Sunburst anxiously fidgeted just beyond a well-lit patch of sidewalk beneath a streetlight, keeping himself veiled in shadow. It wasn’t like many ponies came to this part of town, and the few that did were typically searching for very specific services, yet that did little to quell his frazzled nerves. Turning his head and looking to the side, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a shuttered shop’s window.

Piercings lined his ears, a heart-shaped gem was set in the negation ring on his horn, a snug pair of black fishnets clung to his legs, and a studded collar lay wrapped around his neck, yet his attire was but one facet of his wildly scandalous look. His tail, once long and lavish, had been cropped so short that he couldn’t conceal his plump, pillowy behind or his slack, exceedingly well-used pucker - heck, anypony behind him could even see the silver barbells lining his little coin purse and the base of his cock-cage. He was a different stallion than he had been months prior, if he could even call himself a stallion anymore.

With a heavy sigh, feeling his prick straining against its confines, he looked away and glanced down the road. Though he’d always done his best to keep his carnal interests hidden from anypony and everypony, fearing he’d be judged for wanting to be mercilessly subjugated by a big, burly stud, his bottled-up interests had eventually gotten the better of him. As he inched away from the light, hoping not to draw too much attention to himself, he thought back to the moment his entire life changed.

He’d hardly believed when Thunderlane, one of the few ponies who shared the same concealed desires as himself, had told him about the abandoned manor full of very assertive changelings. A part of him knew he should have alerted the Princesses, that even a small hive of the love-eating insects could pose a substantial risk, yet he found himself intrigued. If the parasites were subsisting off of lust freely given by stallions, there wasn’t any real harm ~ was there? Telling his friend that he’d go and check it out, downplaying his curiosity, he made it a point to investigate.

After his visit with the illustrious Wonderbolt was concluded, he cleaned himself up, donned his most regal cape, and teleported himself to the general location of the shapeshifter’s refuge. Considering he’d gotten very specific details about the mansion from Thunderlane, he didn’t think it would be too much trouble finding the place. Sure enough, after not even a half-hour’s worth of snooping, he found the supposedly passionate pests’ hideout.

To his pleasant surprise, having seen himself into the manor, he was welcomed by the little group of drones. Inviting him inside, the changelings openly admitted to their alleged transgressions, confessing to feasting off the amorous energies of stallions who wished to be dominated, and regaled him with tales of what they’d done to both Thunderlane and Big Macintosh. To say he’d been stunned would have been an understatement, but it wasn’t his shock that had drawn the insects’ attention - no, it had been his barely restrained yearning for the same treatment.

Having researched changelings extensively, he should have known that the gang could sense his arousal - still, too enthralled by their story to care, growing increasingly excited with every sinful detail he heard, he’d left himself completely vulnerable to their advances. Little by little, the conversation took a decidedly lecherous turn, with the drones complimenting him and openly musing on how amazing of a lover he would be, and he had taken the bait hook, line, and sinker. Before he’d fully realized what was going on, he was set upon.

He hadn’t intended to spend the night with Talon, the leader of the drones, and his ilk, but that’s exactly what had ended up happening. By the time the sun crested over the horizon, he’d barely gotten any sleep, he was slathered and filled with more changeling cum than he could fathom, and he could barely manage to walk in a straight line. As wildly shocking as his evening had been, he was instantly smitten with the sinful shapeshifters. That first evening was preceded by a second, third, and fourth, until he was making almost daily visits to donate his affection.

Sex with the drones was amazing - no, better than amazing, it was addictively incredible. Not a single exchange between himself and the love-bugs passed when he wasn’t left weary and unimaginably satisfied, yet it came with a price - a price he only realized after it was too late to stop. Though things had started innocently enough at first, giving blowjobs and getting railed by the shapeshifters, the situations he found himself in became increasingly depraved.

It was hard for him to put a hoof on exactly when he began tumbling down the rabbit hole, but he had to presume it was at about the same time he started getting gussied up for his hosts. Their observation that he’d look cute in a skirt and makeup had been a bit embarrassing, leaving him equal parts flustered and timid - nevertheless, he’d put himself in drag, styled his mane, and done his best to present himself as a mare for them. The more often he dressed up, the more comfortable he became doing so - the more comfortable he got donning feminine attire, the more revealing his outfits became; it was a downward spiral and things only got worse from there.

