Marcie sat across the desk from Mrs. Avere, a tall white-tailed deer in a power suit.  She told the lady about her pregnancy, how it started, and how she was kicked out of her home.  She mentioned that Mr. Pan had been sheltering her over the weekend.

     The deer read from her notes for a few minutes.  “Well Marcie…  everything from here is basically your choice.”  She slides a piece of paper to the hedgehog student with a few statements on them.  “I want you to read these and check the appropriate response.  You do not have to answer them immediately... but when you do answer them check the response and initial them.”

     The hedgehog took the paper and read each section.  The first part was a request for the prosecution of the man that got her pregnant, with a reminder that him engaging in a sexual act with a minor is considered rape, whether she had given her consent to it or not. To this one she answered Yes. The second was a request to prosecute her parents for abandonment of a minor, for which she decided not to pursue.  The third is the question of what to do with the unborn child, and this one she does not answer yet.  The last one asks whether she feels safe in the house of Scott Pan and if she would prefer to stay with him should he accept her.  She ponders this one for a moment but gives that one a Yes.

     After the counselor takes back the paper she says, “We have some time for the question you left unanswered but keep in mind abortion will not be an option in a few weeks.  As for Mr. Pan, I will talk to him at lunch today to get his opinion on continuing sheltering you, but if he accepts I will have to remove you from his class to prevent a conflict of interest.”  

     Marcie nodded.  “I can understand that.”  She looked down at the desk.  “I have seriously messed up though.  The baby deserves a better mother, but I don’t know that I can do the right thing when the time comes.” 

     Mrs. Avere spoke up, “We’ll get things worked out Marcie.  I’ll be here if you need to talk about things.   Everything is confidential with me unless I specifically request to talk to someone else…  like what that  aper was for.”  

     Marcie looked up into the deer’s blue eyes and said, “Thank you Mrs. Avere.”
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     “Hey, Scott.  I need to talk to you.”  The deer addressed the jerboa in the teacher’s lounge.  The diminutive teacher looked up to the cervine counselor with his ears perked up.  He was in the middle of earing his lunch that included a plate of greens.

     “Oooh, Angela!  I take it your talk with Marcie was productive?” He asked. 

     She nodded and said, “Indeed it was, and that’s why I’m coming to you.  How would you feel about becoming her guardian, at least until her child is born?”  

     Scott set down his silverware and brought his paws together in thought.  “My first thought is that I would welcome her with open arms.  She needs stability in her life right now.  However, I must think, can I really call myself fair in taking her in like this?  Should I then take in anyone who was kicked out of their house.  Any girl that got pregnant like Marcie did, or any boy that was thrown out after he came out of the closet to their parents?  Is it fair to treat Marcie like a special case?”

     Angela spoke up.  “I see your concern.  She isn’t special in that sense, there are lots of young girls that make the error or letting a man or an older boy into their hearts only to be crushed like that, and he leaves a piece of himself within her.  I know, I have been there myself.”  She says, “I didn’t have a teacher like you though.  I was sent to a convent where I gave birth and lived among nuns until I came of age.  I was separated from my first child, never to become a part of their life.  Marcie has a chance with you though.”

     Scott looked up at the deer.  “I wasn’t going to say no to Marcie now.  I’ll let her stay.”  He went silent as he thought about the morning though. “Her parents may have thought it best to be rid of her, but I’ll give her stability.”

     The deer smiled down at her co-worker.  “I’ll make the arrangements to make it official then…  and to remove her from your class.  I’m sure you can understand that.”

     To that he comments, “Just because she’s out of my class doesn’t mean I’ll stop teaching her.  She’s smart Angela, that I’m sure won’t change.”
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     As the last electronic bell rang out across the hallways of the school the legion of children begins to rush, run, and walk their way to the buses to catch their rides home.  Marcie herself walked over to her locker slowly.  She knew she couldn’t ride the same bus home…  that home was no longer hers.  As she starts to sort out what books she needed for that night she heard a voice behind her.  “One advantage of being a teacher’s daughter is that you never have to ride the bus again.”

