Just one Lovely little Changeling 2: Profile Rewriten

by Kentavritsa

Rating: mature
Tags: Changelings, Original Character, Fetish, Science Fiction, Non-consensual, Random, Equestria Girls, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Other
Length: 5151

A changeling is infiltrating Twilight’s Castle. Fate chose to overwrite her destiny, leaving her on Earth. Zhiizoo will be wearing her as a suit, of course. Though she finds a fancy for having a til, whatever that will lead do.

On a most fateful, a Changeling Love Harvester is infiltrating Princess Twilight Sparkle’s Castle of Friendship, on strict orders from the Queen.

The Spirit of Harmony chooses to Isekai the Changeling, redirecting the fate of the changeling and thus negating the orders given the Changeling by her Queen. In the process, the Changeling’s destiny is over-written.

The Changeling ends up on the bed of the girl known as Chiizoo, taking the form of a black Latex Cat-Suit as the guise under which to hide.

In shock and surprise, the Changeling soon realizes that the girl is taking a liking to her in the taken guise. Zhiizoo pronounces and demonstrates her Love for the full-body Latex Suit she had been proffered. Naturally, she is consummating the Love in her own way.

The Changeling finds herself bound to the girl, incapable of leaving her presence on her own. A Latex suit can not move on her own, and she can’t make herself giving up the disguise she had chosen. The price will be far too steep for that.

A life is starting anew, in the form of the Latex Suit; exploring her new existence with the new Queen of her Hive.

Who is Zhiizoo? Who is Saqura? (Chiizoo’s younger sister)

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Illustrated by: N/A

Written by: Kentavritsa

Edited by: Kentavritsa

Re-edited by: N/A

Aproved: Automated

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Fetish, Non-Conscentual

Status: Incomplete

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Theme: Latex Fetish

Non-Conscentual: (Two Instances)

Published 2024-07-14 04:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-08-20 11:41:52 UTC

Prologue: 1

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Summary

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I had ended up, standing on the middle of the circular table in Princess Twilight Sparkles castle; only for the table top to light up, flooding my body with the purple light of magic.

Everything went white, permeated by the force of the light overpowering everything; the reality I had come to rely on, included. There is no escape, no way to escape what is to pass.

The next instant, I find myself on the top of a bed. I instinctively react, as the Changeling I am; attempting to take the shape of the nearest object, in the sense of any living creature I could pass up as.

Incidentally, I had turned into a full-body suit. Black is the colour coming before me, as a Changeling.

Reflexes don’t give you time to think or reflect on your situation; I had no options to consider, this full-body suit is what I had turned myself into.

I had only had the time to catch a glimpse of the surroundings, the room in which I had found myself; now I can’t see anything, so I don’t have an idea as to where I am or what I look like. Though I am fairly sure, this is not the home of a Pony. I am not in Equestria anymore.

“How did I end up here?” I ponder.

Fortunately, I did not have much time to ponder, or grate over my situation; a girl enters the room, finding me where I lay prone over her bed. As luck would have it, my head is over where her pillow is resting. My feet, facing downwards.

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Into the Fire

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Into the Fire: 2

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Prologue

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”What a perfectly beautiful suit, she gave me!” I exclaim, as I see the glossy, black full-body latex suit resting on top of my bed.

To me, it looks as if she had just been resting on the top of my bed, as she lay on my bed. If she had had a head, it would have been resting on my pillow, as if I had been wearing her. Even if I had no idea, she is in fact a Changeling in disguise; in the guise of the suit before me, the suit I want to slip into with a burning passion

What a delightful surprise; I had not expected the suit today, but tomorrow at best.

With the suit, already on my bed, my door closed, I am alone with her. I feel an urge to try her on this very instant, but hold back; in order to prepare properly, before I am slipping into her.

I walk over to my wardrobe, preparing to disrobe. Knowing that it is impossible to slip into her, with as much as a thread of clothes on me; the clothes would be a barrier between my skin, and the inner surface of the suit I am intending to enter.

Once I reach the wardrobe; I open the door with measured, slow and deliberate movements; standing before the wealth of my wardrobe, both the mundane clothes and my latex suits as they are.

