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Warning: Explicit sexual content.  Distribution to minors forbidden.

Disclaimer: This following is a work of fiction intended purely for the entertainment of its reader.  Any depiction of persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. 

Summary: A companion story to Ovi-Sister.  A lonely woman escaping her past in the deep Amazon becomes the unwilling(?) link in the procreative process of strange, alien forest creatures.

Keywords:  mc, horror, Zoo, non-anthro, bd, best, preg

Shelley had heard the stories before it happened to her.  Here in the outreaches of a South American outback, she had found this cabin where she could be alone and gather her thoughts.  She had come here to get over the hurt she had encountered from a broken marriage and a broken relationship.  Of necessity, she had contact with the local tribes-people – which is where she had heard many stories of the strange legends and creatures of the forest. And where she had first heard of the people that were called, what was roughly translated into, ‘The Bearers’.

These were women who bore the young of some mysterious creatures that lurked in the forest. Oddly enough, despite the apparent horror of what they went through, these women were held in high regard – as if they were a chosen few.  She thought it was all just legend and folklore nonsense, of course – until they came to visit her.

And Shelley remembered that first time when she could not understand nor fight the strange, exciting urge that beckoned her to strip and venture into the jungle.  She remembered her stark shock when she first saw them.  She had surprised herself at how little fear or loathing she felt – there again, during the telling of the stories it was apparent that none of the ‘Bearers’ had ever suffered or come to harm.  Curiously, she just submitted to them and was rewarded with a delightful experience.

They came to her since then once every four weeks or so, which made her wonder whether they knew of or at least sensed the female menstrual cycle.  It was mid-afternoon now, hot and humid as she gradually divested herself or her clothes. They were summoning her again.  The heavy pheromones they were releasing were again seducing Shelley’s inhibitions and luring her into her lust delirium that drove her to the monthly impregnation ritual.  She inhaled deeply and let the delicious opiate fill her head.  Looking down at herself, she could admit that her body was still firm, her breasts jutting out proudly, and her belly still relatively flat.  She ran her hands slowly over her body and delighted in the sensuous glow overcoming her.

She realized that her nipples were beginning to stand out as if her body anticipated the coming events.  How perverse, she thought, here she was a seemingly respectable city girl about to experience something the strange horror of which would send most right-minded women to slash their wrists to avoid.  She was about to be sexually ravaged by strange forest creatures and she would come back impregnated with their child!

Stepping out onto the porch, she felt a slight warm breeze caress her body.  Walking away from her shack, she plodded into the forest ready to fulfil her responsibilities.

Arriving at the clearing she maintained for their rendezvous, where the procedure would take place, she noticed that they had already arrived and were waiting for her.  As usual, there were four of them – the two ‘guardians’ whose purpose was to restrain her, and the male and female of the species who would perform the implanting and impregnation.

Had she been asked to describe them, she would have been at a loss, as she (and, she suspected, precious few others) had ever seen them.  Around 18 inches high they resembled, as best, a cross between and octopus and a scorpion.  The main bulk of the body was leathery in appearance, but with large black doleful eyes perched on the top – a bit like those of a crab.  But it was the tendrils (or tentacles whatever they were) that made them quite unlike anything she could have imagined.  Six of these were obviously for traction or grasping, but she knew that the male and female differed in that they each had a seventh special-purpose tendril.

She felt something brush against her ankle and, looking down, realized that the male was wrapping one of its tendrils around her leg, as if urging her on. ‘Horny little devil’ she smiled to herself before lowering herself down and lying on the vegetation on the floor of the clearing.

The two guardians had taken position either side of her and she felt their tentacles reach out and grab an arm and leg each.  Her arms were pulled outwards while the others pulled her legs open and upwards to allow easy access to her sexual organs.

Bound and pinned thus, she was as firmly restrained and held down as if by ropes and staves.  Even without the restraints, however, she knew that she would gladly have lain there and submitted to them.  These were welcome and well-accustomed friends, she felt safe and comfortable with them.

She felt the movement between her legs as the female moved forward and, wrapping her coils around Shelley’s body, pulled herself up onto her belly.  The female settled herself there and then wound her two hind most tendrils gently but firmly around each of Shelley’s upper thighs as the centre tendrils embraced Shelley’s waist.  Almost perceptively, the foremost tendrils stroked her sides in a soothing caress.

The female had a special protrusion to her rear, much like the tail of a scorpion, which could be turned upward or downward. But Shelley knew that there, the similarity ended.  This was a highly unusual and versatile tool which would play a vital part in the first stage of the breeding.

Once in position, the female brought down her tail until it nestled against the outer lips of Shelley’s vulva.  The ‘stinger’ began a slow caress up and down between Shelley’s labia, groping for her vagina, stimulating her erogenous zone, prompting Shelley’s genitals for the impending sexual congress.  As the stinger caressed her, the opening at its tip secreted its slick, gooey coital fluid, preparing the passage for ease of entry and with the fluid came more of those heady pheromones.  Shelley inhaled them deeply into her lungs and then let out a soft moan as the rush overwhelmed her and touched off a light, satisfying orgasm.  From the tip of the stinger, the probe began to emerge and carefully felt for Shelley’s vagina.  Gently, the female began to push the probe into her body, slowly inching into and up her vagina.  The stinger planted itself over the vaginal opening and its mouth flared outward to cover Shelley’s labia, making a secure, shielding seal.

Shelley gasped with pleasure at the intrusion and closed her eyes, trying to relax as the female pushed ever deeper into her body.  Inside her, she could feel the tendril snake its way gently up her vagina.  She could hear a feint gurgling sound as the invading appendage surged and swirled within her.  The stinger’s mouth-like opening slurped and smacked against Shelley’s mons as it plied its probe within her.  Copious secretions seeped past their united organs and streamed lugubriously down her crotch.  It always tickled her in an erotic way as it crept its way into her, urging on her arousal.  Shelley’s hips rocked gently as she enjoyed the delicate incursion.  The tendril curled and spun within her wet clingy confines, stimulating her uterus to lift and poise itself for sexual union while relaxing her for the upcoming procedure.  Shelley surrendered herself to the creature’s attentions, rising with the seductive sensations until they peaked and she was rewarded with another, deeper climax.

