"What's up EweTube," Raun announced, grinning widely for the camera, "welcome to the Bekker family homestead, where today we're getting our cubs to react to something very special! Now if you've been following us for a while you probably know that we recorded the birth of our son Christiaan a few years back. I'll put a link to that down below in the description, please go watch it now if you haven't, because today . . ." he paused for emphasis, "today we're going to be re-watching it with Chris and Klara here and maybe have them react to it a little bit! So let's get to it!"

Klara did her best to look . . . normal. She was shrouded in baggy jeans and an adult-sized two-tone sweatshirt that would have draped past her tail if she was standing up. She didn't want to be here getting milked for content, but a deal was a deal: She could only watch her brother's age-restricted birth video if she watched it alongside the rest of the family as part of a 'reaction' video for the family vlog.

The bull sat down on the couch opposite his wife Elize, with Klara and Christiaan sandwiched on the couch between them. The adults were both casually dressed, with Raun in a band shirt and Elize in a tank top. Baby Lea, now almost a week old, was dressed in a pastel green onesie, nestled in the crook of Elize's arms and sleeping soundly. Klara's younger brother Christiaan, the star of the show, had a bright blue shirt that read "Number one big brother" in bold black print. Raun put one hand around the back of the couch, careful not to hit Klara with his wide horns, and then clicked the mouse to start the video.

The video opened abruptly on a close-up of Raun's giddy-looking face. He was obviously younger - his muzzle was leaner, his horns were smaller, and his normally-messy red hair was neatened up and cut short. The Raun in the video zoomed the camera out and turned his phone to the side, and Klara recognized the inside of her oupa's motorhome. It was a loud, ugly thing, older than Klara by far, with wooden accents and beige plastic inside and out. The family still used it during the summer to travel to conventions and trade shows, but the smell of cigarettes lingered from opua's days.

The camera panned to the side, and Klara thought for sure she caught a blurry image of herself strapped into the bench seats further back before the camera landed on her mom, dressed in a loose blouse that billowed in the breeze from the open window. Her seatbelt was off, her back was arched, and she was gripping the armrests so tightly Klara could see the indents in the fake leather. When she wasn't holding on for dear life it looked like she was fumbling with her leggings.

"Raun, you have to pull over!" the Elize in the video demanded as she gasped for breath.

"There's an exit coming up," Raun said from behind the camera, "we can-"

"Now!" Elize brayed, "You have to pull over now! We're not gonna make it!"

"Does mommy have to go tinkie too?" asked a small voice from the bench seat. Klara cringed, pulling her ears against her head in secondhand embarrassment. That was her voice from the back seat, she realized, it had to be!

Raun reached down and paused the video. "Do you remember this trip?" He asked, leaning forward to address twelve-year-old Klara back in the real world. Klara shook her head. 

"Not really," she mumbled shyly, peeking out from behind her ears.

"I still can't believe we didn't get ticketed for this," Elize laughed from beside Klara on the couch, baby Lea in the crook of her arm, "that's gotta count as distracted driving or something."

"Yeah, I was a little distracted," Raun admitted coyly, "how close was he at this point?"

"Oh, he was, like, right there," Elize replied, poking her seven-year-old son in the shoulder, "see that? You were this close to being born in the front seat of oupa's motorhome!"

"For context," Raun interrupted and looked into the camera, "This wasn't a bit or anything, we were on a camping trip. You weren't supposed to be born for a few weeks yet," he explained, putting a hand on Christiaan's head and roughing his hair, "so when Liz went into labor it was a big surprise. We got everything packed up and booked it back into town, but . . ." Raun shrugged his shoulders with a knowing smirk.

"Did I come out really fast?" Christiaan looked up, "like super-duper-ultra-sonic-fast?"

"You'll see," Elize promised, nodding for Raun to restart the video. The Elize on-screen grit her teeth and let out a deep, guttural groan before the video wobbled and cut ahead. Klara recognized that sound, it was the same one her mom made moments before Leandri was born. It meant something big was about to happen, and Klara found herself getting anxious.

