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[RGRE] Dressage

By Uh-hmmm
Created: 25th March 2021 07:17:19 PM

  1. >You are Anon, trying to unwind after a long week of applying for jobs
  2. >Your spare change sold for a lot to various coin collectors, so you bought a house and still have a decent amount left over
  3. >But it's been shrinking with your daily expenses
  4. >It's not there weren't jobs for beings without cutie marks, or at least without applicable cutie marks
  5. >But you aren't exactly eager to be a hayburger flipper, housekeeper, or call center drone
  6. >Caramel and Time Turner are true bros, but they can't really afford to hire a worker
  7. >What they can do is take you out for drinks, which is how you ended up in the Corn Hole
  8. >It's a decent bar, and their whiskey is pretty good
  9. >You still feel kinda ridiculous only wearing shorts and sandals, but it keeps the moral guardians happy
  10. >Silly backwards horses raise a fuss over the dumbest things
  11. >Caramel grins at Time Turner
  12. >"I hear a certain pegasus has been dropping by more often, has she asked you out yet?"
  13. >Turner blushes
  14. >"Ditzy is a bit clumsy, she's just been breaking her alarm clock a lot recently. I'm sure she's not..."
  15. >Caramel doesn't say anything, but his grin gets more smug by the second
  16. >Time Turner scowls halfheartedly
  17. >"Shut up."
  18. >Caramel shrugs
  19. >"Didn't say anything."
  20. >You look at the clockmaker
  21. "You know, you could just ask her out yourself, skip all this waiting and worrying."
  22. >He slumps in his chair
  23. >"I know, but... what if she really is just being clumsy?"
  24. >You raise an eyebrow
  25. "She's also a sweet and cute mare, from what I hear. Even if she does turn you down, she'll be nice about it."
  26. >Time Turner frowns, but doesn't have a reply
  27. >Caramel sighs
  28. >"She really ought to be the one to take the first step, but Anon's right too. If you want her, get her. Or at least put on a scarf when she comes by, give her a little eye candy to tempt her."
  29. >Turner tilts his head
  30. >"I do have that long scarf..."
  31. >You roll your eyes and knock back the rest of your drink
  32. "I'm going to go get a refill, want anything?"
  33. >The two stallions shake their heads
  34. >You get up and approach the bar
  35. "Another whiskey, please."
  36. >The barmare nods and grabs a bottle
  37. >While she pours, a light gray mare with a pale yellow short cropped mane sidles up to you
  38. >"Hey there, handsome. You've got the foalchasing legs to be a great model, interested?"
  39. >You roll your eyes at the sleazy mare
  40. "Buzz off."
  41. >She hops up on the stool next to you and shakes her head with a lopsided smile
  42. >"Don't be so quick on the draw, colt. Word around town is that you're looking for work, and I can always use new talent at my modeling agency. My name's Easy Money, and my talent is helping folks get bits quick. Here's my card."
  43. >You raise an eyebrow at her, but take the card and look at it
  44. >[Easy's House of House Call Modeling]
  45. >[8675 Leonine Street, Ponyville]
  46. "House call modeling?"
  47. >Easy nods
  48. >"There's a lot of let's say, amateur artists, and it's hard for them to get a pony to pose for them, maybe put on a vest or something."
  49. >You give her a flat look
  50. "Look, is this like, an erotic dancing gig or full on prostitution?"
  51. >Her eyes go wide
  52. >"No! Nononono, I'm a respectable businessmare, you pick out exactly what you are willing to put on beforehoof, and I got a tauress to go with you to keep the mares from taking liberties. You don't even have to put on socks if you don't want to."
  53. >You blink
  54. >That... doesn't sound that bad, actually
  55. >You pocket the card
  56. "I'll think about it."
  57. >With that, you go back to your table and nurse your drink
  58. >Caramel and Turner exchange a glance
  59. >Caramel coughs
  60. >"Look, you don't want to be a dresser, there's more respectable jobs out there for you, I'm sure of it."
  61. >You shrug
  62. "I'm just thinking about it. What is so bad about it, so I have an idea of what I'd be getting into?"
  63. >Turner frowns
  64. >"It's degrading, playing dress up for mares. And they like to stuff your pockets with bits to make them bulge obscenely."
