The Pack

Chapter 1

By: Wolf

    It was 7:30 when Wolf woke up. It was going to be another busy day. Again. He was the leader of a large gang, along with his friends Hawk and Reaper, called ‘The Pack.’ It was a rather strange gang, but it gave you great... benefits... If you joined. Such as a group identity. No one fucks with a Wolf... unless you wanted them to... then they definitely would. You also got a free car, with a paint job of your choice, along with a variety of loadouts. The gang was busy, very busy.

    The gang was very powerful, but that came at a cost. The large city he controlled was so far in his grasp he practically owned it. So he was neck deep in political B.S. It was also time to elect a new mayor. Another problem was that there was a new uprising gang in town. But Wolf had a solution. His twin sister.

    Her name was Sheila and she was a near perfect female copy of Wolf. She had the near exact same personality as Wolf. Cold and calculative. They both had a few soft spots but those spots were reserved for a few people only. That and for a few things also... such as ponies. It may be strange that a gang boss would like such a thing, but when you had so much money and power, no one would would mess with you.

    His sister came into play as no one, except those closest to him, knew he had a sister. He planned to get her into office. That would solve any political problems they had. Sheila would make the same decisions Wolf would. They figured that out the hard way. The reason they figured out was pertaining to the woman that still was lying in Wolf’s bed. Thankfully, there were no hard feelings between the siblings.

    Speaking of his sister, who awoke on the opposite side of the room at the exact same time, was going through the small idea they had a few days ago.

~-><-~

A Few Days Ago

“That IS a good idea, Wolfy.” Sheila mused, “but how are we going to make that happen. The ponies may have magic, but we don’t!”

“Well, Sheila, right now we have the ability to, basically, ‘print’ organs. So why not do the same with flesh, blood, wings, and the various other parts if their anatomy?” Wolf retorted, “Look, you just get me the tech when you become the mayor, and I’ll do all of the programing. Right down to their memories and personalities.”

“Whatever, but aren’t you worried about them getting enslaved?”

“No. You see, they will have a such a similar composition to humans, minus the outward appearances, that they would technically be a subspecies. Besides, they can talk, annnnnnnd they would have to go through me!” Wolf exclaimed.

“Whatever you say...” Sheila sighed.

~-<>-~

End of Flashback

    Sheila was fairly certain that almost no one would approve of petitioning high tech medical equipment to make a cartoon pony.

‘Well I could always say it’s for the hospital...’ Sheila thought. A different, more unsettling, thought occured. ‘What if they were enslaved, taken from us... no... that wouldn’t happen, no one would ever mess with The Pack...’

    With her raging thoughts settled, she got prepared for ‘work.’ She put on a nice business suit and waited for Wolf to bring her to any public places she needed to be. She noticed Wolf didn’t get out of bed. Apparently she wasn’t needed until later. She walked over to the couch and plopped down. She grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels.

    ‘Ugh... over 3000 channels and there’s STILL nothing to watch!’ Sheila thought as she flipped through all the channels. She could always get on the computer, but ever since she saw ‘cupcakes,’ she wasn’t very eager to get back on.

    She got up from her sitting position and walked over to the dresser where Wolf’s phone laid. She unlocked it and started to look through his ‘todo’ list.

‘Todo

1. Go to important business meeting with rival gang (bring arms.)

2. Goto the gym.

3. Study how the mind works (for the special project ;))

4. Work on the election coverage.

5. Study political opposition.

6. Study Biology and Anatomy (for the project ;))

7. Goto the fancy party. (Come early- bring arms- other gang leaders will be there.)

8. Think of something to call The Pack other than a ‘gang’’

He wasn’t as busy as usual, Sheila noticed. It wasn’t a few months until the elections really got going. Sheila turned off the phone and set it back on the dresser.Since she had nothing to do, she was going to go out. She grabbed the handgun that was under her pillow and concealed it in her suit. She also grabbed a vest-- you could never be too careful in this city.

She walked out of the high-rise and over to the parking garage. She looked over the many, many, cars that were in the garage. She went up to the fourth floor where her car was. She had a plain white Ferrari. Unlike her brother... who had the literal ‘most expensive car in the world.’

She unlocked the door and got in. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, luckily she wasn’t wearing makeup. She put the keys in the ignition and turned it. The engine roared to life. She was the type of person to make everything cinematic. She revved the engines and sped out of the garage.

~-<>-~

    Wolf got out of bed as soon as he heard the engine revs made by his sister. He let out a small groan as he rubbed his eyes. He crawled out of bed and let out a massive yawn.

