“Gah!” Blueblood yelped as he bolted upright in his bed.

Slick with sweat he looked around his darkened chamber, his wide, wild eyes. The drapes on his open window fluttered in the breeze, drawing his attention over to the side of his room. What in the world had been going on with him? He hadn’t had nightmares since he’d been a colt - then again, to call the dreams he’d been having recently frightening wasn’t quite right.

He shifted and went to slip from his bed, intent on getting a glass of water to soothe his frazzled nerves, and went still. Feeling a warm dampness on his groin, he lifted the cover and gave a deep, annoyed sigh. This would be the third time in the last week that he’d have to sneak his lines into the laundry room, but he had little choice in the matter. If his servants found out he’d been having wet dreams like some lustful schoolcolt, questions would be raised - questions he would rather not address.

Slipping from his mattress, he quietly pulled the blankets and sheets off his bed and wiped down his slickened nethers. It was exceedingly rare for a stallion of his standing to go without in any regard, being both healthy and wealthy for his age, yet his true tastes were a well-guarded secret. While he may rub elbows or flirt with mares at social events, that was merely to save face and keep up appearances.

“Blueblood…”

He froze and a cold pit formed in his stomach, hearing his name. His eyes shot about the chamber, panic gripped him, and he reflexively backed away to the door. Had somepony gotten by his guards and snuck into his manor? Was somepony out to get him? Could one of his staff members be playing a trick at his expense? Glancing into the gloomy corners of his room, he squawked when he bumped against something large, warm, and immovable.

“Don’t hurt me!” he bleated, wheeling around and stumbling over his own hooves. “If it’s bits you’re after, I’ll…”

He fell silent when he saw whom - rather what was lurking behind him. As tall as Celestia and at least twice as broad, his visitor gazed upon him with glowing, cat-like eyes. It, whatever it was, seemed to be a twisted, infernal form of a pony, sporting a coiled set of horns, gleaming fangs, and what appeared to be cloven hooves, yet it made no move to pursue him. Unintentionally backing himself into a corner, gripped with fear, he blinked when the giant gave a low, reverent bow.

“My most sincere apologies, Sir Blueblood,” it - no, he rumbled.

“W…w…who are you?” Blueblood stammered. “What are you?”

Straightening up, the fiend brought a cloven hoof to his chest. “I am Gilded Baron,” he serenely responded, “and I’m not here for bits.”

“T…that doesn’t answer the other question,” he pressed, still uneasy but feeling slightly less threatened than he had moments prior.

“My dear, sweet Blueblood, I’m an incubus,” Gilded purred. “While you may not have heard of me, I know all about those naughty little desires you’ve been keeping secret from everypony…”

Incubus? His secret? What in the world was this thing talking about?! His home was warded by layers of protective magic, he had a small retinue of soldiers who secured his estate, and there was no possible way the creature would have any knowledge about what his desires - unless…

Cocking his head, he ran a forehoof up his neck and to his cheek. “This is a dream ~ isn’t it?”

“Oh it’s so much more than a dream,” the colossus chuckled. “Are you not fully aware and in control of your actions? Can you not feel the warmth of your frog against your face? Do you not feel even the slightest thrill by finding yourself with a big, dominant stallion who’d be more than happy to deliver you to the gates of ecstasy itself?”

The giant’s sonorous tone and impressive physique was enough to distract him, but he resisted the urge. “If this is better than a dream, and I’m not saying it is, prove it?”

With his heavily-lidded gaze never straying from his face, Gilded’s lips twisted into a smirk. “Perhaps this will convince you…”

A flash of golden light momentarily blinded him and caused him to cover his face. The sorcery would assuredly alert his guards that there was a trespasser in his room, if he was awake and this was actually happening, giving him some small comfort. He blinked rapidly, clearing his vision and giving his eyes time to readjust to the shadows around him.

“What did you…” he trailed off, spying a second figure standing beside the demon.

“This is Thunderlane,” Gilded began as he caressed the pony’s back. “Go and introduce yourself to our host, darling.”

Trotting forward, the pegasus mare smiled and dipped her head. “H…hello.”

