Digimon- Adventures of WereGarurumon.
Disclaimer: Digimon, and all related characters are property of Namco/Bandai. This story is work of entertainment and not for profit.
Warning: M Rated. Very strong homosexual overtones throughout (yaoi, slash whatever you want to call it). Most of it very graphic and with some scenes of kink... You have been warned.
Authors Notes: I've always had a thing about WereGarurumon, and I'm not the only one I'm sure. So here it is! This is a world where Digimon is not family-friendly. Language/Sex/Violence galore! The way the creators wanted Digimon but couldn't! Hope you enjoy! If not?- Cool. All Hatemail is welcome too. I don't know whether or not to make this a multi-chapter like my usual stories or just a one-shot. I have alot of ideas for this one but it's finding the time and energy lately that's a problem. If this still has one chapter within a week from publish date- consider it a rather smutty oneshot.
-WereGarurumon X Etemon-
WereGarurumon always liked coming to Leomons gym. Being outdoors, It was better than the Green gym near the Digital City for the Wolfman Digimon. It was for more advanced in muscle-mass Digimon like him. He was very proud of that fact; being a hard-bodied and muscled Digimon certainly earned him lots of attention, and he wasn't one to turn away the glances of admiration he often recieved. Other Digimon weren't as lucky, and he showed no superiority towards weaker Digimon. He may not look like it, but WereGarurumon was quite modest when it came to bragging about his body, 'not in front of the Rookies' he says to himself when he felt the urge to flex his bicep in the City. He was quite at peace, and he knew showing off would just lead to trouble with all the cocky Goburimon in the City and mines.
He remembered back when he was Gabumon, so much to learn and so eager to become the best- And now, that many would consider him 'the best', it always reminded himself of the time not so long ago when he was just a Rookie, looking up to all the big, tough Digimon that showed off. It-well it felt bad. He trained hard. So hard to get himself to this magnificent Ultimate form Digimon. It was rare for Digimon without Tamers- or 'Wild' as they were called, to progress beyond Champion level on their own with training. But still, even with all the respect he's earned; he'd never bully smaller Digimon just because they didn't have his skill, looks or self-control.
He'd changed alot through the years; When he was Garurumon, he was kind of wild. 'Out-of-control', said Ikkakumon. He attacked everything that moved- not literally obviously, he'd have been kicked out of the City if that were true. But he was very aggitated- looking for a fight. It earned him alot of experience in battles with other wild Digimon out in the plains or in the marshes. He recalled the toughest fight of his life- with Birdramon, guarding her nest. He didn't care about the young Biyomon, just the tough parent protecting them. It gained him no pleasure in defeating a flock of young Rookies, so he went straight for the fellow wild Champion, Birdramon. Fireballs went in every direction, luckily he had the speed skill to evade many of her attacks. And just when it seemed victory was at hand following a hard-hitting attack, but then, as if out of nowhere, a fireball hit him- hard. It knocked him from the edge of the canyon they were battling on, the weak rubble gave way and he fell.
He could have died. Been reduced to data and being reborn as a Digi-Egg. But he survived, barely. He was recovered and returned to Jijimons house in one piece. He had learned his lesson. His cockyness almost destroyed everything he'd worked so hard to attain. Wild Birdramon were known to be highly protective of their young. He was foolish and brash. He may have learned his lesson, but many young Digimon looked up to him, and soon enough he was hailed by them as a brave warrior. He had fans! He could hardly believe it! He'd failed in battle and they loved him still because he was the only one with the balls to attack a Digimon as ferocious as a Wild Birdramon.
"Hey Garu? Sign my autograph book!" Said a young Guilmon one day while he was still recovering. The Guilmon wasn't anything special, a little excitable maybe but nothing unusual, but he couldn't deny such a simple request.
"Uhh, sure." He said, placing his paw on the Digi-pad presented at him. The Guilmon blushed heavily and said his thank-you's before leaving Garurumons tent. Garurumon grinned, he thought Guilmon was cute. He made a note to look him up when he was a bit older.
