Agoraphobia
You sit there, hunched over in your chair. Your room is as dark as the night that encloses the world for the time being. The only source of illumination is that coming from your television screen while you operate the joystick of your video game.
Your heart picks up rapidly as the screen reads out several of your teammates have fainted, leaving you as the only remaining player on your team as you scour the map in search for the legendary emerald, while the opposing team does the same and whomever retrieves it needs to bring it back to their base. You only get one chance and if your character is knocked unconscious than you're out.
'Come on... come on... come on...' you think hastily to yourself as you maneuver your joysticks, having your character on screen rush around the map while opposing players do the same. Your hindleg jitters, tapping your hoof against the floor as you sit hunched over.
You hunch over even further, face nearly pressed to your television screen as your heart races. You zap several opposing characters while on the search for the legendary emerald, knocking them out and eliminating them from the match. If you remember correctly, then there is only one remaining enemy combatant left. You're the only one left on your side though. No backup. Your own team is relying upon you. It's all up to your honed skills. You have to-
You screen flashes a brilliant set of colors as your character grunts then collapses to the ground, having been struck by a magical blast from a unicorn. The screen switches to that of a panning third person view of your body just as an enemy character rushes over then squats over your fainted character's face, followed by the taunting voice of a player's headset.
“Oh yeah, take that!” the other player laughs.
“BWAAAAAAGH! WHY YOU LITTLE MOTHER BUCKER!” You scream into your headset before you pull it off and hurl it across the room. You almost contemplate throwing your joystick controller as well and rage quit, but know that would cost you a few bits which you don't have at the moment.
The laughing continues but only just before another voice from the same headset cuts in. “Buttons! What have I told you about staying up all night playing video games!” You chuckle to yourself as you hear what appears to be the player's mother scolding him, others in the game party laughing about it.
“No wait, mom I'm just about to-”
“No buts Buttons. You need to get some sleep,” the mother scolded the child.
“But MOOOOOOO-” the headset cuts off just as the mother undoubtedly turned off his gaming box.
“Hahaha,” you chuckle to yourself. He may have won the battle, but you have won the war. You lean back in your seat as the game match comes to an end. The priceless words of the mother plays back in your mind as you relish in the moment, still smirking over the player getting put to bed after playing all night.
“Wait...” you murmur to yourself as you think over what you just thought about. “All night... but that would mean!” You jolt up to all fours, your chair getting knocked over as you do so.
Looking to your covered window, you rush over and pull aside the sun blinds, only to be dreadfully shocked as you see the sun rising over the horizon, it's first flickering gleams of light shining its warmth upon Equestria.
You let out a horrified shriek of fear as you let the blinds droop over the window once more and rush for your bedroom door.
With the speed you had picked up you can't stop in time as you reach the hallway wall opposite your room door and slam head first into it, dazing you horribly. “No! No not yet!” you scream as your feeble, thin legs scramble beneath you.
Scurrying your way down the halls of your home, you close all the window blinds and shutters, making diligent to go as fast as you possibly can.
You end up slipping in your haste and crash into the washroom, falling face first into your toilet bowl. You pull back with a gasp of disgust, but somewhat thankful you always flush when you last use the toilet.
Shaking your wet head, you rush for the bathroom window and pull down the window blinds there as well before scampering for the staircase. Sliding to make the corner, you end up slamming your side into the wall.
“Ohhhh! Why couldn't I have done this during the night!” you cry out. Rushing for the stairs you trip over your own hooves again and tumble brutally down your spiraling staircase, skidding face first across the first floor living room of your home.
Standing up once again you scurry around, covering all the sources of outside light that you can manage. Rushing into the kitchen, you cry out in fear as you see that the sun's light is beaming through the big kitchen window by the sink.
Pressing up against the wall, you crouch down low and start to slink along the drywall, making diligent to stay out of the sun's rays. You dare a look to the window. It's an impossible reach from in front of the sink where you are currently crouched. To reach the window blind you'll need to stand up.
“No... no... oh man NO!” You cry to yourself just before taking a deep breath. It's the only way. If you don't close it then the sun's light will invade you home. Clenching your eyes shut you tilt your body slightly so that only part of you will be exposed. With a scream of anticipated pain your hoof darts for the dangling little rope that will close the blinds. You can feel the sun's light against your exposed body and you let out another anguished scream of pain as you quickly shut the window blinds.
