Equestria’s Heir of the Wolverine

Prologue

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AH!

The pain!

It’s burning so much!

Make it stop! For the love of God, make it stop!

I scream, jolting up as consciousness comes to me.

I stay where I am, eyes clenched shut, breathing heavily.

What the…? What the hell was that?

That pain, it felt like it was literally all over my body.

It literally felt like my entire body was on fire.

Fuck! What was that?

What could’ve even… caused… wha?

Something is very wrong.

I don’t… feel right.

At once, my inner senses hit me like a bullet train and I inwardly start panicking, my eyes flying open as I look down at myself.

I’m not… me.

I’m a girl.

I wanna pretend it’s hard to notice, but it’s pretty freaking obvious I’ve not only something downstairs that shouldn’t be there and something missing that should be there.

The feeling of two lumps on my chest is just the cherry on the what the fuck cake in proving I’ve somehow switched genders.

“What…? What in the hell happened to me?” I ask, unnerved by the voice that comes out of my mouth, sounding vaguely familiar, though the reason why completely eluding me.

I glance around, finding myself deadpanning. “Where in the cartoon worlds am I?”

An odd question, to be sure.

One would think I’d be asking “where in the world am I?”… but that would require me still being in the real world for that statement to work.

A glance around tells me I’m in some kind of cartoon forest. Which forest, I honestly can’t say.

Waking up as the opposite gender in another world in a forest is hardly a normal occurrence, so it’s not like one keeps a mental encyclopedia of cartoon forests on their mind on a daily basis.

Glancing down at myself more carefully… I find myself confused and concerned.

I… was not wearing these clothes before.

I can’t remember what I was wearing before finding myself in this forest as a girl, but I definitely know I was not wearing a leather motorcycle jacket over a greenish-grey shirt, black leather pants, black leather shoes and black leather gloves… with two holes by the knuckles?

Sheesh. Who dressed me? Someone with a leather fetish?

Wait. Someone, in a place I don’t know… dressed me while I was asleep.

“Okay. Panicking won’t get you anywhere… um… urm…”

I scratch my head, before my eyes widen.

Fuck!

What IS my name?

I… I can’t remember it.

I press a hand to either side of my head as my eyes widen, fear pumnping through me faster and faster with every passing second.

I don’t… I don’t remember anything.

I mean, okay, I’ve flashes of memory, like the dropping hot pasta on myself thing, but… details that matter? Nothing!

I don’t remember my face, my family’s names, what their faces were like, it’s all a blur!

Suddenly, I feel a new pain, in my hands, near the holes in my new gloves.

I scream as it feels like the bones in my wrists are pushed forward, something cold forced through the skin in the same place, the pain, while not as bad as whatever woke me up, still more than I could’ve expected.

After taking a moment to try and let the pain subside, my breathing heavy the whole time, I look down at my hands… for my eyes to widen in horror, followed immediately by rage.

Sticking out, just above both my knuckles… are a pair of metal blades. Blades in a position I recognize instantly as to whom they belong.

“Are. You. KIDDING ME?!” I scream, my blood boiling as anger pumps through me. “Someone yanked me into a cartoon world and turned me into Wolverine’s daughter?! Are you fucking shitting me?!”

Suddenly, a factor of whom I somehow am now alerts me to a putrid smell coming towards me and I hear the faint sounds of twig cracking and growling.

Whirling around, I see at least twenty pairs of eyes several metres away, coming towards me.

I snarl, watching as they get closer.

Within a few minutes, the eyes reveal their owners… and I find myself dumbfounded, but further enraged.

Out of the shadows of the trees step twenty large wolves, all made of twigs, rocks and sap, green eyes glowing in their sockets.

“Timberwolves?” I snarl, before screaming, “TIMBERWOLVES?! I’m somehow not only turned into X-23, but I’m in fucking EQUESTRIA?!”

The Timberwolves growl at me, but I snarl back.

“You want me?! Come and get me!” I scream with rage, rushing forward.

The Timberwolves respond in kind, charging, fangs bared.

Much of what happens… honestly is a bit of a blur.

While I remember slashing away at the living trees with teeth, breaking bones, slicing off limbs, gouging eyes… I just suddenly find myself standing in the middle of what would look to anyone passing by as a massacre of wood and leafs.

I’m breathing heavily, adrenaline still pumping through me.

Gritting my teeth, I yell at the top of my lungs.

“WHO ELSE WANTS SOME?!”

I stand there, my heavy breathing the only other sound aside from my words echoing until they fade away into nothingness.

And I mean nothingness.

It’s like the whole forest has gone silent, as if the knowledge of a dangerous new creature has caused every living thing within to hold its breath, scared to alert me to their existence.

After what feels like forever, I finally manage to calm down enough to realize what I just managed to do and glance around at all the debris.

I glance down at the wooden carnage around me and lift my clenched fists, looking at my claws.

After a few moments, I heave an exasperated sigh.

“Fuck, this is fucked up,” I wince as the claws go back in.

I clench and unclench my right left hand several times, scowling, before looking around.

