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Author's Note: As promised, some Star Wars! Another commission, this one set in the Rebels timeframe!
[story] [futa/futa] [all characters are 18+] [more below]
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With the Empire breathing down their necks, it had been a period of silence and planning for the crew of the Ghost. Even a minor mission might tip that bastard Thrawn off to their whereabouts, and if he got a read on the Ghost, there was a chance of him tracking down the rebel base. So... silence, and planning.
Silence, unfortunately, meant a lot of time onboard the ship, with only the six members of the crew. Six unusual personalities just needing to coexist, without a mission, without a plan, and with only so many ways to while away the weeks -- playing dejarik day in and day out only got one so far, especially considering the fact that Kanan couldn’t see the board, and Chopper always cheated. As such, exhaustion grew to boredom, then boredom grew to restlessness... and finally, true to the name of their cause, restlessness grew to rebellion.
“I’m gonna kill her,” Hera hissed, the emerald-skinned twi’lek stomping her way to the Ghost’s cockpit. “Mandalorian or not, I’m gonna kill her.”
“I can only assume you mean Sabine?” Kanan said calmly from the copilot’s seat, the jedi knight’s useless eyes closed in what may a moment ago have been meditation. “What did she do now?”
“Did you see what she did in the mess?” Hera’s voice rose in exasperation as she flopped down into the pilot’s chair.
“Nope,” Kanan responded, the tiniest touch of a smile touching the corner of his lips.
“...Right.” Hera’s annoyed shout became a sigh. “Sorry, Kanan.”
“It’s alright,” the blind jedi’s serene smile widened. “Tell me what happened.”
“She’s been tagging. Not just in her room, but everywhere. Those art projects are creeping up all over the ship. Now the mess hall has a detailed mural of tiny little dicks, and something tells me I’m the one who’s going to have to scrub it off.”
“You could always ask--” Kanan paused. Zeb was a master at dodging chores, Ezra had done nothing but mutter about Maul the past few weeks, and obstinance was perhaps Chopper’s dominant personality trait. Sabine wouldn’t clean up her own work without a hell of a fight, and Kanan... well, couldn’t see. It went without saying that Hera would have connected all those dots, too. “Yeah, you’ve got a point.”
Hera slumped in her seat. “I can’t really blame her for acting out. We’ve spent too long on this ship. The stress, the confinement, Thrawn around every corner...” she paused, sighed. “But I’ve got to do something.”
“You could try talking to her,” Kanan placidly suggested.
“Have you ever tried having a conversation a mandalorian didn’t want to have?”
“A few.”
“How did they end?”
“They shot a rocket at me.”
“Exactly,” Hera let out a half-chuckle. “But you’re right, obviously you’re right. Yeah. I’ll go talk to her.” The pilot hesitated, furrowing her brow a moment. “And why dicks? She’s been drawing little penises everywhere. I’ve heard of acting out, but this is pretty specific.”
“Let’s hope it’s a coincidence. The only thing I can imagine more volatile than a mandalorian is a sexually-frustrated teenage mandalorian.”
“You can say that again.”
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Sabine’s eyes snapped open at the sound of knocking on the door to her quarters, and what had been a short nap was officially interrupted. Grumbling, the girl sat up, hesitated, then shouted out “What do you want?”
“It’s Hera,” the voice called back, calm yet firm. “We need to talk.”
“What is it? Thrawn? Is Maul back?”
“I want to talk about you.”
Sabine sighed, then finally sat up fully, shifting her beskar breastplate off the edge of her bed as the very most rudimentary attempt at ‘cleaning up,’ then jabbed her finger at the panel of buttons that caused her door to hiss open. In the threshold, expectedly, was Hera, the twi’lek’s arms folded across her chest, expression showing that she was just barely holding back open annoyance. “What’s up?”
“I notice your artwork’s been ranging out across more of the ship,” Hera said, making her way into the girl’s room without asking for permission to do so.
“Here we fucking go."