    “Hmmm, I wonder where Sheila went...” Wolf pondered.

    “She probably went to get something for breakfast, there’s nothing to eat here!” Setura exclaimed, as she was awoken from the combination of engine revs and yawning. She rubbed her eyes and yawned herself. After getting out of bed and getting dressed, she asked a question, “So, we goin’ anywhere tonight?”

    “Yeah, we have to go to a business meeting and a high-tone party.”

    “Shame, I was hoping for some alone time later.” Setura said with a smile and a wink.

    “Yes, yes, we’ll have plenty of time for that later.” Wolf said with a smile as he rolled his eyes. He checked his watch that he always had on to see what time it was. The watch displayed a time of 7:45, “7:45? Wow, we need to be at the meeting at eight...”

    They quickly got dressed in more formal attire than sleeping cloths and set of to the meetings secret location. Wolf grabbed his trademark katana and rifle. He also brought a desert eagle that was mainly for show. There was a rule however; if you brought it out- you had to fire it. He his the desert eagle in his suit under a bullet proof vest. The suit was white with a black shirt and a teal tie. Setura was dressed in an elegant gown with a similar color-scheme to Wolf’s suit. She also had two knives and two mac-10s. Her weapons were mainly for show, as Wolf was much better than her with fighting, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t know how to use them.

    Wolf let out a high pitch whistle that summoned his pet wolves. One was pitch black, the other was a blinding white.Their names were Vortex and Sol. The black one, Vortex, had demonic red eyes, the white one, Sol, had pure golden eyes. They both had colors that matched their eyes. It was illegal to own wild animals, but not in Wolf’s case, as he had a licence... and connections. The wolves were well trained, much like guard dogs. It would normally be considered impossible, but all canines listened to Wolf’s every command.

    The four walked out of the high-rise and to the parking garage. Wolf quickly unlocked his car and sat in the drivers seat. The car was very fancy, but there were so many details and modifications, that it would take forever to name them all. A simple way to put it is that most of them were illegal.

    He waited for the party to get in the car and put the pedal to the floor. The car sped out of the garage and continued to the meeting place. They drove for about five minutes before they got there. It was at a warehouse nearby. He parked the car next to fellow gang members’ respective cars. It seemed that they had arrived early, until Hawk came out of his black and white mustang.

    “Hey, Hawk!” Wolf called out.

    “Yeah?” Hawk called back as he got out of his car. He had his hawk perched on his shoulder.

    “I hope this meeting goes as planned... Reaper better not mess things up again...” Wolf said with a grimace. Last time was terrible, it ended up with 14 deaths and several hundred grand in damages and losses. “I swear, next time he fucks up, I’m putting him down.”

    “Yeah, well speak of the devil...” Hawk sighed as Reaper drove up in his hearse. He came out with his scythe and stood over Wolf and Hawk. He was an unintelligent brute that was only hired because they were friend a long while ago, but Wolf and Hawk had grown apart from him. He stood there with a stupid grin, “Hey guys,” he turned to Wolf “so, did you bring the mutt, ‘cause I see you brought your dogs.”

    Wolf just stood there and gave him an evil glare. The wolves picked up on his mood and started growling. At that, Reaper just laughed. Setura got out of the car and asked with a voice full of sarcasm and venom, “What’s so funny?”

    Reaper was oblivious to the poison in her voice, like the big idiot he was and continued his unwelcomed trash-talk. “So you did bring the bitch-mutt!”

    Wolf, Hawk, Setura, Vortex, and Sol continued their collective glare at Reaper. Setura gave Wolf a look that conveyed the message ‘Can I?’ Wolf gave her a nod. The nas quick as light, she grabbed a knife from under her dress and flung it at Reaper. Reaper, like the idiot he was, wasn’t wearing a vest. The knife plunged into his chest and he slowly bled out on the asphalt. Wolf let out a soft ‘tsk tsk’ sound. Another gang member walked over to see what was happening. He was a shorter fellow, a friend of Wolf and Hawk, and he had a bowl haircut. When he saw Reapers corpse he said, “Took ya long enough!” and walked away with a small huff, as he was the one who usually had to dispose of the bodies.

    Setura grabbed the knife and clean it off. She then put it back in her dress and the small group continued to the meeting.

~-<>-~

    The warehouse was very large, large enough to be considered a hanger. Tonight, however, it was a meeting place between the two most powerful gangs in the city. All the members of ‘The Pack’ were dressed in very formal suits, each with their own color scheme.

