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Smutty Universe	By : AmberSerpentine Category: +S through Z > Steven Universe Views: 50529 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Smutty Universe 01: Cleanliness is Important
Connie Maheswaran grudgingly got out of the shower, blinking through the steam to grope for a nearby towel. Twenty minutes was less than she liked, especially on a hot summer day, but she was meeting Steven soon and she never liked to be late for anything—least of all a full day of fun activities with her best friend.
As she stepped free of the shower, she ignored the glasses sitting on the sink and examined herself critically in front of the bathroom mirror. It had been a few months since Steven’s magical indirect kiss—delivered through a juice box, of all things—had cured her chronic nearsightedness, but she was still amazed at the ability to look at herself in a mirror right after a hot shower without having to worry about her glasses fogging up constantly.
Her parents didn’t yet know about her miraculous recovery, nor did she intend for them to find out anytime soon. They were freaked out enough by Steven’s nontraditional family; she didn’t want them to know about magical saliva or indirect kisses or anything else that might make them worry about their only child’s frequent semi-alone time with a boy her own age.
Connie wiped the mirror clean and took a good look at what she saw there. A brown-skinned girl not yet in her teens, long black hair made even darker by being wet. She sometimes thought she might be too skinny, but her mother assured her that she would grow out of being gangly in time. For now, she was at least grateful for the tone the mirror revealed to her. She had been involved in sports—mainly tennis and gymnastics—since she was little, but taking up fencing with Pearl had started to give her real definition.
She traced a hand lightly over her flat stomach, surprised slightly at the taut muscles she felt playing under the skin. Not much longer, she considered, and she would have a regular six pack. She was grateful that she hadn’t become bulky from the swordplay; she was still lithe, still lean, even if she felt she could bear to put on a little softness in places. Like Steven—he was soft and pudgy, still not out of his baby fat. She didn’t think he would ever be skinny by anyone’s standards, and she liked it that way.
Thinking about fat, Connie’s gaze wandered up to her chest, still almost as flat as her stomach. Her budding breasts were little more than vague outlines on her chest, and her dark nipples stood out almost as far as the breasts beneath them. Her areolae were small, making the stiff protrusions seem even larger by comparison. She’d had to start wearing training bras last year just to keep them from showing through everything she wore during class, more than because she had very much to hold in place.
She brushed her hands lightly over her breasts, gasping at the sensations that shot through her body from contact with the sensitive nipples. After a moment to compose herself, she cupped the tiny mounds. Were they any bigger than the last time she had checked? She thought maybe. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking.
Either way, she was showing signs of maturity in other ways, even if they were less welcome. She focused on the vee between her legs, running her fingers down her belly again to the mons just above her vagina. Another hair, curly and dark, had sprouted there since the last time she had checked, a few days back. She sighed deeply and grabbed a pair of tweezers out of the medicine cabinet. She deftly plucked the unwelcome hair, dropped it in the toilet, and then sterilized the tweezers with a quick splash of rubbing alcohol.
Connie was conflicted about her incoming public hairs. There hadn’t been that many yet, and she was grateful for something showing that she was growing up, but she couldn’t stand body hair. It just felt so untidy. She had been shaving her legs and armpits since just before getting a training bra, even though she barely needed to do so, and she meticulously watched her upper lip for any sign of the downy hairs her mother called “womanstache.”
She suddenly realized that her grooming had taken up easily another twenty minutes, so she quickly finished drying off, wrapping her hair up in another towel before brushing her teeth, flossing, gargling, and brushing again. There was no point neglecting dental hygiene, after all.
After finishing her ablutions, Connie pulled the towel off of her hair and sat naked on the toilet, pulling out a brush to work over her long, thick hair the several hundred times she needed to feel confident that it was all in place. She briefly touched the spot where she had pulled out the rogue public hair, rubbing the sore place to get the sting out, then gradually letting her fingers drift lower, still rubbing slightly in the pretense that she was just trying to ease a sting.
As her fingers brushed the bump at the top of her hairless slit, she sighed languidly. The intense feelings that radiated out from her touch made her whole body quiver and warmth deeper than any shower spread all the way from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Her eyes glazed slightly as she toyed with her clitoris, flicking the tip with a finger then caressing it with her thumb. She briefly considered just taking the time to masturbate before going out, but sadly dismissed the idea. She just didn’t have the time.