Whoever this Thunderlane was, Blueblood had to admit that she was quite comely for a mare. The teal tones of her flowing mane contrasted the gray of her coat, her eyes twinkled like a pair of yellow diamonds, and her figure was curvaceous to say the least. With generous hips, an expansive backside, and a pair of respectable teats hanging just behind her gravid belly, she was a beauty - even if he had no interest in her.

He turned his attention back to Gilded, feeling his temper wear thin. “I don’t know how you and this little tramp of yours got in here, but security will -”

“Blue ~ may I call you Blue?” the titan interrupted. “Since you seem a bit confused on a number of topics, allow me to clarify things. First and foremost, nopony is going to bother us - secondly, this isn’t a mare.”

“Pheh -” he scoffed, dismissively waving a hoof. “If that’s not a mare, I’m not a Prince.”

“Thunder,” Gilded murmured, drawing the mare’s attention back at him. “Be a dear and help him understand what I meant.”

The pegasus carefully sat down, eased herself onto her side, and rolled onto her back without the slightest bit of hesitation. Blueblood looked down upon her and pursed his lips. He had no interest in some pregnant, obedient strumpet of a mare, yet what he saw when she shamelessly splayed her hind legs made recoil in shock. While it was small and somewhat dainty, a sheath and coin purse rested beneath her breasts and between her - his thighs.

“That…that’s…” he croaked while mind went absolutely haywire.

“That’s what?” Gilded snickered, stepping over and caressing Thunder’s engorged teat. “Your eyes don’t deceive you, he is - pardon, was a stallion.”

Blueblood stared down in disbelief, trying and failing to process what he was looking at. While he’d run across femcolts before, Thunderlane was something else entirely. Not only did the pegasus lack a single stallionly feature, save for his package, but he looked like he was on the cusp of delivering twins or possibly even triplets. As he peered at the expectant pony, his brow knit.

“There it is,” the giant hummed, snapping him from his thoughts.

Forcing himself to look up at the behemoth, he grimaced. “There what is?”

“Don’t be so coy, Blue,” Gilded clucked, smiling wolfishly over at him. “There’s no need to be ashamed…”

His mouth went dry and his pulse quickened. There was no way - no possible way the fiend could know about him ~ could he? Watching the titan smoothly step over the pegasus and approach him, he held his ground and did everything he could to appear unmoved. Rationally speaking, the only thing that made sense was that the bizarre interaction was a figment of his imagination - that or he’d died in his sleep and somehow wound up in Tartarus.

“Explain that,” he demanded, pointing at Thunder.

“Of course,” the incubus tittered, “but only if you admit it.”

With his knees quaking and a cold bead of sweat forming on his brow, Blueblood gulped. “Admit w…what?”

Gilded closed the gap between them and brought his muzzle to his ear. “Admit that you’re jealous…”

The word affirmed his greatest fears. As impossible as it was, though he’d never seen this monster before, his deepest, most guarded secret had been discovered and laid bare. Throughout his entire adult life, he’d done everything in his power to conceal his amorous feelings from everypony he’d ever met - his parents, the nobility, and even his closest friends, yet Gilded had seen through him. Sensing his stallionhood slipping from its sheath, he cast his eyes to the floor.

“Blue,” Gilded cooed, tenderly hooking a hoof under his chin to lift his face, “I can make it a reality.”

This was a dream - it had to be. As he reluctantly looked up to the beast’s face, a shuddering breath escaped him. With his guards in sight and no sign of rescue to be seen, alone with Gilded and the feminized stallion laying mere feet from him, he closed his eyes and steeled himself.

“I…I…” he faltered, struggling to give voice to something he never thought he’d confess to anypony. “I am…”

Shying away, Gilded beamed. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Don’t you feel so much better getting that off your chest?”

Blueblood nodded and peered down at Thunder. Though he felt a bit of relief, the envy that coursed through him was all but palpable. More than ready to hear how the pegasus had gone through such a metamorphosis, he bit his tongue and waited for an explanation.

“To address your curiosity about little Thunder here,” Gilded muttered, “it was a trivial affair. He, like yourself, wished to bask in true subservience, to dedicate himself to a real stallion, so it was my honor - nay, my duty to lend him my aid. Should you -”

“I want it,” Blueblood pouted as his composure broke. “All these years, I’ve been living a lie. My family expects an heir of me, the aristocrats of Canterlot constantly badger and tease me for being single, and I’m constantly having to pretend that I’m somepony I’m not. I want what Thunder has - actually, I want more than what he has!”

