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Soda Pony TFTG-ish and Sex

By AtomicGlow
Created: 2023-03-19 20:49:41
Updated: 2023-11-27 05:53:50
Expiry: Never

  1. >Marshmallow
  2. You should have fucking known, that the newest coke flavor would taste identically to the last one. After the bullshit that was fucking space flavored soda, you should have known that transformation flavored soda would be-
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  4. Well the soda had at least one transformative effect, transforming your calm stomach into an upset one. You dumped the bottle of squeezed corn water into the cupholder as your groceries settled in the back seat of your car. The engine of your car took a few attempts to turn over as you started on the way back to your apartment.
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  6. The bumpy drive back home didn't exactly settle your stomach, every bump causing an uncomfortable sloshing of the bubbling slurry in your gut. As you drove you'd rather recklessly loosen a few buttons on your shirt to try and relieve the sensation, going as far as to unbuckle and unbutton your pants as well, but they wouldn't really help the situation.
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  8. Returning your hands to the wheel you realized that you'd have to grit and bear it, hoping that your roommate had purchased some pain relief tablets or something. As you neared half way back home you realized that your grasp on the wheel was weakening, your subconscious death grip weakening with an uncomfortable tingling, a fizzing feeling inside your fingers. You desperately hoped that you weren't having a seizure or some kind of diabetic shock you weren't aware of, but it was obvious something very abnormal was going on.
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  10. What a depressing way to fucking go. You thought as you tried to keep your eyes off your rapidly numbing fingers, dying to such a shitty fucking soda. Absolutely tragic, even.
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  12. You absolutely tried to ignore the slippery, plastic feeling of your skin against the wheel as you drove. That was a sign of a heart attack, right? Probably.
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  14. Stealing a glance down as your fingers you took a sharp inhale, biting as your tongue. Your fingers had seemingly receded into your hands as they took on an odd mannequin-like sheen.
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  16. Seizure, then. You looked away from your hands, now hyperventilating slightly as you barely kept your eyes on the road. *Were hallucinations a sign of a seizure?** You thought as you fidgeted in your seat uncomfortably, finding a bit more room bloated cushion in your pants, a fizzling bloat that caused your pants to stretch around your thighs and hips, an uncomfortable feeling of overinflation pressing out your stomach and rounding you out in unnatural feeling ways.
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  18. Slipping, you felt your feet making less and less contact with the pedals as you drove, forcing you to push yourself down the seat as you drove, until you were barely peeking over the wheel, driving with plastic stumps as your ill fitting shoes sloppily pressed at the pedals.
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  20. Maybe this was a divine punishment, god smiting you for purchasing soda you knew you'd hate. You nervously crawled the last mile to your apartment, barely making it into the parking space before slamming your plastic stumps against the door controls until they opened, letting you slip out of your seat belt and collapse onto the ground, your shoes clattering off in different directions. The sensation of fluid jostling around, fizzing up before pooling on the left side of your body was a new kind of sickening.
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  22. This has to be a vivid dream, caused by my guilt for buying a trashy soda. Making me turn into a soda as a subconscious examination of how my habits are destroying my body. You rolled onto your back and raised the stumps to your face, looking at the transparent brown stumps. One of them still had some bubbles left in from where you'd fallen out of the car.
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  24. Turning into a coke bottle would explain why you felt so bottom heavy, and why you felt like your neck was growing even as you shrank. You were thankful for your neck still being able to move, as it gave you the ability to look down at your transparent body, and at the coke bubbling beneath your ill-fitting shirt. You stumbled with the buttons for a bit, giving up.
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  26. You stumbled with the buttons for a bit before giving up, instead moving to wiggle your pants down. The change to your hips and thighs made the task more difficult than you'd assume on your smaller frame, although the lack of fingers really didn't help. After getting the pants off your rolled onto your belly, which allowed you to crane your neck back to look at your behind. Your legs hadn't really disappeared, instead shifting position so that your leg comfortably jutted out at a ninety degree angle of what it once did, fat quadrupedal thighs now dominating the curve of your hips.
