Lesson Learned

Lesson Learned
By: Kat West
Rated: NC-17 for shota, sexual situations
Pairing: Jam x Slash
Summary: The kids are taught about sex at school, and on the way home from the bus stop, Jam
is left to put up with a very curious Slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Snowboard Kids, they are the property of Atlus
and Racdym.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The characters from this game are all ten years old, including the
two who eventually get involved in the smutty stuff. This officially makes this fic a
shota fic (dealing with kids under 13 getting involved in sexual situations). If you're
not fond of that sort of stuff, I would probably suggest that you not read this.

Also, I know the ending is just a bit corny, but I'm pretty okay with it.

P.S. Takes place in the first Snowboard Kids, not Snowboard Kids 2.

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Anyone can remember the feelings they had when they were a kid when there was a big snowstorm, and the possibility of school being cancelled seemed very real, almost tangible. A night where the wind blew and the snow came down in waves, blanketing anything below it in a milky crystalline blanket. A squall that should have given all forms of public transportation a run for their money. Yet the dogged persistence of the school district insisted that a little snow wouldn't hurt anyone, and that as long as the power still ran, school was given the green light to hold classes on that day.

This frustrated Slash to no end. Here he was, standing in knee-deep drifts of snow at the edge of the street, waiting for the bus and simultaneously feeling as though every blood vessel in his extremities needed 50 CCs of antifreeze. This was almost too much for even him, the self-proclaimed "fastest boarder in the village".

'Stupid bus.' His annoyed thoughts muttered. 'Stupid school. Stupid teachers. Stupid blizzard...'

He sneezed. A string of snot flew out one nostril and instantaneously froze.

'...Stupid nose.'

He tapped it and it broke off like an icicle.

'Eeew!'

Being a boy of very little attention span, he was so fixated -yet disgusted- by the snot-icicle that he didn't even hear the bus coming. He heard the tires sloshing through the mud-colored slush lining the curbsides and quickly snapped to reality. Hoisting his heavy backpack back up onto his back, he trudged through the drift as the bus opened its' doors to him. The gate to a faux-leather-seated comfort zone of warmth. He hadn't taken more than two steps into the vehicle when something struck him on the head, hard.

"Owww!" He whined, and picked up the weapon - a C battery. He turned to face the assailant.

"Hey Slash, are we near a septic plant, or did your mommy forget to give you a bath last night?" Linda taunted from the first passenger-side seat, leaning over the short wall that separated the stairs from the first seat.

"Oh yeah?" Slash retorted, throwing the battery back at her. "YOUR mom's so FAT, she shows up on radar!"

Some of the other kids on the bus started giggling and tuned in to Slash and Linda's argument.

"Your mom's so DUMB she puts lipstick on her head just to make up her mind!"

"Your mom's so UGLY that when she walks into a bank, they turn off the surveillance cameras!"

"Your mom's so NASTY that I called her to say hello, and she gave me an ear infection!"

The bus driver turned his head to look at them. "I couldn't give a damn about EITHER of your moms, now SIT DOWN and BEHAVE!"

All the kids on the bus went quiet. Slash frowned and took a seat towards the back next to Jam.

"Dude, the one about the surveillance cameras was gold." Jam complimented, giving Slash a punch on the shoulder.

"Yeah, well, she deserved it." Slash muttered, rubbing his shoulder. "Why the heck do we even have to go to school today? Look at it out there." He gestured to the window. "I'm surprised the freakin' driver can actually see anything. How do we know we're not gonna plough into a semi-truck at any minute?"

Jam smirked. "Is it always the worst case scenario with you?"

Slash looked at his black boots. "I'm just SAYIN'..."

The other boy changed the topic. "What are we supposed to be doing today? Do you know?"

Slash sighed. "Nah. But I remember Mr. Hornsby saying that we were going to be discussing a 'touchy subject' today in Gym class, and that we should be on our best behavior."

"...Abortion?" Tommy piped up from a few seats back.

The spiky-haired boy raised an eyebrow. "Nah, I don't think it's that." He paused. "What IS that, anyway?"

"....I dunno...." The husky boy shrugged, and bit into the hamburger he was holding.


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The classroom was abuzz with kids jabbering and moving about, the occasional paper airplane sailing through the air or a stray spitwad shooting through the air and plastering itself onto the wall, or perhaps the floor. Nobody was in their seats except for a few, and those few were also being loud and raucous - with the exception of Nancy, who sat quietly at her seat thumbing through a few worksheets that were due the next day. Linda walked over and took a seat next to her.

"Whatcha got there?" She asked, peeking over at them.

"Nothing special, tomorrow's homework." Nancy said without looking up.

"Ah." Linda flipped one of her pigtails over her shoulder, then folded her hands on the desk. "So what's this 'special lesson' everybody's talking about?"

The blonde girl looked at her. "It's a lecture the gym teacher planned to give us today before we're dismissed. All I know is that it's supposed to be about something kinda gross."

"Gross? Ugh, it better not be about diseases. The last time they showed us that slideshow of what the lungs of a chain smoker look like, I thought I'd have to make a run to the bathroom."

The classroom door opened and a stout old woman walked in. This was Mrs. Steele, the kids' fifth-grade teacher. She held up a hand to quiet the masses of children scurrying about, then neatly stacked the folders on her desk and took a seat.

"Alright, everybody. Settle down, settle down." The kids quieted. "As you may or may not know, this afternoon before the dismissal bell, Mr. Hornsby, our resident Physical Education teacher, will be giving us a special sort of talk. The topic deals with adolescence and the occurrences of physically growing older."

