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needs - Poojawa's desire to rest and relax, Muaris's desire to feel pregnant - in a mutually beneficial way!\n\n=====--=--=====\n\nRoommates With Benefits\n\n\tPoojawa was done for the day. The purple striped sabre-sune spent way too much time dealing with people and travelling back from the port and it was time to enjoy some time to himself. Well, not entirely by himself. He lived with a group of others who shared the roomy condo, but since they all travelled frequently and were occasionally gone for weeks or months at a time, there were usually only ever three or four out of the seven that lived there at home at any given time.\n\n\tOn this day, Pooj was there with only three others. The first was Kriska, a Deer-Fox hybrid, who was one of the science officers that rarely travelled away from the settlement. The second was Thasi, a canine that worked in maintenance or something; Pooj never asked. And the third was Murais, a mule that came and went infrequently. \n\n\tKriska and Thasi were somewhere in the condo doing their own thing, Murais was actually out getting something to eat, and that left Poojawa alone in the house. He stripped out of his clothes the moment he walked through the front door, tossing them into his bedroom without thinking twice. He stumbled over to the kitchen to get something to drink and found something nice and fresh and fizzy that he used his saber fang to crack open. He didn't need to do that, but it felt right.\n\n\tHe grabbed a tray of food he'd prepped and tossed it into the hydrating oven to cook it. That would take about half an hour to get it into an eating state. He couldn't be bothered to cook. It had been quite a busy day and he just wanted to relax. So he flopped down on the couch, head resting on the back pillows and rump hanging over the edge, each of his tails draped over the cushion.\n\n\tThis was so he could keep his knees perked up between himself and the TV. He made a series of voice commands to the TV. “On. Pooj. NomSpot. Faves. Playlist. Yes.” That turned on the TV to randomize a set of videos he'd set up that were each full stories about people going on adventures and ending up in aliens one way or another. Short films were all an hour or shorter, and each one had at least one scene of someone being swallowed or used as a sex toy for some hungry creature they found on some far off planet.\n\n\tIt wasn't all Poojawa loved to watch but it scratched an itch on this day. Their work week was over and he just wanted to lose himself to some snug, comfy couch inside someone's womb or belly. It would give him the most satisfying sleep, take him away from this place without expecting anything of him. It would be exquisite to just crawl into someone else and let them carry him for a bit.\n\n\tAnd it would be as exciting as one could hope. All those videos on his playlist were actually real, not using special effects or camera tricks. People were fed to creatures and it was filmed! Of course they were fine thanks to some potions and other tricks, but it was still real. The authenticity of seeing the bulge a person made in a creature's neck slowly sliding down into its torso made Pooj imagine that was happening to him.\n\n\tThe flesh would slide over him, clenching in gulping waves to force him down bit by bit. It would hold him tight, smothering him and massaging every fiber of fur on his body, all while soaking him to the flesh with the lubricating fluid that it secreted. It would have been excellent, and it would have ended with him curled up in a little ball in a womb or a belly or somewhere in bowels. Okay, maybe not the bowels, but womb or belly for sure.\n\n\tHe couldn't help but idly rub his sheath until his cock slipped out, the pink-purple mass of it slowly slithering up his belly to smear a bit of fluid into the fur there. He didn't even bother to grab himself or clench around the base of the knot to bring himself to climax, he was bordering on too tired. He just wanted to watch the show he'd put on at random, drink his drink, wait for his food to finish cooking in the hydrating oven, then he'd go curl up in bed to fap a couple times and call it a night.\n\n\tRight as he was about to get to the good part of the video titled, 'The maiden and the pitcher beast', the main door to the apartment opened, revealing Muaris wearing her usual head rag around her ears and the white and gold uniform with black and gold leggings. She may have been homely some times but in her uniform she commanded a presence that almost made Poojawa want to salute her.\n\n\tAlmost. Only almost. All Pooj could muster was a glance over the side of the couch to offer Muaris a nod of acknowledgement which was met and given back.\n\n\tHe had no concerns about other people catching him watching vorn videos. There was an agreement between the people who lived there that usually involved them being roommates with benefits. Lots of cocks and slits to go around so nobody was ever left needy or neglected. And if that meant that Poojawa could watch explicitly ravenous porn in the big screen in the shared living room, so be it. For all he knew, that might attract someone else to join him.\n\n\tMuaris walked behind the couch, slowly unbuttoning the front of her uniform, her posture gradually loosening from stern and upright officer that demanded respect to someone who wanted the same thing Poojawa wanted: To relax. The mule kicked off her boots, tossed her jacket onto a hanger, then did the same with her undershirt.\n\n\tWhen she walked by the back of the couch again, she tossed her undergarment over the back to have it land directly on Poojawa's face while she proceeded to the kitchen, where she got a drink of her own and grabbed the tray of food out of the hydrating oven.\n\n\tWhile she was in the kitchen, Pooj took a moment to inhale as much of the scent off the undergarments as she could, noting there was an extra sweetness to them that told a tale of need from their source. Muaris was in a special kind of estrus. A unique kind that only she had.\n\n\tAs a mule, she was sterile. Unable to be pregnant. Yet her body still craved that, she still went into heats that demanded she get knocked up. But she couldn't, so she had to get creative in ways to imitate it so she didn't end up desperate and depressed.\n\n\tThe mule came over to the couch next to Poojawa, grabbed her underwear from off the sabre-sune's face, and tossed them towards the door to her own quarters. She placed the tray of food on the table in front of them, pressed the top of her drink to Pooj's sabre-tooth, then bapped him on the snout to force the tooth into the top. She quickly sucked back the drink, then flopped down on the couch, emulating the same pose Poojawa had ended up in, flat with knees and legs over the side.\n\n\tShe wasn't even shy about the fact that her plump molly pussy lips were soaked, a visible bead trickling down the slit towards her ass. The image coming from the television reflected off her mound, and the scent that billowed up from between her legs was quietly intoxicating.\n\n\tNeither said a word to each other. They just both laid there on the couch, head resting on the back pillows, butt at the edge of the cushion, tails flopping down to the ground, and knees parted to air out their respective bits. Both were content to watch the vorny video in silence.\n\n\tThe video proceeded with a team of explorers who were lost in a foreign land, where they landed ashore and then disappeared into a lush tropical jungle where much of the plants were reacting to their presence like they were alive. The vines slithered like snakes, the flowers turned to look at them and ferns hid from them. And some of the plants, giant carnivorous bulbs that had petals like vulva or lips, actually reached out in an attempt to snag them up off the ground.