Aaron (our favorite boar) gets more bold and adventurous than ever before.
Part One
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"writing": "Aaron's heart was racing. He quickly abandoned the façade of professionalism for sheer, unbridled glee and anticipation. He quickly took Rolo into the bathroom across the hall, closed the door, turned the heater on, snapped one of his gloves off, and turned on the fan for some background noise. It only took a few seconds, but it felt like forever before he was finally able to place the weakly squirming bundle on the bathroom counter and unwrap the baby deer-boy to reveal his wet, newborn glory again. His eyes were still closed, but at least he was moving a little bit and breathing on his own. Without the urgency of making sure he was alive, the boar was able to take his time and really examine Frankie's third kid. He looked like he came out of a TV show from the fifties, all black and white, with short grey-brown fur, slightly ruffled and matted but still damp from the hurried rub-down with the towel. He had an abundance of platinum-blonde hair on his head, and it was long enough to naturally curl into waves on his scalp like a tropical beach. Aaron rolled the fawn onto his back. His underbelly was white, like most cervid-folk, and the fawn was early and undeveloped enough that Aaron could see his ribs underneath the fluff. \n\n\"Eager little thing,\" Aaron mumbled, thumbing through the fur on his chest to expose a slightly puffy pink nipple. \"You flop out almost a month early and don't even wanna wake up. I bet you got that dramatic streak from your mom!\"\n\nRolo whimpered as Aaron's fingers rubbed, then pinched his sensitive newborn skin. His little fists clenched, and his arms reached out to the sides, stretching to the edges of the folded towel. \n\n\"Atta boy,\" Aaron encouraged. Rolo was coming around and waking up, and the more animated he got, the more Aaron relaxed. The porcine's mind buzzed with possibilities. Carte blanche with a fresh newborn! It was everything he wanted to do with Rolo's uncle Reese, but didn't have quite the same opportunity. He could still recall holding him up by the delivery room window for his big brother Damien to see. He remembered the preteen buck's shocked expression as he fondled the newborn from across the glass, and he could still feel Reese's little scrotum in between his fingers, the sac feeling like wet velvet in his gloved hand. This time, however, Damien wasn't here to watch, and neither were the other doctors or nurses, or even Frankie like when she watched him with little Ashley.\n\nNo, this was all for Aaron, and Aaron alone.\n\nThe boar stood on his tiptoes and let his twitching member flop onto the newborn fawn's belly. Aaron always considered himself fairly average down there, but Rolo's premature body made him look absolutely massive. He rolled his hips forward and savored the feeling of wet fur sliding against his sensitive bare flesh. He rolled his hips back and forth again, this time digging the tip into Rolo's groin against his furry little coin purse and the underside of his foreskin, sliding up along the newborn's short little shaft. Rolo didn't seem to mind, instead blinking slowly in the bright light, shifting his hips slightly under the weight of Aaron's member.\n\n\"You're so soft,\" Aaron marveled, pulling Rolo's hips closer to the edge of the counter, continuing to rub against his skinny, underdeveloped body. He grabbed the baby's left ankle with one hand and slid his other around both their members, rubbing them together. \"And a little bit of a grower, too,\" he added, feeling Rolo's tiny shaft throb against his own, and against the underside of his fingers. He paused, feeling the newborn's rod continue to twitch in his grip as he looked at the closed bathroom door. Even though the ambient noise of the fan, he could hear the muffled sounds and music of Frankie's computer game, punctuated by the occasional expletive or impromptu huddle with her teammates over the mic. She was so close, just across the hall only a few feet away, but she was in another world filled with robots and laser beams. She would never know. The thought of being so close and yet so far away nearly made Aaron burst. The door wasn't even locked, he thought, Frankie could come in at any moment and spoil his fun with mockery and chiding.\n\nHe had to finish himself off, he decided, otherwise he wouldn't be able to focus at all. He slid his hand back and forth across both his member and Rolo's, squeezing them together as he jerked fast and rough enough to make the preemie deer squirm in discomfort. It didn't take long before the older boar came, letting go of Rolo's ankle and gripping the counter to keep from falling over. He suppressed a squeal as his legs almost gave out as he leaned on the counter and unloaded all over Rolo's chest, painting his little body from his groin all the way up to his face. The newborn fawn flinched as his nose got splattered.\n\nFrankie thought she heard the muffled noises from across the hall, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on behind that closed door. She rolled her eyes. \"That didn't take long,\" she mumbled. Though she was oblivious to the extent.\n\n\"Hmm?\" one of her teammates inquired.\n\n\"The last 'game over',\" the canine sidestepped, \"I think we set a new record for 'shortest time alive.' We need to re-gear for a more defensive run this time or we'll never figure out how to beat this fucker.\"\n\nFrankie ached. When she had her first kid, Bart, he felt so huge that Frankie felt like a deflated beach ball for days afterwards and made her feel like burning down the world during. Ashley battered her way out quicker than Bart, leaving her feeling like a shuddering and bruised mess, but also brought her to orgasm unexpectedly several times. But with Rolo there was only a dull, throbbing ache that pulsed from between her legs, dulled by the focus that the video game required. Maybe by the time her and her team finished the event, she'd feel back to normal and ready to carry on like nothing ever happened. That little fawn would be nothing more than a footnote in her day-to-day life, and when she posted her gameplay footage online, no one would even know he was there.\n\nOn the other side of the hall, Rolo fussed and Aaron grinned sheepishly. The seed he doused the newborn with blended into his white undercoat, and the boar rubbed it in with a thumb, mixing it with the residual amniotic fluid in his slightly-matted fur. \"I think I gave you a few extra spots,\" he joked, pausing to wipe a particularly thick glob off of the fawn's nose. Rolo was really starting to come around - he was breathing steadily and making some noise. His little newborn prick was still half-hard, and twitched every time he sucked in a breath. Aaron wanted to sit and watch forever, but in his post-afterglow clarity he realized he was wasting precious time. Frankie had to be making progress on her video game, and Rolo wasn't getting any younger!