Collapsing to the floor you look to your foreleg and shoulder and see smoke fuming off it, although it's all in your mind as in reality you're fine as could be, aside from mentally traumatized from your mind playing tricks on you.
Your breathing becomes erratic and stuttery. Your heart skips out of rhythm and you groan in pain as you begin to drag your smoldering body towards the washroom. “Gahhh... ngghhhh!” you groan, believing your body is truly injured when the fact of the matter is your fine. You think that your hoof and foreleg are charred brutally, still smoldering with a few embers burned deep into your arm, glowing dark red.
After what feels like hours, and only assumed to mere minutes, you manage to ascend the stairs of your home and reach the dark washroom. Running the water cold, you barely manage to crawl into the running shower which douses your smoldering body with an icy chill as you succumb to your outlandish overreaction.
You lay there for, literally, over two hours, mostly crying to yourself. But everything is alright now. Your safe. Nothing can get you. You're in your safe zone. The windows are closed and the door is...
“OH NO!” You gasp, realizing in your rush and panic you forgot to lock your door. Jumping out of the shower, you rush through your house once more, leaving a trail of water from your soaking body. As you scamper down the smooth stairs of your spiral staircase, your wet hooves slip on the surface of your stairs and you once again go tumbling down, crashing painfully against the ground.
Looking to the front door everything seemed to burn with a red haze. A deathly gleam of light was creeping into your home via the small space between your door and floor. Everything else seemed to fade while the light crept through your house, the outline of the line taking the form of a horrifying, demonic beast. With a yelp of fear you look from side to side and spot something you could block the door with.
Rushing to the couch, you grab some pillows from it and stuff them against the bottom of the door. In your mind, the gurgling rumble of a terrifying creature echoes from the outside. You quickly latch the dozen or so deadlocks on your door before pressing your body against the it.
You swear you can hear the beast outside banging against the door just before the knob goes to turn. You grab it with your hoof and squeeze it tight, not letting it budge an inch. The beast groans and roars again. After scratching and banging against the door a few times, its low groaning sound slowly fades away and you fall to the ground, whimpering to yourself. That... was too close.
You slowly mosey back up to the shower and turn it off, using a towel to dry yourself off, along with the mess of water you left through your home.
Trotting down to the fridge for a morning snack, your stomach rumbles. Opening the fridge, a cool draft comes over you while the little fridge light comes on. It took you a while to get used to it, but you realized eventually that light bulbs don't cause your body pain and are in fact nothing to be afraid of.
Grabbing a bottle of milk you look to the label. It has the picture of a light yellow furred pony whom has wonderful green eyes with freckles and a dazzling blue mane. She was cute, you'd give her that.
Wandering over to the cupboards, you grab a bowl, spoon and box of cereal. The cereal box is labeled 'Fruity Hoops' with a picture of a large tiger mascot slamming a basketball through an enlarged piece of colored cereal.
Trotting back over to the table you pour yourself a bowl of cereal and begin to munch it down. It's sugary and sweet and the milk is very rich, overall a breakfast of champions.
Finishing up with your breakfast, you let out a yawn of exhaustion. You had been up all night playing video games again and it had really taken its toll on you. With a second yawn you get up and put your dishes in the sink, figuring you'd just wash them later.
As you trot up your stairs your mind races across a variety of things, but come back on early this morning when that player's mom busted him for playing video games when he should be sleeping.
Her voice played back in your mind several times and you couldn't help but imagine what she must look like. “I bet she's a real MILF,” you chuckle and as you start to fantasize about what she's like... then your member swells to its full length. “Crap...” you swear as you feel arousal start to taint your mind.
For having such a thin, and seemingly wimpy, body, you are overly endowed, which would work in your favor, had you ever gotten laid. Usually it takes all of your willpower just to go out at night and get groceries.
The only pony you ever talk to, which is rarely, is the friendly mail pony who is nice enough to walk the mail right to your door at night for you. She's so kind and thoughtful. You don't even talk to, or even make eye contact with, the cashiers at the local grocery mart, instead pretending that you are mute.
As you get to your room you rod throbs in urgency. “Darn it!” You scowl as you attempt to lay down but can't get comfortable as your shaft is constantly in an uncomfortable position while you try to find a plausible way to lay down.
