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Come Again, Chapter 4 - Definitions

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>Another day, another dollar.
>You leaf through an issue of Hooves Illustrated, reading up on the hockey season preview.
>Holy crap, it’s been a slow day.
>Most p0nies are ushering in winter, spreading snow, putting critters to bed to hibernate.
>Apparently, the laws of nature you grew up with have taken an extended vacation to Mars around here.
>Even the video store is closed, though you highly doubt Thunderlane is out actually helping everyp0ny else.
>You, however, have one important duty on Farewell Fall day.
>Running the store and making sure there is plenty of hot coffee come lunchtime, when plenty of cold p0nies will be looking for a warm pick-me-up.
>The guy rustling around in the back near the coffee machines has pretty much been your only customer all day.
>Your gaze floats between the magazine and the newsboy cap on the stallion’s auburn-maned head.
>He’s been back there with the coffee for thirty minutes…
“Hey, you need help with the coffee back there, bub?”
>”I don’t know, you need help mindin’ your own feckin’ business?”
>You roll your eyes and go back to your magazine.
>You bet the Trottingham Avalanche are gonna take the Cup this year…
>”Oi, lad, if you’re done fuckin’ the stallions with your eyes, I’d like to pay for my purchase.”
>You close your magazine and look up at the stallion.
>Burly looking dude, looks like he’s been in his fair share of fights.
>Just get him cashed out so he can go away…
“Four bits. Will that be all?”
>”Unless you started selling coffee that doesn’t taste like shit, yeah.”
>The stallion tosses four bits on the counter.
>Rude sonofabitch. If you hate the coffee so much, why did you spend so long…
“Thank you, come again.”
>You toss the bits in the register as the earth p0ny takes the cup in his mouth, brushing by Thunderlane as he comes in through the front door.
>The pegasus stops to watch the guy leave before walking up to you.
>You already have your magazine back out.
>”What was up with that guy?”
“Some asshole. Took a half hour to buy one cup of coffee.”
>”I’ll bet you five bits he’s a sipper.”
>You take a moment to consider it before you sigh and check the coffee levels in the machine.
“Wait, wha…fucking HELL. It’s almost completely empty! No wonder he took so long, he was drinking from it until he got it just right!”
>You groan and start brewing a fresh batch.
>No way it’s going to be done before the rush hits though…
>Thunderlane leans on the counter as you work, spreading out a copy of Playmare on top of your magazine, chuckling.
>”You let a sipper get through?”
“Shut up Thunder, the guy was a jackass anyway.”
>”I’m sure.”
>You pause and look up at Thunderlane.
“…What’s that supposed to mean?”
>”It means you’re a pushover man. A complete wuss.”
“I am not…”
>”Come on. Weren’t you telling me just yesterday about that first mare you dated…what’s her name…”
“Allie Way…and that doesn’t count.”
>”It totally counts. You said yourself she left you for that one stallion at the bowling alley because you weren’t as assertive with your feelings.”
“That was years ago, and it doesn’t count. I’ve changed since then.”
>”Uh-huh, suuuure.”
“What are you doing here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be helping bring in winter or something?”
>”I am helping.”
“How? Hanging out in the store and reading dirty magazines doesn’t sound like helping.”
>”I’m helping by drawing attention to the ultimate futility of the entire town working together to usher in winter.”
“So you’re hiding in here because you believe everyone helping each other is wrong.”
>”Yup.”
“You’re such a self-centered asshole, you know that?”
>”I won’t deny it, but this is a special situation. Given enough time, winter would come of its own accord. It doesn’t need our help.”
“It’s tradition.”
>”It’s asinine. We’re all roped into doing a useless job that often goes against our cutie marks.”
“Since when do you care about that? Your cutie mark has nothing to do with working at a video store. Take the sipper, his was a four-leaf clover. I bet that has nothing to do with his job.”