     She gasped and turned around to find Scott with his cane in hand.  He then spoke, “The down side is that in order to let me drive you there is a bit of a wait while I grade papers.  Come to my classroom, you could use the time to get your own homework done as well.” He offers.

     Marcie followed the rodent into the classroom where the door stayed open.  Once there she busied herself with her work, which included a mini-questionnaire that her new history teacher gave her, standard for her class when she accepts a new student in the middle of the year.  Once Scott was done, at least with one part of grading, he led her to the car.  “Before we get home, I’ll take you to the doctor for a checkup and hopefully a referral to an OB/GYN.”  Marcie nodded in agreement. As she followed along.
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     The visit to the doctor was mostly uneventful.  Just a few papers to go through and a standard examination.  The two wound up at home after a quick supper run.  They had almost forgotten what had happened in the early morning until they walked into the door.  They both experienced a moment suddenly recalling what had occurred before class that day.

     Marcie stood in the hallway, in front of the entrance to the kitchen and looked away from Scott.  She started to say,  "A-about this morning...  I know what I did was wrong.  It was no better than what he did to me.  I-"   She felt a pair of hands on her shoulders.

     Scott spoke to her in a soothing tone, "What's done is done Marcie, try not to fret about it.  You're going through some changes and that includes hormonal ones.  Elena was insatiable whenever we met while she was pregnant.  I'm not saying it excuses your behavior, but maybe it'll make you understand your feelings a bit more."

     -What am I talking about?-  He inwardly chided himself, -I have feelings for this girl and I'm a grown man, I'm such a fucking hypocrite.-  He shook his head, -But in lieu of her parents I should at least help her understand what she's feeling.-

     Marcie turned around to face Scott and sighed.  "I feel like that...  that person's betrayal has changed me Scott.  Maybe the hormones are a part of it but I can tell I've never felt the same way since."  She clenched her fists and genuinely looked like she was about to swing it before she relaxed.  "Such a fool was I..."

     Scott looked up to the Hedgehog's eyes.  "Try to relax, for your baby's sake at the least.  Get into something more comfortable and meet me on the couch.  We'll have some herbal tea, okay?"  

     Marcie gave the small jerboa a nod though some trickle of tears.  "Okay."  Most of the rest of the evening was uneventful as she joined him on the couch for a movie.  As though according to his plan, she fell asleep halfway though the movie, though he zonked off not too long after that.
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     Scott woke up to a different sensation sometime after midnight.  The screen had shut itself off after the movie ended and his right arm was in something of a grip.  He could here little whimpers coming from the hedgehog,  but they weren't whimpers of fear or frustration.  Whatever she was dreaming about must've been super sexy.  He recognized the sounds of what sounded like a small orgasm.  -Must've been a wet dream.  I wonder who it might've been about.-  She spasmed a bit before going limp again.  Alas he had figured it was time for him to get to bed properly.

     He gingerly got up and settled Marcie down on the couch.  Despite not being on the bed, according to her admission the night before this is probably the best sleep she had in a while.  He slowly mad his own way to his room and closed the door.  He removed his robe and sighed as his raging boner stood straight up from his boxers.  He knew he didn't need any sort of inspiration though, as she was sleeping on the living room couch.

     Scott lined up a few tissues to catch his ejaculate.  He had figured this could be quick and fruitful as he started to stroke himself.  His mind immediately went to that girl nearby.  He imagined making love to her, what it would probably feel like.  It didn't take long before several thick ropes of jerboa spunk started to fly from his tip.  He gasped, and tried his best to keep his volume down.

     Once his mind cleared up and he cleaned himself up, a pang of guilt hit him.  He had just jerked off to someone that was recently in his class.  Even though he had not taken advantage of her, was he capable of doing it?  Of taking advantage of any girl the same age?  These questions would threaten to keep him up but his recent act had left him more tired than before, a natural male reaction, which would help him drift off to sleep.