“Hey Twily, I’d like to ask a favour,” Shining Armor said, putting a hoof behind his head and looking slightly embarrassed for some reason.

“Anything for my BBBFF,” Twilight said, looking up from her desk. “What can I do for you?”

Shining Armor stepped into what had become his sister’s “Princess” office and couldn’t help but think how far she had come over the past few months. Before she began hopping from world to world, trying to help alternate Equestrias, she hadn’t really taken her position seriously. Now, she had devoted servants, a knight sworn to her service, and a guard force of ponies who were becoming the envy of the Equestrian military.

A great deal of that new strength had come from her time being trapped in a very special article of clothing. A symbiotic suit that enabled whoever controlled it to completely command and dominate the pony wearing it. A suit that could be used to break, tame and condition its wearer into becoming whatever their owner wanted them to be. A suit that Twilight had brought a copy of back with her.

“You said the other day that Flim and Flam had managed to make some copies of the suits you and 143 came back with,” Shining said, referring to the completely submissive version of Trixie that Twilight had rescued from that other world. “I’d like to borrow one.”

“Are you crazy?” Twilight asked, incredulous. “Those things aren’t anywhere near safe. They still have all the enslavement and conditioning routines that were built into the original. Plus, they’re just as inescapable as the… wait, you don’t want to wear the suit, do you?”

“It’s for Cady,” Shining Armor said, his cheeks colouring. “We’ve been trying for a sibling for Flurry Heart and she really likes, um…”

“Being tied up, controlled, dominated, and made to obey a powerful master?” Twilight asked, a knowing smile on her face. It was another change in the once reclusive mare. Her experiences had made her vastly more knowledgeable about sex, bondage and submission than she had ever been.

“Yah,” Shining admitted, colouring even more. “Problem is, Cadance is an alicorn. And with her alicorn strength and abilities nothing we’ve tried has ever been able to hold her.”

“What about Chrysalis?” Twilight asked, leaning back and her eyebrows furrowing in thought. “She captured Cadance, and held her captive.”

“Chrysalis knocked Cadance out, then held her unconscious in a pod,” Shining explained. “Then she was lost in the Crystal Caverns underneath Canterlot. She never really experienced being helplessly controlled, and that’s what she wants to feel.”

“And you know those suits were specifically designed to hold, contain and tame that world’s version of Princess Luna,” Twilight said, nodding in understanding. “I’m assuming you would be in the role of ‘Control,’ the pony in control of the suit’s functioning?”

“Well, I’d be in control of the suit, but I’d be playing the role of Prince Armor,” Shining Armor’s voice dropped to a deep baritone. “Dark Lord of the South.” Twilight tried not to facehoof. Leave it to her brother to combine kinky sex with his raging nerdiness.

“Let me guess,” Twilight said, trying not to laugh. “Cadance will be your prisoner, captured while trying to smuggle secret plans to her rebel friends?”

“You are a spy and a member of the Rebel Alliance seeking to overthrow the Equestrian Empire,” Shining said, putting a credible amount of malice into the line. “Tell me where your hidden base is or suffer the consequences.”

“Sexy consequences, I assume?” Twilight asked, still trying not to laugh. Shining really was putting on a good performance as the “Dark Lord of the South,” all he needed was the iconic character’s heavy mask and cape.

“Exactly Twily,” Shining said, dropping the voice and body language of the Dark Lord and going back to his normal voice. “Cady and I both think that as long as the suit is used properly, it should be safe. Besides, she and I have both worked with 143. We’ve seen what happens if one of those suits is used for evil.” He put a little extra stress on the ‘E’ and gave his sister a winning grin.

“Okay, okay,” Twilight said, unable to refuse the brother that had done so much for her over the past few months. “I’ll have Flam deliver one of the suit clones to you, and take this with you.” Twilight slid an impressively thick tome across the desk.

“What is this?” Shining said, weighing the thick book in his magic.

“The closest I’ve gotten to creating an operator’s manual for the suits,” Twilight said, frowning a bit. “It’s got information on everything Alyss and I can remember, plus everything we’ve been able to discover about the suits and their control collars.”

“Perfect!” Shining exclaimed, scooping up the book. “This is just what I need to give Cady the time of her life.”

