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What if it hadn't always been that way, would that change your answer? And if someone wished to step in and fill that void, someone you least expected, would you say yes? A widowed stallion reminisces about the event that led him down the path he now lives with. He forgets, then remembers. \n\nThis piece is one of, if not the only, I've written in first-person and it was definitely a different experience. This is also one of the darkest short stories I've written, which is kind of saying something. I really wanted to dig deep into that dark pit that one must fall into after experiencing something like this, and try to lay a solid foundation for what I hope will be a short series. I don't have any outlines for the next few stories this would cover so don't hold your breath waiting on them. \n\nAnyway, do mind the tags and I welcome feedback. As always, my stories never get a second pass for proofreading so if you spot mistakes, that's why. \n\nThe dragon in this story is courtesy of https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sexydragon201/ and the char ref can be found here https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42838544/", "description_bbcode_parsed": "What would you do if you were alone? What if it hadn't always been that way, would that change your answer? And if someone wished to step in and fill that void, someone you least expected, would you say yes? A widowed stallion reminisces about the event that led him down the path he now lives with. He forgets, then remembers.

This piece is one of, if not the only, I've written in first-person and it was definitely a different experience. This is also one of the darkest short stories I've written, which is kind of saying something. I really wanted to dig deep into that dark pit that one must fall into after experiencing something like this, and try to lay a solid foundation for what I hope will be a short series. I don't have any outlines for the next few stories this would cover so don't hold your breath waiting on them.

Anyway, do mind the tags and I welcome feedback. As always, my stories never get a second pass for proofreading so if you spot mistakes, that's why.