  65. >You raise your eyebrows
  66. "Is that all?"
  67. >Caramel shifts uncomfortably
  68. >"I knew a stallion who did it to pay his way through college. About half his marefriends broke up with him when they saw his sock collection."
  69. >You frown, thinking of your own sock drawer
  70. "I'll keep that in mind."
  71. >There clearly are costs to the job, but you think you can handle it
  72. >Besides, how bad can it be?
  73. --
  74. >The next day found you walking downtown, eyeing the storefronts
  75. >Some of them are clearly holdovers from when Ponyville was just some backwater town down the tracks from Canterlot
  76. >Others have the polished crystal displays and automatic doors that remind you of home
  77. >Easy's House of House Call Modeling splits the difference; brick walls, wide front windows looking in on a minimalist lobby
  78. >The building itself has several floors, which is more than you were expecting for such a sketchy sounding business
  79. >You open the door, a bell jingling to alert the stallion at the front desk
  80. >He adjusts his white collar and black bowtie and gives you his best professional smile
  81. >"Welcome, how can I help you?"
  82. >You fish the card out of your pocket and show it to him
  83. "Easy offered me a modeling job?"
  84. >He looks you up and down and nods
  85. >"I can see why. Wait just a sec, I'll call Stable Staple."
  86. >He taps a few buttons on the landline phone and holds the receiver to his ear and smiles faintly at you
  87. >"I'm Holding Line, by the way."
  88. >You nod to him
  89. "Anonymous. Nice to meet you."
  90. >He opens his mouth to reply then pauses
  91. >"Stabes, Boss pulled in some new blood named Anonymous. Er, minotaur, I guess?"
  92. >You clear your throat
  93. "Human, actually."
  94. >Holding raises his eyebrows
  95. >"Says he's a human. Never heard about that variant, maybe the girls know more."
  96. >Holding Line shrugs and hangs up
  97. >He smiles at you
  98. "He'll be along in just a sec."
  99. >You nod, for lack of a better reply
  100. >True to his word, a door to the side of the front desk opens and a bright red unicorn stallion trots out, shaking his jaw-length silver mane
  101. >Stable pauses at the sight of you, shrugs, then jerks his head towards the door
  102. >"Come on in, let's get you situated."
  103. >You follow him down a hallway into a locker room
  104. >"We won't be sending you out the first  day, got to see what fits you, teach you some moves, finagle a schedule, that sort of thing."
  105. >He pulls up by one of the open lockers and levitates the key from inside it to you
  106. >"Keep track of this. We can make a copy if you lose it, and I have a master key if needed, but replacing it will come out of your wages."
  107. >You pocket the key
  108. "Got it."
  109. >Stable nods and heads towards the other door
  110. >It opens out into a large garage, a fleet of covered handcarts lined up in rows
  111. >Along the far wall is a milling crowd of female minotaurs, not a stitch of clothing among them
  112. >You can't help but stare
  113. >More than a few catch you looking, but they merely smile and wave
  114. >Stable clears his throat, eyeing you with a inscrutable expression
  115. >"They're our security and transport personnel. You'll be assigned one for your first run, but it's up to you if you want to switch after that. They've been well trained, but you should still tell me immediately if one of them tries anything on you."
  116. >You swallow
  117. "Right, will do."
  118. >He shrugs, then leads you upstairs
  119. >The second floor is filled with racks of clothing and rolling bins
  120. >Stable looks you over with a frown
  121. >"I'm not sure we have any tops or bottoms that fit you. Do you happen to have a wardrobe?"
  122. >You scratch your cheek
  123. "I have a decent amount of shirts, pants and socks, if that's what you mean."
  124. >He gives you a relieved smile
  125. >"Perfect. Do bring those in as soon as you can, we'll need them for the promo photoshoot. Feel free to use the laundry facilities for your clothes, we've got the very best washers, dryers, and dry cleaners bits can buy."
  126. >You raise your eyebrows, but upon reflection it makes sense
  127. >Dressers probably have to take very good care of their clothes
  128. >Stable tours you through the laundry area, showers, break room, studio and so on
  129. >You pass by a fair few guys, mostly stallions with a few griffs, d-dogs, and a buffalo
  130. >It's all a bit overwhelming, which your guide seems to sense
  131. >Stable smiles wryly
  132. >"It's about lunch time anyways, let's take a break."