Eventually, over the course of several weeks, he only ever showed up to the manner looking like a tramp, wearing painfully short skirts, thongs, leggings, or any number of garments that a regular stallion wouldn’t dare put on, and that’s when the changelings began badgering him to elevate his aesthetic even further. While he’d never even considered getting any sort of permanent enhancements, he’d reluctantly agreed to getting his ears, dock, taint, and even his backdoor pierced. The good news was that the rings and studs could be concealed easily enough with a simple spell - the bad news was that the drones hadn’t nearly been finished with him.

Paradoxically enough, the most prominent change he suffered from regularly fornicating with the shapeshifting reprobates was both a source of pride and shame - his threshold for pleasure. What he’d once considered to be gargantuan cocks, stallionhoods so large that he could barely accommodate them, had become the only way he could get off. He hadn’t noticed when the shapeshifters had started gradually increasing the size of their endowments, but he’d steadily acclimated to bigger and bigger intrusions - to the point where his once taut pucker had evolved into a loose, vertical opening made to take dick.

The last and final part of his transformation didn’t take place until he was a pale, wanton shadow of his former self. Wholly addicted to changeling cock, unable to climax from virtually anything else, he was fitted with a chastity cage to strip away what little masculinity he had left. From that moment forward, unless Talon allowed him to access his atrophied prick, he could only climax from anal.

It wasn’t long until he goaded Twilight to give him a position at the School of Friendship, if only so he could move in with his parasitic paramours to be their live-in cock-sleeve, and everything had been going perfectly. He woke up to getting his face fucked, he was called upon to get railed on his lunch breaks, and there wasn’t a night that passed when he didn’t pass out with a stomach or ass full of cum, but things eventually took a turn for the worst. The night Talon had told him he needed to find them new playthings, while making some extra bits on the side, he’d been crushed - determined to please them, but crushed nonetheless.

“Hey,” a gruff voice called, wrenching him from his thoughts, “you workin’ tonight?”

Sunburst turned his head to the side, adjusted his spectacles, and froze. Standing several feet away, his eyes glinting in the dim light, was the biggest griffon he’d ever seen. With a streak of white plumage on his huge, broad chest, and feathers that faded from a light grey to dark black, the imposing avian eyed him hungrily. He’d known it would only be a matter of time until somepony approached him, but he hadn’t assumed his first prospective customer wouldn’t be a pony at all.

“I said, are ya workin’ tonight?” the raptor repeated, his brow furrowing.

“Oh - um - well - uh -” Sunburst uneasily began. “T…technically I am working, b…but what a…are you looking for?”

The griffon shrugged, his demeanor softening ever so slightly, as his eyes wandered to the pony’s plump, barely concealed backside. “Was lookin’ for a good time.”

Sunburst gulped, excited yet nervous, and drew a deep breath to calm himself. This is what he was here for, to make a few bits for his myriad of love-bug lovers, but that hardly made whoring himself easy. Debasing himself for the drones was one thing, but doing so for a perfect stranger was a different game entirely. Looking past his feathered visitor and down the street, ensuring they weren’t being watched, he waved to the nearby alleyway.

“M…maybe we could talk down here,” he sputtered, sheepishly turning and heading down the backstreet.

With a small, approving snort, the griffon plodded along after him. “Better be doin’ more than talking…”

As he moved into the darkened alley, keeping his hooves crossed that everything would go smoothly, Sunburst’s thoughts began to race. In spite of having extensively researched Equestria’s oldest profession, all the knowledge he’d accrued went straight out the window. He knew he was supposed to get paid to sexually service clients, yet his pensive excitement overshadowed everything he’d learned.

“S…so,” he mumbled, stopping and peeking back at the lumbering cat-bird, “I’m S…Sunburst. What’s your name?”

With a puzzled expression, the griffon cocked his head. “Ain’t never had small talk with a hooker before, but the name’s Falke. Wait…” he paused, stopping dead in his tracks, “you’re a fuckin’ stallion?”

Sunburst’s heart seized, he came to a shuddering halt, and the blood in his veins ran cold, hearing the question. Even though he dressed like a mare, having gone so far as to shave his goatee, he hadn’t thought that anypony - er - anycreature would mistake him for a genuine female. Feeling torn, elated and terrified that his suitor had thought he was a she, he slowly wheeled around to face the avian.