The dragon in this story is courtesy of https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sexydragon201/ and the char ref can be found here https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42838544/", "writing": "[center]Can I Be Your Mare Pt. 1\n\nby\n\nSlimshod[/center]\n\n\tI turned over on my back in bed and felt the subtle weight of a body next to me. I kept my eyes closed, the tug on my heart was enough to tell me that is was all a dream. An illusion. A delusion. There hadn't been a body next to me in years, the empty space a reminder of what I had lost. I let out a sigh. How could I do this to myself? She was gone. Always would be. And yet, here I was, dreaming, yearning for her return so much that I dreamt up the feeling of someone next to me. \n\n\tI placed my arm across my face and eyes, in case I should will them to open, they would see naught but black. I felt a tear well into the corner of my eyes. My throat tightened. How long would I torture myself with this dream? Lying here, sheets covering my bare fur, the imagined breathing next to me, it was almost enough to send me over the edge. Oh how I missed her. She was everything, my everything. The burn of a dying fire singed my heart as the smallest sparks fought against the dark that surrounded them, the fire that had gone out long ago. What else was there? Ever since the moment, that horrifying, disgusting moment of having your life torn apart right before your eyes. My breath shuddered as I forced myself to relieve those moments. \n\n\tWe walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk into our favorite part of town, the lively, upbeat, social part of town with remarkable food and even more remarkable company. I didn't want for any other company though because she was with me. My mate. My other half. Her zebra pattern, dark hair tipped with purple, wide hips filling out her jeans just right, the light in her eyes as the smile on her face gave way to laughter. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and it was all for me to enjoy. My heart fluttered everytime she looked that way. I was truly a lucky stallion. \n\n\tOur hooves clopped down the sidewalk as we took in the mix of people already filtering in and out of the locals bars and restaurants. Cool evenings such as this always drew out the most people and made the night's activities more interesting. We both enjoyed the variety, getting to marvel at the gargantuan patrons to the most minuscule that almost got trampled under feet. Tonight was different though, people seemed to be on edge, eyes and ears twitching every which way, not nearly enjoying themselves outdoors as they used to. \n\n\tMy ears swiveled back and forth, trying to discern any particular sign of agitation or caution but couldn't pinpoint anything. Florance even picked up on it, shuffling closer to my side, holding my hand and giving it reassuring squeezes, which I returned in kind. I put my head on a swivel and scanned the streets and sidewalks, trying desperately to figure out why our favorite place in town had become a place to flee. That's when I noticed it. People were moving away from us more than they were moving with us. We were headed in the opposite direction. I stopped and mentioned to Flo what I was seeing and she nodded, ears back, eyes full of that same worry that I felt in the pit of my stomach. I told her we should go back and she agreed, but we didn't get far. \n\n\tAs soon as we turned we ran head first into the massive, muscular legs of a dragon. His jeans were town at the knees, his giant claws splayed across the ground taking up the entire sidewalk. I apologized before even looking up but when I did I felt the blood drain into my hooves. Beyond his exposed abs and pecs, above those chained nipples and the spiked collar, was the grinning face of a predator. Framed by his purple hair and topped with horns, my immediate instincts were to run. Social norms be damned, run! I should have. Oh maker above, I should have. \n\n\tI felt the weight of it before I knew what it was that sent me into the patio furniture of the establishment we'd stopped in front of. The neon sign flashed into my eyes, dazed, confused until I heard her screams. Flo's screams. I shook my head and got up to find her her in the grips of the massive dragon bastard that had knocked me on my ass. He has her in his claws, those impossibly massive claws, and was tearing the clothing from her body. A single nail was all it took, right down her middle, right through her loose fit shirt, her pants, and her underwear, rending her naked to the world as they fell in tatters to the floor. My blood went from ice to on fire. This motherfucker wouldn't get away with this! I bolted from my impact crater and launched myself into his leg, throwing all of my equine weight into my charge. I might as well have tried to move the pillar of the world. \n\n\tPain erupted into my shoulder and I spun to the ground, air cast from my chest as I collapsed. For a second time that night I lay stunned by what had happened. The next was the third as I felt a building pin itself atop my back. A fraction of lung space was all I was afforded as I struggled to retain consciousness, the creeping blackness on the edges of my vision threatening to pull my into their abyss. But her screams kept me present. I wish it hadn't. I wish blackness had taken me. \n\n\tThe dragon laughed as he looked down at me, helpless as he peeled his pants away from his bulging groin to reveal a cock pierced and decorated with jewelry and studs at the tip and length. Around his incredible balls was a matching ring that inflated the testicles even more. His intentions were clear and my blood once again turned to frigid temperatures as it coursed through my veins. This couldn't be happening. `Wake up!' I told myself. I begged myself to wake up but under his claw I remained as he brought my mate down onto his disgustingly large cock. Her cries...I don't know if they were from pain or shame and I didn't want to know which. That massive member pierced her and filled her immediately, leaving almost no room for anything else. That's when I felt myself start to cry. \n\n\tI pounded the ground. I twisted my body and thrashed against that insidious claw and punched, writhed, clawed, and struggled with everything I had. I had to stop this! I had to save Flo from this monster! He plunged her down on his cock again and again, stopping her cries because all the air was forced out of her. She reached for him and his hands, tried to pry at his hands but nothing worked. He was far too strong for her and each passing thrust vanished more strength from my precious mate. Soon she was just a ragdoll, letting the bastard use her as he saw fit while I still sought a way out of my predicament, defeat creeping in. \n\n\tI watched him lick her body with that slimy purple tongue, from crotch to snout, up between her breasts, even taking the time to play with the black nipples adorning those large mounds. Her breasts had been amazing when we made love, sucking on those sensitive buttons, getting her to moan and climax extra hard, now being used against her. Her breasts were hardly a mouthful for the