Rolling to your back, your shaft sticks straight up. You figure the only plausible way to get some sleep is to rub one off. Reaching under your mattress, you pull out your pocket pussy which you had ordered through the mail... which was embarrassing for you since it had fallen from the packaging when the mail pony had delivered it to your door. Talk about awkward.
Your thoughts quickly change to lewd ones as you lube up the silicone hole, your shaft twitching and already leaking precum. Your thoughts don't hesitate to drop you into a fantasy about the mare from the milk bottle, imagining all the things you could be doing to her. You won't lie, it hasn't been the first time you fantasized about her.
You impale the silicone hole with your shaft as you imagine yourself penetrating that milkmare, thrusting yourself into her warm depths. Your hoof jerks, stoking the pocket pussy up and down your considerable length.
“Ohh... oh baby!” you moan out as your inexperienced body reaches it's limit in a hurry and you pull off the pocket pussy and blow your load all over yourself. The euphoria of orgasm washes over you and rather than wash off you simply pass out...
* * *
A voice wakes you from your slumber. It calls your name again and you jump up. Looking to your alarm clock you see it's only noon. Who could it possibly be? The mail mare only ever comes around at night.
As you come to your senses you realize the voice is inside your home. You let out a gasp, which you quickly try to hide by putting a hoof over your mouth. It's a... a home intruder!
'What am I going to do?!' you think to yourself in a panicked manner. The voice calls again and you can hear hoofsteps trotting through your home. You have to do something. You have to... have to protect your home. You have to protect yourself.
You grab your toy sword. It is a double edged sword. It's blade a light foggy blue along with a darker purplish-blue hilt. The cross guard and pommel are angled and flares out almost like a set of wings. There is no fuller and the blade itself is perfectly flat, going from edge to edge with a perfectly smooth plateau. The sword, however dangerous you may think it is, is actually constructed of hard plastic and the blade is nothing close to being considered sharp. However, in your hooves it makes you feel courageous and confident, like a legendary and heroic warrior.
You take the sword and rush down the stairs, holding it high over your head and letting out a mighty battle cry, which in reality sounds more like a foalish scream. Charging into the living room of your home you go to swing your mighty sword but stop dead in your tracks as you arrive to the presence of Princess Celestia herself.
“GUH! Ahhh! Princess Celestia!” You gasp, dropping your sword and taking an immediate bow. She perks a brow and looks to you.
“Yes... indeed,” she comments and you look up to her.
“My princess... if you don't mind my asking,” you stammer feverishly. “How did you get in? My door is locked,” you ask and she just chuckles.
“I am the grand ruler of Equestria. You think a simple set of locks could dissuade me from my task?” she asks and you raise a brow.
“Y-your... task?” you ask, a little curious.
“Yes of course. Today is the Summer Sun Celebration. Yet despite this, not all the ponies in town gathered for it. It would seem that one certain pony has a dislike for my gift upon the world,” she comments and it only takes a fraction of a second for you to respond.
“No! Of course not princess! It's just that I cannot be exposed to the sun!” you reply in your defense, but she simply laughs as though it's a joke.
“Are you a vampony?” she asks but you shake your head nervously. “Are you albino?” she asks and again you shake your head. “Then what could possibly give you such a fearing dislike for my gift upon the world?” she asks.
“It hurts. It burns my skin,” you state unreasonably. Again she chuckles.
“I think not. You see, my body currently has a natural aura similar to that of the sun... and you appear unaffected by it,” she commented and it was then, and only then, you realize all the lights in your home were off yet your house was lit up as though they were. The light was sourced from Princess Celestia's body itself.
You let out a gasp and fall to your back, trying to scramble back. “Relax,” she tells you, taking a step forward. “You needn't worry. I am not here to scorn you for your insolence, but instead here to help you overcome your phobia and truly appreciate my gift unto the world,” she tells you but still you are left weary and terrified.
She trots over to you then lays sideways, her translucent mane flowing freely. Her glowing aura has dimmed slightly and she slides over closer to you. “Pet me,” she tells you, not sounding as though it's a demand but at the same time not sounding as though she was asking if you would.
Having no other choice in the matter, you decide to follow suit, at least for now. Your hoof slowly reaches forwards, shaking and trembling as you do so. Almost like an anticipating dog, she leans into your hoof, letting you touch the hide of her soft neck.
