Bowser's Huge Hostile Takeover: Part III
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Art by rockytheprocy
Story by c'est moi
Toko belongs to Type2
Bowser and Wolf O'Donnell © Nintendo
Kamek’s portal shimmered as Bowser and the koopa jumped in, the tropical sea breeze fading away and replaced by a colder, artificial air. The walls around them were cold steel, and a small window revealed an inky sky dotted with stars.
“Ack!” Kamek leapt into Bowser’s arms as the portal closed. “Y-your Grandness, are we in space?!”
“Of course we are, you dope!” The dragon turtle dropped Kamek on the ground. “Where else would we be? That little furry pain in the butt, Wolf O’Donnell, got a lot of popularity right out of nowhere, so we’re gonna knock him down a peg! He thinks he’s hot stuff, and he’s only in like, what, five games?”
“B-but my magic, sir! I have no idea how this technology is going to interfere with it!”
“Ah, I won’t need your magic!” Bowser scoffed, waving off the koopa’s concerns. “Wolf is a total pushover. He’s not even much of a villain anymore!”
Bowser stomped through the corridors, his belly bouncing with each step. Unbeknownst to him, Wolf O’ Donell already knew he was lumbering around his station; hunkered down in the security room, the canine mercenary rolled his eyes as he watched Bowser on a wide array of screens. “Alright, team. Quick roll call.”
“Here, boss!” Leon phoned in, followed by similar calls from Panther and Pigma.
“We got a visitor. Bowser, from that stupid plumber game, and uh…” Wolf arched his brow as he watched Bowser; he looked a lot fatter than when he saw him last. “He’s hard to miss. Give him a proper Star Wolf Team welcome, alright boys? I’m going to watch for Fox. We should be having a boss fight here in ten. Just make sure that fat lizard doesn’t interfere.”
“Right, boss!” His team shouted back over their comm links.
Wolf kicked up his feet on the console, still watching Bowser squeeze through the narrow hallways of his base. “What’d you do, Bowsie, eat Princess Peach this time?”
“Sir, Your Vastness, we can take a break if you want…” Kamek offered diplomatically. Bowser was starting to slow down, puffing his way through; he wasn’t used to carrying around that spare tire.
“I’m fine!” Bowser snarled. “It’s just these narrow hallways. It’s making me, uh, arachnophobic.”
“Claustrophobic, Your Illiterateness,” Kamek corrected.
“I ain’t afraid of Santa Claus, you clod!” Bowser huffed. “Just keep an eye out for those Star Dorks.”
“Star Dorks, that’s the best you could come up with?” Leon hissed, the chameleon dropping his camouflage as he appeared behind the two.
“I don’t think he’s really trying, Leon,” Panther clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he stepped out from around the corner. Pinned on either side, Bowser and Kamek backed up against one another as the two Star Wolf team members trained their laser rifles on them.
“You don’t know who you’re messin’ with, kitty cat!” Bowser growled, belching out a fireball that slammed into Panther, throwing him back and singing his well-made uniform. Bowser forgot, however, that he had not come alone; Leon fired his rifle, and a laser bolt singed the dragon turtle in the rear, making him leap in the air.
“YEOWCH!” Bowser clasped his bottom, covering as much of it as he could as he hobbled away from the chameleon and panther closing in on him and Kamek. “Kamek! Do something!”
“Right away, Your Roastedness!” Kamek held out his wand, and an array of pixels and particle effects shot out of his wand, hitting Leon and Panther’s guns. Nothing happened. The two shrugged off the seemingly harmless attack, and with Kamek and Bowser backed into a corner, aimed their rifles and prepared to fire.
“Kamek, if we weren’t about to die, I’d kill you!” Bowser growled, bracing himself for the shot.
Leon and Panther pulled the trigger, and as Bowser screwed his eyes shut, all he heard was a faint plop as something warm and slightly greasy smacked up against his chest. Looking down, he spotted a strip of bacon sliding down his stomach.
“What.”
Leon and Panther exchanged confused looks, and fired again, only for more strips of bacon to bounce harmlessly off of Bowser’s body. With a quizzically arched brow, Bowser picked up a slice, and after a pause where Leon and Panther stared at the large dragon turtle in perplexion, he ate it.
“BWAHAHA! It’s delicious!” Bowser laughed in triumph, gulping the bacon down. He gave his belly a slap, making the scaled mass jiggle, then held out his arms. “Go ahead, Star Dorks! Take your best shot!”
Up in the control room, Wolf’s attention had been torn away from the security cameras as the scanners picked up an enemy spacecraft. Wolf slammed his fist down on the console. “Fox! You always had impeccable timing.”
Wolf grabbed his comm. “Star Wolf Team, report!”
Nothing.
“Star Wolf Team, I said, report!”
“Uh, boss?” Pigma snorted. “We’ve got a problem. And, might I just add, I, for one, am offended by what I’m seeing here—”
“I don’t care what offends you, Pigma!” Wolf snarled. “You need to get in your arwing and tell the rest to do the same, or I’ll skin you all and turn you into a new pair of boots! Fox is here!”
