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[b][u][center]So Many Kinks in the Tale[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Chapter 1[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Sponsored by NerubianKnight[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Smack.

Squelch.

Smack.

Squelch.

“Yeah, take it, bitch. Take that fucking dick. It’s what you animals like, isn’t it? Take it…take it – Nnngh, fuck, you’re so hot inside…”

Tatyana didn’t say anything as the human kept humping away, his cock spreading her asshole just enough to feel [i]good[/i] rather than hurt it the way that some of the monsters of the Mojave could. In, out, in, out –

The white tiger hissed, her fingers curling tight as he spanked her. The wobble, the tightness, the feeling of his cock inside of her: she felt it all in stark relief, right down to the feeling of a droplet of her own juices dribbling along her pussy and over her clit. The little drop-snap of the slimy fluid falling from that sensitive spot left her whimpering, only for the human’s thrusts to drag her attention right back to her asshole a split-second later.

In, out, in, out. The pressure and pulling dragged at her pucker, and her cheeks burned as she felt it getting pulled backward. She was squeezing down, her body doing what it was trained to do around a cock, to suck at it and pull on it and milk it, and every thrust pulled at her. She knew – knew without a doubt – that if she could see what the human saw, she’d see her pucker sucking out, pulled out each time he dragged his hips back. Like lips locked on a shaft from the other direction –

“Ah…ah…”

Tatyana dropped her head. The frame of her once-unique Power Armor had become her prison. An EMP had knocked it offline, and her attackers had taken the panels that protected her off the metal framework. She had nothing to protect her body from their hands, and nothing to protect her from –

“Yeah…almost there, you furry bitch…”

Rough hands wrapped around her from behind, groping her breasts. Another scream was ripped from her throat, something she couldn’t hold back as he pinched, pulled, [i]twisted[/i] her nipples. The tiger’s tail went bottle-brushy and she pulled her ears down flat against her skull, but she couldn’t help but moan.

He came shortly after. The spurting heat of his seed in her ass made her other hole clench on nothing. Her pussy spasmed and dripped, not quite squirting, not quite going over the edge, but damn well trying to. She was left hanging her head as her rapist pulled his cock from her asshole, and the creamy feeling of his seed running past her stretched pucker sent a shiver down her spine. It felt good. It shouldn’t, but it did.

“You got what you wanted, so pay up.”

“You’re crying in the rain, pally.”

Two voices, one rough, one slightly more suave. Or trying to be. Tatyana knew when someone was trying to sound like something they weren’t, and the second voice was trying very, very hard. She groaned from her bent-over position in a half-dug grave, forcing herself to lift her head in the limited fashion that her damaged armor frame would let her.

“Hey. The cat’s still with us,” one of the other thugs said.

[i]Barely,[/i] she thought. [i]If I was not medicated…[/i]

But even with it, her body was wracked with the forced pleasure that she had been put through. Her head was spinning and her body ached from head to toe, but her pussy burned. It burned with a need that she was barely able to suppress as her fingers danced just out of sight.

[i]Come on, come on,[/i] she thought as the moonlight silhouetted the four figures that had ambushed her. Three thugs – two humans, one zoomorph, like her – and the smooth talker. They loomed over her, with the latter stepping forward to look down on her in the grave.

“Time to cash out,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Heh. Not that you got anything left, huh?”

“…”

“Get it over with,” one of the thugs, the one that had just cum in her, muttered.

“Maybe Khans kill people without looking ‘em in the face, but I ain’t a fink. Dig?”

Tatyana was only half-hearing him. The feline’s fingers were dancing along one of the secondary control consoles that she’d modified the armor frame with. All Power Armor required a frame to keep working due to the sheer weight of the panels, but most of those were controlled from a neural link along the back of the neck or along the spine. They’d disabled that, but she had installed several jury-rigged control circuits along the wrists for emergencies.

[i]Boot the secondary power source, run silent –[/i]

“You’ve made your last delivery, kid.”

He was still talking, pulling out [i]that.[/i] The thing that she’d found on a dead body halfway between the town down the hill and Primm. Nothing but a metallic poker chip, and yet, so much more. The man in the fancy suit tucked it away again, shaking his head.

“Sorry you got caught up in this scene.”