\n\n\"We need to get a few pics of that,\" Aaron nodded to the fawn's private parts before he slipped out of the bathroom to grab some of his cameras, still bottomless and dripping. The little spycam he wore was still recording, at least as much as its tiny memory card could hold. But he needed to get something a little more . . . involved. Something he could see in real time. Something he could share and hold. He grabbed his smartphone and a more robust camera from his bedroom, then returned to the bathroom as quickly as he could. He snapped a few pictures of Rolo's whole body as he laid mewling on the counter, keeping his little half-chub in frame. It was innocent enough to explain away, and might even get a giggle if someone happened across it in a professional setting. What a viewer wouldn't be able to see were the streaks of cum along Rolo's chest and belly, nor would they have any context for why he was so perky down there. The idea excited Aaron, the ability to show everything but still hide so much in plain sight. \n\n\"You're a natural in front of the camera,\" the boar praised, moving to get some more pictures from a different angle. \"Don't lose that,\" he pointed out, reaching down to fluff up the fawn's member with a quick rub of his fingers. That gave him an idea. \"Hang on,\" he paused, still talking out loud, \"why am I doing all the work? It's your turn!\" He guided Rolo's little hand down to his junk and pushed the shaft into his palm. As Aaron hoped, the fawn's reflexes took over and he wrapped his fingers around it. Aaron quickly snapped photo after photo of the fawn looking like he was jerking himself off, trying to keep the umbilical cord in-frame to emphasize his newness while keeping his own hand out of frame to avoid looking like he was actively posing the shot. It was a challenge, and out of the dozens of photos he was able to take before Rolo let go, the boar was sure only one or two were going to be worth sharing. \"What about me?\" Aaron asked, moving the fidgety buck's hand over to his own comparatively massive manhood. Sure enough, the baby gripped that as well, and the happy boar was able to snap many more pictures of Rolo's tiny, premature hand wrapped around his sticky, cum-covered boarmeat, and then a few more of them comparing sizes side-by-side, the boar's decidedly average member look absolutely colossal next to Rolo's tiny prick.\n\nMeanwhile, Frankie and her team had finished re-equipping their gear for a more defensive attempt at the boss battle. The Big Bad Wolf had managed to work some life-stealing skills and equipment into her high-damage, low-health 'glass cannon' build to hopefully stay alive longer, while her teammates sacrificed high-end weapons for other gear that added extra hit points, armor, or other ways to mitigate incoming damage.\n\nThe attempt started like any other, except the team noticed that it was taking much longer than usual to clear the waves of enemies that the boss was summoning, thanks to them not dealing as much damage as they were used to. But by the time the first 'code-bearing' enemy appeared, they were in markedly better shape than before.\n\n\"I have the code, I have the code!\" one of Frankie's teammates shouted into the mic. So far, everything was happening as it did in the previous attempts. And then Frankie had to dodge an incoming attack and ended up frighteningly close to the centaur-like boss. \n\n\"Wait-\" she barked, \"wait! The console is on the boss's leg! You have to get up close, put in the code before he attacks, and then we can start dealing damage!\"\n\nThe revelation was greeted with a chorus of astonished 'ohh's and a an eye-rolling 'ugh' as the team realized the challenge of what they were being asked to do. \n\n\"We can't get that close,\" someone piped up, \"he keeps kicking us away or swiping with his tail!\" \n\n\"You just gotta dodge,\" Frankie replied, \"That donkey-kick has a windup and a long-ass cooldown. Just watch for him to use it and then get all up in his business.\"\n\nOne of her other teammates giggled at the visual. \"We can also make sure he's focused on someone else while you're trying to do your thing. It's really easy to get his attention. I can soak up the damage for a little bit until you're done.\"\n\n\"That works for the tank,\" Frankie chimed in, \"But what about when the tank needs to put in their code? Remember in the previous encounter we each had to do it once? Who's supposed to draw aggro?\"\n\n\"You just gotta dodge, Wolf,\" someone else shot back. The other players burst into cackles.\n\nFrankie rolled her eyes. \"Yeah, yeah, roast your DPS. Ha ha. Restart the fuckin' encounter.\"\n\nAcross the hall and behind the bathroom door, Aaron was busy with his little model, capturing his cum-covered body from a variety of different angles, with the boar's sticky seed mingling with the amniotic fluid and blending seamlessly in with the fawn's white chest. No one who saw these pictures would have any idea, and the thought sent electric shivers down the boar's spine. \"I'm not cleaning you up,\" he declared, \"not yet, anyways. But maybe... hmmm...\"\n\nAaron spun Rolo sideways so that his head was facing the edge of the counter, and he pushed his mostly-floppy, cum-covered member up to Rolo's cheek. \"Your grip reflex was pretty good,\" he praised, \"let's test a few more . . .\"\n\nSure enough, Rolo turned to face the shaft rubbing against his cheek and rooted down onto the tip, wrapping his lips tightly around it. Aaron gasped in ecstasy. It actually worked! He was always listening to his friend Tom brag about being sucked off by newborn calves on the farm, and now he could feel what all the fuss was about. He had to take the opportunity to brag back. He quickly grabbed his phone from its spot on the counter and snapped a few quick pictures of Rolo trying to nurse. He'd send those off to Tom later.\n\nAaron gently caressed the back of the newborn fawn's slightly molded head, resisting the urge to slam his mouth down onto his shaft. He was so serene, so fragile, but his mouth was so small the he could only fit the smallest tip of Aaron's flesh between his lips. It was maddening. The boar bit his lip and then ran his hand down Rolo's chest, feeling the sticky fur and the rubbery umbilical cord under his fingers before reaching down to Rolo's groin again and giving a gentle squeeze. \n\nRolo fussed a little, kicking one leg weakly and trying to roll more onto his side.