Trotting forward and circling the noble, Gilded appraised Blueblood as though he were a prime piece of produce. “Is that so? Pray tell, what more would you want?”

“More of everything,” he lamented. “A larger pair of teats - no, udders, a small, useless prick that can’t get hard, and a fat ass that’s meant to be bred!”

“I must say, I’m liking the sound of that,” the incubus mused. “Anything else?”

Wheeling to face the beast, he sternly looked up at his guest. “I wish I could give all this up, my riches and my title, to experience true pleasure.”

Bursting into laughter, Gilded held up a forehoof and fought to contain himself. “Spoken like a true sow, I’ll give you that. Yes - yes, I believe I could deliver on those accounts, although I’d be remiss for not testing your determination. If you meant what you said, prostrate yourself and serve me like the cum-drunk slut you wish you were.”

Blueblood crouched and practically shot under the titan, fueled by a lust like he’d never known. The demon’s musk, meaty sheathe, and gradually emerging stallionhood were just as impressive as the rest of the colossus, though he gave himself no time to revel in it. After having spent years and years denying himself, too fearful and anxious to actually act on his carnal instincts to do anything with a stud, he leapt at the chance to live out his fantasies.

Seating himself, he made out with Gilded’s hoof-sized cock-head and extended a forehoof to fondle the fiend’s fat, cum-filled balls. The scent filling his sinuses, the flavor of unwashed flesh on his palate, the sound of the stud’s throaty, approving groan above him - they made him nearly manic with desire. He wanted to control himself, to be the smooth, sensual bitch he daydreamed of being, but it was no use - trying to rein himself in was like asking a foal to be calm on Hearth’s Warming morning.

French kissing the massive, ebony tip of his otherworldly visitor’s length, he openly moaned. His own stallionhood was as hard as a diamond, so rigid that it actually hurt, but he paid it no mind. There was only one way he was going to get any relief, if he had any say in the matter, and it would be from getting his ass positively destroyed by the demon.

Seconds passed and Gilded stepped back, removing his tool from the desperate pony’s face. “Now that you’ve quite enthusiastically sealed the deal, allow me to fulfill my promise…”

As a golden aura surrounded him, Blueblood gasped. His hair stood on end, an intense, almost electric sensation shot through him, and he felt lightheaded, yet he was somehow able to remain on his hooves. He couldn’t fully see it, barely able to stay upright, but he swore he could feel his body changing. The experience couldn’t have lasted for more than a hoofful of minutes, but it felt weary when the light finally faded from around him.

“Oh my,” Gilded breathed, slapping his then rigid shaft against his underbelly. “I don’t say this often, but I may have outdone myself with you…”

Blueblood didn’t say a word as he turned and rushed over to his vanity. His heart raced, his body felt odd, and his thoughts were a jumbled, excited mess, as he hurried to the mirror. He knew - well, hoped he’d look different, yet the sight of his reflection took him aback. Save for the baby blue eyes and sandy blonde mane and tail, he found himself looking at a stranger.

His lips were full and exceedingly plump, his slim waist and expansive rear made him look like he belonged on a street corner, and his breasts - sweet, merciful Celestia, Gilded hadn’t skimped on giving him a pair of teats that would put most dairy cows to shame! Smiling like an absolute idiot, turning in place and looking himself over from top to bottom, he was overjoyed with the results. For the first time in his life, he felt like he had the body he was meant to, although his appearance was only one facet of his desires.

Mirroring Thunders actions from earlier, he - correction, she cast herself onto her back and squeezed her breasts between her thighs. She may not have been a mare in the purest sense of the word, assuming she had a diminutive colthood hidden behind her mountainous tits, but she’d be darned if she wasn’t going to revel in her newfound femininity. Igniting her horn and levitating a pillow under her head, she peered over to her savior as he approached her.

“H…hey - uh - what do I look like - you know, down there?” she practically mumbled, splaying her legs.

Turning his eyes down to her nethers, he grinned from ear to ear. “Let’s just say that small and useless would be generous descriptions of your little clit.”