“It’s something I think we’ve all been pretty tolerant of, Sabine. I respect that you do what you have to do to express yourself, but there has to be a limit to how much of the ship can be covered in paint.” The twi’lek paused, pursing her lips as she looked around the walls of Sabine’s bunkroom, noticing that the subject of her ever-changing canvas here now reflected what she’d seen in the mess hall -- dicks, everywhere. Some attached to people, some free-floating, some integrated more tastefully into part of a grander design. As usual, the work was good, but... not exactly what she’d call appropriate. “And if you did have to start vandalizing the entirety of the ship’s interior, I’d prefer you do it when you aren’t in quite such a... subversive period.”
“Oh, so now not only am I stuck in this tiny little room, you also don’t like my work?” Sabine scoffed.
“The work’s fine, and you’re free to do as much of it as you want in your room, on your gear, on your time,” Hera frowned. “I do have to ask, though -- why are all the penises so small?”
The teen blinked. “Small?”
Hera arched a brow. Surely Sabine was pulling her leg. The twi’lek gestured awkwardly to the array of dicks on the wall with one hand. “Uh, yeah. Small. Tiny, even, if we’re being honest. Does this have some kind of... I don’t know, significance?”
“They’re just normal-sized dicks. I don’t know what gamorreans you’ve been blowing, but that’s what dicks look like.”
Hera opened her mouth to respond, then hesitated. This was... quite far from any answer she’d expected. She’d thought the small size was meant to be somehow subversive, not just Sabine’s actual knowledge of what a penis looked like. Come to think of it, Sabine’s pants were really tight, and Hera had never noticed any glimpse of a bulge or outline....
The twi’lek’s vibrant green eyes flicked downward, towards the front of the mandalorian’s dark undersuit, and for the first time, actually examined her in ‘that way.’ The dark fabric made it difficult to see any major details, but after a moment she began to slowly make out the shape of a tiny, bell-shaped nub. There was no way that was... all, right? Was Sabine just incredible at tucking, or...?
“Hey, what are you staring at?!” Sabine squawked, covering herself with one hand.
“There’s no way, right?” Hera murmured under her breath, her gaze brought back up to Sabine’s face. “Is that how small you are? Does it get bigger? Is it a mandalorian thing?”
The genuineness of Hera’s stunned expression caught Sabine off guard, the soft golden tan of her cheeks reddening with a sudden blush. Hera seemed so shocked, so certain... had Sabine been wrong all along about what size it was meant to be? Her mom had always seemed awkward about the line of questioning, when she’d been growing up. Maybe there was a reason....
“Is... I, um... how big is yours?” Sabine relented at last, swallowing hard.
Hera let out a quiet sigh. Something told her this would only be easy if she decided to make it easy. Turning slightly, she pressed the button to make the door to Sabine’s quarters hiss back shut, and unfastened her belt. There was a reason the pants of the twi’lek’s uniform were so baggy, and if Sabine was ever going to learn what to expect in the world, she was going to have to learn what exactly that reason was.
She went on to unfasten the front of her gray top, though didn’t remove it entirely, showing off only the inner slopes of her firm green breasts as she hooked her thumbs into her trousers and began to pull downwards. Sabine half-gasped when she realized what was about to happen, holding one hand out and stammering out what almost became a protest... before those baggy orange pants came all the way down, revealing what had been swimming in the open space they provided. Hera’s twi’lek cock was nothing short of impressive, both in size and shape, reaching over nine, or even close to ten inches. Emerald foreskin kept its thick tip protected, and two thin tendrils dangled flanked its base, dangling from where a patch of hair might be on someone else -- a sort of pubic lekku that decorated Hera’s dick like a fleshy green mustache.
Sabine’s dark eyes widened, and remained that way as her world crumbled around her. Hera wasn’t even hard. How... how could it be that big...? “I... I had no idea twi’leks had such huge dicks.”
“Actually, twi’leks tend to be slightly smaller than average. I have a huge dick. And I would even call it that big.” Hera kicked her way out of her pants, now only in her boots, open shirt, and the lekku-band that matched the latter. “Alright, I showed you mine. Let’s see what you’re working with.”
“I... I never agreed to that!” Sabine’s blush intensified.
“You’re happy scribbling them all over the ship, but don’t want to show me your own? Some subversive art,” Hera taunted.