\n\n\tOne really cool scene had the plant's vines reach out and grab the cameraman's arm, sucking the hand and camera up into the plant's guts so they got a good look at the slime lining the inner walls as well as the body of the plant's core that looked a lot like the soft flesh of an esophagus sucking up the camera. It was an excellently well-developed video. Acted, but real. That plant actually was trying to swallow the cameraman; the authenticity came through the video.\n\n\tSuch images sparked some desire in Muaris, who idly cupped her palm over her clit, rubbing her fingers up and down her slit. She was still soaked and producing more fluids that she captured in her palm and smeared all over herself.\n\n\tAt the same time, Poojawa finally cupped the underside of his knot, giving a gentle tug while stroking the smoothly curved bulge of his shaft. Both of them laid there on the couch, rubbing themselves while the video continued and their food and drink sat on the table in front of them.\n\n\tPoojawa could practically taste Muaris's estrus in the air. The scent was like a thick and dense cloud between them; it actually was more responsible for his arousal than the video at this point. Neither of them exchanged words but they both knew each other well enough that Pooj felt comfortable rolling to his side and using his other hand to cup Muaris's, also sliding a few fingers in next to the mule's. He kept his eye on the television.\n\n\tSo did Muaris. Both of them were fixated on the action on screen, practically going on instinct as the mule fingered herself and Pooj helped. Pooj also was tugging his own cock, just enough to keep his knot firm without coming to climax.\n\n\tStill casual and mostly focusing on the TV, Muaris reached over and gave Poojawa's cock a bit of a squeeze and tug, resulting in both of them flopped down on the couch, watching TV while pleasuring themselves and each other.\n\n\tFinally, the scent that was coating Poojawa's sinuses and his throat all the way down, he rolled over the couch to lay on the larger mule's body. Muaris was a full head taller than Pooj, though it wasn't evident while they were both laying on the couch. The mule cocked her head to the side to keep an eye on the TV, letting Pooj continue.\n\n\tEven Poojawa glanced back because he loved the scene that was showing in the video. He stood on the ground between Muaris's legs, eased himself into her, and laid on her belly while wrapping his arms around her and watching the video.\n\n\tShe slid a hand between the both of them cupping the base of Poojawa's knot to hold it in place. She was bigger than the sabre-sune and had different anatomy, so she had to hold the knotted cock in place or it'd slip it the moment Pooj pulled away.\n\n\tOnce it was clear Muaris had a firm grip, Poojawa raised one leg and turned over so she was on her feet, bent over in front of the mule, cock wrenched between his legs as it was held in place by Murais. This put them both in a position where they could keep watching the show, and Pooj could finally eat some of the food he'd prepped earlier.\n\n\tThe two of them enjoyed their entertainment from that position. Poojawa ate most of the dinner but gave some to Muaris, then Muaris motioned for Pooj to get her the drink, so Pooj passed it back. This went on for most of the duration of the video they were watching, and Poojawa had to do most of the work since one of Muaris's hands was permanently occupied by holding the sabre-sune's knot.\n\n\tEventually, Muaris had a lapse in grip and Poojawa fell forward, cock plapping out of the mare-mule's slit, leaving an exceptionally long trail of thick slime from where the equine lips met and the swinging sabre-sune cock. Not only was it thick and sweet smelling, but it was staying connected even after a few swings of the cock it was attached to.\n\n\tThat's when Poojawa knew for certain this was more than one of the usual heats the mule had. He'd suspected earlier by the smell of her undergarments, but this was a far more direct bit of proof that he was dealing with an estrus mule, one that needed to breed, not just mate. So Poojawa turned and knelt in front of her, noticing that she'd been leaking so much there was a dark trail down the side of the couch leading to a puddle on the floor. He had to do something about that.\n\n\tHe gave an apologetic nod, acknowledging that he had been neglectful up to this point, that was matched in return. One's he'd collected some of the mess that drooled down between them and remained attached at both ends, he smeared it all over both his hands and slipped a couple fingers into her, running his digits up and down the meaty mule slit.\n\n\tDespite her attempts to remain stoic and focued on the TV, Muaris lost a bit of control and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath while her chest and torso raised to grind against Poojawa's fingers. She clenched her loins in a way that made her thick clit roll in place, parting her dark-fleshed lips and exposing her pink insides. She looked like she was about to say some words of encouragement but regained her composure and returned to watching the TV. The only difference was that now she had a subtle but distinct smile instead of the blank expression she wore before.\n\n\tYeah, this definitely meant that she had a very specific need. One that required a lot of commitment from Pooj, commitment that he was not only willing to offer but actively desired.\n\n\tPoojawa wrapped both arms around Muaris's thick thighs, wide enough that his fingers were able to pry the mule's lips open from either side. As he did that, he pressed his lips to her clit, suckling gently as his long sabre-teeth nestled in between her lips and thighs. She seemed to like this, as she did twitch every time his tongue brushed her flesh, but it didn't seem as intense as when he had his fingers inside her. That, and she also was more focused on the TV again and she wasn't smiling as broadly.\n\n\tOkay. Change of plans. Less foreplay in that regard. Poojawa sat back while on his knees, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together, smearing the fluid all over both. She was slick, drooling with anticipation as Pooj leaned into her with a single set of four fingers vertically aligned in her slit.\n\n\tShe actually gasped as the sabre-sune buried his digits past the knuckles. Pooj even had to stop and gulp has he felt her flesh envelop him to the palm. She was so snug, her walls practically squeezing without her actively clenching pelvic muscles. Her flesh was swollen, puffy with estrus need, and it got even tighter when Poojawa used his thumb to rub her clit.\n\n\tFor the first time since she came home from work, Muaris looked down directly at Poojawa, nodding and smirking with approval. She grabbed the edge of the couch cushion and eased her way toward Pooj, idly caressing between her breasts with her other hand right on the light diamond shaped patch. Her depths throbbed and pulsated around Poojawa's digits.\n\n\tSo he nodded right back at her and delicately swiped his thumb off her clit, down the length of one of her lips, then into her slit to join the rest of his hand, making a tapered shape with his fingers and thumb tip. Confident this was not only what she wanted but what she needed, he leaned into her, feeling very little resistance as his entire fist slid into her snug, tender passage. Her lips bulged and distended around his knuckles, squeezed tight around his wrist to swallow his hand, then slowly dilated again as more of his forearm disappeared into her.