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"writing": "By the time the clock struck midnight, Frankie was already logged in and waiting in the queue. Her current video game obsession, a futuristic MMO called \"DragonTech 3\", was releasing a brand-new, fiendishly-challenging endgame event for the most dedicated players. It was advertised as a mix of puzzle, platformer, and action elements, required a full squad of teammates, and the developers bragged that it was so brutally difficult that anyone who managed to beat it in the first twenty-four hours would be given a special real-world prize and a unique in-game cosmetic item.\n\nThe heavily-pregnant canine cross was set up and recording in her signature red hoodie, supplied with a mountain of snack food and a minifridge full of energy drinks. She was rooted in her gaming chair with no intent on moving until she had that sweet, sweet victory. The 'punky, quirky gamer-girl' known online as [b]BigBadWolf [/b]already had a sizable collection of viewers, and she was banking on this event sending her view count (and donation count) into the stratosphere. Aaron was working overnight at the hospital, and he wasn't going to be off shift for at least another six hours, which gave her plenty of time to get focused.\n\nThe event began easily enough with a sort of 'escape room'-style puzzle, where she and her squad had to work their way out of a room before it collapsed and killed all their characters, forcing them to start over. Frankie thought the puzzle room would be a breeze, but unfortunately after the first restart she realized that her flawless memory was going to get her so far - the room had randomized elements that made it different each time. That was her first clue that the night was not going to go as easily as she originally planned.\n\nAfter the first few hours of trying to escape the increasingly-frustrating puzzle room, Frankie noticed she was starting to cramp up. She adjusted her position in her seat and grimaced, and one of her teammates asked her if everything was alright. \"I'm fine,\" she grumbled back, \"just ...frustrated. This room is fucking garbage!\"\n\nShe heard laughter from her headset as her in-game teammates agreed. She played it off but she was starting to worry - these were not frustration cramps. This was her third baby, and she knew her own body well enough to recognize the signs of early labour. But she wasn't due for weeks, and more importantly she could not miss this chance to be on the DragonTech leaderboards. Aaron was supposed to be home in a few hours, maybe she could get him to take care of the dirty work... but she'd have to keep him off-camera, which meant he'd have to figure out another way of recording it.\n\n\"Wolf!\" one of her teammates barked, \"Hit the switch for fucks' sake!\"\n\n\"Fuck!\" Frankie barked back as the room collapsed again, and the 'Game Over' screen faded into view. \"Ow!\"\n\n\"Ow?\" one of her teammates parroted.\n\n\"Y'know,\" Frankie hesitated, \"falling ceiling and all that. In the game. Ow.\" Again, she was trying to cover for the fact that these cramps were really starting to bother her. She didn't feel comfortable calling them 'contractions' yet as they were still several minutes apart, but they were getting distracting. She muted her mic and jabbed a finger into her midsection. \"If you keep me from getting on the leaderboards...\" she threatened before unmuting herself.\n\nShe sporadically muted and unmuted as she grew more and more frustrated and more and more apprehensive as the hours wore on. Her labor was definitely starting, she admitted to herself - the cramps were getting stronger, more regular, and more frequent. And Aaron still wasn't going to be home for a while.\n\nBy the time Frankie and her team finally finished the first encounter, she was grimacing through contractions every few minutes, trying to disguise it as increasing frustration with her teammates. She looked at the clock - it was just past four in the morning. Frankie grit her teeth. Aaron wouldn't be home for another two hours at least, but she was more concerned about her team's ability to finish the endgame adventure in twenty-four hours if the first encounter took them this long.\n\nThe second area of the adventure was very much combat-focused - Frankie and the other players had to run through zone after zone of endlessly-spawning enemies in order to reach the end of the zone, but her teammate [b]Wrong_Wreptile[/b] pointed out a series of numbers on the bottom of the screen shortly before the now-familiar 'game over' screen popped up again for seemingly no reason.\n\n\"What the fuck was that?\" someone shouted into their mic.\n\n\"It looked like some sort of code,\" Wreptile answered.\n\n\"Code?\" someone else replied, \"What do you mean, I didn't see anything!\"\n\n\"Those numbers, at the bottom of the screen. Just before we died. You didn't see that?\"\n\n\"No, Wrep, what the fuck are you talking about? There was no 'code' just the fucking death screen.\"\n\n\"Let's try it again, see if it pops up again.\"\n\nThe team tried the zone again, and this time Frankie saw the numbers. \"I see them!\" she gasped, her breath cut short by a particularly sharp cramp, \"Right after I killed that dude with the red helmet! That's when the numbers popped up! \n\n\"Okay, great, what do we do with them?\" someone else asked. \n\n\"Not sure, but maybe we're on some sort of timer, we need to do something with the code before we all-\" she was cut off by the 'game over' message. \"...die.\"\n\nThe team spent many painful hours engaged in trial-and-error gameplay, trying to figure out what the sequence of numbers meant, and how to not die once they got it. They eventually found out that the code needed to be put into a control panel back near the start, and then it would open a door so they could push forward and progress the level. But there were more codes, and they quickly figured out that someone who entered a code once couldn't do it a second time, so it ended up being a sort of relay race - someone would kill the special enemy, run back, input the codes, run back to the fight, a new special enemy would spawn, then someone ELSE would have to kill them, run back, input the code, and so on. The task itself was simple enough, but the sheer amount of enemies and the vast distances required, especially at the end, meant that each aspect of the encounter had to be executed flawlessly, timed almost down to the second. They spent many more hours fine-tuning each part of the encounter, even going so far as to trade items back and forth to make sure the final 'runner' was properly geared with speed-boosting items and skills to help them make the run from the end of the level back to the start in time. But that meant that the other team members had to protect them, because equipping more speed-based gear meant less slots available for attacking and defending.\n\nIt was half-past seven in the morning when Aaron came home, and by this point Frankie was having to physically hold her legs together. \"Just a sec,\" she grunted, hearing the apartment door slam, \"my roommate's home...just a sec guys... Hey! Straw boy!\" She shouted towards the door, turning behind her without turning off the camera, \"I'm in the middle of something and I think Rolo's coming over!\"\n\nAaron, still slightly disoriented from the commute home, only offered a halfhearted \"huh?\" as he took off his shoes. He and Frankie had been living together for some time now, as roommates and business partners. Aaron's job as a neonatal nurse and Frankie's rising gaming career paid the aboveboard bills, while the content that the porcine nurse stole with his hidden cameras in the maternity and labor wards paid for everything else - after it had been edited and distributed through Frankie to the interested parties. \"What do you mean Rolo's coming over?