[pre-story] Hey there, Squish here, with something a little... unusual. Chapter 5, all together, is about 12k words long at the moment, and will probably be closer to 15k by the time I’m finished. Considering the length, and how long it’s taking, I thought it might be best to break it up a little. This seemed like the cleanest break, but it doesn’t actually have any sex in it, so I debated about it for a long while, until the calendar kinda forced my hand. If you’re just in it for the smut, you could probably skip this part without too much trouble. Still, it’s got a cool fight scene and sets up the initial relationship between the girls and their relationship to Rhuno. I’m still not sure if I’m gonna split the main portion of the story or not, so you might get one big or two smallish parts after this, but I can assure you, whatever comes next, there will be plenty of sex in it.
[redacted][/pre-story]
Unlikely Adversaries, Part 1
“BITCH!”
“WHORE!”
The sounds of shrill, angry shouts echoing from the laboratory were nothing new, and the people of Gadgetzan were content to ignore them as they went about their business beneath the burning desert sun. The ensuing crash of breaking glass, and the dull boom that that followed, were new, but not not so new as to warrant more than a curious glance from passerbys. But when Glitz came flying out of the building, thrown with enough force to break one of the hinges on the double doors as she passed through them, hitting the cracked, baking earth and sliding a couple feet, well, that was certainly new enough to draw some stares.
Friday, March 24, 2017
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
Musing: Emerald Trade (Part 1)
[pre-story]A patreon musing! So, I love goblins-as-shortstacks, and then I saw some art of a muscled goblin babe, and I thought, huh, that's cool, hey, maybe hobgoblins are, like, regular goblins, just with a genetic trait that makes them super-buff? And then I wanted to write a sexy goblin shortstack and a muscled goblin amazon and then here we are. I was expecting this to get straight to the sex, but as seems to happen so often with me, I got too deep into the setup and it's over before I know it. So, actual sex will have to wait for the next installment. I also got to include a reference to Ba'Ahram in there, so that was fun. Enjoy!
Side note: If a short and busty babe is called a shortstack, is a short and muscular babe called a shortslab? Is that a thing? Can it be?[pre-story]
Andor let out a quiet groan, his head throbbing painfully.
“Look, he’s waking up!” an unfamiliar, feminine voice called out.
Slowly, Andor’s eyelids opened, only to squint blearily against the light filtering through the canopy above. He was on his back on the forest floor, but he didn’t remember lying down…He tried to shift and push himself up, only to feel something rough biting into his wrists and his head give another painful throb. “Wha-?” He mumbled, confused, struggling to get his bearings. He’d been out hunting. He’d bagged a couple rabbits, but nothing really impressive. He’d been heading home, and then… blackness.
“Don’t bother struggling. You’re not gonna slip the knots.” Came a second voice, deeper than the first, but still clearly feminine.
Blinking away the bleariness, Andor forced his eyes open, catching sight of the scene before him. The sky beyond the leaves and branches above was just turning orange with the first hints of sunset. A small campfire crackled merrily just a few paces away, the rabbits he’d caught already skinned, cleaned, and roasting on sticks over the open flames. “Hey, those are-” He began to object, when he finally took note of the two figures staring down at him and fell silent.
Side note: If a short and busty babe is called a shortstack, is a short and muscular babe called a shortslab? Is that a thing? Can it be?[pre-story]
Andor let out a quiet groan, his head throbbing painfully.
“Look, he’s waking up!” an unfamiliar, feminine voice called out.
Slowly, Andor’s eyelids opened, only to squint blearily against the light filtering through the canopy above. He was on his back on the forest floor, but he didn’t remember lying down…He tried to shift and push himself up, only to feel something rough biting into his wrists and his head give another painful throb. “Wha-?” He mumbled, confused, struggling to get his bearings. He’d been out hunting. He’d bagged a couple rabbits, but nothing really impressive. He’d been heading home, and then… blackness.
“Don’t bother struggling. You’re not gonna slip the knots.” Came a second voice, deeper than the first, but still clearly feminine.
Blinking away the bleariness, Andor forced his eyes open, catching sight of the scene before him. The sky beyond the leaves and branches above was just turning orange with the first hints of sunset. A small campfire crackled merrily just a few paces away, the rabbits he’d caught already skinned, cleaned, and roasting on sticks over the open flames. “Hey, those are-” He began to object, when he finally took note of the two figures staring down at him and fell silent.