\n\n\tShe was incredibly roomy. Even though Pooj was only a head shorted than her, Muaris's pussy was quite deep since she was in exactly the kind of heat that demanded a large volume of her partners.\n\n\tPooj eased into her until he felt her lips pressing up to his elbow and her clit winking on his bicep. Deep inside her, he felt the firmer donut of flesh that was her cervix, the hole inside it gaping and eager to be filled. Her womb practically reached out to grab his hand when she grunted and pushed down on him in near-orgasmic delight.\n\n\tYeah, that seemed like it was going to do a lot more for Muaris. Poojawa could tell that his cock, though lovely and productive, was not going to stuff his mule roommate the same way his fists would and certainly wouldn't fill her womb like she needed. So he leaned in with all his weight and balled his fist up inside her, rotating wrist to grind against the deepest parts of her passage, knuckles passing over her cervix.\n\n\tIn and out he pumped gently, with shallow and firm thrusts. The sound of her lips sucking on his arm was heaven to his ears, a manifestation of her delight that made every one of his tails swish and sway behind him. Inside, he alternated between balling up his fist and splaying out all his fingers. His digits sloshed through her pillowy flesh, tickled the entrance to her womb, and traced lines in between the folds of her depths before balling back up and grinding against the mule's sensitive spots.\n\n\tHe actually started to growl in pleasure and delight as he eased more of his arm into her, pressing against cervix and elongating Muaris's canal. He could see the bulge in her belly as he curled his arm, grinding knuckles upward to hit that most sensitive patch on the anterior wall of her pussy. HE even went so far as to use his other hand to press down on her lower belly, adding pressure to her. She was so snug, yet so roomy at the same time. Her walls were squeezing him, yet as he moved his hand around inside her, he felt like he had limitless room to move around and slosh the fluids inside her.\n\n\tBut then, as he was pushing in as deep as he could go, she brayed at him and grunted, every muscle in her abdomen squeezing and pushing down. Her womb descended and her cervix dilated to pop around his fist, clenching tight against his wrist, literally sucking him up deeper into her when she relaxed and her womb ascended to back where it was. This left Muaris with her maw open, gasping heartily in between pleasured whimpers.\n\n\tPoojawa tried to gently tug his fist out of her womb, but found her cervix gripped his wrist too tightly and all that did was pull her womb down with him. The farthest out he could go was so that her slit was still squeezing tight around his forearm halfway down. When he saw how much she seemed to like the sensation of the tug, he balled his fist up inside her womb and gave another pull, twisting to tease her cervix from inside. \n\n\tClearly this was hitting the buttons she needed to satisfy her need to have her womb filled. And while it wasn't fully what Poojawa had fantasized about prior to her coming home, it as still incredibly comfy and her walls caressing his forearm was comforting beyond words. He especially loved how her thick mule folds seemed to pucker up around him, squeezing him at its entrance while her depths shifted and churned around his hand.\n\n\tThen she seemed to focus a bit, smiling broadly as her womb not only ascended but actively tugged him into her, like it was attempting to literally swallow him. He wasn't ready for that, so he pressed his other hand in between her folds, fingers flat to his bicep, before plunging it elbow deep into her. As expected, her walls were snug, yet roomy so they offered plenty of friction but almost no resistance. It was like she was hungry for him, gaping to suck him up inside her.\n\n\tHis second hand didn't go as deep as the first, because the first was all the way in her womb but sealed off by a tight cervix around his wrist so the second was stuck only in her pussy. And despite having two forearms fully buried in mule flesh, her depths remained cavernous, opened up and eager to take more of him. The more he wiggled and squirmed and rotated, the clearer it was that beyond her opening, which was clenched around his forearms, her depths were vast.\n\n\tPoojawa's goal was to slip a couple fingers into her cervix to dilate it a bit and pluck his fist out of her womb by pressing against his wrist and forcing it. He got as far as prying open the entrance to her womb when she once again grunted and pushed down, cervix relaxing and dilating as her womb descended and swallowed both his hands at once, locking them together at the wrists and pulling him in deep. The more he struggled and resisted, the more Muaris shuddered and clacked her hooves on the ground on either side of him.\n\n\tThen, when Poojawa was doing his best to rear back and pull himself out of her she reached down and grabbed him by the cheeks to hold him there, keeping him from pulling away any more.\n\n\tHe glared up at her, barely able to suppress the grin that was plucking at the corners of his maw. He knew that Murais knew what she was doing. Pooj felt the urge to feign a struggle because he also knew if he did that it'd hit the right buttons for Muaris, who needed to feel the squirm in her womb to satisfy that estrus need to breed. Not only that, but he knew what she was going to do next. He let her.\n\n\tSo he did exactly that, worming his way back into the grip of her palms wrapped around his cheek, tugging on her womb from within, fists balled up and locked in place by her cervix around his wrists. He even put up a foot paw to the edge of the couch for leverage but didn't actually put any effort into it; his goal was no longer to escape her, he knew where he'd be spending the night.\n\n\tAs expected, Muaris then slid her hands up the side of Pooj's head and gripped both his ears, one in each hand. She held firm and rotated her wrists to tug on the sabre-sune's ears, just enough that he felt the pressure but it didn't work.\n\n\tInstantly, Poojawa felt the mule's depths expand around him, the passage that was already roomy growing cavernous around his forearms like he was floating in flesh and fluid. Muaris wasn't growing, Poojawa was shrinking. The tug on his ears had triggered a change he knew was coming, so when Muaris smiled down at him and pressed her palm to the back of his head to force his face into her mare muff, all Poojawa could do was stare, dead-eyed at her.\n\n\tShe'd forced his mouth to her clit and slit flesh, so he couldn't talk, but that deadpan expression he gave her screamed disapproval. Not the kind he resented, it was a playful disapproval and she knew it, because she just smiled at him as she started grinding her hips into his face, her walls dilating to wrap around both his arms almost to the shoulder.\n\n\tOnce they'd made eye contact and silently consented, she leaned her head back and brayed, the sound caught in her throat the moment she forced Poojawa's head fully into her. \n\n\tEverything went black for Poojawa as Muaris's pink flesh slid over his face, the light snuffing out quickly the moment her lips passed his eyes and wrapped around his head. His sabre-teeth would have been problematic if his face wasn't shoved between his biceps, his arms dilating her to gape her all the way to the cervix that refused to let go of his wrists. That, and the shifted effect was proceeding, so he was no longer as big as he would have been had she not pulled both ears at once.