    All the members of The Pack, excluding Wolf, Setura, Vortex, and Sol, scooted into the shadows, waiting for the signal. Wolf checked his watch, it was 8:05. He walked into the middle of the giant hanger. There was a square table about two meters by two meters.There were 3 chairs on on opposite sides, there was also chrome briefcase in the middle of the table. Setura sat down next to him and they waited.

    They waited for about fifteen minutes before they heard some footsteps. Wolf turned to see that his sister had made an appearance. She sat down next to him. She was wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt and a teal tie. They waited about five more minutes before Wolf spoke up, “Gah, what’s taking so long...”

    “They’ll be here any minute--” Sheila started to say, but was cut of by a large bang that was similar to a garage opening come from the other side of the warehouse. Wolf could hear the faint sound of footsteps and a few hushed voices.

    “Sorry we’re late!” One of the voices yelled out.

    “Not a problem, my good sir.” Wolf politely responded in a fancy voice.

    “Good, good...” The man trailed off, uncertain of what to say.

    “Well, take a seat and show us what’s in the box.” Wolf causally ordered.

    The man sat in the middle seat on the other side of the table. Two burly bodyguards sat on either side of him. He tentatively grabbed the box and entered a 15 number combination on the briefcase and opened it. Inside were several million dollars worth of precious metals and various forms of contraband. There was also a pure black metal, much like the metal that made his sword. The metal was nearly hard as diamonds and could make the sharpest blades imaginable, not to mention it’s worth a pretty penny.

    “You’re a smart man, Wolf. Tell me, what do you think is the most valuable item in the case?” The Man asked.

    “Simple,” Wolf pulled out the black bar of metal. “This.”

    “Ahhh, so you know how valuable it is... tell me.” The Man asked.

    “About... 1 billion dollars for this small bar.” Wolf estimated.

    “So, you interested?” The Man asked again.

    “Not really,” Wolf tossed the bar up into the air, unsheathed his sword, and sliced it in half. He quickly re-sheathed his sword and caught the two chunks of metal. He lightly tossed the metal across the table to The Man, who was dumb founded. “we have plenty, really.”

    The Man quickly regain his composure and produced a high-caliber handgun. He pointed the barrel at Wolf’s head, “I hope you reconsider, it’d be a shame to ruin such a great business opportunity.”

    Wolf just remained as expressionless as Kristen Stewart.He waved his hand and the sound of weapons cocking filled the warehouse, “I’d put the gun down if I were you, The Man.”

    “BWAH!” The Man exclaimed.

    “His idiocy alone should be punished...” Sheila muttered.

    “My thoughts exactly...” Wolf muttered back. He pulled out his executory desert eagle and pointed it at the rival gang leader. He pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bullet rocketed out of the chamber and flew into the targets skull. The high caliber round quite literally ‘blew his brains out.’

    “That makes twenty-three kills I personally sanctioned since I started this gang two years ago... never thought we would be this busy, OR successful, let alone both...” Wolf sighed. The two body guards looked dumbstruck before realizing that they were supposed to be shooting Wolf. They never got the chance. Wolf snapped his fingers and the shadows lit up with gunfire. By the time the gunfire had stopped, the bodyguards resembled nothing more than swiss cheese, “25.”

    “Speaking of that... it’s the third year in a few weeks! I can’t believe you started this gang when we were only 21!” Sheila giggled like nothing happened. “We should celebrate!”

    “And I know exactly how!” Wolf smirked. There was no suggestiveness implied. The three humans had a smirk. The gang was going to get a kick out of what they were planning, as most members were bronies.

    “You really think you can err... make? Them in a few weeks?” Setura asked.

    “If I can get my hands on the tech, yes.” Wolf replied as they emptied the contents of the briefcase into assorted boxes and got up and started to leave. Wolf fetched a few members and told them to gather the rival gang leaders car and hock it. He put the small boxes in the trunk of his car. His wolves climbed into the back seat while Setura and him sat in the front. The clock on the dashboard read 9:00. He checked his todo list and crossed of the meeting. He looked at the second item with disdain. With a ‘meh’ he crossed it off and looked at the third item. He drove back to the high-rise and and got back to their floor. The wolves laid down on the rug and took a nap while Wolf and Setura got out a psychology book.

    “This might take awhile...”

~-<>-~

Several Hours Later...

    The couple’s heads’ were filled with the newfound knowledge of how the mind worked. The just had to hope it applied to things other than humans. Wolf grabbed an anatomy book and started reading, as he was terrible with politics he skipped items 4 and 5. He was a great liar, but he really didn’t like to. He read through it, taking another few hours, and came to a conclusion, “Let’s hope that there isn’t a ‘mind’ persay, but just the brain that contributes to mental faculties... otherwise this might be difficult...”