Happy Birthday Ch. 3
[pre-story]It. Is. Done! This one nearly killed me. I bit off WAY more than I could chew, as usual, and between writer's block and getting sick, it just... it took forever. I ended up breaking the scenes we had planned for this one into two distinct chapters. Ultimately, it's probably better for it, and the decision let me avoid both stressing myself into an early grave and keeping you all waiting another month.
Anyways, enjoy! If you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Christina’s Turn
John barely had time to yank up his dress shirt and cinch his belt tight, pinning his monstrous, throbbing member against his rugged abs, the flared crown pulsing just short of reaching his powerful pecs, then yank his shirt down again, just in time to conceal the fearsome weapon as he was half-pushed-half-dragged through the ballroom doors and into the parking lot. The night air was cool and quiet, and the ballroom was far enough away from the street to avoid wandering eyes, but still, adding another charge of indecent exposure to his record would rather effectively spoil the celebration. The ABCs whined impatiently, two tugging at his arms while the third pushed him forward from behind, the identical, incorrigible redheaded triplets eager to start a night with their favorite cousin. He probably could have planted his feet, stopped himself, and taken the time to properly conceal his monolithic cock, but three sets of big, round, emerald-green puppy-dog eyes and big, round, freckle-dusted basketball-sized tits, half-bursting out of tight, backless emerald gowns, were very persuasive. Together, the triplets guided their studly cousin across the parking lot, toward a big green SUV sitting on the asphalt.
John heard the hurried clacking of heels on pavement behind him and twisted in the triplets’ grip, catching sight of Aunt Christina rushing to catch up. The mature, copper-haired beauty was elegant as always, somehow managing to make her rushed pace look smooth and graceful, purposeful and controlled as a queen striding through her court. That is, if you ignored the way her titanic tits shook and wobbled with each stride, her diamond-hard nipples threatening to come bouncing out of her emerald dress with every step. And the way her thighs and fingers glistened, slick with her own womanly nectar. And the way her knees trembled just the tiniest bit as nearly a half-gallon of her nephew’s thick, creamy cum sloshed in her belly.
Anyways, enjoy! If you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Christina’s Turn
John barely had time to yank up his dress shirt and cinch his belt tight, pinning his monstrous, throbbing member against his rugged abs, the flared crown pulsing just short of reaching his powerful pecs, then yank his shirt down again, just in time to conceal the fearsome weapon as he was half-pushed-half-dragged through the ballroom doors and into the parking lot. The night air was cool and quiet, and the ballroom was far enough away from the street to avoid wandering eyes, but still, adding another charge of indecent exposure to his record would rather effectively spoil the celebration. The ABCs whined impatiently, two tugging at his arms while the third pushed him forward from behind, the identical, incorrigible redheaded triplets eager to start a night with their favorite cousin. He probably could have planted his feet, stopped himself, and taken the time to properly conceal his monolithic cock, but three sets of big, round, emerald-green puppy-dog eyes and big, round, freckle-dusted basketball-sized tits, half-bursting out of tight, backless emerald gowns, were very persuasive. Together, the triplets guided their studly cousin across the parking lot, toward a big green SUV sitting on the asphalt.
John heard the hurried clacking of heels on pavement behind him and twisted in the triplets’ grip, catching sight of Aunt Christina rushing to catch up. The mature, copper-haired beauty was elegant as always, somehow managing to make her rushed pace look smooth and graceful, purposeful and controlled as a queen striding through her court. That is, if you ignored the way her titanic tits shook and wobbled with each stride, her diamond-hard nipples threatening to come bouncing out of her emerald dress with every step. And the way her thighs and fingers glistened, slick with her own womanly nectar. And the way her knees trembled just the tiniest bit as nearly a half-gallon of her nephew’s thick, creamy cum sloshed in her belly.
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Happy Birthday Ch. 3 [preview]
[pre-story]It. Is. Done! This one nearly killed me. I bit off WAY more than I could chew, as usual, and between writer's block and getting sick, it just... it took forever. I ended up breaking the scenes we had planned for this one into two distinct chapters. Ultimately, it's probably better for it, and the decision let me avoid both stressing myself into an early grave and keeping you all waiting another month.