“Shining,” Twilight said, ears intently forward and her voice cautionary. “That book has got everything we know about the suits, but there’s no guarantee it’s complete. There could be hidden traps, deep down in the enchantments.”

“We’ll be careful,” Shining said, the confidence of the Captain of the Guard showing. “And if things start going strange we’ll stop and come get you. Okay?”

“Okay,” Twilight said, her serious face taking on Shining’s infectious smile. “Have fun, and remember. Knowledge is power, and power corrupts. Study hard, become evil.” Shining Armor just laughed as he left the room, already opening the manual to study its contents.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Shining Armor asked his wife, that evening in the rooms they had in Twilight’s castle.

“I want to at least try,” Cadance said, eyes locked on the flask holding the symbiotic suit material. “I want to be yours. Completely, utterly, inescapably yours.”

“Do you remember your safeword?” Shining asked, giving the gleaming silver of the suit’s control collar a final inspection.

“Primrose,” Cadance said, instantly. “And my gesture is three taps of my hoof, or three grunts if I can’t move.”

“Okay, let’s get this on and linked to you,” Shining said, holding the flask over his wife’s flank. “After that’s done we’ll see what it can do.”

With that, he poured out the contents of the flask along his wife’s spine from mid-back down to her dock. For a few moments the ebony fluid behaved just like a liquid, but as it flowed down to the point where it should have begun to drip off Cadance it changed, taking on a strange and unnatural vitality.

“I can feel it,” Cadance gasped, as the suit began to envelope and compress her barrel. “It’s like being wrapped in liquid steel, and it tingles. I think Twilight was right. I think it—”

Whatever Cadance was about to say was lost, as the suit flowed over her crotch and her words changed to a lusty groan. Shining took the opportunity while his wife was distracted to close the suit’s control collar around her throat. A quick flare of magic later and it was impossible to tell that the collar had ever been anything but a single, inflexible circle of silver gracing Cadance’s neck.

The suit continued it’s unstoppable spread over the alicorn. With her barrell and nethers firmly in its grasp, the symbiote next spread down each of Cadance’s legs and along her wings. Her legs were seized in gleaming black immobility, while her wings were coated and forcibly folded against her back into waiting pockets. Binding them in two layers of apparently irresistible material.

“I—I think it’s got me,” Cadance said, as the suit seemed to finish it’s work by flowing up her chest and over her shoulders to stop at the line of her collar, which gave off a singular beep.

“How does it feel?” Shining asked, wanting to know both the physical and emotional sensations his wife was going through.

“It’s tingling all over,” Cadance said, her voice husky, her body quivering ever so slightly. “Especially over my teats and pussy. Li—little shocks. I’m trying not to fight it, don’t want to break anything.”

Shining frowned a bit at that. The whole point of this was for Cadance not only to be bound by the suit, but for her to realize that she was helpless, controlled and dominated by the suit’s controller. The Prince of the Crystal Empire took a moment, and put all his strength into a spell that isolated the rooms he and his wife were in. No pony would be able to hear or see anything that was about to happen in these rooms, until he dispelled the privacy magic. Things were about to get noisy.

“You’re what’s about to get broken, Princess,” Shining Armor said, sneering a bit as he fell into his persona of Dark Lord of the South. “Broken to my will. Your only hope is to submit to me now and tell me where your rebel friends are hiding.”

“Your twisted magics and hell suit can never break me,” Cadance said, defiance in her voice and on her face, as she too slipped into her established character. Her face broke into a look of confusion when a few moments later, when the entire suit seemed to vibrate and the control collar gave off three beeps.

“Ah, excellent,” Shining said, touching the metal on his captive’s throat, who tried to shy away, but couldn’t. “Suit. Recognize, this is the Voice of Control. Acknowledge.”

“Recognized and acknowledged,” came the recorded voice sound of Twilight Velvet’s voice from the collar, of all things. “Designation?”

“615-Captive,” Shining Armor said, and then added, “add Bridle One.”

Cadance felt pseudopods of suit material flow around her head. She tried shaking them loose, but they remained glued to fur and flesh as they traced out the lines of a basic bridle, one without bit or restrictions. It was one of several the suit had pre-programmed into it.

“You can’t do this to me,” Cadance said, imperiously. “I have diplomatic AH!”