\" he asked cautiously, wary of the way she said she was 'in the middle of something.' If she was recording, someone else might hear their conversation, but that made it all the more exciting to him, speaking in code, operating just out of view and earshot. \n\n\"I mean,\" Frankie grunted, \"that Rolo is coming over, and I'm recording so I won't be able to hang out with you guys! You'll have to handle him on your own!\"\n\nAaron's brain kicked into gear. 'Rolo' was Frankie's unborn cub, fathered by a deer boy that the pair used to babysit. But he wasn't supposed to be due for almost a month! \"A little early, isn't it?\" he replied, \"why can't you just take a break from recording for a bit and come back later?\"\n\nFrankie snorted in frustration. \"There is no [i]later[/i],\" she tried to explain, \"I've got a team together and we have to beat this event today! Do you have any idea how long it took to get this group together?\"\n\n\"Why today?\" Aaron probed, \"What's so important about it?\"\n\n\"We have to beat this event within twenty-four hours of launch or else we miss a one-of-a-kind item,\" Frankie retorted, \"and a spot on the leaderboards.\"\n\nAaron folded his arms, unconvinced, but Frankie was adamant. \"Think of the views\" she insisted, \"just deal with him until I finish this. You guys can hang out and do whatever and I'll join you when I'm done.\"\n\n\"Hang out and do whatever, hmm?\" Aaron prodded. The last time he got an opportunity like that was...well, he almost had one with Tom's sister Beth. And he had a little bit of one with Frankie herself when she was born, but carte blanche with little Rolo wasn't something he could consider turning down. \n\n\"Whatever you want,\" Frankie repeated, giving him a wink that turned into a grimace as she shuffled in her gaming chair.\n\n\"And you're not moving out of that chair?\"\n\n\"Not an inch,\" Frankie hinted, pointing under the desk, off-camera.\n\nIt didn't look like there was a lot of space under there, but Aaron had a variety of cameras designed for small, out-of-the-way places. He made a mental checklist of everything he'd need and started to gather it while Frankie and her team restarted the event. \n\nQuietly, Aaron snuck in and out of Frankie's studio space, careful to stay out of the webcam's sight while he ferried towels, recording equipment, and a few medical tools lifted from work into the tiny space under the desk. He hadn't even changed out of his scrubs yet! So much for not taking his work home, he thought to himself. After troubleshooting a few spycams in the confined space he ended up deciding on a wearable one, with a small light aimed upwards at Frankie's gaming chair. And all the while, the canine cursed and swore at the game and her teammates, shuffling uncontrollably and occasionally stuffed her hand between her legs. \n\n\"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying,\" Aaron mumbled without being asked. He didn't exactly have a lot of time to test his hastily thrown-together setup, he just had to hope everything was working properly. When he was reasonably sure that he was ready to go, he tapped the inside of Frankie's thigh, wordlessly asking her to spread her legs. Frankie had already done him the courtesy of going bottomless, and the boar was greeted with the sight of the heart-shaped birthmark on the inside of her right thigh, as well as a sliver of wispy, wet hair between her lower lips. Rolo was going to be a blonde, it appeared. It wasn't a sight the boar was unfamiliar with - Aaron had helped deliver her two previous cubs after all, as well as Frankie herself from her father Kelly. \"This feels familiar,\" Aaron mumbled with a grin, recalling Frankie's breech legs flopping out from Kelly's thighs in that bathroom stall. \n\nFrankie let out a hesitant sigh as she tried to relax, and she could feel Rolo's head slipping back inside and out of sight. All she had to do was focus on the next encounter, she told herself, and Aaron could handle the rest. She couldn't let Rolo steal any more of her attention. She couldn't let him win. But even just handling the encounter was testing her patience. Even after her team was as prepared as they could possibly be, the event was brutally unforgiving. Each movement had to be precise, and it got to the point where they would restart on purpose if they were late on even a single milestone. But the extra cursing, swearing, and general frustration gave Frankie ample cover to push when she needed to without attracting any undue attention.\n\nAaron watched closely from under the desk, keeping a hand on or near Rolo's head as it slipped in and out of sight every few minutes. He was still acting like he was at work in the hospital, remaining professional and not interfering unless he needed to. But after a few halfhearted pushes from Frankie he started to get a little more intimate. He curled a finger around Rolo's platinum-blonde locks, then moved his finger gently around the edge of the visible crown and against the sensitive skin of Frankie's labia. The canine jumped.\n\n\"The fuck are you doing?\" she accused, then quickly corrected herself as she realized she was still live on the mic. \"We need to restart,\" she ordered, \"we're too far behind already, the special enemy didn't spawn in time. Let's just ...try again.\" She leaned back in her chair and put her hand across the top of her pregnant midsection after making her character walk off a cliff to get to the 'game over' screen faster, and shot a dirty look at Aaron. \n\n\"You said 'whatever you want', remember?\" the boar winked. \n\n\"With Rolo,\" she corrected, \"Keep him out of my fur so I can finish this in time! We're more than eight hours in!\" Her voice was straining, and Aaron could tell. She was trying not to push, maybe even trying to ignore Rolo entirely. \n\nIt made sense, Aaron thought. Her first delivery was a brutal, traumatic experience, and with a 'flawless' memory like Frankie's, the feelings probably lingered. Her second delivery was less painful but probably more humiliating, as her daughter's head brought her to several unintentional orgasms as it rubbed against the inside of her birth canal. So with Rolo, maybe she was trying to be more in control, to the point of busying herself with something else and putting her third cub on the back burner. \"Fine,\" Aaron replied, \"we'll try and stay out of the big bad wolf's way! But...\" Aaron reached down and fumbled to undo his pants, making his intentions obvious.\n\n\"Seriously?\" Frankie rolled her eyes.\n\n\"Whatever I want,\" Aaron repeated again, \"with Rolo.\" He tugged down his pants down the rest of the way, covering his lap with one of the towels he brought instead. \n\n\"Ugh,\" the canine grunted, \"Whatever.\"\n\nFrankie resumed her game, trying to focus on the screen. When she started to cramp up she merely held her breath, and Aaron could watch Rolo's head slip further out before sliding back in and almost out of sight. This carried on for several minutes, and it seemed for a while that this damn cub was never going to be born because his mommy was too busy playing video games.\n\nFinally, at a little after nine 'clock, Frankie's team looked like they were set for a perfect run. Every movement was flawless, every shot landed. Enemies went down in record time, and it looked like they were finally going to beat the encounter after literally hundreds of attempts. Aaron watched, kneeling on the towels under the desk as Frankie's entire body tensed up, and she leaned forward in her chair as much as her bloated body would allow before lurching back and throwing her arms up in a triumphant howl. \"Wooo!\" She exclaimed, kicking her feet up before letting out a surprised yelp as Rolo's entire head squirted out from between her legs. Even Aaron let out a shocked gasp as the molded head exploded into view, splattering him with fluid.\n\n\"You okay?\" one of her teammates asked.\n\n\"Y-yeah,\" Frankie panted, looking down in disbelief at the baby's deer-like head between her thighs. She saw the matted, curly white hair, the floppy cervine ears, and the grinning face of Aaron as he moved to inspect it. \"Yeah,\" she repeated, bringing her focus back to the game, \"almost fell out of my chair.