\n\n\"Ah-ah-ah,\" Aaron corrected, trying to push his tip back into Rolo's mouth, keeping his head on the back of his head to keep him from turning away. He was trying so hard to be gentle, but the deer boy had a surprising amount of force behind those gums. It was enough to make Aaron's still-throbbing member ache as the little buck did his best to suck the cum right off it - and out of it, too, if he wasn't careful. \"Nngh, okay,\" Aaron grimaced, letting go of Rolo, \"m-maybe we need a break . . .\" Tempting as it was to unload a few ropes down the buck's throat, Aaron knew Rolo had a tough enough time catching his first breath already, and he didn't want to accidentally choke him by getting something stuck in his throat. He pulled back from the counter, biting his lip as a strand of thick drool bridged the gap between Rolo's shimmering lips and the swollen tip of Aaron's rod. He snapped a picture of that, too, before aiming the camera down at his other hand, between Rolo's legs.\n\n\"Let's get a few more shots of that,\" Aaron thought out loud, gently squeezing Rolo's shaft between his thumb and forefinger, peeling the velvety sheath back to reveal a pink, shiny head that contrasted with his otherwise black-and-white coloring. It almost blended in with Aaron's pink hand. He kept stroking until he was fairly certain that the fawn was at full mast, then leaned down to spit on it - before deciding to lean down all the way and give the newborn a taste. Frankie wasn't getting a picture of this, Aaron quickly decided, or he'd never hear the end of it. He wrapped his lips around the minuscule shaft and allowed himself to drool down the sides, dragging his tongue up along the base and then swirling it around the edges of the sheath and the tip of the exposed glans. When he slowly pulled his mouth away, the deer was twitching in the open air, standing a mighty inch and a half tall.\n\nThe boar licked his lips. He was rapidly recovering from his previous nut, and Rolo looked like he was ready to bust his first, clenching his fists and whimpering in a way that made it sound like he was begging for more. Aaron couldn't resist. He looked down at Rolo, naked and exposed on the bathroom counter, then he looked down at his own member twitching back to life, pre-lubed with the fawn's thick saliva. There was something he had to try, something that he might not ever get the opportunity for again. It was risky, but the more Aaron thought about it, the more he felt like there was no other option. \n\n\"You seemed to like what I was doing to your butt earlier,\" Aaron teased, \"when you tumbled into my lap.\" He gathered Rolo's spindly legs in his hand and lifted them up to expose his tailhole, still slightly red from the earlier intrusion of Aaron's finger. The boar pushed the tip of his member up to it. It couldn't fit, he thought, there was absolutely no way. But he had to try. Keeping a firm grip on Rolo's ankles, he pulled the little buck towards the edge of the bathroom counter and pushed his hips forward against the puckered opening. He felt it stretch around the tip of his member ever so slightly. It was so warm! Using his other hand as a guide, he tried to push further, feeling Rolo's tailhole flutter and clench around the intruding girth. The little fawn tried to kick out in protest, but Aaron held him fast. The jerking motion even helped him dig even further in, almost to the point where the tip of Aaron's member was fully inside. \n\nAaron let go of one of Rolo's ankles, allowing him to kick and squirm while still holding him fast by the other leg. With one mighty kick that seemed to take all the little baby's strength, Aaron sank deep and bit his lip, letting out a restrained breath as the newborn's tailhole clenched him like a vice. Suddenly, the little buck let out a squeak and his member throbbed to life, sticking straight up and twitching rhythmically. Aaron quickly let go of Rolo's other leg letting him squirm and buck his hips with the boar still lodged inside his ass. Aaron could feel Rolo's hips bones pressured against his anal walls grinding on his unmoving lodged cock.\n\n\". . .did you just cum?\" Aaron asked panting a bit, grabbing his camera again to take a few shots of spread-eagled fawn with his cock spreading the newborn's cheeks, \"I can't believe it! You frisky little fawn!\" Rolo's member bobbed up and down several times.\n\nWatching it happen was almost enough to make Aaron cum too, but he didn't want to thrust his hips and risk hurting the poor fawn. So kept one hand on Rolo's ankle and started to stroke himself with his other, leaving the tip nestled between the buck's buttocks. He jerked his hand quickly up and down the exposed shaft, leaving his tip buried inside until his entire body shook with an orgasm so powerful he had to lean on the counter to avoid collapsing to the floor, pushing his throbbing organ forward even though there was so much resistance that there was nowhere left inside the boy to go. The boar's seed started to leak out and onto the towel.\n\nIn Frankie's studio, the Big Bad Wolf and her team felt like they were making headway on the event's final boss, but it was slow going. With the team favoring a more defensive strategy, they were dealing less damage and the encounter was taking longer than any of them would have liked, especially since they had to start the fight over if they got wiped out, and the beginning of the fight seemed to be getting further and further away, causing them to lose more and more progress every time they made a mistake. They had the mechanics figured out - wait for a special enemy to spawn in, defeat it to get the code, get up close to the boss and use the code to make him vulnerable, shoot him a bunch, and then repeat. It seemed simple enough, but each time they got close to winning something happened to put them on the back foot - Someone ran out of ammo, an enemy spawned in the wrong spot and got in the way, or the boss moved in a way that made it impossible to get close.\n\nFrankie was so close to victory she could taste it. She wondered how Aaron and Rolo were doing across the hall - with the fan on and the door closed she couldn't hear too much, aside from the occasional fawn squeak or boar squeal.