    “So... when are we going to get the tech...?” Setura asked. All of a sudden the door opened.

    “Now.” Sheila replied as she walked through the door. She handed over a laptop to Wolf, who immediately opened it. It had 1 petabyte data storage and 15 terabytes of RAM.

    “How is the laptop even made... do you know how much a petabyte is? How in hell does it have 15 terabytes of RAM?!” Wolf exclaimed. Sheila just shrugged.

    “Don’t know, but you said you’d do the programming, have fun! Oh, and before you ask, the tech is in the hospital experimental wing.” Sheila explained.

    “How did you get it that quickly?!” Setura asked.

    “Well, turns out that guy we just killed was my opposition!” Sheila explained.

    “That’s... odd...” Setura remarked.

    “Let’s get down to the hospital! I want to get started early, screw the fancy party we’re supposed to go to.” Wolf remarked.

    They all started to walk out the door as Wolf whistled for Vortex and Sol to follow them. They decided to walk, rather than drive, to the hospital. The hospital was about four miles away, so they’d be able to make it within the hour at a walking pace. Since they had been ‘studying’ for the last several hours, the sun was falling and sadier figures were coming out. Any time someone came to close for comfort, either Vortex or Sol would growl at them and scare them off, or they would just catch a glance at Wolf and run away as fast as they could. The group just assumed they were rival gang members.

    They had indeed reached the hospital within the hour and showed the guards their pass. The guards moved aside and let them through. The machine did, infact, look like a giant printer. Albeit a 3D one. Wolf plugged the laptop into the machine and a program popped up on the desktop. It explained the process of printing the organs, even reviving a body, if need be. It would print out the organs, printing the brain last, and would send an electrical charge throughout the brain, activating it. It was far fetched, but Wolf didn’t mind. He put in some complex code and printed out the layers of skin. It worked!

    “Amazing! Now we just need to make it grow fur, have specific fur patterns for cutie marks, and make it so the can err... ‘reproduce,’ and-” Sheila was cut off by a hand placed over her mouth.

    “I know, but I also need to program their emotions, memories, et cetera... so I’ll get to work... this will take awhile...”

~-<>-~

1 Week later...

    “FINALLY! I’ve finished programing the mane 6...” Wolf exclaimed as he typed the final string of code into the computer.

    “Yeah, after a literal non-stop week of coding... how do you go so long without sleep?” Sheila inquired.

    “I’ve gone longer in my childhood...” Wolf muttered.

    “Don’t you think this might be immoral?” Setura asked.

    “If it works, no.” Wolf stated.

    “If you say so...”

    “Before any of you guys ask, I only put in memories, emotions, and a few other basic things, no romantic feelings... wanna place bets? I’ll place a few diamonds on Flutterdash...” Wolf asked.

    “Hmmm... I have to agree with you, Wolfy.” Sheila agreed.

    “Same...” Setura nodded.

    “Well then... let me make a few calls...” Wolf muttered as he grabbed his phone. He recorded a message about the good news and a little side not on bets that they were supposed to text him back about. Within seconds the bets were in.

    “So it’s 35 bets on Appledash... 25 bets on Twidash... 30 bets on Rarishy... 10 bets on Flutterdash including us... 10 bets on Rarijack... 50 bets that no romance at all... and another 50 that replied with ‘Wat...’” Wolf listed.

    “Interesting... and I beat the spread!” Sheila exclaimed. Setura handed her a few objects that looked like small gems.

    “Enough you two.. the moment has come...” Wolf shushed them. He copied the program onto the machine and clicked the ‘print’ button.

    The printing process was painstakingly slow, but it was very interesting to see a body printed, even though it wasn’t human. After about an hour, the brains were ‘activated’ and the six ponies eyes shot open. They looked like they were about to scream.

    “Please, please, don’t scream, we mean you no harm! In fact, we just made you.” Wolf said in the most calm and soothing voice possible.

    “WHAT?!” The six screamed. Wolf jerked his head around and checked the door. Luckily, there weren't any footsteps. Wolf sighed.

    “Yes, we made you.” Wolf explained.

    “How? My memories seem so real!” Twilight asked out of curiosity. The other five nodded in unison.

    “Well, throughout a week of programing, I was able to make all of you memories, emotions, and basic personality a reality. You see, you entire existence is was a cartoon.” Wolf gently explained.

    The 6 looked depressed at the news that they were just a creation of another beings imagination. Sheila spoke up, “Look on the bright side! Now you’re real! you can treat your memories as such too, you still have your friendship, don’t you?”