>”Now look who’s disparaging tradition. You’re lucky that humans don’t have cutie marks. Society doesn’t try to pack you into a box. That’s what Twilight’s for.”
“Hey…”
>”You know, I bet I know what your cutie mark would be.”
>You walk back to the counter, fishing your magazine out from under Thunder’s.
“Oh yeah?”
>”It’d be a giant marehood.”
“…why?”
>Thunder chuckles. “Because you’re the biggest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“…if you’re going to hang out here, at least go over to the video store and grab a movie for us to watch.”
>The pegasus snorts. “Alright. Got a preference?”
“Got any good martial arts movies?”
>”Gay porn, got it.”
>You sigh as Thunderlane heads over to the video store through the back room.
>Sliding the Playmare under the counter, you go back to waiting in silence, not even looking up as the bell dings on the door.
>TWI: “Hey Anon. Glad to see you working so hard.”
>You lean over and kiss your marefriend as she trots in, setting a box on the counter.
“Easy for you to say. You just tell other p0nies what to do. Some asshole came in and drank most of the coffee before buying one, so I have to brew a fresh batch that won’t be done before the lunch rush.”
>”That asshole! How much did he drink?”
“Almost all of it.”
>”Great, now we’re gonna have a bunch of cold p0nies waiting for coffee. Why didn’t you just kick him out?”
“Give me a break, Twi. I didn’t find out until after he left.”
>”Man, what a dick…but nevermind. I brought you lunch.”
>A smile crosses your face as you start unwrapping the bundle as Twilight crosses around the counter, nuzzling up to you.
“Is it lasagna?”
>”Sorry, no. Didn’t have that much time. Will a sandwich still count?”
“Works for me.”
>The unicorn smiles as the two of you disappear under the counter, sitting on the floor.
>The two of you share a kiss before you start eating, Twilight nestling into the crook of your arm to relax.
>”…so, where’s Thunderlane?”
“What do you mean?”
>”Don’t play dumb with me, Anon. Where is he?”
“Next door, picking out a movie. He’s been over there awhile…”
>”Figures. Should have known he wouldn’t show up with everyp0ny else.”
“He’s protesting the futility of it.”
>”Whatever. At least you do your role.”
“I thought you hated me working here.”
>”Well, for one day, it’s an important job, so I’m okay with it.”
>You give a small chuckle as you take another bite.
>You finish your sandwich, enjoying the peace and quiet for a bit of post-lunch cuddling.
>Man, Thunderlane is taking forever to pick a movie…
>”…you know what? The asshole from before, what did he look like?”
“Huh? You mean the sipper?”
>”Yeah. If he’s out working after lunch, I’m going to get him good for being such a prick. What did he look like?”
“I dunno…brown coat, auburn mane. Had a four-leaf clover cutie mark and wore a newsboy hat, I think.”
>Twilight blinks up at you in surprise.
>”Oh, I know that guy. That’s Snowball.”
>You blink and laugh a little.
“Snowball? That’s a funny name. You know him?”
>Twilight shifts a little uncomfortably.
>”It’s just a nickname, but yeah, I know him.”
“Huh. I wonder how he got the nickname.”
>”Well…it’s actually a blowjob thing. It’s where you blow a guy, and you spit it back in his mouth while kissing. It’s called snowballing.”
>You do a double take. Twilight normally doesn’t talk this dirty.
“Wow, and he requests this?”
>”He gets off on it.”
“Eww…”
>The two of you stand as you start refilling one of the cigarette hoppers.
“Which one of your friends snowballed him?”
>Twilight looks away for a moment.
>”Uhh…I did…I snowballed him.”
“Yeah, right.”
>”I’m serious…”
>…
>You pause and face your marefriend.
“…You sucked his dick?”
>”Come on, Anon…”
“Wait a minute, you only had sex with two other guys. You never mentioned him!”
>”Because I DIDN’T have sex with him.”
“You sucked his dick!”
>”So I went down on him. It’s no big deal.”
“Oh, it is a big deal!”