\n\n\tThere was a series of prods as Muaris grabbed Poojawa by the back of the head, the shoulders, and eventually the sides of his torso as she struggled to stuff his shrinking body into her. Her flesh proceeded down his body, swallowing him up one lurch at a time starting with the biggest one as her vulva practically swallowed his shoulders. Once that thickest part of him was through her entrance – which was the tightest segment of her needy passage – she clenched her loins around his midsection with a wink and practically swallowed him with her vaginal canal!\n\n\tNot only did he get propelled into her, leaving only his legs and tail and cock hanging outside of her hungry mare lips, but the cervix around his wrists loosened up immediately, desperate to feel as much of his body pass through it and enter her womb. He squirmed, he writhed, and he pressed his elbows out to act like a stopper so he wouldn't go deeper, but mostly he just wanted to not be in an awkward diving position. And since her canal was so roomy, he could actually pull his arms down to fold on his chest instead of having them extended ahead of him.\n\n\tSure, he was able to pull his wrists from the grip of her cervix, but with his entire torso lost to hungry, needy mule pussy and the womb just as desperate, he knew there was no further resistance to be had from his side. He did keep squirming, though! He excitedly slithered his spine like a snake, grinding his shoulders and face and hands out against her walls.\n\n\tThe motions must have done something to Muaris, because the more he did it the tighter the entrance got and the more the walls seemed to swallow and gulp at his form, forcing him deeper. So he kept doing it as she grabbed both his thighs with her now relatively massive hands and pushed him in.\n\n\tShe wasn't being shy at all. It seemed like Murais had felt the satisfaction of something in her womb and now she needed the rest as well, so she was gyrating her hips around Poojawa, hands on his legs as she stuffed him deeper and deeper, forcing him face first through her cervix to have her womb swallow him up. She clearly was in a state of orgasmic bliss because her entrance and the first segment of her depths were twitching and throbbing and constricting around his waist, thighs, tails, and eventually calves as she kept pushing and baring down on him, desperate.\n\n\tHis shrinking form meant that he didn't take up as much room inside her, but the deeper he went the roomier she felt around him. Her pussy was snug and roomy but supportive, but the moment his head and upper body passed through her cervix to enter her womb, he felt like he had emerged into nothingness, only the softest, faintest touch of her walls caressed him.\n\n\tEven though she continued to try to push on his feet paws to force him in deeper and Pooj had been faking resistance, he finally gave in fully and pulled his legs into her one by one, crawling on his knees through her canal to propel himself fully into her womb. His body pressed out against her inner folds, churning the copious amounts of fluids that her body produced to aid in his vaginal consumption.\n\n\tIt didn't take long to curl his body up in her womb, the cervix passing over his hips in another notable lurch that had her insides descend in a desperate attempt to swallow him up. He felt the cervix constrict around his legs, like it knew that doing so would gulp him into place, so he once again pulled his feet in one at a time, then reached out to yank his tails in after.\n\n\tThe instant he felt the last of his tails pass through the cervix, Muaris's womb sealed shut and he was left floating in flesh and fluid, held snugly in place while still having such soft pillows of womb wall around him that he could move freely and even extend his body straight. He did notice when he stretched, his foot found what he assumed to be abdominal wall, creating a little bulge. \n\n\tHow cute he was. And how satisfied he was that he was finally able to relax and rest the way he'd wanted to like in the videos they were watching. He wasn't expecting to end up as a temporary womb inhabitant when he got home from work, but sometimes things just worked out that way. Especially when Muaris had those occasional bursts of needing to be pregnant when this was the only way to make her feel that way.\n\n\tPooj's cock remained firm, pressed to his belly as he curled up in a ball, satisfied that he was going to be a pleasant bulge that Muaris would keep until her weekend was over and she had to go back to work. It was a perfect arrangement between roommates with benefits. Pooj got rest, she got satisfaction, and both got release.\n\n\tBefore long, Poojawa felt fatigue overcome him – a natural side effect of being sent to a womb – and he was quickly lost to the most pleasant dreams of mule muff and satisfied roommates.\n\n\t=====--=--=====\n\n\tSome time passed before Poojawa was woken by the sudden and intense contractions of flesh squeezing around him in rhythmic pulses. The fluid that buoyed him within the womb all drained as the cervix opened, evacuating his womb.\n\n\tHe tried to resist, to broaden his stance within her so he didn't have to leave, but the squeezing and rhythmic contractions forced him face first towards the dilating cervix. When he tried to grab something to hold on, he naturally slipped and his body was forced out of the womb and through the orgasmically twitching vaginal passage, a flood of birthing fluids accompanying him.\n\n\tEvery wrinkle and pillow of her flesh that passed by him, he tried to press out to slow the pace of his rebirth but nothing worked. It anything pressing certain patches of inner flesh just seemed to coax more sleek lubrication from the walls, making it even harder for him to resist the squeeze and push of her depths.\n\n\tHis head breached her plump pussy lips, pressing them out from inside before her slit dilated and her depths forced him half way out with one aggressive push. He ended up lurching out of her to land on a purple and blue sheet that was soaked with birthing gel, his cock barely poking out of her pussy right underneath her clit. She winked only once to tease and tickle his shaft before another contraction forced the rest of him out with another lurch.\n\n\tThis left Poojawa in a pile of slime and a puddle of slick mess. His fur was coated and soaked, his body had gobs of the viscous fluid, and his cock was still as hard s when he disappeared into her. \n\n\tAs he gained his bearings and blinked the slime away from his eyes, he took in the first breath of the day and laughed with delight while Muaris smiled down at him, arms on her knees while she assumed the birthing position. Her expression was warm, but her subtle body motions told Poojawa that she'd just enjoyed quite an intense orgasm or twelve.\n\n\tThe locked eyes, and Poojawa reached out with one of her foot-paws, idly using toes to part Muaris's lips, insinuating he wanted to go back inside. \n\n\tRight as they were about to continue, a nearby alarm went off, startling both of them. Poojawa caught a look at the clock and saw it was about time for both of them to get dressed and head to work. \n\n\tA Shame. They still had needs to take care of. But then again, it wasn't like they couldn't meet up again after their respective shifts.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Art - [iconname]NyxApnea[/iconname
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Poojawa/Muaris - [iconnamePoojawa[/iconname

