Sometimes dreams just do not make any sense. Marcie found herself in a medieval city. Not just any city though, she recognized it from the game she used to play. As undead invaders broke through the defenses she grabbed her bow. She took aim between the gathered defenders. One by one they fell to her arrows, but there were too many for her to keep up. Her quiver went empty, and she resorted to her racial bonus of quill arrows. After another ten the whole front line opened up, nothing between her and the gates. She stood as they opened again, preparing to take down anyone that came through. She wasn’t prepared for this though. A mink walking through with an elf maiden at his side. He grinned wickedly. Suddenly, she was reminded of her pregnancy, her belly bulged. The elf, who had to be about her age, asked him, “Honey, who’s that?” “Oooh, she’s nobody,” He replied, “Maybe just a girl who think that I’m the one.” Marcie raised her bow in broad daylight and took aim. She started shouting in a fit of rage. She could feel her fingers loose the bow just as that reality faded away. _____________________________________________ Marcie woke up screaming. The door swung wide open with her jerboa teacher hopping in, “Is everything alright?” He asked, staying at the doorway. The hedgehog looked around… that’s right, all that business the night before was real. “I’ll be fine… I just… I just had a dream where I had a chance to kill the person that did this to me, well... in a game world that is.” She looked down and sighed, trying to calm herself down. “Am I capable of doing that now?” The older jerboa turned away from the door. “I don’t know what lead to you getting pregnant, but you got kicked out of your home and you coming to me means that either you can’t locate the father, or you hate his guts. I’m going to hazard a guess on the latter.” He then says, “Then again, you could be experiencing feelings enhanced by hormones that your young body normally wouldn’t normally endure.” He took a look at her, “I can’t claim to understand what’s going through your mind right now Marcie. What I can tell you is that we can only take it one day at a time now. Marcie looked down at the bed. “One day at a time… I guess.” She looked over to him, seeming to be about to say something when she hastily got up and pushed her way past him. This was one feeling she definitely knew as she ran to the bathroom and shut the door. The rest of the morning was quiet as Scott was readying lesson plans and Marcie took the time to study. As afternoon came Scott broke the silence urge Marcie to get ready to go to a store. “I know a store downtown that will help you get a wardrobe for the next few months. I’m just hoping that I won’t get twenty questions when I bring you there,” he admits. Marcie nodded in agreement, “I know. I kind feel eyes on me all the time lately, especially… well, in the last week.” She says with a paw brushing at her belly. “Maybe if there’s something that can… well… reduce how big I look as long as possible? I mean... it won’t matter at home but out in public I get a little nervous.” Scott said, “For now we may be able to find something, but it won’t be long before it will be impossible to hide. You will have to let it all show eventually.” He looked down at the ground, “But that doesn’t mean we won’t try, alright?” For the first time in a day the girl had a small smile on her face. “I suppose not, hmm?” Her tail gave a quick wag before she started get dressed properly. When she got her t-shirt and her jeans on she looked in the mirror. Her paw came to her belly again, stroking it gently. “You’ll be alright baby… give me these few months.” She said in a soft tone. Scott drove for a good thirty minutes to make it to the mall. It was a different one that Marcie normally frequented before. “I went to a mall that’s a little further away from the school. I figured that there would be less chance to bump into anyone you know here,” he explained. With a nod Marcie said, “I can understand that reasoning. Hopefully nobody that I know would be around.” She was self-conscious as she stepped out of the car, trying her best not to make her belly show or at the least hiding its size, even though she was barely visible, and nobody would’ve paid much attention to a strange hedgehog with a little pudge. Once in the store Scott called over an attendant who took Marcie’s measurements. She had never had her measurement actually taken before and it was fairly embarrassing, especially in her condition. It didn’t help that when her bust was taken her breasts were super sensitive to tough and she gave a sharp gasp. The attendant seemed understanding enough at least. There was a variety of outfits they she tried on, from overalls to t-shirt and jeans combos, and even new pajamas. On top of that were panties that were designed to grow with her, and bras with room to grow and padding for future leakage. On the way out of the mall with Scott carrying most of the purchases, Marcie stopped in front of an arcade. She let out a soft sigh, “Mr. Pan, have you ever played on one of those machines?” She asked, pointing at one of the dancing rhythm games. “I… I used to.” Scott took a peek at the game that she was talking about. “Oooh, I wasn’t the best, but I definitely played those games a while back. You’ll be able to play that again, I’m sure!” He said. “Alas, with your condition I wouldn’t recommend playing right now.” Marcie gave a light nod before continuing on, “I know. Someday though, maybe both me and the child will play one of those together... bet he or she would be better than I’ll ever be.” She looks down at herself, “I mean… I’m gonna have breasts jostling about and all manners