Eventually, Shelley felt the tip of the probe nudge against her cervix.  It groped around there, determining its whereabouts, centring itself, pushing hard now to ensure a good connection.  The probe was, in fact, a tube and inside was another, specially adapted tendril.  Within the tube also, were the ova, which Shelley would carry.  Now she could feel something push against the opening of her cervix.  The egg would be not much bigger than the end-joint of her little finger, and soft and pliant in its makeup.  The female, having positioned the ovum at the opening now began to push upwards.

Shelley let out a small gasp as it began its journey up that narrow tube.  Despite the narrowness of her cervix and the size of the intrusion, she was surprised that she felt no pain – just an odd, pleasurable sensation as the ovum was pushed deeper and deeper into her body.

The female’s probe continued to push upwards into her cervix until, at last, Shelley could feel a presence in her womb – the egg was in!  Now, the female had extended her probe right into Shelley’s womb and she could feel it move about inside her, presumably making sure that the egg was secure and comfortable in the inviting warmth of its host.

Apparently satisfied, Shelley could feel the tendril being withdrawn from her womb, down her cervix and, finally, the female began to extract the tube from her vagina.  It made a slurpy sound as it pulled free of her vagina and the stinger broke its kiss with her vulva.

Its purpose fulfilled, Shelley could feel the female relax.  Her tendrils slowly unwound their clutch of Shelley’s body and weakly lifted her body above Shelley’s belly, dragging her limp stinger behind her like a wounded arm.  The female paused for a moment to gather strength and then slithered off her belly, lifted her stinger over her body and scuttled gingerly off to the side.  Shelley looked after her with the concern of an intimate friend.  Now she could feel the two guardians tighten their grip on her legs and thighs, pulling them further outwards while pulling her knees upwards so that her back arched slightly off the ground, exposing her orifices fully.

She felt the movement between her thighs, the tendrils reaching upwards across her belly, the bulk of the male drawing itself up between her outstretched legs and rubbing across her exposed nether regions.  She let out a gasp of anticipation as he moved upwards and inwards, wrapping his body around her and enveloping all of her crotch from her pubis to her buttocks.  His fore-tendrils reached upwards and wrapped around her slim waist to hold him against her pubis, his centre tendrils wrapped around her up-turned thighs in order to secure his position and pull himself closer, his hind tendrils reached under her butt, crossed her back and gripped her hips to pull his body around her crotch.

She could feel a nudging to her rear, pushing between the cheeks of her buttocks as his seventh tendril began its journey to anchor him to her body.  Pushing inwards between her yielding cheeks, it lightly touched the tight little ring of her anus, gently teasing and lubricating it with more pheromone rich coital fluid.  The intoxicating aroma reached Shelley’s head and again she succumbed to another sweet, fulfilling climax.  As it swept over her, Shelley could feel her sphincter muscles relax and contract in anticipated rhythm until eventually, she relaxed completely and opened up to him.

The probe pushed up against the now unresisting entrance, about the thickness of a man’s little finger tip at first, it pushed easily into her receptive anus.  She let out another groan of pleasure as it continued its journey inwards, thickening now to the width of a thumb until she could feel the larger bulb pressing against the entrance.  Willing herself to relax, she opened herself up even more to allow the large protrusion to push its way inwards, stretching her anal opening until it almost hurt then, with an inaudible pop, it was inside her.

Waves of delirium began to engulf her as she could feel the tendril in her rectal passage moving, turning, with the creature using it to pull himself even closer to her exposed body. 

Now she could feel the second probe, gently working around the front of her vagina.  This thin, deft tendril would have a different and unique purpose.  She could detect it now feeling around at the entrance to her urethra.  This had been entirely new to her that first time but now she waited with eager anticipation as the thin tendril gently pushed against the opening and into her pee-tube. She could feel it slithering steadily inwards and upwards until, finally, she sensed it deep inside her bladder.

The male now began to drink; she could feel it, as the liquid drained out of her bladder.  The process (or taste) seemed to excite him as he grasped her more urgently and the anchor tendril coiled stronger inside her rectum, pulling him tighter.

Having drained her, he now began to inject his own fluid into her body.  Again, she only had her senses to guide her, but she estimated that the males pumped quite a bit of the nutrient into her bladder as she could discernibly feel it begin to expand under the pressure.

Against the lips of her vagina, she could feel him begin to grow the third tendril.  Unlike a human penis that dwelt external from the body, his was retractable and literally extended out of his body directly into hers.  The emerging organ now pushed against the lips of her vagina, the secretions and his mate’s prior enticements helping its smooth penetration.  Shelley felt the lips urged apart as the member began to enter her, moving on into the damp warmth of her vagina.  Her head lolled back against the vegetation beneath her, she cried out with pleasure at the new intrusion.

She could feel the anchor probe in her anus and the tendril, still deep within her bladder, pulling at her to ensure his even penetration.  The inseminating appendage continued to grow outwards from the creature, pushing deeper and deeper into Shelley’s insides.  Again she heard the obscene gurgling sound as the delving penile implant crept into the intimate reaches that a woman reserves for lovers only.  She had no idea of its width, but she surmised that it was thicker than a human phallus though, with its gradual growth and the mucous it secreted she accepted his intrusion easily and with delight.

He was filling her now, conforming to her inner contours, pushing deeper until she could feel him nudge against the base of her cervix.  There, the end of his organ pushed firmly against the entrance and she could feel what must have been like lips closing around the opening, effectively sealing himself to her.  He was now prepared for insemination.

He began an action, which always drove her over the edge towards a transportation of delight.  His whole organ began to pulsate, undulate and throb deep within her and against the lips of her vagina sending waves of ecstasy through her body.  Sensing his time was fast approaching, he began to distend his anal anchor probe.  Shelley felt it thicken and the bulb, which nestled within her anal muscles, began to throb and swell rhythmically, pulling them even closer until she felt that, under other circumstances, she would have cried out with pain. As his small body worked fervently against her crotch their contact began to make a slight, telltale sexual smacking sound.  Unconsciously, her hips began to roll in time to his rhythmic pulling as if pushing up to meet a lover’s welcome thrust.  Within her vagina, his main probe began to swell, exaggerating the sensations she felt within her whole passage.  On and on he surged in her.  The billowing, throbbing, undulating organ worked against the walls of her vagina, tugging and pushing, slipping and sliding against her delicate intimate flesh.  Shelley’s pampered senses were propelling her to an impending, inevitable crescendo.