In this quickie, Poojawa is too tired to deal with life after a busy week at work, so he sits down to enjoy a bit of vore porn on the shared TV when Muaris, the infertile mule, joins her.

They indulge each other's needs - Poojawa's desire to rest and relax, Muaris's desire to feel pregnant - in a mutually beneficial way!

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Roommates With Benefits

\tPoojawa was done for the day. The purple striped sabre-sune spent way too much time dealing with people and travelling back from the port and it was time to enjoy some time to himself. Well, not entirely by himself. He lived with a group of others who shared the roomy condo, but since they all travelled frequently and were occasionally gone for weeks or months at a time, there were usually only ever three or four out of the seven that lived there at home at any given time.

\tOn this day, Pooj was there with only three others. The first was Kriska, a Deer-Fox hybrid, who was one of the science officers that rarely travelled away from the settlement. The second was Thasi, a canine that worked in maintenance or something; Pooj never asked. And the third was Murais, a mule that came and went infrequently.

\tKriska and Thasi were somewhere in the condo doing their own thing, Murais was actually out getting something to eat, and that left Poojawa alone in the house. He stripped out of his clothes the moment he walked through the front door, tossing them into his bedroom without thinking twice. He stumbled over to the kitchen to get something to drink and found something nice and fresh and fizzy that he used his saber fang to crack open. He didn't need to do that, but it felt right.

\tHe grabbed a tray of food he'd prepped and tossed it into the hydrating oven to cook it. That would take about half an hour to get it into an eating state. He couldn't be bothered to cook. It had been quite a busy day and he just wanted to relax. So he flopped down on the couch, head resting on the back pillows and rump hanging over the edge, each of his tails draped over the cushion.

\tThis was so he could keep his knees perked up between himself and the TV. He made a series of voice commands to the TV. “On. Pooj. NomSpot. Faves. Playlist. Yes.” That turned on the TV to randomize a set of videos he'd set up that were each full stories about people going on adventures and ending up in aliens one way or another. Short films were all an hour or shorter, and each one had at least one scene of someone being swallowed or used as a sex toy for some hungry creature they found on some far off planet.

\tIt wasn't all Poojawa loved to watch but it scratched an itch on this day. Their work week was over and he just wanted to lose himself to some snug, comfy couch inside someone's womb or belly. It would give him the most satisfying sleep, take him away from this place without expecting anything of him. It would be exquisite to just crawl into someone else and let them carry him for a bit.

\tAnd it would be as exciting as one could hope. All those videos on his playlist were actually real, not using special effects or camera tricks. People were fed to creatures and it was filmed! Of course they were fine thanks to some potions and other tricks, but it was still real. The authenticity of seeing the bulge a person made in a creature's neck slowly sliding down into its torso made Pooj imagine that was happening to him.

\tThe flesh would slide over him, clenching in gulping waves to force him down bit by bit. It would hold him tight, smothering him and massaging every fiber of fur on his body, all while soaking him to the flesh with the lubricating fluid that it secreted. It would have been excellent, and it would have ended with him curled up in a little ball in a womb or a belly or somewhere in bowels. Okay, maybe not the bowels, but womb or belly for sure.

\tHe couldn't help but idly rub his sheath until his cock slipped out, the pink-purple mass of it slowly slithering up his belly to smear a bit of fluid into the fur there. He didn't even bother to grab himself or clench around the base of the knot to bring himself to climax, he was bordering on too tired. He just wanted to watch the show he'd put on at random, drink his drink, wait for his food to finish cooking in the hydrating oven, then he'd go curl up in bed to fap a couple times and call it a night.

\tRight as he was about to get to the good part of the video titled, 'The maiden and the pitcher beast', the main door to the apartment opened, revealing Muaris wearing her usual head rag around her ears and the white and gold uniform with black and gold leggings. She may have been homely some times but in her uniform she commanded a presence that almost made Poojawa want to salute her.

\tAlmost. Only almost. All Pooj could muster was a glance over the side of the couch to offer Muaris a nod of acknowledgement which was met and given back.

\tHe had no concerns about other people catching him watching vorn videos. There was an agreement between the people who lived there that usually involved them being roommates with benefits. Lots of cocks and slits to go around so nobody was ever left needy or neglected. And if that meant that Poojawa could watch explicitly ravenous porn in the big screen in the shared living room, so be it. For all he knew, that might attract someone else to join him.

\tMuaris walked behind the couch, slowly unbuttoning the front of her uniform, her posture gradually loosening from stern and upright officer that demanded respect to someone who wanted the same thing Poojawa wanted: To relax. The mule kicked off her boots, tossed her jacket onto a hanger, then did the same with her undershirt.

\tWhen she walked by the back of the couch again, she tossed her undergarment over the back to have it land directly on Poojawa's face while she proceeded to the kitchen, where she got a drink of her own and grabbed the tray of food out of the hydrating oven.

\tWhile she was in the kitchen, Pooj took a moment to inhale as much of the scent off the undergarments as she could, noting there was an extra sweetness to them that told a tale of need from their source. Muaris was in a special kind of estrus. A unique kind that only she had.

\tAs a mule, she was sterile. Unable to be pregnant. Yet her body still craved that, she still went into heats that demanded she get knocked up. But she couldn't, so she had to get creative in ways to imitate it so she didn't end up desperate and depressed.

\tThe mule came over to the couch next to Poojawa, grabbed her underwear from off the sabre-sune's face, and tossed them towards the door to her own quarters. She placed the tray of food on the table in front of them, pressed the top of her drink to Pooj's sabre-tooth, then bapped him on the snout to force the tooth into the top. She quickly sucked back the drink, then flopped down on the couch, emulating the same pose Poojawa had ended up in, flat with knees and legs over the side.

\tShe wasn't even shy about the fact that her plump molly pussy lips were soaked, a visible bead trickling down the slit towards her ass. The image coming from the television reflected off her mound, and the scent that billowed up from between her legs was quietly intoxicating.