“It’s not--” Sabine huffed, then sighed, biting her bottom lip. Hesitantly, she brought her hands to the clasp of her own belt, looking away from Hera as she unfastened it, starting to slowly shimmy out of the skintight bottoms of her undersuit. There was a moment of hesitation as the clingy fabric passed over her slim hips, but she inhaled and continued, finally exposing her petite little girldick. Circumsized in traditional mandalorian fashion, it was small even for a teenage girl -- likely not even cresting four inches. “It’s... it’s a good size....”
“That’s what my mother told me, back on Ryloth,” Hera touched a fingertip to her lips as she examined the slim shaft, her scrutiny causing it to start struggling to harden. “The difference is, she was right, and yours lied to you.”
“Hey, she... erm...” Sabine looked from her own slender member, back to Hera’s, and swallowed hard, defeated. “Is it... is it a problem? Does it need to be bigger?”
“Oh-- oh, no!” Hera looked surprised for a moment, then chuckled. “Alright, look-- ah, sit down. You may as well take your top off, too. It seems like we might... be here for a bit.” Following her own instructions, Hera slipped her own shirt back off of her shoulders, fully revealing her beautiful breasts. For being the oldest of the Phoenix crew next to Kanan, her body showed off that maturity in select ways -- her breasts remained high and were modestly sized, her stomach as flat as ever, but it was the heart shape of those emerald hips that betrayed Hera as not a girl, but a woman. Now clad in just her boots and headdress, she took a careful seat at the edge of Sabine’s bed, her cock slowly rising in size and stiffness as she drank in every slim curve of the teen mandalorian’s figure.
Sabine’s hesitation was only brief, spurred on by watching Hera herself strip in good faith. After a moment, her top followed, leaving her in only knee-high black socks. Both nipples on her small breasts, to Hera’s very mild surprise, were pierced, with tiny marble-like insets matching the purple-tinged white of her ever-changing dyed hair. Sitting down on the bed’s head-end, she half-faced Hera, one leg demurely folded beneath her while the other dangled off the bed’s edge, her cutely small dick in full view. “Why... do I need to be naked, Hera?”
“Look, I don’t want you to think what you have isn’t sexy,” Hera shifted forward a little, placing one motherly hand on Sabine’s waist while her other hand drifted up along the girl’s inner thigh. “It’s not a problem, it’s just... different, that’s all. Will it have an effect on your relationships?” She glanced back down at Sabine’s member. Damn it was small. “Probably, yes. But that’s not always a bad thing.”
Sabine gasped, planting her hands beneath her to steady herself as Hera’s hand drifted up her thigh, to her slim shaft, taking it between her fingers and beginning to gently massage it in a slow, up and down motion. More nurturing than lewd, though at this point even Kanan would be able to see that Hera’s own alien cock was starting to rise to full life. “I... what will it change? I haven’t been with anyone before,” Sabine said uncertainly, her breathing growing heavier as she watched Hera fondle her.
“Let’s just say, this may not see a lot of use, but you’ll definitely still find people interested in you,” Hera allowed herself a small, wise smile, her groping changing more to a stroking gesture. She turned, straddling the bed and pulling a little closer. “You may just need to get used to being on the bottom, most of the time.”
“B-bottom...?” Sabine half-snarled, “you don’t mean...? No, that would be... that wouldn’t be honorable for a mandalorian warrior.”
“Oh? So every mandalorian’s always on top? I find that unlikely,” Hera hid a chuckle. “Some people are better at different things. Fucking is clearly not going to be your strong suit.”
“It could be! I can make up for any disadvantage with technique, and... strategy! Perseverance is the mandalorian way!”
Hera’s initial reflex was to hit the girl with a condescending ‘oh, honey,’ but she caught herself an instant before the words left her lips. Clearly Sabine was experiencing more than a little bit of sexual frustration, and teasing her wouldn’t make that any better. Maybe the smart thing to do would be to give the girl a crash course in what she might expect out in the world -- or, if the Empire won and there wasn’t a world to return to, make sure Sabine got to have some fun before everything came crumbling down.
“I’ll tell you what,” Hera hesitated only a moment more, then continued, “I don’t imagine you getting many opportunities to really fuck someone...” she turned to the side, facing away from Sabine, and then gracefully settled onto her knees with her head downwards, her lekku tumbling down around either side, elegant handlebars free for the taking. Facing upward towards Sabine was the alien pilot’s perfect backside, her hard-on trapped between her soft thighs, smooth sack tightened at its crest, and above that, the pristine chartreuse pucker of her narrow backdoor. “So you’re gonna fuck me, alright?”