  133. >You nod
  134. "Sounds good. Are there any good restaurants nearby? I forgot to bring lunch."
  135. >He shrugs
  136. >"A few, Pan&Posies is a good floral sandwich shop, S-Tart has cheap pastries, but we also have a lot of cherries, cheese, and bread in the break room for anypony to eat."
  137. >As Stable enters the break room, he opens the fridge and cabinets with his magic
  138. >You expected loaves of bread and bricks of cheddar, but there's also bagels, rolls, pepperjack, smoked gouda...
  139. "I can't imagine it would be cheap to stock all of this."
  140. >The manager smirks
  141. >"The benefit of good customer relations. Work here long enough and you'll end up on one of the milk runs sooner or later."
  142. >You settle for a bagel, cream cheese, and a handful of cherries
  143. >Stable Staple grabs a bowl of salad and a cupcake from the fridge and sits down by a table
  144. >After a few bites, you have to ask
  145. "How'd you get into this business? I doubt it was a bar-side pickup."
  146. >Stable laughs
  147. >"Close enough. I used to manage a troupe of actors, booking theaters, commissioning major props and backgrounds, all sorts of things."
  148. >He nibbles at the cupcake, a faraway look in his eyes
  149. >"It was a lot of work, and we did some great performances."
  150. >You frown in concern
  151. "What happened?"
  152. >"Ulcers. Herding cats is a cakewalk compared to the rampant whimsy and narcissism of twelve stallions who are each convinced that they need to be the lead role just this once, just in case a scout is watching this performance, and maybe they should be allowed to wear socks even if the character never would... Keeping a lid on all of that was more stress than I could stomach."
  153. >You nod your head
  154. "I could see that. So that's when Easy came around?"
  155. >Stable smiles
  156. >"Pretty much. See, she had been a regular, recruiting for this place. Then the Hearth's Warming play ended in a massive catfight on stage... So I was hitting the cider at the after party and Easy makes her pitch. She'd been lining up potential dressers, but she needed a male manager to make them feel safer about the whole business."
  157. >You shrug
  158. "She does have a pretty sketchy aura."
  159. >He nods
  160. >"I've talked to her about that, but she insists that it's better they get suspicious first and get pleasantly surprised. Something about gap mow eh, whatever that is."
  161. >The two of you finish off your lunches as you think about what Stable said
  162. >At the end of the day, it still seems like a sketchy business, but male management does make it seem safer
  163. --
  164. >The next couple of days go by fast, practicing the moves, getting a crash course in what mares like to look at, and taking pictures of you in your various outfits
  165. >It seems they upload the photos to their horsenet site and the clients use them to select a model and theme
  166. >Speaking of, today is the day you finally start working
  167. >Stable leads you to the covered cart you'll be riding in
  168. >A blue-grey tauress loads your suitcase into the cart bed and turns to you
  169. >Stable smiles
  170. >"Anon, this is Cobalt Composure, she'll be your chauffeur for this run."
  171. >Cobalt nods towards you stoically
  172. >You nod back, trying and failing to not look at her chest
  173. >Stable pats your shoulder and wanders off
  174. >You laugh awkwardly
  175. "So, uh, nice to meet you."
  176. >She sighs
  177. >"I would appreciate it if you did not stare. I know I am lacking, no need to rub it in."
  178. >You blink
  179. "Lacking? You've got a good two handfuls!"
  180. >Cobalt snorts
  181. >"Maybe for your pygmy hands, but... ah, how big do cows of your kind get?"
  182. >You shrug
  183. "Not sure about the exact average, but probably somewhere between half and two thirds of your chest. Not to mention that you're bigger in general."
  184. >She raises her eyebrows
  185. >"Truly? You really are a pygmy."
  186. >You roll your eyes and climb into the cart, Cobalt zipping up the back after you
  187. "I'm normal for a human, thank you very much."
  188. >She huffs in amusement and ducks under the spar of the handcart and starts pushing
  189. >You settle on your cushion as your ride eases forward
  190. >The cover of the cart is a bit like a cross between a camping tent and a jeep cover, with an open front and a canopy stretched out over Cobalt Composure
  191. >Passing ponies glance at you, scandalized, knowing, or curious
  192. >You feel jittery, looking forward to and dreading actually performing for customers
  193. >Before you know it, you're talking again
  194. "Don't your tits get sore from bouncing around?"