Now here he was- WereGarurumon; tall, strong, and many would call him sexy, but he never forgot the lessons learned in his Rookie and Champion years. And so, he was no longer a wild showoff. He was still wild meaning he had no tamer, sure, but he wasn't as fight-happy as he was as his previous generations. Which was pretty much a positive thing, but sometimes he just had to fight, as most Digimon did. And the need to fight often had him training at Leomons gym- keeping up his skill and strength. He was naturally muscled and strong. It was in his data. But that didn't stop him from doing more. His prideful nature dictated that he do alot to maintain his power and not let anything drop below his base levels. Which was assuredly not a positive thing.
WereGarurumon heard a voice call his name. "Hey WereGarurumon!" He knew the voice, but remained calm, as he always did, sitting on a bench before training.
"Etemon". He said cooly. He knew what the beast Digimon wanted. He always wanted the same thing. Etemon was a bully. The biggest and baddest bully this side of Digital Island. He was the worst of what WereGarurumon could have been. Always looking for a fight. But the wolf-man Digimon would not rise to the bait of the monkey-man Digimon, no matter how much he'd like to take him down.
"Lookee here... Empty gym. Could have us some fun eh? Whatd'ya say puppy?" Etemon delivered a shit-eating grin that just made WereGarurumon want to kick his teeth out. And if he was less coolheaded, he would have.
"Think I'll pass man." He replied to the other muscle-Digimons proposition, who, seemed irritated by lack of a desired reaction, got right up in his face, almost nose to nose with his teeth bared. Etemon looked pissed. Which always pleased WereGarurumon.
"Oh yeah?" Etemon growled, breathing against the other Digimons nose. "Y'know. I don't think I like that answer puppy. Why don't you try again huh?" This guy was starting to piss off WereGarurumon, who's line of tranquility was starting to curve, a bead of sweat formed on his brow. This was as much of a success as Etemon was about to get today, so, in contrast to his downright intimidating tone, laughed hard in WereGarurumons face before turning his back and continuing to laugh riotously, like he'd just told the funniest joke in the world. If that was the case- WereGarurumon didn't get it.
Obviously, ignoring Etemon was the only option for the time being, though he didn't know how long it would take before the tightrope of calm he walked with his humongous feet would snap and he'd use those humongous feet paws to kick the crap out of the bully Etemon. No-one was under his radar, he even talked back to Leomon. Leomon! The nerve of this Etemon! 'Someone has to put him in his place' thought WereGarurumon idly, letting himself scowl, blurring the bright sun in his eyes. But he refused to admit that Etemon was getting to him, so sat by on the stone bench watching as the antagonizing apeman as he began punching a huge punching bag, a punching bag so big, it could be practice for any number of large Digimon.
The gym itself was an open-space, situated between two canyons, near the edge of a cliff- part of the same canyons that housed the same Birdramon that WereGarurumon fought. It wasn't an easy place to reach indeed. In fact, it was such a dangerous trek, that warning signs claimed any Digimon less than Champion shouldn't even attempt the trip. He used to train at the Green Gym in the City until the equipment proved either not built enough or too small. He had heard about a gym for strong Digimon, hidden between two canyons. And, like any Digimon looking for a challenge, set out to find this fabled place for skilled tamers and Digimon.
Leomon was an acclaimed legend to everyone, an icon. When WereGarurumon was just a Gabumon, he dreamed of meeting the so-called 'King of Beasts'. Although the DigiWorld had no Kings of sorts- It was a mere status symbol given to him for his heroic feats of bravery. He was not only brave; saving helpless Digimon from the bandits and Bad Tamers on the Island, he was also wise. It was in fact, he, who coached Garurumon away from his wild ways and to follow the ways of peace as he did. And in embracing tranquility, he reached his limit as a Champion Digimon and became strong as he is now, becoming WereGarurumon, an Ultimate Digimon surpassing even the power of his trainer Leomon, who was a Champion Digimon. Strong of course. But WereGarurumon had surpassed him- no longer needing his help.
WereGarurumon never admitted it out loud to his friend and mentor, but he always admired Leomon for much more than his ability and selflessness; his body, for one was big and strong, muscle mass covering every inch of his masculine form, it was hard not to think of him in a sexual context, no matter how guilty he felt for his wandering eyes, it wouldn't go away. It kept him up all night- painfully erect inside his jeans, making a wet patch and refusing to let him be until he took care of it. Spending all day with a hot and sweat-covered Leomon was too much. Even as Garurumon his red leaking tip would poke out of his sheath, and whenever he felt himself harden, he'd leave saying he was too tired for more training and had to rest. Rest, of course had him inside his tent, his hard shaft stuffed down his own throat in a shameful act of autofellacio until he sucked himself of every last drop of pent-up wolf seed.