She could tell by his clasping, along with the increased grip of the guardians, that the moment was close.  The creature seemed to give one last lunge before beginning its convulsions.  Human sex had never been like this event, where the male pumped his sperm into her vagina.  The human penises she had known did not come close to establishing such a presence in her as this organ; it was so large and so lively.  A man’s penis issued its seed in a brief, barely discernable squirt issued haplessly into her vagina, not at all like the tremendous flow this vessel was about to deliver.  As he began to ejaculate, she could feel the semen jet and gush up the narrow tube of her cervix, directly into her womb.  On and on he pumped until she could feel her stomach swell with that precious, impregnating liquid.

Shelley threw back her head and screamed and cried in orgasm – her whole body wracked with the most intense, almost unbearable pleasure.  Combined with the overpowering effect of the pheromones, her climax lingered and extended into what amounted to a fit of pleasure that always left her weak and powerless as the mating party withdrew.

Slowly, she subsided and could feel her alien lover begin to loosen his grip on her.  She could have cried with frustration as he slowly began to withdraw his tendrils first from her bladder, then the impregnating organ and, finally and slowly, she felt the bulb being drawn from her ravaged rectum.

The guardians slowly slackened their pull on her legs until her butt gently rested back on the ground.  Now it was the male’s turn to wearily lift his body from her and make his exit.  He untied his coils from her legs and waist and braced them on the ground.  With a sticky slurp he broke his contact with Shelley’s crotch and hovered over her waist. 

Glancing up at his underside, Shelley quickly inspected the weapons just used on her.  She saw the hole from which his urethra probe emerged, she saw the still swollen anal anchor toward the back of his body and she marvelled that she had taken it.  What grabbed her attention most was his penile tube.  Still too bloated to retract all the way back into his body, the fat, tender looking appendage hung below him about the length of Shelley’s thumb and continued to drip the last remnants of his seminal solution.  He shakily rose as high as he could over her, stepped to her side, lowered himself a little and then slithered off on his tentacles in an undulating motion.  As he parted, another dose of his pheromones wafted up from his underside and her exposed crotch, lapsing her back into a nice climactic repose.

The guardians released her and withdrew.  Oblivious to them, she languished on the soft ground in the now still clearing and enjoyed her post-coital recuperation without concern.  Shelley knew she was now being watched and she would be looked after and protected from harm.  She lazily drew an arm over her chest and hugged her breasts to her as she traced small circles in her matted pubic hair with her other hand.  She rested for a few minutes before rising and walking slowly back towards her shack, the excess sperm trickling down the inside of her leg. 

At the edge of her porch she drew a pail of water from the cistern and squatted with her back against a post.  She splashed water over her sex and then scrubbed the slick residue from her hair and skin with her wet hands.  After a brisk rinse, she cupped her palm over her vulva and contemplated her role.  Life grew in her, left there not by a lover but by mysterious forest creatures.  Her womanhood was vital in this place.  Rising to her feet, she kept her hand over her sex and stared out into the forest, ‘Are they watching me?’  She was feeling weary from her ordeal.  Now she went to her bunk, drew the netting and lay in a grateful sleep.  The gestation period was around 24 hours, but the first stage would begin within about twelve. 

She had awoken a couple of times as she could feel the movement of the new life within her.  Then, she was awake, as she could feel that the time was near.  Deep within her, she could feel her body prepare itself – it seemed that something inside her was opening up, and she knew that her cervix was preparing for the passage.

Now she felt her body begin to spasm, and the sensation of the young life beginning to push its way out.  It had found its way to her cervix, and was now pushing downwards and into the narrow tube. Taking deep breaths, Shelley forced herself to relax as it forced its way into the cervical passage, and downwards.  This was the only time she would really feel any kind of pain but somehow, even the pain was pleasant as her tube was stretched to accommodate its passage.  Eventually, she could feel him emerge from her uterus into the cavity of her vagina, could feel its tendrils in there exploring and anchoring himself.

She now relaxed, with the youngster nestled in the warmth of her vagina and could feel its feeding tendril begin to push outwards.  She reached down, and pulled open the lips of her vagina to help it and, looking down there, could see the thin tendril emerge and curl round until it found what it wanted.

She could see the tendril move towards her urethra, gently but urgently push against the entrance until, with a gasp from Shelley, it penetrated her.  She lay back and let the tendril make its journey upwards until she could feel it enter her bladder and the creature begin to drink greedily from the nutrient fluid deposited there earlier by its father.

Odd, she thought, she almost felt maternal towards the little critter.  More odd still that this intricate relationship could have evolved and carry on unknown to the outside world for centuries.  And completely baffling, that this quite natural understanding could emerge between them without any communication at all.  Satisfied that the youngster was safe, secure and feeding, she fell into deep sleep.

The following morning, she arose and went about her usual morning chores – tidying up and making herself some breakfast.  She found it relatively easy to move around, even with the growing life within her vagina.

Her chores done, she sat in one of the reclining chairs on the porch.  The youngster within her was growing rapidly, helped by the nutrient it fed on within her body, and she could feel her vagina begin to distend.  It would now be about the size of a woman’s fist but would grow a bit more, before emerging into the world.

Eventually, she could feel the time was near, and began a slow walk towards the clearing.  Due to the size of the creature within her, walking was now a more delicate affair as she tried to keep her legs apart.

Reaching the clearing, she could see the male and female awaiting her – the expectant nervous parents, she thought.

Pulling up her skirt, she lay down on the vegetation, pulled up and opened her legs wide for the final stage.  Propped up on her elbows she stared down at her sex to witness the miracle of life with her mating partners.

Suddenly, she felt the movement within her increase as the youngster prepared for its birth.  The tendril slowly pulled out from her urethra, and the creature began to push outwards.  She could feel its main tendrils emerge from within her and these curled back and pressed against her skin to help it pull itself out.  Now the size of a man’s hand, the creature was stretching her almost to the point of pain.  Shelley gritted her teeth and pushed downwards to help it until, suddenly, she felt it emerge with something approaching a slurping sound.  She felt the trust and acceptance of the parents, as they required no guardians to restrain her now.  They both approached until they were between her knees, the male cupped his tendrils before her vagina to catch his offspring.

Looking down, she could see it now – the creature which had found life within her womb, she had carried and, her body at least, had nurtured.  It clung to his coils and he bore it off into the undergrowth. 

