Turtle’s School Days
Turtle’s School Days: The Bad Boy
Turtle’s School Days: The Christmas Party
Turtle’s School Days: The New Fluffy
Turtle’s School Days: Reginald Ruins A Funeral
Turtle’s School Days: Special Huggies!?
This is a commission from @toofymunstah who I’d like to thank for all their support and continued encouragement. The art is from @ambitiousleather8309 who I’d like to thank for being da bestest fwend
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Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Turtle admired the work his daddeh had done. The green and brown stallion was dressed to the nines in a little tuxedo, his mane pressed back with a fair amount of pomade. Even his tail looked all sleek and fancy. Frederick even had to admit to himself that it was a fair bit of good work, though of course it felt a little silly. Did fluffies need to be so…fancy?
“Dank yew daddeh.” Hugging against his father’s leg with a squeak of his hooves, the fluffy stood tall and proud. This was the bestest night ever. It was the time for the bestest dancie at school ever!
“You’re welcome, bud. Did you really need to get so gussied up though?” Fussing over a bit of fur that kept poking up on his fluffy’s mane, he gave a nod.
“Yis! Am hab dancies wif Sunsheen an’ hab happies fowebbah!” This caused Fred to sigh. He’d been back on a Sunshine kick lately, like a junkie with a particularly hard habit to dodge away from. Well as long as he didn’t go causing trouble about it.
Patting a hand at Turtle’s side, he smiled. “Bud, I don’t want you coming home with a bunch of babies.”
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It was early evening and once Turtle was all prepared, Fred got him buckled up in his car seat and they were all set to go.
On the drive up to the schoolhouse, Turtle fidgeted his hooves together nervously. This was a really important night. Everyone was going to be there, even his daddeh. Fred had volunteered to be one of the parents making sure they were under their best behavior, and to help serve refreshments. A few of the others owners had volunteered for decorations but he would be one of the brave to face the frontlines of a bunch of hyped fluffies.
Pulling up to the school it was already apparent there was a shindig going down. Balloons were tied to the postal box outside and there was a cheesy looking archway out front where paper fish and tinfoil starfish hanging down from bright strands of ribbon. A big handmade banner read ‘UNDER THE SEA DANCE’. Turtle waggled a hoof out and delightedly exclaimed: “FISHEHS!”
Hooking into a parking space, Fred got his little bundle of energy unbuckled and watched as he bounced out of the car and galloped out to the parking lot. Fluffies and some of their owners had already gathered. Oh no. Oh God no. Anything but…Tamara.
Tamara happened to be Reginald’s owner. A forty year old woman with greasy black hair who dressed like she was still in her twenties. She perpetually had a Black & Mild between her fingers and, he knew, would inevitably smell like she’d be doing laps in a box of wine. Fred cursed his luck as he walked up to the entrance of the school to join the other volunteers.
“Oooohhhh Frederiiickkk!” She called out in her as to be expected tipsy voice. With a sigh, he joined her and watched as Turtle integrated himself with his friends. This night couldn’t end soon enough.
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Turtle was amazed by how well dressed everyone else was. Chili was dressed in a fiery red tuxedo, and Strawberry’s mummah had stuffed him into a frothy pink dress with lots of cute ribbons on it.
“H-H-Hewwo Tuwtew.” Chili said with his usual stammer, giving a shy smile. When Reginald wasn’t around, he was actually not a bad fluffy to be around. Speaking of which…
“HEWWO DUMMEH BABBEHS” Reginald announced loudly as he showed up to the game. Tamara had dressed him in a slightly stained suit with a little red bowtie that was askew. Clutched against one of his arms was a long pillow containing very…uhh…strange art of the FluffTV cartoon star, Princess Lollipop. She was a pink and yellow mare who by the power of candy could transform into a superhero and fight evil, like Professor Vegetables and his dreaded broccoli ray.
“Dis am Weginald’s spechaw fwend! Heh heh! Yew wish yew hab Pwincess Wowwipop spechaw fwend tu.” Sticking his tongue out at them, the smarty proudly showed off his pillow to anyone who would look.
Turtle looked somewhat concerned by the pillow. “Dancie am sweepover? Nu bwing piwwow. Huu…” Pinning his ears back, he didn’t have time to regret not being ready for something that wasn’t even happening before Sunshine lit up his world like no other. The yellow mare was dressed in a soft pink gown that sparkled with tiny sequins in the light of the schoolhouse. Her white mane and tail were both done up with all sorts of little silver charms: Aquatic themed just like the dance.
Today he was DEFINITELY going to have dancies with her. No more being a bad boy, or being annoying, any of that! Puffing out his cheeks with determination, he listened to the chatter of everyone else until the doors of the schoolhouse opened up.