When the video cut back in, it was from a point of view outside the motorhome's passenger side. Klara could see the blinkers on, and traffic could still be heard whooshing by just on the other side, but the motorhome itself wasn't moving. It looked like they had pulled over just on the edge of some farmer's field on the side of the highway. Elize stumbled out from the passenger seat, leaning heavily on the the door like she was going to collapse at any moment. The camera wobbled as Raun supported Elize with one arm, helping her lean against the outside of the motorhome, and then rushed back inside, dodging a red-headed calf who toddled innocently after her mom.

"Klara, stay here!" Raun commanded from behind the camera, "Don't run off!"

"I gotta tinkie!" the calf replied, already having turned the corner out of sight.

"That's me?" Klara pointed. It was a silly question, she realized, it couldn't have been anyone else, but she wasn't used to seeing herself so . . .short.

"Sure was," Raun beamed, as his past self fumbled through suitcases on-screen to grab some beach towels, "barely out of diapers. Not surprised you don't remember."

By the time the younger Raun in the video had grabbed the towels and stepped outside, Elize was already leaning against the motorhome for support, struggling to pull off her leggings without falling over. Her tail could be seen angrily swishing back and forth, apparently stuck. Little Klara copied her mom, shedding her own shorts and underwear with ease before dropping into a squat with a hand against the motorhome for support.

"Oh my god," Klara bleated as she covered her face with her hands and sank into the couch. She'd just dropped trau and mooned the entire internet! in front of her whole family! This wasn't a 'react' vid, this was a nightmare! She peaked through her fingers to see if her dad at least had the decency to skip ahead or pull the camera away or something to save her decency, but she remained in frame as Raun reached out to help his wife disrobe. Every time the camera jostled he seemed to fix it in order to get both of them on screen, like he was doing it on purpose. Klara was positive it couldn't get any worse, and then the toddler on the screen lifted her tail and started to pee.

"Oh my god," Klara repeated. She felt like she was going to cringe herself inside-out. The Raun in the video was mercifully quiet and Elize seemed a little distracted to notice, but back on the couch her dad let out an awkward chuckle.

"Klara's peeing!" Christiaan pointed. Klara reached out an arm to swat at him. 

"Shut up!" she hissed.

"Make me!" Christiaan giggled.

Klara leaned over to swat at him again before she was gently nudged back by her mother's elbow. "Later," the older kudu commanded, her gaze move from one sibling to the other before she nodded back to the laptop. "Now we have to rewind!"

The video resumed with Raun's phone camera flicking back and forth from his wife to his daughter with nauseating speed. He pushed the beach towels from earlier down on the grass between Elize's legs as she squatted down almost to the ground. A viscous, off-color liquid drooled from between her legs and Klara could see the muscles in her mom's thighs tense up as her thin tail flicked in frustration. "Fucking - come on," she could hear her mom grumbling. 

"We're gonna have to bleep that out," Raun laughed.

"I was so mad at this point," Elize calmly interjected from the couch. "Not at you, of course," she nodded to her son, "but it felt like I was holding you in for so long on the road and now you didn't wanna come out! Like, what was the deal?"

Christiaan beamed. Not only did he get to hear his mom drop an f-bomb on the family blog, he got to be the reason why!

On the laptop, Raun could be seen tentatively reaching out to rub his wife's lower back as she rested her head against the motorhome. His touch was reassuring and gentle, his fingers rubbing hesitantly at first, then firmly against the small of her back down to the base of her tail and back up again. Once again, Klara found herself staring at the curve of her mother's bare butt, even getting a peek of her pink tailhole when her tail flagged to the side. She wondered when - or if - she would get curves like that instead of the flat, bony bottom she had now. She also wondered how this video managed to get past the brutal EweTube censors. A simple age-restriction didn't seem fair - not that she was going to complain!

Something else that caught Klara's eye was the underside of her mom's pregnant belly when she squatted down, it was so low it was visible even from behind! It hit her like a truck that her brother was actually inside there, minutes or maybe even seconds from being born. It made her feel like she was in on some sort of secret, she knew something that no one else in the video did, not even herself!

The camera turned again to toddler-Klara who had apparently finished relieving herself, and instead of pulling her purple shorts back up, kicked them off to the side and skipped away bottomless. "Klara!" Raun bleated, "I said stay close!"

