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h2. Heading Home
Poor Zekrom, despite his best efforts, his rescue attempt has ended about as badly as it possibly could. Now trapped both physically and menatlly, all he can do is stew in his failings as Reshiram only becomes more enamoured with her new sister, excited for mommy to take them both home together.
So, fun fact, I didn't intend for this to be a sissy image, I just wanted Zekrom to leave in a stroller and left the details up to nappywolf (their upload "here":https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61402796/ ), but I'm still more than happy with how it turned out. Reshiram already trying to show her sibling affection for the newly adopted Zekrom is just such a good dynamic. And again, I love that diaper design (you can see it in more detail "here":https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61259218/ ).
[section=Story by Unknown]âHere she is~!â
Zekrom let out a feeble, unintelligible mumble as he was rolled out into the lobby, dizzy and unfocused as the bright walls of the daycare passed by. He could barely even think, let alone process what greeted him after the hours and hours of intensive âtrainingâ heâd been subjected to. In truth, he didnât want to think, he just wanted to lie back and enjoy his soft, comfy outfit like the echoes in his head kept telling him to, to just ignore his lingering feelings of anger and failure and simply accept that he was now a pretty sissy, and how good that felt. His eyes stung with tears of vague, all consuming shame at both his current state, and his greater failure in rescuing Reshiram, now consigned to the humiliating confines of an overly frilly dress and a noticeably wet diaper.
Heâd been changed multiple times during the process, he knew that much, even if most of the day now blended into a blurry nebulous mess of humiliation and intense reeducation. The copious amounts of so-called âsissy formulaâ they had forcefully made him down had filled his bladder like nothing he had ever seen, ensuring that the poor dragon couldnât fight the entirely natural need to fill his now mandatory diapers. Between the unbearable pressure and the mind mulching techniques heâd been drowned in, the proud legendary had easily folded to his captors' wishes, trembling and whimpering each and every time his resolve came to naught and the pillowy mockery around his waist warmed and filled. Each time his feebly squirming form had been casually carried over to the changing table, he felt that small bit more appreciative to his tormentors, his subconscious slowly turned against him with each passing hour. It had all been like that, simple acts and treatments that he would have previously thought himself impervious too, only to find himself easily brought low by basic babying.
He was still reeling from the last echoes of his training, his unrestrained pining to be freed of the uncomfortable, dignity eviscerating soggy diaper tearing up his last shreds of willpower to be blown away, the mocking and teasing from his captors unbearable for his poor tender mind and desperate, aching clitty as they groped and squeezed his flooded padding to rub in his swift fall from grace. Theyâd stalled and protracted their performative consideration of the garment for Arceus knows how long, forcing him to keep staring at the obviously hypnotic cartoon theyâd put on for him, the saccharine colors and songs drilling into his head as they distracted and riled him up with gropes and invasive caresses, before finally declaring that the diaper could hold up for a few more hours, long enough for him to get home.
Then they had promptly broken down into condescending giggles over how he was probably so confused by the idea, but in all honesty, Zekrom was incapable of even processing anything that wasnât strictly evident. He was so tired, all the non stop humping, bouncing, crawling, and teasing having worked like a charm, exhausting his defenses as his very being had been raked over the coals of infantilization and feminization. They had rubbed his mind and body raw, overstimulating him to ensure that their brainwashing sank its hooks deep into his subconscious, he wasnât supposed to be capable of rational thought, and that was probably why they had looked so delighted when he had only feebly grumbled in confusion, whining in discomfort and desperation as theyâd strapped him into the stroller, giving him one last nice long look at himself in the lovely mirror. The image that stared back was pathetic, the frills and bows of the dress looking even more at home now that his posture and muscle tension had been kneaded out of him, his face having gone from ferocious embarrassment and offense, to that of a half-lidded, groggy, crestfallen infant that had just finished being punished for something they knew theyâd done wrong. Worst of all, the imperceptible, all consuming voice in his head insisted that he looked so pretty, so adorable, that he wanted to stay like this, to be like Reshiram, and Zekrom hadnât been able to deny it, his cloudy, entranced eyes drinking it in as his caged cock, his âclittyâ as theyâd insisted it was now called, throbbed at the sight.
