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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tokio_Hotel
  Relationship:
      Bill_Kaulitz/Tom_Kaulitz
  Character:
      Bill_Kaulitz, Tom_Kaulitz
  Additional Tags:
      Mythical_Beings_&_Creatures, Fantasy, Alternate_Universe
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-21 Words: 4766
****** Cathouse ******
by Billxbesitztxmeinxherz
Summary
      Bill is a neko, a breed of half human half feline, that works in a
      Cathouse popular among a werewolf cliental. An especially young and
               aggressive werewolf named Tom pays Bill a visit.
The sounds of the drunken customers downstairs were muffled through the door
that separate young Bill from the patrons in the lower seating area.
Bill’s room was special in that it had a window that allowed Bill to
peer out at the busy streets below. He often enjoyed sitting in front of that
grimy window all day watching, as life seemed to pass him by.
The sun was setting over downtown Rutherglen as the busy figures of clients
shuffled in through the doors of the Cathouse. It was a large and imposing
structure in one of the nastiest cities imaginable at one of the nastiest ends
of town possible. Still men flocked from all over to try and get in to this
establishment, although many were often turned away which occasionally caused
fights to break out.
For young Bill did work in any common whorehouse, no, Bill worked at Madame
Ratatouille’s Cathouse. It was a highly specialized operation that only
had whores from ages ten to eighteen, after that you were on your own. However
it was that every young whore working in the Cathouse was a neko that really
drove in the crowds. Nekos, half human half feline, were a dying breed as the
human race was very quickly dying out. Soon there would be very few true nekos
left as most would simply become more feline than human. Nekos were also
especially well known for being very skilled bed partners; as such bedding a
neko was a hot commodity.
Young Bill was currently fourteen and tonight he was nervous. For you see,
tonight was the first night that Bill would no longer be sold off to the red
card group. The red card reserved the younger nekos exclusively for demons, for
they were the gentlest clients. However once the red card came off, Bill would
be available to the larger and more violent breed that dominated most of Madame
Ratatouille’s business.
Handsome man after handsome man, looking fully human in the fading daylight,
would walk through those front doors and transform into the beasts they truly
were. Bill had watched the transformation from ‘human’ to
werewolf many times and it frightened him. Bill was smart enough to listen to
the horror tales the older nekos told at dinnertime, rather than childishly
covering his ears at the others did, about how truly awful werewolf clients
were. Bill listened and witnessed himself the physical damage a young or
pubescent werewolf could inflict in the throes of passion. When a werewolf went
through puberty it reached its maximum strength and always had an insatiable
hunger that left many of Madame Ratatouille’s nekos sore and raw.
“Bill?” A voice startled Bill from his thoughts, “The
doors are closing.”
Bill peered out his window once more to see indeed that the front doors of the
brothel were closing leaving many angry werewolves to bang on the doors
outside. Gustav beckoned Bill to follow him with a flick of his wonderfully
orange tail as the two left the neko’s small room.
“The red card comes off you, Georg, and Andreas tonight.” Gustav
whispered ears twitching at the loud drunken howls coming from the seating area
below. The two were walking on a skywalk that hung directly over where the
customers were seated. It was darkly light in the brothel but Bill and
Gustav’s feline instincts allowed to navigate along the small walkway
with ease.
“It comes off many more as well,” Bill said bitterly tail
thrashing, “A total of twenty will be available to the older customers
today.”
“I saw Claude seated at table three hundred and six.” Gustav said
sending his younger friend a small smile, “Perhaps he will buy you
tonight as he always does.”
“Not tonight.” Bill shook his head as he thought of the handsome
kind demon, “Claude is no fool. He knows the competition he will be
facing in order to get into my bed tonight.”
“I just feel bad for Georg,” Gustav as the two descended down
into the customer area, “Georg was crying all of last night in
fear.”
“Crying won’t solve him anything.” Bill began to head
towards the small stage at the front of the massive room.
The smell of cigars hung in heavy plumes of smoke in the air that made
Bill’s eyes water but it was nowhere near as bad as the sound of the
thousands of werewolves talking amongst themselves. You see, werewolves think
that they are often very funny, even when they are not, and have this awful
habit of laughing loudly and throwing their whole bodies into it. The candles
on the carefully decorated tables illuminated the werewolves’ forms and
cast shadows around the grand hall of their great muzzles snapping.