Anyways, enjoy! [redacted][/pre-story]
Christina’s Turn
John barely had time to yank up his dress shirt and cinch his belt tight, pinning his monstrous, throbbing member against his rugged abs, the flared crown pulsing just short of reaching his powerful pecs, then yank his shirt down again, just in time to conceal the fearsome weapon as he was half-pushed-half-dragged through the ballroom doors and into the parking lot. The night air was cool and quiet, and the ballroom was far enough away from the street to avoid wandering eyes, but still, adding another charge of indecent exposure to his record would rather effectively spoil the celebration. The ABCs whined impatiently, two tugging at his arms while the third pushed him forward from behind, the identical, incorrigible redheaded triplets eager to start a night with their favorite cousin. He probably could have planted his feet, stopped himself, and taken the time to properly conceal his monolithic cock, but three sets of big, round, emerald-green puppy-dog eyes and big, round, freckle-dusted basketball-sized tits, half-bursting out of tight, backless emerald gowns, were very persuasive. Together, the triplets guided their studly cousin across the parking lot, toward a big green SUV sitting on the asphalt.
John heard the hurried clacking of heels on pavement behind him and twisted in the triplets’ grip, catching sight of Aunt Christina rushing to catch up. The mature, copper-haired beauty was elegant as always, somehow managing to make her rushed pace look smooth and graceful, purposeful and controlled as a queen striding through her court. That is, if you ignored the way her titanic tits shook and wobbled with each stride, her diamond-hard nipples threatening to come bouncing out of her emerald dress with every step. And the way her thighs and fingers glistened, slick with her own womanly nectar. And the way her knees trembled just the tiniest bit as nearly a half-gallon of her nephew’s thick, creamy cum sloshed in her belly.
Next thing John knew, his cousins were throwing open the back door and practically shoving him inside, before swiftly piling in after him. The backseat was spacious, a single enormous leather-upholstered bench seat, but it simply wasn’t made to hold four ridiculously overdeveloped teenagers. Abby was first, sidling past him, only to stumble as she passed, burying his face in her pale, freckled cleavage, lingering for perhaps a moment too long for it to be entirely accidental before settling into the far seat. Betty was next, taking the seat by the door, sliding in to sit as close to him as she could, her full breasts resting against his arm while she nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder. Cherry moved to join them, only to find all the seats in the back taken, her sisters smirking triumphantly at her as they snuggled up to their favorite cousin. She glared at her siblings in annoyance for a moment, lingering in the doorway, until an idea occurred to her that turned her look of annoyance into a smug grin. Ignoring her siblings, she flashed John a broad grin and climbed on in, stepping over Betty to smoothly plant her perfectly round ass squarely in John’s lap She gave her hips a wiggle as she settled into place, backing the smooth globes of her ass up against the monolithic shaft pinned to John’s abs, before leaning back against his chest, offering the taller tennager a spectacular view into the valley of her pale, freckled cleavage. As the monstrous shaft pulsed against her bountiful backside, her sister’s looks turned from smugness to surprise, then resigned annoyance as they realized they got out-played.
The massive vehicle rumbled to life as Aunt Christina buckled into the driver’s seat, adjusting her mirror to glance into the backseat, her nephew almost completely hidden from her view below the neck, his powerful frame nearly buried by her daughter’s nubile young bodies. “Now, girls, don’t tease him too much before we get home…” She chided with a soft smirk.
The ABCs exchanged a glance, playful grins spreading across their full lips. “We~ won’t~!” The girls replied in a chorus of sing-song voices, before giggling in a way that made everyone else a little nervous. Christina narrowed her eyes slightly, glaring sternly into the mirror for a moment, before heaving a sigh that made her monumental melons bounce, shifting into gear, and pulling out of the parking space, rolling the enormous vehicle toward the road. The backseat was silent for a long moment, John surrounded by the redheaded troublemakers as they grinned playfully. They were planning something, that much was certain, the only question was what, and just how perverse it would be.