“Well, the thing is, boss…” Unbeknownst to Wolf, the pig member of Star Wolf was currently pressed up against the wall by an avalanche of scaly flab. Bowser loomed over him, the dragon turtle laughing as he shoved another fistful of bacon into his mouth, and giving Pigma a meaningful, hungry look. “We’re, uh. Kinda pinned down.”
“What do you mean— oh my God.” Wolf’s jaw dropped as he turned back to the security cameras. Bowser was taking up nearly the entire screen. His belly was dominating a majority of the view, a hill of gold scales bunching up into an impressive set of love-handles and the strangest muffin top he had ever seen as he was now officially too fat for his shell. Moving on pylon-sized legs that jiggled as he walked, he was knocking Leon and Panther to the ground as he greedily ate more bacon that was littered all over his body. “Where is he getting all that bacon?!”
Bowser, hearing Wolf’s shouting, snatched Pigma’s comm. “Hey! O’Muttell. Ain’t nice to leave a guest waitin’ around like this! Better get down here before I decide I’m hungry for something… fresher.” The dragon turtle grinned toothily at Pigma, whose panicked squeal made Wolf flinch as it crackled over the commlink.
Wolf rolled his eyes. “What do you want, Bowser? I got Star Fox flying in any minute now, so I don’t have time to screw around!”
Bowser smirked up at the camera. “Bwahaha, ain’t a wolf supposed to be able to take care of a little fox? I’m in charge now, O’Dungell! I’ll take care of Star Fox and you can thank me later as my new minion.”
“Your new minion? Are you crazy? Alright, you scaly sack of lard! You want to deal with the best? You’ll get it!” Wolf shut off the commlink, grabbing as much artillery as he could.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Lylat system, a Star Fox arwing was zipping across the stars. On the other side of the screen, unaware that his new game had been hijacked by a fat dragon turtle, Toko was leaning forward with anticipation. The gator’s immense belly spilled over his lap, and his avatar in the game did likewise, his digitized gut smothering the console panel of his arwing, his massive, thick tail coiled around the back-end of the cockpit and mashed up against the window. As difficult as it had been to squeeze into the ship without clipping, it was worth it to finally pair off against Star Wolf in an epic fight.
Fiddling with the buttons he could still see, Toko opened the communicator. “Hey! O’Donnell! Star Fox’s newest member here. Pull out the buffet spread, I’m hungry for some action.”
“Oh my God.” Wolf’s irritated face popped up. “Another fatass reptile? Get in line, tubby, I’m dealing with bigger problems right now!” Just as quick as he popped up, Wolf cut the call.
Toko blinked. “Wait, what? That’s… that’s not supposed to happen.” Turning his head, making several flabby chins bunch up, he looked around and realized that he was the only arwing out there. There was supposed to be an epic space battle, but it was just him and the inky blackness.
“Hey, guys?” the fat gator tapped into his comm again. “There’s, uh. No one out here. Suggestions?”
“Do a barrel roll!” a voice crackled over the comm.
“Hah, you’re hilarious,” Toko muttered, rolling his eyes and cutting the channel. Looking out at the empty vastness ahead of him, he drummed his fingers on the crest of his belly. He huffed, then punched in the coordinates for the Star Wolf Base. “Well… now I’m curious. A quick check wouldn’t hurt, right? What other fatass was he talking about, anyways?”
“BWAHAHA! More, go ahead, give me another!” Bowser laughed as Wolf was running out of weapons. His laser rifle fired bacon, his grenades turned into cream puffs, his plasma cannon shot out streams of ice cream, and all of it managed to find its way into Bowser’s mouth.
The wolf’s good eye was twitching as the dragon turtle loomed over him. Bowser just kept growing, with a gut that was roughly the size of an arwing at this point. With slow, lumbering steps that made the metal floor groan beneath his weight, Bowser pinned Wolf against the wall with his sheer mass. “Like I said, I’m the boss now.”
“Right, right…” Wolf dropped his pistol, which had fired off jelly beans, and slowly raised his hands in the air. “Don’t let the victory make you light-headed!” Wolf slammed his fist on a control panel, de-activating the artificial gravity.
“Wait— wait, what?!” Bowser snarled as he floated away, spinning lazily like a ball. “Get back here, you mangy mutt!”
Wolf smirked, as he and his team activated their magnetic boots, attaching themselves to the floor. “It’s open season on lizards, boys! Er—” he glanced at Leon, who was glaring at him. “No offense, Powalski.”
The chameleon arched his brow. “Sure, boss. But, uhm… what do we shoot him with? That runty little mage cursed all our weapons.”
“Do you have a knife?” Wolf asked, scratching his head.
“Boss!” Panther gasped, sounding appalled. “We’re an E-rated game, we can’t carve him up!”
“Oh, please!” Wolf scoffed. “Look at him! That much jiggling fat’s gotta be obscene.”
“Hey!” Bowser shouted from above, trying to swim through the air.
“Shut up!” Wolf shouted before turning back to his team. “I already had to blow Star Fox off, so all of you, back to your stations, and I’ll take care of him myself!”
“Uh, Your Offendedness…” Kamek hissed, floating upside down just above Bowser. The mage koopa gestured to the console, just above Wolf’s head.