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Royalty free music piped in over speakers strung up haphazardly on the walls. Largely handmade decorations made up the brunt of things: A goofy looking dolphin made out of construction paper, a few merfluffies, jellyfish made out of crepe paper that dangled from the ceiling. Reginald immediately beelined straight toward one of those and began trying to tug it down.
Moody lighting had been set up. Pinks and blues which made Turtle think he’d just walked right into a movie. Stepping into the room, it might have seemed rather chintzy to a human but to a fluffy? It was amazing.
“Waow…” The stallion mumbled under his breath. A bubble machine blew a frothy mixture delicate little spheres into the air and he watched, transfixed, as they drifted across the room lazily.
Frederick was already in the room, doling out small amounts of fruit punch into wax cups. The fluffies COULD drink out of them if they were careful enough. Miss Teacher had actually spent some time teaching them how to grip such things with their hooves. It was easy to forget with all of the shenanigans going on around here but this place was a school after all.
Speaking of Miss Teacher, she was here too of course! Perhaps a bit overworked as she was already trying to diffuse Reginald’s temper tantrum with the decorations. Turtle watched as she gripped him in her arms, plopped him and his spechaw pillow friend right in the sorry corner…which was to be expected and some joker had decorated to look like an octopus wreathing around it’s bars.
“Daddeh…” Turtle gently tugged on his owner’s trousers. Fred was busy at the moment though. Tamara was trying to hug him and he kept sidestepping her. The woman looked down to the stallion, gave a rather lopsided smile.
“Ooohhh hi Turtle! I was just telling your…HIC….daddy that wouldn’t it be nice if you and Reginald were brothers?” She gave a giggle that maybe in her mind came off as schoolgirly but instead was more akin to a witch cackling. Looking thoroughly disturbed by the idea that Reginald could one day be his brother, there was no time to rest on that idea. Thankful for Turtle’s intervention, Fred scooped the li’l dude up and carried him away from the punch station.
“Turtle, I swear to God and all that is Holy that Reginald will never be your brother. I think my heart just stopped momentarily.” Fred gave a shudder, looking over his shoulder to see Tamara biting her bottom lip and wringing her skirt slightly.
Turtle just looked to him for a moment, shook his head. “Nuuu, Tuwtew nu am cawe ‘bou dat! Sunneh…” Poking a hoof over to the mare who was standing with a gaggle of friends and looking as regal as ever. “She am su pwetty! Tuwtew wan dancies buh’ am jus’ Tuwtew.”
It was a rare lapse of bravado for the fluffy. He was normally raring to go and get into anything. Maybe his teacher really had gotten through to him about respecting the wishes of others and he knew Sunshine could be a bit…extra.
“Well. I know your teacher had a talk with you about bothering her, but it is a dance. All you need to do is ask her, bud. ‘Just Turtle’? You’re THE Turtle!” Smiling to his bud, he could feel the determination already coursing through the fluffy. Setting him back down to the floor, he watched him scamper on over to the gaggle of girls.
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Turtle’s mouth immediately felt dry when he got over to Sunshine. He didn’t really know why but that always happened, and his chest felt tighter. Even his think-place felt all light and woozy.
“Hewwo Sunneh. Yew am su pwetty, am da pwettiest mawe ebah, dancies wif Tuwtew?” He blabbered out, though one of his hooves caught the other and he went tumbling and rolling to the floor. Tongue sticking out, he looked up to Sunshine. All of her friends were pointing to the poor stallion who’d made a world record of making an ass out of himself.
“Su dummeh!”
‘Teehee!“
“Babbeh nu hab wawkies!” They all squawked out at him. Sunshine hadn’t talked yet though. Looking up to her hopefully, all she did was give a swish of her tail and a one word response:
‘Otay’
Turtle’s entire world filled up with, well, sunshine. Rolling on the floor and popping up happily onto his hooves, he immediately got over to the mare. Dancies! As you could expect from fluffies, it’s not like it was slow dancing or anything too spectacular. The two of them got on their back hooves and got down to flailing around like spastics. There were other fluffies dancing around in the room but how many of them were with Sunshine?
Strawberry watched sadly from the sidelines. The stallion quite liked Turtle and wanted to have dancies but instead of him, he’d asked Sunny. It wasn’t fair at all (at least to Strawberry) so a flare of jealousy was building up inside of him.
Even more trouble was brewing too. Reginald had been let out of the sorry-corner and was lurking about with his Princess Lollipop pillow, looking to hatch even more unrest.
“Dancies wif Sunneh suuuu fun!” Turtle spazzed out, front legs going around like an inflatable waving arm tube man. Fred took out his phone and snapped a photo of the two: No doubt his fluffy would want it framed and put on his nightstand.
Tamara kept trying to get in front of his camera and Fred was quickly losing patience with the lush. Seriously, who even let her sign up to volunteer?
