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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Bestiality, Dubious_Consent, Dragons, Knotting, Alternate
      Universe
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-04 Words: 5320
****** Prettiest of Treasures ******
by alycat
Summary
     No matter what the villagers said, Jensen was never all that worried
     about venturing up the mountain sides. After all, everyone knows
     dragons go for maidens, right?
Notes
     Original warnings and notes from Livejournal:
     Pairing, rating & kinks: J2 - NC-17 - underage, bestiality, knotting,
     dragons, tails, rimming.
     Written for Blindfold_SPN
     If you want to know what I imagined Jared's cock looking like, then
     go to Bad_Dragon to see it! (NSFW)
Sweeping down from his cave Jared saw as well as heard the humans scream and
run for cover. He ignored them in favor of relishing in the warm, rising air
under his wings and the way the wind soothed over his sun-warm scales. The
humans far below were not of importance to him, as long as they kept from
hunting him he kept a live and let live policy.
Changing the angle of his wings he allowed the winds current to take him away
from the human dwellings and further up the mountain side instead, to where
mountain goats were finding their way around on sure hoofs. The animals never
saw him coming and Jared roared out his victory when his claws cut through
tender flesh and his mouth filled with the coppery tang of blood.
Much later he lay on the warm rocks, wings spread out wide on each side to
catch as much sunlight as possible to heat his body, the energy of the sun
always gave the bronze dragons much pleasure and Jared could happily spend long
afternoons spent soaking up the sun until he felt like he could fly for ever
without ever getting tired. He didn't know how long had passed when he heard a
soft tune fill the air, a voice singing of flowers and sunshine. The voice
sounded like the prettiest silver bells to Jared's ears. Rolling to his side he
pulled his wings closer to his body, flattening himself to the rock in hopes
that the owner of the voice wouldn't see him.
Just below the high rise where Jared was resting on, a young boy came walking
out from the trees and onto the open area where Jared knew that the the small,
but delicious, birds tended to hide their eggs. Moving forward ever so slightly
he saw that the boy was carrying a small basket in one hand and he ignored the
high pitched protests of the birds as he scoured the hillside for the small
eggs hidden in the grass.
It wasn't until the boy turned his face towards the sun, soaking up the heat,
that Jared felt something tighten around his heart at the pure beauty of the
small, fragile looking human. A dragon was only as strong as his finest
treasure and Jared was sure he had found the prettiest one of all. None of the
maidens of the nearby villages were as beautiful as the boy with golden hair,
green eyes and the most interesting little flecks covering his nose and cheeks.
-¤-
They always called him pretty.
Sometimes it was said with an awe that made him blush, sometimes with a disdain
that made his cheeks heat up for other reasons. His mother said it with pride
and his brother with an eye roll and an amused smile. Jensen didn't think about
it all that much, his pretty face didn't help him when he was sent out on
errands that none of the pretty maidens of the village were allowed to go on
after all. But then, who could blame the villagers for wanting to keep their
maidens inside? Not when the dragon had been sighted just the same morning, a
big shadow soaring high above their village.
Walking up to the hillside, basket in hand, Jensen sang low to himself to pass
the time. Spending hours searching for the small eggs wasn't his favorite way
to pass time, but it did beat mucking the stable like his brother had to do so
maybe being pretty did help him get the more pleasurable jobs. He couldn't
really complain about that.
Jensen might be curious as well, hoping to actually see the dragon up close and
not only the big silhouette high up in the air. Despite what horror stories
people told about the big dragon, no one seemed to ever have been taken by the
fearsome creature. Jensen wasn't scared as he walked up to mountainside to
where the bronze dragon was said to have his well hidden cave, he was hopeful.
At least seeing the dragon would make his otherwise boring day somewhat
interesting.
A sudden roar rang out so loud it almost hurt Jensen's ears and when a big
figure rose up from a nearby cliff Jensen suddenly understood the saying be
careful what you wish for because the dragon was quite scary looking when seen
that close. Jensen gasped for breath as sun glittered off gleaming scales and
the long tail brushed the grass when the dragon swooped down over the meadow.
The birds that had previously been busy calling angrily at Jensen were nowhere
to be seen and all Jensen could hear was the rush of blood in his own ears as
the big dragon came closer and closer. Only then did he realize that the dragon
seemed to be aiming for him and he took a few steps back as his eyes went wide.
