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Zecora The Gamedev One-shot

By SNAFU-Non
Created: 2022-10-16 04:42:33
Updated: 2022-10-16 04:46:11
Expiry: Never
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    >Zecora thou art, proficient in magics of code.
  2. 2.
    >Looking at tall beauty as it strode.
  3. 3.
    >A stallion, exotic; Office's candy for eye;
  4. 4.
    >You do admire these hips, you're not gonna lie.
  5. 5.
    >He turns the corner and the beauty is gone,
  6. 6.
    >And with the code again remain you alone.
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  8. 8.
    >To take your mind elsewhere you switch up your task;
  9. 9.
    >Maybe you should model that new fancy mask,
  10. 10.
    >Mare of many talents you are, let there be no doubt,
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    >But distracted you are by male musk reaching your snout.
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    >You don't dawdle, you focus on craft,
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    >To create the model; if only a draft.
  14. 14.
    >The hour is gone, you've been in a trance.
  15. 15.
    >Fruits of your labor earn a bewildered glance.
  16. 16.
    >It's thick, it's round, it's seven joints long;
  17. 17.
    >Have you been working... on an alien schlong?!
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  19. 19.
    >Be Anon; be smart; be annoyed as shit,
  20. 20.
    >At the horses who constantly insult your wit.
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    >On a daily basis, no less.
  22. 22.
    >You stop before you digress.
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    >You'll show them; They'll all flippin' see
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    >That you're not useless with your CS Degree!
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  26. 26.
    >These runes; tough puzzle to crack.
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    >Where's the registers or at least heap and stack?
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    >No jumps, no NOPs, not a single opcode,
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    >Just magic and runes by the truckload.
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  31. 31.
    >Hired 'cause you're a colt and it drives you mad.
  32. 32.
    >Just for the quota and not the skills you've had!
  33. 33.
    >Ogled all day, met with salacious smile,
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    >How'd they fare in your shoes for a mile?
  35. 35.
    >Your cheeks burn as they admire your bottom
  36. 36.
    >Or run headfirst into your scrotum
  37. 37.
    >On accident, always, every time!
  38. 38.
    >You'd be rich if for each you had a dime.
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  40. 40.
    >Zecora you are, once and again!
  41. 41.
    >You figured out next step to your plan.
  42. 42.
    >There will be no contest - perish the thought.
  43. 43.
    >No colt can resist your Zebrican plot.
  44. 44.
    >He will be ensnared, hitched and bred,
  45. 45.
    >Let no mare to be in your stead.
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  47. 47.
    >Be Anon, reasoning out loud,
  48. 48.
    >By the hostile tech you will not be cowed.
  49. 49.
    >The basis for all calculation is imperative change,
  50. 50.
    >But the runes dance oddly, their movement strange.
  51. 51.
    >You've been trying hard, documenting your way,
  52. 52.
    >But to no avail, the shameful issue is here to stay.
  53. 53.
    >There's an exit - you could ask for help.
  54. 54.
    >But the mares will treat you like a pathetic whelp.
  55. 55.
    >You don't want it; You ego will suffer a slam.
  56. 56.
    >But you know when to fold 'em; Time to RTFM!
  57. 57.
     
  58. 58.
    >Thicc manual grimoire hits table with thud,
  59. 59.
    >Read it from cover to cover you should.
  60. 60.
    >"Should? More like must!", you utter
  61. 61.
    >Of your pride it is personal matter.
  62. 62.
    >You groan and cringe but take to the reading
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    >And every line almost causes internal bleeding -
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    >The language's obtuse; terminology trite;
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    >All you see is more of the same magical shite.
  66. 66.
    >You hold your head in a fit of despair,
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    >No matter your skills, you're just not quite there.
  68. 68.
     
  69. 69.
    >Be Zecora once more, lusty no more,
  70. 70.
    >Upset colts you're not looking to score,
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    >You gently hug the despaired male,
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    >With your every bit from your head to your tail,
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    >You want him to smile, to laugh once again
  74. 74.
    >Like he used when he got hired there and then.
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  76. 76.
    >You must be Anon for you are hugged tight,
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    >By a zebra who's there for your plight.
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    >You had it out for her, you're not gonna lie,
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    >Her rhymes are adorable and so is her tie.
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    >Her eyes take you to different place
  81. 81.
    >As do her hips when she sashays.
  82. 82.
    >She voices the question, and not oblige you cannot,
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    >For her cute muzzle has been with worrying fraught.
  84. 84.
    >You relay your persisting, unmanageable woes,
  85. 85.
    >Of programming failure and your runic throes.
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    >She hums in your chest and offers to help,
  87. 87.
    >You're so elated you squeeze from her a yelp.
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  89. 89.
    >In an entrancing embrace like a tickled trout,
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    >Zecora you are, there is no doubt.
  91. 91.
    >You get tingles from snootle to dock,
  92. 92.
    >Thankful stallion gave you quite the shock.
  93. 93.
    >You ask for a reason of this empathy transfer,
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    >And he gives you quite the answer
  95. 95.
    >"For you are the only among mare staff
  96. 96.
    >That wouldn't condescendingly laugh
  97. 97.
    >At my efforts, misguided but just
  98. 98.
    >You offered to teach, unconsumed by lust"
  99. 99.
    >He thinks and he adds, stroking your cheek
  100. 100.
    >"I simply adore you, you're my kind of geek,
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    >There shall be no further pretense
  102. 102.
    >Let the petting of zebra belly commence"
  103. 103.
    >He ruffles your tuft, what a beautiful catch
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    >These fingers no one could possibly match.
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    >You have a spare evening; you're ready to teach,
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    >With a spark in his eyes many things he can reach.
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  108. 108.
    >Next morning you're awoken by a pleasing scent,
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    >Of food being cooked to replenish energy spent.
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    >You jump off the bed, stretching your legs,
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    >After all said and done, only one question begs.
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    >In the early morn only the screen,
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    >Bathes the room in a radiant green,
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    >Your hooves fly, showing runic tree unfurled
  115. 115.
    >Message proudly stating, "Hello, my world!"

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