\" She found herself grinning, despite the almost overwhelming pressure in her gut and lower back. She was winning.\n\nAaron held his hands out for a moment, ready to catch the rest of the baby in case it tumbled out all at once, but nothing happened after Frankie settled back into her chair. Aaron took that as permission to get more involved, and he leaned in to feel and inspect the protruding head in detail. Except for the shockingly white hair, Rolo looked like he was going to have a very dark coat, almost black. The boar ran his hands over Rolo's molded head, feeling the wet curly hair under his fingers. He massaged the boy's long, deer-like ears, and then moved his hands to the boy's wet, triangular nose and his drooling mouth. His heart was racing. Even being this close to the emerging baby was something he would never have felt comfortable doing at a hospital or clinic. His manhood felt like it was going erupt right there, twitching and spasming as his heart raced. He ran his fingers over the baby's smooth, glistening lips. He had to go further. His feather-light, exploratory touch turned into a firm grip around Rolo's chin. He could feel something wrapped around Rolo's neck - a loop of cord? No, two loops! He marked that down as something to deal with later as he tried to manipulate the slimy head into a more favorable position.\n\nFrankie grimaced and shuffled in her seat, but avoided looking down under the desk at the way Aaron was manhandling her baby. She refused to pay either of them anymore mind. The hard part was over, she thought, all Aaron had to do was just pull it out, right? So what was he waiting for?\n\n\"Just get it over with,\" she huffed.\n\n\"Eager to get on with it, Wolf?\" came a voice over the speakers. Frankie's mic was still hot.\n\n\"Yeah,\" she replied without missing a beat, \"We've been here for, what, nine hours now? I just wanna get to the boss.\"\n\n\"I think this is him coming up,\" another teammate chimed in.\n\n\"Where, though?\"\n\nSure enough the final door opened up to a mechanical-looking room, with lots of gears, pipes, and vents. After investigating almost every surface for a clue, one of the vents opened to a small ventilation shaft. The team followed the duct, one after the other, until they emerged in the underbelly of some sort of technological-looking facility. Boilers, scaffolding, and other decorative bits lined every wall, but the place was massive, and it was no longer obvious which way was the right way to go. They would have to find their way through the facility on their own.\n\nWhile Frankie and her team were busy getting lost, Aaron was busy rotating Rolo's half-born body to one side for easier access. He had the chance to try things he'd never tried before, things he'd never imagined doing in the hospital. Things that brought him back to that bathroom stall as a kid when he first laid eyes on that heart-shaped birthmark. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Aaron grabbed the baby's chin and planted his other hand on the back of the fawn's head to force him into a [i]deep[/i], passionate, one-sided kiss.\n\nHe could taste Frankie's secretions clinging to the baby's lips, and as he pushed his tongue inside the baby's mouth he could taste the bitter amniotic fluid mixed with Rolo's own salty saliva. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He pulled away and licked his lips, the pig almost quivering with anticipation. Rolo was almost here and it didn't seem like Frankie was anywhere near done playing her little game. Aaron knew was going to get the opportunity for many more satisfyingly sloppy kisses as soon as the deer-boy was born, he just had to find a way to deal with that umbilical cord he felt earlier. But he couldn't resist for long. He reoriented Rolo's head and embraced him again, sliding his tongue along the deer boy's toothless gums and the roof of his mouth. He kept the baby in place with one hand while the other reached between his legs, fumbling under the towel to stroke himself.\n\nFrankie was still doing her best to ignore the boys, instead wandering her way through this maze of a complex, pausing only to fight a few low-level enemies sporadically placed to reassure the team that they were going the right way. It was a challenging mix of platforming and exploration - first they had to figure out which way to go to actually make progress, then they had to actually get there.\n\nAaron tried to hook his finger around one of the loops of cord around Rolo's neck, but it held fast. It was either pulled taut or caught on something he couldn't see, and neither option was particularly reassuring. He tried to unwrap the other loop, but it was similarly stubborn. He could clamp and cut the cord now to make it easier, or- he pondered. Rolo didn't look terribly large. If he could get one shoulder out, he could support the head and sort of flip his body out while keeping the head in one spot, then unwrap the cord and go from there. \n\nNext time Frankie tried to stifle a contraction, Aaron pushed down the side of Rolo's head to try and get one of his shoulders closer to the birth canal. Frankie grunted and adjusted her seat, and the motion ended up squeezing just the barest bit of Rolo's right shoulder into view. It was enough. Aaron slid two fingers along Rolo's back and grabbed him by the armpit, then wrenched his shoulder and arm free with a wet slurping noise. He felt Frankie shudder. Rolo's arm was covered in the same dark grayish-brown fur as his head, and Aaron could see a few white fawn-spots along his shoulder blade.\n\n\"Almost there,\" Aaron soothed as Frankie gripped the sides of her chair. He couldn't pull Rolo straight out because of the cord around his neck, so he pushed the fawn's head into Frankie's thigh and tried to pull the rest of his body out with his other hand. \"One more little push,\" Aaron insisted.\n\n\"I'm busy,\" Frankie replied harshly. She wasn't going to give up now. \"Yeah,\" she replied into the mic, \"Roommate is just bugging me for attention. Apparently he forgot about the conversation we had earlier about dealing with our guest until I was done with this.\"\n\nAaron rolled his eyes. Fine, he thought, he would do it himself. He wrapped his hand around Rolo's torso and tried to flip him out, keeping one hand on his head to try to avoid pulling on the umbilical cord. He had to twist his wrist in all sorts of uncomfortable motions but eventually the melanistic fawn's hips were coaxed out and the rest of his body tumbled into Aaron's waiting hands with a splash. Aaron quickly grabbed the newborn by the ankles and held him up to unwrap the cord once, then twice. The first thing Aaron noticed was that the umbilical cord was unusually short, just over a foot long between Rolo's belly and Frankie's birth canal. That would explain why the cord was so tight, he thought. The next thing he noticed was that Rolo was very, very floppy. His arms and legs dangled limply as Aaron turned him this way and tried to untangle him. The third thing he noticed was that Rolo had hooves, unlike the baby's family which all had five toes like Aaron. It wasn't terribly unusual, but hooves were a recessive trait that would make the boy all the more unique. And it was indeed a boy, Aaron quickly confirmed, his eyes darting to a pudgy little scrotum and a stubby, flaccid shaft between the fawn's legs.\n\n\"There he is!\" Aaron exclaimed, trying to flip the fawn so that he was facing upwards towards Frankie, \"say hi!\" he grabbed one of Rolo's arms and flopped it up and down, making him wave. \n\n\"[b]Fuck off![/b]\" Frankie grunted, only stealing a quick glance, \"we're almost at the boss!\" \n\n\"Rude,\" Aaron replied bluntly, flipping Rolo around again to make sure his little spycam got a full frontal view of the newborn. \"Why even bother fighting the boss when the best loot already dropped?