“I mean, I’m technically a stallion, but that doesn’t count for much,” he softly explained, keeping his eyes on the ground.

“Technically? What the buck does that mean?” Falke countered.

Steadily and cautiously shifting to the side, Sunburst lifted a hind leg to display his groin. His pitiful, caged stallionhood was put on full display, a clear indication of his submissive nature, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at the raptor. While he couldn’t deny that a part of him was thrilled to be in such a situation, showing himself off to a griffon he knew nothing about, the humiliation and reminder that he wasn’t a mare gnawed at him.

A tense moment passed, before he balanced on three legs, reached back, and prized his buns apart to show his loose, slickened backdoor. “A…as you can see, I’m -”

“Hot damn,” Falke interrupted, inching closer as he drew his tongue over his beak, “you got a pussy on you!”

Taken aback by the remark, unsure of how to feel, Sunburst only then noticed what he swore was a fifth leg dangling from beneath his visitor. Long and exceptionally thick, with a knotted base, spear-like tip, and small barbs along its length, the griffon’s cock gradually swelled and grew rigid. He’d heard that the cat-birds tended to be on the larger side, as far as packages go, yet that hadn’t prepared him to stare down the absolute behemoth of a cock.

With a smug snort, flexing his pelvis and causing his tool to slap against his belly, Falke smirked. “Like what ya see, Colt?”

Sunburst stared on open awe at the griffon’s tool, steadily lowering leg and feeling his mouth starting to water. Talon and his ilk were large, even when they weren’t augmenting their size metaphorically, but Falke’s natural endowment bordered on monstrous. Months of serving as a living, breathing sex toy for the changelings evoked a pavlovian response to seeing the raptor’s package and almost made him forget what he was supposed to be doing - almost.

“W…well, yes,” he admitted, fiddling with his glasses, “but this isn’t a free service.”

Falke peaked a brow, remaining motionless. “What’re your prices?”

“It’s twenty bits for a - um - blowjob and fifty for a lay,” Sunburst anxiously explained.

Honestly, given just how enormous the griffon was, he would have bent over and grabbed his fetlocks for free, but that would have defeated the point of being out and would undoubtedly evoke the drones’ ire. He was supposed to be raking in bits to supplement his meager income from the School, so his hosts had put him to work doing the only thing he was good at - being a cum-dumpster. As he slipped the occasional glance at the cat-bird’s cock, wondering how it would feel, he felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple.

“Shit better be worth it,” Falke huffed, lifting a wing and tossing a small leather sack to the ground between them. “How’s about you warm me up first.”

Trotting forward, Sunburst lifted the pouch, tallied the coins, and scrunched his snout. There were only sixty bits in the bag, ten less than what he should be getting paid for a bout of oral and anal, though he hesitated to make an issue out of it. He’d heard that it wasn’t uncommon for whores to get roughed up on the streets, and the griffon was nearly triple his size, so he made the tactical decision to leave the matter be.

As he set the payment aside, atop a trash can, he scanned his surroundings and pointed to an empty apple crate. “If it’s all the same to you, how about you have a seat and make yourself comfortable.”

Falke peered over at the makeshift stool, shook his head, and walked over. Seating himself on the sturdy wooden box, his back and wings resting against the brick wall behind him, he spread his legs and let his semi-rigid cock hang between his thighs. “This better be worth it…”

Sunburst uneasily grinned and trotted over, slowing as he moved between his customer’s hind legs. Falke’s cock was, in a word, awe inspiring to look at up close, but the smell - sweet, merciful Celestia, the musk radiating from the griffon’s loins was intoxicating. The aroma was like distilled masculinity, heady and alluring, and he had to restrain himself from burying his snout in the stud’s groin.

Lifting a forehoof and gently caressing the cat-bird’s shaft, feeling the heat radiating through his frog, he faltered when he heard an annoyed snort from above him. “I…is everything alright?”

“You’re a unicorn, ain’t ya? Why ain’t you usin’ your magic?” Falke groused, his eyes studying the femcolt’s horn.

“Oh - uh - I am a unicorn, but…” he trailed off, choosing his words carefully. “My coltfriend is picky about me using my magic.”