The female approached cautiously and tentatively extended a tentacle under Shelley’s thigh and around her hip.  Shelley responded to the prompt and being careful not to bump the female, threw her leg over, rolled onto her stomach and then rose to her hands and knees.  The creature wrapped a strong tendril around Shelley’s waist and deftly pulled herself up and perched upon Shelley’s rump.  The female’s tentacles braced herself on Shelley’s hips and thighs in a supportive manner, not at all like the tenuous, restraining way during implantation.  Shelley lowered her head to watch the coming event.

Arching her stinger beneath her, the female curled it behind Shelley’s butt and brought the appendage upward in contact once again with Shelley’s open, swollen vagina.  Shelley watched intently as the end of the stinger opened up in a vertical slit and broad lips spread out and enveloped her outer labia.  The strange, mouth-like orifice mounted, clasped and sucked at Shelley’s sex.  Once a firm connection was made with her pubic mound Shelley felt the inner tendril gently part her labia, opening a passage and then the female began to secrete a fluid down into Shelley’s birth canal. 

This was obviously some sort of postpartum procedure, an anaesthetic/antiseptic to heal her, prevent infection and prepare her for next month’s cycle.  Shelley never refused it, it felt like a soothing, warm douche and she saw it as a special bonding moment.  The fluid filled her vagina and then started to seep into her uterus.  Once a goodly amount of fluid was injected, the creature slowly drew it out and then slowly pushed it back in making a steady, gentle current.  Shelley watched transfixed as the coupled organs passed the fluid back and forth between their bodies, like two mouths kissing.  The fluid sloshed and gurgled as it flowed between them.  Some of it drooled out at small gaps in their contact.  The stinger’s mouth adjusted its purchase and made distinctive kissing and smacking sounds as it worked on Shelley.  With two free tentacles, the female began to gently stroke and caress Shelley.  They rolled along her sides and belly and slid up and down her back.  They delicately curled and twisted over her thighs.

Shelley remembered how the female always tenderly stroked her during implant and wondered about this strange procreative dependence as this creature tended to her sex organs that she had just lent it.  There seemed to be such care and concern in this creature.  Shelley wondered if they really cared or if they only needed her for her womb.  Were they intelligent or just highly organized?  Did they enjoy this contact or was it just instinct?  Shelley reached back with her hand and placed it over the tentacle on her thigh.  She was thrilled as the tip of the tendril curled up in the palm of her hand and then lightly caressed her wrist.  She didn’t know how long their therapy session lasted; it seemed it was always over too soon.  With one final smack and a slurp the female pulled away the stinger from her vulva and the medicinal fluid gushed out and splattered on the ground between Shelley’s knees.  She slowly eased herself down the back of Shelley’s thighs.  She hovered there a bit, examining Shelley’s sex with a swipe of a tendril, and then slowly backed into the forest.

Shelley wearily stood up and paused for a moment to let the remains of the juices run out of her vagina and down her leg.  Opening her legs in a semi-crouch, she peed, relieving herself of what was left within her and watched the remains of the deep blue liquid stream onto the forest floor.  She smoothed down her skirt and parted for home.

Her mind went back to what she had asked herself before.  She couldn’t stay here forever.  Some day, her reproductive years would come to an end.  Some day, she would have to go back home, to live in the city.  But what about her duty to these creatures, who relied on her and her body to bring forward new life – or was she perhaps thinking that, after what she had experienced, ‘normal’ sex would never be quite the same again.
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Warning: Explicit sexual content.  Distribution to minors forbidden.

Disclaimer: This following is a work of fiction intended purely for the entertainment of its reader.  Any depiction of persons living or deceased is purely coincidental.

Summary: A companion story to Ovi-Surrogate, Shelly finds she is not alone in her service to the strange, alien forest dwellers. She witnesses another young woman providing for their reproductive needs.

Keywords: mc, horror, Zoo, non-anthro, bd, best, preg, voy

Shelley was low on supplies.  She needed to go down to the village to collect her mail and pick up some essentials.  It was not too often that she left her cabin here on the outskirts of the Brazilian savannah.  She had lost all faith in humanity after her bitter divorce and now thrived on independence and trusted only her seclusion.  Nonetheless, she had needs and they necessitated a periodic trip to the village on the river.  The local people scattered sparsely about the area had a deep, superstitious fear and respect for her so she really was not too afraid to move about the region alone.  Shelley was a Bearer.

She always tucked her hair up under an old straw hat and then donned an old tattered shirt and a beat-up pair of canvas trousers.  It made her look like a little old man from a distance, no need to attract undue attention to herself, a lone female, superstitions or not.  It was a day’s round trip journey so she started out early.  She dragged her rickety two-wheeled cart from the underbrush and trudged up the path to the road.  It was a fair day and she lost herself in her thoughts as she walked.

It was about an hour into her walk when Shelley crossed the path that led down to the old woman’s house.  The old woman lived with her young granddaughter in a shack a short distance from the main road to the village.  Shelley always stopped to check on them when she passed to see if they needed anything.  She pushed her cart into the bushes and started down the path to the old woman’s house. 

About three-quarters of the way to the shack Shelley came to something hung on a bush beside the path.  It was a dress.  Shelley recognized it as one the young girl wore.  It was draped over the bush as if put there deliberately.  Shelley assumed it was hung there to dry and went on to the house.

Shelley called out when she came in sight of the shack but nothing stirred.  She walked up to the porch and found the door open.  She called again but got no response.  She stepped up onto the porch and peered into the doorway.  She could faintly hear what sounded like a rapid muttering.  She stood at the door trying to adjust her eyes to the light and then she saw her.

The old woman was kneeling on the floor in the corner of the room, rocking back and forth, clutching her rosary beads, and hastily uttering her Hail Marys.  She was obviously very upset about something.  Shelley stepped slowly into the room and approached her.  Seeing Shelley the woman frantically crawled toward her and reached out to her.  Shelley knelt in front of the woman, braced her shoulders, and tried to understand what was wrong.  Shelley did not speak much Portuguese but she could make out ‘forest’ and ‘demons’.  Shelley asked, “Maria?” trying to find out about the woman’s granddaughter and the woman just broke down crying and talking more about demons but Shelley finally picked out the term ‘Bearer’.  The girl was a Bearer!  She’d been called for her union!