It was easier not to think about anything complicated, like how deep down he knew that this was all wrong. The only things swirling through his head right now were fragments of hypnotic commands and conditioning, any attempt to consider his situation just led to him contemplating his failures and what theyâd reduced him to. Between that and simply enjoying how soft and comfy the dress and diaper felt, enjoying the constant praise and attention no matter the cause or reason, it was impossible to maintain his resolve to keep it up. As they rolled him through the halls, he had been content to let the various colors and shapes that passed remain just that, not letting any further details enter his brain to intensify his feelings of shame.
And yet, despite all of that, Zekrom immediately recognized Reshiramâs excited squeal as he was pushed into the room.
He couldnât stop himself from looking at her, not after they had enslaved him to his impulses, destroying his self control with the crushing reality that it was pointless to resist. Reshiram beamed at him, looking much the same as she had the last time he had seen her, the dress, the diaper, the collar, the clear look of entranced naivety in her eyes, even her pacifier was back in her mouth, and of course, she was still on the floor, as if walking upright was beyond her. The only thing different from their first meeting was the child harness now strapped over the dress, with the attached leash held by the new pokemon that stood beside her.
As he stared at the idol that heâd been pushed to put on a pedestal of sorts, Zekrom felt the pining in his head intensify. She was so happy, so carefree, so loved, there was nothing wrong with wanting that, surelyâŠ
Despite his cultivated preoccupation and lack of energy, Zekrom couldnât help but let his gaze follow as Reshiram turned to look at her handler, barely containing her excitement as she gave them a bouncing, questioning stare.
The nidoqueen laughed, reaching down to stroke Reshiramâs head much to the white dragonâs joy. âSurprise sweetheart, your friend here is going to be coming home with us. Do you know what that means?â
âShiwster!â Reshiram eagerly shouted through her pacifier, starting to bounce in place as her face lit up in a manner Zekrom had never seen before.
âThatâs right! Sheâs gonna be your little sister!â The nidoqueen cheered alongside her. âI know, itâs very exciting isnât it? But sheâs going to require a lot of mommy and daddyâs attention, just like you did. Are you gonna be a good girl and help take care of her?â
âMm-hm!â Reshiram eagerly agreed with a frantic nod of her head, causing the nidoqueen to chuckle as she patted the dragonâs head.
âWonderful! With your help, sheâll be a precious little princess in no time, just like you! Then youâll always have a playmate to have fun with!â
Reshiram cheered and gargled through the pacifier, watching the poison-type in a sort of awe as the nidoqueen stepped up to Zekrom, leaning in to smile directly at him.
âHello cutie! Iâm gonna be your new mommy~, isnât that great?â She reached a hand forward to rub his chest, dragging out a procession of exhausted moans and whines as Zekromâs body relaxed, unable to deny the attention and affection, or how good they made him feel. âAw, is someone feeling sleepy? Itâs okay, you can take a nap on the way home.â She gently took hold of his chin, forcing the emasculated dragon to look her in the eyes as his own drooping, tear coated lids silently pleaded with her. âOh yes, they definitely put you through the wringer, didnât they? I think it took a week before Reshiram looked at me like that, all that practice must have taught them how to handle problem children like you, huh?â
âIndeed.â Zekrom shivered as a hauntingly familiar, icy voice filled the room. The gardevoir from his capture stepped up beside him again, still eyeing him with contempt, though he could swear the slightest twinge of a smile slipped through her facade. âReshiram has provided us with an invaluable opportunity to improve and optimize our training methods. We were particularly hard on her today in light of her initial misdeeds, so she might not be very animated tonight, but rest assured sheâll be much more energetic when you come and get her tomorrow evening. While Reshiramâs training took months, this troublemaker should only need a couple weeks now that we have more insight as to how to break a haughty dragon like her.â
âHonestly Iâm a bit saddened by that. Watching Reshi try and resist was so much fun!â The nidoqueen lamented as she continued to stroke Zekrom, releasing his chin so she could caress the side of his face. âThis poor sissy looks like sheâs already buckled.â
âThe more intensive parts of the trance should fade by morning, youâll get to watch her struggle, I assure you.â The gardevoir dismissed the concern before turning her piercing eyes to the squirming Zekrom. âAs for you, you are a very lucky baby, we werenât sure what we were going to do with you at the end of the day, so you had better be very thankful that Reshiâs mommy was willing and generous enough to adopt another hatchling, not many of our patrons would be willing to take such a burden with so little notice. Speaking of which maâam, I must insist you come to the front desk to finish the paperwork.â
âOf course, of course.â The nidoqueen agreed with a small sigh, leaning in to nuzzle Zekrom before stepping back. âThis will only take a few minutes, I promise. Reshi, can you keep your baby sister company while mommy deals with grown up stuff?â
Zekrom was unable to stop himself from preening as the nidoqueen removed her hands from his body, the cage beneath his diaper throbbing in protest. He stared at her as she stepped away to the reception desk with the gardevoir, Reshiramâs leash still in hand. It was only a sudden jostle of the stroller that halted his quiet begging, quickly looking down to discover that Reshiram had vaulted herself up, holding on the edge of the seat as she stared up at him.