“I... I can’t, that’s--” Sabine spluttered, her heart racing, her tiny dick stiffer than ever as she looked down at Hera’s presented backside, that tight little backdoor ready and waiting for her to slip inside. If what Hera said was true, this might be the last chance -- the only chance -- she got to do something like this, and... fuck, it wasn’t like Hera wasn’t beautiful. She’d kept fantasies about the twi’lek to herself, but despite Hera’s cock being about three times the size as it was in those fantasies, this still wasn’t something she could resist. “...Are you sure?”
“Just spit in it a few times first, alright? I’d say to start with a finger, but... I doubt that’ll really be necessary.”
A brief rush of panic left Sabine paralyzed for a moment, but the moment faded -- this was far more exciting than it was scary, and for every bit that her mind wondered if this was a bad idea, her teenage libido had a far more potent counter-opinion. Pulling up onto her knees, she at at first found her mouth too dry to spit, but gathered enough saliva in the well of her tongue to drool it over Hera’s asshole, causing it to flex and tighten, and the woman beneath to shudder with anticipated pleasure. Staying on one knee, Sabine pulled herself to a kneeling position, gaining just enough height to bring her pelvis to Hera’s upturned ass, aligning her slim member with that little hole and pressing gently against it. “Nnn... s-should... should it just go in?”
“You’ve gotta push a little, sweetie,” Hera stifled another chuckle. “Grab onto one of my lekku, that’ll help you balance.”
“For real?”
“As long as I never hear you say the word ‘handlebars,’ yes.”
“Deal.”
Reaching out, Sabine grabbed onto one of Hera’s head-tails, finding it smooth, pliable, but surprisingly firm, more like a limb than just a fleshy tentacle. Tightening her grip, she brought her slender hips back into place and pushed forward more insistently, until the tip of her slim member pushed past the slick opening and inside of Hera’s ass -- perhaps not deeply, but inside nonetheless.
“Mmnn, that’s nice,” Hera cooed casually, folding her arms in front of her to rest her head on them, pushing slightly back. In all honestly, it felt more or less like taking two fingers into her ass, no more than she did to herself nightly, but that was still enjoyable enough. As Sabine thrust clumsily into her, doing her best to correct her positioning and find anything resembling a rhythm, Hera found it almost more... relaxing, than intense. Like masturbation without doing any of the work. “How are you doing back there, Sabine?”
For the mandalorian, the experience was very different. Even with the small amount of surface area her member boasted, sliding into the slick opening of Hera’s snug backdoor was like an explosion of pleasure, a body-numbing storm of sensations she’d never experienced before. She’d jerked off, sure, but that had virtually no similarity to burying herself into a warm, slick twi’lek ass. “I’m... w-wow...” she stammered, one hand keeping tight hold of Hera’s lekku from behind, while the other rested on one of the captain’s hip. She thrust in again, harder, her cheeks flushed as she bottomed out completely in the rebel leader’s backside, tingling spreading throughout her body as she did her best to perform the way a true mandalorian should. “You’re so tight....”
“Not as tight as I imagine you are...” Hera murmured.
“Wha?”
“Nothing,” Hera grinned and leaned back into her crossed arms, tilting her head sidelong so she could easily breathe and keeping her ass popped backwards. Each frantic thrust of Sabine’s hips into her butt caused her free-floating lekku to wobble, along with the still-stiff cock and balls trapped between her thighs, just below where Sabine was eagerly thrusting away. A thin strand of precum was finally beginning to leak from her tip, creating a transparent sheen along the inside of one thigh as Sabine’s rapid thrusting grew on from seconds to minutes. Small or not, she had endurance that Hera definitely hadn’t been expecting from the girl’s first time... though all of this was beginning to feel more and more like foreplay, an appetizer to a main course. It hadn’t initially occurred to the twi’lek to demand the tables be turned, but the longer Sabine fucked her, the more Hera found herself waiting for the girl to cum so she could flip her over and find out what that perky little mandalorian ass was capable of.