“Coltfriend - Hah,” the griffon guffawed. “You ain’t got no fuckin’ coltfriend! I’m betting your daddy or master put your cute little ass out here on the street!”

Though he opened his mouth to reply, Sunburst remained silent for a moment. “H…how’d you know?”

“Because sissy bitches like you are all the same - you’re out here because you like to be used, you’re making bits for somepony, or both - speakin’ of bein’ used, you ever been rutted by a griffon before?”

“N…no,” Sunburst responded, feeling himself starting to blush.

“Well ain’t I a lucky rooster then,” Falke chuckled, reaching out and running a clawed digit over the pony’s cheek. “I hope you’re ready to be ruined for your coltfriend, because I’m gonna make good and damn sure a pony dick will never satisfy you again.”

Pre-cum leaked from Sunburst’s cage, he instinctively ground his thighs together, and his pucker winked and grasped at nothing, hearing the griffon’s promise. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little scared of his suitor, but his arousal from being called out, on top of being called a sissy bitch, fanned the flames of his burning lust. With a tense smirk splitting his muzzle, he turned his attention to Falke’s loins.

If this hadn’t been a job, he would have relished the experience by worshiping the stud’s package - unfortunately for him, that wasn’t the case. Any enjoyment he got from the exchange would be a byproduct, since he was getting paid to get Falke off, so he had to remain focused. Dipping his head and lifting the hunk’s length, angling the profound tool toward his face, he leaned in, closed his eyes, and wrapped his lips around the tapered tip of flesh.

The first thing to strike him was the heat of the griffon’s cock against his tongue. Compared to a drone, Falke’s endowment felt like it was on fire! As he lightly bobbed his head and mopped the sensitive underside of dick with his tongue, earning an approving sigh from his visitor, he was graced with his first taste of pre-cum.

He could only describe the flavor as potent, salty and the slightest bit bitter, yet it was far from unpleasant, the taste of a male - a real male. The assault on his senses was bittersweet, emphasizing just how far he was from being a proper stallion, and it spurred him onward. Groaning around the sweltering shaft, incrementally working the length to the back of his muzzle, he savored the sensation of the cock in his maw swelling to its full, staggeringly large size.

Cracking one eye and peering down Falke’s shaft, seeing he’d only managed to slip about a third of the length into his snout, he drew a deep breath to fill his lungs. It wouldn’t be long until he was throating the big, sexy bastard, and the last thing he needed was to end up blacking out from a lack of oxygen. Just as he steadied himself and attempted to relax, the griffon pushed himself away from the wall, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him forward.

“There we go,” Falke groaned, nearly hilting himself in the pony’s face. “Got a nice throat on you, Bitch.”

In the blink of an eye, Sunburst found himself kissing the griffon’s knot. His esophagus was plugged, he could feel his neck bulging outward, and he swore the tip of the stud’s shaft had reached his stomach, yet there was perilously little he could do. One saving grace from his time with the changelings was that they rarely took it easy on him, using and abusing him to suit their needs, so it wasn’t the first time he’d been choked on a cock before.

Knowing just what to do, he balanced on three legs, reached out, and fondled Falke’s big, meaty balls. If the cat-bird wanted to take an active role and fuck his face, that suited him just fine - after all, that meant less work for him. Sure enough, having taken the hint, the raptor slipped from his perch and draped himself over him.

As Falke rolled his hips back, freeing a fraction of his shaft, he growled. “Hope you’re good at holding your breath, Colt.”

Sunburst’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, as the griffon began savagely plowing his face. The sensation of the soft barbs on the griffon’s cock felt odd, like soft little nubs swabbing his throat, and they added an entirely novel layer to the exotic exchange. With his head twisted ever so slightly to the side, ensuring his useless horn didn’t accidentally poke the stud’s belly, he imagined just how astounding it would be when he was properly mounted by his suitor.

He wasn’t there to have fun, but it was impossible for him not to enjoy himself - if only slightly. There he was, dressed up like a slut, with what had to be a foot of griffon dick plunging in and out of his muzzle - all while in an alleyway where anypony could see them. What would he do if somepony stumbled on them? Would any passersby mistake him for a mare? How would he explain this to the royal guards if he got caught? The stress and excitement mingled, elevating the experience to unbelievable heights, while the feathered stud continued humping away.