Shelley hugged the poor woman and rose to her feet.  She moved toward the door and the woman clung to her legs, urgently trying to keep Shelley from going outside saying ’no’ and ‘demons’.  Shelley braced the woman’s shoulders again and pulled herself away, leaving the woman wailing on the floor. 

Stepping into the open, Shelley looked out into the forest.  The creatures were out there someplace implanting the girl.  She knew she had nothing to fear from them if she respected their seclusion.  She knew what the girl would be experiencing, rapture like human sex could never be.  She just smiled to herself and proceeded back up the path toward the road.

She reached the point where she found the dress draped over the bush and then something suddenly hit her.  Arousal.  Shelley was overwhelmed with a mysterious urge that was luring her.  She stopped and sniffed the air around her.  It was coming from the right.  She realized what it was almost immediately.  It was the pheromones they used to summon her into the forest for a mating encounter.  ‘They’, of course, were the strange alien creatures of the forest, those unearthly, octopus-like beings unknown to the civilized world that inhabited these forests.  Creatures that maintained a bestial, symbiotic relationship with local human females, the Bearers, to mate and produce their young.  The same creatures that once a month lured Shelley into the forest to implant an ovum in her uterus and then impregnate her.

Without thinking she plunged into the undergrowth, seeking out that irresistible call and the familiar delight waiting at the source.  Shelley started unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it over her shoulders almost giddy with anticipation.  She paused to reacquire the scent and then resumed her search.  The only apprehension in her was how she would be received.  These may not be her mating pair and that it wasn’t her time of the month.  Shelley didn’t care; the pull was too strong.  She started to unfasten her trousers for she sensed she was close now. 

Suddenly she heard a loud gasp followed by a lilting, young voice uttering words she could not understand.  Shelley quietly turned toward the sound and slowly crept around a bush.  There, in a clearing a few feet away was the girl, her naked skin glowed in the dim forest light.  She was already lying on her back with her legs spread and her knees up.  Shelley froze.  This was not her ritual, it was not her time, and she must not intrude.  Interference at this point would not only disturb their reproductive rites, but she could also endanger herself.  She knew the creatures were very strong and there was no telling what they might do to an interloper.

Shelley melted back into the shadows.  As afraid as she was of being detected, she was still drawn to the strong scent of the pheromones the creatures were exuding to lure and subdue the girl now in their possession.  Resolved to stay back, Shelley took up a good vantage position and used this opportunity to witness the ritual from a fresh perspective.  Shelley stood toward where the girl’s feet were pointed and slightly to one side.  The creatures must have just arrived because the procedure was just beginning.  Two of the creatures were positioned at the girl’s side, even with her chest and two more were between the girl’s feet.  In the dim light she could make out the shapes of the creatures.  They were roughly shaped like octopuses with a body about a third of a meter in diameter, six snake-like tentacles, and a smaller, special function appendage at the back of their bodies.  They had large black eyes mounted on the top front of their bodies and a smooth, clammy, leathery skin.  She could tell the males from the females by their seventh, ‘stinger’ tendril.  The female’s was larger and housed her ovum depositor and the male’s was narrower and more deft. 

The two creatures between the girl’s legs were the mating pair while the two at the girl’s sides, the guardians, were there to restrain her during the process.  Both of these creatures were males and they were just laying hold of the girl.  They anchored themselves to nearby growth with their strong tentacles and wound a tendril each around the girl’s wrists and just above her knees.  They didn’t draw her tight, she had plenty of slack to move her arms and legs, and she was bound just to control any violent thrashing.  The female creature approached the girl’s crotch, its tendrils slithered and rolled over the ground to propel her up to the girl’s pelvis, which the female heaved herself upon and settled.  The girl lifted her head to watch as the female lay herself squarely just above the pubic patch.  The female’s middle tentacles crept around the waist of the girl and the hind-most tentacles wrapped around her upper thighs.  The stinger that was arched over the female’s body curled the other way and arched downward to the girl’s sex.  As the stinger came in contact with her vulva it started to secrete a thick fluid from the tip.  The girl dropped her head and rolled it from side to side as the tendril’s tip pushed into her thick, wild, curly mat of pubic hair and started to smear it slowly up and down the slit of her labia.  Her young, pert breasts danced and jiggled in unison on her chest as she moved, her nipples and areolas hardened to sharp points.

Shelley slowly let go of her pants, which fell around her ankles and pushed her hands down into the front of her panties almost subconsciously.  She knew the delights that were in store for the girl and she was living vicariously through her as she watched.  Two of her middle fingers of one hand slipped into her vagina as two other fingers on her other hand surrounded her clitoral hood and ground slow circles.  She heard the girl cry, “Ai.  Ai, sin.  Ai, min.” and then the heavy chemical potion of pheromones released with the creature’s secretions hit her.  A sudden wave of ecstasy swept over her as the scent triggered a surprise orgasm.  The suddenness robbed Shelley of her strength and she fell to her knees.

The stinger continued its work.  It had made a patch of wet, matted hair as it slid slowly up and down.  Lips at the end of the stinger opened and a pink, finger-like probe emerged and started licking around in the dense pubic tangle as it sought out the girl’s labial slit.  Finding it, the pink inner tendril curled back and forth between the labia, parting them, and pushing the thick hair out of the way.  Once the girl’s sex was satisfactorily opened and exposed, the finger surged down, hooked into the vagina, and then twisted in a circular motion around the opening.  The girl gasped as she was entered and arched her hips upward.  The stinger centered over the speared sex and its lips stretched open in front of the afflicted girl’s vagina and then mounted the vulva.  A slight gurgle became audible as the implanted tendril charged and plundered the girls’ captured inner reaches, working its tantalizing magic in a way Shelley knew only too well.

Shelley watched the female’s stinger gyrating in all directions as it plied the entrenched ovum-depositing tendril within the girl.  She could see the lips of the obscene organ clamp and clutch greedily over the black haired vulva like a hungry mouth sucking at a breast.  Copious amounts of the creature’s lubricating fluid oozed out from between the enmeshed organs and drooled over the girl’s butt and onto the mossy ground. 

Shelley’s panties were becoming a nuisance to her and they had to go.  She pushed them to her knees and then rocked from side to side to get them past her knees before shoving them to her ankles.  She fell back onto her haunches spreading her knees wide before plunging her fingers back between her swollen, pouting labia.  She tried to push her fingers as deep as possible into her vagina to duplicate the sensations she knew the girl would be feeling.  She inhaled deeply trying to gather as much of the narcotic aroma as possible as she twiddled her clitoris faster.  She wanted to join with the pair before her and share in the rapture and the mystic ritual.

