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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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  1. >Zecora thou art, proficient in magics of code.
  2. >Looking at tall beauty as it strode.
  3. >A stallion, exotic; Office's candy for eye;
  4. >You do admire these hips, you're not gonna lie.
  5. >He turns the corner and the beauty is gone,
  6. >And with the code again remain you alone.
  7.  
  8. >To take your mind elsewhere you switch up your task;
  9. >Maybe you should model that new fancy mask,
  10. >Mare of many talents you are, let there be no doubt,
  11. >But distracted you are by male musk reaching your snout.
  12. >You don't dawdle, you focus on craft,
  13. >To create the model; if only a draft.
  14. >The hour is gone, you've been in a trance.
  15. >Fruits of your labor earn a bewildered glance.
  16. >It's thick, it's round, it's seven joints long;
  17. >Have you been working... on an alien schlong?!
  18.  
  19. >Be Anon; be smart; be annoyed as shit,
  20. >At the horses who constantly insult your wit.
  21. >On a daily basis, no less.
  22. >You stop before you digress.
  23. >You'll show them; They'll all flippin' see
  24. >That you're not useless with your CS Degree!
  25.  
  26. >These runes; tough puzzle to crack.
  27. >Where's the registers or at least heap and stack?
  28. >No jumps, no NOPs, not a single opcode,
  29. >Just magic and runes by the truckload.
  30.  
  31. >Hired 'cause you're a colt and it drives you mad.
  32. >Just for the quota and not the skills you've had!
  33. >Ogled all day, met with salacious smile,
  34. >How'd they fare in your shoes for a mile?
  35. >Your cheeks burn as they admire your bottom
  36. >Or run headfirst into your scrotum
  37. >On accident, always, every time!
  38. >You'd be rich if for each you had a dime.
  39.  
  40. >Zecora you are, once and again!
  41. >You figured out next step to your plan.
  42. >There will be no contest - perish the thought.
  43. >No colt can resist your Zebrican plot.
  44. >He will be ensnared, hitched and bred,
  45. >Let no mare to be in your stead.
  46.  
  47. >Be Anon, reasoning out loud,
  48. >By the hostile tech you will not be cowed.
  49. >The basis for all calculation is imperative change,
  50. >But the runes dance oddly, their movement strange.
  51. >You've been trying hard, documenting your way,
  52. >But to no avail, the shameful issue is here to stay.
  53. >There's an exit - you could ask for help.
  54. >But the mares will treat you like a pathetic whelp.
  55. >You don't want it; You ego will suffer a slam.
  56. >But you know when to fold 'em; Time to RTFM!
  57.  
  58. >Thicc manual grimoire hits table with thud,
  59. >Read it from cover to cover you should.
  60. >"Should? More like must!", you utter
  61. >Of your pride it is personal matter.
  62. >You groan and cringe but take to the reading
  63. >And every line almost causes internal bleeding -
  64. >The language's obtuse; terminology trite;
  65. >All you see is more of the same magical shite.
  66. >You hold your head in a fit of despair,
  67. >No matter your skills, you're just not quite there.
  68.  
  69. >Be Zecora once more, lusty no more,
  70. >Upset colts you're not looking to score,
  71. >You gently hug the despaired male,
  72. >With your every bit from your head to your tail,
  73. >You want him to smile, to laugh once again
  74. >Like he used when he got hired there and then.
  75.  
  76. >You must be Anon for you are hugged tight,
  77. >By a zebra who's there for your plight.
  78. >You had it out for her, you're not gonna lie,
  79. >Her rhymes are adorable and so is her tie.
  80. >Her eyes take you to different place
  81. >As do her hips when she sashays.
  82. >She voices the question, and not oblige you cannot,
  83. >For her cute muzzle has been with worrying fraught.
  84. >You relay your persisting, unmanageable woes,
  85. >Of programming failure and your runic throes.
  86. >She hums in your chest and offers to help,
  87. >You're so elated you squeeze from her a yelp.
  88.  
  89. >In an entrancing embrace like a tickled trout,
  90. >Zecora you are, there is no doubt.
  91. >You get tingles from snootle to dock,
  92. >Thankful stallion gave you quite the shock.
  93. >You ask for a reason of this empathy transfer,
  94. >And he gives you quite the answer
  95. >"For you are the only among mare staff
  96. >That wouldn't condescendingly laugh
  97. >At my efforts, misguided but just
  98. >You offered to teach, unconsumed by lust"
  99. >He thinks and he adds, stroking your cheek
  100. >"I simply adore you, you're my kind of geek,
  101. >There shall be no further pretense
  102. >Let the petting of zebra belly commence"
  103. >He ruffles your tuft, what a beautiful catch
  104. >These fingers no one could possibly match.
  105. >You have a spare evening; you're ready to teach,
  106. >With a spark in his eyes many things he can reach.
  107.  
  108. >Next morning you're awoken by a pleasing scent,
  109. >Of food being cooked to replenish energy spent.
  110. >You jump off the bed, stretching your legs,
  111. >After all said and done, only one question begs.
  112. >In the early morn only the screen,
  113. >Bathes the room in a radiant green,
  114. >Your hooves fly, showing runic tree unfurled
  115. >Message proudly stating, "Hello, my world!"

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