\" he retorted, drinking in the baby's features. He was small, maybe somewhere between five and six pounds, with a white underbelly to match the white spots along his back and the silvery hair on his head. He was totally limp, and it didn't look like he was breathing. A thumb inside his mouth revealed that his tongue and gums were a bluish-purple hue.\n\n\"Say hi, Rolo,\" Aaron repeated, grabbing one of the towels he brought under the desk with him and rubbing rapidly along the fawn's chest to dry him off and try and provoke him into crying. His eyes darted towards the umbilical cord stretched between dog and deer. Now that it was untangled, Aaron could see it twitching gently in time with Frankie's slightly agitated heartbeat. A few fingers on Rolo's chest after he was done rubbing revealed that the fawn also had a pulse, but it was slow and faint. The boar was concerned but not panicked, after all he was trained for exactly this sort of scenario.\n\nFrankie was also growing slightly concerned at the silence after Aaron told Rolo to introduce himself. Her first baby, Bartolomeo, was only quiet for a moment or two. Her second baby, Ashley, came out screaming. But Rolo certainly seemed to be taking his time to come around. She couldn't let herself be distracted, she reminded herself, Aaron had it under control. He was a nurse, she told herself, he did this all day. And the final boss was coming up, so she had to focus. \"Get him outta here,\" she ordered.\n\n\"Can't,\" Aaron replied quickly, giving a tug on the umbilical cord to remind Frankie that she and Rolo were still attached. \n\n\"No,\" Frankie corrected into the headset, talking over her roommate, \"My roommate and his friend are just being annoying. Just cut it and fuck off,\" she ordered, before growling into the mic to address her teammates. \"No, out,\" she corrected again, \"cut it out. This is it! This is the boss!\" It was getting harder and harder to disguise what was actually going on, and she hoped that the game's final encounter would provide a welcome distraction for both her and the rest of her team.\n\nAaron held Rolo up upside-down by his ankles again in the cramped space underneath the desk, and rubbed the fawn's back briskly. He made sure the fawn was facing away from him, not only for better leverage when he rubbed, but also so Frankie could get an eyeful of her son's bits as they bounced and wobbled. \"He's got a cute butt,\" he commented, trying to get her attention, \"and he'll have a cute little tail too, once it dries off and fluffs out!\"\n\nIn the hospital, Rolo would be on oxygen by now, on a warm exam table with a team of nurses surrounding him to try and get him breathing. Here by himself under Frankie's desk, however, Aaron's options were limited. He didn't have a ventilator, and he didn't have a warming table. Fortunately, he also didn't have a team of doctors and nurses breathing down his neck, so he was free to try more... [i]unorthodox [/i]methods of resuscitation. He laid Rolo on his back with his head in his lap, and lifted one of the fawn's lean legs to expose his tailhole. \"Tom told me he does this to calves on the farm all the time,\" he announced, pushing the tip of his pinkie finger between the fawn's buttocks and twisting it from side to side. \n\nThe fawn's pucker instinctively clamped down around the boar's digit before slowly relaxing, allowing Aaron to push a little bit deeper before he clamped down again. He could see Rolo's expressionless, sleeping face starting to turn into a grimace. \"There we go, little guy!\" he encouraged, jamming his finger in further. \"Look, I think he likes it!\"\n\nFrankie refused to give the boar under her desk the attention he was seeking. Instead, she focused instead on the appearance of the game's final boss, an enormous centaur-like robot. The mechanical creature summoned wave after wave of enemies for Frankie and her party to fight through, until Frankie caught a glimpse of one of those red-helmeted enemies from earlier. But before she could say anything, her party was wiped out with a single explosive attack from the boss. She slammed her hand on the desk, knocking over the empty energy drink cans piled up beside her. She then heard a gurgling noise from underneath the desk, and looked down to see Aaron's finger buried underneath the fawn's triangular tail. Her baby was starting to come to, and as much of a relief as that was, it meant that her studio was about to be very, very noisy. And even her expensive, noise-cancelling headphones wouldn't be enough to block out that distraction.\n\n\"I told you to get him out of here!\" Frankie hissed, pointing to the door. \"No, I think I hit the desk too hard and woke the kid up,\" Frankie explained into the mic, \"yeah, no, our friend brought his kid over, couldn't leave him home alone, you know. My roommate is just helping him out, new dad and all...\"\n\nOnce Rolo made a noise, Aaron quickly pulled his finger out and flipped the newborn fawn over to rub his back again, pausing every few seconds to slap him on the bottom. Rolo gagged and gasped, quickly creating a dark spot on the towel from the fluids he was coughing up. Aaron leaned over and shoved two fingers into the newborn's mouth to try and scoop out the rest.\n\nFrankie was getting nervous again. If Rolo started crying - like, really crying - there was only so much she could do to disguise the noise. And she wasn't sacrificing her game for him, not after coming this far. \"Out,\" she commanded again, \"I mean it! We're so close!\"\n\n\"Me too,\" Aaron mumbled. Frankie quickly glanced down to see that the boar's naked member was actually throbbing as he roughly resuscitated her baby. He looked like he could explode at any time, right under her desk. \n\n\"Men,\" Frankie sighed, returning her gaze to the screen. \"The dudes with the red helmets are back,\" she informed her team as they restarted, \"I bet we're gonna have to find more codes for whatever reason.\" Sure enough, when she blew up the specially-marked enemy, she got a strange sequence of symbols on the bottom of her screen. \"Now what?\" she asked as the boss charged up its team-wiping attack, \"What do I do with this code? Everyone look around for somewhere to put it! Buttons, screens, consoles, anything!\"\n\nBut before they could find out what to do with this new code, the boss finished charging its attack and they had to reset the encounter again.\n\nWith Rolo slowly coming back to life, Aaron felt confident clamping the cord with the tools he lifted from work. He clamped it as far away from Rolo as possible, knowing he could always trim it down later. But he wanted to get as many pictures and videos of Rolo as he possibly could, and a long umbilical cord contributed to the appearance of 'newness' that was so important to him in his visual work. A clamped cord could be days, even weeks old. But an intact, full cord could only be found on a baby whose age was measured in hours, or even minutes.\n\nAaron clamped the cord and then cut it, managing to salvage maybe eight or nine inches from the newborn's unusually short cord. Enough to have the end out-of-frame and give the illusion of it being still attached to the placenta. He then rolled the towel up around Rolo's tiny body and started to crawl out from under the Big Bad Wolf's desk. \"Come find us when you're done,\" he winked before sneaking out of the room.\n\n[center]To be continued....[/center]",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "By the time the clock struck midnight, Frankie was already logged in and waiting in the queue. Her current video game obsession, a futuristic MMO called "DragonTech 3", was releasing a brand-new, fiendishly-challenging endgame event for the most dedicated players. It was advertised as a mix of puzzle, platformer, and action elements, required a full squad of teammates, and the developers bragged that it was so brutally difficult that anyone who managed to beat it in the first twenty-four hours would be given a special real-world prize and a unique in-game cosmetic item.