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  28. What an absolutely bizarre soda beast. You kicked your back legs idly, watching your socks flop around on your back stubs... hooves? Soda beasts probably had hooves.
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  30. You kicked your back legs more violently, until the socks flew off in a rather comedic fashion. You giggled until you burped, raising a hoof to squish against your muzzle in embarrassment as you blushed.
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  32. Wait.... muzzle?
  33. You crossed your eyes, blinking as you watched a transparent muzzle push out of your face, eyes growing as your head shifted in a disorienting way. You shook your head to try and shake the feeling of lightheadedness but it continued to grow, as not only did your head increase in size relative to the proportions of your body but your hair strands began to inflate, growing, merging, and shifting in a bizarre manner. A fizzy sensation grew in your mane as it filled up, with a constant alive buzz that caused your head to tingle.
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  35. It wasn't... unpleasant... actually, you didn't really feel unpleasant at all. You giggled again, voice a bit higher pitched this time. You felt alive, body bubbling and fizzing with an energy that told you to get up and move. You slowly stumbled up to your hooves, weakly getting used to the feeling. An attempt at a step would leave you tumbling forward onto the ground.
  36. Something was missing- but what could it- a rumbling sensation in your belly interrupted your thoughts as you puffed out again, feeling bloated as uncomfortable as your mane lengthened to drape down your neck. It felt odd, until it began to recede, all the pressure in your body suddenly pushing down your spine as you felt something pushing your poor underwear down... like a plastic balloon being blown by your spinal cord, a fizzy tail slowly expanding out of your rear.
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  38. Half standing up, you shook your rear around so that your underwear would fall the rest of the way down your legs, causing your tail to jostle around and bounce like a balloon, expanding with even more tingly soda vapors. A mental picture of what you were doing appeared in your head and you burst out giggling once again, causing you to roll on the ground.
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  40. Eventually you'd calm yourself, looking back down at your body. Noticing something strange you'd roll onto your back and spread your legs, letting the shrinking of your mid section reveal a subtle curve of bumps. Reaching down a hoof you had to resist the urge to play with them, instead just feeling a pleasant fizzing as you rubbed your hoof over them. Your tail hugged against your body, squeezing between your soft thighs and against the tingling smooth erogenous zone between your legs.
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  42. It took all your willpower to resist playing with yourself out in the parking lot and instead calming yourself enough to slowly waddle your way towards your apartment, tail rubbing against your nether patch, and a wet sensation forming at the ends of your pert, plastic nipples. A small miracle occurred when you reached your apartment, the door had been left cracked open, letting you safely slip inside. You closed the door behind you and let out a soft sigh of relief, relaxing against the door for a moment before a sweet smell enticed your nose. It wasn't quite like anything you'd ever smelled before, a potent kind of sweet that caused your nose to tingle.
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  44. Stumbling from the kitchen area to the living area you heard a familiar snoring, the kind your roommate made when sleeping on the couch. Though, upon rounding the couch you did not find the familiar shape of your roommate... although considering your current circumstances you weren't exactly complaining at the sight. With a particularly rough snore your... new roommate stirred a bit, his plastic blue wings fluttering as he rolled onto his side, his stocky hind legs spreading a bit. You took a moment to appreciate his build, from stocky face, to thick neck, wide barrel to blocky hips and powerful back legs, to... the thick sheath that his legs parted to let breathe.
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  46. And breathe it did, you suddenly became acutely aware of where the smell was coming from, inhaling slowly as you leaned in to get better access to the sweet and spicy musk. You could feel the carbonation bubbling in your blood as you scooted forward, your muzzle burrowing its way between his legs until it made contact with the warm plastic of his hanging ball sack. You used one hoof to push his hoof onto your shoulder to give you better access to his cock as your other hoof found its way between your legs.