The girl started issuing long protracted gasps and the female’s stinger froze in a rigid arch.  Shelley knew that the female’s tube-like tendril was now fully lodged in the girl and was pressed firmly against her uterus.  The girl took a deep breath and held it, which Shelley understood immediately to be the implantation.  Sufficiently prepared, the girl was having the creature’s egg slowly pushed into her womb.  Shelley herself became still in empathy for this crucial moment. 

The girl let out a steady, soft moan signaling that the female’s tiny inner tendril was delving up into her cervix to ensure proper placement of the egg.  Obviously assured that everything was as it should be, the stinger began twisting and bending around between the girl’s thighs and more fluid spilled out over her crotch.  The female was preparing the girl for the male’s mount.  The girl uttered a sigh as the tendril slowly withdrew from her vagina.  Shelley could see a bulge moving up the underside of the stinger as the tendril was extracted.  With a wet plop the stinger pulled free of the ravaged mons and then started dobbing the girl’s entire pubic area, slathering gooey doses of the fluid over the girl’s thick, dark hair, making the perfect environment for the male to apply himself to the ripened surrogate.  The female uncoiled her young captive and lifted herself on her tentacles above the girl’s messy pubis, her stinger still smearing and rubbing the matted locks.  She stepped over the girl, arched her stinger tendril under her body, and then slithered off into the bushes.

The atmosphere was now saturated with the heady pheromones and before Shelley could even coordinate her efforts, a tremendous climax seized her and wracked her body in convulsions.  Every muscle in Shelley’s body tensed as she responded to the signals triggered in her brain.  Shelley gratefully accepted nature’s reward for reproductive receptivity as every nerve she possessed was treated to its absolute full capacity of pleasure.  The orgasm hammered on her, like some tremendous leach it sucked the strength from her.  Shelley felt like she had swam twenty miles and thrust herself on some soft warm beach with the last ounce of energy she had.  She fell forward and collapsed balled up in a heap on the ground.  Her head still turned to the scene in the clearing.   

The two attending creatures had brought the helpless girl into position for the male to inseminate.  They had pulled her knees up toward her chest so that her anus was now away from the ground and her vagina pointed skyward.  Her brown labia puffed outward amidst her wet pubic tangle in an open invitation.  The male was about to mount her.  His leading tentacles lay over the girl’s crotch and crossed under her back.  He lifted himself on his hind tentacles as centre tentacles hooked over her thighs.  He pulled himself up onto her and began to bend himself to mold to her exposed crotch.  Once in position he wasted no time in binding himself to her with his rope-like tendrils encircling her hips and thighs.  She was his now.  His tail tendril coiled and twisted beneath him between her butt cheeks, spreading the slick wetness from her matted pubes, lubricating its entire length.  It was groping for her anus, looking for the hole through which he could plant his tail to anchor himself to her for his rigorous insemination enterprise.  The tip whipped up and down her crack searching for her puckered anal cavity.  He found it and the tip slithered over the accumulated fluid and then began to worm its way in.  The girl squealed as the tip entered her.  The remainder of the tail aligned itself in a straight arch and slid into her in a gradual movement.  Shelley knew from experience that it was coiling inside her rectum and using the tight ring of her anus as leverage to pull itself in.  The girl squealed louder as the tail thickness successively increased.  The thickness grew closer toward the base until it became narrower right at the base.  The tail disappeared into the girl’s butt right up to its thickest part and then it sank into her in a rush that the girl audibly hailed.  The tail was massing itself just inside her rectum to make a secure plug that held him in place. 

Thus secured, he began to undulate and heave his body against her to maneuver himself into the right position to implant his other tendrils.  Their bodies plopped and smacked amidst their slimy bond.  Shelley admired the secure embrace their bodies made.  This lump-like being was fastened to this tender, lithe young girl’s crotch so steadfastly that she could have easily risen and walked about while he passed his seed to her.  Vines didn’t cling to trees as implacably, impregnation was so obviously his goal, and he would not relinquish her until he had accomplished it.  Shelley wondered if any creature in nature were so well suited to cling to a woman’s sex as this and what a mystery procreation was.  If not for the differences in color, they could almost be mistaken for the same being. 

The girl excitedly exclaimed a long utterance too fast and intricate for Shelley to decipher.  Knowing the procedure intimately, Shelley surmised he was working his tiny tendril up the girl’s urethra to plant in there the nutrient that his young would need before delivery.  It was an indescribable sensation.  Shelley only very slowly became accustomed to it herself.  Once used to it, Shelley relished it.  She liked the narrow filament gently entering her and reaching into her bladder, she liked the feeling as he drank from her bladder, she liked the feeling of him filling her with the nursing fluid, but what she liked most was the gentle tugging the small tendril made against her as the male drove his member into her vagina.  Just recalling these sensations stirred fresh longings in her.  She raised herself up onto her knees but kept her head resting on the ground.  Her arms were still beneath her from when she collapsed and she lifted her hands in search of her sex.  Plunging two fingers back into her abandoned vagina, welcoming the deep presence, she watched the impregnation of the young surrogate before her.

The girl was still now, her eyes closed, her head thrown back and her lips drawn into a broad smile of delight.  He was entering her; there was no mistaking it.  As Shelley made long deep strokes she knew he was extending his magnificently articulate penis from his body into the girl’s.  Shelley could almost feel it herself, that talented appendage that so completely filled her feminine cavity and moved itself in so many delightful ways, stimulating her like no human penis could until it literally pumped its huge ejaculate directly into her womb.  She could hear the gurgling noise as the penile implant delved and groped within.  The girl began to moan rhythmically in response to the gentle ministrations she was being treated to deep beneath their entwined bodies.  Shelley so much wished she were part of this, that she were there having that wonderful organ charming her from within, or at least to hold the girl in her arms as she enjoyed his sex.

