Andy Falcon had the Silver medal hung around his neck.
“And by unanimous decision, the winner of this years Cross Games is TURBOOOOOOOOOO!” The fluffy was bouncing around with joy, and the comically large check was placed in front of him.
The radical fluffy stuck his neck out and awaited the Gold medal. As it was placed around his neck, Turbo lost his balance and stumbled, “uh oh”… he mumbled, then stumbled forward, falling face first of the 1st place pedestal, landing on his face with a crack, wings flailing in a vain effort to fly.
The set was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
“God. Fucking! DAMNIT!!”, Schpealburg shouted, slamming his megaphone onto the floor and storming up to the pedestal, where a shocked Falcon and Herrera stood looking at the clearly dead fluffy with their mouths hanging open. Then their expressions changed and it was clear they were holding in laughter. They hated losing to a fluffy, even in a movie, but they haven’t been relevant in almost two decades, and needed the checks. This was comedy gold to them.
Schpealburg was cussing up a storm and kicked the corpse of the late action fluffy.
“The medal ceremony?! You survive EVERY GOD DAMNED STUNT, JUST TO DIE BECAUSE A MEDAL THREE YOU OFF BALANCE?! I was THIS CLOSE, and he couldn’t receive a god damned medal without dying?!”
Jennifer was sobbing, running up to the mangled body of her beloved fluffy, and a shouting match between actress and director ensued as she cradled the stupid pig horse.
Schpealburg stormed into his trailer and told his crew to finish up without him. He just couldn’t deal with shit right now. So close. So fucking close.
He walked up to his fridge, pulled out a bottle of whiskey, poured a shot, and gulped it down.
“Fucking fluffies….” He mumbled under his breath.
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honestly just keep that bit in, people will love it LOL
Which bit?
Honestly, that ending would make that movie worthy of a theater release
the movie should end with the fluffy dying
Extra feature in the DVD maybe lol