Wolf Pack

It had been a fine afternoon in the Smash Mansion. No matches were being held today, so everyone was free to wind back and relax however they saw fit. Most would sit around in the foyer and watch television, and that's what Fox, Falco, Yoshi, Applejack, and Ness were doing right now. With their wildly different interests, it was hard for Applejack to find a channel all of them could watch.

"We now return to this week's episode of *Fennekin and Flareon: Twin Sheriffs*!" the TV blared.

"We whaddya know, a Western!" Applejack hollered. "This should be good."

"BOR-ing," Falco called, swiping the remote away from Applejack and changing the channel.

"Are you ready for the next episode of *Chao in Space: Last Defeder*!?" came the TV.

"Now THIS is quality television!" Fox said, kicking back.

"Oh please, not science fiction!" Applejack complained.

"...Fiction?" Falco asked.

"Alright, gimme that," Yoshi said, taking the remote away from Falco and changing the channel again.

"Hey look, a dinosaur documentary!" Yoshi cheered.

"Aaaaaaaaaand there's the meteor," Falco said. Yoshi's eyes widened and his mouth gaped at the sight of the destruction on-screen.

"My turn!" Ness called, changing the channel.

"New Donk Street report?" Fox questioned. "Since when were kids into finance?"

"It's never too late to start planning for the future!" Ness said.

"Attention all space cadets!" the TV called as a commercial played. "The first ever G-Zero Relay is coming to your home planet! Teams of four will race around the galaxy, taking turns as they make their way to the finish line and compete for a grand prize of 1,000,000 Coins! Sign-ups start today, so don't miss it!"

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Falco asked.

"Way ahead of you," Fox said as he hopped off the couch, his bird ally following. "We'll just ask Fay and Miyu to join us as a team of four and we'll be ready to compete."

"Compete in what?"

The two pilots turned and saw Wolf sitting by a table, playing Chess against one of Oilimar's Pikmin. The pieces were pretty tough for it to carry around, but it managed somehow.

"Didn't you hear? There's a G-Zero Relay race coming to the planet this week, so us, Miyu, and Fay are going in as a team," Fox explained.

"Sorry patchy, but teams can only have up to four members," Falco jeered. "We don't have room for one more."

"Even if I were to compete, I wouldn't be joining your ranks anyway," Wolf retorted. "I have my own team I can rely on."

"Suit yourself," Fox said. "It'll be like old times, huh?"

"...Sure," Wolf responded.

The two Star Fox pilots walked out of the room and Wolf turned his attention back to the game, seeing that while he was talking with them the Pikmin had taken all but one of his pieces.

He wasn't happy, to say the least.

***Star Wolf***

**Wolf**: @Leon @Rainbow Dash There's a G-Zero Relay race coming this week and the three of us and a third member I haven't decided on yet will be competing as a team.

**Leon**: Sorry, not a good time for me. I'm going to a family reunion back on Katina, my kid sister is picking me up.

**Wolf**: You have a sister?

**Leon**: I have nine brothers and eight sisters, and they all hate me immensely. I'm only going to spite them.

**Rainbow Dash**: I'm going to a convention with Rainbow Dash at that time too so I can't go either, sorry.

**Leon**: You bribed her to come to the Brony convention with you, didn't you Pigma?

**Rainbow Dash**: Throwing a couple matches is worth it to show these mere mortals the real deal!

**Wolf**: Thanks for your help. And Pigma change that blasted name or you're off the team again.

**Rainbow Dash**: YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!!

**Leon**: Well, the relay is in a week, right? We live with over 150 people in this mansion, surely there's some who are capable of flying a ship.

**Wolf**: I don't like the idea, but I don't seem to have a choice.

***Wolf** has kicked **Rainbow Dash** out of* **Star Wolf**.

**Leon**: Between you and me I don't think I would want to fly with him anyway.

**Wolf**: It's not a secret if we openly say it all the time.

*This is the start of your DM history with **Isabelle***

**Wolf**: Isabelle?

**Isabelle**: Yes, Mr. O'Donnell?

**Wolf**: Please don't call me that. My crew can't compete in the G-Zero Relay this week, so I need you to find some competent pilots that I can make a team with and compete against Fox. And I can't stress "competent" enough.