\n\nAaron was busy snapping a few more photos of the fawn flat on his back as he pulled out with a soft squelching noise. Rolo was covered in Aaron's cum inside and out, and his little tailhole was swollen and irritated. But if Aaron pulled the fawn's little white tail down between his legs, no one would be able to see. And the cum on his chest and belly blended in perfectly with the wet fur and white spots. No one who saw these pictures would have any idea, it was all hidden in plain sight. They also wouldn't be able to see that Aaron was bottomless and dripping just out of frame. \"You're such an easy subject,\" the boar praised, \"a natural model.\"\n\nEager to get the easy-going fawn in front of a lens as much as possible, Aaron scooped him up by his ankles and held him upside-down, then smiled for a selfie like a fisherman with his latest catch. He could do better than that, though, he thought, and he planned to keep his little photoshoot going as long as Frankie was still busy with her video game. Maybe a change of scenery, he thought, something other than stained ivory towels and eggshell walls.\n\nHe scooped Rolo back up in the towel and nestled him in the crook of his arm, opening the bathroom door slowly. Frankie was still busy. Given her attitude from earlier, Aaron was positive that even if she heard them, she'd ignore them on purpose. He slinked passed the studio and into his bedroom, setting his cervine bundle on the bed before removing the towel entirely. He knew babies could get messy, but it was a risk he was willing to take. He quickly got an idea for a more adult-themed shot and tugged some of the blankets up between Rolo's legs, tastefully concealing his gender while leaving everything else exposed. Another few shots had him propped up in a semi-sitting position against Aaron's pillow, some angles with his plump bits on display between his skinny legs, others with blankets or a tangle of umbilical cord blocking the view. As the minutes ticked by, Aaron got more involved, posing Rolo with his hands and leaving them in the shot, and even propping the baby deer in his lap and covering his groin with a hand.\n\nThen he heard the shouting from the studio.\n\n\"YES!\" Frankie barked, standing up from her chair before becoming painfully aware of how much her stomach still hurt. She played it off as getting caught on her headphone cord. Fortunately, her camera was angled high enough that no one saw her empty, sagging belly, or her thighs caked with blood with Rolo's umbilical cord still dangling between them. She looked at the clock. It was almost half past ten in the morning. She was tired, sore, and hungry. But she was victorious. She won. She had beaten the 'fiendishly difficult' encounter that had been cooked up for only the most hardcore gamers. She and her team had a solid standing on the leaderboards - they might have even been first. But more than that, she beat Rolo. It didn't undo the trauma caused by her first two deliveries, but it made her realize that she could do it. She could do anything. She didn't stick around for the cutscene at the end of the encounter, she just gave her team a quick 'brb' and shut off her camera.\n\nThe canine waddled off her chair, then grabbed one of the many towels still piled under the desk and stuffed it between her legs, wobbling slightly as she heaved out the water balloon-like placenta with a grunt and dropped the whole mess back on the floor. She was exhausted. Not from the delivery, she told herself, but from trying to beat this fucking game for more than ten hours straight. Giving birth to her third child had nothing to do with it, she convinced herself. \"I'm fucking done,\" she announced, \"I need a nap. And a snack.\"\n\n\"Someone's way ahead of ya,\" Aaron announced, emerging from the bedroom with a neatly-swaddled Rolo in his arms. The fawn was groggy, eyes closed and large ears twitching whenever Aaron exhaled. Frankie hesitated. The video game event was over, she reminded herself, she could afford to pay attention to her kid. But she was so deliriously exhausted it was hard to take herself out of that focused mode.\n\n\"Oh shit, he's tiny,\" Frankie blurted out. \"No wonder he slipped out so fast.\"\n\nRolo made a burbling sound hearing Frankie's voice, and shuffled slightly inside the bundle.\n\n\"Did you get your content?\" Aaron asked. It had the same tone as a clueless father asking his kid if he was winning a game.\n\n\"Sure did,\" Frankie answered, still staring at Rolo's ears and his silvery hair. \"Just need a bit to go over the footage and then send it off to the DragonTech devs to verify. I'll post it later. What about you,\" she asked with a tired grin, \"did you get your content?\"\n\n\"Tons,\" Aaron replied knowingly, \"just need to hand it off to my editor.\"\n\nFrankie rolled her eyes. \"Your 'editor' is going to be indisposed for a few days to recover,\" she replied bitterly, \"...from the game,\" she clarified.\n\nAaron handed the fawn over, and Frankie's nose wrinkled. \"Did you?\" \n\n\"Yup.\" Aaron said with a shy grin.\n\n\"He smells like-\"\n\n\"Content,\" Aaron replied.\n\nFrankie chuckled slightly. She was curious. Aaron, as if seeing her reaction hammered it home. \"Too bad my editor is 'indisposed' and 'recovering' from her [i]grueling [/i]morning playing video games to see it. Maybe I'll send it to her when she's feeling better.\"\n\n\"Your editor has ways of getting it without you sending it to her,\" she threatened jokingly, still holding the oblivious and tuckered out Rolo in her arms.\n\n\"It'll still be there when she's ready for it. In the meantime,\" Aaron said with a wink, \"enjoy [i]your [/i]loot! I know I did.\"",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Aaron's heart was racing. He quickly abandoned the façade of professionalism for sheer, unbridled glee and anticipation. He quickly took Rolo into the bathroom across the hall, closed the door, turned the heater on, snapped one of his gloves off, and turned on the fan for some background noise. It only took a few seconds, but it felt like forever before he was finally able to place the weakly squirming bundle on the bathroom counter and unwrap the baby deer-boy to reveal his wet, newborn glory again. His eyes were still closed, but at least he was moving a little bit and breathing on his own. Without the urgency of making sure he was alive, the boar was able to take his time and really examine Frankie's third kid. He looked like he came out of a TV show from the fifties, all black and white, with short grey-brown fur, slightly ruffled and matted but still damp from the hurried rub-down with the towel. He had an abundance of platinum-blonde hair on his head, and it was long enough to naturally curl into waves on his scalp like a tropical beach. Aaron rolled the fawn onto his back. His underbelly was white, like most cervid-folk, and the fawn was early and undeveloped enough that Aaron could see his ribs underneath the fluff.