>”Would you stop shouting…”
“Oh man, I think I’m gonna vomit…”
>”No, don’t be like that…”
>Twilight shakes you by the arms, her expression pleading.
“How many?”
>”What?”
“How many dicks have you sucked?”
>”I don’t remember freaking out like this when you told me how many mares you slept with!”
“THIS IS DIFFERENT! This is important! How many!”
>…
>”…something like…36…”
“…wait, SOMETHING like 36? Does that include me?”
>”…37”
“I’M 37?!”
>”I’m going back to work…”
>Twilight, obviously frustrated, rounds the counter to leave, with you in hot pursuit.
“Hey hey hey, don’t you walk out!”
>The unicorn stops and spins on you.
>”No! I’m leaving until you cool off and get your head on straight! I love you, but in the past when I would hang out with a guy, if I liked him enough I would eventually go down on him, it’s no big deal…”
“No big deal? Now when I kiss you, I’m gonna taste 36 other stallions…Why couldn’t you have sex with them like any decent p0ny?”
>”No, don’t be like that…I’d go down on p0nies, yeah, but I only had sex with the ones I love.”
“I’m gonna be sick…”
>Twilight growls and stomps her hoof.
>”Hey, don’t go around treating me like the town whore, you got around plenty before I met you. And also, unless you’re too stupid to figure it out, you’re the last stallion I’ve gone down on, which means I’ve been faithful to you since we met! Hopefully when I come back you’re thinking clearly! Goodbye, Anon!”
>Before you can retort, Twilight is back out the door, into the falling snow.
>You growl and slam your fist on the wall as you turn around.
>Thunder standing there, half-surprised, half-trying not to laugh, a movie tucked under his wing.
“37! My marefriend sucked 37 dicks!”
>”In a row?”
>…
>It takes all your effort not to punch him.
>The door rings behind you.
>As you turn, you see a LOT of p0nies approaching the store.
>No way the coffee’s ready.
>…
>God damnit…

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>Another day, another dollar. 
>You leaf through an issue of Hooves Illustrated, reading up on the hockey season preview. 
>Holy crap, it’s been a slow day. 
>Most p0nies are ushering in winter, spreading snow, putting critters to bed to hibernate.
>Apparently, the laws of nature you grew up with have taken an extended vacation to Mars around here.
>Even the video store is closed, though you highly doubt Thunderlane is out actually helping everyp0ny else. 
>You, however, have one important duty on Farewell Fall day. 
>Running the store and making sure there is plenty of hot coffee come lunchtime, when plenty of cold p0nies will be looking for a warm pick-me-up.
>The guy rustling around in the back near the coffee machines has pretty much been your only customer all day.
>Your gaze floats between the magazine and the newsboy cap on the stallion’s auburn-maned head.
>He’s been back there with the coffee for thirty minutes…
“Hey, you need help with the coffee back there, bub?”
>”I don’t know, you need help mindin’ your own feckin’ business?”
>You roll your eyes and go back to your magazine.
>You bet the Trottingham Avalanche are gonna take the Cup this year…
>”Oi, lad, if you’re done fuckin’ the stallions with your eyes, I’d like to pay for my purchase.”
>You close your magazine and look up at the stallion. 
>Burly looking dude, looks like he’s been in his fair share of fights.
>Just get him cashed out so he can go away…
“Four bits. Will that be all?”
>”Unless you started selling coffee that doesn’t taste like shit, yeah.”
>The stallion tosses four bits on the counter.
>Rude sonofabitch. If you hate the coffee so much, why did you spend so long…
“Thank you, come again.” 
>You toss the bits in the register as the earth p0ny takes the cup in his mouth, brushing by Thunderlane as he comes in through the front door. 
>The pegasus stops to watch the guy leave before walking up to you.
>You already have your magazine back out.
>”What was up with that guy?”
“Some asshole. Took a half hour to buy one cup of coffee.”