After the changes in her body had started last year, Connie’s mother had started telling her about the facts of life. Connie was an inquisitive and intelligent girl who had access to the internet, so she hadn’t had the heart to tell her mother that she had known all about sex and the like for months already. Something useful had come out of that conversation, though; Connie’s parents might be conservative, hovering, and even shrill at times, but at least they weren’t complete prudes too. Connie’s mother was a doctor, after all.
Talking with her mom about sex stuff had let Connie know that it was okay to explore her own body—in private, of course—and it hadn’t been long before those nightly explorations had paid dividends in the most amazing sensations she had ever felt. Sometimes she had to stuff her face into a pillow to keep her parents from hearing the results of those private moments, and regular sessions of masturbating had helped take off some of the pressure she felt from having such a demanding family life.
Steven had helped too, in other ways. Finally having a friend—and a magical friend to boot—had started to give Connie a sense of personal worth she had never known before. She knew her parents loved her, but sometimes she worried that they only loved the potential she had, instead of her personally. Steven was the most guileless, open person she had ever met, and he adored her. It felt good to be wanted, to be cared for as a person.
Thinking about Steven so shortly after touching herself was unusual—normally, she thought of him before she started, not after. Lately, almost all of Connie’s nightly “exercises” had involved thinking about Steven. She thought of them kissing, of him tracing his big, soft hands up under her sundress, of the two of them fusing in a different way than when they danced.
She hadn’t dared try anything with him yet, though. On top of being guileless, Steven came across as incredibly innocent. He didn’t own a computer, he didn’t have cable, his television was so old Connie thought it might have tubes in it, and she wasn’t entirely sure anyone had ever told him about where babies come from. The very idea of approaching Steven about sex stuff seemed somehow inappropriate, like she would be corrupting his purity.
Still, every time she was around him lately, she just wanted to pull him in close and start kissing him. She didn’t know where it would go from there, and she thought that the two of them were probably still a bit too young for any of the other fun things she had thought of, but she was definitely ready for some kissing. She just hoped that she wasn’t incredibly terrible at it.
Sighing in disappointment, Connie stood up and quickly finished brushing her hair before pulling on her clothes. Polka-dotted underwear and a pale yellow training bra went on under the strapless yellow sundress she had picked out for the day. Her sandals and sun hat were waiting for her by the door, along with a satchel holding a couple of books she was hoping to get Steven to read, her violin, and a pair of conservative pajamas.
Her parents had finally agreed to a sleepover at Steven’s house, with the understanding that Steven’s “aunts” would be present at all times. That was the agreement whenever she was visiting with Steven, of course, but her parents had been especially emphatic about it when it came to a sleepover. She thought that Steven and his dad sleeping over at the Maheswaran house when they had been snowed in had convinced her parents that he didn’t have any nefarious activities in mind. She wondered how they would feel if they knew their pristine daughter was the sex-crazed one of the two.
Once she was at his place, the fun—if not the fun she exactly wanted—would begin. Steven would provide the snacks, which was good since her parents didn’t like her eating things that had sugar in them, as well as figuring out the day’s activities. He was good at that sort of thing. Connie had never yet had a boring day with Steven Quartz Universe. She had risked her life a few times, but she had never once been bored. She hoped that Steven might be ready for some of the “fun activities” she was contemplating sooner or later, but for now, it was always good to spend time with her best friend.
“Are you ready yet, Connie?” came her mother’s voice, drifting up from downstairs. “Greg is here to pick you up!”
Connie smiled and dashed to the bathroom door. “I’m ready, mom! Tell Mr. Universe I’ll be down in just a minute!” she called back.
“Hi, Connie!” Greg Universe called from somewhere below. She giggled behind her hand at the image of Steven’s dad, dressed in that awful cherry sweater he was wearing every time he came to the Maheswaran house, standing in the doorway and shouting past her mom.
Smiling the whole way, Connie skipped down the stairs, wondering what amazing things her best friend would come up with today.
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“I’m so sorry, Connie!” Steven wailed, jam running down his face and dripping slowly onto his shirt.