The heavily-pregnant canine cross was set up and recording in her signature red hoodie, supplied with a mountain of snack food and a minifridge full of energy drinks. She was rooted in her gaming chair with no intent on moving until she had that sweet, sweet victory. The 'punky, quirky gamer-girl' known online as BigBadWolf already had a sizable collection of viewers, and she was banking on this event sending her view count (and donation count) into the stratosphere. Aaron was working overnight at the hospital, and he wasn't going to be off shift for at least another six hours, which gave her plenty of time to get focused.
The event began easily enough with a sort of 'escape room'-style puzzle, where she and her squad had to work their way out of a room before it collapsed and killed all their characters, forcing them to start over. Frankie thought the puzzle room would be a breeze, but unfortunately after the first restart she realized that her flawless memory was going to get her so far - the room had randomized elements that made it different each time. That was her first clue that the night was not going to go as easily as she originally planned.
After the first few hours of trying to escape the increasingly-frustrating puzzle room, Frankie noticed she was starting to cramp up. She adjusted her position in her seat and grimaced, and one of her teammates asked her if everything was alright. "I'm fine," she grumbled back, "just ...frustrated. This room is fucking garbage!"
She heard laughter from her headset as her in-game teammates agreed. She played it off but she was starting to worry - these were not frustration cramps. This was her third baby, and she knew her own body well enough to recognize the signs of early labour. But she wasn't due for weeks, and more importantly she could not miss this chance to be on the DragonTech leaderboards. Aaron was supposed to be home in a few hours, maybe she could get him to take care of the dirty work... but she'd have to keep him off-camera, which meant he'd have to figure out another way of recording it.
"Wolf!" one of her teammates barked, "Hit the switch for fucks' sake!"
"Fuck!" Frankie barked back as the room collapsed again, and the 'Game Over' screen faded into view. "Ow!"
"Ow?" one of her teammates parroted.
"Y'know," Frankie hesitated, "falling ceiling and all that. In the game. Ow." Again, she was trying to cover for the fact that these cramps were really starting to bother her. She didn't feel comfortable calling them 'contractions' yet as they were still several minutes apart, but they were getting distracting. She muted her mic and jabbed a finger into her midsection. "If you keep me from getting on the leaderboards..." she threatened before unmuting herself.
She sporadically muted and unmuted as she grew more and more frustrated and more and more apprehensive as the hours wore on. Her labor was definitely starting, she admitted to herself - the cramps were getting stronger, more regular, and more frequent. And Aaron still wasn't going to be home for a while.
By the time Frankie and her team finally finished the first encounter, she was grimacing through contractions every few minutes, trying to disguise it as increasing frustration with her teammates. She looked at the clock - it was just past four in the morning. Frankie grit her teeth. Aaron wouldn't be home for another two hours at least, but she was more concerned about her team's ability to finish the endgame adventure in twenty-four hours if the first encounter took them this long.
The second area of the adventure was very much combat-focused - Frankie and the other players had to run through zone after zone of endlessly-spawning enemies in order to reach the end of the zone, but her teammate Wrong_Wreptile pointed out a series of numbers on the bottom of the screen shortly before the now-familiar 'game over' screen popped up again for seemingly no reason.
"What the fuck was that?" someone shouted into their mic.
"It looked like some sort of code," Wreptile answered.
"Code?" someone else replied, "What do you mean, I didn't see anything!"
"Those numbers, at the bottom of the screen. Just before we died. You didn't see that?"
"No, Wrep, what the fuck are you talking about? There was no 'code' just the fucking death screen."
"Let's try it again, see if it pops up again."
The team tried the zone again, and this time Frankie saw the numbers. "I see them!" she gasped, her breath cut short by a particularly sharp cramp, "Right after I killed that dude with the red helmet! That's when the numbers popped up!
"Okay, great, what do we do with them?" someone else asked.
"Not sure, but maybe we're on some sort of timer, we need to do something with the code before we all-" she was cut off by the 'game over' message. "...die."
The team spent many painful hours engaged in trial-and-error gameplay, trying to figure out what the sequence of numbers meant, and how to not die once they got it. They eventually found out that the code needed to be put into a control panel back near the start, and then it would open a door so they could push forward and progress the level. But there were more codes, and they quickly figured out that someone who entered a code once couldn't do it a second time, so it ended up being a sort of relay race - someone would kill the special enemy, run back, input the codes, run back to the fight, a new special enemy would spawn, then someone ELSE would have to kill them, run back, input the code, and so on. The task itself was simple enough, but the sheer amount of enemies and the vast distances required, especially at the end, meant that each aspect of the encounter had to be executed flawlessly, timed almost down to the second. They spent many more hours fine-tuning each part of the encounter, even going so far as to trade items back and forth to make sure the final 'runner' was properly geared with speed-boosting items and skills to help them make the run from the end of the level back to the start in time. But that meant that the other team members had to protect them, because equipping more speed-based gear meant less slots available for attacking and defending.
It was half-past seven in the morning when Aaron came home, and by this point Frankie was having to physically hold her legs together. "Just a sec," she grunted, hearing the apartment door slam, "my roommate's home...just a sec guys... Hey! Straw boy!" She shouted towards the door, turning behind her without turning off the camera, "I'm in the middle of something and I think Rolo's coming over!"