“Are you? Are you really?” she whispered, hissing through her fangs and shaking her head. “Your men were not.”

“Shut up,” one of the Khans grunted, lashing out with a kick.

She had the vague satisfaction of watching him pull his leg back and cradle his shine for his trouble. Frame might have been weaker than the armor that it held, but it was still a firm layer of metal between her and the rest of the world.

“I’m giving a speech here, you bozos. Let me finish,” the man in the suit said.

She felt the hum behind her back, just over her tail. As the tiger kept tapping the little band under her wrist, programming in an attack pattern, the man in charge pulled a pistol from inside his suit.

“From where you’re sitting, this must seem like an 18-karat run of bad luck. But the truth is…”

He pointed the gun at her. Tatyana’s breath caught in her throat, and her fingers moved faster than ever.

“The game was rigged from the start.”

[i]Move. Move. MOVE![/i]

He pulled the trigger.

The gun flashed.

And the feline jerked her head to the side.

It wasn’t much, certainly not enough to completely avoid the direct hit, but it was enough to take it along the side of her head instead of straight on. Even as it knocked her head straight back, she had the satisfaction of hearing her armor frame booting up and leaping upright. Her body was nothing but a rag-doll inside of the frame, and she had the faint satisfaction of their screams as her world went black.

#

“Huh. You’re awake. How ‘bout that?”

Tatyana would have seriously debated the definition of the term ‘awake’ if she’d been more conscious than she was. As it stood, the tiger’s eyes were open, her mouth was slightly slack, and her throat felt as dry as it could be.

And her head hurt. A lot. A [i]lot.[/i]

[i]Frame’s gone,[/i] she thought. [i]No clothes. Blanket. Better than being naked. Alive. Thankfully. Mostly. Ow.[/i]

She reached up slowly, her fingers tracing the point of sharpest pain at the surface. A scar remained just over one eye, the flesh mended but still slightly marked beneath her fur, going back along the left side of her face. She could feel the indentation under her finger. Fast reactions had barely been enough to keep her on this side of the living.

She sat up and promptly regretted it, slumping back against the pillow with a hiss and a sudden swell of nausea in her guts.

“Whoa, whoa, easy now. Easy.”

“Do not…talk to me…like an animal,” she hissed as she fought her own body. “I am better than that.”

“Sorry, little lady. Just my nature, heh.”

Tatyana shook her head. ‘Nature’ was an excuse. ‘Nature’ was what –

It wasn’t worth it. The tiger put the thought out of her head, slowly pushing herself to sit up properly. It took effort, time, and focus, and even then her stomach rolled, threatening to expel what little was in there. Liquid, as far as she could tell. It felt too light to be anything else, and too…mobile.

Swallowing against the gagging she wanted to do, she turned her attention back to the human. A bit dark-skinned, tanned heavily or naturally, she wasn’t sure. A large white mustache dominated his face, and he was smiling. Gently, too, and less condescendingly than she thought.

It was something.

“Who are you?” Tatyana asked.

“Name’s Doc Mitchell. Welcome to Goodsprings.”

“Goodsprings.”

She nodded. Once. Then she stopped as the pounding threatened to shove her brain right out the hole the bullet had left behind. Oh, that was going to take some getting used to. She rubbed the aching point in her temple as she took a few deep breaths.

“What about you? Do you have a name? Or, one you remember, at least?”

“…Tatyana,” she muttered. “Where are my things?”

“Hold on, hold on. You’ve been in bed for a couple of days now.”

Days. Days where that man had been able to get a head start wherever he was going. She felt the light snarl pulling at her lips, exposing the points of her fangs before she forced it back down again. She would find him, soon enough. That chip…She was going to get that chip back.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I had to take a few liberties when I was pulling that bullet out of your noggin. Nothing serious, but…I couldn’t help but notice that you had a few more injuries than just that lump of metal in your head.”

“…”

“You, uh, want to talk about that?”

“No.” Tatyana sat up a little straight. “I want my clothes, and my gear.”

“After I tell you that you’re better, sure. You can head out as soon as you like, but first –”

“Are you even qualified to treat someone so non-human, [i]doctor[/i]?”