Etemons bullying had gone as far as calling Leomon a 'hippie' and a 'pretty-boy-kitty'- That pissed WereGarurumon off greatly, how dare he call his mentor a pretty-boy-kitty! He was more of a manly, god-like, sexy, hot... and there he goes again, imagining Leomon under a waterfall as he did his endurance training, wet and his body shiny. WereGarurumon growled and shook his head. 'I will not get a boner in front of Etemon'. He willed himself into feeling his rumbling balls halt the effort of making his member hard.
He glanced up at Etemon. 'Phew'! He mentally breathed a sigh of relief, the other Digimon was still busy punching the giant oversized red sack. 'I should train'. He said, finally feeling the stirring in his groin die down. It must look odd, him sitting there on the stone bench, not using any of the equipment in the gym. Ignoring Etemon, WereGarurumon stood straight, his tall form almost towering to Etemon, who in turning his head, saw the tall wolf pass him by, who to him was clearly trying to piss him off with all the ignoring pious crap. To Etemon, everything was about him. He was the center stage and being ignored by this once wild wolf was simply not an option. He'd get his way yet.
WereGarurumon, who had spent half the morning preparing for an all-day session by meditating on his thoughts and feelings now had taken spot at a frame of metal bars and approached the highest, most difficult to reach bar. He stretched up, gripping the lowest bar, which ironically, he could barely reach. Etemon watched as WereGarurumon stretched out his body gripping the bar and easily heaved his whole body up until his chin touched the bar and lowered himself. His arm muscles and biceps stretched and expanded so much it looked like they had been inflated like balloons on his upper arms. 'Impressive... lets see where this little show goes'. Thought Etemon who had since abandoned his training and stood, arms across his broad muscled chest. Oh yes, if he wasn't willing to fight him, then Etemon would surely settle with free tickets to the gun show on display.
WereGarurumon made no effort to hide his impressive physique to the world. He was, after all, made this way and felt no shame as such in walking around in just a pair of jeans that were obviously far too small all the time. This, coupled with his hero and Ultimate status made him one of the most desirable Digimon around. In both battle and masturbatory fantasies; just like Leomon was to him. None of this occurred to WereGarurumon though, despite the fact that Digimon came on to him on a daily basis. He was too fast paced to notice the longing looks or sly touches. Well, except for Etemon who made no effort to give dignity a go. Yes, Etemon had pretty much offered him a proposition for sex every time he saw him but the wolf would usually dismiss him as trying to trap him with some mind-fuckery.
Yes, he knew he was a sexual being, and occationally made small differences in his appearance just to make himself feel sexy, such as; nipple piercings to match his ear. Not wearing underwear also felt good, his groin rubbing against his tight jeans and palming his long hard erection through the material when no-one was watching. He also intentionally dealt rips and claw-slash marks on the same pants, showing more fur than could possibly pass as clothing, on occation, he thought about going nude as a lot of Digimon did. But once stepping out of his pants he realised he wore them for a reason- his cock was big, hanging half-way down the way to his knees. As he admired himself in a reflection in the water, he grew hard, slowly, it flickered to life, and the big red rocket grew, hard and thick, expanding far beyond normal penises and thickness to match. When fully erect, his penis could touch his nipple ring. So, yes he was proud of the fact that he was so gifted physically.
So as he worked out, flexing his abs and arms, Etemon was drinking in the erotic sight before him; A large muscled wolf-man, arms up behind his head, expanding his chest and arching his back, his armpits on display and his pubic fur peeking out from under the waistband of his pants. 'Mmm that boy is a hot piece of Digimon ass yes sir'. Etemons thoughts only got dirtier as he watched WereGarurumon get down on his back and proceed to do a set of sit-ups. His abs flexing looked amazing, and the little grunts of effort every time he came up to a sit were practically torturous to the horny monkey; who began to pant heavily, getting turned on by the other males display.
"What are you looking at?" WereGarurumon growled. The eyes may have been behind shades, but he knew Etemon had been watching him for most of the morning and, slowly, the eyes bore into him, he had begun to feel like a piece of meat on show- it bothered him.