He reached out with a forehoof and nonchalantly caressed her loins to hammer his point home. Trembling from the tips of her hooves to the top of her horn, she writhed as she was beset with bliss. She honestly couldn’t say if she had an endowment or not, feeling fantastic regardless, but that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. On the off chance that she had some shriveled nub of a colthood, it would only serve as a decoration and perhaps a plaything for any stud handsome and imperious enough to bed her.

“There is one more thing I could offer you,” Gilded hummed, withdrawing his foreleg and stepping over her. “By chance, since you’ve such a delightful little broodmare now, would you like me to christen you?”

She gnawed her lip while he ran his length forward and back between her breasts. “Y…yes.”

“Then put those cock-pillows to use,” he chuckled, driving his dick up to her face.

If she hadn’t lost a bit of her size, Gilded’s endowment was somehow bigger than it had been a few short minutes ago - in either case, giving the logistics of how she’d accommodate something so gargantuan in herself, she closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around his cock-head. Every part of her felt incredible, with the slightest bit of stimulation sending bolts of pleasure through her, and it shattered her inhibitions outright. She may have been a Prince, a refined stallion who mingled with the elite of Equestria, but that was the past. Now that she had the physique she’d always pined for, and a true stud to put her in her place, she was a Princess.

Bobbing her head and sucking him off, she peeked down his immense length and to his bucking hips. While she’d never felated anypony before, she had given herself plenty of practice on dildos and sex toys she’d surreptitiously purchased over the years. Her tongue massaged the sensitive underside of his shaft, she pressed her tits together to stroke him off, and she hummed around his pistoning tool. She’d never had any urge to use her stallionhood herself, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t aware of how to make a stud feel good.

The only unfortunate thing, if she had to name one, was that her position only allowed her to suck on a fraction of what he had to offer. Situated as she was, lying supine with him straddling her, she only able to suck on the first few inches of his length - sure, he was still able to bump against the back of her throat when he thrust into her face, but she made a note to ask him for a real throat swabbing before everything was said and done. Slowing just enough to let him take the lead, she marveled at her new self.

She knew it was silly, that she’d ultimately wake up in bed with her old, masculine body as it always had been, yet she couldn’t help but imagine the things she could do if she stayed like this. Revealing attire would be a must, just classy enough to display her wealth but provocative enough to catch any stallion’s eye, and she’d have to get plenty of makeup to match her various outfits. The notion of strutting her stuff and being branded as a homewrecker, the envy of most mares, added yet another layer of thrill to the spontaneous, perverse exchange.

“So - Mmmm - eager,” Gilded blithely sighed. “You will make a fine mother for many, many imps.”

The mention of his progeny and the pregnant pegasus lingering nearby brought a fleeting bit of clarity to her lust-addled mind. Seeing as how she’d been transformed into a bombshell of a bimbo, was getting tit-fucked by an incubus from Tartarus, and had met a gravid femcolt in such a small period of time, she was absolutely sure she was still sleeping - as such, realizing that anything was possible and that there was no harm in indulging herself, she pulled back and freed her muzzle with a soft, wet pop.

Leaning to the side and gazing down to her face, Gilded quirked a brow. “Done so soon?”

“Fuck me,” she bleated. “I want you to knock me up with so many imps that I can’t move.”

“How could I say no to such a lovely request,” he mused. “But first…”

Trotting in reverse, he dipped his head and wrapped and suckled on her teat. She’d liked to play with her nipples when she’d been a stallion, rubbing them when she was fucking herself with a sex-toy, yet the sensation of his lips and tongue on the sensitive bud of flesh was leagues more pleasurable when when she’d done anything to herself. Bending forward at the waist, she locked her hind legs around the back of his head.

Gilded snorted and stood, freeing himself from her without any effort whatsoever, and sent power into his horn. “Patience, little sow. Soon enough, you’ll have more than enough imps nursing on you.”

Images of herself breastfeeding a pair of healthy, tartarian foals assailed her and heightened her arousal. She knew it was wrong to want to be knocked up as a stallion, that such a thing went against the natural order of the world and ran contrary to what was accepted, but wasn’t shackled by conventions - not anymore. Thanks to Gilded, the first creature to know of and accept her true self, she was liberated.

Calling upon his magic and hovering her onto her bed, he glanced over to her vanity. “Darling, do you have any lube? Since I’ll be breaking you in and making a mother of you, I want you to enjoy yourself as much as possible.”