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  48. Your muzzle rubbed against the opaque ballsack as you let out a soft whinny, squishing your face harder against the stallion's firm funbags. But it wasn't enough, and your mouth slipped open, letting one of the sweet orbs slip softly into your muzzle. You stood there a few seconds, sucking on it while roughly playing with your own tits, enjoying the bubbling and swelling sensation you felt inside of them. It wasn't until a more interesting prospect appeared, the feeling of a cock swelling against your cheek causing you to open your eyes. The transparent plastic horsecock throbbed against your face, warm and full of brown liquid.
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  50. You didn't hesitate, shifting positions so that the expanding muzzle could comfortably take its place inside your muzzle. As you did so you felt a hoof on the back of your mane, quickly causing you to realize that the snoring had stopped.
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  52. "You try the new Pepsi too?" The stallion's voice reverberated through your body. You'd gurgle around the cock, trying to shake your head as you looked up at him, "Hmmmmm, cute red eyes... the new Coke?" You'd attempt to nod your head while gurgling, seeming to somehow get the message across, "Sweet... well you look good, either way." He'd chuckle, his bright blue eyes slowly checking out your body. You'd shiver as he rubbed the back of your mane, sending a tingling sensation almost as strong as the feeling of your hoof against your swollen teats.
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  54. The stallion took the fact that you melted in his hooves as a sign that he can take charge, pushing you down his horsecock. He moved his other hoof to pet your cheek as he began to lazily jerk his hips in time while pushing you down. The lackadaisical stallion cooed as he gently facefucked you, "I really hope you were feeling thirsty."
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  56. You moaned against his cock as you pawed at your now fat and sloshing tits, trying to show just how eager you were. How excited you sounded seemed to turn him on further, causing him to put quite a bit more effort into his fucking, his balls wetly slapping against your muzzle with each smooth path his cock took down your perfectly molded plastic throat. He chuckled, brushing your mane out of the way as he fucked you harder, "You can't imagine how hot it is watching my cock swab your throat." His voice came out harsh, and you could tell that he was trying to focus on anything other than the squeezing warmth currently around his cock.
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  58. But all good things must come to an end, and cum to an end he did. With a rush of warmth sweetness began to rush into your body, along with quite a large amount of spicy carbonation.
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  60. His hoof pressed hard against the back of your head as the soda continued to cum, leaking out of the sides of your muzzle and bubbling out of your nose holes as the pressure was pushed into your body. You could feel his soda flowing throughout your body as it was dumped inside you, the violent reaction pushing the bubbles through your body. Having a stallion's cum slosh around inside your head, fizzling away was definitely a new sensation, but it was one you savored.
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  62. Eventually the flow began to lessen, but only after a two liter's worth of bubbling cum was dumped inside you, leaving giggling and burping mess as his cock was pulled from your muzzle. You almost collapsed onto the ground but one of his hooves caught you, and the other wrapped around you before pulling you up onto the couch with him.
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  64. He nuzzled the back of your neck and hummed happily, pressing a hoof into your stomach, causing you to let out a soft burp, which caused him to laugh even harder. Then he stopped, slowly considering something, "Are... are you Anon?"
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  66. Suddenly you felt awkward, remembering that you were neither a soda pony nor a female-looking soda pony less than an hour ago, "Uh- yeah, I... am."
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  68. He giggled again and nuzzled happily at the back of your neck as he hugged his forelegs around your chest, "You look very cute, even if you have turned into a little bit of a cockslut."
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  70. "I-I'm not-"
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  72. "Cute, you totally are."
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  74. "No- I"
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  76. "Adorable." He'd giggle, giving your belly another poke with his hoof and causing you to whine, beginning to act more like the roommate you remembered.
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  78. "I'm not a buckin-" Your squeaky protests would be cut off as his hooves moved lower, brushing against the melons squished between your legs.
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  80. "What are you not?~" He'd tease, moving his muzzle forward until it was brushing against your plastic ear, causing it to twitch.
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  82. "I-I'm not a-" Your protests would be interrupted by a squeak as he pressed his hoof hard into your teat.
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  84. "Do you want me to stop?" He'd ask playfully, lowering his voice as he rubbed his muzzle against the back of your ear.
