FIC: Show and Tell
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emmagrant01Title: Show and Tell
Author: Emma Grant
Rating: R, for language
Summary: T'nell has some explaining to do after an incident during "Show and Tell." (Set in the QAJ universe, T'nell's POV)
Disclaimer: If they're all original characters, do I still need to do this? I suppose I should say I'm borrowing some ideas from George's universe.
Note: This one was written for Helens, who asked for a fic featuring T'nell interacting with younglings. She suggested something with a G rating, but that seems difficult for me. This is based on a true story -- see the note at the end.
"Now," I say, casting my best teacher look around the circle of freshly-scrubbed faces. "Who would like to begin today?"
Three children raise their hands instantly. I wait for two giggling girls to stop poking each other in the stomach before I choose, winding the teacher look up a notch. They've just had firstmeal, and are quite active at this time of day. I've discovered that it's best to start the morning's lesson by giving them this time to talk about whatever is occupying their minds. Considering their ages, the topics are often quite bizarre.
My gaze falls on a six-year-old human girl whose arm just may leave its socket at any moment. "Yana, what would you like to share?"
The girl stands, grinning. "I had a... I had a dream about my mother last night." She twists the hem of her tunic in her small hand as she speaks. "She was teaching me to dance."
I smile at her, encouraging her to continue, but she glances down shyly, twisting more.
"What kind of dancing was it?" another child asks.
"It was.. it was..." Yana's tongue pokes out of the corner of her mouth as she thinks, clearly trying to come up with something impressive. At last, she shrugs. "I dunno. It was just a dance." She flops to the floor before anyone can ask another question. The children giggle.
"All right, who would like to share next?" I say, hoping to forestall any more giggling.
Several hands shoot up. One belongs to Chall, a seven-year-old boy who hasn't participated in this activity in several weeks.
"Yes, Chall?"
The boy stands, grinning widely. It makes my heart skip a beat -- this child has been so closed of late, so introverted. Perhaps it was just a phase, I think. I've been quietly encouraging him lately.
Chall straightens his too-long tunic carefully. "I learned a new song," he says proudly.
"Really?" I reply. "What's it called?"
Chall shrugs. "Dunno. But it's my favorite song. I listen to it all the time."
"Sing it!" a few children shout in unison. Chall glances at me, grinning, and I nod in response, delighted that he's willing to try.
The children quiet down, waiting expectantly. Chall blushes at the attention, and hesitates, but finally starts to sing:
"I know what you want, and you want it bad
You know that I'm the best, baby, that you've ever had
I like the way you look
I like the way you strut
But most of all I really like your really tasty butt--"
At the first line, I feel a surge of surprise. I know this song. Hells, I sang it myself to a hot little trick the other night on the dance floor. It has a great beat, and it's sexy, and fun to dance to -- among other things. It's also been a huge hit for the last two weeks.
I think all of this almost instantly, but the recognition is quickly replaced by horror. These are very young children, far too young to be singing a song like this! But before I can open my mouth to protest, half of the children join in on the chorus:
"Open up for me baby, unh, unh, unh
You like it from behind baby, yes you do
So let me slip it in
You only have to bend
Open up your back door for meeee!"
"Stop!" I manage to shout at last, climbing to my feet. The volume was getting loud enough that everyone in the large room was turning to look. The creche master would probably kill me if she could make out the words to the song.
The children stop singing and turn to look at me. I try to look stern, but they only giggle in response. I should probably just move on and hope the incident will be forgotten.
The two giggly girls start singing the chorus again, and I feel my blood pressure rise sharply.
"I said, stop!" I half-shout. The children look shocked. I almost never raise my voice.
"Why?" asks one of the slightly older children. "We like that song."
"Because it's not an appropriate song... to sing... in public."
"Why not?" a few voices respond.
I grit my teeth. "Because it's about something private, something you wouldn't understand."
"Oh, I know what it's about," Chall interjects happily. "It's about butt-fucking!"
The instant the words leave his lips, he gasps and clasps a hand over his mouth in horror. The other children giggle furiously, whispering to each other, "Did you hear what he said?"
I begin to fear I chose the wrong career path.