dragon. She was a play thing to him and I hated him for it. I hated everything about him. I wanted him to burn. Burn die suffer burn die! As much as I wished for his death as he raped my wife it didn't happen. If anything was listening, it didn't care. \n\n\tThe sounds he made as he climaxed were like a truck switching gears. Deep, throaty, choked, and disgusting. Veins covered his balls as they swelled even larger than before and forced their awful seed up through the ring restricting them. His cock bulged with pressure that he spewed into Flo. Thankfully she looked like she was entirely out of it so she wouldn't have to experience the violation. I closed my eyes as cum from her overfilled belly began to rain down on me. I kept my eyes closed, not knowing how much of the wetness was from the vermin's seed and how much was from my own tears. All I know is it seemed to never end and I awoke to be swimming in a pool of both. Snot ran down my snout. At least I hadn't pissed myself, for whatever shred of dignity that saved me. I knew Flo had none left. The fucker had stripped her of it. \n\n\tI blinked and looked up, hoping he was done and that we could now leave this horrifying nightmare together, pick up whatever pieces of our life that we could. He held her bloated body atop his cock for a moment before pulling her limp form off, no sense of awareness in those limbs or body. A fresh well of tears pumped from my heart to my eyes. Through bleary eyes I watched as he savored his handiwork, tongue lapping at her ruined pussy, sliding between her striped cheeks to sample her dark donut, no resistance. Cum ran down her legs and dripped to the street far below, making for my own sad stormcloud. Then his maw opened and I screamed. \n\n\tI screamed and I screamed, with whatever air I could find in my lungs as the dragon moved my darling zebra wife into his mouth legs first. His tongue wrapped around them to pull them together and they were pushed into the back of his throat. I screamed for him to stop. I screamed for help. I looked anywhere and everywhere, at any person that was within sight begging they do something, do something to stop the murder of my wife! My eyes fixated on his insane act of consumption as he pulled her hips into his mouth, sucking on the juices that spilled out from between his jaws, propping her upper half with his hand. I prayed to whatever might be out there that she would remain unconscious for this, this...abominable act as she was devoured right before my very eyes and whatever it was must have heard my prayers for the light never came back to her eyes before he sucked her completely into his maw. A small mercy for the love of my life. \n\n\tHe hummed to himself and made disgusting sounds with his mouth, no doubt tasting and sampling my beloved mate before he tilted his head back and I watched the bulge of her body descend into the depths of his belly. I could see the path clearly, only briefly slowed by the monster's collar but soon disappeared below the pecs and mountain range of muscle. Just like that, she was gone. Flo was gone. 12 years of life together, utterly destroyed and ripped apart. I didn't even feel him lift his claw off me, for the weight I felt from that moment was the same. I wished he had crushed me, finished us both, save me from this hell of a life. But his sense of humor was as twisted as his act of predation and he left me alive. He even thanked me, at least that's what I think he said. My heart pounded in my eardrums. Deaf and numb to the world around me. Soaked in the putrid fluids of the ordeal. \n\n\tI was home. I don't know how. I don't know when. I was home though. I sat in my lounge chair still wet and gross from what I had just lived through. It was dark. One light lit the room. I stared at the floor waiting for it to open up and swallow me, to take me to that blessed oblivion that I yearned for. I wished for death. I invited it in. I welcomed it. I wanted it. \n\n\tTears flowed down my face as this feeling washed over my for the umpteenth time. They collected and soaked into my pillow under my head. I let out a small sob into the dark of the room. The dead air gave no solace, no reprieve to this feeling of infinite loss. Who was I but a creature of infinite sorrow? Endless pain inside, burning away at everything that had been left behind that day.\n\n\tI gasped for air as I hadn't realized I had been holding my breath. My chest heaved under the sheets, brushing gently against my fur, their warmth a faint glimmer of her warmth. Not the same. Never the same. Alone. I was alone in this bed. I would be for the rest of my life. Even my kids couldn't help to fill the void. My kids...they...oh maker, my kids. \n\n\tA sudden rush of clarity and clairvoyance hit me like a train speeding along magnetic tracks. My daughter, devastated. Acting out. Forever rebellious after mom's death. No control. Chaos. Anarchy. She found another pred. Said she wanted to go like mom. Begged her to stay. Begged her to stop. Please come back. Don't do this. Video never changed. Slipped between those predator lips and was gone. Just like mom. Threw life away. I should have done more. Could have done more. Bottle. Life in the bottom of a bottle. Only way to live. Only way to know how. The bottle. Broken. So broken. Broken like the bottle. Bottle on the floor. Hooves. Son. Son's hooves. He picks it up. Son. I'm so sorry. Eyes close. Hand on face. Cry. Weep. Weep for daughter and mother. Weep for son. What have I become?\n\n\tI lash out and send a fist into the mattress below me, I bark into the dark from the fire inside as it burns hotter. I hear the shuffle of sheets and stop. That isn't me.\n\n\t``Dad? Are you ok?'' \n\n\tI take the arm from my eyes and open them. Tears and bleary darkness fill everything, I can't see anything in front of me but I feel the touch of small hands across my bare belly, sliding across until it holds me, as if comforting me. I reach over to the nightstand and turn on the light and am greeted by the squinting eyes of my son lying on my chest. I look down, stunned, unable to comprehend what I'm seeing. My son, here with me, in bed. Did we...\n\n\t``It's ok, dad, we did. I wanted it, remember?'' \n\n\tHe reaches up and strokes my jaw as my wife did, sensual yet firm enough to tell me he's here for me. It feels comforting. I give him a small smile and an even smaller nod. This colt here with me, acting as my special someone. I had made him my special someone if what he said was true. He looked at me with those big blue eyes, the eyes of his mother, and leaned up to kiss me, planting his lips on mine. They were so small, warm, and soft. His body shifted to be on top of mine and I felt his nudity as his crotch pressed against mine, then slid up to my belly so he could nestle his head into my neck. By instinct my arms wrapped around him and held tight. I closed my eyes tight and cried again, this time for the shred of happiness this colt had brought to me. I held him there and he stroked my jaw, his weight the greatest blanket I could have asked for, as we both drifted back into the dark oblivion of sleep. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Can I Be Your Mare Pt. 1

