The Mighty Lion Chapter One

>They call you Anonymous. Reason for this, is due to your amnesia.
>When you arrived here, you knew nothing of yourself, except your birth year, and species.
>The ponies were slightly nervous of you for the first few days, mostly because you're a new member of their close nit town.
>But on the third day, a pony by the name of Pinkie Pie threw a party for you.
>Most of the town attended and got the chance to meet you.
>You had an awkward time talking to them, mostly because they all asked about you.
>One of the stallions called you "Anonymous" because of the way you were dodging some questions.
>At the end of the party, you were asked to tell people your name, so you adopted the alias.
>You also told them of your predicament, and why you were dodging questions.
>The reason you didn't just tell them when they asked is mainly because it would get redundant repeating yourself.
>It's been a few years since then, and you fondly recall that day nearly everyday.
>It's one of your prized memories; another is the time you and Dash got black out drunk, and woke up in the same bed.
>To this day, neither of you know if you slept together, even though Dash doesn't swing that way.
>You let out a small chuckle as you walk down the Ponyville market street.
>It's late, so everyone has closed shop.
>You're on your way home from your session with Twilight.
>It's a monthly thing where she probes your mind to try and help you regain any memories of your past.
>So far, she was able to dig up your exact birth date, how you answered your phone, and that you had a dog.
>Nothing really useful, but you still go. She's a joy to talk with, and you have hope that it might dig up your name.
>Lost in thought, you fail to notice a figure stalking you from the shadows.
>You hear something running up behind you, and then hear someone shout, "GWAR!"
>Next thing you know, you fall over, hit your head, and pass out.

Leo PoV
>You got to Ponyville a few hours ago, just as the sun was setting.
>It was a long walk from Manehatten, but it looks like it was worth it.
>You found prey that was just irresistible. He gave you a feeling you haven't felt in millennia, ever since you met a certain stallion.
>He was currently walking down the dark street, unaware that the most vicious of predators was currently stalking him, making him her prey.
>Unable to contain yourself any longer, you pounce, roaring like the beast you are, and hit his leg.
>The force of the contact made him fall down.
>You hear a dull thud sound, but pay no attention to it as you playfully nip at his leg.
>You hope he's respective of your feelings; you've been without a mate for way too long.

Anonymous PoV
>You wake up in a small dried pool of blood.
>You shakily sit up, and rub your head. Your vision is slightly blurry.
>You feel a cut on your forehead, probably from when you hit your head.
>It feels like you have a minor concussion.
>You stay on the ground for a few minutes, waiting for your vision to return.
>You look up, and see it's almost 4AM; you left Twilight's at 11.
>Cursing under your breath, you get up.
>You're not one for vengeance, so you try to remove what happened from your mind.
>You notice a wet spot on your leg as you stood.
>Upon further inspection, you find a few holes in your jeans.
>You make note to visit Rarity to get them mended, hoping she wont freak out about this.
>Slowly, you walk back to your house, and plop into bed, and drift off to sleep.