A second resounding smack echoed in the room as Lord Armor followed up his first strike with the crop, with a second to the opposite flank of his suited captive. He smiled as the reports seemed to be accurate. The suit did nothing to reduce the pain from blows. It was time to begin the pleasant task of breaking down the princess’ will through direct means.

“615 suit,” Armor commanded, anticipation colouring his voice. “Double plugs, medium size.”

“You fi—” the princess’s protest changed into a groan of pleasure, as her ass and pussy were both invaded by long thick plugs of suit material that flowed into her and began to ignite her arousal.

“That’s right, 615,” Lord Armor said, addressing his new slave by her proper name. “I can control what you feel with a word.”

“You don’t control me,” Cadance said, trying to adjust to the fullness of the twin shafts.

“Actually, I do,” Shining said, clipping a long lead to her bridle. “615 suit, release movement restrictions, start low level stimulation. Begin.”

“Bas—tard,” Cadance grunted out, as the fake cocks in her began a slow, pistoning rhythm.

One shaft would slowly slide all the way into her core as the other pulled almost all the way out. Then they would reverse with the same terrible slowness. One hole being refilled as the other was reduced to aching emptiness. Each cycle took nearly ten seconds of slow torture. Cadance could feel her inner walls trying to grab onto the slick shafts in her, trying to stop them, but she couldn’t affect them anymore than she could move her wings.

Her pussy began to moisten as she began to realize how deliciously helpless she was to stop what the suit was doing to her. Shining began to feel himself loosen in his sheathe as he watched his wife’s… no, his captive’s tail begin to flag in a way he knew so very well. Putting aside the crop, he picked up a long whip in his magic.

“Walk,” he commanded, snapping the whip behind her and startling the mesmerized mare into motion.

Cadance had stopped paying attention to the world around her, focusing on what was going on inside and the slow kneading of her teats by the suit. That reverie was broken with the crack of the whip, and she stepped away from it in automatic reaction. Two steps later the lead on her bridle grew taut and her straight away motion was pulled into a curve, and another pop of the whip just off her rear reminded her to keep walking.

“What is this supposed to do?” Cadance asked, sarcasm coating her words. “I can walk all day.”

“I’m teaching you to obey me,” Shining said, before snapping the whip just behind her black coated rump yet again. “Training you to be obedient. Conditioning you to obey without question.”

“Screw you,” Cadance shot back, coming to an immediate halt, anger beginning to war with arousal. “I’ll never obey you.”

“Really?” Shining asked, before speaking again in the tone he was using for suit commands. “615 suit, punishment routine on immobility, strength three, duration one.”

“What is that supposed to—AAH!” Cadance’s defiant protest was cut off as the plugs buried inside of her released a powerful shock directly into her core. Their power was magnified by the fact that they were already inside of her, past all her defences. “You Bas—AAH!”

“The shocks will continue until you start walking again. Now move!” Lord Armor said, punctuating his command with another pop of the whip behind his bridled and leashed slave.

Cadance’s anger was gone, washed away in confusion. She was in control, wasn’t she? She decided things, she was the Princess. Wasn’t she? Shining was just a unicorn, a powerful one yes, but just a unicorn. He couldn’t make her obey him, could he? A third, stomach clenching shock bore its way through her and Cadance found herself moving forward. Anything to stop that pain.

“Good girl,” Shining said, praising his slave. It was good to give positive reinforcement as well as negative. “Keep walking, keep obeying and you won’t get shocked.”

Cadance could almost feel a phantom hoof stroke her mane in praise as she continued to orbit her captor. As the minutes passed and she completed circle after circle around Shining her arousal returned, kindling a slow fire around the still moving cocks inside of her. They hadn’t stopped in their slow reciprocation and Cadance’s own body movements were sliding her flesh along their lengths as well.

The heat in her loins continued to grow. It felt good to move, to obey. Every step was rewarded with another beat of pleasure. Drop by drop, she was being filled with need and desire. Her tail began to lift and wave around of its own accord. Trying to entice the stallion who held her in his merciless grasp.

Shining, saw his wife’s… his slave’s tail rise up. He saw her ears begin to orient on him constantly, saw the little flicks of her eyes towards him and he felt his power over the mare grow. He wanted her, and his long powerful cock began to emerge from its sheath. It knew the taste and feel of this mare from before, and it was hungry for more. He was hungry for more.