  195. >Cobalt shrugs
  196. >"If I'm running, sure. I can walk like this for hours without feeling it, though."
  197. "Huh."
  198. >Maybe they have stronger ligaments or something?
  199. >She coughs
  200. >"You have a lot of clothes from your own wardrobe, have you dressed before?"
  201. >You scratch your cheek as the cart trundles onward
  202. "Not in the sense you're thinking of. Back home, clothing is a lot more common."
  203. >Cobalt quietly moos at that
  204. >"I would like to see that, sometime."
  205. >You sigh
  206. "Me too. Once Twilight figures out how to portal back, I'll show you around."
  207. >She stumbles
  208. >"Portal?"
  209. >The tauress stops and turns to look at you in wonder
  210. >"Then you really are a human, from the land of salt and honey!"
  211. >You blink
  212. "Uh, Utah? No, I'm a human from Ohio, land of soybeans and corn."
  213. >Cobalt runs a hand through her short-cropped hair
  214. >"I can't believe I am carrying the kin of the Allfather!"
  215. >She glances at your suitcase
  216. >"Or that he would be a dresser, of all things."
  217. >You shrug
  218. "Man's gotta eat. Speaking of dressing, we should probably keep going. I don't want to be late for my first gig."
  219. >That seems to snap her out of it, and she grabs the bar and starts pushing the cart at a trot
  220. >Cobalt shakes her head and mutters to herself
  221. >For your part, you...feel alright, actually
  222. >Sure, there is some weird cultural stuff going on, but it's not something you have to worry about
  223. >Not much later, Cobalt comes to a stop by the Carousel Boutique, propping up the spars with a notched plank of wood
  224. >Considering the client is Rarity, Stable is starting you off easy
  225. >Goodness knows she's seen you in all sorts of states of dress
  226. >Makes you wonder why she even paid for the service, but maybe it's a business thing with Easy Money
  227. >Cobalt unzips the back, grabs your suitcase, and gives you a hand down out of the cart
  228. >You follow her to the door and take a deep breath
  229. >Cobalt opens it with a jingle and takes a right
  230. >You step through to find the shop floor cleared of marrequines and clothing racks
  231. >Instead, there's streamers, a cake on the table, Rarity approaching with a smile, Pinkie grinning, and Applejack facehoofing
  232. >Rarity kisses your hand while Cobalt start setting up
  233. >"It's an absolute pleasure to see you again, Anonymous. We were just wishing Applejack a very happy birthday, shall we see if you can make that wish come true?"
  234. >You grin
  235. "I'll do what I can."
  236. >Applejack sighs
  237. >"Ah shoulda known it'd end up like this."
  238. >You swagger up to her the way they taught you, slightly bow legged, the bulge in your shorts prominently displayed
  239. "I should thank you, Applejack."
  240. >Her eyes dart between your crotch and your face
  241. >"And why is that?"
  242. >You run your hands down your chest and smooth out your shorts
  243. "I realize now that you were right, I shouldn't have been prancing around in public dressed to the nines."
  244. >You slip your hands in your pockets, visibly moving them towards your inner thigh
  245. "I should have been doing it in private, for very special mares."
  246. >She swallows, unable to look away from your crotch
  247. >"Ah- that's-"
  248. >Pinkie whoops
  249. >"That's right! Pet that trouser snake!"
  250. >You wink at her and whirl around, shimmying back towards Cobalt and the table with the three outfits you brought
  251. >You unfasten your shorts and let them drop
  252. >Rarity hums in appreciation for your boxers
  253. >You pick up the white dress shirt and turn around
  254. >The mares watch you with hungry eyes as you slip an arm into each sleeve
  255. >You roll your stomach in a sinuous motion as you button down from the top
  256. >Turning back around, you grab your black dress pants and step into them
  257. >You bend over as you pull them up, looking over your shoulder to wink at Applejack
  258. >She swallows as she meets your gaze
  259. >You pick up your dress shoes and set them in front of a chair, which you then sit in with your legs wide open
  260. >You maintain eye contact with the apple matriarch as you zip up your pants
  261. >She licks her lips and you can see the cushion of her chair crumple under her forehooves
  262. >You close your legs and draw one up to your chest as you fish a sock from inside your shoe
  263. >The two earth ponies blush furiously as you slowly pull it onto your foot
  264. >Rarity merely leans forward with an interested expression
  265. >As you put on the rest of your suit, you are flattered to see that even she has a dusting of red on her cheeks
  266. >As you tie your tie, you affect an air of nonchalance
  267. "You know, my mother always insisted my father wear something like this to formal events."