\tNeither said a word to each other. They just both laid there on the couch, head resting on the back pillows, butt at the edge of the cushion, tails flopping down to the ground, and knees parted to air out their respective bits. Both were content to watch the vorny video in silence.

\tThe video proceeded with a team of explorers who were lost in a foreign land, where they landed ashore and then disappeared into a lush tropical jungle where much of the plants were reacting to their presence like they were alive. The vines slithered like snakes, the flowers turned to look at them and ferns hid from them. And some of the plants, giant carnivorous bulbs that had petals like vulva or lips, actually reached out in an attempt to snag them up off the ground.

\tOne really cool scene had the plant's vines reach out and grab the cameraman's arm, sucking the hand and camera up into the plant's guts so they got a good look at the slime lining the inner walls as well as the body of the plant's core that looked a lot like the soft flesh of an esophagus sucking up the camera. It was an excellently well-developed video. Acted, but real. That plant actually was trying to swallow the cameraman; the authenticity came through the video.

\tSuch images sparked some desire in Muaris, who idly cupped her palm over her clit, rubbing her fingers up and down her slit. She was still soaked and producing more fluids that she captured in her palm and smeared all over herself.

\tAt the same time, Poojawa finally cupped the underside of his knot, giving a gentle tug while stroking the smoothly curved bulge of his shaft. Both of them laid there on the couch, rubbing themselves while the video continued and their food and drink sat on the table in front of them.

\tPoojawa could practically taste Muaris's estrus in the air. The scent was like a thick and dense cloud between them; it actually was more responsible for his arousal than the video at this point. Neither of them exchanged words but they both knew each other well enough that Pooj felt comfortable rolling to his side and using his other hand to cup Muaris's, also sliding a few fingers in next to the mule's. He kept his eye on the television.

\tSo did Muaris. Both of them were fixated on the action on screen, practically going on instinct as the mule fingered herself and Pooj helped. Pooj also was tugging his own cock, just enough to keep his knot firm without coming to climax.

\tStill casual and mostly focusing on the TV, Muaris reached over and gave Poojawa's cock a bit of a squeeze and tug, resulting in both of them flopped down on the couch, watching TV while pleasuring themselves and each other.

\tFinally, the scent that was coating Poojawa's sinuses and his throat all the way down, he rolled over the couch to lay on the larger mule's body. Muaris was a full head taller than Pooj, though it wasn't evident while they were both laying on the couch. The mule cocked her head to the side to keep an eye on the TV, letting Pooj continue.

\tEven Poojawa glanced back because he loved the scene that was showing in the video. He stood on the ground between Muaris's legs, eased himself into her, and laid on her belly while wrapping his arms around her and watching the video.

\tShe slid a hand between the both of them cupping the base of Poojawa's knot to hold it in place. She was bigger than the sabre-sune and had different anatomy, so she had to hold the knotted cock in place or it'd slip it the moment Pooj pulled away.

\tOnce it was clear Muaris had a firm grip, Poojawa raised one leg and turned over so she was on her feet, bent over in front of the mule, cock wrenched between his legs as it was held in place by Murais. This put them both in a position where they could keep watching the show, and Pooj could finally eat some of the food he'd prepped earlier.

\tThe two of them enjoyed their entertainment from that position. Poojawa ate most of the dinner but gave some to Muaris, then Muaris motioned for Pooj to get her the drink, so Pooj passed it back. This went on for most of the duration of the video they were watching, and Poojawa had to do most of the work since one of Muaris's hands was permanently occupied by holding the sabre-sune's knot.

\tEventually, Muaris had a lapse in grip and Poojawa fell forward, cock plapping out of the mare-mule's slit, leaving an exceptionally long trail of thick slime from where the equine lips met and the swinging sabre-sune cock. Not only was it thick and sweet smelling, but it was staying connected even after a few swings of the cock it was attached to.

\tThat's when Poojawa knew for certain this was more than one of the usual heats the mule had. He'd suspected earlier by the smell of her undergarments, but this was a far more direct bit of proof that he was dealing with an estrus mule, one that needed to breed, not just mate. So Poojawa turned and knelt in front of her, noticing that she'd been leaking so much there was a dark trail down the side of the couch leading to a puddle on the floor. He had to do something about that.

\tHe gave an apologetic nod, acknowledging that he had been neglectful up to this point, that was matched in return. One's he'd collected some of the mess that drooled down between them and remained attached at both ends, he smeared it all over both his hands and slipped a couple fingers into her, running his digits up and down the meaty mule slit.

\tDespite her attempts to remain stoic and focued on the TV, Muaris lost a bit of control and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath while her chest and torso raised to grind against Poojawa's fingers. She clenched her loins in a way that made her thick clit roll in place, parting her dark-fleshed lips and exposing her pink insides. She looked like she was about to say some words of encouragement but regained her composure and returned to watching the TV. The only difference was that now she had a subtle but distinct smile instead of the blank expression she wore before.

\tYeah, this definitely meant that she had a very specific need. One that required a lot of commitment from Pooj, commitment that he was not only willing to offer but actively desired.

\tPoojawa wrapped both arms around Muaris's thick thighs, wide enough that his fingers were able to pry the mule's lips open from either side. As he did that, he pressed his lips to her clit, suckling gently as his long sabre-teeth nestled in between her lips and thighs. She seemed to like this, as she did twitch every time his tongue brushed her flesh, but it didn't seem as intense as when he had his fingers inside her. That, and she also was more focused on the TV again and she wasn't smiling as broadly.

\tOkay. Change of plans. Less foreplay in that regard. Poojawa sat back while on his knees, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together, smearing the fluid all over both. She was slick, drooling with anticipation as Pooj leaned into her with a single set of four fingers vertically aligned in her slit.

\tShe actually gasped as the sabre-sune buried his digits past the knuckles. Pooj even had to stop and gulp has he felt her flesh envelop him to the palm. She was so snug, her walls practically squeezing without her actively clenching pelvic muscles. Her flesh was swollen, puffy with estrus need, and it got even tighter when Poojawa used his thumb to rub her clit.

\tFor the first time since she came home from work, Muaris looked down directly at Poojawa, nodding and smirking with approval. She grabbed the edge of the couch cushion and eased her way toward  Pooj, idly caressing between her breasts with her other hand right on the light diamond shaped patch. Her depths throbbed and pulsated around Poojawa's digits.