Anyways, enjoy! [redacted][/pre-story]
Christina’s Turn
John barely had time to yank up his dress shirt and cinch his belt tight, pinning his monstrous, throbbing member against his rugged abs, the flared crown pulsing just short of reaching his powerful pecs, then yank his shirt down again, just in time to conceal the fearsome weapon as he was half-pushed-half-dragged through the ballroom doors and into the parking lot. The night air was cool and quiet, and the ballroom was far enough away from the street to avoid wandering eyes, but still, adding another charge of indecent exposure to his record would rather effectively spoil the celebration. The ABCs whined impatiently, two tugging at his arms while the third pushed him forward from behind, the identical, incorrigible redheaded triplets eager to start a night with their favorite cousin. He probably could have planted his feet, stopped himself, and taken the time to properly conceal his monolithic cock, but three sets of big, round, emerald-green puppy-dog eyes and big, round, freckle-dusted basketball-sized tits, half-bursting out of tight, backless emerald gowns, were very persuasive. Together, the triplets guided their studly cousin across the parking lot, toward a big green SUV sitting on the asphalt.
John heard the hurried clacking of heels on pavement behind him and twisted in the triplets’ grip, catching sight of Aunt Christina rushing to catch up. The mature, copper-haired beauty was elegant as always, somehow managing to make her rushed pace look smooth and graceful, purposeful and controlled as a queen striding through her court. That is, if you ignored the way her titanic tits shook and wobbled with each stride, her diamond-hard nipples threatening to come bouncing out of her emerald dress with every step. And the way her thighs and fingers glistened, slick with her own womanly nectar. And the way her knees trembled just the tiniest bit as nearly a half-gallon of her nephew’s thick, creamy cum sloshed in her belly.
Next thing John knew, his cousins were throwing open the back door and practically shoving him inside, before swiftly piling in after him. The backseat was spacious, a single enormous leather-upholstered bench seat, but it simply wasn’t made to hold four ridiculously overdeveloped teenagers. Abby was first, sidling past him, only to stumble as she passed, burying his face in her pale, freckled cleavage, lingering for perhaps a moment too long for it to be entirely accidental before settling into the far seat. Betty was next, taking the seat by the door, sliding in to sit as close to him as she could, her full breasts resting against his arm while she nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder. Cherry moved to join them, only to find all the seats in the back taken, her sisters smirking triumphantly at her as they snuggled up to their favorite cousin. She glared at her siblings in annoyance for a moment, lingering in the doorway, until an idea occurred to her that turned her look of annoyance into a smug grin. Ignoring her siblings, she flashed John a broad grin and climbed on in, stepping over Betty to smoothly plant her perfectly round ass squarely in John’s lap She gave her hips a wiggle as she settled into place, backing the smooth globes of her ass up against the monolithic shaft pinned to John’s abs, before leaning back against his chest, offering the taller tennager a spectacular view into the valley of her pale, freckled cleavage. As the monstrous shaft pulsed against her bountiful backside, her sister’s looks turned from smugness to surprise, then resigned annoyance as they realized they got out-played.
The massive vehicle rumbled to life as Aunt Christina buckled into the driver’s seat, adjusting her mirror to glance into the backseat, her nephew almost completely hidden from her view below the neck, his powerful frame nearly buried by her daughter’s nubile young bodies. “Now, girls, don’t tease him too much before we get home…” She chided with a soft smirk.
The ABCs exchanged a glance, playful grins spreading across their full lips. “We~ won’t~!” The girls replied in a chorus of sing-song voices, before giggling in a way that made everyone else a little nervous. Christina narrowed her eyes slightly, glaring sternly into the mirror for a moment, before heaving a sigh that made her monumental melons bounce, shifting into gear, and pulling out of the parking space, rolling the enormous vehicle toward the road. The backseat was silent for a long moment, John surrounded by the redheaded troublemakers as they grinned playfully. They were planning something, that much was certain, the only question was what, and just how perverse it would be.