“Whelp. This sucks. So, I’m in Equestria, clearly the Everfree Forest, if those Timberwolves were any clue… and my memories were broken while I was somehow turned into Wolverine’s clone daughter.”

I sigh, rubbing my temples.

“As if my own anger issues aren’t bad enough, now I’ve hers to deal with on top of that.”

Whatever shattered my memories before all this, one thing I do remember is my temper.

After an operation on my brain back when I was seven, my anger became multiple times stronger and far more difficult to keep in line. I could easily go from zero to a billion within less than a second.

I’d been dealing with it for years and, while it was still a problem, wasn’t anywhere close to how bad I was shortly after the operation.

Now that I’m X-23, though?

And why do I feel… wrong?

Like, I know being X-23 is wrong for me to begin with, but I feel… more wrong now, too.

Like… like I’m somehow the wrong X-23, if that makes any sense… which it doesn’t.

I give another exasperated sigh.

Well, at the very least, I should try finding my way out of Everfree and get to Ponyville. Depending on when in MLP’s timeline I’ve landed, I should be able to get someone to help me get to Canterlot and myself to Princess Celestia, who can sort this out.

Sniffing the air, I manage to pick up a scent that vaguely reminds me of times my family went to a farm for a weekend vacation almost every year.

Nan… something. Nan-jew? Nan-woo? Nan-tu?

Bah! Whatever. Its name isn’t important. The familiar scent is.

The only difference I can tell between this scent and the one from my memory is the heavy scent of apples is mixed in with it… and a faint scent of overripe pears.

If I can faintly smell a farm, following that scent should lead me to Sweet Apple Acres and then Ponyville is just a few minutes’ walk away.

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I give an exasperated loud sigh.

“This is taking forever!”

I’ve been walking for what has have been around and hour.

I know it was close to that time as I’ve been narrating the dialogue from the beginning of the Radio Dramatization from BBC of The Chronicles of Narnia: The Horse and His Boy, the first half an hour at least pretty much being committed to memory with how many times I’d listened to it since late 2020.

Of course, why those memories are perfectly intact when the crucial memories are not?

…

Bah! Whatever. Must be part of whatever bullshit that broke my memories in the first place.

Still, along with that, I’ve been singing what songs I can remember, including almost the entire Getting Stronger album by Michele Creeber and Black Gryph0n (aka Gabriel Brown).

How, after finishing all that, am I still not out of the forest yet?

Suddenly, I smell the farm scent… closer.

At the same moment, I pick up the sounds of faint cries of fear and roaring, the latter much louder.

Turning, I follow my nose, the sounds growing louder and louder with each step.

Within a few minutes I break through a bunch of trees to find myself in a small clearing.

A little to my left, I spot a white unicorn filly with a curly light-purple and pink mane and tail. The lack of a multi coloured shield on her flank tells me she hasn’t gotten her Cutie Mark yet, so, whatever point in Equestria’s timeline I’m in, it’s before season five. Or, at least, before the end of season five.

She’s being held by a zebra, whom I immediately identify as Zecora, so we’re at least past the beginning of season one, for as much help as that is.

The two of them aren’t even looking at me despite my bursting through the trees like a maniac.

“Run away, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo!” the zebra cries out, reaching a hoof forward. “Run, before that Hydra eats you!”

Hydra?!

For reasons beyond whatever worrying thoughts connect to Zecora saying anything about a monster eating little fillies, I feel an unexplainable flicker of blind fury ignite within me.

Whirling in the direction the zebra was pointing, my face pulled back in a snarl, I see indeed an orange Pegasus with small wings and a purple mane and tail alongside a yellow Earth Pony with a red mane and tail, the former adorned by a bright pink bow.

The two are facing off against a large, orange scaled dragon-like creature with four heads.

Apple Bloom is standing over Scootaloo, the latter I notice with a gash on her back right leg, blood seeping slowly down her leg and staining the ground.

It isn’t hard to envision exactly what Zecora just called out for the two fillies to avoid, being devoured as a snack by this four-headed beast.

If I wasn’t already, for whatever reason, feeling rage pumping through me because Zecora said the word Hydra, that vision sure fucking got me angry.

Shrieking (partly in pain as my claws shoot out my knuckles again, because that shit fucking hurts), I rush forward, the filly and zebra just as startled as the Pegasus and Earth Pony as I move passed them, my target: the Hydra.

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A sudden loud shriek of rage caused Zecora and the terrified Sweetie Belle’s heads to whirl to their right, only to be met with the most bizarre sight Sweetie Belle had seen in her entire life.

And, living in Ponyville, that was not an easy list to top.

It was some strange biped with smooth black skin that parted near its chest area, a more greenish-grey bit of skin beneath it.

It took Sweetie Belle a second before she realized it wasn’t skin at all, it was clothes… though not like any she’d seen before.

It had a long brown mane reaching below her, Sweetie could tell it was a female, chest and what little of her skin the filly could see, it was tanned.

The creature’s eyes, narrowed and with a fierceness Sweetie only ever saw in predators, were green, a bit a darker shade than her own.