“Hey there Gustav,” One werewolf reached out a giant paw to grab
the neko close as the pair passed, “You saving yourself for me
tonight?”
“Unhand him.” Bill fumed, fists clenching at his side as his tail
thrashed. The werewolf paused and looked away from Gustav to Bill. His eyes
narrowed into a menacing expression and Bill hissed back at him.
“Bill back down.” Gustav said not at all seeming concerned that
the werewolf had still yet to release him, “He’s a customer. One
must always respect the customer.”
“Yeah,” Bill rolled his eyes still hostile, “As if I-
”
“You’ll have to excuse him.” Gustav smiled sweetly turning
towards the werewolf, “That one is just getting his red card removed
tonight so he’s a little nervous.”
“Ah!” The werewolf said as if it all made sense now,
“He’s scared is that it?”
“So you’ve only been sleeping with demons, huh? Babe why
don’t I buy you tonight and show you what a real man is like in
bed?” Another werewolf at the table leered as the whole group erupted in
laughter again. One banged his paw down on the table hard causing all of their
alcoholic drinks to spill across the table.
Bill hissed once more flattening his ears against his head and Gustav sighed
dramatically pulling out of his customer’s arms.
“Well we best be going now.” Gustav smiled cutely waving his tail
in goodbye. He then turned towards the werewolf that had grabbed him earlier
and winked, “And David, you better be the first one bidding on me
tonight or I’m going to be mad.”
“I’ll be the first and the last.” David inclined his head
and Gustav erupted in a fit of giggles that had Bill rolling his eyes. Then the
pair was walking towards the stage again as the time drew nearer for the
auction to start.
“Don’t sulk like that.” Gustav said slipping behind the
stage’s front curtain, “You look like someone poured a bucket of
water over you.”
“Shove off.” Bill said looking I distain as the nekos of various
ages began to line up. Gustav mumbled something about Bill be pissy before
walking off to join his own age.
“Line up! Line up! Is everyone in order?” Madame Ratatouille
called as she walked on stage surveying her workers. She was an old French rat
that still spoke with a heavy accent although Bill personally thought that she
did it to sound affected.
“Red cards to the back of the stage,. You will auctioned off last
tonight.” Madame sighed waving her paw and Bill grimaced at the sight of
her long red nails, “New market nekos up front and center with
me.”
Bill and the twenty other new boys moved forward in a jumbled mess of tangled
tails and quivering bodies. The call for the curtain to be raised was given and
soon the young nekos were blinking out at the bright lights on the now revealed
stage. The audience cheered in joy and the boy next to Bill swallowed loudly.
However Bill’s attention was drawn to the all too familiar figure of
Claude sitting stoically in the back of the room. His face twitched ever so
slightly in what resembled a demon’s version of a grin when the
pair’s eyes locked.
“Fucking wolves.” Bill muttered under his breath as some
particularly excited patrons threw their heads back in a howl and thumped their
tails. Some of the wealthier customers even had their own personal nekos seated
in their laps, petting their hair as if they were little dolls, and Bill felt
sick.
“Gentlemen!” Madame Ratatouille spoke into her microphone and the
crowd roared in approval, “My most honorable guests welcome to Madame
Ratatouille’s Cathouse!”
More than half of the tables erupted in cheers once more as the ones towards
the back applauded politely. One table especially caught Bill’s eye as
he spotted a group of four young pubescent werewolves. The larger of the group,
but still not as a large as a full-grown adult, caught Bill’s eye and
smirked. Bill’s back stiffened as he cursed his bad luck as the black
furred werewolf nudged his friends and motioned towards Bill. He was easy to
pick out as most nekos were either grey, orange, or white. Bill’s
genetics had somehow managed to get him a sleek black coat of fur that stood
out from the rest.
“Tonight is that special time of the year when some of our dear nekos
turn fourteen.” Madame winked at the audience, “Some of them are
very shy so try to be too rough with them, boys? How about we take a look at
tonight’s group?”
“First on the stage is Georg whom we got from the pleasure districts in
Trancy. He’s a fie young neko with a shiny grey coat. He’s a bit
burlier than the rest, so we’re looking for some larger customers.