A little more of the snarl than she intended got past her teeth at that, but she didn’t care as much as she thought. Her thoughts went back to the Khans taking their pleasure with her backside, and yet –

“I learned back in New Vegas, ma’am.”

“…”

“See, you ain’t the first zoomorph I’ve had the pleasure of treating. We had a few travelers in that old vault before Mr. House kicked us out. Visitors, you see, and they had special needs of their own. How long’s it been since you had your Hot-Stoppers?”

“…” Tatyana shook her head, pulling her legs against her chest. “I had my last dose before…that.”

“Explains a few things. I gave you a dose when you looked like you’d be coming ‘round. Should be good for about twenty-four hours or so, but can’t say for sure.”

“…I am sorry,” she muttered. “I…snapped.”

“Ain’t no trouble. Heh. So, now that I’ve proven my credentials, you mind indulging an old doctor so he can take care of his patient properly?”

“…Carry on, doctor.”

She didn’t smile, but she was more comfortable as he examined her head. His fingers were gentle and did not do the thing that some other humans did. No petting, no scratching, just a simple exam, which was what she preferred. She closed her eyes, pulling her ears back slightly to give him space as she focused on breathing and keeping what was in her stomach [i]in[/i] her stomach. It was still not happy about her being upright.

“Well, looks like the wound’s closed nice and fine. Wasn’t too sure it would; we’ve been low on Stim-Paks for a while and had to let your body do its own thing.”

“Hmmph.”

“Then again, I’ve seen zoomorphs heal from things that’d put a ghoul down hard. Guess it’s all down to which Vault spit you out, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Not too talkative, are you, Tatyana?”

“Not so much, no.”

“That’s alright. You can just tell me yes or no, and I’ll keep those questions simple, okay?”

It was hard to tell if he was seeing her as a petty child or just going along with her requests. Tatyana decided to take it as if he was just going along with what she wanted, respecting her and giving her what she needed. It was nice to believe that there were people out in the world that would still do something like that.

“Okay. Now, I know I just said we’d keep it to yes or no answers, but…if you’re comfortable, can you tell me what happened last night? Victor wasn’t too clear on what he saw after he brought you in.”

Victor. That was a name she could work with. She stored that in the back of her head, looking down at her blanket. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and holding it for a count of three before letting it out again.

“I was ambushed on the road from Primm. I planned to head north, take advantage of the night to make it further while the creatures were sleeping. I had found…something…on the road and I wanted to find someone that could tell me what it was.”

“Yeah? What’d you find?”

“Something I will keep to myself.”

“Fair ‘nuff.”

Doc Mitchell nodded, sitting down with one leg folded over the other. The older human didn’t push her, but he didn’t have to. He made her comfortable enough to keep talking just by being him.

“I was ambushed. EMP grenade, experienced fighters. They knew what they were doing. They dragged me up to the graveyard.”

Did she stop there? He had already examined, he knew. All the more reason to keep talking.

“They used me. Insultingly. Looked down at me. Left me well-used. You saw?”

He nodded.

“One hole. Just one hole. And I enjoyed it.”

“Well…hope you’re not going to be too hard on yourself about that; even with Hot-Stoppers, you know zoomorphs are made to…”

She knew. It had been a saving grace in more than one circumstance during her journeys from the west to the Mojave. More than one official needed to be bribed, and if your body enjoyed what others did to it. was [i]made[/i] to take pleasure from things that everyone else would have balked at and begged for mercy from, well, it was one more tool that you could use. All she had to do was stop taking her medicine, and they could do whatever they wanted, and it would be just [i]fine.[/i] Then came the medicine and facing what she’d done. That was the hard part. That was always the hard part.

“After they finished, they took the thing I found. They left.”

“Heh. From what Victor told me, it sounds more like you chased ‘em off.”

“My armored frame did. Speaking of which –”

“Don’t worry. I watched your stuff like a hawk. It’s all bundled up, safe and sound in another room.”

She nodded, grateful for that. It was bad enough that she was starting off without her armor. If she’d lost the frame and all the customizations that she’d made to that, she would have been very upset.

Doc Mitchell sighed, putting his hands on his knees.

“Well, looks like you’re probably about as good as you’re gonna get with my tools. But before I cut you loose, let’s walk you over to the Vigor Tester and see if anything’s changed.”