Finally faced with the chosen role model heâd been given once again, Zekrom was still very much off put and offended at what had been done to her, but his entranced thoughts couldnât help but also be jealous, to the despair and revulsion of his few remaining pockets of resistance. She looked so⊠adorable, so happy, so content, so excited to see him.
âŠyou can be just like herâŠ
The lasting trance embraced his traitorous thoughts, encouraging them, magnifying them as it slowly worked away at tinting the memories of his training rosy hues. All that attention, that humiliation, steadily being overwritten by a sense of longing, belonging even. Being held, being fed, being played with, teased, edged, mocked, even if by force, it was all just expressions of love and adoration for a helpless little sissy hatchling like him. Even the discipline and punishment was doled out for his sake, helping to ensure he stayed on the proper path to obedient, blissful infancy.
He was trying his best to fight it, but his best didnât amout to much right now, and as Reshiram stared up at him excitedly, expectantly, the sudden prospect of disappointing her by fleeing just became another tool to be used against him, no matter how irrational it was. It was only compounded as the white dragon began to playfully paw at his waterlogged diaper, making him squirm as she eagerly took up her given task of occupying him, ensuring that he had no chance to gather his thoughts.
Reshiramâs careless investigation of his padding lasted a few minutes, the white dragon delighting in every sound and squirm she provoked, before eventually she decided to make her affection for him all the more clear. The feeling of Reshiram pressing her snout into his crotch was too much for the already overstimulated Zekrom to bear, shuddering in morbid ecstasy as his frayed instincts continued their revolt against him. Reshiram nestled in further, making his struggles louder as she pressed in just the right spot to jostle his cage, the tip of her snout pushing around the compact package, sending Zekrom into a fit as his denial was again rubbed in his face. She knew what she was doing, somewhere in her mind, there was a sort of twisted pleasure in finally getting to dole out the teasing sheâd herself had been victim to. He could hear her giggling to herself as she did it, the slight amount of mischief she was allowed pushing her to appreciate the scandalous achievement of getting to play with his âclittyâ almost directly.
Zekromâs eyes rolled up into his head as Reshiram continued, surrendering himself to simply bask in the pleasure and comfort, trying to ignore the indignity for now until he could actually think. A sigh of adoration reached his ears, coming from the nidoqueen as she looked over from the paperwork she was filling out to proudly observe the two blushing legendary pokemon that either were, or would soon be, hers.
The woman said nothing, leaving the two dragons to get reacquainted now that they were both relegated to their proper roles, blushing and squirming as a chorus of horny mumbles and longing gasps developed between them..
Time lost meaning to Zekrom as the trance took over, Reshiram refusing to stop as she only seemed to grow more enamoured with her little sister to be. The memory of how sheâd mounted him and shown him his place, horny and helpless beneath another sissy just like him, swam through his head, the frustration and fear of the event slowly being eclipsed by how much his sealed cock throbbed at the recollection, being dominated and restrained in preparation for his new life⊠it made his head spin with all the emotions associated, further pushing him to let it all go and let the grip of hypnotic suggestion take over. The feedback loop that had been set up in his head was sending him into a mental death spiral of pink hues, satin frills, and submissive obedience, quietly but firmly pushing him to let go of the idea that he had ever been either male, or some big strong legendary. He was just a sissy baby, just like Reshiram, just as he was always meant to be.