Gentlemen?”
Instantly a few werewolves began calling out prices over one another. This
chaos continued on for another several minutes until poor Georg was finally
sent off with an older and much larger than normal werewolf. The poor neko
looked close to tears with his tail dragging behind him and his ears drooping.
Boy after boy was shoved into the spotlight after that, each one being sent
back to their rooms with a hungry werewolf at their tails. Some customers had
gotten so riled up that their poor neko pets in their laps were having
difficultly balancing on the menacing bulge in their pants. Bill was utterly
disgusted and soon it was his time for the spotlight as well.
“Our next neko is named Bill. Bill is very special to our little family
for a number of reasons. First off being that we obtained him Madame
Lapin’s Cathouse down the street, gentlemen if you wing both ways Madame
Lapin has a lovely selection of ladies, and secondly being Bill’s
exquisite black coat.”
Madame Ratatouille shoved Bill forward slightly and young neko felt all of the
fiery hot courage he’d had before leave his body. A sea of calculating
eyes stared back at Bill for a few moments before the young werewolf that Bill
had spotted before spoke up.
“I’ll bid forty thousand carats.” The black werewolf said
as Madame nodded in his direction.
“Fifty thousand carats.” Claude spoke up surprising Bill and he
blushed ducking his head. The black werewolf sent a furious look back towards
the demon that simply nodded his head in the beast’s direction.
“Sixty thousand carats.” The werewolf said turning to glance back
at Bill who was still staring dreamily at the demon that was also bidding on
him.
“Sixty five thousand carats and that’s as high as I’ll go
I’m afraid.” The demon’s exterior was cold but Bill swore
that he could hear the slightest sound of regret in his voice. Bill smiled
weakly in understanding as the young werewolf looked triumphant.
“Seventy thousand carats.” The werewolf smirked as his table
erupted in laughter at their friend’s cocky grin, “Does anyone
else wish to challenge me?”
“Seventy thousand carats by Mr. Tom Kaulitz.” Madame Ratatouille
called looking around at the audience, “Going once. Going twice. Sold to
Mr. Kaulitz at the price of seventy thousand carats.”
Tom, the black-coated werewolf, motioned towards the guards on stage who moved
closer towards Bill in order to bring him to the table. Two large crocodiles,
one on either side, grabbed Bill’s arms and were about to walk off stage
when Madame covered the mic and spoke to Bill.
“Seventy thousand carats.” She spat, whiskers twitching in
annoyance, “I knew that I wouldn’t get a good price for you, you
little piece of shit. Have fun with Tom he’s at the peak of his growth
now so he’s sure to be savage. I hope he rips that condescending grin
off that damn face of yours.”
Bill flattened his ears and hissed back at the rat before he was carried off
stage. The guards made their way through the crowd before plopping Bill into
Tom’s lap and holding out a room key.
“His room is on the second floor, third from the stairwell on the
right.” One guard spoke, “You are to ring the service bell when
you are done with him.”
“Watch out for this one.” The other guard grinned at Tom, yellow
eyes flickering, “He scratches, swipe that nose right off of
you.”
“Don’t worry.” Tom chuckled wrapping his arms around
Bill’s frame who squeaked. While Tom was still not full-grown he was at
least three times the size of Bill and had the muscle to go with it.
“This one doesn’t look too dangerous.” Tom finished as his
table laughed once more. Bill’s ear twitched in annoyance which caused
the whole table and Tom to laugh once more.
“So pet,” Tom breathed flexing his arms around Bill tightly. Bill
felt his ribs being crushed and he yowled in pain as the pressure on increased,
“Ready for some fun?”
===============================================================================
Bill reluctantly let himself be dragged up the stairs towards his room and
thrown on his bed. The force of which Tom had thrown caused his body to bounce
a few times and Tom laughed locking the door behind him.
“Strip.” Tom commanded and Bill went through the movements until
every article of clothing was removed. He then sat crossed legged, and naked,
staring at Tom for further instructions.
“Are you scared?” Tom breathed hackles rising in anticipation.
“Yes.” Bill answered truthfully although his exterior remained
stoic.