A Vigor Tester. She had a bright flashback to the Vault way back west. The intelligence in it had made her, and she’d seen that every year. Hands on the controls, feeling it buzz over her, checking what had improved, what had fallen down. It had been…judgmental. Or rather, the intelligence behind it had been.

This was not that. Doc Mitchell helped her get to her feet, helping her walk across the floor until she found her balance. He even looked away when she pulled the blanket around her chest and over her hips, and the tiger felt pathetically grateful for that.

“Just grab it and –”

“I know how it works,” she muttered.

She closed her eyes, fighting a little tremor in the back of her left hand. She [i]had[/i] just been shot in the head; that could have done any number of things to her thoughts, and while she believed she was no worse than before, the brain was a tricky thing. Unlike other parts of the body, it was not very good at self-diagnosis.

[i]That is what the machine is for. Do it.[/i]

The tiger grabbed the handle, and the scan began. She felt its tingle run up and down her arm, followed by the flicker of numbers appearing before her. Seven categories, each one between 1 and 10. Well, almost all of them between 1 and 10.

“Look at that…Maybe them bullets did your brain some good.”

“No. It was always like that.”

Though it was flattering to see that the number continued to wiggle between 10 and the non-existent number past it. She allowed herself a cocky smile as she let go of the device, turning back to the doctor. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he patted her shoulder.

“Looks like you’re good to go. I’ll get your gear…and something else, too. After all, not like you want to be a wild animal, right?”

#

She shut the door to Doc Mitchell’s clinic, biting back a hiss as the desert sun glared over her. The sheer heat of it was something that she had all but forgotten inside the hut, and the sand beneath her boots hissed against the thin soles. The doctor had already apologized for the poor quality of the extra gear he’d given her, but it was better than hitting the road barefoot or naked beneath the armor frame, which had been her other choices. And if she had done that, the possibilities of being treated like an animal would have gone up. Way up.

Tatyana blinked away the bleary glow of the desert sun, seeing the town of Goodsprings spread out before her. It was both larger and smaller than it had looked in the moonlight, small enough to only need the one General Store near her, big enough that she’d imagine that business was kept busy all the time. Two large herds of Bighorns wandered, mixed, and split at the far end of the town, and the locals milled about, avoiding the old schoolhouse at the other end of town and – to some extent – the doctor’s house, as well.

No other zoomorphs could be seen, either. She could just make out someone that looked like he might have been a ghoul in the early states of decay hustling from one building to another, but that was as far as the non-human population of the town went. Far as she was concerned, one more reason to move on quickly.

“But first, Victor,” Tatyana muttered under her breath, looking down at her wrist. “And supplies.”

Doc Mitchell had been generous enough to give her a Pip-Boy [i]and[/i] a Vault Suit, though the latter was ill-fitting to say the least. It had clearly been made for a human, and while they’d managed to adapt the back to let her tail through, it did [i]nothing[/i] to hide the curves that science had given her. They pressed against the waist and hips, and her zipper in the front was fighting a constant battle against her breasts.

While she appreciated the tight suit as a means of keeping the sun and the eyes of others from seeing her in explicit detail, she hoped to get something to…fit over it, so to speak, as soon as possible. And that meant shopping.

[i]Hopefully they’re willing to bargain. And talk.[/i]

Mitchell had filled her in enough to make it clear that Victor was a robot, and one that was only barely accepted by the rest of the town. He hadn’t had much more than that, however, and she needed a little more before she was willing to confront him. Hopefully, the shopkeeper would be a little more…accommodating.

She was halfway across town, just making her way down the crater-littered main street, when an explosion went off no more than fifty meters down the road. Tatyana jumped, jerking away as her hand dropped to her belt in an instinctive movement. She stopped as the rest of the town ran for the various buildings along the side of the road, and she took her cue for them, darting behind the railings of the General Store.

No sooner had she gotten behind cover than eight humans and two zoomorphs – one kangaroo, one dingo – came around the corner. She narrowed her eyes at the prison blues they wore, most with sleeves rolled up, but all with an impossible starch and clean for someone that lived out in the Mojave. They hollered as they came down the main street, throwing their hands in the air and –

BOOM!