"No," he gasped out. "I'm not a maiden, you can't..."
The words were drowned out on a scream as the dragon came close and managed to
wrap its front legs around Jensen, lifting him clear off the ground. Jensen was
several feet up in the air before he even realized that he felt no pain of
claws cutting into him and that the touch of scaled legs seemed almost...
gentle? Only when Jensen forced himself to relax did he start to be aware of
other things, like the wind against his face and the warmth of the dragons
scales against his body, a deep pulsing in the dragon's body that Jensen
realized was the dragon’s heartbeat.
"By the gods," he whispered quietly. "What a way to go..."
...the prettiest treasure one could ask for, and he thinks I'll hurt him? What
horror stories have they told him of my kind?
Jensen screamed when he heard the voice in his head and for a moment he thought
that the dragon would drop him but instead strong front legs wrapped firmer
around him and he found himself clinging to glossy scales in hopes of not
falling to the earth so far below.
"What... no... what... no no no," Jensen babbled. "Don't drop me, please don't
drop me. Please please. Good dragon, don't let me fall."
never let my treasure fall. Humans can be quite silly at times. Like his weight
is even hard for me to carry. Light as a feather this pretty little one but he
does have some lungs on.
"Dragons can't talk so no... I'm not hearing this," Jensen whimpered and
squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm... no. It's not happening. I'm not some..."
You can hear me?
"No I can't," Jensen protested. "I'm in my bed sleeping and not getting
kidnapped by a big bat."
Bat? Do I look like a bat to you, Treasure? My scales are bronze, the power of
the sun flows through my veins! But that's not the point, how can you hear me?
Before Jensen could answer the strong front legs let him go and Jensen opened
his mouth to scream but before his brain could catch up with him he found
himself landing on soft grass that spread out in front of a dark opening into
the mountain. A crunching sound rang out when he dropped the basket he had been
clutching close and he heard weird sound from behind him.
I didn't mean for you to break your eggs, are some salvageable little one?
Spinning around he found himself face to face with the big dragon, the horns
and ridges of his face framing what Jensen could only describe as intelligent
eyes.
"You can talk?"
In a way. But... you shouldn't be able to hear me, pretty little treasure. Only
other dragons and a dragon’s mate should be...
The dragon's deep voice faded into silence and Jensen saw its eyes go wide
before the dragon darted forwarded with a speed that was surprising for its
size. It wasn't quite as huge as Jensen would have thought from the ground, but
it was still big enough to probably be able to carry one or two humans on his
back.
"Oh no," Jensen protested when the dragon's words clicked into place.
For all the horrifying tales of dragons he had heard, he had also heard the
ones about the good dragons finding their mates along humans, their perfect
someone that would be their bridge to humanity. He wanted to protest more, to
scream and run away but before he could move the dragon was pressed up against
him, body wrapping tightly around him and strong tail stroking over his skin.
Dragon mate. I thought dragon mates had died out. But oh, that explains your
beauty, the mates were always the most beautiful of our treasures.
Jensen's mind was spinning, pieces fluttering around his brain without being
able to align into something that made sense. It was all just ragged edges and
fragments of long told stories and it couldn't make him grasp what was
happening, except for one thing: the dragon pressing against his skin felt
good.
"This is not happening," he mumbled even while his hands were moving up to
stroke over gleaming scales.
The dragon didn't answer, all Jensen could hear was a litany of mate, mate,
mate on repeat in his mind, the word repeated with such intense feelings that
it took his breath away. Suddenly a strong, split tongue came out to touch
Jensen's lips and the small touch was enough to make Jensen gasp and push
against the dragon where it was still moving in sinuous ways around his body.
"I shouldn't want this," he groaned when the tongue found its way down his
neck, dipping inside his tunic.
Taste so sweet, Treasure. Your skin taste better than all the gold and gems in
my caverns. You will be my most prized...
Jensen tried to listed but each swipe of that tongue over his collar bone and
down his chest was sweeping away each attempt at clear thought until all Jensen
could think of was shedding the clothes that kept him separated from his
dragon. His dragon.