“Has anyone in the Cathouse ever told you about me?” Tom asked
standing next to the bed. He lifted a massive paw and stroked Bill’s
soft hair causing the neko to whimper. Tom growled in approval at the weak
noise and began to remove his own clothes as well.
“They say that you break bones.” Bill said cursing himself for
making any noise at all, “You slept with Benjamin last week and snapped
his leg in two. They say that you don’t stop when we ask you to. They
say that you’ve eaten nekos before when you’re done with
them.”
“Indeed, my little one. How very clever you are to know so much about a
client that you have never met before.” Tom hummed amused,
“Surely not all in the Cathouse are as smart as you are.”
“I’m not smart.” Bill shook his head, eyes narrowing as
Tom’s hand moved to Bill’s slender shoulders, “I just keep
my ears open and listen.”
“They said that you scratch.” Tom’s hand glided further
down until reaching Bill’s lower back. Bill’s breath hitched at
the feeling of fur against his back and his tail spasmed violently in confused
pleasure. Tom chuckled and pressed his mouth to Bill’s ear.
“Where is that spunk now?”
“They’re would be no point in fighting you.” Bill stated,
“You are twice my size and in your species prime. It would be foolish to
try and attack.”
“You’re taking all the fun out of this. What’s the point
of buying a neko fresh on the market if they do not resist?” Tom smiled
claws pressing into the plumpness of Bill’s rear and Bill winced.
“You should have purchased Georg then.” Bill sniffed as Tom moved
closer yet to look the neko in the eyes, “H-he was crying all of last
night.”
“Will you cry for me, little pet?” Tom’s breathing became
heavier as the scent of arousal filled the air and Bill squeezed his eyes shut.
Tom sniffed at Bill’s neck before licking a stripe up it with his hot
long tongue.
“You even taste like a human.” Tom chuckled brining both of his
paws to settle on Bill’s hips, “What a treat you nekos
are.”
“You smell like the forest.” Bill shot back offended that he
would be compared to that lowly species that was now all most extinct,
“Demons smell like blood and yet you smell like a grubby tree.”
“Ah yes demons.” Tom’s brown eyes flashed and Bill pulled
back slightly in fear at the expression he now wore, “You did seem to
favor them now that I think of it.”
“That will change tonight.” Tom smirked leaning down to suck on
the junction between Bill’s neck and shoulder. Bill squeaked in surprise
at how utterly different Tom felt against his body and found that he was
arching into Tom’s touch.
“I doubt that.” Bill muttered under his breath sullenly and
Tom’s pointed ears cocked forward in attention.
“Fight me.” He smiled wickedly squeezing Bill roughly as if he
were a toy.
“Excuse me?” Bill bawked looking to the beast to see if he were
insane.
“I’m a customer so I expect to get what I paid for.” Tom
said giving Bill another rough squeeze, “Fight me.”
“Get off of me.” Bill said flatly.
“Make me.” Tom challenged beginning to get very excited.
“Get off of me you filthy beast.” Bill raised his voice giving
Tom a slightly shove.
“Oh yes.” Tom moaned in pleasure.
“If you even so much as try and touch me,” Bill said raising his
hand that was human in appearance, “I’ll scratch your nose
off.”
“We’ll see about that.” Tom said suddenly looking like a
full out predator before he lunged at Bill like one.
Bill cried out in genuine fear as Tom began to savagely bite at Bill’s
neck. He broke skin and shook Bill the way a dog bites into meat before ripping
into it. Bill yowled in pain as his claws came out instinctively, sinking deep
into Tom’s fur who moaned.
“T-Tom!” Bill gasped as he felt Tom’s full weight pressing
down into him, “Tom! I can’t breath!”
“If you want to breath, my pet,” Tom panted eyes ablaze with
mischief, “Fight me.”
“You’re crazy!” Bill cried out in fear as Tom pawed at
Bill and treated him roughly.
Bill was thrown further up on the bed to behold Tom’s member that rose
proudly in the air like a sword. Bill’s eyes rounded in fear as he took
how red and swollen it looked before looking back to Tom’s smirking
face.
“I’m going to shove this,” He humped Bill spreading his
sticky fluids across Bill’s body, “Inside of you.”
“Oh.” Bill said weakly as Tom gripped Bill’s arms hard
enough to leave bruises.