Etemon licked his lips; "I'd think that'd be fairly obvious puppy- I'm looking at you." WereGarurumon didn't flinch, even though inside he was grinding his teeth and scowling. He did however sit up and managed to glare in the direction of the other Digimon. The 'look' from WereGarurumon would normally turn any Digimon crossing him to ice, but Etemon was not even close to affraid, another cog in his plan to making the wolf reach a breaking point.
"You'd better stop." He said harshly, his teeth finally baring. Etemon bared his teeth too, but in contrast- his curved into a proud smile. The first signs had begun to show themself. Of course, Etemon had no intention to carry on trying to goad WereGarurumon; he didn't know what would come of it, but he really all he wanted was the satisfaction in knowing that he got to him.
"Or what huh puppy huh? What're you gonna do eh? You gonna send your pretty-boy-kitty after me to preach against wrongdoings eh? " That did it.
WereGarurumon snarled angrily and stood to his feet, marching over to the other Digimon, this time it was his turn to get into his face; eyes blazing, angry and seeking retribution. "You'd take that back if you know what's good for you... chimp." This venomous new side of the wolf Digimon pleased Etemon greatly. This is what he wanted. To see the veneer of calm placed on this former impulsive and free Digimon peel away, and show his true self- the one Leomon had helped settle into a serenity matched only by the Beast King himself.
"Aww c'mon you can't tell me ya haven't thought about suckin' on that big hose cock of hi-" He'd heard enough. Etemon stopped, mid-sentence, tasting blood flooding his mouth. WereGarurumons fist connected again, the knuckle-duster on his fist hitting his cheekbone, tearing flesh and sliding up against his nose, which sprayed more blood down his face and chest. "Huh? Hahaha! That's what I'm talkin' about!" As Etemon recoiled, shrugging off the pain and busted nose and broken teeth and cut face, he still managed to grin and laugh like a madman. His laughing had become irritating, the mad monkey purposely over-acting, going as far as holding his stomach he was laughing so much.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." WereGarurumon had grabbed Etemon by the shoulders, his claws painfully digging into his back as he pressed the other male hard against the punching bag. His eyes burned deep into his as he felt his sunglasses yanked off and dropped to the floor and crunched under the wolfs big foot-paw. The ape only smirked in response, making no attempt to escape, which came as no suprise to the other Digimon; 'he's probably enjoying this the sick fuck...' he thought.
Etemon indeed appeared to be enjoying this little sexual dominance game. Sexual it was to him; being pressed against a wall by a sexy wolf Digimon being so rough with him. His hand slid down between them and while WereGarurumon was so busy in this staring contest, Etemon had begun to rub down his own abs and rub at the tight slit concealing his cock and balls. Two fingers slid inside the sticky man-slit and slowly pulled out his genitals, swollen and red, ready for attention. The primate Digimon stroked himself up and down, the beginnings of an erection starting to form.
Suddenly, through the scent of blood already stinging in his nostrils, WereGarurumon smelled something else. His nose twitched, he recognised the scent well enough- It was the scent of arousal. Finally, he was the first to break eye contact, glancing down in an unimpressed expression; He saw Etemon, openly masturbating himself in between them. The smell of leaking, hard cock was so much stronger than blood, all he could smell was sweat and monkey come.
"Why don't ya make me huh?" He said, drawling lazily as he tugged on himself. WereGarurumon looked up, snarling, before looking back down. 'He's... well he's... big'. He found himself saying to himself as he watched Etemons cock grow, unable to look away as the large shaft grew against to what natural standards should dictate, veins accenting it's sheer size to rival his own. 'Fuck... I'm fucked'. He said to himself as he found his own cock twitch under his pants.
"What was that wolfy, I don't think I heard ya?" Said Etemon with no small measure of triumph on his face. You could just tell he was loving this even if you disgregareded his massive erection. His cocky grin just spelled everything clear as day; 'I beat you'. Still, against everything he had worked for, this one asshole Digimon managed to break him. He still had a lot to learn, that was for sure. This thought suddenlt dawned on him; the could have sex, here and now. No one was around. Etemon was obviously horny and WereGarurumon... well, his groin stirred, something was happening down there. Before today, Etemons lazy come-ons would have had no effect on him, but for some reason today was an exception. It never occurred to him that he could oblige Etemons propositions and get some easy sex. He always said no, without really thinking about it let alone consider it.