  268. >Applejack dabs at her forehead with a handkerchief
  269. >"That poor stallion..."
  270. >Pinkie shifts uncomfortably
  271. >"Socks and all?"
  272. >You nod seriously
  273. >Rarity smirks
  274. >"A mare's mare, no doubt."
  275. >You get up and swagger to her, smoothing down your tie
  276. "She used to joke that this way, she always had a leash on him. Wanna give it a tug?"
  277. >Rarity grins, her magic gently but firmly pulling your tie until your face is a scant inch from hers
  278. >You deliberately blow on her snout
  279. >Instantly, her magic fails and she rocks back in her chair, face cherry red
  280. >As you straighten, she doesn't meet your gaze, fanning herself
  281. >"My my, Darling, but you are a deliciously naughty colt, aren't you?"
  282. >You boop her
  283. "Guilty as charged."
  284. >You head back to Cobalt and shuck off your coat and tie
  285. >She hangs them up as you pick up the apron and pass the loop over your head
  286. >You saunter over to Pinkie Pie, an innocent smile on your face
  287. "Say, could you tie this for me? It's so hard to reach back there."
  288. >She nods vigorously
  289. >"Hehe, sure thing! Back those buns my way and let Mama Pinkie show you how it's done~"
  290. >You obligingly turn around and back up into her personal space
  291. >She makes a perverted giggle as you feel the straps of your apron tighten around your midsection
  292. "Mmm, nice and tight, just how I like my mares."
  293. >Pinkie shivers a little in anticipation
  294. >"All done! Now give mama some sugar!"
  295. >You chuckle
  296. "Of course."
  297. >You bump your butt against her chest, gently knocking her back and shifting her posture in just the right way
  298. >You lower your butt and feel two soft, warm mounds press against it
  299. >Pinkie squeaks
  300. >You gyrate your rump on her lap, squishing, rubbing, and brushing her teats
  301. >"Anon, wait-"
  302. >You ignore her, grinning at the hardening nubs you can feel dragging against the smooth fabric of your pants
  303. >Pinkie squirms, her voice an octave higher
  304. >"Anon, those are my nips!"
  305. >You give her a few more gyrations, then you turn around and kneel in front of her
  306. "Oh, that's what that was? I'm so sorry, did I hurt you? Let me kiss it better."
  307. >Ponka stares at you, her chest heaving and her chair glistening between her legs
  308. >You lean down and kiss her right nipple, letting your lips linger on it, then her left, ending with a slight bit of suction
  309. >She moans, her hips bucking instinctively
  310. >You smile up at her
  311. "Is that better?"
  312. >She bites her lip, then pants out a faint, "Yeppers."
  313. >You rise to your feet and head back to Cobalt for the last time, stripping down to your socks and boxers
  314. >You put on a bit of a show as you change into shorts and a polo shirt, but they're not the key to your grand finale
  315. >You turn and face the thoroughly hot and bothered mares
  316. >Then slip your sock-covered feet into your sandals
  317. >Rarity slowly begins to scrunch
  318. >Pinkie Pie tilts her head
  319. >But Applejack, she just stares at you like she just achieved nirvana
  320. >You put on sunglasses and crack open a can of cider
  321. >You take a long slurp as you approach the birthday mare
  322. >Meanwhile, Rarity is starting to have a fit
  323. >"Nononono, socks DO NOT go with sandals! Darling, you need to change into something more erotic, not-"
  324. >You tune her out as you straddle Applejack's lap
  325. >She bites her lip, her hooves settling on your hips
  326. >"Anon, Ah-"
  327. >You take another slurp of cider as you start grinding your erection against her belly
  328. >Her eyes glaze over, her hips instinctively bucking and roiling under you
  329. >"Oh mah stars, Anon-"
  330. >You lean down and whisper in her ear
  331. "Haha, fashion horse go brrrrrr."