â-of course, her key will be staying with us. Itâs already been transferred to a secure location, and in the unlikely situation that you have any use for it, youâll need to go through the proper channels for us to retrieve it.â
The gardevoir was giving⊠mommy? Was that what she had called herself? Zekrom couldnât be bothered to think on it any further, and that sounded right anyway. The gardevoir was explaining something that Zekrom could only assume was about him, something that made his subconscious shiver deep down.
âI have to explain this again per policy, but Iâm sure I donât need to tell you that any attempt to otherwise remove the cage is ill advised? The alloy is remarkably sturdy, and any attempt to slip it off with lubrication will only make it tighten, which will likely make her very unhappy for a few hours.â
âOf course, of course, clitties stay where they belong. I would never dream of letting my little sissies do anything so revolting.â Mommy agreed with a laugh like some child had insisted sugar was good for them. âThey stay locked up nice and tight, huffy and fussy like little hatchlings should.â
âGood. Now, hereâs the control for her collar, itâs identical to the one you have for Reshiram. This button is pleasure, this is punishment, and this is to make her go limp. Weâve already loaded up an additional set of basic supplies for her into the back of your van. Pacifiers, bottles, outfits, everything, plus a fresh stock of diapers to help handle two little potty challenged hatchlings. Additional furniture should be delivered to your home within the next few hours.â
âOh, why thank you. Believe me, I remember how many diapers we went through while diaper training Reshiram, Iâll need at least a few dozen cases for Zekrom here! As for the rest, Iâve already messaged my husband to start rearranging things for the new arrival. Really, I donât know what I would do without you all.â
âIâm sure beyond the initial delivery you and your husband are more than capable of handling these two.â
âYouâre too kind!â Mommy declared with an innocent giggle. âI assume the car seat has already been installed?â
âOf course, and weâll have a few workers out to help you both get your little ones wrangled, and fold up the stroller. It is yours to keep after all.â
âLook at you guys, already prepared for everything! Will that be all?â
âIf you have no further concerns, yes. You should already have access to our full library of hypnotic programming, apply it however you wish. I need to go file this paperwork, but Iâll leave you with this.â
Zekrom wasnât exactly absorbing what he heard, still content to lay limp and warm as Reshiram made him feel welcome to his new life, but he certainly noticed when mommy suddenly spun around, holding a cutesy, brightly colored, framed piece of paper to his face. The poor dragon was much too far gone to read what it said, but the arrangement of multicolored letters still signaled to him that it was a certificate of some sort.
âCongratulations sweetie! You now officially belong to mommy!â She smiled widely and warmly as she pet Zekromâs chest again, making the already overwhelmed dragon trill with tired delight before she pulled back again, this time pulling Reshiram away with her, much to the dismay of the two hopelessly huffy hatchlings. âThat means itâs time to take you back home! Nice and safe with mommy forever! Unless you have any objections of course?â
Mommy cocked her head innocently, her false sense of fairness doing its job to sooth Zekromâs easily manipulated feelings while the trance ensured he would offer nothing. âHm hm hm! I didnât think so~! Come along, Reshi, letâs get you both buckled up!â
Zekrom couldnât even attempt to suppress the needy whimpers he made as Reshiram was pulled away. He just wanted to feel good after all the nasty stuff heâd been through, was that too much to ask? The answer was of course yes, a hatchling needed to let the responsible adults moderate and control their needs, but it still made for an adorably grumpy sissy as their needs went unfulfilled.
Reshiram didnât seem too happy either, though despite her pouting, the crawling dragon obediently followed behind mommy after a single tug to her harness. The two of them slipped out of sight from Zekromâs limp, reclining head as mommy took hold of the stroller, wheeling him towards the door and out of this nightmare into a whole new unknown fate that he remained powerless to stop. He had arrived as a noble liberator, but he would leave as nothing more than this placeâs newest victim, his name written beside the rest like any other, not special, not important, just another silly sissy in need of a home.
Zekrom squirmed with what little strength he had left as he was pushed out into the orange tinted light of the evening sun, implicitly aware of how exposed he now was even if he didnât consciously realize it. Somewhere, deep in the depths of his strung up psyche, a faint blip of hope appeared, a thought that if someone saw this, saw him, that escape was still possible. But that same recess of his thoughts quickly realized that an operation like this wouldnât be so sloppy, a simple illusion would be enough to disguise what was happening, if there was even anyone around this area at this hour.