Aaron, still slightly disoriented from the commute home, only offered a halfhearted "huh?" as he took off his shoes. He and Frankie had been living together for some time now, as roommates and business partners. Aaron's job as a neonatal nurse and Frankie's rising gaming career paid the aboveboard bills, while the content that the porcine nurse stole with his hidden cameras in the maternity and labor wards paid for everything else - after it had been edited and distributed through Frankie to the interested parties. "What do you mean Rolo's coming over?" he asked cautiously, wary of the way she said she was 'in the middle of something.' If she was recording, someone else might hear their conversation, but that made it all the more exciting to him, speaking in code, operating just out of view and earshot.
"I mean," Frankie grunted, "that Rolo is coming over, and I'm recording so I won't be able to hang out with you guys! You'll have to handle him on your own!"
Aaron's brain kicked into gear. 'Rolo' was Frankie's unborn cub, fathered by a deer boy that the pair used to babysit. But he wasn't supposed to be due for almost a month! "A little early, isn't it?" he replied, "why can't you just take a break from recording for a bit and come back later?"
Frankie snorted in frustration. "There is no later," she tried to explain, "I've got a team together and we have to beat this event today! Do you have any idea how long it took to get this group together?"
"Why today?" Aaron probed, "What's so important about it?"
"We have to beat this event within twenty-four hours of launch or else we miss a one-of-a-kind item," Frankie retorted, "and a spot on the leaderboards."
Aaron folded his arms, unconvinced, but Frankie was adamant. "Think of the views" she insisted, "just deal with him until I finish this. You guys can hang out and do whatever and I'll join you when I'm done."
"Hang out and do whatever, hmm?" Aaron prodded. The last time he got an opportunity like that was...well, he almost had one with Tom's sister Beth. And he had a little bit of one with Frankie herself when she was born, but carte blanche with little Rolo wasn't something he could consider turning down.
"Whatever you want," Frankie repeated, giving him a wink that turned into a grimace as she shuffled in her gaming chair.
"And you're not moving out of that chair?"
"Not an inch," Frankie hinted, pointing under the desk, off-camera.
It didn't look like there was a lot of space under there, but Aaron had a variety of cameras designed for small, out-of-the-way places. He made a mental checklist of everything he'd need and started to gather it while Frankie and her team restarted the event.
Quietly, Aaron snuck in and out of Frankie's studio space, careful to stay out of the webcam's sight while he ferried towels, recording equipment, and a few medical tools lifted from work into the tiny space under the desk. He hadn't even changed out of his scrubs yet! So much for not taking his work home, he thought to himself. After troubleshooting a few spycams in the confined space he ended up deciding on a wearable one, with a small light aimed upwards at Frankie's gaming chair. And all the while, the canine cursed and swore at the game and her teammates, shuffling uncontrollably and occasionally stuffed her hand between her legs.
"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying," Aaron mumbled without being asked. He didn't exactly have a lot of time to test his hastily thrown-together setup, he just had to hope everything was working properly. When he was reasonably sure that he was ready to go, he tapped the inside of Frankie's thigh, wordlessly asking her to spread her legs. Frankie had already done him the courtesy of going bottomless, and the boar was greeted with the sight of the heart-shaped birthmark on the inside of her right thigh, as well as a sliver of wispy, wet hair between her lower lips. Rolo was going to be a blonde, it appeared. It wasn't a sight the boar was unfamiliar with - Aaron had helped deliver her two previous cubs after all, as well as Frankie herself from her father Kelly. "This feels familiar," Aaron mumbled with a grin, recalling Frankie's breech legs flopping out from Kelly's thighs in that bathroom stall.
Frankie let out a hesitant sigh as she tried to relax, and she could feel Rolo's head slipping back inside and out of sight. All she had to do was focus on the next encounter, she told herself, and Aaron could handle the rest. She couldn't let Rolo steal any more of her attention. She couldn't let him win. But even just handling the encounter was testing her patience. Even after her team was as prepared as they could possibly be, the event was brutally unforgiving. Each movement had to be precise, and it got to the point where they would restart on purpose if they were late on even a single milestone. But the extra cursing, swearing, and general frustration gave Frankie ample cover to push when she needed to without attracting any undue attention.
Aaron watched closely from under the desk, keeping a hand on or near Rolo's head as it slipped in and out of sight every few minutes. He was still acting like he was at work in the hospital, remaining professional and not interfering unless he needed to. But after a few halfhearted pushes from Frankie he started to get a little more intimate. He curled a finger around Rolo's platinum-blonde locks, then moved his finger gently around the edge of the visible crown and against the sensitive skin of Frankie's labia. The canine jumped.
"The fuck are you doing?" she accused, then quickly corrected herself as she realized she was still live on the mic. "We need to restart," she ordered, "we're too far behind already, the special enemy didn't spawn in time. Let's just ...try again." She leaned back in her chair and put her hand across the top of her pregnant midsection after making her character walk off a cliff to get to the 'game over' screen faster, and shot a dirty look at Aaron.
"You said 'whatever you want', remember?" the boar winked.
"With Rolo," she corrected, "Keep him out of my fur so I can finish this in time! We're more than eight hours in!" Her voice was straining, and Aaron could tell. She was trying not to push, maybe even trying to ignore Rolo entirely.
It made sense, Aaron thought. Her first delivery was a brutal, traumatic experience, and with a 'flawless' memory like Frankie's, the feelings probably lingered. Her second delivery was less painful but probably more humiliating, as her daughter's head brought her to several unintentional orgasms as it rubbed against the inside of her birth canal. So with Rolo, maybe she was trying to be more in control, to the point of busying herself with something else and putting her third cub on the back burner. "Fine," Aaron replied, "we'll try and stay out of the big bad wolf's way! But..." Aaron reached down and fumbled to undo his pants, making his intentions obvious.
"Seriously?" Frankie rolled her eyes.
"Whatever I want," Aaron repeated again, "with Rolo." He tugged down his pants down the rest of the way, covering his lap with one of the towels he brought instead.
"Ugh," the canine grunted, "Whatever."
Frankie resumed her game, trying to focus on the screen. When she started to cramp up she merely held her breath, and Aaron could watch Rolo's head slip further out before sliding back in and almost out of sight. This carried on for several minutes, and it seemed for a while that this damn cub was never going to be born because his mommy was too busy playing video games.
Finally, at a little after nine 'clock, Frankie's team looked like they were set for a perfect run. Every movement was flawless, every shot landed. Enemies went down in record time, and it looked like they were finally going to beat the encounter after literally hundreds of attempts. Aaron watched, kneeling on the towels under the desk as Frankie's entire body tensed up, and she leaned forward in her chair as much as her bloated body would allow before lurching back and throwing her arms up in a triumphant howl. "Wooo!" She exclaimed, kicking her feet up before letting out a surprised yelp as Rolo's entire head squirted out from between her legs. Even Aaron let out a shocked gasp as the molded head exploded into view, splattering him with fluid.
