Even though it was just a dream, Doug was still turned on from the dream of Dylas he had just had. All throughout the day Doug tried to stay away from Dylas as far as possible. He didn't know what was going on with him. Just a week ago he was always yelling at Dylas and truly thought he was just a dumb horse, but now, he had no idea. He was even beginning to question his own manhood, I mean, what kin of guy got turned on by another? He sure didn't know any. Unfortunately though, Dylas seemed to want to rely on him more than ever.

After being bedridden for an entire week, he just couldn't do anything as easily anymore. He got tired in his trips to the bathroom downstairs, and even had to grab on to Doug with both hands for support on his way down. He seems to take a liking to being spoonfed, and often struck up conversations with Doug and even once got him to read out loud to him. The damn cripple could barely do anything by himself! And of course the closer Doug was forced to get to Dylas to care for him, the more often he remembered the dream he had and his experience in the bath. This wasn't how it was supposed to be!

Doug roughly moved his chair back as he had finished feeding Doug some milk pudding. "Is something wrong?" Dylas asked. Doug refused to reply. There was no way he could risk getting anymore attached to the horse; it was bad enough already. Dylas only used this silence to think up a new plan though. "We should go out somewhere today."

Doug panicked, after hearing the phrase 'go out' from Dylas, and his thoughts twisting it into him asking him on a date, there was no way he was going to go near him anytime soon. "Perhaps if we go down to the lake I can do some fishing. I mean, you don't really have to see to fish, you just have to know when to pull up." Doug sat back up in his chair, if he had known all he meant was to get out of the room to get fresh air from outside, he never would have overreacted.

This break would be a nice way for him to relax and not brood over these thoughts so he quickly replied, "Alright let's go." They exited the bedroom and went down the stairs, Dylas holding on to Doug with both arms. This act was so common to Doug, that when they finally pushed open the door to the outside of the restaurant, he failed to notice that Dylas was still hanging on his arm. They walked through the town down to the lake on the outer edge of the town, oddly enough everyone was busy and paid little to no attention to the pair walking down the streets together.

The air was cool, the autumn breeze blowing through the air, more than likely they would be alone at the lake as it wasn't suitable for swimming in this season, and it was a weekday when everyone was working. When they arrived at the sandy lot, Doug pulled out two fishing poles; one for himself, and one for Dylas. They sat near each other and swung their poles so that the bobbers landed a ways off from the beach.

Hopefully it wouldn't be too eventful and Doug would have a chance to nap under the bright sun. Sure enough, nothing was biting, but Dylas still seemed to be enjoying himself. Being out of that bed, even to just lounge around at the beach, made him happy. Much of the afternoon went on, no fish were biting, but it was nice for them both to get some time too relax and forget about their worries. Doug was just about to nod off when he was suddenly startled awake by Dylas leaning against the bending weight of his rod.

Just the dumb horse's luck, be he had seems to catch the only fish in the lake. Doug quickly grabbed onto the pull to help Dylas pull the fish out, seeing as he wasn't as strong after being in bed for a week, and they both pulled with all their might. This fish must have been a large one. Even with Doug, who was used to carrying heavy loads of shipments for the shop, neither of them were able to pull it out with ease. They continued their struggle trying to land the fish, but after several minutes, they still hadn't succeeded to pull it out.

Doug seeing Dylas begin to get tired though figured this was their last chance. Either he would give the pole one last hard tug, or they would see the fish go. So quickly deciding, Doug leaned back and gave a powerful pull to the rod for the last time, so hard, that the pole itself broke. The pair fell to the ground, Doug on top of Dylas crushing the air out of the horse. The fish had gotten away.

Dylas layed right beneath Doug never trying to get him off, instead, to Doug's disbelief, Dylas' lips rose to meet into contact with his own. Doug held the kiss there, but suddenly flew back to reality. What was he doing? He couldn't be doing this, it was completely wrong. He immediately pushed Dylas away and jumped back from the one who had just kissed him. He looked on for a moment, but turned around and ran back into the town leaving Dylas to lie on the ground. Without thinking Doug quickly burst into the restaurant and up to Dylas' room panicking as if he had nearly died.

That fucking horse had just kissed him! He always thought his first kiss would be from like Frey or one of the other girls in town, but Dylas! He slipped into Dylas' bed as tears began to stream from his eyes. He was just so confused, nothing made sense anymore. He rolled on the bed trying to think things out, but the more he thought about it, the more distressed he became. Did he enjoy the kiss? Did he like Dylas? Was he gay?

The questions completely flooded his head and eventually he shouted out in frustration. What was he supposed to do? Absolutely nothing made sense! The tears came back, this time worse. The only thing he felt he could do was focus on his tears and hopefully the thought would stop forming in his head. He laid his head on the pillow and eventually fell asleep.