Klara watched from the couch as her younger self frolicked in the long grass, circling a crooked fencepost on the other side of the ditch. Her dad was still shouting onscreen but it was hard to hear over the traffic rushing by just out of frame. Neither of the Klaras were listening, anyways: The toddler on screen was giggling as she played ring-around-the-rosie by herself around the fencepost, and the older calf on the couch was staring at her younger self, finding herself strangely envious. She was lean but not skinny, tall but not gangly, and had just the right amount of chub sticking to her frame, especially between her legs. Her bright teal tank top hugged the gentle swell of her chest and if she squinted, she thought she could see her nipples peeking out from underneath her top, the toddler having no reason to wear a bra.

Klara caught herself when her dad paused the video again with her younger self mid-skip, private parts fully visible. Why was she staring at herself like that? It was her own body, she could see it any time she wanted. So what made this so . . .different? She looked away from the laptop, trying to make it look like her eyes weren't stuck on the bottomless calf on the screen.

Raun resumed the video just before another guttural moan pulled Raun's attention. The camera swung around back to the laboring Elize, still in a deep squat with one hand against the side of the motorhome for support. There was a dark spot on the beach towel on the ground beneath her, and Klara was sure she could see a dark mound between her mother's legs, just like she saw with baby Leandri in this very room only a few nights ago.

"I can see the head!" The younger Raun announced. Those words certainly got present-day Klara's attention, but unfortunately her past self was oblivious. If only she knew then what she knew now, Klara lamented. Raun's hand could be seen reaching into the frame, gently peeling his wife's tail off her sticky thighs and pulling it up to try and get a better view.

The Elize on-screen flicked her tail and reached blindly behind her to swat her husband's hand away. "Don't touch me!" she strained and groaned as the glistening head of the calf emerged more and more, stretching her birth canal to the limit until the kudu woman ran out of breath and let out a frustrated "guh!" as the head slipped back inside almost completely, her glistening lips sliding back over the unborn Christiaan's head. Klara clenched her thighs together, unable to help herself from imagining how it must have felt. She knew rubbing herself down there - or having someone else do it - felt really good, and she inferred from watching her baby sister's birth in-person only a week or so ago that having a baby felt really, really good, at least that's how her mother seemed to feel. So having a whole baby slide in and then out again, just like her fingers, must have felt beyond amazing. Klara looked around, feeling her ears going red again. Her parents and brother were cracking jokes about Christiaan being in such a hurry to come out and then changing his mind, but the kudu tween was barely listening. She was intently focused on the video, and watched her mother catch her breath and bear down again. Her brother's head started to emerge a second time, a little further than before, but her mother again ran out of stamina and the head again was swallowed up between her thighs.

"Klara!" the younger Raun called, swinging the camera around with nauseating speed, "I told you to stay close!" The Klara on the couch wished her younger self would listen. She had no idea what she was missing! Instead she was bent over picking flowers by the fence, off in her own little world while unwittingly mooning the camera again.

"I see Klara's butt!" Christiaan pointed from the couch.

"I said shush!" Klara waved her arm in her brother's general direction again, her attention quickly torn from the action on the screen.

"Watch your mouth," Elize playfully nudged her son, "you didn't have any clothes on when you were born either, you know!"

"Here he comes," Raun interrupted, "here he comes!"

Klara didn't need to be told to keep her eyes on the video. She was glued to the screen as her mother gripped the side of the motorhome and pushed again, the sound of her bleating intermittently drowned out by the passing traffic. More cloudy fluid dripped from between Elize's thighs as Christiaan's head appeared again. She could hear her mom gasp as his muzzle popped out, followed by both shoulders and then the rest of him all at once.

"Holy shit!" Raun could be heard exclaiming from behind the camera as his son landed on the picnic blanket with a wet splat. Klara caught herself leaning into the screen to get a better look before her mom blindly reached between her legs, dragging him clumsily up and against her chest as she turned around and slumped with her back against the side of the motorhome. The newborn Christiaan onscreen coughed, his entire slimy body seizing up as he cleared his throat, and Klara thought she saw a glob of something fly out from his muzzle. Elize held him awkwardly under the arms, and Klara found her eyes following the purplish-blue umbilical cord as it trailed from her mother's bloodied thighs and wrapped around her newborn brother's body. She swore she saw the turgid rope twitch, but she wasn't sure that was because of her brother's flailing and jerking, her mother's heaving breaths, or if it was doing it all on its own.