>The next few weeks dragged on longer than needed.
>Every other day you would have a repeat of that event.
>One time, you managed to catch a glimpse of the pony that was doing this.
>It looked like a mint colored mare in a lion suit. You have a furry pony that keeps on assaulting you.
>Now, normally, you'd be mad after the third time... but the thing is the blunt force trauma is actually jump starting your memory.
>You have recalled many things, albeit, mostly useless... such as the song "In the Jungle".
>It's more progress you have had with Twilight in a long time, but the side effects...
>Well, let’s just say you don't want to recall anything anymore.
>Your head is full of marks, almost all of your pants are ruined, and one time there was a sticky residue left on your leg.
>As far as jokes go, this one had no punch line, and was more cruel than funny.
>So this time, you decided to lay a tarp for the pony.
>You're walking down one of the less used streets of Ponyville, when you hear a can fall over.
>Resisting the urge to turn, and continue on your walk.
>Near the end of the alley you hear the tell tale sound of the stalker.
>"GWAR!"
>You quickly turn, and crouch, catching the pony.
>She bites down on your shoulder, not as if she was attacking, but... playfully.
>You can make out the sounds of "om nom nom" as she "chews" on your shirt.
>Even though she's the one responsible for the pain you've been having, you can't help but find this cute.
>It looks like she never meant any real harm...
>You put your hand on her head, and ruffle the mane of her costume.
>She stops chewing, and looks at you. "You finally respond!" she happily proclaims, throwing her hooves into the air.
>Her voice sounds a bit like RD's but slightly scratchier.
>You raise an eye brow at her reaction.
"How would I respond when you knock me out each time you do that?"
>"W-wha? I... I did that? I'm sorry! I... I didn't mean to!"
>She appears to be flustered, her face slightly reddening.
"It's fine. Would you mind telling me why you keep in doing that, though?"
>"It's how I court others!" she said, head held high.
>She seems proud of herself, like she's happy with how she's treating this situation.
"So, let me get this straight," you say, sitting down in the alley. "You were doing that... because you like me?"
>She nods her head. "It's kinda rare for me to have this sort of feeling for anypony"
>She rubs her head against the side of your head, and bits back on your shoulder, resuming her "om nom nom" sounds.
>You pry her off your shoulder, and lift her so she's eye level with you.
"And why me? There are plenty of stallions out there."
>"Well... that's the thing... there really isn't that many stallions out that that can interact with me..."
>Her gaze turns to the ground to your right, eyes sullen.
>She perks up at something.
>You turn and see a mouse running along the road, getting at a can.
>The weight that is the pony in your arms seems to disappear as you hands phase threw Leo.
>She falls to the ground and rushes over to the Mouse, cutting off its escape.
>She paws... or hoofs at it like a cat, trapping it in.
"How did you do that?"
>You ask, dumbfounded at her display. She doesn't appear to be a unicorn....
>"I'm a zodiac pony." she dully replies, mesmerized by the mouse.
"...what?"
>She breaks away from the can, and sets her eyes upon you.
>She walks up to you, and sticks out her hoof. "Hiya, I'm Leo! The Zodiac Lion!"
>You don't go to meet her hand, no, you just stare at her.
>She has to be joking, she's a zodiac animal?
>You look into her eyes, and try to see if she's joking, only to be absorbed by the golden globes.
>Sighing, you stick your hand out and clasp it around her hoof shaking it.
"They call me Anonymous."
>She looks at you quizzingly.
>"But that's not your name..." she says softly.
"You say something?"
>She shakes her head, "No, nothing!"
>You let out a small laugh. "You're a strange pony..."
>She scowls. "I'm a lion, not a pony!"
>As if trying to prove she gears up to give off what you think to be a "gwar"
>What comes next was something you were not expecting, it was a REAL lions roar, loud, and as terrifying as you remember.
>You scramble backwards, trying to get away from the crazy lion pony thing.
>She gives off a tooth smile, revealing a single canine.
>How you never felt that when she was biting you, you don't know.
"The fuck was that!?"
>"I told you I was a lion!" she says pouncing into your lap.
>She curls up unto a ball, lays down, and bites your thigh.
>Again, you don't feel the canine.
>You're a little shaken up by what happened, but manage to regain yourself.
>What is WITH this pony? Is she really what she says she is? There's no other explanation for that roar...
>You look down at the pony that's happily nomming on your thigh, she looks so happy.
>She suddenly stops chewing on your thigh, and looks at you. "Hehehe, getting a little receptive of my advances now, aren't you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
>She gets up, and drapes her front hooves around your neck. "It means I can have a little fun."
>Your pants feel tight, as you finally notice the erection that grew.
>She starts to lower her plot on to your crotch, but you grab her, and lift her away.
"I think you're getting ahead of yourself."
>She pouts, and phases through your hands. "Why do you say that?"
"I just met you, you have been assaulting me for a few weeks... but..."
>She perks up. "but...?"
>You sigh, and hope you don't regret what you're about to say.
 "But I do find you cute, and albeit, slightly interesting."
>She beams at you, face still slightly red.
"So this is what I'm going to do. Why don't I walk you back to where ever you're staying, then tomorrow, have dinner with you. That sound good?"
>She nods, and then speaks. "Only one problem with that plan, Anon. I don't have a place down here. I just hoof it outside."
>You raise an eyebrow.
"Can't you go back to the stars, or where ever you're from?"
>"Well, I could... But I don't like it there. It's so boring!"
>You rub your chin, trying to think of a compromise.
>"Hey, I have an idea!" she says, hopping from side to side.
"What's that?"
>"I can spend the night at your place!"
"Hahaha, no. I think you might try to do something to me while I sleep."
>She slips, and falls while hopping. "I'm not the type of lion!" she says, getting up to her side. "I wouldn't dare to try that type of stuff!"
>Her reaction seems genuine, as she stands back up.
>Still rubbing your chin, you speak. "Well.... I suppose I can put you in the guest room..."
>Her eyes widen, and she jumps on to your mid section, after shouting "GWAR!"
>She starts to nibble on your side.
>You feel something nick your skin.
"Ow! Hey, be careful!"
>She pulls away, and you see the canines again. One has a little blood on it.
>"Sorry... It's just my way of marking my mate...."
"Hey, I haven't said that I'd be your... 'mate' yet."
>"Sorry, I got ahead of myself..."
>You sigh, and pat her head.
"It's fine... Let’s get going."
>You stand up, and turn to walk home when she stops you.
>"Carry me."
"W...what?"
>"Carry me, please?" she says, giving you the most adorable look she can.
"...fine..."
>"Yes!" she proudly exclaims, before jumping up on to you.
>She manages to position herself on the back of you head.
>She rests her head on you, and you can feel a small vibration.
>It sounds like she's purring...
>You can also feel...
>Oh god, what is that?
>The back of your neck is a little damn now, and her crotch is VERY warm.
>D-did she... when you... oh god....
"Okay, no! Get down!"
>The damp feeling increases a little, as she clings onto you. "No!"
>What did you agree to?
>You decided to try and ignore it, and walk home.
>The walk home was less than savory. Every few steps you took, Leo let out a small moan and the back of your neck got more damp.
>By the time you got in the door, your shirt was dripping wet, and Leo was fast asleep.
>You walk into the guest room, and set her down on the bed.
>Closing the door, you take off your shirt, throw it in the laundry bin, and make haste to the shower.
>Turning it on, you think about the events that transpired this night.
>The pony that was responsible for all of the attacks on you, never really meant it.
>She was just showing her affection... in her own, weird way.
>The Zodiac part is STILL slightly hard to believe, but after that roar she did, it was easier to see.
>The song "In the Jungle" starts to play.
>You chuckle to yourself, as you compare the guest room to the Jungle.
>You finish in the shower, dry off.
>Walking though the hall, you stop at Leos room.
>You open the door, and see her sound asleep.
>Her tail swishes from side to side, and she rolls over.
>You smile and close the door.
>Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day, you think to your self, as you get into your bed.