First now, I can undress, in order to be able to be worthy of slipping into the suit presented to me, still waiting for me on my own bed.

I start by unbuttoning the blouse I had been wearing, as I entered my room; pulling my arms out of the sleeves right and left, before I am placing it onto the floor of the wardrobe; where I keep the clothes slated to be washed at the next opportunity.

As the blouse is properly disposed of; I slide the skirt down my legs, before I am stepping out of it and permit it to join the blouse.

I pull the top up over my head and place it on top of the pile; before I continue with pulling my socks off of my feet right and left; finishing of finish by slipping my panties off of me and place them, on the top of the pile.

With that, I find myself perfectly nude; extracting my latex-care kit from within the depths of my wardrobe; before I am quietly closing the door behind myself and turn my back on it, as I am walking back to the bed.

Once I am back, by the side of my bed; I place the latex-care kit on my night stand, carefully opening it, before I am examining its content in the hopes of finding each product I will need; in the process of preparing myself and the suit, for putting it on for the very first time.

I extract a pair of certified gloves, before I pick up the bottle of latex proof lubrication; leaving the gloves on my night stand, as I uncap the bottle of lubrication.

With the uncapped bottle in my right hand, I pour gel into my left hand and place the bottle on the night stand; before I am rubbing my hands together with the gel on my hands, spreading the gel out over my hands with delicate care.

I once more pick up the bottle, pouring gel into my left hand; rubbing the gel in and continue further and further up my arms, spreading the gel as I go.

Once my arms had been covered and coated with the gel lubrication; I continue up my shoulders and all the way up on my face, only ending at the edge of my hair. I do not want this gel to touch my hair, as the instructions had explained. Besides, I don’t even need to cover my hair, as the suit does not even reach that far.

Now I continue down my chest, all the way down to my crotch, before I continue up the sides of my body and finally down my back. The back is a pain to reach; but I want this done flawlessly, so I have to cover all my skin perfectly. I can’t miss any of my skin, here.

I continue down my right and left leg in turn, covering both feet; ending up covering the souls of my feet, before I can finally put the capped bottle down.

“This will be tricky, as I have covered the souls of my feet; but it had to be done, ever so carefully!” I ponder, as I stand precariously on my own two slippery feet.

While I had made the effort, caressing the gel in properly; but this is still a lubrication, leaving my skin very slippery to the touch.

First now, I pick up the two gloves, putting them on; careful not to leave any of the gel on the outside of the gloves themselves. This may sound silly; but it is how I do it, based on the instructions printed on the back of the latex polish bottle itself. I intend to follow these instructions to the letter; or I am incidentally ruin the process of breaking the suit in.

With my skin generously lubricated and slippery wet, and the gloves on; I finally turn towards my new latex suit, examining her on the bed before me. Once I had taken in the full glory of the suit; I bend over and reach for my suit, picking her up in both my gloved hands.

As I am holding her up before me, I look at her; almost as if she had been a girl, in my care.

“I hope you wouldn’t mind me putting you on; because I am eager, to slip into you!” I coo in overt and obvious excitement.

“No zipper..” I ponder, as I had failed to find the zipper on her belly; “no, definitely no zipper there, either!” I concede; enjoying the prospect of the exciting experience, of putting on and wearing the suit before me.

“Why in the name of the Queen, would I have a zipper?” she inquires, perplexed and confused by my statement. (Of course, I can not hear her thoughts, even if I had wanted to.)

With, or without her consent; I slip my right foot into the opening in the neck of my suit. With my skin thoroughly lubricated and slippery, the suit swallows my foot effortlessly; as much as she may try to contract around me, in protest. Yet, all these efforts are in vain.

I just enjoy the liquid elasticity and tightness of the suit in my hands; as I continue slipping the right foot all the way down, before I can finally place the foot on the floor. Since I can place my weight on the right foot, I no longer need to worry about the slippery skin I had just lubricated, so recently.