“615 suit, increase stimulation to medium,” Shining commanded, and his slave nearly stumbled to a halt as suit's shafts increased their speed to a stroke per second.

Cadance felt the cocks in her speed up and grow small nubs at the same time. The pounding caused her to stumble and trip, and she nearly came to a halt as she got her hooves back under her again. She had to obey though, obeying was bringing rewards, obeying felt good. Obeying was turning the slow burn inside of her into a blazing fire.

She kept walking in her slow orbits around her master. When had she begun thinking of him as her master? She could see her reaction at what the suit was doing to her arousing him. Her mouth watered at the thought of wrapping her lips around the impressive length that continued to grow underneath him. He was a strong, powerful stallion and his desire for her was becoming as large as her need for him. Stopping, she turned to present her rump to him, her tail flagged high.

“AAH!” Cadance screamed a moment later, as she was shocked for her disobedience. Almost tripping in her haste to resume walking, the captive mare forced herself back into motion. She felt herself growing even more aroused as she realized she had been forced to obey, that she had no choice in the matter. Shining noticed as well.

“That’s it, slave,” Armor said, smiling as his full, proud length emerged from his sheath. “When you obey you feel good, when you disobey it hurts. Are you going to keep obeying?”

“Yes… yes, Master,” Cadance panted out, desire fogging her mind. “Please, I want you. Take me, fill me, and I’ll be yours forever.”

“You already are mine,” Shining said, and he stroked his long shaft so that his slave could see it. “And once I’m certain you are tamed to my will you will be filled. But when I choose, not you.”

“Please,” Cadance begged, slowing but not stopping in her walk. The fire in her was now a raging inferno that only one thing could extinguish. “I’ll do anything, be anything you want. Just take me.”

“When I choose, 615,” Shining said, addressing Cadance only as her number, her new identity. “Keep moving.” He cracked the whip behind her, a bare inch from her suit covered flesh.

Cadance’s desire and arousal whipsawed into a fury as towering as her lust had been moments ago. How DARE Shining refuse her? How dare he tell her that she, an alicorn princess, had to obey him? She was Cadance, ruler of the Crystal Empire, and he was her consort, at best. He was a unicorn, and she an alicorn. She was his superior in every way.

Cadance stopped cold and turned toward Shining Armor. Tail down, ears back, fury in every gleaming black line of her powerful body. Again, the plugs shocked her, but this time instead of compelling her obedience they only raised her rage to greater heights. Furious at the impertinence of the stallion who held her leash, Cadance charged.

“615 suit, full lockdown,” Shining Armor said smoothly, before Cadance had gone more than a single step. He had seen the change in 615, seen her prepare to charge and his reflexes were more than up to the task of stopping her. His command to the suit froze it into place around her body, locking it into a standing position and wrapping around both her horn and mouth.

Behind the bonds of the suit, Cadance raged at her body. Try as she might she was not able to budge an inch. Her muscles weren’t even trying to respond to her commands, small electric pulses from the suit overriding her voluntary systems. Another shock rolled into her from the plugs, eating at her fury and her resolve to punish the pony in front of her.

Gathering her magical might, she made to hurl a bolt of power at her captor and shatter the suit with a single titanic blow. A small corner of her mind knew this was the point where every other shackle and bond had failed in the past. This is why Shining had driven her as he had, to see if at long last there was a way to contain, capture and control her without knocking her out. So that she could experience being a helpless slave, like so many of her subjects had been under Sombra.

Nothing happened. A few seconds later, another shock from the plugs hit Cadance, and her fury began to melt away like snow before the summer sun. She made one, last desperate lunge with her magic only to feel it drain away again with absolutely no effect. Another powerful shock struck her and this time she screamed, realizing that she was under Shining Armor’s complete domination.

“That was a good try, but now you need to be punished,” Shining Armor said, breathing a sigh of relief and feeling his lust return as he also realized that for the first time, he was in full control of Mi Amore Cadenza.

In measured time he whipped his captive mare. One, two, three, four, and five strikes with the long whip. He timed each blow to come after a shock from the plugs and by the time he was finished, she was whimpering and pleading with him to be allowed to move again through her bridle’s muzzle. “615 suit, end movement restrictions, remove muzzle.”