“It’s okay, Steven,” she replied, pulling off her useless glasses and staring at the red smears covering them. She reached up with one had to touch her dark hair, not surprised at all to find jam smeared all over her head. In fact, looking down, she saw that she was splattered from head to toe with sticky, red jam. “Who could have known that putting jam cakes in the microwave could have made them so unstable?”
“I think it’s Pearl’s fault,” he said mournfully. “The last time she took the microwave apart for spare parts, she must have ‘improved’ it again.”
“Blech,” Connie grumbled, fishing out a piece of burnt jam cake that had somehow gotten in her mouth. It had probably happened while she was gaping at the sight of the microwave door blowing off its hinges and hurtling across the room like a flaming comet. She and Steven were both lucky that no one had been hurt and that nothing beside the microwave had been destroyed.
“Let me get you a towel or something,” Steven offered, but Connie held up a hand before he could run off.
“I don’t think a towel is going to cut it,” she told him. “I think I need a bath.”
“That’s a good idea!” he agreed immediately. “While you’re getting started, I’ll put your clothes in the wash. You can wear one of my shirts until they’re done.” He smiled broadly, and Connie felt the last of her annoyance from the microwave exploding washing away in the warmth and honesty of that smile.
“What about you?” she asked. “Shouldn’t you clean up too?”
“I suppose so,” he said, looking down at his jam-covered clothes. “You go on ahead, though. I have to use the warp pad to get up to the laundry.”
He paused, looking at her expectantly.
“What?” she asked, feeling vaguely uncomfortable.
“Oh,” he said, seeming confused. “I just thought you wanted me to wash your clothes. You’ll have to take them off first.”
“Oh!” she exclaimed, her cheeks burning with sudden embarrassment. “You’re right. Sorry, I guess I wasn’t thinking. I’ll go into the bathroom and pass them to you through the door after I get undressed.”
“Okay,” Steven agreed, drawing out the word as though he still didn’t really understand. “I’ll grab extra shirts and stuff on the way back.”
Connie smiled and nodded in agreement. Something had been off about the conversation in a way that she wasn’t really familiar with, but everything seemed to be back to normal now. She padded her way into the bathroom and quickly stripped to her underwear. Seeing red splatters on the bra and panties as well—and how had that happened?—she went ahead and threw those on the pile too.
Now completely naked in Steven’s house, with Steven just on the other side of the bathroom door, Connie felt her lower regions tingle slightly with the forbidden nature of what she was doing. Her parents certainly wouldn’t approve, that was for sure. She reminded herself that it was just a bath and quickly composed herself before cracking the door just wide enough to slip her clothes through.
“Here you go,” she said, leaning around to see Steven standing there waiting for her. He took her clothes with a smile and bounded off, leaving Connie with a brief glimpse of his bare shoulder and back.
“Be right back!” he called as he dashed around the corner to the warp pad. Had he already taken off his own shirt? She supposed that boys didn’t have as much of an issue going shirtless as girls did, though she could never remember Steven taking off his shirt around her before.
When she heard the warp pad chime, she closed the bathroom door and walked to the tub, turning on the hot water to start it filling up. She had always been surprised how huge Steven’s tub was, especially considering that she didn’t even know if the Crystal Gems took baths, but it definitely fit the scale of the rest of the house. Everything seemed to have been built slightly larger than normal, from the open ceiling in the main room to the extra-long kitchen counter. The bathtub was no exception, and Connie could easily imagine fitting at least three people in it.
She grabbed a wooden bowl from next to the tub and sat down on a low stool next to it, quickly rinsing herself off like she had seen people do in anime. She had always wanted to try out a Japanese-style bath, but she quickly realized that the process of cleaning outside the tub was really cold. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass after just one bucket of water, and she decided that maybe people in anime were just tougher than she was. She hurriedly washed off the suds and stood up to step into the filled bath, when she heard the door open behind her.
Connie turned around to see Steven walking into the bathroom nonchalantly, carrying a stack of towels, red shirts, and washcloths. He was stripped to the waist; below that, he was wearing only a pair of white underwear, the kind her father sometimes called “tighty whiteys.”
“Steven!” she gasped, bringing her hands around to cover her breasts and crotch.