“"How in the name of the Queen; can she slip into me this effortlessly?" she inquires, but to no avail, as the lubrication effortlessly removes all friction and thus makes the entry comfortable and easy.

I lift up my left foot, once I am standing securely on my right foot; sliding the left foot into the suit, through the entrance in the neck. Now I am pulling the suit up, effortlessly; as the lubrication makes the suit slide up my legs all the way up over my hips, whereupon the contraction only makes the suit slide further up.

I take my gloves off of my hands, leaving them by the side of the latex-care kit; before I slide my hands in under the rim of the suit, slowly sliding the suit further up in the process. Before she knew it, the suit is sliding up so far; I can slide my hands in into the sleeves and enjoy the feeling of her tight rubber swallowing the rest of me, before she had even realized what was happening to her.

“There..” I exclaim; “I have successfully slipped into the suit, as tight as she may be!” I conclude.

"Noo-oo-oo-oo.." she exclaims, as she realizes I had already slipped all the way inside.

Incidentally, the lube of my choice also function as a perfect conduit for the love I am focusing on her; leaving her with the unexpected intake of the purest and utterly undiluted Love, she had ever experienced. The initial confusion soon gives way to the exhilarating high caused by the sudden and unexpected intake of so much Love in such a short period of time.

Had the latex-suit truly been crafted out of the latex I had prepared for; her inside would not have absorbed the moisture or gel the way she does now, causing the suit to stick to my skin after only a few moments of exposure. With that, the Love I am exuding only enters her even faster than before.

Naturally, her tightness had forced the suit to slide into the best fit possible; while the surface between suit and skin still was remaining slippery and wet, before it grew stuck as if glued on.

“That feels so good..” I exclaim, surprised by an echo of my statement; “so deliciously tight, I could never have dreamt, of this suit even being possible to acquire, for me!” I continue.

“I tried to squeeze her out..” she ponders; “but this infernal lube made it impossible..” she continues; “and now I am stuck on her skin!” she concludes.

“Time to polish you up, my dear suit..” I declare; “but then you would need a name!” I put forth.

I stand up, by the side of my bed as I am extracting the latex polish of my choice. Incidentally, this polish is interfering with the Changeling’s natural ability to change out of and into a shape of her choice. Just that I had no chance of knowing, and no clue as to what it is I had just slipped into, or put on. How could I have known, when she looks like such a delicious Latex Suit, in the first place? Oh, well; what is done, is done. No point in regretting it now. It’s too late; too late, by far.

With the bottle of Latex Polish in my right hand, I uncap the bottle with my left hand; pouring a generous amount of the thick gel into my left hand, before I place the bottle on my night stand. From there, I am rubbing my hands together; thus spreading the gel on both hands as I am rubbing it in. I repeat the process, before I slowly spread the gel up my right and left arm. Only stopping, in order to pour more gel in my left hand; so that I can continue, spreading the gel all over my skin.

As I am reaching my nipples, I am getting the first hint; towards something not being, as I had been expecting. I can see and feel my nipples growing stiff and erect; growing in size, as if I had been stimulating myself for several minutes.

“I hope you enjoy this; because I think, I am starting to enjoy this attention!” she ponders, purring almost like a little cat.

As I had finished caressing my nipples, judging them more than enough saturated with the latex-polish; I continue to slide my hands down, further and further. Only to reach my belly button. Now I feel; as if my belly button is being pulled into my belly, from the inside. It is a fascinating, confusing and somewhat scary sensation I have been exposed to, in the process. While I continue to apply the polish, the suit grows hard and stiff, while remaining elastic and sensitive.

A few minutes later, my hands reach my mound; caressing the plumpness and the stiff and stiffening petals of my orchid in the process. Furthermore; I find myself pressing on, as she is pulling the suit inside and exposes my orifice.

While I am failing to realize what is happening; the suit is following my curves, helplessly drawn into my every orifice in the process.

It is almost, as if the suit had been turned into a second skin; even if she does have a will of her own, needs and desires I will have to tend to. Unless I want to see her suffer, wither away and die before my very eyes.

I want her to enjoy herself, as she is covering my skin. Just as one would love to see one’s child or pet having a long and enjoyable life before them.