The suit obliged, returning control of Cadance’s limbs to her and the material of the muzzle around her mouth flowed back into the straps of the bridle framing her head. Cadance wasted no time getting back into motion, and lively moved back into the circling walk she had before.

“Thank you, Master,” Cadance said, the plugs and her growing realization of how in Shining’s control she was, rebuilding her desire. “I’ll be good. I’ll obey. You don’t have to whip me anymore.” The whip cracked just behind Cadance’s head, causing her to lower it in automatic reaction.

“What is this ‘I’ that is coming from your lips, slave,” Shining Armor said, feeling himself return to full hardness. “Your name is ‘615,’ and you will use it or be punished.”

“Yes Master,” 615 said, desperate to avoid another punishment. “615 understands, 615 will obey. 615 is your obedient slave mare.”

“Good,” Shining Armor said, he was so hard now it almost hurt. “Show me your obedience. Prance as you walk.”

“615 obeys,” the mare said, shifting into an elegant, high stepping prance as she walked. The pleasure of obedience filled her. She was his now. His to do with as he choose. If it wasn’t for the suit absorbing the liquid, her arousal and desire would have been leaving a trail on the floor behind her. As it was, the smell of a mare’s need filled the room and 615 took even more pleasure in seeing her master’s nostrils flare to drink in her scent.

“You are almost ready, aren’t you 615?” Shining asked, a small bead of liquid emerging from the end of his length. “Ready to be used, to be taken, to be bred.”

“Please Master,” begged 615, her prancing driving the plugs even deeper into her, driving her passion to heights even the Princess of Love had never felt before. “615 begs to be of service to you.” Shining Armor couldn’t hold back anymore.

“615 suit, stop punishment and stimulation,” he said, commanding the suit. “Engage breeding protocol. Begin.”

615 whinnied in anticipation as the suit forced her to a halt and had her kneel onto her forelegs. Her rear was now raised to a convenient height and Cadance flagged her tail in unspoken invitation. The plug in her pussy melted away back into the suit, but the one in her ass remained as full and as active as ever. A moment later she felt her hindquarters grabbed in her Master’s powerful grip.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this,” Shining Armor said, and Cadance’s squeal of delight as he slid his rock hard length into her sopping tunnel was music to his ears.

“Yes Master,” 615 gasped out, feeling her lord’s medial ring enter her. “Fill 615, breed her, fill her with your foals.”

“You are mine,” Shining Armor growled, setting up a steady rhythm, the butt plug in 615’s ass pushing down from above and making her even tighter than she should be. Both ponies gasped as the suit, obeying the breeding protocol, began to send powerful vibrations through the butt plug and into the suit material covering 615’s clit.

“Yes Master,” moaned 615, losing any semblance of will and volition to the need of the rut. She was his, she was female, and she was being taken by a powerful male as so many had been before her. 615 wasn’t sure if the words were coming from her fantasies, or whispered to her from the suit.

“I’m going to keep you like this, forever,” Armor said, no longer really thinking about his words, as the willing flesh around his cock began to squeeze and pulse, trying to milk him of his seed. “Keep you bound to my side. Tamed, trained, obedient.”

“Yes Master!” Cadance all but shrieked, orgasm close, so very close. Obedience had brought her to this place and she would do whatever it took to stay there. “Please, fill your mare. Your tamed, obedient mare.”

The words went into Shining Armor’s ears, wrapped themselves in pure lust, and dove into his balls. The power of a stallion fully in his prime could no longer be denied, and with a powerful electric burst of strength his virile seed leapt forward. It seared down the length of Shining’s cock, causing it to swell and pulse, emerging as a titanic flow of white into the waiting, wanting womb of his mare.

615 screamed in ecstasy, her own climax triggered by the flaming flow of stallion into her deepest core. She writhed and shuddered as best she could around her master, trying to milk him for every drop. Her body’s instinct to draw every precious bit of seed from her stallion was rewarded.

“HRNGH!” Shining wordlessly shouted, as a second massive orgasm was torn from him. Pulled from him by the gripping muscles of 615’s pussy that kneaded his cock. He emptied himself, pouring every bit of his essence into 615. His mare, his Cadance. His willing, wanting slave mare. He would prove himself worthy to be her master. She would be tamed, trained and conditioned to instant obedience, and in return he would fill her with everything he had.