Please come inside, pretty one. I'll show you all the treasures I've gathered,
show you how they all pale in your presence my wonderful mate. I will be the
envy of every dragon alive with someone like you on my side, on my back.
Jensen's head was spinning with the mixed instincts of wanting to flee at the
same time his hands couldn't stop caressing bronze scales that glinted red and
gold in the sun.
"Why do I feel like this?" Jensen whispered, leaning forward until his lips
were brushing the dragon's cheek.
Because you're a dragon's mate. You'remymate and a dragon's touch will always
be pleasurable to our mates. Don't you like touching my scales, pretty?
Jensen's fingers were moving over perfect scales without him even thinking
about it, stroking over ridges and sharp edges and he couldn't help it,
couldn't stop just wanting to feel more and more of the incredible creature
standing in front of him. It was one thing to know all that in his mind,
another to dare to voice them out loud and even though he was still touching,
Jensen remained silent.
Mate?
"I can't be," Jensen whispered. "I'm a boy, dragon's don't go for boys. They go
for maidens. This all wrong, so very wrong."
The dragon breathed out a deep sigh and pulled away, his tongue sliding back
out from where it had been tasting Jensen's chest and Jensen's fingertips felt
cold when they were no longer stroking over heated scales.
Alright then. I guess I will take you back to the village then. A dragon would
never force himself upon his most precious treasure.
"No!" Jensen protested quickly and then bit down on his lower lip.
Golden-green eyes locked with his as the dragon turned to watch him, standing
right at the very edge of the big grass covered platform, like he was waiting
for Jensen. The very thought of leaving, of not having the dragon close to him,
was painful to Jensen and he had no idea what to make of it even as he tried to
remember more about the stories the elders used to tell, wondering what was
myth and what could be actual real facts concerning dragons and their mates.
"Will you do without your mate?" he asked the big dragon.
Sun caught in the scales when the dragon shook its head, gleaming hot and
bright and making the edges of the scale seem to almost glitter.
"Will you ever be happy without a mate?" Jensen asked and the dragon shook its
head once more.
One big wing flicked out, edge just brushing over Jensen's cheek and simple
touch made warmth flood through him and when the wing withdrew he reached out
for it, resting his hand on it to stop the dragon from pulling away.
"Will I?"
That differs from mate to mate. Some can move on, deny until their body forgets
what it's like to be touched by a dragon, forget what true warmth feels like.
Some others will never find someone else, they...
The voice in his mind drifted off into silence and even when Jensen took a step
forward, running fingers over the big wing the dragon remained silent.
"You make me feel good," Jensen admitted quietly. "All the boys in the village
talk about the maidens, who the prettiest is, if they manage to catch a glimpse
of skin under this long skirts. All that never interested me. Is that because I
was... meant for a dragon?"
I would like to think so.
"Then I don't want you to take me back, I should be here. With you," the words
were hard to get out but the second he had spoken them aloud he felt himself
relax and he was smiling at the bronze dragon.
He was surprised at how quickly the dragon could move, big body closing the
distance between them and soon Jensen found himself surrounded by scales once
more and this time he didn't even try to hide how wonderful it all felt. A part
deep inside was wondering if he should question it more, the weird bond that
seemed to grow stronger each second, but he didn't want to question something
that felt so right.
"Do you have a name?" Jensen asked.
Your tongue can't pronounce my true dragon name, it's long and talks about my
bloodline, about the royal blood in my veins. But each dragon has a human name,
a name for their mate to use. Mine is Jared.
"Jared," Jensen repeated, smiling when Jared let out a deep, pleased sound and
nuzzled his way in under Jensen's chin. "Will you take me inside?"
Jared didn't answer but he started pushing Jensen towards the opening of the
cave, pulling his big wings close to his body and crouching low to fit through
the cave opening. Jensen didn't know what he had expected to find inside, but
he would probably have guessed for a big open cave but instead he found himself
standing in a tunnel leading deeper into the mountain and Jared nudged at his
back to make him keep on going.
"Isn't this tunnel a bit small for you?" Jensen asked when he moved forward,
hearing scales drag against the rock walls around them.
It's a good cave. It's not visible from below and the long tunnel allows my
treasures to be kept safe within the heart of the mountain. I think you will
appreciate that little mate, it keeps my cave warm.