"Holy shit," Elize echoed back as she fumbled the squirming calf in her arms, "holy shit!" She clumsily untangled the umbilical cord and then held him close to her chest, panting heavily.

Klara let out an amused snort. The newborn calf onscreen - her brother - had his arms and legs splayed out at all angles, apparently intent on making himself as difficult to hold as possible. He was also crying so loud it almost drowned out both the adults. Some things never change, the tween thought to herself. She stole a glance at her brother on the couch. His fur was paler now than it was back then, more of a tan than an oaky brown. He had the same white stripes across his back that the rest of the family did, and his dark hair blended into the rest of his damp fur. Klara was pretty sure he was scrawnier than Lea when she was born, with skinnier limbs and an even bigger head, if such a thing were even possible. She also thought she caught a glimpse of something between her baby brother's legs, but the shaky camera work made it difficult to get a clear view. She wondered why she was so eager to look. It was her own brother, she knew what was there! She'd seen it before, and she could probably look anytime . . . not that she wanted to!

"I was so overwhelmed at this point," The Elize on the couch smiled, addressing the camera, "I didn't even realize he was all wrapped up in the cord, I just sort of. . . undid it. He was here, he was moving, he was breathing, nothing else mattered!"

The adults in the video were panting heavily, Raun heaping praise upon his wife and Elize breathlessly swearing to herself, unable to believe what just happened. Klara shuffled uncomfortably in her seat with anticipation. She knew that somewhere in the background, her younger self was frolicking innocently, oblivious to the birth of her brother. She wanted to yell at the screen for the little calf to turn around, pay more attention, and realize what she was missing! But even now she felt stymied by the angle of the camera and the way her mom was holding baby Chris to her chest. She couldn't see anything! She didn't know what she was expecting to see, but it was more than what she was getting!

"Holy shit," Elize could be heard repeating herself on the video, her breathing starting to slow as the rush dissipated, "hooooly shit." She took another shuddering breath and looked down at the slimy, matted calf in her arms, holding it away from her chest slightly. "Holy shit it's a boy!"

Klara already knew what her mother saw, but she didn't know why hearing it got her so . . . excited. She caught herself leaning forward in her seat as her mother adjusted her grip on baby Chris and lifted his leg to show her husband - and the camera, and the entire internet - proof of her discovery. It wasn't anything that young Klara hadn't seen before, her parents were very open about baths and diaper changes when her brother was a tot, but it definitely looked . . . bigger when their mom was holding him up to the camera like that. His shaft was wet, like the rest of him, and it was poking straight out like it had a kind of its own, twitching in the open air. His ballsack seemed heavier too, saggier, more like dad's. The whole package seemed almost too large to be attached to a body so small and new. She didn't remember it being like that last time she saw it! She quickly glanced over at her brother's crotch to check, just in case, only to see her mother looking back at her.

Kak! Busted! Klara swore inside her head. Her eyes snapped back to the screen but she knew that she'd been caught, and she could feel her ears turn red from embarrassment. Trying to save face, she looked over at her brother again, this time at his face to see his reaction to seeing his own naked, newborn body. Her brother pointed at the screen excitedly, looking over to both mom and dad quizzically.

"Yeah, that's you!" Elize beamed before Christiaan had a chance to ask. She rubbed the top of her son's head proudly, ruffling his dark hair. The seven-year-old shook his head to get her to stop, his ears flapping against the side of his head. He grinned at the screen and giggled awkwardly, his eyes darting from his newborn self to his present-day self, looking down between his legs and shuffling, putting his hands down there as if to stop something from sprouting up.