**Isabelle**: Will do Mr. O'Donnell, but why can't you ask yourself? Are you just shy?

**Wolf**: I am not. And I said stop calling me that.

**Isabelle**: Well alright then. I'll ask around the mansion then! I'll see you soon!

Later that night, Wolf was standing inside his dorm waiting for Isabelle. Checking his watch, he read 9:45 PM. It was getting late.

"Where is she?" he said. "It's getting late. Maybe it was a bad idea to task her with this."

As if on cue, he heard a knock at the door... and an annoyingly cutesy one at that. Figuring it was Isabelle, he opened the door and saw the shih tzu secretary on the other side. She waved happily, and he gave a grumble in response.

"I gathered some volunteers just like you asked, Mr. O'Donnell!" Isabelle said.

"Great," Wolf said, slightly annoyed she was still using the nickname. "Bring them in."

"Alright guys, come on in!" Isabelle said.

She marched right in, and following her were Poochy and Duck Hunt. To say Wolf was unimpressed with her efforts would be an understatement. What was going through her mind!? Of any of the Smash Mansion's residents, these two were probably the last on his mind when it came to Wolfen pilots. He'd probably take those damn apes over these two dogs.

"And just what are THEY doing here?" Wolf growled.

"Well, Fox and Falco said they were competing in their own team, the Koopalings totaled the Blue Falcon so Captain Falcon couldn't compete, Samus wasn't interested, Dark Samus didn't quite grasp the concept of a relay race-"

"So what you're saying is this is the best you could find," Wolf interrupted.

"Well, um... yes," Isabelle answered.

Wolf growled and pinched the arch of his nose. "What makes you think these three are capable of driving Wolfens? I don't think that duck can even reach the pedals!"

"Thanks," the duck said sarcastically.

"Yes, I know," Isabelle said. "Which is why I'm... volunteering myself."

"You?" Wolf said. "Of everyone in this mansion, why YOU?"

"What's wrong with me racing with you, Mr. O'Donnell?" Isabelle asked.

"Well for starters, you brought me some pretty poor candidates for Star Wolf pilots," Wolf said. "And then you have the gall to request being a member yourself?"

"Look, just train us!" Isabelle said. "I promise that we'll be the best pilots we can be!"

"What makes you think I can train you to fly Wolfens in a week?" Wolf asked, getting irritated.

"Dogs are very fast learners, especially when the pack has a leader," Isabelle answered. She wasn't wrong, Wolf of all people would know that.

"Fine," he said with a sigh. "It's not like I have a choice anyway. Training will begin at 5:00 in the morning sharp, don't be late."

"Thank you, Mr. O'Donnell!" Isabelle cheered. "Did you hear that everyone? We're going to be in the race!"

Poochy answered by tackling Wolf and licking his face repeatedly. The Star Wolf leader was too caught off guard to try getting the giant mutt off of him. The Duck Hunt dog was getting tired, so he hopped on Wolf's bed and drifted off to sleep.

"This should be interesting," the duck thought out loud.

Wolf was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole thing. He was waiting in the garage with his team's Wolfens, plus a fourth he borrowed from Panther, when the rest of "Star Wolf" showed up. Isabelle was up bright and early, dragging a still-sleeping Poochy by the collar. The Duck Hunt duck meanwhile was carrying his dog companion by the tail, who was barely awake. Wolf was still counting the number of ways this could go wrong.

"We're here, Mr. O'Donnell!" Isabelle greeted.

"Alright, but I need those two mutts awake," Wolf said.

"Don't worry, I know what gets him awake," the duck said. He pulled out a box of bacon treats from... somewhere... and waved one over the dog's nose. He stirred awake quickly and took a hard bite out of it.

And the duck's wing.