Almost completely soundless, a mass suddenly obscured Shelley’s view and before she could reason what it was a tentacle encircled her neck while another wrapped around her body just below her chest, pinning her arms to her body.  The tentacle around her throat drew tight seizing her breath and fear quickly replaced her lust.  The blood flow from her head backed up and she could feel her pulse beat heavily in her lips and everything started to get dark.  This would be her end, she thought.  She had chanced an intrusion for curiosity’s sake and now she would pay the cost.  She felt the creature’s tendrils travelling over her body.  They groped around her upturned rump and then ventured between her thighs.  Suddenly the tentacle around her throat released her.  As the blood drained from her head her vision returned and she could see the rounded mass of the creature at her side.  It was a male and not quite as large as the others were.  His attention was now focused on Shelley’s sex.  His body glided along the ground and over her calf as he moved behind her.  His tentacles slithered in a coordinated effort about her crotch, they crowded between her thighs as the tips prodded and swiped over her puffy labia.  Shelley pulled her hands away and spread her knees wide not wishing to be resistant to the creature’s attentions in any way.

The creature climbed up her thigh and rested itself on her butt.  Shelley’s mind raced; did he suddenly identify her as a Bearer?  Was he stayed by curiosity?  Did he sense her state of arousal and deem her harmless?  And then her reawakened lust asked, ‘Was he going to have sex with me?’  She raised herself up on her hands.  The creature was faced toward her rear and as his hind-most tendrils circled her hips he began to ease upside down over her backside toward her pubis.  Shelley felt his small inner tendril, the one it used to penetrate urethras, dart between her labia.  One particular thrust found her vagina and it swirled around in her.  Shelley wondered if he was discerning her menstrual state or just her arousal.  His body slowly crept around her crotch, his tendrils reaching over her hips and thighs for support.  He hung between Shelley’s thighs, directly under her sex.  She felt his stinger start to slither and curl around her anus and she knew he was mounting her for intercourse.

Shelley felt relieved not only for her life but also for her desire.  This was just what she had been longing for.  The tip of his tail tried to push its way into her sphincter but met resistance.  The tail then swept between their bodies where it collected some kind of secretion from somewhere on his body and then it returned to her sphincter to try again.  It slipped in, found purchase within her tight ring and then pulled itself in.  Shelley tried to relax as she felt his ever-increasing girth gain her rectum.  Just as it was getting painful, it reached the lump close to its base, which squeezed in abruptly.  He had securely planted his anchor and Shelley closed her eyes in anticipation of coital bliss.  She could feel his penis emerging against her vulva but he was not aligned with her vagina.  She wanted to feel him in her so much and she was tempted to reach in and help him as his supple organ began to grope blindly for her sexual orifice.  After several trips sliding up and down between her labia he found her eager opening and with a slight adjustment of his position he took her prize. 

Shelley almost screamed out in joy as she felt the talented organ penetrate her.  He surged inward a little bit at a time, pausing as the tip felt around her depths before advancing again.  He plunged deeper and deeper, finally crowding up against the end of her vagina.  With nowhere else to go, the tip groped every corner of her most private recesses.  Her mind was reeling at his deft touch and broad capabilities.

Shelley could hear the moans of the young girl before her rising up in pitch and volume.  She opened her eyes to see the girl tossing her head from side to side as the bulge between her legs heaved and pulsated.  The rounded lump clamped to the girl’s crotch swelled outward and then his whole body froze.  The girl’s hips ground and twisted frantically and Shelly could hear a sporadic, muffled gurgle that sounded the male’s ejaculation.  The girl’s body quaked, she strained, and pulled at the tendrils that bound her as her orgasm burst up to meet his.  Shelley knew he was pouring a tremendous seminal flow deep into her, gushing and squirting it directly into her uterus.  Exactly what Shelley would be getting very soon.

She closed her eyes again and concentrated on her own encounter.  The delving implant inside her had thoroughly explored its new environment and was now feeling about her cervix, finding its size, shape, and position.  The tip of his penis opened up to engulf her cervix in a procreative kiss.  Once fixed to its target, the whole organ began to swell outward to securely occupy all affordable slack in Shelley’s vagina.  She was absolutely stuffed full of penis and she thrilled at the knowledge that the best was yet to come.  Starting at the base, the organ began to throb and pulsate without sliding in or out.  It undulated within her like a big wave that moved up and down her distended canal.  Shelley was ecstatic.  This was the part she loved the most.

Suddenly she felt more tentacles moving lightly around her thighs.  Dropping her head and opening her eyes she could see another creature approaching her from behind.  It was one of the guardians that were restraining the girl.  His tentacles glided over her and the other male, closely examining their bond.  It too climbed up Shelley’s thigh and rested upon her butt.  In an agitated state its hind tentacles probed over the other male’s entrenched tail and as much of her as they could reach.  Shelley was worried he might try to break up the union when she felt him wrap tentacles around her waist and then lower himself tail first down her butt.  His other tendrils embraced her thighs and the other male, seeking out any grip they could find.  Shelley then felt his wet penis emerge and then press into what gap there was between her and the engaged male.  In an obviously high state of arousal, his penis probed futilely around the other male’s penis desperately trying to find access.  With no chance of entry he made best use of what opportunity presented him.  His tender appendage reached into the gap between her and the male who was presently servicing her.  His slick, soft organ extended further.  It slithered through her pubic hair and to her skin beyond.  Apparently satisfied with this, she felt his organ swell and start its undulations.  Unbound by the confines of a vagina it twisted from side to side against her pubic mound, tangling itself in her hairs while its lip-like tip mouthed around below her navel in a vain search for a cervix to clasp.  The bodies and organs of the trio made a lewd chorus of plops, slurps, and smacks in the otherwise still setting. 

Shelley delighted to be the centre of so much sexual desire.  Two sex crazed alien beings now clung to her crotch and frantically plied their penises to her sex in a headlong rush for relief.  Her own climax was rapidly advancing upon her and she focused herself on the two organs working against her.  She tensed herself in anticipation of the orgasm building in her.  The billowing and surging member lodged in her vagina pleasured her to the brink; the slightest sensation would push her over.  The male hanging below her was about to deliver that sensation.  He had worked himself to the pinnacle of his own limits.  With a firm throb at the point of his deepest extent in her, his body got rigid and then he issued.  A gush of his thick seed pulsed through his implanted tube and directly into Shelley’s uterus.  Another followed and then another.  Shelley felt the swelling as the flow filled her womb.  The creature’s inseminating tendril lost its grip on her cervix and still he continued to pump it into her, spewing wildly out of control.  It put Shelley over the top as a mighty climax tore through her core.  Wave after wave of sublime joy assaulted her body.  It was all she could do to keep from collapsing to the ground again.  The tremendous deposit pouring into her overflowed her congested vagina, drained past the creature’s rooted penis, spilled over his sides, and ran down her thighs. 