As the creature ran forward there was a flash of silver as two metal blades shot out from both her knuckles.

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo watched the creature, just as stunned as it went right passed them, heading straight for the Hydra.

Sweetie wanted to cry out, to tell… whatever that thing was, to run.

Nopony stood a chance in a one on one fight with a Hydra and, while definitely bigger than even Zecora, this creature was still small compared to the Hydra, she was still tiny compared to it.

This fact was clearly not lost on the Hydra either, as it watched the creature for several moments, each head a mask of confusion, before it seemed to decide it wanted to eat her anyway and all four heads moved down quickly, each intent of a tasty prize.

However, while the mid-right head was closest, as it moved to eat the creature, she thrust her right arm to her left.

To the shook of all four ponies, not only did the Hydra’s head recoil as blood spilled, the cut, while small, looked incredibly deep with how fast the flow was.

The other heads were thrown off by the other head yanking back, having taken control of the body.

Whether it was planned or not, the clawed biped creature took the opening.

“Cover your eyes and ears now!” Zecora yelled, her tone firm, but fearful. “And, until I say so, keep your heads down in a bow!”

The scared fillies didn’t question the command, closing their eyes and covering their ears as they lowered their heads.

Zecora was the only one who bore witness as the creature slashed through the Hydra, her claws passing through its hard, impenetrable scales like butter.

The hydra roared in pain as the creature slashed away at it, its eyes wide with a bloodlust the likes of which Zecora had rarely seen.

The Hydra kept trying to back away, managing to get out of the clearing, shielding whatever happened next from view, but Zecora could easily imagine as the sounds of slicing flesh and screams of rage filled the air.

After several minutes, there was a final roar from the Hydra, before all went silent.

The fillies cowered, heads down and eyes covered as ordered, their hooves lowering shortly after the final roar.

Zecora waited and, several moments later, the creature returned.

It was covered in many splatters of blood, the claws from its knuckles completely red.

She was breathing heavily, though Zecora could see a confused look of satisfaction on the creature’s face.

“You may look again, young ponies. The danger is gone, so be at ease.”

The fillies opened their eyes and looked to the creature, though they all whimpered at the sight of all the blood on her.

“Who-who…? What are you?” Scootaloo managed to stutter out.

The creature looked down at her claws, a scowl of disgust none of them understood passing over her face, before she looked to them, wincing as the claws retracted back into her knuckles.

“I guess… you could call me 23. I need to speak with someone important. Take me to your leader.”

Author's Note

Eeyup. A whole new fanfic.

Now, why would I start a new one when I only recently managed to get a long overdue update to an already published story?

Because the thought wouldn't leave my head, making it impossible to focus on updating anything.

That said, I won't be updating this one again for a while, as the whole point of getting this out there is so it would get out of my head so i could focus on the other stuff.

I'm going to try and update either at least one more Twilight's Twinlight chapter to finish the Dual Sunset Shimmers mini arc or something else.

i'd like to get back to A New Lunar Family, The Human Lifestyle... With Magic or In the Twilight Hour.

Granted, another I'd love to update is my MHA fic, but, with the revelations of the most recent Manga chapters regarding Deku and One For All, whether or not i'll even feel comfortable continuing that story will have to wait until MHA now ends, as my initial plan doesn't work anymore and, while it IS an AU fanfic, I wanna keep it in line with the MHA canon as possible.

Whether or not I'll be able to pull that off or end up cancelling the story, we'll have to wait and see.

And, yeah, I didn't have to, but I wanted to mention how much i love The Horse And His Boy, though moreover the BBC Radio 4 Dramatization specifically.

I genuinely can recite at least the first half hour almost word for word.

I've also learned what BBC wisely removed from their version compared to the original. Good lord, that racism alone was bad to the enth degree. Yikes!

So, what do you think of this story so far?

Our MC has found themself as X-23 in Equestria and now has to figure out what she's going to do.

Will she get help from those she just saved? Or are they now too pissing their metaphorical pants terrified of her because she just up and slaughtered a Hydra right in front of them?

Why is the MC giving in so easily to the murderous impulses and seeming rather unfazed for a normal person aware they just murdered another living creature?

That will be revealed as the story goes on.

it's not a lack of morality or anything like that. it's the genetics.

BTW, did you guys know X-23 in X-men Evolutions was voiced by Andrea Lidman?

Yeah. Pinkie Pie and Flutteshy voiced Wolverine's murderous, worse temper than her father's daughter.

Ain't that a WTF?

also, so no one corrects me on it in the future, the MC is unaware that X-23 doesn't have an Adamantium coated skeleton like Wolverine and just Adamantium coated claws.

That's gonna play a key role when she encounters a certain someone who's given Wolverine extreme difficulty whenever they fought.

And what did she mean when she felt like she's the WRONG X-23?

Anyhoo, i've been at this since 2:30pm and i'm hungry for dinner, so i'm gonna stop here.

Hope you enjoyed this start and, til next time, stay save, stay clean and goodnight, everybody