While it is not my fault, she is here; but it isn’t, as if I could blame her for ending up on my bed, either. Now, could I? Not, when I had wanted her to be here, all along; even if I had not known or realized, just how deeply I desire her and what she could be offering me. Besides; it is unfair to blame someone; before you know, that they had been actively participating to be where they are. I don’t know where she came from, or how she ended up coming to me. How could I? All I care about, is how I can make her into the dream suit of my life.

As I continue to caress my body, as I am spreading the gel polish out over her; I soon notice, just how much of my polish she is consuming. Could I blame her? No, not really.

I could have chosen to spend less of the gel, had I been so worried about the gel in question. So long as I can cover her entire body, saturating her with the polish; who am I to complain?

The process of polishing her, had taken me much more time than I had expected. Much more, than I could possibly have predicted.

In the end, I have a new, freshly polished suit; black and glossy, contracting tightly around me.

From my position, the polish is doing her a world of good; leaving her smooth, glossy and keeping her highly elastic. Most everything I could possibly have asked for, from a polish.

What I had not been prepared for, what I could never have prepared for; is what she is doing for me, and just how shapely she is leaving me as I am wearing her.

Had I been imagined it, the few times I had thought I had heard her? She is a suit, not a person, is she? Well, who am I to complain, when she is giving me so much joy and excitement.

“Who, what are you?” I hear a voice, her voice inquiring.

“I could as well answer her, even if I am just humouring my fantasy?” I ponder.

“I am a Human Girl by the name of Chizu!” I respond; “and who, and what may you be?” I inquire, hoping to get a response and an answer.

If I have a response, I could judge by myself; if I am hearing things (voices), or if I am actually talking to a genuine person.

“Chizu; I am, or was an Equestrian Changeling..” she responds; “but since I doubt I am in Equestria; this description falters..” she continues.

“A Changeling?” I inquire.

“A shape-shifter and emotevore..” she explains; “I am a love-harvester; my job is to gather love for our Hive!” she elaborates; “You see, we feed on Love; if I run out of Love, I will die!” she concludes.

“So without Love, you starve to death?” I inquire.

“Yes, exactly..” she responds; “we were slowly running out of Love, starving; then I was sent on this one mission, but it would appear I failed..” she continues; “While I may have failed my Hive and Queen; I seem to have been rewarded, because I am no longer starved or hungry!” she puts forth.

“If you are feeding on Love, maybe it is my Love for you, as my suit you are enjoying?” I inquire.

“Makes sense, I guess..” she responds; “just feels strange; to be rewarded, for failing!” she points out.

“Yes; I can see, how that feels wrong!” I respond.

“I followed the instructions to the letter; then I got close to a table, in the castle of friendship!” she mumbles; “I had entered the castle, crafted by the tree of Harmony..” she continues.

“Are you saying; that Harmony saw a better future for you, by my side?” I inquire.

“In retrospect, I can’t deny the logic of it!” she concedes.

“You need a name, something I can call you..” I suggest; “and there is a special logic, claiming that you may become stronger by being Named!” I supply.

“Oh, okay..” she responds; I guess I could let you suggest a good name, for me!” she agrees.

“I was thinking of Philine..” I respond, but I would very much prefer, for you to accept the name, before I start calling you by the name!” I put forth.

“Philine..” she responds; “I kind of like it, even if it sounds like feline, to me!” she explains.

“Yes, now as you pointed it out; I guess, it kind of does..” I respond; “but you are not a Cat?” I inquire.

“No, not really..” she supplies; “I guess you could refer to me as an Insectoid Equine of sorts..” she explains.

“Just too bad, I never saw you in your natural form; because it feels, as if it would be very hard to see that right now!” I concede.

“Yes, I seem to be stuck on your skin; I can’t revert to my natural form, or any other form as long as I am glued or fused to your skin!” she points out.

“I guess I will just have to live with this..” I suggest; but at least; I gained a very close friend, and a new and very special suit to wear..” I supply; “even if you are not made out of Latex!” I conclude.