The beast took this a sign of permission and tipped Bill backwards. Bill lay
flat on his back with Tom looming over him and Tom’s hands running up
and down the expanse of Bill’s body. They tangled in Bill’s soft
hair and grabbed at Bill’s tail. Bill could feel the enormous size of
Tom’s girth as it pressed down into Bill’s stomach and he choked
slightly in fear. Tom was three times the size of a human down there and Bill
soon began to panic as he tried to figure out how exactly Tom would fit inside
of him.
“Shh.” Tom said trying to quiet Bill’s whimpers,
“I’m trying not to be rough with you.”
“Your actions speak otherwise.” Bill instantly was angered again.
He reached out a hand to scratch Tom when Tom caught it and very swiftly
crushed every bone in Bill’s hand. Bill cried out in agonizing pain, as
he looked to Tom in pure fear which only served to turn Tom on more.
“I could do that to your arm.” Tom’s paw seized the
neko’s arm and twisted it painfully.
“Or your leg.” Tom said then grasping Bill’s slender legs
and forcing them wide apart so that Tom could settled between them.
“Stop it!” Bill pleaded terrified that Tom would actually break
his limbs when the beast frowned and released him.
“Do you find me attractive?” Tom asked very oddly and Bill
blinked in confusion.
“What?” He asked unsure if Tom was being serious or not.
“Do you find me attractive, little pet?” Tom snaked his hand down
Bill’s front and grasped Bill’s member. It was half hard and Tom
gave it a rough squeeze that caused Bill to howl out in pain.
“Sorry.” Tom said sheepishly petting it softly now and Bill cried
out in frustration and fear.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bill began to sob, “I
don’t understand what you want.”
“Tell me if you find me attractive or not.” Tom demanded angry
once more as he slammed his fist into the drywall above the bed. Bill cowered
in fear beneath the massive beast and Tom groaned in frustration.
“One must always find the customer attractive.” Bill said quoting
what Madame Ratatouille had burned into them so many times, “Whether we
like them or not.”
“What do demons have that I do not?” Tom took Bill’s
fingers and held them up to Bill’s mouth, “Suck.”
Bill immediately popped the digits into his mouth and began to slather them in
salvia. Bill was confused as to how Tom was acting. At first he’d
figured that Tom would beat Bill up a little before taking him, as he had
requested Bill to fight back. However now it seemed that Tom was all ready to
fuck Bill. So much for foreplay.
“The minute the sun rises I look as human as demon would.” Tom
continued tail swishing from side to side as he spoke, “I looked just
like them. I sound just like them. I talk just like them.”
Bill remained silent and continued to dutifully suck on his fingers.
“Why do you nekos fear us so much?” Tom asked now directly
addressing Bill. He reached down and pulled Bill’s fingers from his
mouth, “That’s enough. Finger yourself.”
“What?” Bill asked as Tom dragged Bill’s hand down to rest
against his entrance.
“Finger yourself.” Tom nodded curtly and Bill shoved one finger
in gasping.
“Now then,” Tom continued as if they were having a casual
conversation, “Why do you nekos hate us werewolves so much? We’re
not that bad.”
“Ugh.” Bill panted beginning to sweat as Tom instructed him to
add another finger.
“Answer me.”
“They’re kinder than werewolves.” Bill whimpered thrusting
his hips backwards onto himself. His fingers were right on that special spot
and Bill moaned sweetly, “They’re gentler than werewolves and at
least pretend to love us when we… oh! Oh!”
“That’s enough of that now stop it.” Tom yanked
Bill’s fingers from himself and Bill hissed in pain glaring at the
beast.
“And they’re at least courteous.” Bill snapped.
“I’m going to mount you now.” Tom warned grabbing
Bill’s hips in an attempt to turn him over. Bill placed his small hands
on top of Tom’s and shook his head.
“I want to do it this way.” Bill said rather boldly and Tom
blinked.
“I’m the customer.” Tom frowned.
“And you just asked me why us nekos prefer demons over you.”
Bill’s eyes narrowed as his ears flattened. Tom sighed moved his hips
forward to bump against Bill’s entrance.
“Alright we’ll do it this way and you can show me what’s
so special, little pet.”
“You have to cup the back of my head.” Bill sniffed nuzzling his
face against Tom’s fur.