by

Slimshod


\tI turned over on my back in bed and felt the subtle weight of a body next to me. I kept my eyes closed, the tug on my heart was enough to tell me that is was all a dream. An illusion. A delusion. There hadn't been a body next to me in years, the empty space a reminder of what I had lost. I let out a sigh. How could I do this to myself? She was gone. Always would be. And yet, here I was, dreaming, yearning for her return so much that I dreamt up the feeling of someone next to me.

\tI placed my arm across my face and eyes, in case I should will them to open, they would see naught but black. I felt a tear well into the corner of my eyes. My throat tightened. How long would I torture myself with this dream? Lying here, sheets covering my bare fur, the imagined breathing next to me, it was almost enough to send me over the edge. Oh how I missed her. She was everything, my everything. The burn of a dying fire singed my heart as the smallest sparks fought against the dark that surrounded them, the fire that had gone out long ago. What else was there? Ever since the moment, that horrifying, disgusting moment of having your life torn apart right before your eyes. My breath shuddered as I forced myself to relieve those moments.

\tWe walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk into our favorite part of town, the lively, upbeat, social part of town with remarkable food and even more remarkable company. I didn't want for any other company though because she was with me. My mate. My other half. Her zebra pattern, dark hair tipped with purple, wide hips filling out her jeans just right, the light in her eyes as the smile on her face gave way to laughter. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and it was all for me to enjoy. My heart fluttered everytime she looked that way. I was truly a lucky stallion.

\tOur hooves clopped down the sidewalk as we took in the mix of people already filtering in and out of the locals bars and restaurants. Cool evenings such as this always drew out the most people and made the night's activities more interesting. We both enjoyed the variety, getting to marvel at the gargantuan patrons to the most minuscule that almost got trampled under feet. Tonight was different though, people seemed to be on edge, eyes and ears twitching every which way, not nearly enjoying themselves outdoors as they used to.

\tMy ears swiveled back and forth, trying to discern any particular sign of agitation or caution but couldn't pinpoint anything. Florance even picked up on it, shuffling closer to my side, holding my hand and giving it reassuring squeezes, which I returned in kind. I put my head on a swivel and scanned the streets and sidewalks, trying desperately to figure out why our favorite place in town had become a place to flee. That's when I noticed it. People were moving away from us more than they were moving with us. We were headed in the opposite direction. I stopped and mentioned to Flo what I was seeing and she nodded, ears back, eyes full of that same worry that I felt in the pit of my stomach. I told her we should go back and she agreed, but we didn't get far.

\tAs soon as we turned we ran head first into the massive, muscular legs of a dragon. His jeans were town at the knees, his giant claws splayed across the ground taking up the entire sidewalk. I apologized before even looking up but when I did I felt the blood drain into my hooves. Beyond his exposed abs and pecs, above those chained nipples and the spiked collar, was the grinning face of a predator. Framed by his purple hair and topped with horns, my immediate instincts were to run. Social norms be damned, run! I should have. Oh maker above, I should have.