The tunnel twisted and turned and Jensen had walked for several minutes before
he came around a bend and was met with sudden brightness as they stepped out
into a big cave.
"Oh my god," Jensen breathed out, looking around the big, open area.
Along the walls someone had cut shelves into the rock, or maybe clawed the in,
and each shelf was covered in gold and gemstones, silver and different items
that Jensen couldn't see the use of but that their owner clearly held in high
regard.
In the middle of the open area there was pool of water and to one side he found
a huge gathering of soft blankets, stacked upon each other to form a bed big
enough for the dragon to rest upon. The light in the cave came crystal veins in
the ceiling and Jensen realized that they must be reflecting the sun down
through the mountain to where he was standing and he thought it to be the most
beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"This is your home?" he breathed out.
It's our home now, Treasure.
"My name is Jensen, not Treasure," Jensen pointed out and turned around to look
at the dragon.
Jared made a low huffing sound and Jensen was quite sure that he would be
called Treasure no matter what he told Jared.
I like your name. It fits mine.
"Jared and Jensen," Jensen said with a smile, because it did fit together and
Jensen couldn't help but think that all in his life was meant to lead up to the
point he was then, with Jared once more moving up to lick over his skin. "It
sounds good."
I know what will sound good.
The tone of Jared's voice had changed and Jensen found himself pushed towards
the big bed, falling on top before his brain could catch up and the next moment
he had that long, forked tongue finding its way in under his clothes once more,
pushing at where the narrow leather belt held his pants up.
"Oh...god..." Jensen gasped, stunned by how much he felt when Jared explored
his skin.
Jensen. Jensen. You taste better than sunlight.
Jensen whimpered and his hands fumbled with the belt, desperate to present
Jared with more skin to taste and he hissed out when the pants slid down and
his dick came free. Being spread out in a room like that he was in, surrounded
by more treasures than he could ever have imagined, it was a heady feeling to
realize that Jared hadn't even so much as looked at the items he must have been
collecting for years. Like they all paled in comparison to Jensen.
"Would you really have let me go?" Jensen asked, pulling his tunic off and
throwing it away to the side.
Jared looked at him, long tongue reaching out to curl around Jensen's cock and
he was sure that the dragon was smiling at him.
I might have. But I would have come for you again and again until you agreed to
be here with me.
Jensen moaned when the tongue flicked over the head of his cock, gathering the
liquid that was already leaking from him and he was more turned on than he had
ever been before, pleasure soaring through him when Jared moved and his heavy
tail moved to stroke over Jensen's bare skin.
"Will it hurt?" Jensen asked.
It might, for a little while. But you are mate.Your body was made to be with a
dragon, it just needs to realize it.
Jensen nodded but he was still worried, he knew he wasn't very big for a boy
his age and Jared was anything but small, he wasn't sure how he would be able
to take what Jared would be offering him.
I will lick you open. Taste your body from the inside until you find heaven in
my touch. Then I will use your own release to make your body slick enough to
take me. You will be able to, Treasure. Your body will long for it and once my
tail is done stretching...
"What"? Jensen gasped, twisting his head to the side to look at the heavy
weight of Jared's tail.
The tip of it was narrow and it wasn't until a full feet until it swelled out
and became much harder, the scales of it bigger as well. Jensen could imagine
what Jared had mentioned, that thinner piece of the tail pushing inside him to
prepare him. It was a thought that made Jensen's blood boil and he was arching
up under Jared's tongue when the dragon licked down lower.
"What...oh...oh..."
The push of that forked tongue against his asshole wiped all coherent thought
from Jensen's mind and he was reduced to low whimpers and moans as the clever
tongue pushed inside of him. One thing he realized through the haze of pleasure
was that the bonus of Jared's voice in his mind, despite his tongue being busy
the big dragon kept on mumbling filth straight into Jensen's head.
Little treasure, feel so good around my tongue. Never knew I longed for this
before I saw you today. Didn't think that much about mates but, by the
sunlight, you're the most perfect thing I've ever seen. Gold and gems are
nothing compared to having you writhing on my tongue. So tight, will love
working you open. The way you'll feel around me. Prettiest little treasure, I
will make you scream for me.