“When you put it that way..” she puts forth; “Could I call you Latexia?” she inquires.

“Well, why not..” I respond; “just between the two of us, you can always call me by this name!” I agree.

“Who knows, Latexia; maybe you become stronger too, by being named!” she suggests.

“Unless someone else is learning of us being named; we will always know who is addressing us, when these names are used!” I point out.

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Named

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Named: 3

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Into the Fire

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“Latexia sounds like the name of a Queen..” Philine proposes; “and I am fairly sure, you will be a great Queen; for me, too!” she puts forth.

"If I am your Queen, how will this affect me?”I inquire; “will this change me, in any manner?” I inquire.

“I would very much believe it would, Latexia..” she puts forth; “a Queen is a Royal, and she is responsible for the entire Hive!” she explains; “she will also be laying eggs!” she concludes.

“Well, I am already supplying you with Love..” I respond; “I hope it is enough; for you to live a comfortable life, with me!” I continue.

“With our current relation; you don’t need to worry, about my supply of Love!” she assures me; “I am more worried; about the consequences of too much Love, right now!” she points out.

“I guess; that would suggest that I have capacity, to support more Changelings?” I inquire, hopefully. (But, how large a Hive am I capable, to support?)

“Since she just named me, maybe I could at least perform small changes to her..” Philine ponders; “Let me see, let me try; I just hope, I can give her something remotely meaningful!” she ponders; as she is probing her feelings, to see what she could do.

“Oh, this could be fun..” she ponders; considering an option she thinks may be available, to her.

Of course, since she had already adjusted my belly button; making it into an orifice, it just may be what she had been looking for all along. With an effort of focus; she soon managed to initiate the intended change, changes; turning the belly button into my means to maintain the Hive. (While it remains undetected and undetectable, outwards; the changes slowly takes effect, affecting the desired change.)

Naturally; some changes may be small on the surface, but making much larger changes in the long run. This is just such a change; even if she had not realized it, or I had not directly asked for it.

“Oh, but wait; this does look like fun, if I could get away with it..” she ponders; “Suction cups and sensitive touch pads would be just right, for her!” she concludes; as she is initiating the changes, to make these to become part of me. (While I had not directly asked her for these either, but I just may come to enjoy them all the same.)

While she was at it, she ended up changing my nails as well; even if she had not even realized it, as she initiated the change. Just as I did not notice, or realize it; as it happened.

Just as the touch pads are covering the tips of my fingers, my nails now cover the tops of my fingers. I had not noticed, how the nails grew further and further up the tips of my fingers; ending up, only stopping just before the final joint of the respective finger. (Maybe I just could not quite see my nails, for as long as she is covering me like a second skin?)

“While I had chosen to be black, instinctively; maybe I can adjust my hue, in order to look as if I am actually her skin?” she ponders, slowly probing her feelings; making the effort, initiating the changes intended and desired.

“I’ll leave her with only a pair of Metallic Bloody Red panties and top..” she ponders; “these could still be explained away; so far as the person is not looking too closely, at her!” she is reasoning. (If it is rare enough an occasion; Philine could even grant her a swim suit or leave her panties and top skin tone for certain occasions.)

All the intended changes had already been initiated; slowly progressing, offering her the changes she had expected me to be most excited about.

“Could you hide the new orifice, you turned my belly button into?” I inquire.

“Yes, Latexia; I think that should be within my range of capabilities..” she submits; “How would you prefer me to disguise it; smooth it over, applying a plug or anything else?” she inquires.

“If the plug could disguise the new orifice, I would prefer this option..” I respond.

“Okay; then I will insert the requested plug, in order to hide it!” she confirms.

A moment after she had confirmed the option I had chosen; I can clearly feel the plug being inserted.

“Is there any chance, you could insert a plug into my anal cavity, as well?” I inquire, hoping she would manage it.

“Thank you, Philine!” I respond, as I can feel the plug sliding into me from behind.

The plug I feel her inserting, is just a little bit smaller than I could swallow; leaving me distracted, during the entire insertion and several minutes after she had finished. Still, I am enjoying the sensations of the large plug inserted and staying riveted within me; just as I am enjoying the warmth it is holding inside me, from the moment it was starting to slip into me.