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Strawberry marched up to Turtle and Sunshine, puffing out his cheeks. “Wan dancies wif Tuwtew tu! Wub Tuwtew!” This caused Sunshine to look over with some confusion.
“Wha?” She asked, and Turtle looked equally as confused. Was something happening? Apparently, yes. Strawberry boldly stepped forward and began slapping around at the air in front of Sunshine with his hooves, eyes squeezing shut and squealing. Suddenly accosted, Sunshine rose to the challenge and met it head-on by also squealing and flailing her front hooves around wildly. Their hooves met one another with fierce squeaks but beyond that, it wasn’t much of a fight.
“Pwease nu! Fwends nu fite obeh Tuwtew! Am ‘nuff Tuwtew for aw fwends!” The stallion lamented as he watched his feminine best friend and the apple of his eye both engage in the lamest combat imaginable. Even by fluffy standards it was pretty lame…maybe akin to a catfight though there was no hair pulling (yet).
Miss Teacher and Ms Weathers were both already coming over to the two but before they could even stop the situation, Reginald had hatched his master plan. Princess Lollipop pillow under one arm, he took the tablecloth which was situated under a big cake decorated to look like an underwater paradise and gave a mighty tug. Table shaking, he caused the cake to plop to the floor with a spray of icing and sugary candy starfish.
“Dis am smawty’s bestest sweetie-nummy naow!” Reginald loudly declared, hopping into the shattered cake and stuffing his cheeks full of it. Seeing that something delicious had fallen to the floor, every fluffy in the room descended upon it like locusts.
“N-N-Nummies!” Chili happily boasted, dabbing at a plastic dolphin cake topper with his tongue.
“Wub!” Strawberry said while daintily keeping his hooves clean of the mess, bending down with a regal approach to num on the cake.
“TUWTEW NUM TU!” Cackling with happiness, he crawled over the cake and got his fill to.
Fred sighed. Miss Teacher and Ms Weathers were pulling fluffies away and scolding them and he’d get up to pull his little troublemaker back from the cake, wiping his hooves off with a napkin. Turtle immediately looked ashamed that he’d joined in.
“Come on, bud. I think this party is about over. Your teacher looks like she’s about to pull her hair out.” Tucking Turtle under one arm and giving him a chin scritch, he went over to Tamara.
“Your keys. You’ll get them tomorrow.” Yeah, she’d been drinking this entire time or had bathed in wine before coming here. Either way he wasn’t going to let her drive drunk. That wasn’t responsible.
The woman handed him her keys, and with a hiccup, tried to hug him. Fred sidestepped.
“W-Whats…HIC…your problem!?” She blurted out at him. Turtle stared wide-eyed as this was going on.
“You need to go home. I’ll call you a cab…?” Fred asked, already reaching for his phone. Tamara immediately shoved past him and burst out the door.
“Don’t bother, asshole! I’ll jussh WAWK!” Now she was slurring her words and sounding like a fluffy. It took a few moments before he realized something: She hadn’t taken Reginald.
Sighing, feeling absolutely like someone who’d just won the lottery to get his testicles kicked in, he looked down to Turtle. “Bud, Reginald’s going to have to stay with us tonight.”
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So that’s how it was. Instead of tracking Tamara down, he decided to invite Reginald to stay at his house. It wasn’t too bad either.
“Dis am Tuwtew’s housie?” Reginald asked once they had gotten home, stepping in and looking around. Fred felt that it may be the precursor to a flood of sorry-poopies but instead, he just gave a smile.
“Wub housie.” Was all the smarty said, and Turtle tried to be a good host by showing him off to his saferoom (which for all accounts may as well just be called a bedroom).
Getting Turtle into his favorite pair of pajamas which had cowboy hats and cacti on them, Fred looked over to his guest.
“Would you like pajamas too, Reginald?” And of course he did. The smarty was bigger than Turtle but he managed to squeeze a set decorated with planets and space shuttles onto him.
“Teehee! Bouncie!” Reginald bounced around on top of the twin-sized mattress in the room, joined in by Turtle. The two of them bopped up and down while Fred fiddled with the television and got FluffTV started. Leaving the room, he listened to them both run around screaming at one another and crashing into stuff. It was the closest thing he’d have to quiet time though so he’d enjoy a mug of tea.
Once the noise had quieted down, he peeked into the room and found the two of them slumped on the bed. Reginald had his tongue sticking out, back leg twitching happily. Turtle, on the other hand, was sandwiched between two pillows and already snoring quite loudly. Toys had been pulled out and left all over the floor but he wouldn’t worry about that for now. Turning the light out and flipping on Turtle’s trusty Cinnamummah nightlight, he’d let the two snooze the night away. They had school tomorrow and needed all the energy they could get after all.