Jensen didn't think he was far off, not when Jared's tongue found a spot inside
him that had Jensen's body arching up off the bedding, his fingers clutching at
sheets and blankets and he realized that the low, keening sound that filled the
cave came from his own lips.
"Yes, yes, yes," he whimpered and all fears of Jared's size were gone, replaced
with a desperate need for more.
The tongue pushed further into him, both tips of it brushing over that
sensitive spot inside that made Jensen's cock twitch and ache with the need to
come and Jensen knew that no human lover would ever be of interest to him, not
when he knew what pleasures a dragon could give him.
Are you close, Treasure? Feels good, doesn't it? The way your body flutters
around my tongue, the sounds you make when I touch you like this. Pretty little
mate was made for this. Gonna come just on my tongue, wont you? Come from me
licking you like this.
The satisfaction weighed heavy in Jared's voice and a low vibrating humming
filled the air, pushing him over the edge when Jared's tongue once more flicked
over the spot inside Jensen.
"Jared!" Jensen cried out when he felt his untouched cock pulse out his release
over his belly and chest, hole fluttering around the tongue that slowly pulled
out, licking over his rim.
What a sight to behold. Never seen anything so gorgeous.
Jared's voice was laced with pride and Jensen was smiling lazily when the
dragon moved to hover above him, scales seeming to almost gleam in the filtered
light reaching them from the surface.
"More," Jensen whispered.
Despite his own release painting his skin, his entire body was still craving
more, needing to be claimed and he wanted that tail inside of him, wanted all
of Jared.
That is the plan. Not gonna stop until you're full of me, smelling of me.
Marked up by me.
The words sent a shock of lust through Jensen's body and Jared lifted his tail
to drag the tip over the come on Jensen's belly, coating smooth scales with the
white liquid. Jensen lowered his hand to gather more come to coat Jared's tail
and then Jared lowered it down, pushing the tip against Jensen's spit slick
opening, carefully pushing inside.
"Oh this is..." Jensen gasped. "Feels so good. How can it feel so good?"
Your body was made to accept mine. My...saliva will affect you. Just like my
touch does. Is it too much?
"It's not enough," Jensen gasped and pushed himself further down, feeling
Jared's tail spreading him further open.
You're not supposed to be...be this ready for it this early. You're the most
amazing thing, I was truly blessed to find you. The sweetest treasure any
dragon could ever have wished for.
The words didn't really mean anything to Jensen, it was just background sound
to the most intense pleasure he had ever felt and he kept pushing down, wanting
to take more and more of the tail inside him at the same time as he was hoping
for something more.
"Claim me," he whimpered. "Make me yours."
You are mine already, Treasure. The way your body accepts mine, you must be of
the finest line of dragon mates. I think you're already ready...
Jensen sobbed out when the tail pulled from his body, tip of it flickering over
the same spot that his tongue had been pushing at earlier and Jensen cried out
in pleasure. He looked down to see what was happening and his mouth fell open
when he saw scales pulling aside to allow Jared's cock to slide free from where
it had been protected before. It looked nothing like his own and for a moment
Jensen felt a ripple of fear run through him but it was quickly replaced with
want when Jared shifted up to allow his cock to brush through the leftover come
on Jensen's belly.
"You're so big," Jensen whispered, reaching down to drag his fingers over the
hard length.
If he had thought Jared's scales were hot it was nothing compared to the
dragon's cock and Jensen wondered what it would feel like, how every ridge of
it would feel as it pressed into him.
"Do all dragons look the same?" he asked, stroking over the blood filled cock
in front of him.
No. But bronze dragons are...ridged. It's to keep our come inside our mates,
where it belongs.
"But I'm male," Jensen mumbled. "It will not...I mean, I can't..."
We dragons don't procreate like that. Sexual acts are for love and trust me,
Treasure, my come inside you will make you feel amazing.
Jensen nodded and stroked his fingers over the raised ridges, moaning when pre-
come leaked form the tip and made his fingers wet. It seemed like everything
his dragon could give him would result in pleasure and Jensen didn't even think
about it before he lifted his hand to his lips to lick away the combined taste
of them.
I can't take you like this, little mate. I need you on all fours, it will be
easier for you.