>”I’ll bet you five bits he’s a sipper.”
>You take a moment to consider it before you sigh and check the coffee levels in the machine.
“Wait, wha…fucking HELL. It’s almost completely empty! No wonder he took so long, he was drinking from it until he got it just right!”
>You groan and start brewing a fresh batch.
>No way it’s going to be done before the rush hits though…
>Thunderlane leans on the counter as you work, spreading out a copy of Playmare on top of your magazine, chuckling.
>”You let a sipper get through?”
“Shut up Thunder, the guy was a jackass anyway.”
>”I’m sure.” 
>You pause and look up at Thunderlane.
“…What’s that supposed to mean?”
>”It means you’re a pushover man. A complete wuss.”
“I am not…”
>”Come on. Weren’t you telling me just yesterday about that first mare you dated…what’s her name…”
“Allie Way…and that doesn’t count.”
>”It totally counts. You said yourself she left you for that one stallion at the bowling alley because you weren’t as assertive with your feelings.”
“That was years ago, and it doesn’t count. I’ve changed since then.”
>”Uh-huh, suuuure.”
“What are you doing here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be helping bring in winter or something?”
>”I am helping.”
“How? Hanging out in the store and reading dirty magazines doesn’t sound like helping.”
>”I’m helping by drawing attention to the ultimate futility of the entire town working together to usher in winter.”
“So you’re hiding in here because you believe everyone helping each other is wrong.”
>”Yup.” 
“You’re such a self-centered asshole, you know that?”
>”I won’t deny it, but this is a special situation. Given enough time, winter would come of its own accord. It doesn’t need our help.”
“It’s tradition.”
>”It’s asinine. We’re all roped into doing a useless job that often goes against our cutie marks.”
“Since when do you care about that? Your cutie mark has nothing to do with working at a video store. Take the sipper, his was a four-leaf clover. I bet that has nothing to do with his job.”
>”Now look who’s disparaging tradition. You’re lucky that humans don’t have cutie marks. Society doesn’t try to pack you into a box. That’s what Twilight’s for.”
“Hey…”
>”You know, I bet I know what your cutie mark would be.”
>You walk back to the counter, fishing your magazine out from under Thunder’s. 
“Oh yeah?”
>”It’d be a giant marehood.”
“…why?”
>Thunder chuckles. “Because you’re the biggest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“…if you’re going to hang out here, at least go over to the video store and grab a movie for us to watch.”
>The pegasus snorts. “Alright. Got a preference?”
“Got any good martial arts movies?”
>”Gay porn, got it.”
>You sigh as Thunderlane heads over to the video store through the back room. 
>Sliding the Playmare under the counter, you go back to waiting in silence, not even looking up as the bell dings on the door.
>TWI: “Hey Anon. Glad to see you working so hard.”
>You lean over and kiss your marefriend as she trots in, setting a box on the counter. 
“Easy for you to say. You just tell other p0nies what to do. Some asshole came in and drank most of the coffee before buying one, so I have to brew a fresh batch that won’t be done before the lunch rush.”
>”That asshole! How much did he drink?”
“Almost all of it.”
>”Great, now we’re gonna have a bunch of cold p0nies waiting for coffee. Why didn’t you just kick him out?”
“Give me a break, Twi. I didn’t find out until after he left.”
>”Man, what a dick…but nevermind. I brought you lunch.”
>A smile crosses your face as you start unwrapping the bundle as Twilight crosses around the counter, nuzzling up to you. 
“Is it lasagna?”
>”Sorry, no. Didn’t have that much time. Will a sandwich still count?”
“Works for me.”
>The unicorn smiles as the two of you disappear under the counter, sitting on the floor.
>The two of you share a kiss before you start eating, Twilight nestling into the crook of your arm to relax.
>”…so, where’s Thunderlane?”
“What do you mean?”
>”Don’t play dumb with me, Anon. Where is he?”