615 came in another shuddering climax, the amount of fluid now inside of her pressing against every part of her insides. Every sensitive nerve in her womb and pussy was being stimulated and pushed at. She could even feel her belly swelling from the amount of material inside of her. She sighed a moment later as her master pulled free, only to gasp a second later as her pussy was sealed up by the suit and the plug made its return.

“Well done, 615,” Shining gasped out, and lifting her into the air with his magic. “615 suit, elastic hobbles to body, continue breeding protocol.”

615’s hooves were drawn up against her body by bands of elastic material extruded by the suit. She struggled a bit, mainly because it was expected of her, and the bonds demonstrated themselves by holding her hooves against her body in a sleeping position. She looked over at her master as he carried her toward their bed.

“Sleep 615,” Shining said, laying her down and pulling a blanket over her body. “In the morning we will talk about where we go from here. For now, just sleep.”

“Yes Master,” 615 said, snuggling down and feeling the liquid trapped inside her slosh a bit, reminding her of whose she was. “615 is happy to have pleased her Master.” She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep under her master’s watchful eye.

Cadance woke from a nightmare, panting for breath. Panic returned as she tried to move her legs, and failed. They were held by an elastic tension that let her extend them almost all the way, but then snapped them back against her body the moment she stopped straining with her full strength.

Twice, Cadance repeated the cycle of stretching out a leg and then having it pulled back against her. She gathered herself for another try, before noticing her legs and body were covered in the shiny, black substance of the slave suit and memory washed away her terror.

“You know, this manual is full of interesting tidbits,” Shining Armor said, turning to look down at the helpless mare beside him. As he did, Cadance saw the eyes of her beloved’s eyes flare with a green incandescent flare she was more than familiar with.

“You!” Cadance exclaimed. “GUA—”

“615 suit, full muzzle,” Shining Armor said, and the suit flowed around and into Cadance’s mouth not only locking her jaws together but also pinning her tongue in place to prevent any speech on the part of panicked princess.

Unable to shout to warn anypony, Cadance used all the alicorn strength she had to get to her hooves, jump out of bed and run to the door. At least that’s what she tried to do. Instead, she made only a few strides away before the elastic cords of the suit overcame even her adrenaline fueled strength, and snapped her legs back up against her body.

She lay there against the carpet, muzzle only letting the smallest of noises escape while she tried again and again to get her hooves under her. What made things even worse, was that at some point the suit’s plugs had started working in her again, and as Cadance tried to buck and struggle, the twin shafts rubbed and stroked at the thin wall of flesh between them until the mare wasn’t sure if she was whimpering in terror or moaning in ecstacy.

“Shining” let her struggle for a full minute before he got out of bed and walked over to her.

“This is where you belong, Cadance,” the unicorn said, a cruel smirk on his face. “Bound, helpless, and at my hooves. It’s where you’re going to spend the rest of your hopefully very long life. We’ll start off with something easy. Call me ‘Mistress,’ my little slave.”

The green flame flared from Shining Armor’s eyes again, this time flowing over his entire body, and when it faded away the long, lean and viciously dark form of Queen Chrysalis stood over Cadance, whose muffled reply was both short and elegant.

“Fuff feww,” Cadance managed to get past the muzzle.

“Oh my sweet little toy,” Chrysalis said, smiling and stroking Cadance’s mane with a hoof. “I was so hoping that would be your response. Now I get to play. Oh, and don’t bother hoping for rescue by your knight in shining armor. He hasn’t been here for a very long time now.”

Cadance’s muffled wail of despair was audible even through her muzzle, as Chrysalis began to explore all the ways she could play with her new toy.

Author's Note

Yes, I decided to start off the New Year right. With some fetish clop that I hope at least some of you enjoyed. ~~This story came to me while re-reading the foundation for the middle section of the story.~~

~~An author friend of mine, who is no longer very active on Fimfiction, wrote the nightmare section some time back. I saved it because I occasionally like tales of dark and delicious terror, and while I've modified it a great deal, it is still good and proper of me to acknowledge their contribution and inspiration while keeping their name private, as is their normal desire.~~

My Twilight Learned story is on something of a hiatus at the moment, due to limited time to write. I do intend to get back to it though, as soon as I can, and I hope enjoyed this story of a possible bad end to that tale.

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