Sucking his fingers clean Jensen felt the need raise even higher and he
wondered if it was Jared's pre-come on his tongue that made it happen, that
made everything so much better. His body felt heavy when he rolled over to his
belly and he moaned when his cock dragged over soft blankets before he could
push himself up on all fours. Jared felt impossibly big above him, towering
over him as he got into position but having felt the heavy cock in his hands
Jensen knew his body would be able to take it. More importantly, he needed to
feel it inside him. Until that morning he had never known pleasure like the one
Jared gave him, but the second that forked tongue had touched his skin he knew
he had been lost.
"Do it," he pleaded and pushed back against the big body above him.
Patience is not your thing, Treasure. But I don't mind it, I want to feel you
as well, the way your little body will spread around me. Yes.
With a rumbling sound Jared's cock found its goal and Jensen let out a
desperate little whine when he felt his body slowly open to let the cock
inside, feeling it slide in on a mix of saliva and come. The first ridge pushed
at the rim and he felt the dragon shift slightly before pushing it inside with
one small motion of his hips and Jensen cried out when he felt his body accept
it inside.
The pleasure was like nothing he had ever felt before and Jensen sobbed into
the bedding below, arching his back to try and get more and more inside and
each ridge that slid into his body had his cock twitching, hardening once more.
Knew you could take it, knew you would be so perfect around my cock. My pretty
little treasure, want to show you off, let everyone know how amazing you are.
Let them see how much you want this. How much you want me.
Just the thought of being like this in front of others, positioned on all fours
with Jared pushing deeper and deeper inside, had pleasure rising up even higher
inside him, intense waves that crashed over him time and time again until all
he could think of was the cock pushing him open. Once Jared had bottomed out,
the swell of his knot pushing at Jensen's entrance, the dragon took a deep
breath before pulling back out and Jensen could feel it as each ridge slid free
of his body.
"Oh my god," Jensen gasped. "That's... how can... yes... Fuck me, Jared.
Please. Harder."
The dragon answered with pushing deep inside once more and Jensen couldn't even
try to keep quiet, instead he moaned and trembled when the ridges slid in and
out of his body, each brush of them putting every nerve ending on fire until
Jensen was lost to the pleasure. Jared's voice rang in his mind the entire time
but Jensen was beyond hearing the words, it was just a stream of sweet sounding
filth that made Jensen want more and more.
This might hurt a little.
Jensen didn't have time to ask what might hurt because just then Jared pushed
forward with a hard thrust that made the knot at the base of his cock push into
Jensen's body.
Jensen! Mine!
The words were a roar in Jensen's mind, enhanced by the actual roar that left
Jared, reverberating around the cave as he dragon's knot locked their bodies
firmly together. Jensen felt his inner muscles flutter around the cock inside
him, the ridges pushing against his prostate but it was nothing compared to the
mind-numbing pleasure of Jared coming inside him. The cock was hot inside him,
but the come painting his inside was almost burning, lingering just on the
right side of too much and Jensen screamed out his dragon's name when he came,
pulsing onto the blankets below him.
Everything else faded away and the last thing Jensen felt before he blacked out
was the cock pulsing inside him at the same time as the tongue licked over his
neck and up to find its way into his mouth. The world went black with the feel
of Jared filling him from both ends.
-¤-
Wake up little mate. Open those eyes, Treasure.
Slowly Jensen came to and the first thing he felt was empty when he realized
that Jared's cock was no longer locked inside him. The dragon had pushed him
over on his back once more and Jensen found himself warm and content where he
lay on the bed with Jared practically wrapped around him.
"That was..." Jensen started. "I didn't think anything could feel like that."
This is why we treasure our mates so much. Their bodies give us much pleasure,
just like ours do theirs. We belong together little mate. I will keep you here
for days, filling you up time and time again.
Jensen smiled and nodded, lifting one hand to drag over the scales where
Jared's tail was resting over his thighs, holding him in place.
"Can you change forms?" Jensen asked. "Some stories say that dragons have human
forms as well."
We do not. I'm not a shapeshifter. This is who I am. It's all I am.
"Good," Jensen mumbled, halfway back to sleep once more. "I don't want a
human."
Jared's laughter filled his mind and Jensen drifted off to sleep with his
dragon wrapped around him, nestled safe in the deep of the mountain.
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