of things to worry about.” Scott smiled with amusement, “Maybe, or there might be some rhythm game that you both might enjoy together. Who knows what the future will bring.” He leads the way out of the mall and over to the car, loading it up for an afternoon drive home. __________________________________________ The evening progressed on without too much incident, however Scott could feel himself feeling sexual urges. This was normal, and he usually relieved himself without issue since he used to live alone. However, with Marcie sleeping over in the house he became concerned that his privacy to do so had vanished. It also didn’t help that he already had a basic attraction to her, and that he’d seen her in just her underwear the night before. The jerboa stripped down to just his boxers… thinking to himself that maybe he should get proper nightclothes at some point now that there is a child in the home. A child that sets off all of his buttons. He sighed as he settled down for bed, having to go another day without satisfying his urges. Maybe after Monday, he thought, she’ll be placed in a new home that’s healthy for her and her baby. There was another scream from the guest room. Good heavens, is this going to be a nightly occurrence? He slowly gets up and puts on his light robe, but this time Marcie went out into the hallway herself. She seemed angry more than anything. “Why can’t I get a good night’s sleep without dreaming about him?” She asks into the darkness. “It’s not just these two nights, this has been going on since I got back from vacation!” Scott sighed, “I can’t explain these things… I can guess that you’re feeling helpless and you blame him, rightfully so, for these downturns in your life.” He then said, “I’ll recommend a psychiatric evaluation when you move to a more permanent home.” Marcie looked down, “I... I’m sorry Mr. Pan, I’m just so messed up right now. I also feel too wired up to fall back asleep… can... can you join me on the couch?” The jerboa gave a light nod, “Maybe watching something will help you get your mind off of him.” He led her over to the living room, getting some water along the way. He turned on the television and started scanning, stopping on some cheesy action flick that was showing in the late-night hours. The movie was quite the snoozer though, leading both of them to be unconscious before too long. At around 5 AM Marcie stirred. She realized she didn’t have another one of those dreams. Maybe, in her thinking, it was being close to Scott. She shifted just slightly... it’s not a good position but maybe she can get a little more sleep. That thought quickly faded when she noticed that Scott’s robe had opened up. The rodent’s head was reared back as he lightly snored, but his member was standing at attention. Probably dreaming about a co-worker… or someone else at school, she had thought to herself. Against her better judgement though she reached over to touch at it. It wasn’t exactly like that one guy before, but I was somewhat similar. She eventually started to stroke the rodent cock in earnest. As she started incorporating her whole paw into the act he moaned softly. Still in his sleep he said quietly, “M-Marcie…” This startled her for a second, before she realized that he wasn’t awake. She knew she should stop… just like before, she should just stop and go to bed. Her paw however continued to stroke up and down, fumbling a little bit with her inexperience. A new thought crossed her mind. What will happen when he comes to a climax? He’s most certainly going to ejaculate and that will make a mess of his couch. In her haste she did the only thing she could think of, and she got down on the floor on her knees and started to put the rodent cock in her mouth. Scott started to stir, feeling wonderful on his maleness as his balls churned, preparing to deliver its payload. It felt amazing… so real… and then it dawned on him. This was TOO real. His eyes snapped open just as his member started to jerk. Thick ropes of three days pent up seed spilled into the hedgehog’s mouth. Her little experience with sexuality didn’t include oral. She tried to swallow what she could but wound up pulling back while he was still spurting. She had to catch her breath as he sullied up the collar of her gown. Scott was stunned at the sight. He was speechless. Marcie was as well, but probably more that she got caught. A million thoughts ran through her mind and one of them became more and more prevalent. She got to her feet and paced briskly to her bedroom and slammed the door. She was ashamed of what she did, believing herself to be turning into a slut. The jerboa took a few tissues to clean himself off. He then walked over to Marcie’s room and knocked on it. “Marcie? I… I don’t know what to say…” “What was going through my head?” She fussed, “What the heck was I doing to you? I… I was curious yes but am I really no better than him?” Her frustration carried on in her voice, upset about her own behavior. Scott opened the door slowly. The sight of the hedgehog on her side, crying into her pillow was heartbreaking. “Marcie… Please calm down. Yes, what you did wasn’t right, but what’s done is done, okay? We can’t do anything about it now.” He walked over to the side of the bed. “Also if you keep stressing about it too much it could hurt the baby.” Marcie knew those words were true in her mind, but her heart was taking longer to soak this in. “Let… let me sleep on it…” she says lightly. “ The jerboa grimaced, “I’ll give you half an hour, but we do need to start getting ready for school. I’ll take you to see the counselor first thing and we can figure out what to do. She rolled over and closed her eyes, sighing lightly, “Alright Mr. Pan…”