“What!” he exclaimed back, looking startled. He looked back and forth, struggling to keep hold of the clothes he was carrying, finally throwing them up into the air where they rained down around him. “Is it a gem monster?” he asked, holding up one arm in preparation to form his crystal shield.
“No!” she responded, turning her back to him. She then realized this only presented her bare ass to him, then turned back to face him, her hands constantly moving to try and cover as much area as possible. “I’m… naked!”
“Ohhh,” he sighed, looking her up and down as though he had just realized that she wasn’t wearing clothes. “Sorry, Connie. I wasn’t thinking.”
Connie relaxed for a moment, thinking that it had just been an innocent mistake—how very Steven of him—before he reached down and stripped his underwear off in one swift motion, tossing them into the hamper in the corner of the room without a second glance.
“Now we’re both naked!” he exclaimed, his tone indicating that he thought the problem was clearly solved.
Connie wanted to say something more to him, something about how it wasn’t okay for him to walk in on her and especially not okay to take all his clothes off in front of her, but all she could do was gape. She felt her mouth drop open in astonishment, and her hands slowly fell away from concealing her body as she tried to take in what she was seeing.
Steven stood in front of her, his fists on his hips and a smile on his face, the way he always looked when he thought he had come up with a brilliant idea. It wasn’t his posture that drew Connie’s notice, though; it was what hung between his legs. Connie had seen penises on the internet before, even some pretty big ones, but this was the first one she had ever seen in real life—and it was huge. Steven’s penis was only about four inches or so flaccid, but it looked absolutely enormous on him, and it was easily as thick as two or three of Connie’s fingers held together. Considering that Steven was several inches shorter than she was, his cock was entirely disproportionate to the rest of him, a genuine monster.
Connie thought briefly about the ocean worm that had nearly killed them both on the day she first met Steven Universe. Steven’s penis didn’t have a mouth on the end of it, but it certainly seemed just as big to her staring eyes.
Connie looked him up and down, observing his soft, pudgy body. Steven had a layer of baby fat still clinging to him, and every inch of him looked like a child—except for his penis, which would easily put grown men to shame. He had no hair on his body at all, which relieved Connie a little bit. She had considered in her frequent fantasies that he might have a patch of curly black hair in his crotch to match the one on top of his head, but he was still smooth and silky all over.
“What’s wrong, Connie?” Steven asked, his smile fading away. He looked down at himself and twisted back and forth to get a better look at his own body. “Do I have something gross on me?”
“You’re naked,” she said in a flat voice, finally looking back up at his face. “Why are you naked?”
“I thought we were gonna take a bath,” he responded, clearly confused.
“Do you usually take baths with other people?” Connie asked him.
“I used to take baths with my dad all the time,” he said, nodding. “Pearl and Garnet used to take baths with me too.” He paused and scratched his chin with a finger. “Not Amethyst, though. She’ll only take a bath if Garnet holds her under until the bubbles stop.”
“Doesn’t it bother you, being naked in front of me?” she asked, finally letting her hands drop away completely.
“Should it?” he asked, walking to the bath and testing it thoughtfully with a toe. Connie was amazed at the way it made his penis sway back and forth, moving like an elephant’s trunk. “Hot!” he exclaimed happily before jumping in, splashing water over the sides in a cascade. He paddled around the enormous tub for a few moments before turning to look at Connie. “Aren’t you getting in?” he asked.
Wordlessly, Connie nodded and took a few halting steps forward. Everything in her, every lesson about privacy and propriety from her stifling parents, started screaming as she walked naked toward Steven. For his part, Steven’s eyes never seemed to wander below her neck, besides his initial assessment before he had taken off his underwear, and he never lost his expression of childish glee at the idea of taking a bath with his best friend. He didn’t seem ashamed at all.
“I let Pearl know about the microwave,” Steven said, grabbing a washcloth and a bar of soap from the floor next to the tub. “She said she won’t have time to look at it until the Gems get back from their mission.” He scrubbed under one arm before seeming to remember something. “Oh, and she said she’s sorry about the jam cakes.”
“That’s okay…” Connie started to say before Steven’s words sunk in. “The Gems are gone?”
“Yeah,” he said sadly. “Something came up. Like a giant monster on a remote island or something?” He shrugged. Monsters were just normal business in Steven’s house. “They said they would have asked me along, but they knew how much spending a day with you meant, especially your first sleepover.”