“Next door, picking out a movie. He’s been over there awhile…”
>”Figures. Should have known he wouldn’t show up with everyp0ny else.”
“He’s protesting the futility of it.”
>”Whatever. At least you do your role.”
“I thought you hated me working here.”
>”Well, for one day, it’s an important job, so I’m okay with it.”
>You give a small chuckle as you take another bite.
>You finish your sandwich, enjoying the peace and quiet for a bit of post-lunch cuddling.
>Man, Thunderlane is taking forever to pick a movie…
>”…you know what? The asshole from before, what did he look like?”
“Huh? You mean the sipper?”
>”Yeah. If he’s out working after lunch, I’m going to get him good for being such a prick. What did he look like?”
“I dunno…brown coat, auburn mane. Had a four-leaf clover cutie mark and wore a newsboy hat, I think.”
>Twilight blinks up at you in surprise. 
>”Oh, I know that guy. That’s Snowball.”
>You blink and laugh a little. 
“Snowball? That’s a funny name. You know him?”
>Twilight shifts a little uncomfortably. 
>”It’s just a nickname, but yeah, I know him.”
“Huh. I wonder how he got the nickname.”
>”Well…it’s actually a blowjob thing. It’s where you blow a guy, and you spit it back in his mouth while kissing. It’s called snowballing.”
>You do a double take. Twilight normally doesn’t talk this dirty.
“Wow, and he requests this?”
>”He gets off on it.”
“Eww…”
>The two of you stand as you start refilling one of the cigarette hoppers. 
“Which one of your friends snowballed him?”
>Twilight looks away for a moment.
>”Uhh…I did…I snowballed him.”
“Yeah, right.”
>”I’m serious…”
>…
>You pause and face your marefriend.
“…You sucked his dick?”
>”Come on, Anon…”
“Wait a minute, you only had sex with two other guys. You never mentioned him!”
>”Because I DIDN’T have sex with him.”
“You sucked his dick!”
>”So I went down on him. It’s no big deal.”
“Oh, it is a big deal!”
>”Would you stop shouting…”
“Oh man, I think I’m gonna vomit…”
>”No, don’t be like that…”
>Twilight shakes you by the arms, her expression pleading.
“How many?”
>”What?”
“How many dicks have you sucked?”
>”I don’t remember freaking out like this when you told me how many mares you slept with!”
“THIS IS DIFFERENT! This is important! How many!”
>…
>”…something like…36…”
“…wait, SOMETHING like 36? Does that include me?”
>”…37”
“I’M 37?!”
>”I’m going back to work…”
>Twilight, obviously frustrated, rounds the counter to leave, with you in hot pursuit. 
“Hey hey hey, don’t you walk out!”
>The unicorn stops and spins on you.
>”No! I’m leaving until you cool off and get your head on straight! I love you, but in the past when I would hang out with a guy, if I liked him enough I would eventually go down on him, it’s no big deal…”
“No big deal? Now when I kiss you, I’m gonna taste 36 other stallions…Why couldn’t you have sex with them like any decent p0ny?”
>”No, don’t be like that…I’d go down on p0nies, yeah, but I only had sex with the ones I love.”
“I’m gonna be sick…”
>Twilight growls and stomps her hoof. 
>”Hey, don’t go around treating me like the town whore, you got around plenty before I met you. And also, unless you’re too stupid to figure it out, you’re the last stallion I’ve gone down on, which means I’ve been faithful to you since we met! Hopefully when I come back you’re thinking clearly! Goodbye, Anon!”
>Before you can retort, Twilight is back out the door, into the falling snow. 
>You growl and slam your fist on the wall as you turn around.
>Thunder standing there, half-surprised, half-trying not to laugh, a movie tucked under his wing.
“37! My marefriend sucked 37 dicks!”
>”In a row?”
>…
>It takes all your effort not to punch him.
>The door rings behind you.
>As you turn, you see a LOT of p0nies approaching the store. 
>No way the coffee’s ready.
>…
>God damnit…

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