She nodded over to her dresser as she scrambled up to her hooves. “Top drawer of my dresser. Do you mind if - um…”

“Mind what, dearest?” he sweetly inquired, opening and lifting a large bottle from the drawer she’d noted.

“C…can I ride you?” she nervously asked. “I’ve always wanted to try cowgirl on a big, sexy stud.”

Crossing to the bed, Gilded lingered at the bedside. “In time, my sweet. This is your special day, the first day of your new life, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. But first, I’m going to make you feel like a mare on her wedding night...”

Too enamored to question him, she got onto her back and wiggled to the very edge of the mattress. The notion of being claimed in such an intimate decision took her thoughts off of riding him in an instant. She expectantly splayed her hind legs as he trotted over to her while magically slathering his monstrous stallionhood with the lube.

He tossed the bottle over his shoulder and brought his face between her thighs. “Such a lovely pussy. It’s almost a shame that I’m going to ruin it - almost…”

The dirty talk was the icing on the cake and it sundered her self-restraint. “Fuck me, please. Make a mare out of me.”

Raring onto his hind legs and kissing his cock-head to her winking, trembling entrance, he prepared himself. “As you wish, darling…”

No sooner did he finish speaking than he drove his hips forward and gradually sank his shaft into her. She’d anticipated a struggle, unable to comprehend if or even how he’d be able to fit inside of her, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. Her pucker yielded, stretching open to embrace Gilded’s mammoth stallionhood, and the rapture she felt broke her entirely.

She screamed and thrashed beneath him in ecstasy, painting the underside of her bust with her impotent load, while she was devastated by the most astounding climax of her life. Though it was the definition of madness, she swore she could feel every little detail of being impaled. The veins along his length, the fat, battering ram-like head, the subtle curve of his cock, they were all amazing.

Barely recovering when he’d fully hilted himself, resting his balls against her rump, she panted and glanced down at herself. The imprint of his dick snaked up from past her breasts and disappeared beneath her rib cage. Excited though she was, the impossibility of what she was seeing, along with how there wasn’t the slightest bit of pain or discomfort, lent more weight to the fact that she must be dreaming.

“Are you ready?” Gilded rumbled, gazing down at her.

Setting her fetlocks on his hips and reaching up with her forehooves, she drew him in. Of course she was ready ~ why wouldn’t she be? He’d made her into a depraved parody of a stallion, a creature stripped of masculinity but denied of being a full mare, and she loved him for it. As she closed her eyes and drove her tongue into his muzzle, he began rutting her in earnest.

Every plunge of his titanic cock divine havoc upon her, the way her nipples caressed his underbelly while her breasts jostled was fantastic, and his kiss left nothing to be denied. She’d known Gilded for less than an hour, but there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him. Should he wish her to become a foal-factory for the imp creatures he’d mentioned, that would be a small price to pay for being his mate.

Her second climax struck as suddenly and fiercely as the first, leading her to whimper and mewl into his snout, yet he didn’t slow - instead, he gradually hastened his pace. She’d often wondered if Heaven and Tartarus were real places or if they were simply made up to scare little colts and fillies, but the revelation of their existence contradicted the stories she’d heard. If Gilded was to be believed, and she had no reason to doubt his word, she’d much rather join him in the infernal depths for all of eternity than to ascend.

Clinging tightly to his neck, she broke the kiss and pressed her face against his collar. While she’d always enjoyed playing with her sex-toys, using her magic to have the things screw her in all manner of different positions, her masturbatory habits couldn’t hold a candle to the genuine article. It was like she and Gilded had been made for one another, like a key made for a lock, and that understanding cemented a new desire.

She pulled back while pushing him away before she could cum a third time. It was her deepest hope that she wouldn’t offend him, realizing that it wasn’t a mare’s place to bring a stallion’s good time to an end, but she had to risk it. He slowed, if only just, and turned his head to peer at her with a single golden eye.

“M…may I ride you, Sir?” she breathed, her voice shaking and uneven.

“You have to let me go first,” he giggled, rocking his hips from side to side. As she withdrew her legs, he stood and stepped onto the mattress next to her. “And it’s Master.”

Seeing him roll onto his back beneath the headboard and make himself comfortable, she nodded. “Yes, Master. I…I’m sorry, Master.”

