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"Hmmm......"

With a moist sound, you feel your fingers being held in the mouth by the mint-colored creature. You can feel the soft little tongue gently curling your fingers, although it doesn't feel annoying, but it feels a little hairy.

When you look down at her golden eyes, she mischievously bites your finger with her teeth, and then swallows your finger even harder.

"Wait......"

She doesn't stop no matter what you say, but instead pushes you down on the bed with her minty hooves against your chest, her little mouth sucking loudly, silver saliva running down her mouth and dripping onto your sheets.

I said...... That's enough! ”

You scream, pulling your fingers out, pushing her hooves away, frowning and pulling out the tissue next to the bed to wipe the translucent liquid on it.

And that green E.T has a pitiful expression, looks at you with big watery eyes, and says in a girl's sweet voice, "I still want ......"

But you're immune to this pitiful look. You wipe the saliva from her mouth and teach her a lesson:

"It's useless to pretend to be cute, wipe it quickly and make me clean, I only have this one sheet!"

"Cut." After putting away the pitiful expression, the girl's soft voice immediately became dry, "Do you know how to play the guitar? Can you be careful, your fingers are calloused. ”

"You don't care!" You wipe the sheets and talk back. For the 101st time, I was thinking about how much money I could make if I sold this E.T with a strange habit to a research institute.

To be honest, you don't know much about this guy, except that the green E.T who lives with you is called 'Lyra'. And what makes you hate it is that this E.T is different from you, who have been learning guitar for most of your life, and she can play any string with her hooves. And what makes you most angry is that she is completely dismissive of her talent.

"40 square meters, one bedroom, water and electricity are taken care of, and the monthly rent is only 500!"

Looking at this advertisement, you didn't hesitate to rent it, the former owner of this house was quite well decorated, the furniture was very new, and the huge dressing mirror in the living room looked very valuable. But with such a cheap rent in a beautifully decorated house, you can't believe you're so lucky. As a young man chasing his dream of being a singer, renting such a nice place near the small bar where he works as soon as you come to the city is a pie-in-the-sky luck for you.

It would be nice if a lovely young girl came home and prepared a meal for you—sometimes you secretly thought so.

But anyway, now you have a place to shelter from the wind and rain on this cold winter night. Especially after a long day's work, it's great to be able to have a large double bed to yourself after a shower.

If there is any complaint, it is that in the dead of night, a strange clicking sound can always be heard in the house. Past visitors have said that the place is haunted, and they have heard of people feeling bitten by ghosts in their dreams. But you think it's all nonsense, but thanks to this nonsense, you can live in such a cheap room.

Today, as usual, after a night of performances at the bar, you dragged your tired body back to your cabin with your beloved guitar on your back. Although the nights in the big city are very cold, you feel lucky to have a warm place to shelter from the elements. After a comfortable hot shower, you change into your pajamas and lie down in a blanket, and you have to go to work at McDonald's early tomorrow morning, so you go to bed early.

But apparently you can't sleep well in a new place, and your nightmares are one after another, from singing and being smashed in the face of others to being licked by countless dogs, and finally to working part-time french fries and accidentally putting your hand into the oil pan. When you wake up, you still feel like your palms are sweaty.

No...... Definitely not sweat, because your whole hand is wet and it's covered in weird liquid that's disgusting and sticky. Could this be the legendary ghost biter? Just when you thought so and got up in a daze, grabbed a tissue and wiped your hands, you met a pair of big yellow eyes in the dark.

As the saying goes, if you walk more at night, you will definitely encounter ghosts, although you have walked a lot at night, but you have not encountered ghosts on the night road, but you have seen ghosts at the head of your bed!

"Huh!!" The ghost made a very girlish cry, and it must have been the legendary female goblin.

Whether the female ghost was a vampire or something, you picked up the silver fork next to the bed and poked it between her eyes.

"Wow, what did you put on my horns!" The female ghost exclaimed.

Since it has horns, it's a succubus?

You think about things that don't fit in with you, and then turn on the lights to see what happens.

You see a mint-colored creature that looks like a horned pony running towards the big full-length mirror in your room.

"Wait a ......"

You jumped out of bed to stop her madness, but you were too slow, and she slammed into the mirror, shattering the precious-looking mirror in two. You hugged her before the top half of the mirror hit her head, and then the mirror smashed in a position where she was spinning in place a second before — you just hope the landlord doesn't kick you out of the house because of that.

"Are you crazy!" You look down and yell at the unidentified creature in your arms, but what you see is the thing wrapping its hooves around your neck, sniffing at your neck with its eyes closed.

"Wow—the smell of humanity," she whispered, with a look of fascination.

It's just terrible!

"Give-me-down-come--!"

You grab the mint-flavored 'facehug' and drag her off of you, then throw her on the bed, and just as you pull out your phone and consider whether to call 999 or 666 if you are attacked by the alien, she speaks, and in a more sane voice.

"I'm really sorry!"

She lay on the bed and buried her head between her hooves and said loudly.

"Although we earthlings are friendly and kind, no matter what the culture of your planet is, if you have any physical contact with me, I will blow your head with country music, you know?"

You take out your guitar and threaten her loudly.

"I'm not a Martian horse, and ......" The creature sat up, and you could see her appearance, although she looked a bit like the pony you were familiar with, but as far as you know, Marco didn't have that minty mane, and the big head looked cuter. And between the manes on the top of the head there is a sharp horn of the same color as the mane, and on it hangs your silver fork. She had eyes several times the size of a normal human, and she was looking at the fork comically.

"What's this?" She said, tearing the fork off with her own hooves. Although it looks like a horse, the creature's front hooves appear to be as agile as a human's forearms.

"What are you to me?"

"E.T" You continue your search for an alien attack emergency contact number with an unhappy face.

"Don't look at your phone when talking to others, how did your mother educate you?" The alien horse, who was kneeling on the ground to apologize just now, now raises his eyebrows and glares at you with an unhappy face.

"Cell phone?"

"Okay, cell phone!"

It seems that she still has some understanding of your human affairs, and seems to be an alien horse that has been lurking for a long time.

"It was the broken fork you put on me that caused my magic to fail, so I broke the portal! You idiot! ”

"An alien creature that crashes into a mirror like a crazy kitten is embarrassed to call others stupid?" If you don't think about it, you just talk back.

"Why aren't you stupid, you can go out of tune when you play a guitar, and you can't tune your guitar, aren't you stupid?"

"It's none of your business, and your fingerless hooves still know how to play the guitar?"

The mare wipes her mane with her hooves and gives you a contemptuous look, and then your guitar suddenly glows golden and floats in front of her, and then floats out crisp and pleasant chords, not at all like the sound of your cheap guitar that is not tuned in tune.

"How did you do that?"

"Hmph...... Unicorn...... Magic. ”

You feel like your jaw is almost hitting the floor.

Then she plucked the strings with her hooves, played the first two bars of Barrios's Cathedral with an understated expression, and then snorted and said, "Even if we don't use magic, we can play it!" ”

You now feel the urge to bow down right now, but for the sake of human dignity, you hold back.

"Hmph...... ...... "The filly looks at your expression thoughtfully, and then says. "In this way, I'll teach you to play the piano and cook for you, and you let me live here first, and finish my human research while repairing the portal again?"

"Deal!" You grab her hooves without thinking. But you didn't expect that these two words and the devil's contract that you will regret for the rest of your life.

Author's Note

To be continued......