"Eager little thing," Aaron mumbled, thumbing through the fur on his chest to expose a slightly puffy pink nipple. "You flop out almost a month early and don't even wanna wake up. I bet you got that dramatic streak from your mom!"
Rolo whimpered as Aaron's fingers rubbed, then pinched his sensitive newborn skin. His little fists clenched, and his arms reached out to the sides, stretching to the edges of the folded towel.
"Atta boy," Aaron encouraged. Rolo was coming around and waking up, and the more animated he got, the more Aaron relaxed. The porcine's mind buzzed with possibilities. Carte blanche with a fresh newborn! It was everything he wanted to do with Rolo's uncle Reese, but didn't have quite the same opportunity. He could still recall holding him up by the delivery room window for his big brother Damien to see. He remembered the preteen buck's shocked expression as he fondled the newborn from across the glass, and he could still feel Reese's little scrotum in between his fingers, the sac feeling like wet velvet in his gloved hand. This time, however, Damien wasn't here to watch, and neither were the other doctors or nurses, or even Frankie like when she watched him with little Ashley.
No, this was all for Aaron, and Aaron alone.
The boar stood on his tiptoes and let his twitching member flop onto the newborn fawn's belly. Aaron always considered himself fairly average down there, but Rolo's premature body made him look absolutely massive. He rolled his hips forward and savored the feeling of wet fur sliding against his sensitive bare flesh. He rolled his hips back and forth again, this time digging the tip into Rolo's groin against his furry little coin purse and the underside of his foreskin, sliding up along the newborn's short little shaft. Rolo didn't seem to mind, instead blinking slowly in the bright light, shifting his hips slightly under the weight of Aaron's member.
"You're so soft," Aaron marveled, pulling Rolo's hips closer to the edge of the counter, continuing to rub against his skinny, underdeveloped body. He grabbed the baby's left ankle with one hand and slid his other around both their members, rubbing them together. "And a little bit of a grower, too," he added, feeling Rolo's tiny shaft throb against his own, and against the underside of his fingers. He paused, feeling the newborn's rod continue to twitch in his grip as he looked at the closed bathroom door. Even though the ambient noise of the fan, he could hear the muffled sounds and music of Frankie's computer game, punctuated by the occasional expletive or impromptu huddle with her teammates over the mic. She was so close, just across the hall only a few feet away, but she was in another world filled with robots and laser beams. She would never know. The thought of being so close and yet so far away nearly made Aaron burst. The door wasn't even locked, he thought, Frankie could come in at any moment and spoil his fun with mockery and chiding.
He had to finish himself off, he decided, otherwise he wouldn't be able to focus at all. He slid his hand back and forth across both his member and Rolo's, squeezing them together as he jerked fast and rough enough to make the preemie deer squirm in discomfort. It didn't take long before the older boar came, letting go of Rolo's ankle and gripping the counter to keep from falling over. He suppressed a squeal as his legs almost gave out as he leaned on the counter and unloaded all over Rolo's chest, painting his little body from his groin all the way up to his face. The newborn fawn flinched as his nose got splattered.
Frankie thought she heard the muffled noises from across the hall, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on behind that closed door. She rolled her eyes. "That didn't take long," she mumbled. Though she was oblivious to the extent.
"Hmm?" one of her teammates inquired.
"The last 'game over'," the canine sidestepped, "I think we set a new record for 'shortest time alive.' We need to re-gear for a more defensive run this time or we'll never figure out how to beat this fucker."
Frankie ached. When she had her first kid, Bart, he felt so huge that Frankie felt like a deflated beach ball for days afterwards and made her feel like burning down the world during. Ashley battered her way out quicker than Bart, leaving her feeling like a shuddering and bruised mess, but also brought her to orgasm unexpectedly several times. But with Rolo there was only a dull, throbbing ache that pulsed from between her legs, dulled by the focus that the video game required. Maybe by the time her and her team finished the event, she'd feel back to normal and ready to carry on like nothing ever happened. That little fawn would be nothing more than a footnote in her day-to-day life, and when she posted her gameplay footage online, no one would even know he was there.