"I didn't say anything." WereGarurumon said, a hint of irritation starting to dull the anger of his voice just moments earlier. This elicited another laugh, but this was a quicker one, more strangled as his jerking off had begun to take most of his attention.
"Why am I not suprised huh? Got nothin' to say." He was so cocky! WereGarurumon was tempted to just bend him over the bench and fuck the shit out of him right now just to show him who was boss. 'Oh, shit'. WereGarurumon grew hard at the thought. 'This isn't good.' The outline in his tight pants was already getting hard to conceal. He squirmed his hips uncomfortably, this move was far too obvious not to catch the attention of the other male; "Ooh-ook! What-a we have here!" Etemon had noticed the obvious erection growing and filling out, he took his hand off his own penis and groped at the tool through his pants- which only made it worse, growing harder, faster.
In defence of his self-respect, his clawed hands were pulled back from the shoulders he gripped before him and snatched the wrist of the ape rubbing his cock through his jeans.
"Hand's off!" He barked.
"Does wolfy want a bone?" Etemon groaned, feeling a tight grip at the base of his member. He looked down. WereGarurumons hand was gripping his stiff rod, it would have hurt if he wasn't so damn horny.
"Maybe I do". WereGarurumon finally said, after what seemed like an age. Etemon grinned wide. The terms had been met. WereGarurumon shocked himself with his answer,but he had thought about it. He was hard. Etemon was hard. They were alone... he could smell their arousal mixing in the stale air between them. It smelled... good. 'Fuck it' he thought, starting to slide his hand up and down the big dick in his palm, it was wet, pre-come was coating his hand already, sticking to the thin fur there.
"Ya might wanna take those pants of boy- lest you bust a rather messy nut in 'em." Etemon laughed.
"Shut up or I'll rip your cock off." He replied, clearly irritated by all the talking. But, he was right. The City workers might get a bit suspicious seeing him washing come-stained jeans in the lake, he didn't like the fact that he was about to have sex with a Digimon he really hated, the last thing he needed was anyone finding out that he'd sunk this low. Besides... he only had one pair.
"Oh-ho! Someone's eager!" Etemon said proudly.
WereGarurumon rolled his eyes, unsnapping the buckle on his pants. "Shut up and lay down." Etemon didn't need much more than that, his member was already throbbing and fit to burst, it was time to do ths. He layed down on the stone bench, ideally, a bed would have been nice, but this was a fuck, not some pretty flowery love-making session, this was pure animal sex, to Etemon, the hard surface just added to the whole experience. Putting his hands behind his head, he stretched, flexing his muscled body out and rolling his hips, feeling his abs gyrate made his head-end leak a single bead of pre down the shaft. The wolf, in the meantime, dropped his pants, no easy task considering the size of the thick meat he was packing, it made it rather difficult indeed to get the tiny pants off. The friction of denim against his bare cock had a rather pleasurable reaction, the rough rubbing and squeezing his erection against the tight clothing brought his red rocket to full hardness. The tip smacked against his chest as it flicked free of the tight article of clothing. He was so hard it hurt, clear liquid begun leaking from the head and he resisted the urge not to lean over and blow himself right there and then while he struggled to get the pants off down passed his ankles and oversized feet.
Finally, after much trial and error, he was free of his clothes, dumping, along with his pants; knuckle dusters, belts, leather strappings and shoulder armour in to a big pile on the floor. Luckily, Etemon wore no clothes, so it was real easy for him just to pull on his prick 'til he got it up. Which, he already had. He was laid there ready and waiting on the bench, eager for it, he was trying not to touch himself because he feared the near inevitable orgasm that would follow. He'd leave that to his sexy wolf rival.
And as if on cue, nude and rock hard; WereGarurumon strode over confidently and quickly. Neither of them would last long, they knew, so they had to just get it over with. Etemon had no problems with whatever way the other male wanted to do this. It was just fun for him and fun had many positions.