“Steven,” she said in a strained voice, hating how much like her mother she sounded, “my parents only agreed to let me stay over because they thought there would be adults present. They would never have agreed to let me spend the night at a boy’s house unsupervised!”
“The Gems are only going to be gone a couple of days,” Steven replied. “They’ve left me alone longer than that before. I mean, I was stranded on a deserted island with Sadie and Lars for a whole month once.”
“That’s not the point!” Connie insisted.
“Well, they don’t know we’re unsupervised, right?” he asked cautiously. Connie nodded, her face contorted with worry. “Then it’s just like when you’re doing your sword-fighting training with Pearl. They know you’re taking ‘fencing lessons,’ but you always say that the details would just get them upset.”
“No point in worrying them,” she agreed, seeing Steven’s logic. He had a knack for using someone’s words against them, but making them feel good about it at the same time. “I guess you’re right.” She smiled at him to show that everything was okay, and she giggled behind her hand when he gave her a thumbs-up back.
The two of them scrubbed and washed quietly for a few minutes, falling into a comfortable silence, working hard to get the jam off their skin. Connie picked up the wooden bucket from next to the tub and poured water over her head again, kneading her thick hair in an attempt to get every bit of sticky crud out.
“You’re missing some,” Steven told her, pointing toward the curve of her head. She turned away from him, craning her arms to reach the spot he indicated. “No, you’re still missing it. Let me help.”
Before Connie could object to him coming closer, she felt Steven’s naked belly pressing against her back as his hands went to her hair to help root out the errant jam splatter. His skin felt cool in the hot water, and she shuddered slightly at the contact. As Steven’s strong, soft hands worked across her scalp, she felt her nipples hardening and her breath coming faster.
“There!” he exclaimed. “Got it! It was a piece of biscuit!”
Steven leaned forward further, bringing his hand around in front of Connie’s face to show her his prize. As he did, his penis slipped free from the water to caress her spine. Connie moaned slightly at the contact and wiggled back and forth, trying hard to not touch herself. Steven gasped at her sudden movement, and she felt his penis begin to harden as she rocked back and forth.
He recoiled from the strange sensation and slipped, first sliding forward and then back. Connie turned to see what was going on, struggling to brush her wet hair out of her eyes, just as Steven careened forward. He barely managed to catch himself on the wall above the tub with both hands, but that left his rapidly hardening penis at eye level for Connie.
“What’s happening to it?” he asked her in a panicked tone, looking back and forth from his penis to Connie’s face. She would have found it funny if he weren’t so clearly upset.
“Calm down, Steven,” she said, watching his penis grow longer and harder with every moment. “It’s normal. This just happens to boys sometimes.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, the worry still present. She nodded, barely able to take her eyes off his penis. “Oh, thank goodness!” he said, relief beginning to set in. “I was worried I was shapeshifting again or something.”
Connie couldn’t stop staring at Steven’s cock, mostly because it was literally only inches from her face—and getting closer with every passing moment. Up close, she could only describe its color and shape as “cute,” looking as soft and pink as the rest of him. Taken in context, though, it was a monster, easily six inches or more hard. She couldn’t imagine how huge he was going to be when he finished growing up.
“Sorry, Connie,” he said, backing away a little now that he had managed to get his balance back. “I was just worried. It’s never done anything like this before.”
“Steven…” Connie began cautiously. “Have the Gems or your dad talked to you at all about sex?”
“Sort of,” he said, sitting back down in the tub and gasping as his hard penis sank beneath the hot water. “They said that eventually I’d meet a girl or boy I really liked, and that we would find stuff to do together, but that it was something that adults did. Pearl didn’t seem to think much of the idea, but Amethyst seemed really into it. She kept saying that I should ask my dad since he was really good at it.”
“Oh, wow,” Connie said, stunned at the idea of Greg Universe having sex with Amethyst. She shook herself and decided that couldn't have been what Amethyst had meant, though. Amethyst had probably meant that Steven's mom had said Greg was really good in bed, and Amethyst was just repeating it. She just couldn't imagine goofy Greg Universe sleeping with anyone but Steven's mom-and she could barely imagine that. “Did you?”