On the other side of the hall, Rolo fussed and Aaron grinned sheepishly. The seed he doused the newborn with blended into his white undercoat, and the boar rubbed it in with a thumb, mixing it with the residual amniotic fluid in his slightly-matted fur. "I think I gave you a few extra spots," he joked, pausing to wipe a particularly thick glob off of the fawn's nose. Rolo was really starting to come around - he was breathing steadily and making some noise. His little newborn prick was still half-hard, and twitched every time he sucked in a breath. Aaron wanted to sit and watch forever, but in his post-afterglow clarity he realized he was wasting precious time. Frankie had to be making progress on her video game, and Rolo wasn't getting any younger!
"We need to get a few pics of that," Aaron nodded to the fawn's private parts before he slipped out of the bathroom to grab some of his cameras, still bottomless and dripping. The little spycam he wore was still recording, at least as much as its tiny memory card could hold. But he needed to get something a little more . . . involved. Something he could see in real time. Something he could share and hold. He grabbed his smartphone and a more robust camera from his bedroom, then returned to the bathroom as quickly as he could. He snapped a few pictures of Rolo's whole body as he laid mewling on the counter, keeping his little half-chub in frame. It was innocent enough to explain away, and might even get a giggle if someone happened across it in a professional setting. What a viewer wouldn't be able to see were the streaks of cum along Rolo's chest and belly, nor would they have any context for why he was so perky down there. The idea excited Aaron, the ability to show everything but still hide so much in plain sight.
"You're a natural in front of the camera," the boar praised, moving to get some more pictures from a different angle. "Don't lose that," he pointed out, reaching down to fluff up the fawn's member with a quick rub of his fingers. That gave him an idea. "Hang on," he paused, still talking out loud, "why am I doing all the work? It's your turn!" He guided Rolo's little hand down to his junk and pushed the shaft into his palm. As Aaron hoped, the fawn's reflexes took over and he wrapped his fingers around it. Aaron quickly snapped photo after photo of the fawn looking like he was jerking himself off, trying to keep the umbilical cord in-frame to emphasize his newness while keeping his own hand out of frame to avoid looking like he was actively posing the shot. It was a challenge, and out of the dozens of photos he was able to take before Rolo let go, the boar was sure only one or two were going to be worth sharing. "What about me?" Aaron asked, moving the fidgety buck's hand over to his own comparatively massive manhood. Sure enough, the baby gripped that as well, and the happy boar was able to snap many more pictures of Rolo's tiny, premature hand wrapped around his sticky, cum-covered boarmeat, and then a few more of them comparing sizes side-by-side, the boar's decidedly average member look absolutely colossal next to Rolo's tiny prick.
Meanwhile, Frankie and her team had finished re-equipping their gear for a more defensive attempt at the boss battle. The Big Bad Wolf had managed to work some life-stealing skills and equipment into her high-damage, low-health 'glass cannon' build to hopefully stay alive longer, while her teammates sacrificed high-end weapons for other gear that added extra hit points, armor, or other ways to mitigate incoming damage.
The attempt started like any other, except the team noticed that it was taking much longer than usual to clear the waves of enemies that the boss was summoning, thanks to them not dealing as much damage as they were used to. But by the time the first 'code-bearing' enemy appeared, they were in markedly better shape than before.
"I have the code, I have the code!" one of Frankie's teammates shouted into the mic. So far, everything was happening as it did in the previous attempts. And then Frankie had to dodge an incoming attack and ended up frighteningly close to the centaur-like boss.
"Wait-" she barked, "wait! The console is on the boss's leg! You have to get up close, put in the code before he attacks, and then we can start dealing damage!"
The revelation was greeted with a chorus of astonished 'ohh's and a an eye-rolling 'ugh' as the team realized the challenge of what they were being asked to do.
"We can't get that close," someone piped up, "he keeps kicking us away or swiping with his tail!"
"You just gotta dodge," Frankie replied, "That donkey-kick has a windup and a long-ass cooldown. Just watch for him to use it and then get all up in his business."
One of her other teammates giggled at the visual. "We can also make sure he's focused on someone else while you're trying to do your thing. It's really easy to get his attention. I can soak up the damage for a little bit until you're done."
"That works for the tank," Frankie chimed in, "But what about when the tank needs to put in their code? Remember in the previous encounter we each had to do it once? Who's supposed to draw aggro?"
"You just gotta dodge, Wolf," someone else shot back. The other players burst into cackles.
Frankie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, roast your DPS. Ha ha. Restart the fuckin' encounter."
Across the hall and behind the bathroom door, Aaron was busy with his little model, capturing his cum-covered body from a variety of different angles, with the boar's sticky seed mingling with the amniotic fluid and blending seamlessly in with the fawn's white chest. No one who saw these pictures would have any idea, and the thought sent electric shivers down the boar's spine. "I'm not cleaning you up," he declared, "not yet, anyways. But maybe... hmmm..."
Aaron spun Rolo sideways so that his head was facing the edge of the counter, and he pushed his mostly-floppy, cum-covered member up to Rolo's cheek. "Your grip reflex was pretty good," he praised, "let's test a few more . . ."