Another explosion, this time from something she could see. A stick of dynamite had hit the ground and exploded near the saloon at the end of the street. The tiger shook her head, her hand hovering around her pistol. The plasma would do damage, she knew, but if these people got their hands on her –

CRACK!

Whatever fears – or fantasies – that she could have conjured were banished by the lone gunshot. All eyes went back to the saloon and the woman standing in the porch, a dog at her side growling loud enough to be heard from a distance.

“How many times do I gotta tell you to keep your faces clear of Goodsprings?” she shouted. “I see you come here one more time, there’s gonna be one less pair of legs walking away again.”

“You think you can keep us out, Sunny Smiles?” one of the dynamite-slinging humans called back. “Can’t get all of us.”

“No, but I can get you, Joe. At the damn least, I can get you before you get me.”

Tatyana appreciated the woman’s gusto at keeping her town safe, but she doubted that this woman realized just how far these men would go. She’d seen the type throughout the NCR. Good or not, there was a look that humans got when they realized that there was someone that they could take advantage of, someone that they could beat down and do things to. She’d seen that look directed at her every time that they thought she was off her Hot-Stoppers, and they were looking at Sunny that same way: lean, mean, with a measuring look to the eye.

Finally, they turned around. The kangaroo near the front of the crowd – tall, thick-shouldered, with an odd green glow to his hands and under his feet – stopped and flipped the human woman the bird. She didn’t shoot, and he smirked.

[i]They’ll remember that. They’ll remember how far they can push you.[/i]

Shaking her head, she slowly got back to her feet. The threat seemed to have passed, which meant she had time. The shop. Yes. The shop.

Tatyana pushed through the door, not entirely surprised to find the shopkeeper stepping out from behind his counter and looking out the window himself. He whipped his head around to face her, started to go for a weapon, only to stop as soon as his eyes dropped far enough to look at her breasts.

“Oh, shit. A zoomorph?”

“…Customer.”

“You can talk?”

“You are truly tempting me to take my caps elsewhere.”

“Heh. Not much chance of that; there’s nowhere else to spend it except the saloon, and you won’t get what you’re looking for there unless you just want to get drunk.” He walked back around the counter, tanned skin covered in a layer of sweat as he leaned forward. “Name’s Chet. What are you looking for, cat?”

“Civility. Also, ammunition, food, and medicine.”

“Got a little bit of all that but the first one. Look around; maybe you’ll find what you need.”

Clearly, he wasn’t going to be [i]that[/i] helpful, but at least he wasn’t kicking her out of the store. There’d been a few merchants that refused to do business with non-humans, ghouls and zoomorphs alike. She shook her head as she walked among the open boxes that littered the main floor of the shop, trying to ignore the way that his eyes followed her around the room.

He didn’t have much, but she didn’t expect him to. Ammo was mostly limited to metal bullets rather than the plasma she preferred, but he had a few bits and pieces through the store. She collected what she could get and moved onto food. Not a brilliant selection of that, either, but even the dried goods were better than his store of medicine.

“Is this all you have?” she asked, holding out two Stim-Paks and some Psycho. “Nothing else?”

“I’m not exactly in New Vegas, am I?” Chet said, shaking his head. “What you see is what you get.”

“What I see is not much.”

“Keep talking, pussy. I’m the one that sets the prices.”

“…”

“That’s what I thought. You want anything else?”

Tatyana put the Psycho back. She had no use for that, though she’d hoped to find at least one dose of Hot-Stopper in the store. It had been a long shot, particularly since Mitchell hadn’t had any, but she’d hoped. As it stood, she had perhaps a day before that started creeping up on her again, and she didn’t put good odds on avoiding someone trying to take advantage of that before she found another dose.

Chet glanced at her purchase and quoted her a price that made her wince. He chuckled.

“Course, we could settle this in the back. It’s been a while, you know?”

“Do you approach [i]all[/i] females with this attitude?”

“Just the zoomorphs. The others slap me.”

“I could shoot you.”

“Try it. You’ll have most of the town on you before you walked out the door. Want to rethink your answer? Doesn’t have to be vaginal if you’re worried about getting pregnant.”

