Title:           One-Shot: Zecora Edition
Author:          TechyConversant
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First Edit:      Friday 1st of June 2012 08:04:47 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 1st of June 2012 08:04:47 PM CDT

>Be Anon, it's the afternoon.
>The sun will be setting soon.
>You need to visit your striped friend.
>Hopefully before day's end.
>You walk into the Everfree,
>Ignoring the occasional scary tree.
>You see her hut coming into view
>And your striped zebra pal is there to greet you.
>"Hello Anon, come in and sit-"
"Zecora, I don't have time for this shit."
"You know why I'm here, just give it please..."
>"Like I'll let you have it with such ease?"
>You sigh, and pull out some bits.
>Surely that will calm her tits.
>She trots inside and holds open the door.
>"To get what you want, you'll have to offer more."
>You know she's just playing you like a flute.
>But you can't go about this like a brute.
>She's the only one who can stop this curse.
>You want it gone...before it gets worse.
>"So Anon, why do you want it gone?"
"With my brain like this, I can't live on!"
"Every thought and every word..."
"Always rhyming, it's absurd!"
>She flashes you an evil glance.
>Oh shit, you don't wanna lose this chance.
"I'm not saying that it's BAD..."
>Come on, say something that won't make her mad!
"...but you are a much better rhyming wonder!"
"If this goes on, I might steal your thunder!"
>She laughs a hearty laugh, "No way."
>"You can't outrhyme me in one day."
>You found the answer to your situation!
>If you can outrhyme her in substantiation...
>She'll remove the curse so she's the best.
>Let's put this Poison Joke to the test...
"Well, Zecora, if you think you're tough."
"I think your rhymes are a little rough."
"They don't flow as well as mine,"
"I have coherence in every line!"
>Her jimmies are clearly rustled.
>She readies herself for the rhyming tussle.
>"Look, Anon, I can appreciate"
>"The rhyming need you're trying to sate."
>"But please be honest, I've been doing this shtick"
>"Long before that flower made you sick."
>"So don't try to outrhyme this mare,"
>"As they say, Anon, don't even go there."
>You're pretty sure if she could snap, she would.
>It's like this zebra's from the hood.
>She clearly didn't like your tone.
>You need to set your intent in stone...
"Zecora, don't walk away from this fight!"
"I can outrap you all day and all night."
>She turns back to you, "That's how it will be?"
>"I warned you to not mess with me."
"I don't think I need to worry,"
"I can think of more rhymes in a hurry."
>"You're gonna need to think of more,"
>"If you don't, I'm kicking you out that door!"
>She's serious about this, you can tell.
>You've opened yourself to a rhyming hell...
>"The last time I needed to actually try,"
>"I made the little filly cry!"
"Reducing fillies to tears? That's a bit low."
"They can't help it if you rhyme too slow."
>"Me? Too slow? You must be joking."
>"If it weren't for that plant, you'd be choking!"
"Then take it off, and why don't we see?"
>She pulls out a potion. "Certainly!"
>She gives you the bottle, you put it to your lip.
>You close your eyes and take a sip.
>...
>She takes the bottle and puts it away.
>"Well, what do you have to say?"
"Uhh...thanks for the drink?"
>"That didn't even rhyme! I think..."
>She puts a hoof to her chin.
>You could care less about the win.
>"You clever human, that was a nice trick."
>"And I thought your head was thick."
>You shrug off the insult and head out the door.
>You can't take rhymes anymore.
>With that drink, and a little luck.
>The poison would have worn off...
>...fuck.