\tSo he nodded right back at her and delicately swiped his thumb off her clit, down the length of one of her lips, then into her slit to join the rest of his hand, making a tapered shape with his fingers and thumb tip. Confident this was not only what she wanted but what she needed, he leaned into her, feeling very little resistance as his entire fist slid into her snug, tender passage. Her lips bulged and distended around his knuckles, squeezed tight around his wrist to swallow his hand, then slowly dilated again as more of his forearm disappeared into her.

\tShe was incredibly roomy. Even though Pooj was only a head shorted than her, Muaris's pussy was quite deep since she was in exactly the kind of heat that demanded a large volume of her partners.

\tPooj eased into her until he felt her lips pressing  up to his elbow and her clit winking on his bicep. Deep inside her, he felt the firmer donut of flesh that was her cervix, the hole inside it gaping and eager to be filled. Her womb practically reached out to grab his hand when she grunted and pushed down on him in near-orgasmic delight.

\tYeah, that seemed like it was going to do a lot more for Muaris. Poojawa could tell that his cock, though lovely and productive, was not going to stuff his mule roommate the same way his fists would and certainly wouldn't fill her womb like she needed. So he leaned in with all his weight and balled his fist up inside her, rotating wrist to grind against the deepest parts of her passage, knuckles passing over her cervix.

\tIn and out he pumped gently, with shallow and firm thrusts. The sound of her lips sucking on his arm was heaven to his ears, a manifestation of her delight that made every one of his tails swish and sway behind him. Inside, he alternated between balling  up his fist and splaying out all his fingers. His digits sloshed through her pillowy flesh, tickled the entrance to her womb, and traced lines in between the folds of her depths before balling back up and grinding against the mule's sensitive spots.

\tHe actually started to growl in pleasure and delight as he eased more of his arm into her, pressing against cervix and elongating Muaris's canal. He could see the bulge in her belly as he curled his arm, grinding knuckles upward to hit that most sensitive patch on the anterior wall of her pussy. HE even went so far as to use his other hand to press down on her lower belly, adding pressure to her. She was so snug, yet so roomy at the same time. Her walls were squeezing him, yet as he moved his hand around inside her, he felt like he had limitless room to move around and slosh the fluids inside her.

\tBut then, as he was pushing in as deep as he could go, she brayed at  him and grunted, every muscle in her abdomen squeezing and pushing down. Her womb descended and her cervix dilated to pop around his fist, clenching tight against his wrist, literally sucking him up deeper into her when she relaxed and her womb ascended to back where it was. This left Muaris with her maw open, gasping heartily in between pleasured whimpers.

\tPoojawa tried to gently tug his fist out of her womb, but found her cervix gripped his wrist too tightly and all that did was pull her womb down with him. The farthest out he could go was so that her slit was still squeezing tight around his forearm halfway down. When he saw how much she seemed to like the sensation of the tug, he balled his fist up inside her womb and gave another pull, twisting to tease her cervix from inside.

\tClearly this was hitting the buttons she needed to satisfy her need to have her womb filled. And while it wasn't fully what Poojawa had fantasized about prior to her coming home, it as still incredibly comfy and her walls caressing his forearm was comforting beyond words. He especially loved how her thick mule folds seemed to pucker up around him, squeezing him at its entrance while her depths shifted and churned around his hand.

\tThen she seemed to focus a bit, smiling broadly as her womb not only ascended but actively tugged him into her, like it was attempting to literally swallow him. He wasn't ready for that, so he pressed his other hand in between her folds, fingers flat to his bicep, before plunging it elbow deep into her. As expected, her walls were snug, yet roomy so they offered plenty of friction but almost no resistance. It was like she was hungry for him, gaping to suck him up inside her.

\tHis second hand didn't go as deep as the first, because the first was all the way in her womb but sealed off by a tight cervix around his wrist so the second was stuck only in her pussy. And despite having two forearms fully buried in mule flesh, her depths remained cavernous, opened up and eager to take more of him. The more he wiggled and squirmed and rotated, the clearer it was that beyond her opening, which was clenched around his forearms, her depths were vast.

\tPoojawa's goal was to slip a couple fingers into her cervix to dilate it a bit and pluck his fist out of her womb by pressing against his wrist and forcing it. He got as far as prying open the entrance to her womb when she once again grunted and pushed down, cervix relaxing and dilating as her womb descended and swallowed both his hands at once, locking them together at the wrists and pulling him in deep. The more he struggled and resisted, the more Muaris shuddered and clacked her hooves on the ground on either side of him.

\tThen, when Poojawa was doing his best to rear back and pull himself out of her she reached down and grabbed him by the cheeks to hold him there, keeping him from pulling away any more.

\tHe glared up at her, barely able to suppress the grin that was plucking at the corners of his maw. He knew that Murais knew what she was doing. Pooj felt the urge to feign a struggle because he also knew if he did that it'd hit the right buttons for Muaris, who needed to feel the squirm in her womb to satisfy that estrus need to breed. Not only that, but he knew what she was going to do next. He let her.

\tSo he did exactly that, worming his way back into the grip of her palms wrapped around his cheek, tugging on her womb from within, fists balled up and locked in place  by her cervix around his wrists. He even put up a foot paw to the edge of the couch for leverage but didn't actually put any effort into it; his goal was no longer to escape her, he knew where he'd be spending the night.

\tAs expected, Muaris then slid her hands up the side of Pooj's head and gripped both his ears, one in each hand. She held firm and rotated her wrists to tug on the sabre-sune's ears, just enough that he felt the pressure but it didn't work.

\tInstantly, Poojawa felt the mule's depths expand around him, the passage that was already roomy growing cavernous around his forearms like he was floating in flesh and fluid. Muaris wasn't growing, Poojawa was shrinking. The tug on his ears had triggered a change he knew was coming, so when Muaris smiled down at him and pressed her palm to the back of his head to force his face into her mare muff, all Poojawa could do was stare, dead-eyed at her.

\tShe'd forced his mouth to her clit and slit flesh, so he couldn't talk, but that deadpan expression he gave her screamed disapproval. Not the kind he resented, it was a playful disapproval and she knew it, because she just smiled at him as she started grinding her hips into his face, her walls dilating to wrap around both his arms almost to the shoulder.

\tOnce they'd made eye contact and silently consented, she leaned her head back and brayed, the sound caught in her throat the moment she forced Poojawa's head fully into her.