“I told dad the Gems had said to ask him about it, but he said that he didn’t think I was old enough to hear that sort of stuff yet.” Steven reached under the water and groped at his erect penis, his face bunched up in concentration. Connie licked her lips involuntarily at the sight. “He seemed kind of embarrassed about it, actually. Especially when I told him what Amethyst said.”
“I could tell you more, if you want,” Connie heard herself saying. She couldn’t believe how bold she was being, but Greg wasn’t coming to pick her up until tomorrow afternoon and the Gems could be gone for days. This was the first time she and Steven had ever been totally alone, and she wasn’t about to let the chance slip away.
“How do I make it go back to normal?” he whined, squeezing at his massive erection. “The harder I grab it, the bigger it gets! And it kind of hurts...”
“Don’t be so rough,” she scolded, scooting toward him under the water. She grabbed his wrist and gently pulled it away from his penis. “You have to be gentler.”
Connie hesitated only a moment before reaching out and tracing her fingers along the underside of Steven’s penis. He gasped and jerked briefly, and she felt suddenly powerful on seeing his reaction. Her boldness grew stronger, and she curled her hand around the middle of his length, taking care not to squeeze too hard. She began to move her hand back and forth along his shaft, like she had seen it done in movies, watching his face carefully to make sure she was doing it right.
Steven’s moans and grunts let her know that he was certainly enjoying it, even if he didn’t know exactly what was going on. His hands flopped around for a few moments before he grabbed onto the rim of the tub and held on for dear life.
Connie began explaining the facts of life to Steven as she stroked him, taking on a lecturing tone that Pearl might have admired, even if she wouldn’t have approved of the circumstances. She didn’t know how much Steven was actually hearing, though. His face was taut and his eyes had rolled back in his head as the pleasure intensified from Connie jerking him off.
“Something feels weird…” he moaned after a few short minutes. “I think I’m going to pee…”
“No, you’re not,” she told him, picking up her pace. “You’re about to have an orgasm. It’s supposed to happen. Just let it come.”
Steven moaned her name as she stroked faster, thrusting his hips up toward her involuntarily. Just as the tip of his penis broke the water, his orgasm hit him. Steven cried out, his voice hoarse and ragged as he struggled to catch his breath. Connie almost stopped stroking when the first blast of Steven’s hot cum hit her in the face, but she persevered and kept going as spurt after spurt shot from the end of his huge pink shaft.
It seemed to Connie that Steven kept coming for a long time, but maybe it only seemed that way because of how intent she was on the whole thing. By the time his cock started deflating and the last spurts of white cream had stopped, Connie realized that her face and chest were completely covered with his semen.
Steven sank back under the water, a hazy afterglow from his orgasm turning his face slack and vague in a way that Connie understood all too well. She opened her mouth to explain what had just happened, when she realized that Steven’s cum was all over her lips. Tentatively, she snaked her tongue out to just taste a little of it out of curiosity, ready to spit it out if it turned out to be nasty.
Her eyes widened in surprise as the semen passed her lips; it was delicious! The flavor was somewhere between salty and sweet, like taffy or salted chocolate. Connie’s tongue swirled around her lips, drawing in as much of the delicious cream as she could manage. It was all she could do to keep herself from scooping it off of her tiny tits and sucking it off her fingers.
“Sorry, Connie,” Steven said, finally seeming to come out of his haze.
“For what?” she asked. If anyone had a reason to be sorry, it was her. Now that the moment had passed, she was starting to worry that she had taken advantage of Steven’s naivety. She couldn’t feel too bad, though, especially not now that her pussy was veritably throbbing with need. She would have to show him how she took care of it soon—or maybe teach him to do it for her…
“I got you dirty again,” he said with a slight smile. “And now the bathwater is all cold.”
Connie reached over to the drain plug and pulled it free. As the water began to swirl away, she reached up and ran her hands over her small breasts, splashing water on them to wash off some of the cum. Steven looked at them, seeming to drop his gaze below her eyes for the first time.
“I guess we’ll have to take another bath then,” she said with a smile of her own.
The two of them sat there grinning together, best friends in the bath. Connie just knew that they were going to have a lot more fun before the day was out.
To be continued…
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