[i]On her stomach, ass in the air, her already-stretched hole getting pulled wider. Her mouth dropped open in a stupid, brain-drained moan as she took his cock to the hilt and begged for more. Her toes curling, scratching, slicing against the wood on the floor as her pussy dripped, as if her brain was oozing right out with all the pleasure she felt. Her asshole gaping as he pulled his cock free, sucking on the slimy thing as he punched his fist right up her ass, making her cum harder with that rigid insertion as the rest of the town lined up behind him –[/i]

“Caps. Caps will be fine,” she said, as if nothing at all had gone through her head.

“Damn. You sure –”

“Caps.”

“Fuck.”

[i]I’m sure that’s all you’re thinking of doing,[/i] she thought as she put what she had left on the counter. Perhaps twenty caps left to her name when all was said and done. Not much, certainly not enough for a dose of her meds, but at least she’d have something for crossing the desert. She collected her rations, meds, and ammo, distributing them around her belt for the moment as Chet continued to stare at her. She felt lucky for the residual bit of meds that Mitchell had given her; without them, she would have accepted that deal, and probably ended up as the town whore. Such things happened to zoomorphs that didn’t keep up with their meds and didn’t have kind neighbors to keep them from giving in.

And yet, even with the meds, the images kept pouring through her head. She saw herself bent over his counter. She saw herself on her back, staked out in the road as an offering to those attackers. She saw herself with a radscorpion’s stinger rammed past her pucker, keeping her pinned in place as other things ‘explored’ her body and took advantage of her.

And all of them, she knew from experience, would make her feel pleasure. She would ‘enjoy’ every single one of them if she was off the Hot-Stopper. Which was why she needed to find more. Fast.

“Two more thing,” she said as she packed her gear up. “First. Who were those people?”

“Those idiots? Powder Gangers. Some kind of prison break down the road or something; none of my business. They’re getting more dangerous, though.”

“Clearly.”

“You going to be sarcastic all day, or just ask your questions? If you’re not paying for it with your body, I don’t got much interest in you.”

“Victor. Where can I find him, and what is he?”

“What – cat, the hell do you want with Victor?” Chet asked, shaking his head. “He’s as much of a freak as you are.”

“Then you should not mind me talking to him. What does it matter to you?”

“What, you one of those zoomorphs that thinks they’re as good as humans?”

And that was her cue to get out. Tatyana shrugged, turning away from the desk. She managed half a step before Chet slapped her ass, and she bit back the urge to whip around and slap him back.

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, whore.”

She said nothing. She knew better.

The sun greeted her with a hot slap of warm air, and as she shut the door behind her, she took a moment to gather herself. Her fingers popped as she cracked her knuckles one by one, thumb to joint to joint to joint, and she flexed her claws to relieve some of the tension that had built up just interacting with the human.

[i]One more reason to keep moving on. One more reason to get that chip.[/i]

The chip. She remembered the poker chip all too well, from the platinum casing it had to the glimmer of something miraculous in it. Tatyana had seen the bunkers of the Brotherhood of Steel. She had been in the camps of the Followers of the Apocalypse. She had seen old, abandoned science from the Enclave. There was something in that chip that met and even exceeded all that, and it had been compressed down to something miniaturized, something that even she didn’t entirely understand.

And that man, that man in the puffed-up checker-patterned suit, had taken it from her. He’d assumed it was a delivery – to Vegas? Perhaps; that had been the only town on the road in the other direction.

But he was gone now, and she had to find him. And to get any information on that, she had to find –

“Well, howdy, stranger!”

The tiger turned left. Standing just off to the side of the General Store’s porch was a robot perched on one wheel. He – if one could call it a he – ‘looked’ at her with a cowboy face in a viewscreen in the middle of his torso. Long, spaghetti tube arms hung down from either side of a bulky central core, and two large sensors swung in slow circles over his head.

“Name’s Victor. I’m the one that dragged you to the doc to get all fixed up. Looks like he did a damn good job.”

“…Victor. Do you have a moment?”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Tatyana begins her time in the Mojave with quite a bang.

Tags: M/F, F/solo, Fantasies, Anal, Rape, Dub-Con, Heat, Biological Imperative, Human/Anthro, Bondage, Creampie, Anger, Fallout New Vegas, New Vegas, Walkthrough, Playthrough, Tigress, Tiger, Human,