elio and the giant peach + o, sex ed

[imperia]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]When Imperia suggested that Moonmade conduct and educational health class, she did not envision a rather unprofessional sex education. No, no, the girl definitely thought that her friend would be teaching the masses about making healthy dietary choices and how to live a hygienic lifestyle. As such, the young she-wolf had the brilliant idea to gather up some materials and prepare little nutritionally balanced lunch boxes to distribute after the conclusion of the class. Rabbit and vole for the smaller predators, elk and deer for the larger ones. Even some substitutes for those like Margaery who do not consume meat at all. It's a very thoughtful thing to do--a very Imperia thing to do, actually.

So the lovely canine arrives a little late, having made a detour to store her little gifts somewhere cool before heading to watch Moon's presentation. "Now that you've all exposed yourselves as sexually incompetent, let's get this thing on a roll." Luminous silver eyes widen to the size of planets, jaw hanging slightly ajar in shock. Poor girl. Perhaps she should not have come at all, but Peri wanted to support Moon. She knows he is very knowledgeable, and trusted that he would convey some very valuable information. Yeah, yeah, Imperia knows that healthy sex strategies are important, but Moon is the sort of person who might take it a little too far. A little too far for someone as shy and nervous as Peri.

The cleric considers making a swift retreat, but she already stands among the crowd and it would be rude to leave now. Imperia is quite flustered already, which can be discerned from her horrified expression and inability to even look in Moon's direction. Quietly, the creature takes a seat beside Shininglight, desperately trying to ignore the chaotic mixture of amusement, embarrassment, and terror.

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"There's a saying for this situation. I think it goes along the lines of 'if you can't do it, teach it.'" Or something like "those who can't do, teach" but the point still stood, and he was smirking as best he could with only some facial muscles and eyes to work with. At least the kid was teaching consent- or so Gabe assumed, from all the rambling; sometimes listening to Moon talk involved a lot of information sorting, in the sense that he had to toss out the irrelevant bits. Often there were many, but he'd handled it thus far, and he couldn't give the kid any satisfaction in knowing that Gabe actually listened to him talk. Anyway, the hybrid deviated from that track, instead looking over everyone gathered, wondering how many were here to sincerely learn, to laugh at Moon, or for simple curiosity. He needed to find Laz, honestly. It was a perfect opportunity to have someone else handle this shit, although he wouldn't actually have an issue with doing it himself.

Truth be told, he'd prefer to do it himself.
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[RENÉ.]

[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]René wasn't quite sure how he found himself in this situation, but it was just as uncomfortable nonetheless if he had come here completely voluntary. The plum-colored tom had just come to investigate the source of a slightly too loud sound (at least, he considered it to be a bit too loud), and really was not expecting this.

Part of René wanted to put a stop to this. Was this really appropriate? For such a public area? After a tumultuous period of self-reflection, the feline decided to not interrupt the status quo of his current state of affairs, preferring sweating bullets under his pelt as he shifted his paws uncomfortably. René was not enjoying this.

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[ONISION.]

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ONISION M.F.

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[div style="background-color:#806A71;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]//so late in joining this, but how could i miss this opportunity to embarass his family and future mentor?

Onision was, for short, a complete, utter virgin. Thank Gods for that, because he was also incredibly dumb when it came to learning about sex or just.. Reproduction in general. He didn't feel that romantic attraction towards girls, no childhood girl crushes. Nothing. But, with the word "pregnancy" popping up here and there, Onision had to admit that he was curious. Maybe a liiiiittle bit.

Walking over a bit later than he'd prefer, the chocolate feline sat down to listen to the instructor, or whatever. Raising his left paw up, Oni decided to ask a question. "What does P and V mean?" The child asked, tilting his head up towards Bastille and Margaery.

[W]isker

[HEARTEYES]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:45%;font-family:verdana"]This is - kind of horrifying. Clans just allowed their members to speak about this out in the open? It was a good thing to talk about, of course, just in case somebody didn't know, but - this conversation was private for parents and their children, wasn't it? Maybe she's just being prude. If her clanmates were okay with it, which seemed to be the case if she took into account that nobody had stopped Moonmade, then she would be okay with it too.

Hearteyes slips into the group without so much as a word, paws shuffling into the dirt. She has to stop herself from smiling at Onision's words, a paw lifting to her face to cover her grin like she was trying to scratch an itch. The lion holding this discussion seemed to know what he was doing, so there was no need for her to say anything. Settling down, the molly waits for someone to answer the kitten's question.

[Cosmic]

Oh god, was a kitten even allowed in these conversations? Where the mutated feline had lived, children were never exposed to such topics until they were well into apprenticeship, what they called adolescence here, anyway. Basically when they became 'teens'. Naomi wasn't sure how to feel about it, but felt as though the small child should be removed from the session as soon as possible to prevent them becoming scarred for life.

"Hey, uh... what's your name? Oni? Yeah, uh, Oni. Why don't you come hang out with me and... Player for a while? Let the adults and older kids talk about... that stuff." It wasn't that the last Infinitium family member didn't know what 'that stuff' was- she was all too familiar with it- but she wanted to ensure the mental and emotional safety of the small five moon-old Dwarf Star.

"Maybe Play or I could teach you something even better."

[Chevalier.]

[align=center][div style="width: 230px; font-family: georgia; color: #847b89; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;line-height: 110%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:10px"]i know a boy who's spoken every cowards phrase

Indeed this was no fitting topic for the ears of a child and yet it seemed to draw them like moths to a flame, the tiny dark frame of the kitten stumbling forward.

Boredom had come to fill their mind, the promise they had made only a short time ago to stay put and allow their throat time to heal already fading into distant memory, the soft patter of rain drawing them out from the dark little spot they had chosen. Their days had contained little beyond eating what little food they could choke down in hopes to combat the hunger which curled in their stomach, a constant presence they couldn't satisfy, and sleep. Broken only by the gentle words of Imperia or Moon as they sought to check their wound it had become tiresome quickly, their paws itching as energy built within them with no way to be expelled.

Light little steps drew Harland through the observatory, a broken, croaking hum rising from lips twisted into a frown, brow furrowed over their eyes. It was hard getting used to the fact they couldn't speak nor make much noise without an ache deep in their throat, a reminder of how they had gotten here, but they were getting better about it, speaking only in short sentences or single words if possible. Ears swivelling forward as a voice rose a smile was quick to take the look of annoyance, a gentle squeak escaping them as they rushed on, skidding along the floor.

“Momo!” It hurt to call out and yet they did so through a wince which briefly contoured their features, once more replaced by a look of joy as the kitten scrambled towards Moonmade, never realising this was not their place. Tucking themself between the lion's front legs a look of reigned of anger came across their features, brow furrowed and cheeks puffed out as they uttered a soft growl, more a scratchy little squeak than anything, the fur along their shoulders puffed up.

It seemed not to matter to them that this was not their place, looking upon the crowd only brought that thought up briefly as they came to notice most were looking towards Moon, the kitten seemed determined to stay just where they were.

the ascended — dwarf star — tags

[ONISION.]

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ONISION M.F.

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[div style="background-color:#806A71;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]"How come he gets to stay!? I wanna put the P in the V safely too!" Onision complained, rolling his eyes at Naomi and scooting back towards his mother, Margaery. "Mom, tell 'em I can stay?" Begged Oni, tail swishing back and forth as he gave the other kitten beneath Moonmade a dirty, smug glare.

[W]isker