"Teacher T'nell?" Yana asks, bringing me out of my moment of paralyzed shock. "What's butt-fucking?"
I feel myself blush then, and sink my face into my hands. I honestly never anticipated having to explain this to a clan of 6-to-8-year-olds. I have no idea what to say.
I look up to see that about half of the children are snickering, while the other half have blank looks on their faces. If I don't explain it to them, their clanmates likely will, and during someone else's lesson.
"Sit down," I say, gesturing for them to come closer. They settle down, looking at me expectantly. I have no idea where I should begin, honestly. We harbor no taboos against sex in the Order; children are given information whenever they ask for it, and encouraged to explore their sexuality when they feel ready. But they don't usually ask about anal sex at this age!
"Well, what do you know about sex?" I ask, figuring that starting from what they know is best.
A green-skinned girl raises her hand. "Males haves a penis. Females have a vagina."
"Yes, for most species, that's true," I reply. Good. I can do this.
"I have two penises," proclaims a boy with a streak of bluish fur all the way down his back. A few of the children gasp.
"Oooh, can we see?" asks someone.
"It's not Rolf's turn to share right now," I remind gently. "Do you know how beings have sex?" Several children raise their hands, and I choose one at random.
"The penis gets hard, and the vagina gets wet," she says. "And they rub them together and it feels really good." Fresh giggling ensues.
"All right," I say, not really sure where to go next. "Does anyone have a guess as to what..." -- I flinch at having to say it in class -- "... butt-fucking is?"
The children look at each other quizically. I search desperately for an explanation that will suffice for children who apparently don't understand the concept of penetration.
"I think it's when someone rubs their penis or vagina against the other person's butt," someone proclaims at last. More giggling.
I struggle not to grin. "All right, that's fairly... close. Questions?" They are, fortunately, starting to lose interest in the topic. I've been taught not to push information on them when they're not interested in learning it, and so I'll gladly let this one go for the moment. They'll ask again when they want to know more.
Yana raises her hand, giggling. "Can Rolf share now?"
~fin~
A/N: This is based on a true story, from when I taught elementary school children. The song "Baby Got Back" was very popular at the time. The butt-fucking line is a direct quote!
Author: Emma Grant
Rating: R, for language
Summary: T'nell has some explaining to do after an incident during "Show and Tell." (Set in the QAJ universe, T'nell's POV)
Disclaimer: If they're all original characters, do I still need to do this? I suppose I should say I'm borrowing some ideas from George's universe.
Note: This one was written for Helens, who asked for a fic featuring T'nell interacting with younglings. She suggested something with a G rating, but that seems difficult for me. This is based on a true story -- see the note at the end.
"Now," I say, casting my best teacher look around the circle of freshly-scrubbed faces. "Who would like to begin today?"
Three children raise their hands instantly. I wait for two giggling girls to stop poking each other in the stomach before I choose, winding the teacher look up a notch. They've just had firstmeal, and are quite active at this time of day. I've discovered that it's best to start the morning's lesson by giving them this time to talk about whatever is occupying their minds. Considering their ages, the topics are often quite bizarre.
My gaze falls on a six-year-old human girl whose arm just may leave its socket at any moment. "Yana, what would you like to share?"
The girl stands, grinning. "I had a... I had a dream about my mother last night." She twists the hem of her tunic in her small hand as she speaks. "She was teaching me to dance."
I smile at her, encouraging her to continue, but she glances down shyly, twisting more.
"What kind of dancing was it?" another child asks.
"It was.. it was..." Yana's tongue pokes out of the corner of her mouth as she thinks, clearly trying to come up with something impressive. At last, she shrugs. "I dunno. It was just a dance." She flops to the floor before anyone can ask another question. The children giggle.
"All right, who would like to share next?" I say, hoping to forestall any more giggling.
Several hands shoot up. One belongs to Chall, a seven-year-old boy who hasn't participated in this activity in several weeks.
"Yes, Chall?"
The boy stands, grinning widely. It makes my heart skip a beat -- this child has been so closed of late, so introverted. Perhaps it was just a phase, I think. I've been quietly encouraging him lately.
Chall straightens his too-long tunic carefully. "I learned a new song," he says proudly.
"Really?" I reply. "What's it called?"