Seconds slipped by, moving into a minute or more, until the sensation of his burning lungs and pounding heart brought him back to the present. As he lifted a forehoof and patted the griffon’s hip, signaling his customer that he needed to breathe, Falke didn’t slow. It wasn’t until he heard an ominous chuckle from above, understanding that his suitor had no intention of stopping, did he start to panic.

Even with as much training as he had, he couldn’t go without oxygen indefinitely. Attempting to step back and free his airway, he was stopped by the avian’s powerful wings and forelegs. His thoughts raced, his pulse quickened, and his vision started to tunnel, all while the griffon continued thrusting into his muzzle. He’d thought things had been going smoothly, that he’d be able to earn some bits without much trouble - he’d thought wrong.

With his legs wobbling beneath him, the world fading away, he was spared at the last possible instant from passing out. Just as quickly as he’d begun, Falke hopped back and unceremoniously unsheathed from his airway. The second the titanic shaft was freed from his aching gullet, he scrambled back and pawed at his neck, coughing spittle and pre-cum to the cobblestone beneath him.

“Oh quit your whining,” Falke dismissively groaned, waving a wing. “Don’t act like you don’t like this kinda thing.”

Sunburst wiped the tears from his face and squinted at the ground, looking for the glasses which had been knocked off his face. “You didn’t have to be rude…”

“See, that’s the difference between us,” the griffon continued, plucking the spectacles from the alley and setting them beside the sack of bits. “There’s a pecking order in this world, and bitches like you are at the bottom - oh don’t give me that look,” he grunted, rolling his eyes as the femcolt shot him a wounded look. “You deserve to be treated like this because you like to be treated like this ~ don’t you?”

The cage about Sunburst’s meager endowment seemed to tighten, as he was struck by the stud’s words. He’d been leaking thin, watery pre-cum ever since he saw the hunk’s equipment, the servile parts of his mind having activated, and he wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if his customer had noticed it. Unsure of what to say or do, more turned on than he cared to admit, he watched a cruel smirk split the griffon’s beak.

“How about you be a good little sissy for me ~ turn around, bend over, and raise those marish hips while you beg me to fuck your brains out,” Falke snickered.

Without so much as questioning the request, Sunburst steadily wheeled around and did as he’d been asked. He couldn’t explain why, but the demeaning sense of superiority Falke bore sent shivers up his spine - even if he was a little bit scared. With his chest pressed to the cold, unyielding ground, spreading his hind legs ever so slightly, he flicked his short-cropped tail to the side and expectantly peeked back.

“Good filly,” Falke coolly remarked, stepping forward and over the femcolt. With a buck of his hips, he sent his rigid tool between the pony’s thighs and against Sunburst’s chastity cage. “Look at that and tell me this isn’t right.”

Sunburst pushed himself up just enough to peer down his chest. The sight of the griffon’s cock against his chaste, pathetic package and coin purse was downright sad. If he hadn’t known better, he could have sworn he was looking at a little, silvery clit nestled against the long, barbed, thick slab of meat. Hearing his customer snort, he started, reassumed his servile position, and twisted his head to glance up at the stud’s face.

“Well?” Falke impatiently pressed.

“Y…yeah,” Sunburst murmured.

“That’s what I thought. That little cocklette of yours is just for decoration, that’s why your coltfriend or daddy or whoever the fuck locked you up put it on you. Now this,” he rumbled, swaying his hips forward and back to grind his length against the femcolt, “this is what a real dick looks like.”

Growing increasingly excited by the second, finding it harder and harder to think, Sunburst eagerly nodded. “You’re right.”

“Course I’m right!” Falke laughed, shuffling back and touching the head of his dick to the unicorn’s winking, drooling entrance. “Hope you’re ready for this, slut, because I’m gonna wreck this cunt of yours - now beg for it.”

“Please,” Sunburst whimpered, balancing on his shoulders as he reached back and pawed at his tush, “I need it!”

“And what are you?” the griffon pressed.

“I…I’m a useless sissy, a failure of a stallion, and my only use is to serve,” Sunburst mewled, frantically shaking his rump.

