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- >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]
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