“Hnnnahhh...” Sabine panted, her slim, naked figure picking up a sheen of sweat as she gave her all into thrusting her little dick into Hera’s rear, teen tits jiggling from the impact of her body into the woman’s backside. “Fffuuckk fuck fuck... I’m gonna...” the girl grit her teeth, fingers tightening into the supple jade flesh of Hera’s hip and giving one final rough ram forward, then sucking in a gasp of air as her pleasure hit its zenith. Tiny balls tightened up against her body as she let out a splurt of spunk, then a second, followed by a thinner glug of creamy white cum not sporting the same power behind it. Each pump of seed shot directly (if shallowly) into Hera’s ass, giving the twi’lek a nice little key lime creampie.
“Ooh, there we go,” Hera let out a soft moan, pulling up onto one forearm so she could reach back, spreading one asscheek to show off Sabine’s handiwork as the girl finally withdrew from her cum-stuffed hole. “How was that, Sabine?”
“It... I mean, it was amazing,” the girl panted, sitting back and planting her hands beneath her, catching her breath. Her slick member laid, softening, against her flat belly, her chest heaving. Her thoughts, though, were in disorder -- Hera didn’t seem confident in her size, and certainly hadn’t been overly rattled by her performance. Though... Hera was still hard, still drooling out that strand of precum from her throbbing girldick, so she must have been having a good time, right? “How... how was it for you?”
“Oh, I had fun,” Hera cooed, dipping one finger into her backside to coat it in Sabine’s cum, then sitting up completely and sliding it into her mouth, tasting it. “Mm, not bad -- but yes, good job for your first try. A little longer and I might have even gotten off.”
“Really?” Sabine asked breathily. She still had so much more to learn about... well, all of this. Her query was followed by a squeak of surprised when Hera pounced, pushing her lightly back against the bed and pressing her thick, throbbing girlcock against Sabine’s spent, sticky noodle, grinding it firmly up and down against the inert nub. “I... Hera, um--”
“But, I figure, since today is a day of learning, maybe it’s time I show you exactly how it feels on the other side of things,” she purred, thrusting upward again, sliding her cock back and forth against Sabine’s in slow, insistent grinding motions. “After all, as I said, that’s likely where you’ll be spending most of your time, no?”
“I... I don’t, um...” Sabine swallowed hard, uncertainty creeping through her, but... not only had Hera seemed to enjoy herself, it did seem fair, didn’t it? There was no honor in backing out now, and a true mandalorian wouldn’t back out when the situation seemed intimidating. That, and... the way Hera was insistently grinding her cock against Sabine’s own was not only reinvigorating the feistiness that had gotten her where she was now, it was coating the twi’lek’s thick jade rod in the fruits of Sabine’s labor, getting it slick and glistening for its destination. There was no turning back now. Gulping again, she nodded, laying back against her pillow and slowly spreading her slender legs, her heart racing. “Alright, just... be gentle, alright?”
“Mm, like you were gentle with me?”
“You’re a lot bigger,” Sabine stammered.
“Fair. Gentle it is.” Hera pulled in closer, positioning herself between Sabine’s spread thighs, and, unexpectedly, leaning in first for a long, warm kiss, eyes drifting shut as her lips seized the teen’s, locking her in a deep embrace. Sabine let out a soft, muffled whimper at first, but the sound faded to a moan as the kiss lingered, Hera’s hand sliding tenderly down her side, to her hip, taking hold of her.
It was a moment later that the mandalorian truly felt her heart leap, as Hera gently lifted her hips up, bringing the narrow entrance of her backside level with the throbbing green shaft that seemed so intent on piercing it. Sabine swallowed hard, throwing both hands around Hera’s back and clinging to her, returning the continued kiss -- as she felt that thick, rounded tip press up against her. “H-AAhh...!” she gasped, her arms tightening around the twi’lek, as the end of that massive shaft finally began to push inside of her. She recoiled a moment, letting out a staggered groan as she felt her body naturally resist the thing’s entry, but between the slickness and Hera’s insistence, it was only a moment more before the thing was finally, truly, inside of her. “Oh-h... oh fuck... fffnnhhhnnnghh....”