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Musing: Dibella's Blessing
[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, finally continuing the story of the futa dragonborn! [redacted] Anyways, enjoy! There's plenty more story to come![/pre-story]
Dibella's Blessing
The three priestesses shared a glance as they held their robes closed for a moment, each one bearing a very different expression. The small breton, Senna, as the dragonborn would later learn, wore an eager, mischievous grin on her almost childlike face, the glint of lust in her eyes seeming ill-fitting. The wide-hipped redguard, Anwen, had a smoldering, sultry look in her eyes, and a playful smirk on her full lips. The tall, busty nord, Orla, was chewing her lip hesitantly, but her eyes kept flicking over to the dragonborn’s magnificent body, lingering on that superior shaft. Hamal cleared her throat, the high priestess catching the attention of all three for a moment and giving them a reassuring nod. As one, three robes parted and fell, pooling around the priestesses’ ankles, revealing their naked bodies to the dragonborn.
Dibella's Blessing
The three priestesses shared a glance as they held their robes closed for a moment, each one bearing a very different expression. The small breton, Senna, as the dragonborn would later learn, wore an eager, mischievous grin on her almost childlike face, the glint of lust in her eyes seeming ill-fitting. The wide-hipped redguard, Anwen, had a smoldering, sultry look in her eyes, and a playful smirk on her full lips. The tall, busty nord, Orla, was chewing her lip hesitantly, but her eyes kept flicking over to the dragonborn’s magnificent body, lingering on that superior shaft. Hamal cleared her throat, the high priestess catching the attention of all three for a moment and giving them a reassuring nod. As one, three robes parted and fell, pooling around the priestesses’ ankles, revealing their naked bodies to the dragonborn.
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Musing: Love Bug P. 1
[pre-story]So, I've been mulling over this idea for a long time. I wasn't sure if I should actually write it, because I'm not sure how sexy it'd be in the end, but I ran a twitter poll and the results convinced me to go for it. The idea is interesting to me, even if it's not super hot. It's a romance set in the universe of the game FTL: Faster Than Light, one of my recent gaming obsessions, and it features a very alien sort of alien as the love interest. It was supposed to just be some very short snippets setting up a larger relationship but I just wrote and wrote and now I'm like 4k words deep and nobody's even naked yet. I decided I had to cut it off here for the month, even though I haven't gotten to the action yet, because it's probably only about half-done at this point, if that, and I don't think I should keep my current commission waiting for however long it would take me to actually finish it.[/pre-story]
Love Bug: Part 1
“K’tikikaak.”
The captain paused, looking up from his datapad to take in the figure standing before him. The insectoid creature had a long abdomen with folded wing-cases on its back, held parallel to the deck on four spindly legs covered in jagged serrations. It had a thorax, held upright, that almost looked like a slender humanoid torso. It had two arms, long, folding limbs, ending in serrated, scythe-like blades, each almost half a meter long, flanked by spindly ‘fingers’ that invariably reminded him of spider legs. It had a head that was entirely alien, a wide, flat, triangular thing, with glittering multifaceted eyes set into the sides and chittering mandibles at the front, perched on a skinny stick of a neck. All told, the creature was perhaps a half-meter taller than him, but it compact form likely only outweighed him by a few kilos. The whole creature was covered in segmented carapace, a bright, vibrant red color, banded with tiger stripes of a darker shade.
Love Bug: Part 1
“K’tikikaak.”
The captain paused, looking up from his datapad to take in the figure standing before him. The insectoid creature had a long abdomen with folded wing-cases on its back, held parallel to the deck on four spindly legs covered in jagged serrations. It had a thorax, held upright, that almost looked like a slender humanoid torso. It had two arms, long, folding limbs, ending in serrated, scythe-like blades, each almost half a meter long, flanked by spindly ‘fingers’ that invariably reminded him of spider legs. It had a head that was entirely alien, a wide, flat, triangular thing, with glittering multifaceted eyes set into the sides and chittering mandibles at the front, perched on a skinny stick of a neck. All told, the creature was perhaps a half-meter taller than him, but it compact form likely only outweighed him by a few kilos. The whole creature was covered in segmented carapace, a bright, vibrant red color, banded with tiger stripes of a darker shade.
