Blue Robin 4

>Three taps on his door
>No turning back
>No giving up
>You need to do this
>You have your reasons, and this isn't just an order
>...
>You hear steps approach from behind the door
>And the proverbial butterflies flutter in your tummy
>How do you even ask a question like this?
>'Oh excuse me Anon, mind if I make a glass dildo replica of your penis real quick?'
>You shudder
>You doubt you can even stomach saying some of those words out loud
>The heat under your cheeks tells you're already twisted up
>You gulp as the door opens
>But...
>It's not Anon that opens it
>That's... 'Virgin,' you think his name was
>He seems a bit shocked to see you for some reason
>Is there something on your face?
>Golly, you sincerely hope not
>"Who's at the door, man?"
>Soon, Anon is standing behind Virgin
>"Oh it's Robin. Damn it's cold out today, come on in."

>You are Robin and right now, you're sitting across from Virgin in Anon's living room
>Your nerves are through the roof by this point
>All in anticipation of the impending conversation
>Virgin hasn't even said hello since you showed up
>Though he does seem kind of... down
>Poor colt
>You wonder why Ms. Corral and Ms. Caramel defended you against him at the club
>He seems quiet and nice to you
>Maybe a little eager, but not a bad stallion at heart
>At least, that's what you think
>Anon enters the living room from the kitchen with two cups
>Two cups that smell very familiar
>He sets one down in front of you
>"Here you go. Careful, shit's hot man."
"T-thank you Mr. Anonymous."
>You pick up the cup and take a small sip
>Oh yeah, you know this flavor well
>It's only the only thing you ever order after work
>The familiarity of the coffee calms your nerves quite a bit
>...until you remember why you're here

>"You can call me 'Anon' if ya want. Everyone 'round here does. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
>Here it comes
>Though you really feel like this is something that should be between you, Anon, and Caramel
"A-actually, Mr. Ano, er, Anon, would it be okay if we talked in p-private?"
>"Uh, sure."
>Anon looks over at Virgin
>"Wanna head upstairs real quick while we have a little chat?"
>"I guess so. Let me know when you're done."
>Oh he definitely doesn't sound to happy
>Not angry or upset
>Just... sad
>Nothing like how he was at that club
>You wonder what happened
>Once Virgin is gone, Anon speaks up
>"So, what's the problem? Still embarrassed about what happened at the club? If that's the case, I wouldn't worry too much abo-"
"Nononono! I-it's not about that.. but it's not much better."
>"Well, just relax man. You have no idea what kind of shit I've been through with Caramel and Goldie around, so hit me with your best shot."
"I... it's about my work and a request I received from Ms. Caramel yesterday."
>Anon rubs his chin in thought
>"You run that new glass-makin' shop down the street from that little cafe, don't ya?"
>You nod
>"Well, considering you make a lot of stuff and it's Caramel we're talkin' about, I'm guessing she ordered somethin' raunchy."
>You... what
>He must really know Ms. Caramel
>"I'm gonna guess she wants a dildo or somethin'."
>He must REALLY know Ms. Caramel
>You are shocked at how quickly Anon is figuring this out
>"Knowing her, she'd want to screw with you after that club incident. And since I kinda did that on accident, I'm gonna say she wants you to make a dildo replica of my dick. Right?"
>Your mind goes completely blank for a second
>He... he figured it all out in twenty seconds
>W-what is he?
>"Judging by the look on your face, I'm gonna assume I'm right."

>You can't say a thing
>Not a single word
>There are no words for this
>"Well that's not so bad. I thought this was gonna be a repeat of the 'honey incident' or something."
>Not so bad?
>You stressed for an entire day over this
>Had trouble falling asleep
>What little sleep you did have was nightmares
>And it's 'not so bad?'
>You live in dark times
>"Well, if I talk to Caramel about this, I'm sure we can work out-"
"You can't!"
>Anon freezes at just looks at you
>"I can't? Is there a catch? Damn that Caramel, she can get real crafty."
"N-no, there's no catch. But this order - all of my orders - they're not just jobs. They're commitments."
>"So you want to go through with this, even if it's just some cruel jokes on our behalf?"
"Even so, Mr. Anonymous. This is something I have to do."
>Wow, what just came over you?
>You've never talked to anyone like that since...
>Well, in a long time
>It... scares you
>It brings back bad memories
>"Welp, if you wanna do it so badly then it's fine by me. I can head over to your shop tomorrow at around noon. Sound good?"
>Well that turned around fast
>Again finding yourself at a loss for words, you simply nod in response
>You haven't lived in this town for half a month and already...
>Oh when will this nightmare end?

>You are Virgo
>What's going on with you?
>A cute mare was so close by, but you didn't feel like yourself
>What's weirder is that you felt fine all day up until you saw Robin at the door
>Now you feel like a tangled up spring
>So much tension, but nowhere to let it go
>And what's up with Robin showing up here in the first place?
>Is she and Anon hooking up now?
>Wait
>Why do you care about that so much?
>Sure, you've never been the best with mares
>But you've always just kinda... moved on
>So what's different about this new mare?
>You don't even know her
>Or is she not the problem?
>Are all your years of failures be finally weighing down on you?
>You know it sounds crazy, but will you die alone?
>With a track record like yours, could you be realizing that that might be your fate?
>Maybe... maybe you should just stop trying
>Hell, Robin already chose someone else over you
>Just like that too
>But what are you doing wrong?
>You look out one of Anon's windows to the street below
>Various couples and families trot by happily
>You can't help but wonder 'How do I get from me to... them?'

>You hear Anon's front door open then close again
>You see Robin promptly leaving
>"Yo! Get your ass down here!"
>Oh there's an idea
>Why don't you just ask Anon?
>He always has some kind of answer for anything
>He's helped you countless times before too
>And with no strings attached, save for giving you shit all the time
>But he's a good friend, you think
>He keeps you out of trouble
>You trot back downstairs and think
>Of what to say
>Where to start
>How to word everything
>How you can't pin this feeling you have
>This feeling of realizing that maybe you aren't all you thought you were
>That you could be some below-average stallion no mare wants
>Doomed to the friendzone for the rest of your life
>The very thought terrifies you
>You get back down to Anon's living room
>"Took you long enough. What, were you building the damn stairs to get down or somethin'?"
>You smirk and take a deep breath
"Hey Anon, we need to talk."
>Anon cocks an eyebrow at you
"It's serious."

[End chapter 4]