Klara was getting overstimulated, trying to keep an eye on what felt like a million things at once. The video kept playing, with her younger father heaping praise on his wife overtop of baby Christiaan's wet-sounding cries. The camera zipped from baby to mother and back so fast it nearly made Klara sick. Flies kept landing on Christiaan's naked body, reminding Klara that they really were just out there on the side of the road, with only the parked motorhome to shield them from the highway. If someone had stopped to check them out they would have seen everything! It made Klara wonder about every road trip they've ever been on. Did this happen to anyone else? Did they ever drive by someone else having a baby and just not know? The possibility was agonizing!

The camera turned briefly away from mother and baby, and Klara watched as her parents called her over from where she was playing, but something seemed . . .off. There was a chunk of footage missing, she was sure of it. Things didn't line up quite right and it looked like the camera angle was a few degrees off all of a sudden. She'd seen enough speedrun analysis vids on EweTube to recognize the tricks of clever edit when she saw one. The voice her dad used was the real giveaway, though, it was a tone he only used if he'd already tried to call her more than once. But the rest of the video looked so raw and unscripted, what could they possibly have needed to cut out? She didn't have much time to ponder on it though, her bottomless five-year-old self quickly stole her attention as she toddled back into frame. Klara couldn't keep her eyes off her - the subtle jiggle when she walked, the gentle swells of cub-fat underneath her silky fur. She loved the way her younger self looked. If she still looked like that instead of the tall, clumsy mess she'd grown into, she'd be showing herself off all the time! Others seemed to like it too, judging by the video's view count.

"Come meet your new brother!" Raun commanded from on the screen. His tone was jovial yet firm as his toddler daughter cozied up and squatted down, giving everyone watching a blatant view of her little girl parts. The older Klara shuffled awkwardly. She was torn between embarrassment at the innocence of her younger self and pride that her younger body seemed so . . .worthy of attention. Her mom and dad on the screen showed her her newborn baby brother the same way they showed off baby Lea only a week or so ago: no blankets, no modesty, just a fully naked baby held out for the world to see, private parts and all, the umbilical cord still draped across his shoulder. Baby Chris certainly seemed excited to see her, she thought, his little willie was sticking straight up and down, stiff and twitching in the open air right in front of everybody! Klara bit her lip. She had so many questions that she was afraid to ask while on-camera - did she have that effect on her little brother, too? Did it feel so good to be born that he just came out like . . .that? If Klara was her mom in that moment, she would have felt pretty good giving those feelings to her own baby, especially if giving birth meant she got to feel that way, too!

"Who's that?" the younger Klara asked, tilting her head and pointing her finger at the newborn bull calf being displayed to her.

"This is Chris," Raun explained, "Your new brother! Can you say hi?"

The younger Klara reached out without fear to touch the baby's head, putting her fingers gently on the top of his head and then leaning in. Present-day Klara wished she'd been that bold with baby Leandri right away, but at least she was able to make up for it later!

The video stopped abruptly, again making Klara think that something had been removed. There was no outro, no fumbling to turn off the camera, this was a clean cut.

"That's it?" Christiaan piped up from his spot on the couch. Klara hoped her brother saw the edits, too.

"Whaddya mean 'that's it'?" Elize giggled, "That was the moment you were born! And you got to meet your sister for the first time!"

Klara wondered why Christiaan wasn't more excited. Their mom was right, this was an important moment! Probably the most important moment! Klara could hardly keep still but her little brother seemed uncharacteristically low-key about the whole thing. Where was the energy he had when little Lea was being born?

"We got back on the road and back into a town after this to get Elize and Chris checked out properly," Raun explained both to the camera and his cubs, "just to make sure everything was okay. But as you can all see everything turned out fine and we got some awesome stories to tell."

Klara leaned in and took control of the laptop. "Can we see some of the comments?" she asked. She had to know what others were thinking about her and her brother!

"Uh-" Raun protested, but Klara had already started scrolling down.

"Just be careful," Elize warned, "People on the internet can be pretty mean sometimes!"

Klara didn't care. She had to know. She needed to make sure she wasn't the only one who felt the way she did. The top comments were disappointingly generic - congratulations and well-wishes, things like that, followed by a slew of empty spaces that simply read "COMMENT DELETED". She wondered why. The first comment that actually caught her eye was from someone who apparently had a similar experience:

@Esther226
What an experience, watching your family grow right before my eyes! My own birth experience wasn't nearly this exciting, I went into labor in the middle of the night and was able to get to the hospital in plenty of time because we were the only car on the road! Your fawns are both gorgeous, by the way~

Klara rolled her eyes. No one else seemed to know that antelopes like her were technically bovines, not cervines. She resisted the urge to correct them - this time - and kept scrolling.