\tI felt the weight of it before I knew what it was that sent me into the patio furniture of the establishment we'd stopped in front of. The neon sign flashed into my eyes, dazed, confused until I heard her screams. Flo's screams. I shook my head and got up to find her her in the grips of the massive dragon bastard that had knocked me on my ass. He has her in his claws, those impossibly massive claws, and was tearing the clothing from her body. A single nail was all it took, right down her middle, right through her loose fit shirt, her pants, and her underwear, rending her naked to the world as they fell in tatters to the floor. My blood went from ice to on fire. This motherfucker wouldn't get away with this! I bolted from my impact crater and launched myself into his leg, throwing all of my equine weight into my charge. I might as well have tried to move the pillar of the world.

\tPain erupted into my shoulder and I spun to the ground, air cast from my chest as I collapsed. For a second time that night I lay stunned by what had happened. The next was the third as I felt a building pin itself atop my back. A fraction of lung space was all I was afforded as I struggled to retain consciousness, the creeping blackness on the edges of my vision threatening to pull my into their abyss. But her screams kept me present. I wish it hadn't. I wish blackness had taken me.

\tThe dragon laughed as he looked down at me, helpless as he peeled his pants away from his bulging groin to reveal a cock pierced and decorated with jewelry and studs at the tip and length. Around his incredible balls was a matching ring that inflated the testicles even more. His intentions were clear and my blood once again turned to frigid temperatures as it coursed through my veins. This couldn't be happening. `Wake up!' I told myself. I begged myself to wake up but under his claw I remained as he brought my mate down onto his disgustingly large cock. Her cries...I don't know if they were from pain or shame and I didn't want to know which. That massive member pierced her and filled her immediately, leaving almost no room for anything else. That's when I felt myself start to cry.

\tI pounded the ground. I twisted my body and thrashed against that insidious claw and punched, writhed, clawed, and struggled with everything I had. I had to stop this! I had to save Flo from this monster! He plunged her down on his cock again and again, stopping her cries because all the air was forced out of her. She reached for him and his hands, tried to pry at his hands but nothing worked. He was far too strong for her and each passing thrust vanished more strength from my precious mate. Soon she was just a ragdoll, letting the bastard use her as he saw fit while I still sought a way out of my predicament, defeat creeping in.

\tI watched him lick her body with that slimy purple tongue, from crotch to snout, up between her breasts, even taking the time to play with the black nipples adorning those large mounds. Her breasts had been amazing when we made love, sucking on those sensitive buttons, getting her to moan and climax extra hard, now being used against her. Her breasts were hardly a mouthful for the dragon. She was a play thing to him and I hated him for it. I hated everything about him. I wanted him to burn. Burn die suffer burn die! As much as I  wished for his death as he raped my wife it didn't happen. If anything was listening, it didn't care.

\tThe sounds he made as he climaxed were like a truck switching gears. Deep, throaty, choked, and disgusting. Veins covered his balls as they swelled even larger than before and forced their awful seed up through the ring restricting them. His cock bulged with pressure that he spewed into Flo. Thankfully she looked like she was entirely out of it so she wouldn't have to experience the violation. I closed my eyes as cum from her overfilled belly began to rain down on me. I kept my eyes closed, not knowing how much of the wetness was from the vermin's seed and how much was from my own tears. All I know is it seemed to never end and I awoke to be swimming in a pool of both. Snot ran down my snout. At least I hadn't pissed myself, for whatever shred of dignity that saved me. I knew Flo had none left. The fucker had stripped her of it.

\tI blinked and looked up, hoping he was done and that we could now leave this horrifying nightmare together, pick up whatever pieces of our life that we could. He held her bloated body atop his cock for a moment before pulling her limp form off, no sense of awareness in those limbs or body. A fresh well of tears pumped from my heart to my eyes. Through bleary eyes I watched as he savored his handiwork, tongue lapping at her ruined pussy, sliding between her striped cheeks to sample her dark donut, no resistance. Cum ran down her legs and dripped to the street far below, making for my own sad stormcloud. Then his maw opened and I screamed.

\tI screamed and I screamed, with whatever air I could find in my lungs as the dragon moved my darling zebra wife into his mouth legs first. His tongue wrapped around them to pull them together and they were pushed into the back of his throat. I screamed for him to stop. I screamed for help. I looked anywhere and everywhere, at any person that was within sight begging they do something, do something to stop the murder of my wife! My eyes fixated on his insane act of consumption as he pulled her hips into his mouth, sucking on the juices that spilled out from between his jaws, propping her upper half with his hand. I prayed to whatever might be out there that she would remain unconscious for this, this...abominable act as she was devoured right before my very eyes and whatever it was must have heard my prayers for the light never came back to her eyes before he sucked her completely into his maw. A small mercy for the love of my life.