"YEEEOWCH!" the duck squealed in pain, doing his best to wedge his wing out of the dog's teeth. The sudden noise caused Poochy to spring awake. He looked around and saw Wolf, instantly tackling him and licking him with his big tongue.

"Off of me!" the pilot yelled, shoving Poochy off of his body. Wiping all the saliva off his suit, he grunted. At least they were awake.

"OK everyone, single file!" he commanded. Isabelle, Duck Hunt, and Poochy complied, lining up side-by-side in front of Wolf.

"Alright team, this will be the first time you've flown a Wolfen," he began. "It's a very fast, aerodynamic spacecraft capable of flying up to hundreds of miles an hour. It also comes equipped with laser cannons, a shield, and large wings for sharp movement. I can only assume the three of you will crash, burn, and most likely die trying to fly this thing, but that's why we're training. Now, everyone get in a Wolfen and buckle up."

"Sure thing, Mr. O'Donnell!" Isabelle responded.

Wolf climbed into his own Wolfen, activating the ship's communicator to get surveillance of everyone else. He could see Poochy jumping into Leon's ship, Isabelle climbing into Pigma's ship, and Duck Hunt boarding Panther's ship.

"Everyone push the green button," Wolf commanded. Isabelle and the duck responded, allowing them to talk with him, but Poochy was clearly distracted by a red, blinking button to the side.

"Hey, don't touch that!" Wolf shouted. "That's the-"

Before he could even finish, Poochy fired a bonb which hit the garage's wall and caused a big explosion, knocking down the walls to the outside.

"-Smart Bombs," Wolf finished.

"Off to a great start already," the duck said sarcastically.

"Um, Mr. O'Donnell, what's with all the manga in this ship?" Isabelle asked.

"Toss them out, it's not important," Wolf answered. "Anyways, looks like Poochy activated his communicator, so now we can all see each other. Before we destroy anything else, pull the big lever down to start the ignition."

Everyone responded this time, starting the engines of their Wolfens.

"Good," Wolf said. "Now I will fly out of the garage and into the sky. I want you all to follow me by hitting the acceleration and steering."

And with that, Wolf took off, flying out of the hole created by the Smart Bomb and steering upward to fly above the mansion. Looking in his rear-view cameras, he could see one Wolfen fly straight into the trees ahead, another smashing through the walls of the mansion to fly upward, and another flying in circles.

"Hey, chicken!" Wolf called out. "Tell your dog to stop going around!"

"I'm a duck!" the duck corrected. Pecking the dog on the face, he complied and steered the Wolfen upward.

"And where's Poochy?" Wolf saked.

"Looks like he found a rabbit and is chasing it down," the duck said, looking into the trees. "And... shooting lasers at it."

"I'm surprised he knows how to use those," Wolf commented.

"Umm... Mr. O'D-Donnell," Isabelle said, her face getting green. "Do Wolfens c-come equipped with barf bags?"

Before anyone could answer, Isabelle held her mouth and started flying out of control. Wolf quickly shut off his connection with her so he wouldn't have to see the shih tzu losing her lunch, he didn't need any of that this morning.

"At least that's Pigma's ship," Wolf said to himself.

Just then, another Wolfen flew right into Wolf's ship, which he narrowly dodged.

"POOCHY!" Wolf yelled. "YOU ALMOST GOT BOTH OF US KILLED!"

The giant dog didn't respond as he continued flying however he wanted. Before things could get anymore out of hand, he decided to continue instructing his crew.

"OK everyone, now we'll be doing a simple maneuver." he instructed. "A somersault. Pull your steering wheel down and you'll fly in a loop-de-loop formation, then let go when you're flying parallel to the ground."

The Duck Hunt dog responded by doing the exact opposite and performing a nosedive.

"HE SAID UP IDIOT!" the duck yelled. He pushed the dog aside and lifted the steering wheel up himself.

Poochy was on the other extreme, and performing multiple somersaults repeatedly.

And Isabelle got even more sick and threw up again.

Wolf slapped himself in the face. This was never going to work.