His faint, momentary spot of light now dashed, Zekrom sank that last little bit further into the seat. Even when the car he was rolled beside had its doors popped open, and his harness was released, all he could think about was how incredible the many firm hands that grabbed him felt against his sensitive skin, squeezing and manhandling him in ways that filled his blissed out head with fireworks.
By the time everything came back into blurry focus again, he was already seated down and being buckled back in, this time even more securely. The five point buckle over his chest ensured his back was pressed firmly to the car seat that had been prepared especially for him, but his arms and legs were now held similarly firm, locked to their respective rests as his head was cradled in a perfectly shaped crevice to hold it still. He was now completely immobile, unable to move even a fraction of an inch, unable to cause mommy any trouble on the drive even if he had possessed any chance of breaking through the layers of brainwashing he was buried under.
âOh, arenât you two just the most precious things in the world!â Mommy gushed as she stood at Zekromâs side, looking over the back seat at the two legendary dragons that were now her helpless playthings.
Reshiram was in an identical situation, the relatively precarious act of driving home warranting more security to ensure no misguided naughty sissies tried to get away. The equal treatment tickled Zekromâs brain, assuring him further that he was, and should be, just like his âolder sisterâ, no struggles, no arguments, no heavy drugs or extra restraints, just an obedient, submissive sissy who would never dare to get themselves in trouble, not even when a chance at freedom shone in front of them. Tired and entranced as he was, mentally he was practically tumbling over himself to resolve to do better, to be better, to make them love him as much as they loved Reshiram, but deep inside, his shaken subconscious still held out, refusing to fall, to simply get on his knees and beg for more. As bad as the situation was, somewhere in there he dared to hope for escape, even if that same hope was what led to him feeling so small and powerless in the face of unrelenting, caustic âcareâ and âaffectionâ, too exhausted to even try and push away the stern impulses that chided him for thinking such naughty things.
Mommy made one last check of them both, giggling at the noises the two baby girls made as she pet their heads while checking the straps. One set sounded pathetically feeble and desperate, while the other was upbeat and excited to get going.
As the doors slammed shut, Zekrom felt that tiny bit of hope diminish slightly as he was locked away from the outside world, unsure of what awaited him now. He didnât have to wonder long, not because an answer manifested, but because the instant the vehicleâs engine roared to life, the vibrations sent his poor, tender, sensitive body into a fit.
âWell, somebody seems excited!â Mommy mused as she glanced back at the two of them through the rear view mirror. âDonât worry sweetheart, it wonât be long, youâll get to meet daddy soon enough.â
Zekrom wasnât actually listening, he wasnât doing much of anything besides trembling in his seat the whole drive, gargling through his pacifier as his eyes rolled up into his head. He wasnât exactly in any state to say how long the drive was, and that was before vehicular vibrations reduced him to a moaning, drooling sludge.
By the time he came back to reality, or at least, as close as he could come to it under the trance, they were already parked, the engine off as the door beside him flew open, yet another new face staring eagerly, almost hungrily back at him as they took in their prize.
âOh, now arenât you pretty lass!â The nidoking jovially declared as he got to work unbuckling Zekrom.
The now barely conscious dragon didnât move, the sum total of everything that had happened today leaving him completely inert. His lack of animation naturally proved amusing to the man as he leaned in to pick Zekrom up from the car seat, a warm laugh filling the air.
âSomebody sure is tired huh? And it looks like they could have done to give you a bib too.â The nidoking mused in a strained voice as he hoisted Zekrom up, leaning the heavy feminized hatchling against his chest as he brought a hand down to support his padded butt while the other arm wrapped around his back.
Zekrom himself, with the last embers of strength he had left, practically threw himself into the embrace, hugging his arms loosely around the manâs neck as he allowed his head to fall against their shoulder. The feeling of another body against his, the sensation of security as he was held was everything he had been taught to enjoy today, and in his current state, the idea of getting away from it might as well have been alien.
âAw, look at you, getting all cozy with daddy right away~.â The man, âdaddyâ apparently (Zekrom remained incapable of thinking that over to any meaningful degree), declared with a loving squeeze as he began to walk them in from the garage. âReshiâs always spending time with mommy, but I think youâre going to be a daddyâs girl, arenât you?â
Daddy began to bounce Zekrom in his arms, handily distracting the dragon so the poor thing didnât need to worry about where they were going. It also felt amazing of course, everything did when you were a cute sissy baby like he now was, and daddyâs scent, likely cultivated using his natural poison-type abilities for this exact purpose, was already imprinting on Zekromâs softened psyche.