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  86. "I-I'm- well... I" You'd mumble, biting your lip at the sensation of his hooves slowly being removed from your teat, "I-I'm your cockslut!"
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  88. "Good~" He'd almost purr before biting down softly on your ear, causing you to shudder. His hooves would continue to roughly play with your fat tits as you felt a pressure against you back side, followed by a grinding of his cock against your tail. He'd slowly wiggle his cock between your ass cheeks, humming softly to himself as he did so, "Hmmmm, I wonder why you aren't quite equipped like me."
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  90. You'd mumble anxiously in response, suddenly feeling very self conscious about the sensitive null patch he was rubbing against.
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  92. "It must be because you're designed to serve stallions." He'd give one of your teats a soft slap, driving the anxious thoughts from your head, his tone of voice making the line between humiliation and reassurance very thin.
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  94. You'd eventually attempt another rebuttal, but it came out as a soft series of squeaks and moans, raising in pitch whenever he'd brush against the sensitive nub of a nipple, causing a bead of soda to appear before being brushed away by his teasing hoof. Eventually the stallion would tire slightly of the squeaking and hotdogging, slowly flipping you over until you were face-to-neck with him.
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  96. The stallion would plant a kiss on the top of your forehead, placing a hoof on the bottom of your head and slowly raising your gaze upwards. He'd smile as he made eye contact with your blushing and fizzy face, causing you to blush and fizz even more. The stallion would be careful as he moved his muzzle closer, nuzzling softly against the side of your muzzle before making lip contact. He'd twist his head, his tongue slowly pushing his tongue against your lips and causing you to instinctually open your mouth... accidently giving him permission to dive deeper and force both your muzzles together in a sweet embrace. You'd squeak, eyes fluttering open and crossing to look down as you felt... and saw his tongue prod its way into your transparent muzzle, the light sheen of sugar water splashing around inside your muzzle. The feeling was overwhelming, your roommate's tongue felt like it belonged to a stallion as it seemed to dominate your mouth more than the cock did... although the fact it was actually a horse's tongue probably helped.
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  98. The stallion continued to dominate you, eventually needing to place a hoof on the side of your head to hold you in place as he worked, going as far as to scoot closer to you, until his hard shaft was wedged firmly between your breasts.
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  100. He smooshed his face against yours, his closed eyes scrunching a bit as his shaft slowly moved between your tits, squeaking softly. You almost bit his tongue at the sensation, moaning softly into his mouth, and forcing sweet air out of his nostrils.
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  102. He took that as a sign to get back in the game, so to speak. He'd open his eyes and reposition his hips, slowly thrusting in between your tits and muffling multiple sounds with his tongue as they attempted to escape your mouth. His hoof would continue to press your head against the couch as he ravaged both your muzzle and tits, his cock squeaking against your tits as sticky precum increased the friction. His hoof would continue to press your head against the couch as he ravaged both your muzzle and tits, his cock squeaking against your tits as sticky precum increased the friction.
  103. You’re pretty sure if you were human you’d be in absolute agony, but something about the heat building friction only increased the pleasure of your new body. Even more so as he squeezed his body tighter against yours, the soft plastic of his belly rubbing up against your pert nipples as he thrusted, causing sticky beads of fluid to leak onto both of your bodies. His thrusting continued to increase in pace as his throat began to rumble, the vibrations flowing into your own hollow plastic body and causing you to slightly vibrate. At first you were sure this was a sign that he was getting close, considering the violent and jerky pace of his thrusts, but it was instead a sign of some kind of desire as he violently broke free of the kiss, his tongue pulled from your muzzle and leaving a sudden aching absence.