@A_Ssw_iz_ar_d48
Such a beautiful family! Growing larger, every time I see it. Welcome to life, little buck. Eat hearty, make your mark. And get that big sister a nice big-sister shirt, or a bracelet, or.. or something; I bet that'll help if she fears, 'losing her place' in the family, with new baby bro soaking up that attention. Here's looking forwards to the next one!"

@Custos
Congratulations! Such a beautiful baby boy. Welcome to the world, Christiaan!
On that note, does your family practice penis nursing? Having dad provide the first meal is the best bonding experience between a father and newborn, and it's all the latest parenting hype. I'm sure Klara would still love to too if you haven't nursed her yet, dad!

Klara looked back at her parents. This was an older comment, there was no way they hadn't seen it already. Did they actually? Did they do it with her, too? Or with Lea? She didn't want to ask, she knew they were still recording, so she kept scrolling as the comments made her more and more uncomfortable:

@Simply_sweet
Put that brat back in the oven, he's not fully cooked!

@Vav_vov
[TIMESTAMP] I wonder how many fingers I could fit in there?

@Xx_Shadowfactory_xX
fucking prey sluts cumming on the side of the road ned some awds to com clean up that fuckin mess asap

@Karenalmighty72
This his horrible! None of you should ever be near a baby! I'm calling cub protective services and the cyber-police!

@BurlapPossom
Hey this isn't @WhingingWithCabbage! 

Klara scrolled up and looked at the view count again, saying the number over again in her mind. She could have sworn it had jumped up by a bit since she started watching the video, meaning that someone else in the world was watching it - watching her - right now. This random individual, possibly half a world away, had seen her naked. Four hundred thousand people had seen her and her brother naked, and they could be anyone, anywhere: teachers, classmates, the librarian, random people in the grocery store, they could all be looking at them and seeing this naked, five-year-old girl and her newborn baby brother. The thought sent shivers up the kudu's spine, and then another shiver all the way back down when she realized she kind of liked the idea. "Have . . . have the other vids been uploaded yet?" she asked, trying to sound innocent. She wanted to see what the internet thought about her little sister - would they react in the same way?

Her mom shook her head. "Not yet, sprout," she sighed, "we've got a bunch of videos about baby Lea in the works but they've all still gotta be edited!"

"And baby Lea doesn't exactly give us much time," Raun chimed in.

Her parents were right, Klara realized. In the week or two since Leandri was born, it seemed like everything revolved around her. She cried in the middle of the night and it felt like she needed to be fed and changed all the time, which put the burden on Klara to do things like watch dinner and fold clothes on top of her already-mountainous list of chores, and yet here she was contemplating adding to the pile. ". . .What if I helped?" she finally asked.

There was a quick glance between Raun and Elize that Christiaan and Klara didn't notice. "I don't know," Elize warned, "it's a lot of responsibility. That's our name on that vlog."

"I know," Klara insisted. She knew her parents were telling the truth - the EweTubers she watched were constantly warning their audiences and chats that the videos that got posted were only the tip of the iceberg. The stuff everyone saw was the product of hours and hours of behind-the-scenes work that no one ever saw or appreciated. The more popular content creators hired their own editors to do the work for them so they could keep recording and pumping out content, getting videos of the latest trending games out while they were still fresh. Others joined studios or big companies for access to entire editing teams and the latest, most expensive software. "I remember you showed me once after you recorded me playing Swinecraft with some friends from school."

"Yeah, you were more interested in watching and playing than actually doing the work," Raun laughed.

"I bet if you showed me again I'd be really good at it! And then we can get those videos out!"

"How about this," Raun proposed, "Your mom and I have a lot of footage stored up for that 'twenty-four hours with a newborn' vlog we've been working on. Why don't we go through it together and trim it down to something we can put up? I'll even put you in the description!"

"The top of the description?" Klara grinned

"The very top," her dad grinned back.