“Slow your breathing. Close your eyes and pretend I am but a mere stuffed animal,” she tells you. Somehow you can't see this helping you overcome your phobia of the outside world and the sun.
You take a deep breath and try to slow your breathing as your eyes shut. Your hoof is still trembling as Celestia speaks. “Now, start to stroke up and down,” she tells you. You swallow hard but do as she says, running your hoof up and down her neck. With your eyes closed you imagine that she's just a fluff of soft cotton and in a way... she does feel as though she's just a big stuffy and you would truly believe that, had her body heat not been there.
Opening your eyes, your hoof trembles back to your side but she protests. “No, no dear child. Continue,” she tells you, this time it sounds more like an order, though not a scornful one.
Your hoof slowly presses back to her neck but she again orders you differently. “Lower,” she tells you and your hoof travels down her body and closer to her magnificent wings. Like a cat, her back arches with each stroke, a soft murmur leaving her mouth with each stroke, like a cat purring.
You had to admit, it would've been kinda cute, had you not been terrified for your life. As your hoof travels between her wings for over the dozenth time, she speaks to you in a soft voice. “Stop... oooh, yes, right there,” she tells you, her hindleg kicking a little and yourself leaving your hoof in between her wings. “Oh yes... mmm, right there. Stroke them, faithful subject,” she tells you.
Very nervously both your front hooves go to work on her wings, softly stroking them. Her wings themselves spread out wide as you preen her, making it slightly more difficult and forcing you to get up over top of her to reach each wing and continue.
She hums a lovely tune as you continue to gently stroke her wings, the feathers softer than silk and her fur smoother than butter across your hooves. She was unbelievable! So fluffy and warm, her body gentle and calm.
You feel like your stuck in a trance as you preen her. She is so soft you can't help but to rub your cheek across her soft wings, sliding your face downwards and nestling yourself between her wings.
It suddenly occurs to you that this is the princess, not some stuff animal of yours. “GAH!” you let out a wild gasp of fright as you jump back, landing on your rump. “P-p-princess, I'm so sorry I...” you trail off as she slowly rises to all hooves, stretching out in a seemingly satisfied way as she nearly beams with a glowing aura.
You're left slack jawed as she looks to you with sparkling eyes. “Does the sun truly terrify you?” she asks and you're left mesmerized by her glowing stature.
“I-I-I-I... uhm, I uhh...” you stammer nervously. She trots over and again lays sideways, this time very close.
“Pet me once more. You seemed to like the feel of my fur,” she coaxes you. You lick your lips. You wouldn't dare disobey the princess and with that your hoof again travels to her back but once more she protests and directs you otherwise.
“Lower, dearest subject,” she orders and your hoof strokes a little lower. “Mmm... lower,” she tells you. Your hoof begins to slowly go further down her back until you're nearly uncomfortable and fearing for your life once again.
“Ahh, please, lower,” she whispers and you take a second to look her over.
“B-b-but Prinecess... I'll be... be touching y-your flank,” you try to dissuade her but she'll have none of it.
“Then touch my flank. I give your permission to do so. Rub my sun,” she says in a breathtaking voice, giving you a look of dreamy bedroom eyes. You look to her cutie mark, her sun. Slowly, and very gingerly, your hoof moves to her flank and you begin to caress it, getting a soft murmur from her yet again.
'Oh dear goddess... oh goddess... oh man, oh manohmanohman!' you think nervously as you nearly begin to sweat. And then it hits you. You're getting an erection, one that you won't be able to hide. 'Nonononononono!' you begin to panic but still continue to caress Celestia's unbelievable flank.
If you stop, then she'll look back and you'll most likely spend the rest of your life in a cell of some dungeon, or worse.
“Mmm, harder... and with both hooves,” she tells you and you gulp, your second hoof traveling to the opposite flank. Her tail raises to the side as she pushes back against your hooves, spreading her cheeks wide and giving you quite the eyeful.
You blush a deep hue and bashfully turn your head. Your hooves continue to work irregardless as your shaft looms. A scent enters your nostrils which makes it even harder to concentrate.
Your breath is taken away as Celestia purrs out a moan and from the corner of her eye you spot her clitoris giving you a wink. “Mmm, very good,” Celestia says as she stands to all fours.