  332. >Applejack convulses and cries out, "Muh appuls!"
  333. >You ride out her orgasm, then tip back her hat to lay a smooch on her forehead
  334. >You get up and sashay out the door, Cobalt already packing up
  335. >You lean against the wagon and breath in the cool night air
  336. >That was a rush!
  337. >The feeling of having those mares at your mercy, trembling and aching at your touch~
  338. >Not to mention the satisfaction of reducing Applejack to a drooling mess after all the times she lectured you about modesty
  339. >To be fair, she was right about you being a "stallion of loose morals"
  340. >As you come down from your excitement, you feel your belly and leg muscles ache a little
  341. >All that twerking and grinding is harder work than you thought
  342. >...
  343. >What's taking Cobalt so long?
  344. >About ten minutes later, she finally emerges from the boutique, carrying your suitcase and a bag of bits that looks like an overstuffed pillowcase
  345. >You take a few nervous steps forward
  346. "So, uh, how did I do?"
  347. >Cobalt Composure looks at you in mild consternation
  348. >" 'How did I do', he says."
  349. >She heaves her burdens into the cart and turns to you
  350. >You smile weakly
  351. >She runs a hand through her short-cropped hair and sighs
  352. >"First things first, that amount of contact with clients is... excessive."
  353. >You rub your cheek nervously
  354. "Will I get in trouble for that?"
  355. >Cobalt shakes her head
  356. >"It's not illegal, exactly, but Easy, Stable, and everypony else who has authority over you has to be able to testify under truth serum that we didn't encourage you in any way to touch mares inappropriately."
  357. >You blink
  358. "Oh."
  359. >She snorts
  360. >"It also makes my job harder, when mares take it as an invitation to cross lines too. So, I would appreciate it if you didn't."
  361. >You nod seriously
  362. "Understood. Aside from that..."
  363. >Cobalt smacks the sack of bits
  364. >"Second, give the mares opportunities to slip bits into your pockets. That means slowing down your routine and not blowing their minds with your lewd whimsy. There have been dressers who rushed through the show and got almost no tips whatsoever. You're lucky the mares tonight were wealthy and happy."
  365. >Looks like two wrongs made a right this time, but that's not the sort of thing you should repeat
  366. "Won't let it happen again."
  367. >She looks you in the eye for a long moment, then nods in acknowledgment
  368. >"Third... you're a moon-banished natural at this, most rookies can't even manage dirty talk, let alone lap dances."
  369. >You grin
  370. "Really?"
  371. >Cobalt bites her lip and shivers
  372. >"You put on quite a show, Anon. Puts a new perspective on some of the writings of the Allmother."
  373. >You climb into the wagon with a happy chuckle
  374. "Glad I could bring religious enlightenment to you."
  375. >She grumbles under her breath as she ducks under the spars of the wagon
  376. >Your chauffeur grabs the notched plank and puts it away, then heaves on the pull bar
  377. >The cart rolls forward into the night
  378. >You can't help but notice a glistening between Cobalt's legs as the moonlight shines upon her
  379. >All things considered, you didn't think you'd find your calling as a dresser, but you doubt you could have so much fun in any other job
  380. >...
  381. >You really want to make this stoic tauress moo out loud
  382. >Just, get up all in her business and coax a nice reaction out of her
  383. >In retrospect, getting all hot and bothered yourself on the job was a mistake
  384. >You growl in frustration
  385. >First things first, when you get back, you'll have to check the policy on workplace romances and whatnot
  386. >Until then, you'll just have to content yourself with staring at her sweet ass
  387. >...
  388. >First things first, you'll relieve your boner in a bathroom stall, then look up policy
  389. >Ugh, you love this job and you hate it
  390.  
  391. >You are Cobalt Composure, and you are practically bathing in the scent of human arousal
  392. >You want to moo so bad, but you are a professional
  393. >You will get your charge to the agency, deposit his earnings, help hang up his clothes, walk him home, and then and only then will you will you lay your hands upon him and moo until he can hear nothing else
  394. >Ugh, you love this job and you hate it
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[RGRE] Dressage

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RGRE Promptbin 016

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