\tHe hummed to himself and made disgusting sounds with his mouth, no doubt tasting and sampling my beloved mate before he tilted his head back and I watched the bulge of her body descend into the depths of his belly. I could see the path clearly, only briefly slowed by the monster's collar but soon disappeared below the pecs and mountain range of muscle. Just like that, she was gone. Flo was gone. 12 years of life together, utterly destroyed and ripped apart. I didn't even feel him lift his claw off me, for the weight I felt from that moment was the same. I wished he had crushed me, finished us both, save me from this hell of a life. But his sense of humor was as twisted as his act of predation and he left me alive. He even thanked me, at least that's what I think he said. My heart pounded in my eardrums. Deaf and numb to the world around me. Soaked in the putrid fluids of the ordeal.

\tI was home. I don't know how. I don't know when. I was home though. I sat in my lounge chair still wet and gross from what I had just lived through. It was dark. One light lit the room. I stared at the floor waiting for it to open up and swallow me, to take me to that blessed oblivion that I yearned for. I wished for death. I invited it in. I welcomed it. I wanted it.

\tTears flowed down my face as this feeling washed over my for the umpteenth time. They collected and soaked into my pillow under my head. I let out a small sob into the dark of the room. The dead air gave no solace, no reprieve to this feeling of infinite loss. Who was I but a creature of infinite sorrow? Endless pain inside, burning away at everything that had been left behind that day.

\tI gasped for air as I hadn't realized I had been holding my breath. My chest heaved under the sheets, brushing gently against my fur, their warmth a faint glimmer of her warmth. Not the same. Never the same. Alone. I was alone in this bed. I would be for the rest of my life. Even my kids couldn't help to fill the void. My kids...they...oh maker, my kids.

\tA sudden rush of clarity and clairvoyance hit me like a train speeding along magnetic tracks. My daughter, devastated. Acting out. Forever rebellious after mom's death. No control. Chaos. Anarchy. She found another pred. Said she wanted to go like mom. Begged her to stay. Begged her to stop. Please come back. Don't do this. Video never changed. Slipped between those predator lips and was gone. Just like mom. Threw life away. I should have done more. Could have done more. Bottle. Life in the bottom of a bottle. Only way to live. Only way to know how. The bottle. Broken. So broken. Broken like the bottle. Bottle on the floor. Hooves. Son. Son's hooves. He picks it up. Son. I'm so sorry. Eyes close. Hand on face. Cry. Weep. Weep for daughter and mother. Weep for son. What have I become?

\tI lash out and send a fist into the mattress below me, I bark into the dark from the fire inside as it burns hotter. I hear the shuffle of sheets and stop. That isn't me.

\t``Dad? Are you ok?''

\tI take the arm from my eyes and open them. Tears and bleary darkness fill everything, I can't see anything in front of me but I feel the touch of small hands across my bare belly, sliding across until it holds me, as if comforting me. I reach over to the nightstand and turn on the light and am greeted by the squinting eyes of my son lying on my chest. I look down, stunned, unable to comprehend what I'm seeing. My son, here with me, in bed. Did we...

\t``It's ok, dad, we did. I wanted it, remember?''

\tHe reaches up and strokes my jaw as my wife did, sensual yet firm enough to tell me he's here for me. It feels comforting. I give him a small smile and an even smaller nod. This colt here with me, acting as my special someone. I had made him my special someone if what he said was true. He looked at me with those big blue eyes, the eyes of his mother, and leaned up to kiss me, planting his lips on mine. They were so small, warm, and soft. His body shifted to be on top of mine and I felt his nudity as his crotch pressed against mine, then slid up to my belly so he could nestle his head into my neck. By instinct my arms wrapped around him and held tight. I closed my eyes tight and cried again, this time for the shred of happiness this colt had brought to me. I held him there and he stroked my jaw, his weight the greatest blanket I could have asked for, as we both drifted back into the dark oblivion of sleep.

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