âMaybe if you were to nurse her, babies canât help but grow close when they're fed directly.â Mommy called after them, leading Reshiram along by the harness after setting her back down on the ground.
âOh, Iâm sure I could come up with something.â Daddy replied confidently. âYou can buy feeding devices to strap on. But if she needs something a bit more biologically natural, I have an idea for that.â
Daddy squeezed Zekrom with a lewd laugh, which mommy seemed to join in on.
âOh, well in that case maybe you should give Reshiram a try,â she said coyly, âIâm sure sheâd love it.â
âWell of course daddyâs princess would get to try! I love both my daughters equally!â
âDid you not just say Zekrom was going to be daddyâs girl?â
âI donât know what you're talking about.â
The two of them shared a laugh as they slowly traipsed through their large home, their adopted children either near asleep or obediently following along.
âAh, but it seems like this little lass could use a change.â Daddy eventually declared once the laughter subsided. âThe nurseryâs a bit of a mess right now while I get stuff moved around, so Iâm just going to get out the mat and do it on the living room floor if thatâs alright with you dear.â
âThatâs perfectly fine, Reshi here could use a change as well, we might as well handle them both at once.â
âAlright, I can take them both if you want to start getting supplies ready.â
âCertainly.â Mommy agreed, handing Reshiramâs leash off to the hand daddy had wrapped around Zekromâs back, directing the obedient infant as she began to rummage through the diaper bag still slung around her shoulder. âFollow daddy Reshi, mommy will be right behind you.â
Reshiram, the obediently brainwashed angel that she was, complied earnestly, staring up at Zekromâs barely awake face as she trailed behind daddy, looking even more excited now that Zekrom was home with her.
There was only a minute or soâs wait before mommy got everything ready, throwing down a massive changing mat before turning to the rest of her unusual family and patting it expectantly. Reshiram didnât need to be told twice, happily crawling over beside the nidoqueen as daddy let go of the leash. Mommy embraced her lightly as she arrived, taking the opportunity to remove the child harness before coaxing her to lay back on the mat.
Zekrom of course needed no such guidance. Daddy simply crouched down and carefully laid him in place, the dragonâs limp limbs all crashing down unresponsive as his head rolled back, giving him a clear view of the ceiling.
To his muted, groggy surprise, instead of a white canvas, Zekrom instead found himself staring up at what seemed to be a rather freshly painted mural of himself and Reshiram, not as they were now, but as their millennia long lives had been led. Grand, powerful, respected, flying around each other like the tao they represented.
âItâs nice, isnât it?â Daddy asked as he kneeled down beside his newly adopted child. âDo you know who that is up there? Thatâs a very important, very beloved pair of legendary pokemon, divine protectors that deserve all the reverence and respect we can offer. Maybe when you grow up, you can try to be like them!â
Zekrom let out the tiniest cry of despair as he was denied even the recognition of his status. The surgically designed insult even seemed to upset Reshiram, making her squeal in displeasure much to their âparentsâ delight.
âThat is, assuming you two ever do grow up.â Mommy spoke up, hammering the point home as she skillfully worked her way under the dragonsâ skinsâ. âAs far as mommy can tell, youâre both much too dainty and precious to ever leave mommy and daddyâs side. How could two of the most adorable, needy little sissies ever hope be anything close to those two?â
The poison-types both laughed, untaping the pair of helpless hatchlings and exposing the desperate clitties that marked them as the sissy babies they were. The two girls squealed loudly as they were teased and mocked, forcing them to distance themselves ever further from the regal legendaries depicted overhead. Mommy and daddy doing everything they could to hammer in that the poor sissies were right where they belonged, forced to look upon what they had been as fresh diapers were secured around them, declaring their fate of remaining as mommy and daddyâs dependent little hatchlings. Constantly reinforcing that they were in no way the mighty beasts depicted above, being loved and cared for and taught their place every day. The daycare that had taken them in more than happy to assist the new parents in making sure they kept their new sissies close at hand for a long time.[/section]
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