He couldn’t tell if Falke’s snort was in disgust or approval - regardless, the griffon stepped over his hips, locked him in place, and drove into his ass. It was all he could do to gasp, bolts of pleasure surging through his frame, as he was filled in one ruthless plunge. The heat - stars above, the heat that radiated through his core was unbelievable, nearly enough to make him climax on the spot, yet he wasn’t given any time to appreciate it. Still acclimating to the intrusion, he was drawn back as his lover withdrew then rammed forward by a second thrust.

His eyelids fluttered, saliva crept down to his chin, and a seemingly unending stream of pre-cum flowed from his chastity cage, as he rocked forward and back beneath Falke. To say the rutting felt good would be an understatement, so incredible was the experience. He could feel every detail along the griffon’s length, every barb, ridge, and vein, and it sent him into a blissful stupor. It was only then, hearing his marish moaning echoing down the alleyway, that he fully understood why he’d been sent out.

He’d wasted his life with studies, burying himself in research in an attempt to make a name for himself, and he’d denied who and what he truly was. Talon, be it from luck or shrewd intuition, had seen through his carefully crafted exterior, seen his desires, and molded him to fit his actual purpose. The revelation was almost enough to bring a tear to his eye, further cementing his dedication to the drone for showing him the light, but that could wait until later - for the time being, he had bits to earn.

Fighting through the rapturous haze, he tensed his legs and swung his ass back to meet the griffon’s bucking hips. He’d accommodated bigger dicks on a hoofful of occasions, and that wasn’t mentioning the times he’d been double-stuffed, so screwing himself on the stud was an issue of mind over matter - he didn’t mind ruining his backdoor more than it already was, and his own pleasure didn’t matter. Clamping down on the withdrawals while loosening up on the plunges, he milked the titan’s prodigious cock for all his worth.

“There ya’ - Mmmph - go,” Falke huffed, hastening his pace, “work my dick like you mean it.”

Sunburst gnawed his lip, doing everything that he could to concentrate. He knew himself well enough to realize he’d only be able to fend off a climax for so long, but that wasn’t about to stop him from doing his darnedest to get the griffon off. He’d been paid good bits, the immense length rearranging his insides bordered on godly, and he wanted - no, needed to earn a steaming load of the hunk’s seed.

Despite his best efforts, putting every ounce of his experience to task, his enthusiasm only got him so far; before he knew it, his pitiable motions were outstripped by Falke’s bestial zeal. Moaning with each thrust, the wind literally driven from his lungs, he clamped his hole round the stud’s pistoning shaft. As he teetered on the brink, taunted by the sweltering knot pounding against his entrance, the griffon snorted and gave one final, unstoppable plunge.

The sensation of the girthy bulb of flesh forcing its way inside him drove him past the brink, causing him to howl and dampen the ground with his impotent spunk, but that was just the beginning of his ecstasy. With each beat of the giant’s pounding heart, the knot plugging his ass swelled, crushing his prostate and driving what little jizz he had out of him. His eyes rolled back, the breath hitched in his throat, and for a fleeting moment he feared he may die of the raw, unadulterated pleasure, as he slipped unconscious.

He had no way to tell how long he’d remained passed out, but he awoke from a slap on his cheek. Shakily lifting his head and looking around in confusion, wondering what in the world had happened, he peered over and into Falke’s eye. The titan was still atop him, leaning over and peering at his face.

“I know you worked really hard to get this in ya’, but I’m gonna need this back,” the griffon muttered, moving in reverse.

Sunburst was dragged along the ground for a second, before the gargantuan knot was pulled from his backside. A deluge of spunk erupted from his ass, coursing over his coin purse, down his thighs, and pooling on the cobblestone, while he groaned. The cool night air against his gaped pucker was almost torturous, a stark contrast to the scorching rod which had been filling him moments prior, though he realized they couldn’t have stay tied forever.

Stepping around and bringing his colossal, cum-slathered length to bear, Falke smiled. “Lick it clean if you want a tip.”

Shivering from hoof to head, Sunburst pushed himself up and began dutifully licking his customer’s shaft. While he felt bad that he hadn’t found any new playmates for the drones, he took some consolation that he’d earned some cash. As he lapped at the slickened cock, the taste of seed and his ass washing over his taste buds, he had a thought - if he didn’t have much luck running into bottoms in this part of town, he may have better chances in a higher class neighborhood.

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