"You okay?" one of her teammates asked.
"Y-yeah," Frankie panted, looking down in disbelief at the baby's deer-like head between her thighs. She saw the matted, curly white hair, the floppy cervine ears, and the grinning face of Aaron as he moved to inspect it. "Yeah," she repeated, bringing her focus back to the game, "almost fell out of my chair." She found herself grinning, despite the almost overwhelming pressure in her gut and lower back. She was winning.
Aaron held his hands out for a moment, ready to catch the rest of the baby in case it tumbled out all at once, but nothing happened after Frankie settled back into her chair. Aaron took that as permission to get more involved, and he leaned in to feel and inspect the protruding head in detail. Except for the shockingly white hair, Rolo looked like he was going to have a very dark coat, almost black. The boar ran his hands over Rolo's molded head, feeling the wet curly hair under his fingers. He massaged the boy's long, deer-like ears, and then moved his hands to the boy's wet, triangular nose and his drooling mouth. His heart was racing. Even being this close to the emerging baby was something he would never have felt comfortable doing at a hospital or clinic. His manhood felt like it was going erupt right there, twitching and spasming as his heart raced. He ran his fingers over the baby's smooth, glistening lips. He had to go further. His feather-light, exploratory touch turned into a firm grip around Rolo's chin. He could feel something wrapped around Rolo's neck - a loop of cord? No, two loops! He marked that down as something to deal with later as he tried to manipulate the slimy head into a more favorable position.
Frankie grimaced and shuffled in her seat, but avoided looking down under the desk at the way Aaron was manhandling her baby. She refused to pay either of them anymore mind. The hard part was over, she thought, all Aaron had to do was just pull it out, right? So what was he waiting for?
"Just get it over with," she huffed.
"Eager to get on with it, Wolf?" came a voice over the speakers. Frankie's mic was still hot.
"Yeah," she replied without missing a beat, "We've been here for, what, nine hours now? I just wanna get to the boss."
"I think this is him coming up," another teammate chimed in.
"Where, though?"
Sure enough the final door opened up to a mechanical-looking room, with lots of gears, pipes, and vents. After investigating almost every surface for a clue, one of the vents opened to a small ventilation shaft. The team followed the duct, one after the other, until they emerged in the underbelly of some sort of technological-looking facility. Boilers, scaffolding, and other decorative bits lined every wall, but the place was massive, and it was no longer obvious which way was the right way to go. They would have to find their way through the facility on their own.
While Frankie and her team were busy getting lost, Aaron was busy rotating Rolo's half-born body to one side for easier access. He had the chance to try things he'd never tried before, things he'd never imagined doing in the hospital. Things that brought him back to that bathroom stall as a kid when he first laid eyes on that heart-shaped birthmark. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Aaron grabbed the baby's chin and planted his other hand on the back of the fawn's head to force him into a deep, passionate, one-sided kiss.
He could taste Frankie's secretions clinging to the baby's lips, and as he pushed his tongue inside the baby's mouth he could taste the bitter amniotic fluid mixed with Rolo's own salty saliva. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He pulled away and licked his lips, the pig almost quivering with anticipation. Rolo was almost here and it didn't seem like Frankie was anywhere near done playing her little game. Aaron knew was going to get the opportunity for many more satisfyingly sloppy kisses as soon as the deer-boy was born, he just had to find a way to deal with that umbilical cord he felt earlier. But he couldn't resist for long. He reoriented Rolo's head and embraced him again, sliding his tongue along the deer boy's toothless gums and the roof of his mouth. He kept the baby in place with one hand while the other reached between his legs, fumbling under the towel to stroke himself.
Frankie was still doing her best to ignore the boys, instead wandering her way through this maze of a complex, pausing only to fight a few low-level enemies sporadically placed to reassure the team that they were going the right way. It was a challenging mix of platforming and exploration - first they had to figure out which way to go to actually make progress, then they had to actually get there.
Aaron tried to hook his finger around one of the loops of cord around Rolo's neck, but it held fast. It was either pulled taut or caught on something he couldn't see, and neither option was particularly reassuring. He tried to unwrap the other loop, but it was similarly stubborn. He could clamp and cut the cord now to make it easier, or- he pondered. Rolo didn't look terribly large. If he could get one shoulder out, he could support the head and sort of flip his body out while keeping the head in one spot, then unwrap the cord and go from there.
Next time Frankie tried to stifle a contraction, Aaron pushed down the side of Rolo's head to try and get one of his shoulders closer to the birth canal. Frankie grunted and adjusted her seat, and the motion ended up squeezing just the barest bit of Rolo's right shoulder into view. It was enough. Aaron slid two fingers along Rolo's back and grabbed him by the armpit, then wrenched his shoulder and arm free with a wet slurping noise. He felt Frankie shudder. Rolo's arm was covered in the same dark grayish-brown fur as his head, and Aaron could see a few white fawn-spots along his shoulder blade.
"Almost there," Aaron soothed as Frankie gripped the sides of her chair. He couldn't pull Rolo straight out because of the cord around his neck, so he pushed the fawn's head into Frankie's thigh and tried to pull the rest of his body out with his other hand. "One more little push," Aaron insisted.
"I'm busy," Frankie replied harshly. She wasn't going to give up now. "Yeah," she replied into the mic, "Roommate is just bugging me for attention. Apparently he forgot about the conversation we had earlier about dealing with our guest until I was done with this."
Aaron rolled his eyes. Fine, he thought, he would do it himself. He wrapped his hand around Rolo's torso and tried to flip him out, keeping one hand on his head to try to avoid pulling on the umbilical cord. He had to twist his wrist in all sorts of uncomfortable motions but eventually the melanistic fawn's hips were coaxed out and the rest of his body tumbled into Aaron's waiting hands with a splash. Aaron quickly grabbed the newborn by the ankles and held him up to unwrap the cord once, then twice. The first thing Aaron noticed was that the umbilical cord was unusually short, just over a foot long between Rolo's belly and Frankie's birth canal. That would explain why the cord was so tight, he thought. The next thing he noticed was that Rolo was very, very floppy. His arms and legs dangled limply as Aaron turned him this way and tried to untangle him. The third thing he noticed was that Rolo had hooves, unlike the baby's family which all had five toes like Aaron. It wasn't terribly unusual, but hooves were a recessive trait that would make the boy all the more unique. And it was indeed a boy, Aaron quickly confirmed, his eyes darting to a pudgy little scrotum and a stubby, flaccid shaft between the fawn's legs.
