>Three thousand channels... Three thousand fucking channels and not a SINGLE thing on TV.
>You're lounging around, surfing channels trying to find something of interest, when you hear a knock at the door.
>Glancing at the clock, you see it's almost ten at night.
>Who the hell is at your door at this time of night?
>You get up, not really caring that you're in your underwear, and make your way to the door.
>Checking to make sure your old baseball bat is nearby, you hear another knock.
"I'm coming!"
>A hand ready to grab the bat, you open the door and see... nothing.
>No one's there.
>You only hear the roaring  torrent of rain.
>Not chancing anything, what with living in a bad place, you quickly close the door and lock it.
>Grumbling to yourself, you get back to the couch and sit back down.
>You go for the remote, only to find it's not where you left it.
>It's also not on the same channel, and there’s a wet spot in the spot next to you.
"What the..."
>You feel something that feels remarkably like a bite.
>Jerking your arm away, you feel like you're lifting sixty pounds or so.
>The pain of something biting on your arm is still there.
>Then you notice something.
>The air below your arm is distorting, like something's appearing.
>You can faintly make out a brownish color...
>Trying to remain calm, you shake your arm.
>The blob stays on your arm.
>Okay, don't panic. Just... let it form. Yeah. That's good idea...
>It's not long before the blob focuses, revealing a small, wet, equine-like creature in a lion suit that's latching on to your arm.
>For some reason, it has fairly sharp teeth.
>Its front legs are wrapped around your arm as it sort of hangs on you.
>Its eyes glance at your shocked and scared face.
>You make out what sounds like speech, but you can't understand it.
>With one violent motion, you send it flying across the room.
>You jump up from the couch and rush to your bat but, somehow, the equine cuts you off
>You stare at it, alerted.
>It rubs the back of its head.
>“What’s with that look? Heck, what was with that reaction?”
>You glare at, a slightly confused look on your face.
>A talking horse in a lion suit —presumably a female— is standing in front of you.
>”I get it! You’ve never seen anything like me before... that right?”
>You say nothing; keeping your eyes fixated on her.
>“Err, you okay?”
>You blink, shake your head a look at her again.
>Still there.
>You put a hand on your head and turn around.
>”Hey, where’re you going?
>You keep on walking, making your way to the bathroom.
>Walking inside, you turn on the faucet and splash some cold water on your face before examining your arm.
>There’s two small puncture marks on your arm, but it looks like they are almost fully healed.
>You look in the mirror and notice that the lion pony thing is standing by the door.
>”You’re not dreaming.”
“I can see that...”
>”Are you gonna be okay?”
“Probably...”
>You walk up to her and crouch down.
“So you’re real, huh?”
>You pinch her cheek, as if to confirm your suspicion.
>Her face, while being nice and fuzzy, appears to be slightly annoyed.
>She shakes her head, making you lose grip of her cheek, and tries to bite your hand.
>You pull away, letting out a small laugh.
>She starts to pout as you pat her head.
“Hey, cheer up. I’m just having a bit of fun after you scared me... Hey, how about you tell me your name? I’m Sam  Noouny. Nice to meet you.”
>You reach your right hand out.
>She puts her right front hoof in your outstretched hand.
>”They call me ‘Leo’ around here.”
>You shake her hoof.
“Nice meeting you, Leo... I think.”
>”Heh, sorry about your arm... It’s the only way I could make myself visible to you,” she said, glancing at your arm.
“And I’m sorry about throwing you across the room. Your head okay?”
>She smiles and puff out her chest. “It takes a lot more than that to hurt me!”
>You chuckle.
>She lets out a small yawn.
“You’re tired?”
>”Yeah, it takes a bit out of me to make others see me...”
>You stand up.
“Well, I’ll show you out.”
>She looks at you a small frown on her face.
>”I was hoping, well..”
“...You don’t have a place to stay, do you?”
>She shakes her head.
>You sigh, looking out the window in the bathroom.
>It’s still raining.
“Fine, let’s dry you up, then get a blanket for you.
>She seems absolutely giddy with excitement, but then she disappears.
>Her suit is right in front of you, but Leo isn’t in it.
>Your brain is trying to process what’s happening when you feel something poke you in your leg.
>”You okay, Sam?”
>You look to the voice and see Leo.
>Her entire body is an aquamarine color and her hair has about two shades of gray in it, with layers in the back.
“How did you...”
>She smiles sheepishly.
>”I might have left out the small detail of being a demi god...”
“Well, with what has happened so far, I wouldn’t doubt that... Mind answering one thing?”
>“Sure! There’s your answer.”
“Oh, ha-ha. Very funny. How about this. Tell me why you need a place to stay if you’re a demi-god.”
>”Because you’re too cute to not stay with?”
>You were just called “cute” by a talking horse demigod.
>Your poker face is that of a world champion of poker.
“I think you have other reasons, but I’m going to take that compliment and leave that alone.”
>She beams at you, her silly grin being contagious.
>The rest of the night is cut down after you dry her off and place her suit in the dryer.
>You got a spare blanket and pillow out and placed it on the couch.
>You let her get settled in her makeshift bed before you retire to your own room.
>It’s not long before you fall asleep.