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  105. Upon the retracting of his mouth you’d let out a soft mewl, causing the stallion to give a soft smile and a reassuring nuzzle to your cheek. This wouldn’t stop you from mewling a bit louder as he disengaged from you, suddenly breaking the embrace to sit up and shift around on the couch. You wouldn’t quite be content until his cock once again slapped against your cheek with a wet and cascading thud, causing the soda in your head to bubble and fizzle as the vibrations moved through your body. You began to nuzzle against the cock, slowly cleaning up the juices with your soft, rubbery tongue. You could taste a weird mix of spicy pre along with a weird creamy vanilla soda taste that you could only assume came from your tits. Wherever the flavor came from it was absolutely wonderful, causing you to moan around the cock as you licked it.
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  107. Eventually your vision would be partially blocked by a powerful transparent thigh coming to rest on the side of your head. You’d attempt to wiggle a bit to get out, but that only gave him enough room to squeeze another powerful thigh beneath your head. You were absolutely trapped in the semitransparent embrace, with a hard cock squished against your muzzle and the sweet, spicy smell of the Pepsi stallion absolutely surrounding you.
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  109. It was kind of lucky you were trapped, because otherwise the loud moan you released when his lips made contact with your nipple would have been audible to the world. You bit your lip to the point of it being painful, almost scarring the plastic as his lips began to work along the nipple, his tongue lightly pressing against it. Even without suction you could already feel beads of exciting soda leaking from your tit, the intense pressure you felt behind the nipple somehow increasing further.
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  111. Your entire world melted as he began to suck at the nipple proper, bubbles flowing your body as the fluid was sucked from your body like a straw. Reality would only be forcefully reasserted when he squeezed you with his thighs while lightly tapping the back of your puffy balloon mane with a hoof. This was all the indication you needed to reassert your effort on the cock in front of you, taking it back into your soft muzzle. You had to really resist the urge to bite down as he moaned around your nipple, causing vibrations to move through your hollow body.
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  113. After a few moments of basking around feeling a cock filling your muzzle you were taken back to reality by a gentle rocking, another reminder that you were an active participant. You took this to heart, wrapping your thighs around your stallion’s head to gently hug him closer as you began to work your way around his cock, twisting before letting it slowly push into your perfectly-shaped throat. You didn’t slack to bask in the fullness though, grinding your hips against the stallion’s muzzle as he gently sucked on your breast, relieving the pressure and pulling the creamy soda from inside of you. You took initiative to rub your tongue around the underside of the shaft, putting extra care to grind against his medial ring. He was obviously enjoying the attention, if his enthusiasm was anything to go by; with every movement it seemed that he increased his sucking on your breast, draining more and more of the creamy fluid from inside of you.
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  115. Eventually you felt his muzzle away from the partially-drained breast, giving it a loving nuzzle before moving onto the next one. The sensation of his lips on your untouched nipple would cause you to instinctually moan around the cock, vibrating your plastic throat and only increasing both his pleasure and the actions of his lips on your leaking breast.
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  117. You could feel the stallion begin to get impatient again as he squeezed your head, beginning to slowly thrust his hips against your muzzle once more. The actions caused you to twist your muzzle in time with the moment, slacking your jaw to give him easier range of movement for his awkward half thrusts. The stallion huffed around your breast, sweet warm air blowing onto your sensitive skin as he drained you of fluid. You returned the huff, more for show than anything as you entirely lacked lungs or the need to breathe. This really got him going, causing him to start to roughly, and nearly painfully thrust in and out of your muzzle, his thighs moving to crush your head against his crotch, squeezing you in as the cock grew in your throat. You continued to work even after his movements stopped and the throbbing proper began.
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  119. You were motivated to keep every drop inside of you this time, relaxing your throat and creating a vacuum seal with your muzzle as he began to cum. You had to desperately swallow to keep up with his volume, even with the cock deep inside of you. The rush came once more, carbonation and sweet fluid boiling your insides and spreading euphorically throughout your own body, mixing and churning with your own soda. An almost indescribable high of mixing essences with the cum of your lover, until your very being was saturated by them, until you felt were more cum than yourself.
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  121. But all euphoria fades, and all sugar highs must come to a crash, which came about as a slow tickling at the back of your head... and then a weight on your eyelids, a hoof gently petting the back of your head until you were left softly snoring on the stallion's softening cock.

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