Soon enough though, WereGarurumon was on him, sitting on his chest with his back to him. "Ooh yeah you overgrown beast, suck it..." And suck it he did, leaning down, legs spread either side of Etemons ribs. He took all of Etemons monkey cock down his throat, pushing his head as far down the meat pole as he could. He felt it jab his vocal chords and he had no trouble sinking his face lower, unhinging his maw and taking it so far down his throat that he could possibly see the outline against his stomach. Having no lips- it was all he could do not to scrape it with his teeth as he swallowed it whole and begun pulling back up, massaging the huge penis with his throat muscles and long tongue rather than using lips. He had practised this many times before on his own when he deepthroated himself and so knew how to be carefull not to bite to give the most pleasure he could.
Etemon had an almost identically sized rocket-tipped cock in front of him as he reached under WereGarurumons stomach pressed against his own and pulled the penis backwards so it was pointed at him and started licking the slit, tasting and swallowing the pre-come. He let out a moan of pleasure feeling WereGarurumons feet claws scrape against his ribs. He was a beast of a Digimon and being such a sexual deviant, had picked up a fondness for every kind of fetish out there; one of which being feet. And WereGarurumons huge, clawed feet were to him, one of the sexiest in the entire DigiWorld, but there wasn't much he could do with them right now other than stroke and rub them with a hand whenever he found his hands free of not trying to force the penis down his throat. He groaned again as he stuffed the other males pointed tip against his throat, relaxing his throat muscles allowed him to take about half of it down- he wasn't as skilled as his rival in that respect, but he could rub the rest of with both hands that barely fit around the entire girth of the monster.
By this time, WereGarurumon, encouraged by Etemons incesscent rubbing and licking, had begun a rather aggressive bobbing motion, pulling all the way up until the shaft in his maw almost came free, and diving back down deep until it settled neatly iside him. Etemon was in bliss, grunting and throwing his head back when he managed to take a breath from his own sucking session.
Etemon could never have been able to tell; but this was the first time WereGarurumon had sucked a member that wasn't his own. He was secretly disgusted that his first be with Etemon. But the wilder side of him practically howled in triumph at his skill! He was more than proud, but he didn't show it, he had his modesty after all. That said; he felt the first was of orgasm rumble in Etemons balls and with no little amount of pleasure, WereGarurumon swallowed, blast after blast gushed down his throat, he had to pull back slightly so he could experience the taste on his tongue. He was in heaven- sperm was one of his biggest turn ons, and getting this much had him reaching his own orgasm in no time at all.
They were coming down each others throats, Etemon, being less successful in sucking, had been even less successful in swallowing- gallons of the wolfs thick white juices flooded his mouth in an instant and shot out through his nostrils, it stung. And he would have yelled out in shock if he wasn't too busy screaming in pleasure, well-gargling with his mouth full of digi-sperm. It was all too much! He knew he wasn't going to last long, but wow! He swallowed and swalloed and still the other male wasn't done. With WereGarurumon draining Etemon of all the juice he could get, he moved his hips up and pulled himself free of Etemons mouth so that he wouldn't choke him- not that he'd mind if he choked, but he didn't want to risk having his dick bitten off in the process.
WereGarurumon, orgasm spent inside Etemon, lifted himself off the other Digimons body. Usually after he came, he'd be too tired and satisfied to do anything but fall asleep. But now, well, he didn't feel much like getting all cuddly with Etemon after all, they just had sex, it didn't mean they hated each other one bit less. Etemon, too had a similar philosphy, sitting up, he coughed loudly while packing his softening meat back inside himself, ignoring the stickyness in his own fur. The wolfs shaft took longer to go down, but while he was waiting he had started tanking his pants back on, sparing no time in even looking at Etemon, who he knew, would have a big fucking smile on his face.
"Y'know, your a good fuck-" Before Etemon could finish, WereGarurumon had clamped a hand over his mouth to keep him from saying one more word. He'd already heard enough out of him for a lifetime.
"Shut up. Now get outta here." He said with a measure of deadly seriousness. Etemon, already had the satisfaction of knowing he could get to him whenever he wanted, this, for now was all he needed. This wasn't over, he'd make sure of that. But for now he was spent. And flashed him yet another annoying grin before walking off as if nothing ever happened. Suits me just fine. Thought WereGarurumon. With all the awkward silences and quiet threats. WereGarurumon hadn't realised they'd had an audience.
Leomons voice boomed and echoed against the cliff-face. WereGarurumon stopped cold, pants stuck half-way passed his knees.
"...And what kind of training was that?" It was a rhetorical question, he hoped- because he really didn't think he could talk his way out of this mess.
-End-