Sure enough, Rolo turned to face the shaft rubbing against his cheek and rooted down onto the tip, wrapping his lips tightly around it. Aaron gasped in ecstasy. It actually worked! He was always listening to his friend Tom brag about being sucked off by newborn calves on the farm, and now he could feel what all the fuss was about. He had to take the opportunity to brag back. He quickly grabbed his phone from its spot on the counter and snapped a few quick pictures of Rolo trying to nurse. He'd send those off to Tom later.
Aaron gently caressed the back of the newborn fawn's slightly molded head, resisting the urge to slam his mouth down onto his shaft. He was so serene, so fragile, but his mouth was so small the he could only fit the smallest tip of Aaron's flesh between his lips. It was maddening. The boar bit his lip and then ran his hand down Rolo's chest, feeling the sticky fur and the rubbery umbilical cord under his fingers before reaching down to Rolo's groin again and giving a gentle squeeze.
Rolo fussed a little, kicking one leg weakly and trying to roll more onto his side.
"Ah-ah-ah," Aaron corrected, trying to push his tip back into Rolo's mouth, keeping his head on the back of his head to keep him from turning away. He was trying so hard to be gentle, but the deer boy had a surprising amount of force behind those gums. It was enough to make Aaron's still-throbbing member ache as the little buck did his best to suck the cum right off it - and out of it, too, if he wasn't careful. "Nngh, okay," Aaron grimaced, letting go of Rolo, "m-maybe we need a break . . ." Tempting as it was to unload a few ropes down the buck's throat, Aaron knew Rolo had a tough enough time catching his first breath already, and he didn't want to accidentally choke him by getting something stuck in his throat. He pulled back from the counter, biting his lip as a strand of thick drool bridged the gap between Rolo's shimmering lips and the swollen tip of Aaron's rod. He snapped a picture of that, too, before aiming the camera down at his other hand, between Rolo's legs.
"Let's get a few more shots of that," Aaron thought out loud, gently squeezing Rolo's shaft between his thumb and forefinger, peeling the velvety sheath back to reveal a pink, shiny head that contrasted with his otherwise black-and-white coloring. It almost blended in with Aaron's pink hand. He kept stroking until he was fairly certain that the fawn was at full mast, then leaned down to spit on it - before deciding to lean down all the way and give the newborn a taste. Frankie wasn't getting a picture of this, Aaron quickly decided, or he'd never hear the end of it. He wrapped his lips around the minuscule shaft and allowed himself to drool down the sides, dragging his tongue up along the base and then swirling it around the edges of the sheath and the tip of the exposed glans. When he slowly pulled his mouth away, the deer was twitching in the open air, standing a mighty inch and a half tall.
The boar licked his lips. He was rapidly recovering from his previous nut, and Rolo looked like he was ready to bust his first, clenching his fists and whimpering in a way that made it sound like he was begging for more. Aaron couldn't resist. He looked down at Rolo, naked and exposed on the bathroom counter, then he looked down at his own member twitching back to life, pre-lubed with the fawn's thick saliva. There was something he had to try, something that he might not ever get the opportunity for again. It was risky, but the more Aaron thought about it, the more he felt like there was no other option.
"You seemed to like what I was doing to your butt earlier," Aaron teased, "when you tumbled into my lap." He gathered Rolo's spindly legs in his hand and lifted them up to expose his tailhole, still slightly red from the earlier intrusion of Aaron's finger. The boar pushed the tip of his member up to it. It couldn't fit, he thought, there was absolutely no way. But he had to try. Keeping a firm grip on Rolo's ankles, he pulled the little buck towards the edge of the bathroom counter and pushed his hips forward against the puckered opening. He felt it stretch around the tip of his member ever so slightly. It was so warm! Using his other hand as a guide, he tried to push further, feeling Rolo's tailhole flutter and clench around the intruding girth. The little fawn tried to kick out in protest, but Aaron held him fast. The jerking motion even helped him dig even further in, almost to the point where the tip of Aaron's member was fully inside.
Aaron let go of one of Rolo's ankles, allowing him to kick and squirm while still holding him fast by the other leg. With one mighty kick that seemed to take all the little baby's strength, Aaron sank deep and bit his lip, letting out a restrained breath as the newborn's tailhole clenched him like a vice. Suddenly, the little buck let out a squeak and his member throbbed to life, sticking straight up and twitching rhythmically. Aaron quickly let go of Rolo's other leg letting him squirm and buck his hips with the boar still lodged inside his ass. Aaron could feel Rolo's hips bones pressured against his anal walls grinding on his unmoving lodged cock.
". . .did you just cum?" Aaron asked panting a bit, grabbing his camera again to take a few shots of spread-eagled fawn with his cock spreading the newborn's cheeks, "I can't believe it! You frisky little fawn!" Rolo's member bobbed up and down several times.
Watching it happen was almost enough to make Aaron cum too, but he didn't want to thrust his hips and risk hurting the poor fawn. So kept one hand on Rolo's ankle and started to stroke himself with his other, leaving the tip nestled between the buck's buttocks. He jerked his hand quickly up and down the exposed shaft, leaving his tip buried inside until his entire body shook with an orgasm so powerful he had to lean on the counter to avoid collapsing to the floor, pushing his throbbing organ forward even though there was so much resistance that there was nowhere left inside the boy to go. The boar's seed started to leak out and onto the towel.