    “Yeah... I guess...” The six ponies nodded in unison. Still fairly upset.

    “What, do you have any sweethearts?” Wolf asked.

    “Ummm....” The six mumbled.

    “Private?” Wolf asked.

    “Yeah...” The six nodded.

    “So you guys DO have romantic interest?”

    “...Yes... damnit...” The six swore. The humans giggled a little at the ponies’ frustration.

    “Don’t worry... we won’t judge...” Setura said with a small smile.

    “Well, now that your confusion is mostly settled... let me introduce you guys to us-” Wolf started to say, but was cut off by Twilight.

    “Why didn’t you put yourself into our memories?” Twilight asked.

    “I didn’t think of that... anyways... I’m Wolf, This here is Setura, that’s Sheila, my twin sister, the two wolves are Vortex and Sol.” Wolf explained, pointing to each individual as he called them out. “Besides, it would be no fun if you already knew everything about this world, wouldn’t it?”

    “Yes, but-” Twilight started to say, but was cut off by Wolf.

    “Exactly!” Wolf exclaimed.

    “Fun?! I know something that would be fun! A PARTY!” Pinkie exclaimed with her usual enthusiasm.

    “Good, because I’d like you to plan one! It’s for a special occasion, you see, my group here has been going strong for three years next week. We would love to celebrate!” Wolf explained.

    “Wait, what ‘group?’” Applejack asked. Wolf mentally cringed. He really didn’t was to lie, let alone to a living lie detector. But on the outside his composure remained intact.

    “It’s a small business group I put together when I was 21.” Wolf told her. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the complete truth also.

    “What type of business...?” Applejack asked again.

    “It’s a trade business.” Wolf half-lied again.

    “Fair enough...” Applejack continued, still not completely convinced.

    “Any more questions?” Wolf asked.

    “Do you think me and Fluttershy will be able to fly?” Rainbow Dash inquired.

    “Fluttershy and I,” Wolf corrected, “and possibly, we’ll have to see for ourselves. I made you both incredibly light, and you also have very thin bones. So please try not to crash when you DO try and fly. Oh, and a side note, don’t try and break the sound barrier on your first try...” Wolf continued. Rainbow Dash nodded and remained silent.

    “Can we sit or lay down somewhere? My legs are incredibly stiff...” Rarity complained.

    “Sure, just use your magic to try and undo the harnesses.” Wolf answered.

    Rarity’s horn lit up with a magical blue aura. The harness that wrapped around the various parts of her body lit up in the same aura. The harness detached. Wolf was mildly surprised that unicorn magic would work in this world. Twilight did the same to herself and the two unicorns released the pegasi and earth ponies. As soon as they were released, Fluttershy walked over to Vortex and Sol. She looked at the wolves with wonder, “Oh wow... what are these animals... they look like bigger versions of Winona...”

    “Vortex and Sol are Grey Wolves... or the scientific name of ‘Canis lupus.’” Wolf informed Fluttershy.

    “I’ll get you a few books on the various animals of the planet” Sheila informed. “I take it you have perfect understanding of the English language?” Sheila continued.

    “Ummm... I guess... I know how to read if that’s what you mean...” Fluttershy responded with her usual timid voice.

    “Good, I’ll need you to fill out a few forums.” Wolf said. “Since you ponies are sentient creatures, I’ll need you to fill out some paperwork so you’ll be citizens, as you weren’t ‘born’ in the United States of America.” Wolf continued.

    “Ugh, really? I have to fill out some form?” Rainbow Dash complained.

    “Yes.” Wolf replied. “Either that or you’ll have to wear collars.”

    Rainbow Dash stayed silent. Wolf let out a small chuckle and grabbed several papers off of a nearby table. He handed over the papers to each pony. They somehow managed to hold onto the papers with their bare hooves. The humans were intrigued, but decided not to press it. Wolf handed each of them a pen. They filled out their forms in silence before Twilight spoke up with a question, “Ummm, how old are we?”

    “Well... I made you all about 20...” Wolf answered.

    With a nod they continued to fill out the forms. After 15 minutes, they had completed them. Rainbow looked like she was about to die of boredom, Pinkie looked like she was about to explode from anticipation, Twilight and Rarity sat patiently, and Applejack was tapping her hoof on the ground repeatedly.

    “I take it you guys want to go?” Wolf asked.

    “Yes! Finally!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed.

    “Well, let me introduce you to the world.”

A/N: I know no one will probably do this, but if someone does make the ponies, I demand royalties if you make any profit... and a pony...(I just had to, wouldn't you do the same?)