"There he is!" Aaron exclaimed, trying to flip the fawn so that he was facing upwards towards Frankie, "say hi!" he grabbed one of Rolo's arms and flopped it up and down, making him wave.
"Fuck off!" Frankie grunted, only stealing a quick glance, "we're almost at the boss!"
"Rude," Aaron replied bluntly, flipping Rolo around again to make sure his little spycam got a full frontal view of the newborn. "Why even bother fighting the boss when the best loot already dropped?" he retorted, drinking in the baby's features. He was small, maybe somewhere between five and six pounds, with a white underbelly to match the white spots along his back and the silvery hair on his head. He was totally limp, and it didn't look like he was breathing. A thumb inside his mouth revealed that his tongue and gums were a bluish-purple hue.
"Say hi, Rolo," Aaron repeated, grabbing one of the towels he brought under the desk with him and rubbing rapidly along the fawn's chest to dry him off and try and provoke him into crying. His eyes darted towards the umbilical cord stretched between dog and deer. Now that it was untangled, Aaron could see it twitching gently in time with Frankie's slightly agitated heartbeat. A few fingers on Rolo's chest after he was done rubbing revealed that the fawn also had a pulse, but it was slow and faint. The boar was concerned but not panicked, after all he was trained for exactly this sort of scenario.
Frankie was also growing slightly concerned at the silence after Aaron told Rolo to introduce himself. Her first baby, Bartolomeo, was only quiet for a moment or two. Her second baby, Ashley, came out screaming. But Rolo certainly seemed to be taking his time to come around. She couldn't let herself be distracted, she reminded herself, Aaron had it under control. He was a nurse, she told herself, he did this all day. And the final boss was coming up, so she had to focus. "Get him outta here," she ordered.
"Can't," Aaron replied quickly, giving a tug on the umbilical cord to remind Frankie that she and Rolo were still attached.
"No," Frankie corrected into the headset, talking over her roommate, "My roommate and his friend are just being annoying. Just cut it and fuck off," she ordered, before growling into the mic to address her teammates. "No, out," she corrected again, "cut it out. This is it! This is the boss!" It was getting harder and harder to disguise what was actually going on, and she hoped that the game's final encounter would provide a welcome distraction for both her and the rest of her team.
Aaron held Rolo up upside-down by his ankles again in the cramped space underneath the desk, and rubbed the fawn's back briskly. He made sure the fawn was facing away from him, not only for better leverage when he rubbed, but also so Frankie could get an eyeful of her son's bits as they bounced and wobbled. "He's got a cute butt," he commented, trying to get her attention, "and he'll have a cute little tail too, once it dries off and fluffs out!"
In the hospital, Rolo would be on oxygen by now, on a warm exam table with a team of nurses surrounding him to try and get him breathing. Here by himself under Frankie's desk, however, Aaron's options were limited. He didn't have a ventilator, and he didn't have a warming table. Fortunately, he also didn't have a team of doctors and nurses breathing down his neck, so he was free to try more... unorthodox methods of resuscitation. He laid Rolo on his back with his head in his lap, and lifted one of the fawn's lean legs to expose his tailhole. "Tom told me he does this to calves on the farm all the time," he announced, pushing the tip of his pinkie finger between the fawn's buttocks and twisting it from side to side.
The fawn's pucker instinctively clamped down around the boar's digit before slowly relaxing, allowing Aaron to push a little bit deeper before he clamped down again. He could see Rolo's expressionless, sleeping face starting to turn into a grimace. "There we go, little guy!" he encouraged, jamming his finger in further. "Look, I think he likes it!"
Frankie refused to give the boar under her desk the attention he was seeking. Instead, she focused instead on the appearance of the game's final boss, an enormous centaur-like robot. The mechanical creature summoned wave after wave of enemies for Frankie and her party to fight through, until Frankie caught a glimpse of one of those red-helmeted enemies from earlier. But before she could say anything, her party was wiped out with a single explosive attack from the boss. She slammed her hand on the desk, knocking over the empty energy drink cans piled up beside her. She then heard a gurgling noise from underneath the desk, and looked down to see Aaron's finger buried underneath the fawn's triangular tail. Her baby was starting to come to, and as much of a relief as that was, it meant that her studio was about to be very, very noisy. And even her expensive, noise-cancelling headphones wouldn't be enough to block out that distraction.
"I told you to get him out of here!" Frankie hissed, pointing to the door. "No, I think I hit the desk too hard and woke the kid up," Frankie explained into the mic, "yeah, no, our friend brought his kid over, couldn't leave him home alone, you know. My roommate is just helping him out, new dad and all..."
Once Rolo made a noise, Aaron quickly pulled his finger out and flipped the newborn fawn over to rub his back again, pausing every few seconds to slap him on the bottom. Rolo gagged and gasped, quickly creating a dark spot on the towel from the fluids he was coughing up. Aaron leaned over and shoved two fingers into the newborn's mouth to try and scoop out the rest.
Frankie was getting nervous again. If Rolo started crying - like, really crying - there was only so much she could do to disguise the noise. And she wasn't sacrificing her game for him, not after coming this far. "Out," she commanded again, "I mean it! We're so close!"
"Me too," Aaron mumbled. Frankie quickly glanced down to see that the boar's naked member was actually throbbing as he roughly resuscitated her baby. He looked like he could explode at any time, right under her desk.
"Men," Frankie sighed, returning her gaze to the screen. "The dudes with the red helmets are back," she informed her team as they restarted, "I bet we're gonna have to find more codes for whatever reason." Sure enough, when she blew up the specially-marked enemy, she got a strange sequence of symbols on the bottom of her screen. "Now what?" she asked as the boss charged up its team-wiping attack, "What do I do with this code? Everyone look around for somewhere to put it! Buttons, screens, consoles, anything!"
But before they could find out what to do with this new code, the boss finished charging its attack and they had to reset the encounter again.
With Rolo slowly coming back to life, Aaron felt confident clamping the cord with the tools he lifted from work. He clamped it as far away from Rolo as possible, knowing he could always trim it down later. But he wanted to get as many pictures and videos of Rolo as he possibly could, and a long umbilical cord contributed to the appearance of 'newness' that was so important to him in his visual work. A clamped cord could be days, even weeks old. But an intact, full cord could only be found on a baby whose age was measured in hours, or even minutes.
Aaron clamped the cord and then cut it, managing to salvage maybe eight or nine inches from the newborn's unusually short cord. Enough to have the end out-of-frame and give the illusion of it being still attached to the placenta. He then rolled the towel up around Rolo's tiny body and started to crawl out from under the Big Bad Wolf's desk. "Come find us when you're done," he winked before sneaking out of the room.