'No, no don't stand up! I still have a-' your thoughts are cut off as she turns to you and perks a seemingly unimpressed brow.
“Hmm... I see,” she mentions and you plead your innocence.
“Princess, it's not what you think, I-” she pushes you to your back.
“It seems you have a large problem... one that perhaps the sun could help you with,” she tells you and you are left with a gaping mouth as she moves down and licks the underside of you entire length, a gasp of pleasure leaving your mouth as she does so.
You look down to her as she fellates you, meanwhile she's looking back to you with breathtaking eyes which seem to sparkle with lust. Her mouth moves to the tip of your equine cock and she slowly begins to take your length, enveloping your cock into her warm mouth.
The feeling is enough to make you forget she's your ruling princess and instead enjoy the moment of pleasure. Before you know it, the tip of her muzzle is pressed against your crotch and she has completely taken you length into her mouth. You feel the walls of her throat close down around your lengthy cock as she begins to bob her head.
You try to fathom how she's able to breath, as you can visually see the bulge in her throat where you cock is. Even so, she doesn't hesitate, nor even gag as she continues to suck you off.
“Wow... ohhh... MMMMAHHHH!” You moan loudly as euphoria cascades over you. Slowly, and rather unintentionally, you start thrusting your hips into her face, getting a muffled moan from the princess. The vibrations of her moan sets you off without notice and your cock swells to its limit, bursting a thick load down into her stomach.
With each pulsing ejaculation you can see a bump go down her throat, your load thick enough to again stretch her throat. As you finish she slowly withdraws from your lengthy meat, a thick string of cum connecting the tip of your cock to the corner of her mouth.
Licking her lips she smirks and gives your tip a gingerly kiss. “I think that's enough lubrication,” she comments and you perk a brow.
You begin to ask yourself what she meant by that, but didn't quite get a chance as she crawls over top of you, aligning her lower nethers with your wet prick. 'NO! She couldn't be seriou-' your thoughts are cut off as she plunges her sizable flank down on your rod.
You gasp a wild moan of pleasure as Celestia takes your virginity with her sizable ass, your front hooves grabbing at her hips and holding her down. “What do you think of the sun now?” she asks you as she slowly starts to grind her hips against yours, her tight tail hole clenching against your shaft and her inner muscles seemingly trying to push you out.
Leaning down, she presses her lips to yours and her tongue invades your mouth. You can taste your own cum and have to try hard not to gag. 'Eww...' you think to yourself, the thought of tasting your own cum having never crossed your mind.
She rises her ass high, to the point that only the tip of your cock remained inside of her. Then, without much restrain, slammed herself down. You let out another gasp as her tight anus produces a pleasurable friction against your length of lubricated meat that's intruding her.
“Ohh... oh goddess yes,” you moan and she moans back to you.
“Yes... yes I am your goddess. Now treat me as such and worship me!” she moans wildly as you slam yourself into her ass. Your hooves rub against her plush flank cheeks, rubbing her cutie marks attentively.
You look up to her and see her mouth open wide, tongue lolled out and a deep hue of red spread across her cheeks that seemed to be getting darker with each passing minute. You press the cheeks of her flanks together, making her tight little hole even and tighter to the point you nearly lose control and go off for a second time.
However, she must have noticed because at that very moment, the moment just before your pleasure overloaded and you returned to that world of bliss, she got off you, your cock slipping from the warm confines of her tail hole.
“GUH! UHH! HEY! He...hey...” you whisper, coming back to realization that this was the princess you were talking to.
“Hay is for horses,” she tells you before walking towards the backdoor. You stand to your hooves, wobbling slightly. She was... was she going to leave you blue-balled?
“So tell me, dearest subject... are you still afraid of the sun?” she asks as she opens the back door and trots out onto your backyard. You go to follow but gasp as you instinctively realize the sun is still out, in fact its light has begun to invade your dark house.
“Gah...” you let out a faint gasp as you step back but then look back to Celestia, who has risen her flank high in the air for you in the most presenting of ways.
“Come, please you princess. Rut her with you masculinity,” she coaxes you, just as her clitoris again winks at you. Dumbfounded you mindlessly step forwards and the warm feeling of the sun basks down on your fur.
You jump back with a startled yelp but your attention is again diverted to Celestia as she wiggles her hips at you. Biting your lower lip, you reach your hoof out into the sunlight, the warm gaze once again cascaded upon your fur.