It took Bowser a moment to get Kamek’s meaning, then he grinned devilishly, slowly swimming through the air towards it as Wolf and his team argued beneath them.
“O’Donnell, you’re supposed to be an anti-hero now, you can’t just go carving up intruders! What do you think this is, Warhammer 40K?” Panther shouted back.
“Stuff it Caruso, I know my character arc!” Wolf snapped back. “I’m not going to hear another word of this! We have a boss battle to take care of, so I’m telling you to get ready, and I’ll take care of this mess before this whole thing comes crashing down on our—!” WHAM!
A whole half ton of scaly blubber landed right on top of Wolf as Bowser managed to reactivate the gravity. Leon, Pigma, and Panther were left staring as Bowser’s flab settled, his immense rear leaving a small crater in the floor where their boss had been standing just a moment before.
“BWAHAHA!” Bowser chortled, as Wolf clawed his way out from underneath Bowser’s love-handles, gasping for air. “Man, I never knew how good that felt! No wonder Mario gets a kick out of that!”
“Get off of me, you stupid, asteroid-sized pain in my—!”
“Ah, ah, ah, you heard the cat, O’Foul language, this is an E-rated game, and I’m gonna make sure you all run this ship right from now on!” Bowser gloated.
Before Wolf could retort, an alarm screamed throughout the base. “Intruder alert! Intruder alert!”
Pigma checked his handheld. “There’s a Star Fox arwing closing in on our hangar!”
“Quick! Help me up, you runts!” Bowser commanded. “I’ll show you how to scare off a bunch of woodland critters!”
Star Wolf Team hesitated, looking down to Wolf, who was drumming his fingers on the metal floor, glaring up at Bowser, until an idea came to him. “Actually, you know what? I think I gotta see this. Go ahead, help him up.” He glanced up at Bowser. “I’ll even give you my arwing… boss.”
“BWAHAHA! I knew you’d see it my way! You’re not as stupid as you look, O’Scowl.”
Just outside, Toko pushed his arwing to ramming speed as he charged for the hangar of Star Wolf base, ready for anything. But as his arwing slipped through the laser gate of the hangar, he wasn’t prepared for… nothing.
Landing his craft and wedging himself out, Toko craned his neck as he waddled through the cavernous metal base. “Uh… hello?”
“Just… just a minute, Star Dork! I’m almost ready!” A strange voice called out from the other end of the hangar.
Toko arched his brow, slowly making his way over. Much to his surprise, he saw Wolf leaning against the wall, shirtless.
“Wolf O’Donnell?”
The wolf glanced up at the gator. “Oh, hey. You’re the new Star Fox member, right?”
Toko blinked, drawing closer. “Uh… yeah?”
“Mm. Sorry for the brusqueness earlier, I try to be more professional than that, but things have been a little bit unusual today,” Wolf explained, turning away from Toko and smirking. “We’re under new management.”
“New what?”
Wolf gestured, pointing ahead of him and widening his smirk. Toko turned and gaped. “Bowser? He’s in this game?”
“You hadn’t heard, kid? He’s our new, ah… expansion pack,” Wolf sniggered. “Adds a lotta weight to the story, know what I mean?”
Toko and Wolf watched as Bowser struggled to squeeze into the cockpit of an arwing, his gut spilling over every edge, arms flailing uselessly as he tried sucking in his cauldron-sized gut. He turned to Wolf and Toko. “You! Star Fatty!”
Toko blinked, holding back a retort; at least he could still fit in his arwing. Kinda. “Uh- yeah?”
“Surrender! You’re— hngh! Hopelessly— guh! Outmatched!” Bowser strained, still trying to force himself into the cockpit. “When I get this thing started, you’ll be— hrph! Sorry!”
Wolf nudged Toko. “Go ahead, humor him.”
Toko nodded, the fat gator staring at all the folds of flab on Bowser’s frame. “Oh, yeah, uh, totally! I totally surrender. Absolutely.”
“Hah!” Bowser threw up his arms triumphantly, and that was enough to cause the arwing to tip forward, the nose of the fighter craft crashing down to the floor. “You see, Star Dorks? I could conquer your whole galaxy without firing a shot!”
“Yeah, by eating it,” Wolf muttered to Toko, nudging the gator in his fat belly and making him laugh.
“What was that?!” Bowser demanded.
“Oh, nothing, boss! You showed us!” Wolf shouted back.
Bowser, satisfied, grinned. “Hah! I win! Kamek, get over here!”
“Yes, Your Victorousness?” Kamek answered, appearing in a puff of smoke.
“Get me out of this thing! We’re gonna set our sights higher this time. Get the portal ready; we’re gonna expand to all types of games, now!”
Conquering the very stars, Bowser’s hungry for his next victory! What villain will he go up against next?
A- Ridley (Metroid)
B- Alduin (Skyrim)
C- Sephiroth (Final Fantasy 7)
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 1120 x 700px
Listed in Folders
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At this point, the gamers are gonna figure out that Bowser's trying to take the place of all the game bosses.
At this point, the gamers are gonna figure out that Bowser's trying to take the place of all the game bosses.
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