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Zecora The Gamedev One-shot
By SNAFU-NonCreated: 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.
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>Looking at tall beauty as it strode.
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>A stallion, exotic; Office's candy for eye;
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>You do admire these hips, you're not gonna lie.
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>He turns the corner and the beauty is gone,
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>And with the code again remain you alone.
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>To take your mind elsewhere you switch up your task;
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>Maybe you should model that new fancy mask,
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>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.
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>The hour is gone, you've been in a trance.
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>Fruits of your labor earn a bewildered glance.
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>It's thick, it's round, it's seven joints long;
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>Have you been working... on an alien schlong?!
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>Be Anon; be smart; be annoyed as shit,
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>At the horses who constantly insult your wit.
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>On a daily basis, no less.
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>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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>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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>Hired 'cause you're a colt and it drives you mad.
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>Just for the quota and not the skills you've had!
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>Ogled all day, met with salacious smile,
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>How'd they fare in your shoes for a mile?
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>Your cheeks burn as they admire your bottom
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>Or run headfirst into your scrotum
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>On accident, always, every time!
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>You'd be rich if for each you had a dime.
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>Zecora you are, once and again!
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>You figured out next step to your plan.
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>There will be no contest - perish the thought.
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>No colt can resist your Zebrican plot.
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>He will be ensnared, hitched and bred,
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>Let no mare to be in your stead.
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>Be Anon, reasoning out loud,
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>By the hostile tech you will not be cowed.
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>The basis for all calculation is imperative change,
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>But the runes dance oddly, their movement strange.
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>You've been trying hard, documenting your way,
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>But to no avail, the shameful issue is here to stay.
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>There's an exit - you could ask for help.
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>But the mares will treat you like a pathetic whelp.
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>You don't want it; You ego will suffer a slam.
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>But you know when to fold 'em; Time to RTFM!
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>Thicc manual grimoire hits table with thud,
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>Read it from cover to cover you should.
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>"Should? More like must!", you utter
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>Of your pride it is personal matter.
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>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.
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>You hold your head in a fit of despair,
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>No matter your skills, you're just not quite there.
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>Be Zecora once more, lusty no more,
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>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
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>Like he used when he got hired there and then.
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>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
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>As do her hips when she sashays.
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>She voices the question, and not oblige you cannot,
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>For her cute muzzle has been with worrying fraught.
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>You relay your persisting, unmanageable woes,
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>Of programming failure and your runic throes.
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>She hums in your chest and offers to help,
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>You're so elated you squeeze from her a yelp.
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>In an entrancing embrace like a tickled trout,
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>Zecora you are, there is no doubt.
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>You get tingles from snootle to dock,
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>Thankful stallion gave you quite the shock.
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>You ask for a reason of this empathy transfer,
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>And he gives you quite the answer
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>"For you are the only among mare staff
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>That wouldn't condescendingly laugh
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>At my efforts, misguided but just
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>You offered to teach, unconsumed by lust"
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>He thinks and he adds, stroking your cheek
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>"I simply adore you, you're my kind of geek,
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>There shall be no further pretense
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>Let the petting of zebra belly commence"
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>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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>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
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>Message proudly stating, "Hello, my world!"
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