\tEverything went black for Poojawa as Muaris's pink flesh slid over his face, the light snuffing out quickly the moment her lips passed his eyes and wrapped around his head. His sabre-teeth would have been problematic if his face wasn't shoved between his biceps, his arms dilating her to gape her all the way to the cervix that refused to let go of his wrists. That, and the shifted effect was proceeding, so he was no longer as big as he would have been had she not pulled both ears at once.

\tThere was a series of prods as Muaris grabbed Poojawa by the back of the head, the shoulders, and eventually the sides of his torso as she struggled to stuff his shrinking body into her. Her flesh proceeded down his body, swallowing him up one lurch at a time starting with the biggest one as her vulva practically swallowed his shoulders. Once that thickest part of him was through her entrance – which was the tightest segment of her needy passage – she clenched her loins around his midsection with a wink and practically swallowed him with her vaginal canal!

\tNot only did he get propelled into her, leaving only his legs and tail and cock hanging outside of her hungry mare lips, but the cervix around his wrists loosened up immediately, desperate to feel as much of his body pass through it and enter her womb. He squirmed, he writhed, and he pressed his elbows out to act like a stopper so he wouldn't go deeper, but mostly he just wanted to not be in an awkward diving position. And since her canal was so roomy, he could actually pull his arms down to fold on his chest instead of having them extended ahead of him.

\tSure, he was able to pull his wrists from the grip of her cervix, but with his entire torso lost to hungry, needy mule pussy and the womb just as desperate, he knew there was no further resistance to be had from his side. He did keep squirming, though! He excitedly slithered his spine like a snake, grinding his shoulders and face and hands out against her walls.

\tThe motions must have done something to Muaris, because the more he did it the tighter the entrance got and the more the walls seemed to swallow and gulp at his form, forcing him deeper. So he kept doing it as she grabbed both his thighs with her now relatively massive hands and pushed him in.

\tShe wasn't being shy at all. It seemed like Murais had felt the satisfaction of something in her womb and now she needed the rest as well, so she was gyrating her hips around Poojawa, hands on his legs as she stuffed him deeper and deeper, forcing him face first through her cervix to have her womb swallow him up. She clearly was in a state of orgasmic bliss because her entrance and the first segment of her depths were twitching and throbbing and constricting around his waist, thighs, tails, and eventually calves as she kept pushing and baring down on him, desperate.

\tHis shrinking form meant that he didn't take up as much room inside her, but the deeper he went the roomier she felt around him. Her pussy was snug and roomy but supportive, but the moment his head and upper body passed through her cervix to enter her womb, he felt like he had emerged into nothingness, only the softest, faintest touch of her walls caressed him.

\tEven though she continued to try to push on his feet paws to force him in deeper and Pooj had been faking resistance, he finally gave in fully and pulled his legs into her one by one, crawling on his knees through her canal to propel himself fully into her womb. His body pressed out against her inner folds, churning the copious amounts of fluids that her body produced to aid in his vaginal consumption.

\tIt didn't take long to curl his body up in her womb, the cervix passing over his hips in another notable lurch that had her insides descend in a desperate attempt to swallow him up. He felt the cervix constrict around his legs, like it knew that doing so would gulp him into place, so he once again pulled his feet in one at a time, then reached out to yank his tails in after.

\tThe instant he felt the last of his tails pass through the cervix, Muaris's womb sealed shut and he was left floating in flesh and fluid, held snugly in place while still having such soft pillows of womb wall around him that he could move freely and even extend his body straight. He did notice when he stretched, his foot found what he assumed to be abdominal wall, creating a little bulge.

\tHow cute he was. And how satisfied he was that he was finally able to relax and rest the way he'd wanted to like in the videos they were watching. He wasn't expecting to end up as a temporary womb inhabitant when he got home from work, but sometimes things just worked out that way. Especially when Muaris had those occasional bursts of needing to be pregnant when this was the only way to make her feel that way.

\tPooj's cock remained firm, pressed to his belly as he curled up in a ball, satisfied that he was going to be a pleasant bulge that Muaris would keep until her weekend was over and she had to go back to work. It was a perfect arrangement between roommates with benefits. Pooj got rest, she got satisfaction, and both got release.

\tBefore long, Poojawa felt fatigue overcome him – a natural side effect of being sent to a womb – and he was quickly lost to the most pleasant dreams of mule muff and satisfied roommates.

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\tSome time passed before Poojawa was woken by the sudden and intense contractions of flesh squeezing around him in rhythmic pulses. The fluid that buoyed him within the womb all drained as the cervix opened, evacuating his womb.

\tHe tried to resist, to broaden his stance within her so he didn't have to leave, but the squeezing and rhythmic contractions forced him face first towards the dilating cervix. When he tried to grab something to hold on, he naturally slipped and his body was forced out of the womb and through the orgasmically twitching vaginal passage, a flood of birthing fluids accompanying him.

\tEvery wrinkle and pillow of her flesh that passed by him, he tried to press out to slow the pace of his rebirth but nothing worked. It anything pressing certain patches of inner flesh just seemed to coax more sleek lubrication from the walls, making it even harder for him to resist the squeeze and push of her depths.

\tHis head breached her plump pussy lips, pressing them out from inside before  her slit dilated and her depths forced him half way out with one aggressive push. He ended up lurching out of her to land on a purple and blue sheet that was soaked with birthing gel, his cock barely poking out of her pussy right underneath her clit. She winked only once to tease and tickle his shaft before another contraction forced the rest of him out with another lurch.

\tThis left Poojawa in a pile of slime and a puddle of slick mess. His fur was coated and soaked, his body had gobs of the viscous fluid, and his cock was still as hard s when he disappeared into her.

\tAs he gained his bearings and blinked the slime away from his eyes, he took in the first breath of the day and laughed with delight while Muaris smiled down at him, arms on her knees while she assumed the birthing position. Her expression was warm, but her subtle body motions told Poojawa that she'd just enjoyed quite an intense orgasm or twelve.

\tThe locked eyes, and Poojawa reached out with one of her foot-paws, idly using toes to part Muaris's lips, insinuating he wanted to go back inside.

\tRight as they were about to continue, a nearby alarm went off, startling both of them. Poojawa caught a look at the clock and saw it was about time for both of them to get dressed and head to work.

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