A Satyr's Sacred Seed: Ch. 2
[pre-story]Hey there, Sqish here, with the conclusion of Galbuscho 's commission about satyrs, breeding, and liters of cum! I actually thought I had this one done at 3.5k words, but then I realized I'd feel guilty charging for such a short chapter, went back and added in a couple more orgasms and a bit of post-coitus cuddling and it feels WAY more complete than it did before.[/pre-story]
Chapter 2: A Satyr’s Savage Seeding
Varossion loomed in the middle of the sacred glade, half-kneeling, his bulk supported on one knee and one cloven hoof. The massive, muscular satyr’s broad, powerful chest rose and fell rhythmically as he caught his breath, his pale green skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His long hair, a curious, mossy shade of greenish brown, was swept back out of his face, revealing his ruggedly handsome features, pointed ears and inhuman eyes, twin featureless orbs of warm hazel. His heavy brow bore the roots of a pair of woodlike antlers that arched up above his head, branching again and again into a spectacular rack of points that hung over him like a crown, giving him a regal air. In contrast to that regal bearing, his cock thrust proudly from his hips, a fearsome pillar of granite-hard flesh longer than a forearm and wider than a handspan. It throbbed and lurched angrily, like a wild beast, its length wound over with thick, pulsing veins and crowned with a flared, helmet-shaped head, easily the size of a man’s fist and still dripping with pearly seed. Beneath the towering monolithic member swayed a pair of truly enormous balls, like a pair of ripe melons, sloshing with an ocean of thick, creamy, supernaturally-potent cum.
Alika laid herself out on the grass, her soft, honey-tan skin and earthy-red tattoos glistening with a mixture of sweat and the last remnants of Varossion’s massive load, which she’d just lovingly rubbed into her full, grapefruit-sized breasts. The young eniiri’s slender waist squirmed as she nestled down into the soft grass, her long, chestnut-brown hair splayed out beneath her like a pair of wings. Wildflowers bloomed around her, freshly-sprouted wherever the satyr’s mystical seed has splattered to the earth. Wordlessly, she spread her legs, her smooth, supple thighs parting, their inner surfaces glistening with her sweet nectar. Her lips parted, presenting her delicate, peach-pink petals, flushed and twitching softly with a deep, instinctual need, wordlessly begging to be satisfied.
“I’m ready.” Alika breathed, her earlier nervousness gone, evaporated before the heat of her lust like dew before the morning sun. “Varossion… Take me. Plant your sacred seed in me and make me a woman in the eyes of The Green.” She implored, her voice heavy with desire.
Chapter 2: A Satyr’s Savage Seeding
Varossion loomed in the middle of the sacred glade, half-kneeling, his bulk supported on one knee and one cloven hoof. The massive, muscular satyr’s broad, powerful chest rose and fell rhythmically as he caught his breath, his pale green skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His long hair, a curious, mossy shade of greenish brown, was swept back out of his face, revealing his ruggedly handsome features, pointed ears and inhuman eyes, twin featureless orbs of warm hazel. His heavy brow bore the roots of a pair of woodlike antlers that arched up above his head, branching again and again into a spectacular rack of points that hung over him like a crown, giving him a regal air. In contrast to that regal bearing, his cock thrust proudly from his hips, a fearsome pillar of granite-hard flesh longer than a forearm and wider than a handspan. It throbbed and lurched angrily, like a wild beast, its length wound over with thick, pulsing veins and crowned with a flared, helmet-shaped head, easily the size of a man’s fist and still dripping with pearly seed. Beneath the towering monolithic member swayed a pair of truly enormous balls, like a pair of ripe melons, sloshing with an ocean of thick, creamy, supernaturally-potent cum.
Alika laid herself out on the grass, her soft, honey-tan skin and earthy-red tattoos glistening with a mixture of sweat and the last remnants of Varossion’s massive load, which she’d just lovingly rubbed into her full, grapefruit-sized breasts. The young eniiri’s slender waist squirmed as she nestled down into the soft grass, her long, chestnut-brown hair splayed out beneath her like a pair of wings. Wildflowers bloomed around her, freshly-sprouted wherever the satyr’s mystical seed has splattered to the earth. Wordlessly, she spread her legs, her smooth, supple thighs parting, their inner surfaces glistening with her sweet nectar. Her lips parted, presenting her delicate, peach-pink petals, flushed and twitching softly with a deep, instinctual need, wordlessly begging to be satisfied.
“I’m ready.” Alika breathed, her earlier nervousness gone, evaporated before the heat of her lust like dew before the morning sun. “Varossion… Take me. Plant your sacred seed in me and make me a woman in the eyes of The Green.” She implored, her voice heavy with desire.
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