“Why?”
“Do it.”
“Now what?”
“Be gentle with me.”
“I will.”
“I’m serious. Not what a werewolf thinks is gentle, what a neko
thinks is gentle. Treat me as if I were made of glass.”
“A preposterous notion. You never were nor will be made of glass, so
treat you as such wouldn’t make any sense.”
“Tom.” Bill glared, “You asked me why nekos prefer demons
and I’m trying to show you. Or would you rather do it your way and
forever be left wondering?”
“You’re a strange neko.” Tom shook his head,
“I’ve never been with one anything like you.”
“Take me.”
Tom did not hesitate to shove forward into Bill whose head snapped back in a
very vocal scream. There was no way that Bill would ever be able to be fully
ready for Tom’s member and tears gathered in Bill’s eyes. Then
Tom did something unexpected as he leaned down and licked the tears from
Bill’s face. Bill emitted a soft sob and looked up at Tom through teary
eyes who stared equally shocked down at Bill.
“I can see you.” Tom stated dumbly, “I’ve never
been able to actually look at nekos while we fuck. We always do it the other
way.”
“This is the best part.” Bill’s tail wrapped around
Tom’s waist, “We always do it this way with demons and… it
makes us feel like, or at least be able to pretend, that it’s
real.”
“Aren’t nekos supposed to love being bedded?” Tom asked
confused pulling back slightly and Bill clamped his legs around Tom in pain,
“Sorry.”
“Not when you’ve been taken from your home as a child and forced
into doing this. Do you really think all nekos live to pleasure? You’re
a fool then. Most of us here were either bought or stolen as kittens.”
“And now,” Bill shifted in Tom’s lap who moaned,
“We’re here to serve you dogs and act as your play toys.”
“I didn’t know.” Tom panted pressing his forehead against
Bill’s shoulder, “God! Bill I have to move.”
“Then move.”
“It’ll hurt.” Tom warned.
“It’ll pass with time.” Bill sighed sounding rather sad,
“I can’t say that I enjoy being free of the red card. This life
is lonely.”
“Is this not,” Tom panted thrusting into Bill who gasped in
surprise. Tom was right on it and Bill squirmed as pleasant sensations ran
through his body, “Good for you?”
“You’re so big.” Bill’s head rolled to side but Tom
supported his head so that he could look him in the eye.
“That’s not an answer. You must always answer the
customer.” Tom moaned thrusting back into Bill’s small tight
hole.
“I-It’s good!” Bill cried out as Tom hit that spot inside
of him again, “Oh god!”
“What if I came back every day?”
“What?” Bill asked eyes glazed with pleasure although he bled
between his legs.
“What if I came back every day? We wouldn’t always have
to…” Tom trailed off thrusting once more and Bill cried out
grabbing onto Tom’s shoulders as his weight dominated Bill.
“We wouldn’t always have to do this. We could talk or
something.”
“You’re so strange. What kind of a werewolf are you?” Bill
laughed shakily rolling his hips down to meet in time with Tom’s
thrusts.
“What kind of neko are you?”
“Fair enough.” Bill said before moaning once more as Tom drove
home, “I think I would like that. It’s boring talking to the same
group of people every day.”
“I would like that very much as well.” Tom smiled pressing a kiss
to Bill’s mouth who returned it eagerly.
Then it was as if their bodies had been set on fire. The two twined and
entwined again and again thrusting atop that bed. Then finally beast and beast
came undone and cried out in pure ecstasy. It was a joining of two bodies as
the two fell asleep whispering to each other afterwards, the service bell left
forgotten.
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In the morning Bill awoke to the sun’s rays peeking in through his
window. Bill held up a hand to his eyes and glanced down to see a handsome
human lying besides him. His complexion was pale like Bill’s and his
black hair was twisted into a complex design. How Tom’s hair had managed
to return to that state, Bill had no idea.
Bill studied Tom as he slept in the early morning light and came to a
conclusion. He then crawled back under the sheets and rested his head on
Tom’s chest who whined happily in his sleep like a dog.
“You lied.” Bill said softly taking in how utterly sharp
Tom’s features were in his human form.
“You and demons look nothing a like in human form.” Bill nuzzled
down next to Tom before closing his eyes.
“You’re much more handsome.”
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