You let out a cry as you pull it back. “HAWWT! HOT!” you yelp but look one final time to Celestia as she is moaning lewdly, one of her front hooves reaching between her legs and rubbing her slit attentively.
Princess Celestia was masturbating in your backyard. Hell, forget about that, Celestia herself... THE princess of the sun, Celestia, had just let you give her anal.
You remember how it felt to be inside of her. So warm and tight. Your unsatisfied erection throbs as Celestia looks back to with pleading eyes and whines for satisfaction, a satisfaction you both so desire.
Without any rational thinking, you slowly trot forwards. The warmth of the sun basks down upon you but you don't even notice as you are in a trance like state from the display she's given you.
You trot up behind her and she wiggles her flank for you, bent down before your presence in a presenting way. You lean forwards almost by natural instinct and smell her gleamingly moist nethers. A whiff of her intoxicating musk takes you off guard, driving your body into a primal lust. You hop to your hindlegs, your forelegs wrapping around her hips as you mount her.
Your cock throbs and stiffens like a rock as you try to thrust yourself into her but miss horribly, your cock hitting her flank. You squirm above her, moving your hips around to try and find-
“Ahhhh... ungh...” you moan as you length rubs against the soft puffy folds of her slick, winking slit. Pulling back just slightly, you slid your length into her canal, her inner muscles gently massaging your cock in a mind blowing way as you spread her wide.
Unlike her ass, her pussy seems to try and pull you in deeper, which you joyfully oblige as you thrust deeper into her depths. The two of you let out lewd moans of pleasure as you hilt yourself into her warm depths which tighten against your thick cock.
Your thin forelegs tighten around her hips as you begin to thrust into her, pulling back and thrusting forwards in erratic movements. Celestia moans out to you in lewd, breath taken gasps. “Oh yes... yes! Buck my pussy! Ram me like a filthy filly!” she cries out to you, her inner walls clasping and trying to pull you in even deeper.
You look down to where all the magic is happening. Looking at your cock, glistening with her pussy juices, makes you moan loudly as you watch yourself slid in and out of her stretched pussy which slucks with each pull outwards and squelches with each thrust inwards.
Your hips start to thrust harder without your own mental input and you lean down onto her, muzzle against the side of her neck as you huff against the back of her ear, only making her squeal with excitement.
As you continue your assault on her loving pussy, it suddenly clenches tight against your intruding member as Celestia cries out an orgasmic moan. The intense tightness drives you over the edge in mere seconds and you mindlessly plunge you cock deep into her as the head flares. You hilt yourself inside of her, head of your flared cock pressed right against her cervix.
Celestia nearly shrieks. “NO, WHAT ARE YOU-” she attempts to protest but is cut off as she feels the first jet of your hot sticky seed plaster her womb. She lets out a deep throaty moan of pleasure as you fill her womb. Her body shudders and jolts with every torrent of cum that leaves your shaft, each one further plastering her insides with more of your load and quickly filling her right to the brim.
Finally having reached your orgasmic high you stop moving, completely still yet sheathed inside the princess's dripping pussy, a puddle of your mixed cum forming around your hooves as her tunnel overflows.
Giving a jerk with her big hips, she knocks you back, your cock pulling out of her with an audible PLOP, followed by a stream of your seed pouring out of her still twitching pussy. “Gah... y-you... ngh... you fool...” she huffs through deep gasps of pleasure as her knees wobble and threaten to give out. Her gaping hole attempts to retain your seed but fails miserably, white creamy cum leaking down the hind of her leg.
“Y-y-you weren't... s-supposed t-to... to cum in... inside me...” she tries to scorn you but is to worn out to even raise her voice. You lay there on your back, just as worn out as she, while she tries to approach you but simply collapses in exhaustion, her much larger body flopping over top of yours and pinning you to the ground.
You blink, your eyes starting to get harder to keep open. The warmth of the sun, along with Celestia's body atop of your own, encases you and makes you feel all cozy. Looking to the day sky, you realize... it's not so bad outside. In fact... it's pretty nice. The sunny sky, the soft white clouds overhead... the sexy mare you just rutted...
A lingering feeling is left inside of you as you smile, completely forgetting about everything. You think to yourself. 'I think I like the sun...'
THE END.
Author's Note
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