“Relax, Sabine,” Hera purred, dotting another kiss on the corner of the girl’s mouth, then nuzzling into her. She drew back slightly, then pushed back in, her hands beginning to wander, ‘distracting’ the girl beneath her with gropes and teases, fingers moving to one hardened nipple and massaging it around the cool metal within. The other hand slid up Sabine’s side, nails raking slowly over her ribs to slide beneath her back, holding the girl close as she thrust in again, then again. Sparks of pleasure rushed through her as she slowly sawed her hard cock in and out, in and out, relishing each and every inch of Sabine’s inner walls as her sensitive shaft slid back and forth across them. “Nnhaahh....”
“Fuck, fuck...” Sabine panted, digging her fingertips into Hera’s back and beginning to rock her hips forward, feet planted on either side of the twi’lek but her knees wobbling with excitement each time that cock drilled its way back into her ass, forcing her to stretch around it, to conform to it, her body being rewarded with each concession by a fresh wave of pleasure.
“Mn, sit up,” Hera said firmly, already taking action upon her own request -- shifting back from a kneeling position to a sitting one, she pulled Sabine upward and into her lap, then laid back against the bed with the young mandalorian mounted on her shaft, one hand planted against the wall to keep herself steady. The shift in position awarded no reprieve in the pace of Hera’s thrusts, though, merely adjusting them from a forward motion to an upward one. “Mmmnh, yeah, fuckkk...” she growled lustfully, slamming her hips upward to drive her cock back up into that tight hole, now able to watch every twitch and jiggle of the naked teen’s body, from the bouncing of her little pierced tits, to the lazy spiral of that tiny cock, unattended and swaying round and round with each rough thrust up into the girl’s tight asshole.
“Fhhaaahhh... it’s so big...” Sabine moaned out, steadying herself and at last beginning to return the motion of Hera’s thrusts, setting her feet back at the twi’lek’s hips and using them to kick off, then slam back down, massively increasing the friction with which Hera’s slick pillar of shimmering green girlmeat was able to ram its way up her tight ass. The pleasure in her was building more and more, her petite member not quite able to reach full stiffness again, but a swell of warm tension building in her lower belly as Hera made a woman of her, pounding her little teen butt harder and harder, faster and faster. She could feel the rise of a very different kind of orgasm inside of her, threatening to explode out... if, indeed, that wasn’t just the sensation of Hera’s cock pulsating inside of her, soon to flood her insides with a torrent of alien spunk she wasn’t sure she’d even be able to contain.
Whether or not she was prepared, though, it was coming. Just as she’d shot her nut into Hera’s backside, the twi’lek would have her vengeance -- a long, hoarse moan hit its crescendo in a scream as Hera gave one final upward thrust, burying her thick cock to the root in Sabine’s ass and unloading shot after shot of hot spunk inside of her. Sabine’s blissful gasp was accompanied by a weak stream of precum from her own slim, spent penis as she felt warm creaminess bloom inside of her, radiating heat through her slender frame as Hera’s climax released a burst of cum worthy of the size of her throbbing green girldick.
“Eeuuhhh... h-haah, it’s leaking out,” Sabine groaned hotly, holding her arms out and glancing down, watching the captain’s cum drip out of her overstuffed hole and trickling around the pulsing rod that had pumped it into her. “I can’t believe you... came so much....”
“It’s been a little while,” Hera offered a small smirk, bringing her hand from one of Sabine’s hips to stuff a finger into her alongside her own cock, coaxing a little more of her alien seed to trickle forth before holding her goo-coated finger to the mandalorian’s lips. Hesitant for only an instant, Sabine opened her mouth, gently licking the woman’s finger clean, remaining anally mounted on the shaft within her. “So, how was that?”
“I, um...” Sabine paused. Her head was still swimming after all that had happened, so sudden yet so... satisfying, leaving her with a number of conflicting thoughts she had nowhere near the time to resolve. “That... I... yeah,” she finally answered sheepishly. “Maybe if you came back some time, we could try again, and I could make up my mind then?”
Grinning, Hera pulled up into a sitting position, hands cupping Sabine’s perky butt as she pressed her belly up into the teen’s small, limp girldick. She planted another long kiss on the mandalorian’s lips, then purred, “If I do, will you keep you artistic expression to your own stuff?”
“Promise.”
Well, that was a problem solved. Not exactly in the manner Hera had expected, but a good leader did what worked. This had worked, and she planned on making it work... again and again and again.
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