Chall shrugs. "Dunno. But it's my favorite song. I listen to it all the time."
"Sing it!" a few children shout in unison. Chall glances at me, grinning, and I nod in response, delighted that he's willing to try.
The children quiet down, waiting expectantly. Chall blushes at the attention, and hesitates, but finally starts to sing:
"I know what you want, and you want it bad
You know that I'm the best, baby, that you've ever had
I like the way you look
I like the way you strut
But most of all I really like your really tasty butt--"
At the first line, I feel a surge of surprise. I know this song. Hells, I sang it myself to a hot little trick the other night on the dance floor. It has a great beat, and it's sexy, and fun to dance to -- among other things. It's also been a huge hit for the last two weeks.
I think all of this almost instantly, but the recognition is quickly replaced by horror. These are very young children, far too young to be singing a song like this! But before I can open my mouth to protest, half of the children join in on the chorus:
"Open up for me baby, unh, unh, unh
You like it from behind baby, yes you do
So let me slip it in
You only have to bend
Open up your back door for meeee!"
"Stop!" I manage to shout at last, climbing to my feet. The volume was getting loud enough that everyone in the large room was turning to look. The creche master would probably kill me if she could make out the words to the song.
The children stop singing and turn to look at me. I try to look stern, but they only giggle in response. I should probably just move on and hope the incident will be forgotten.
The two giggly girls start singing the chorus again, and I feel my blood pressure rise sharply.
"I said, stop!" I half-shout. The children look shocked. I almost never raise my voice.
"Why?" asks one of the slightly older children. "We like that song."
"Because it's not an appropriate song... to sing... in public."
"Why not?" a few voices respond.
I grit my teeth. "Because it's about something private, something you wouldn't understand."
"Oh, I know what it's about," Chall interjects happily. "It's about butt-fucking!"
The instant the words leave his lips, he gasps and clasps a hand over his mouth in horror. The other children giggle furiously, whispering to each other, "Did you hear what he said?"
I begin to fear I chose the wrong career path.
"Teacher T'nell?" Yana asks, bringing me out of my moment of paralyzed shock. "What's butt-fucking?"
I feel myself blush then, and sink my face into my hands. I honestly never anticipated having to explain this to a clan of 6-to-8-year-olds. I have no idea what to say.
I look up to see that about half of the children are snickering, while the other half have blank looks on their faces. If I don't explain it to them, their clanmates likely will, and during someone else's lesson.
"Sit down," I say, gesturing for them to come closer. They settle down, looking at me expectantly. I have no idea where I should begin, honestly. We harbor no taboos against sex in the Order; children are given information whenever they ask for it, and encouraged to explore their sexuality when they feel ready. But they don't usually ask about anal sex at this age!
"Well, what do you know about sex?" I ask, figuring that starting from what they know is best.
A green-skinned girl raises her hand. "Males haves a penis. Females have a vagina."
"Yes, for most species, that's true," I reply. Good. I can do this.
"I have two penises," proclaims a boy with a streak of bluish fur all the way down his back. A few of the children gasp.
"Oooh, can we see?" asks someone.
"It's not Rolf's turn to share right now," I remind gently. "Do you know how beings have sex?" Several children raise their hands, and I choose one at random.
"The penis gets hard, and the vagina gets wet," she says. "And they rub them together and it feels really good." Fresh giggling ensues.
"All right," I say, not really sure where to go next. "Does anyone have a guess as to what..." -- I flinch at having to say it in class -- "... butt-fucking is?"
The children look at each other quizically. I search desperately for an explanation that will suffice for children who apparently don't understand the concept of penetration.
"I think it's when someone rubs their penis or vagina against the other person's butt," someone proclaims at last. More giggling.
I struggle not to grin. "All right, that's fairly... close. Questions?" They are, fortunately, starting to lose interest in the topic. I've been taught not to push information on them when they're not interested in learning it, and so I'll gladly let this one go for the moment. They'll ask again when they want to know more.
Yana raises her hand, giggling. "Can Rolf share now?"
~fin~
A/N: This is based on a true story, from when I taught elementary school children. The song "Baby Got Back" was very popular at the time. The butt-fucking line is a direct quote!
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