In Frankie's studio, the Big Bad Wolf and her team felt like they were making headway on the event's final boss, but it was slow going. With the team favoring a more defensive strategy, they were dealing less damage and the encounter was taking longer than any of them would have liked, especially since they had to start the fight over if they got wiped out, and the beginning of the fight seemed to be getting further and further away, causing them to lose more and more progress every time they made a mistake. They had the mechanics figured out - wait for a special enemy to spawn in, defeat it to get the code, get up close to the boss and use the code to make him vulnerable, shoot him a bunch, and then repeat. It seemed simple enough, but each time they got close to winning something happened to put them on the back foot - Someone ran out of ammo, an enemy spawned in the wrong spot and got in the way, or the boss moved in a way that made it impossible to get close.
Frankie was so close to victory she could taste it. She wondered how Aaron and Rolo were doing across the hall - with the fan on and the door closed she couldn't hear too much, aside from the occasional fawn squeak or boar squeal.
Aaron was busy snapping a few more photos of the fawn flat on his back as he pulled out with a soft squelching noise. Rolo was covered in Aaron's cum inside and out, and his little tailhole was swollen and irritated. But if Aaron pulled the fawn's little white tail down between his legs, no one would be able to see. And the cum on his chest and belly blended in perfectly with the wet fur and white spots. No one who saw these pictures would have any idea, it was all hidden in plain sight. They also wouldn't be able to see that Aaron was bottomless and dripping just out of frame. "You're such an easy subject," the boar praised, "a natural model."
Eager to get the easy-going fawn in front of a lens as much as possible, Aaron scooped him up by his ankles and held him upside-down, then smiled for a selfie like a fisherman with his latest catch. He could do better than that, though, he thought, and he planned to keep his little photoshoot going as long as Frankie was still busy with her video game. Maybe a change of scenery, he thought, something other than stained ivory towels and eggshell walls.
He scooped Rolo back up in the towel and nestled him in the crook of his arm, opening the bathroom door slowly. Frankie was still busy. Given her attitude from earlier, Aaron was positive that even if she heard them, she'd ignore them on purpose. He slinked passed the studio and into his bedroom, setting his cervine bundle on the bed before removing the towel entirely. He knew babies could get messy, but it was a risk he was willing to take. He quickly got an idea for a more adult-themed shot and tugged some of the blankets up between Rolo's legs, tastefully concealing his gender while leaving everything else exposed. Another few shots had him propped up in a semi-sitting position against Aaron's pillow, some angles with his plump bits on display between his skinny legs, others with blankets or a tangle of umbilical cord blocking the view. As the minutes ticked by, Aaron got more involved, posing Rolo with his hands and leaving them in the shot, and even propping the baby deer in his lap and covering his groin with a hand.
Then he heard the shouting from the studio.
"YES!" Frankie barked, standing up from her chair before becoming painfully aware of how much her stomach still hurt. She played it off as getting caught on her headphone cord. Fortunately, her camera was angled high enough that no one saw her empty, sagging belly, or her thighs caked with blood with Rolo's umbilical cord still dangling between them. She looked at the clock. It was almost half past ten in the morning. She was tired, sore, and hungry. But she was victorious. She won. She had beaten the 'fiendishly difficult' encounter that had been cooked up for only the most hardcore gamers. She and her team had a solid standing on the leaderboards - they might have even been first. But more than that, she beat Rolo. It didn't undo the trauma caused by her first two deliveries, but it made her realize that she could do it. She could do anything. She didn't stick around for the cutscene at the end of the encounter, she just gave her team a quick 'brb' and shut off her camera.
The canine waddled off her chair, then grabbed one of the many towels still piled under the desk and stuffed it between her legs, wobbling slightly as she heaved out the water balloon-like placenta with a grunt and dropped the whole mess back on the floor. She was exhausted. Not from the delivery, she told herself, but from trying to beat this fucking game for more than ten hours straight. Giving birth to her third child had nothing to do with it, she convinced herself. "I'm fucking done," she announced, "I need a nap. And a snack."
"Someone's way ahead of ya," Aaron announced, emerging from the bedroom with a neatly-swaddled Rolo in his arms. The fawn was groggy, eyes closed and large ears twitching whenever Aaron exhaled. Frankie hesitated. The video game event was over, she reminded herself, she could afford to pay attention to her kid. But she was so deliriously exhausted it was hard to take herself out of that focused mode.
"Oh shit, he's tiny," Frankie blurted out. "No wonder he slipped out so fast."
Rolo made a burbling sound hearing Frankie's voice, and shuffled slightly inside the bundle.
"Did you get your content?" Aaron asked. It had the same tone as a clueless father asking his kid if he was winning a game.
"Sure did," Frankie answered, still staring at Rolo's ears and his silvery hair. "Just need a bit to go over the footage and then send it off to the DragonTech devs to verify. I'll post it later. What about you," she asked with a tired grin, "did you get your content?"
"Tons," Aaron replied knowingly, "just need to hand it off to my editor."
Frankie rolled her eyes. "Your 'editor' is going to be indisposed for a few days to recover," she replied bitterly, "...from the game," she clarified.
Aaron handed the fawn over, and Frankie's nose wrinkled. "Did you?"
"Yup." Aaron said with a shy grin.
"He smells like-"
"Content," Aaron replied.
Frankie chuckled slightly. She was curious. Aaron, as if seeing her reaction hammered it home. "Too bad my editor is 'indisposed' and 'recovering' from her grueling morning playing video games to see it. Maybe I'll send it to her when she's feeling better."
"Your editor has ways of getting it without you sending it to her," she threatened jokingly, still holding the oblivious and tuckered out Rolo in her arms.
"It'll still be there when she's ready for it. In the meantime," Aaron said with a wink, "enjoy your loot! I know I did."",
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