As Shelley was relishing her afterglow she felt the creature’s penis shrink and start to retract, he pulled his stinger from her anus but he could not withdraw.  He was still caught within the grasp of the other male whose tendrils encased them both.  The other male was quickly reaching his crisis as she could feel the undulations of his bloated member reaching an extreme pace.  Then it happened, she felt the first gush blast toward her navel.  The second came and a torrent spilled out between the intertwined tentacles and splattered on the ground.  More and more spewed forth until he too was spent and hung exhausted from Shelley’s sopping torso.  Slowly they both uncoiled their tendrils and gently lowered themselves to the ground.  Shelley watched them as their wet, shining bodies parted from hers, thick globs and strings of their semen dripped from her used body. 

All the area was peace as they slithered into the bushes.  Then another tentacle wrapped around her leg.  The other guardian came forward to take his turn.  She did not know what was compelling them whether they were affected by the pheromones, if they were attracted to something she herself exuded, or if they were just opportunists.  Shelley felt too tired to bring on another orgasm herself but she was perfectly capable and willing to help him to his.  He pulled himself on to her butt the way that the first male had and then slid himself under her in the same manner.  This male was bigger and she had to push her knees further apart to accommodate him.  He found her in a perfect state of readiness as her entire groin was slathered in viscous fluid.  His tentacles slowly enveloped her, finding the most comfortable grip for himself.  His fore most limbs crossed behind Shelley’s back and hooked over her shoulders, his hind most limbs looped over her butt and rested on her spine. 

Her rectum was lubricated and waiting for his access.  He made an easy entry into her anus and slid his anchoring tendril in her up to the hilt.  He knotted the tail firmly inside her.  Unlike the small creature that had taken her earlier, he slowly worked his small front tendril into her urethra.  Shelley thought that he must realize there was to be no impregnation and no need to place nutrient in her for his offspring, he was using it for leverage.  Once set Shelley felt his penis poking into her ravaged labia and search for her entrance.  He found it and entered her slowly, displacing his fellow’s dregs as he advanced.  She appreciated his easy pace and vowed to give him an enjoyable union.  He was plying his way into her and reaching for her womb when Shelly raised her head and saw two feet standing before her. 

It was the girl, Maria.  Maria knelt before her and Shelley looked up to see a young face smiling warmly at her.  The girl’s arms surrounded Shelley’s head and shoulders and pulled her close to embrace.  Shelley rested her cheek against Maria’s breast and wrapped an arm around her to return the embrace.  As the male’s penis found her depths and coupled with her cervix, Shelley felt a glow of warmth and tenderness fill her for the first time in over a year.  The tendril within her was swelling to establish itself within her vagina and then the pheromones from Maria’s wet pubes wafted up into Shelley’s head.  The effect was immediate as her libido suddenly inflated to full strength.

The penile tendril planted deep within her began its secluded dance.  Swells and bulges rose, rolled and faded through the entire length of the talented organ as every tendril the creature had inserted in or wrapped around Shelley began to tug and heave his small body against hers.  She absorbed the richly orchestrated sensations as her revived but weak body built up the momentum that would send her crashing into another orgasm.  She started rocking slowly in time to his tugging while a light plopping noise of his underside against her crotch punctuated his effort.  His undulations within her restricted canal were driving her to a fit of release; it wouldn’t be much longer for her.  She inhaled again deeply and with the fresh narcotic rush she was delivered.  She wailed out loud as convulsions from another mighty climax pounded her weary frame.  Maria held on to her and kissed her head until her alarm had subsided. 

The creature continued his assault unabated.  His own build up continued at its slow, determined pace.  Shelley courageously maintained her position though it was taking every last bit of energy she still had.  Her thighs quivered under the strain and she clung to Maria to help hold her up.  A gurgling noise from inside of her and a now very audible smacking sound indicated the male was about to ejaculate.  With one final surge, his body froze and then the great deluge of his sperm was released inside Shelley.  It squirted from his tightly docked organ directly into her womb, mixing with the pool already there.  Then another gush passed from him into her, inflating her uterus.  A third mighty flow sprayed out of the loosened grasp his organ had on her cervix.  Squirt after squirt followed, spitting his semen into the back of her vagina until at last his full measure was deposited. 

All three beings were still and silent.  The creature was the first to move.  He uncoiled his stinger inside Shelley’s rectum and pulled it out in a steady movement.  The tendril in her urethra came next and lastly he pulled his penile organ from her by loosening his tentacles and gently dropping away from her.  His organ detached with a plop and a sizable portion of his remains dribbled out behind it.  He wasted no time in parting gestures but merely crawled between her knees and disappeared into the jungle. 

Shelley could finally relax and she dropped to the ground like a wet rag.  Maria cradled Shelley’s head on her lap and began humming some song.  Shelley enjoyed her afterglow and tried to recover from her exertion.  She was becoming aware of a kinship she now felt with Maria.  It was not just the post-coital tranquility that they were both feeling but the nature of their lives as Bearers too.  Shelley felt a relief in having someone to share her dark secret with and she knew Maria was feeling the same way.  They remained on the ground like that for quite some time, neither speaking, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

The sun was climbing high in the sky and they both stirred to forsake their rest.  They shakily rose to their feet and as she stood, Shelley’s sex disgorged its contents in a thick gush that ran down her legs.  Shelley tried in vain to dam the flow with her fingers and as she did she looked up at Maria.  They were both sticky messes from navel to ankles.  When they paused to look at each other’s state they laughed. 

Maria bent down to retrieve Shelley’s hat and Shelley hoisted up her trousers and fastened them with trembling fingers.  She pulled her shirt back up onto her shoulders and the pair wove their way back to the trail arm in arm.  Maria found her dress and as she pulled it over her head and drew it down Shelley reached out and put her hand over Maria’s tummy, where new life now grew.  Maria placed her hand on top of Shelley’s and they just smiled at each other.  They parted after a kiss on each other’s cheek and Shelley watched as the girl disappeared down the trail, admiring her stoic fortitude. 

Today was a loss, it was too late, and she felt too tired and messy to go to the village.  Getting home was her only ambition now.  She wondered about coming back tomorrow to be with Maria for the creature’s birth.  For the first time since she came to this place she did not feel so alone. 
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