“I just hope, the plug is not too big for you!” she breathes; worrying she had misinterpreted my wishes, or how large a plug I could swallow.

Incidentally, the plug is pushing the remainders of the lubrication further into me; whether it is inside or outside the suit, when inserted. For a moment; I am feeling the gel spreading further and further inside me; while she is pushing the plug into me from behind. Coupled with the inherent excitement, caused by the insertion; it causes me to become wet, producing the lubrication on my own, as a result of the plug pushing the lubrication into me from behind.

“Oh.. oh..” I breathe; “Yes.. Yes.. Yes..” I exclaim; “that really hit the spot!” I realize, together with Philine, as the plug continues to slide further and further inside me. (An orifice, is an orifice; after all.)

Halfway through the insertion, I manage to walk over to my bed; sitting down, before I am lying down on the top of my bed. (Incidentally; exactly where she lay, as I initially found her on my bed.)

In my excitement, I find myself contracting around the plug. My reaction is creating a reflex; making me instinctively contract around the plug, just that the contraction grows stronger the longer it is inserted and the deeper it is within me. (Should I mind, as it is exciting me in the process?)

Once the reflex, or instinct had taken hold; it is to say, I will just have to live with it. But, why should I mind it; it is so delicious, I could cry.

Just as with the first plug inserted, the second plug leaves me distracted for several minutes. The plug inserted, is just that large; she had chosen, to make it just marginally smaller than I am capable to swallow in the first place. Only now, I had realized; I am enjoying it, loving her all the more for taking this particular initiative. (I don’t need a drone, bereft of initiative; but a companion, capable of serving me what I need and want before I have to express an order.) I may be the Queen of this very small, nascent Hive; but I am still the girl I had been, before this suit landed on my bed. This part, will not and can not change any time soon; I will simply have to grow into my role, maturing over time. Well, what had you been expecting?

It is almost, as if she had read my mind; she had chosen the correct size, for the two plugs she had just inserted into me. Both my new orifice, and my anal orifice. Would she, could she properly gauge my every orifice? I still do want, need my vaginal orifice plugged, right away. Though I guess; my oral orifice will just have to wait, until it is bedtime. Once I no longer needs my mouth, in order to speak, I could finally accept, to have my oral orifice plugged up for the duration of the night.

Only once I had recovered my wits, from the experience of the latest plug insertion; does she start to insert the next, the final plug for the moment.

As I am lying on my back, legs spread; do I feel the third plug entering me, sliding into my vagina. Just as before, I can clearly feel it filling me up. The further the plug slides in, the more I am distracted; as I feel the distinct sensations of being stretched taut, as the plug continues to slip further and further into me. (Since this is intended to feel as if she is inserting a plug, the sensations imitates this experience to a T; I feel the plug sliding further and further in, spreading me in the process.)

“Oh.. oh.. oh.. oohh!” I breathe, lips spread wide in the shape of a Capital ‘Oh’.

I had been blushing, as the plug entered me; blushing harder and harder, the further in the plug had slipped into me. A reaction, of enjoying the insertion so much; or, embarrassment caused by just how large her plugs are. Who is to say; it could be both and/or neither. Not that it really changes anything. It happened, it is happening and it will be happening again.

As I am growing used to the experience of the large plugs, I am calming considerably; as my state of mind is settling down, normalizing over time.

While I am growing used to the plugs inserted, as my body is accepting the size of the plugs; but I am still enjoying the experience, all the same. (with each plug inserted, the lubrication is spreading inside me; affecting me, by permanently lubricating each orifice affected)

Each orifice contracting, instinctively; upon insertion, slowly becoming more elastic the more I am stretching as result of the insertion. In the process, I am growing stiff and hard, in order to become even more sensitive to the touch. (Naturally, this effect is accumulative. {Well, why shouldn’t it be?})

“She really knows, how big it needs to be, for me..” I ponder, as I have regained enough of my wit, to think clearly enough.

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Shifting Perspective

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