“Come now, don’t worry that pretty little head of yours,” he tutted. “If you truly wish to thank me, come over here and fuck yourself on me.”

She scrambled over him, got into position, and did as he asked in a flash. There was no buildup, no steady escalation or teasing, she simply screwed herself with reckless, giddy abandon while placing her forehooves on his broad, powerful chest. Though it was a bit different than when he’d been doing her in a missionary style, having most of the control herself, but all the time she’d spent with her dildos had prepared her for this moment.

Hammering her ass on him like a bitch in heat, she glanced back when he shifted. She hadn’t asked him for it - heck, she hadn’t even thought about it, but he’d raised and braced his hind legs and made a backrest for her from his thighs. Recalling a position from naughty magazines and peep shows she’d seen, she leaned back and brought a forehoof behind her head.

“Marvelous,” he murmured, watching her bounce on his dick. “Had I not seen that adorable little button mushroom you used to call a colthood, I wouldn’t believe you were ever a stallion at all.”

She tried to snicker, flattered by his complement, yet all she could manage was a disjointed series of moans. Her physical bliss paired perfectly with the gratification of what she’d become. Arching her back and rhythmically clenching and relaxing her hole, sensing his pre-cum oozing into her depths, she mewled as her nipples were twisted and pulled on.

The additional stimulation proved too much for her, earning Gilded a spattering of her climactic essence on his abdomen and groin. She could no longer call her essence cum, noting how crystal clear and watery it had become, yet the development only drove her deeper into the depths of depravity. Now that she had the body she’d always yearned for and found a stud imposing enough to claim her, there was only one thing left that she desired.

“C…c…cum in me!” she begged, flying into a frenzy. “Give me your imps!”

Sitting up and grabbing her hips with his forehooves, he tensed and smiled. “As you wish…”

With a speed that belied his colossal size, he seized the reins and plowed her as though she were a field in spring. She fell forward and howled against him, teetering on the brink of lunacy as she climaxed over and over and over again. His onslaught went on seemingly without end, surpassing anything any mortal stallion could accomplish, although even he wasn’t without his limits.

Sensing his length throb and the tip of his length beginning to flare, she clung to him for dear life. This was it, the moment she’d fantasized about for most of her life, and she would never be more ready. As he hilted himself and bit down on her collar, mingling her rapture with the slightest trace of pain, a heat surged into her.

Every throb of his stallionhood sent gouts of his precious, virile seed into her welcoming depths, yet that wasn’t the best part - the best part was that she could all but literally see the results from his deluge of foal-batter. Eggs - dozens and dozens of her eggs, things which hadn’t existed an hour prior, were fertilized over the span of a few seconds. Life had been sewn within her, marking her as a mother to be, and the gravitas of that impossible fact gave her the most powerful climax of her life.

In a dream-like, blissful haze, she weaved in and out of consciousness. At some point, though she knew not when, Gilded had unsheathed his stallionhood from her and rested her on his back beside him. When she eventually came to, sticky with climactic juices and more exhausted than she could ever remember being, she wearily looked down at her belly.

If Thunder had looked pregnant with twins, she appeared to be past her due date for quadruplets. The skin on her belly was stretched taut, the pink of her flesh peeking through the white of her coat, and her breasts somehow looked larger as well. Staring at her bosoms and seeing a slight stream of white leaking from her nipples, she closed her thighs and clamped her tits together. Sure enough, just like every other inconceivable thing that had happened that evening, streams of milk sprayed from her teats.

“Don’t worry,” Gilded noted as he impassively watched the display, “our imps will be sure to keep your udders drained - by the way, dearest, I had a small question.”

Struggling to take her eyes off her teats, she glanced up at him. “Y…yes?”

“Considering the size of this lavish estate, would you mind if my other broodmares and vassals come and stay here with us? I don’t expressly need your permission, since you did pledge yourself to me, but it would be rude not to ask,” he chuckled.

She had a nagging sense that something was amiss, that she may have quite literally signed her soul over to a devil, but she nodded and beamed all the same. Regardless of whether she was in the waking world or a dream, real life or a fantasy, she was happy - truly happy. Caressing him as he leaned in for a kiss, she wondered exactly what the future would hold for them, their family, and the guests he’d just mentioned…

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