"What's adolescence?" A girl's voice piped up from the back of the classroom.

Mrs. Steele cleared her throat. "Adolescence is the process of a young person, such as yourselves, becoming an adult."

"Aaaugh, that's gonna be BORING!" Slash whined loudly.

"Actually, I assure you, you'll probably be laughing through the whole thing. Especially YOU, Slash." The old teacher chuckled.

Slash blinked. 'Well, we'll just wait and see,' he thought.


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The school day dragged on. The teachings from the other class periods didn't seem to sink into the kids' heads very well that day; it didn't matter to them if the North won the Civil War in Social Studies, they didn't care if you had to carry over the number in triple-digit multiplication in Math, and they were nonchalant about what happens if you mix ammonia and bleach in Science. Everybody's mind was on the so called "controversial speech" the gym teacher was going to give later that day. Sure enough, everyone was finally at ease after lunch, when Mrs. Steele made the announcement.

"Okay, kids." She addressed them in a warning tone. "I'm going to say this one last time. Some of the things Mr. Hornsby will be talking about do involve things such as nudity and sexuality. I'll safely assume that all of you are mature enough to handle this without making a fool out of yourselves. Now, if you'll please be a good class for Mr. Hornsby, I would greatly appreciate it. I'll see you all tomorrow."

The old lady got up and left the room. As she opened the door to leave, the intimidating figure of Mr. Hornsby strode in. Like the kids' paternal companion Mr. Dog, Mr. Hornsby was an anthropomorphic figure; a monstrous rhinocerous-person with a furrowed brow and a narrow crop of blonde hair done in a sort of mohawk between the two ears atop his grey scaly head. He wore a blue track suit and a whistle tied to a string around his neck.

Upon situating himself behind the desk, he looked up at the faces of the twenty-some children and snorted loudly.

"Alright, everyone." He began, "I'll start by making it clear that if your parents haven't already given you this talk, then you're about to get it straight and hard."

"It's gotta be about drugs." Slash whispered to Jam.

"Drugs don't involve naked people." Jam whispered back.

"QUIET!" Mr. Hornsby barked. Then after a pause, he resumed speaking. "Today I'm going to enlighten you on the subject of puberty." He wrote the word on the board, spelling it aloud as he went. "P-U-B-E-R-T-Y. Who knows what this means? If anyone?"

The class was silent, then Linda raised her hand.

"Miss Maltinie." The gym teacher said, aiming a hoof at her.

"The change our bodies go through in the process of becoming an adult." Linda replied.

"Correct, and I'll tell you why we go through this change early on in life." He folded his hooves behind his back and paced back and forth as he talked, facing the class the entire time. "We're constantly growing from the time we're born. But when we reach a certain age, our body goes through this physical metamorphosis of sorts called puberty. Also known as adolescence."

Slash raised his hand.

"Mr. Kamei." The rhino-man said.

"So does that mean that we're gonna, like, build ourselves a cocoon and hatch into a butterfly?" Slash snickered. Some other kids in the class laughed in reply. A large sweatdrop formed on Mr. Hornsby's head.

"NO, it does NOT." He stated loudly. "If you're going to spend this time cracking lousy jokes, I suggest you leave."

Slash was silent.

"That's what I thought. NOW..." The burly instructor continued. "One of the major characteristics of puberty is, infact, the added development of certain areas of the body. These areas happen to be the very same regions that distinguish us as being male or female."

"He's gonna talk about private parts!" Slash whisperered to Tommy, chuckling. Tommy looked disturbed.

"The reason for this change is for the sole purpose that our bodies be able to carry out the task of reproduction." Mr. Hornsby explained. "So that when we get older and get married, we are able to have kids."

Tommy raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Parsy." Mr. Hornsby said.

"I always thought that stork story sounded fishy..." Tommy mumbled.

"And you are very right, because at this age, I'm surprised ANYONE would buy into that." The rhinoceros man shook his head, smirking.

"So why do they still put big signs on people's lawns showing a stork holding a baby in their beak?" Slash added.

"You know, I'm really not sure. But that's beside the point!" The gym teacher spoke up again.
"I am about to show you a slideshow with various diagrams of what happens to our bodies during this phase of development." He hit the light switch and the lights dimmed. Mr. Hornsby moved a projector into the middle of the classroom, went back over to the desk and pulled down the projection screen. "Somebody please turn on the projector."

One of the classmates hit the switch. The kids were greeted with a picture of a naked young girl before and after puberty. The giggles were instantaneous. The gym teacher ignored this and began explaining why girls go through that change. Slash was unable to focus, however. He kept snickering like crazy.

"Whoa. What's with the hair?" Tommy muttered.

Nancy's eyes grew wide and she blinked. "Am I gonna look like that someday?..." She wondered quietly, then looked at Linda, then at Linda's chest. "Maybe I'll look a little like her..."

The teacher's lecture continued. "...She begins to develop breasts so that she can nurse her children when they're born."

Again, Nancy looked at Linda's chest.

"Hmm? Is something wrong?" Linda whispered to Nancy.

"Oh, sorry. It's nothing..." Nancy said, blushing, and turned to face the front again.

"Please switch to the next slide," Mr. Hornsby told the classmate seated next to the projector. The kid did so. This slide was a full-on diagram of the external and internal female reproductive organs. A resounding "eeeeeew" and some laughter emanated from the class.

"Yes, I know, it's a girl's private parts. May we PLEASE get on with it?" The annoyed teacher requested. The kids quieted down, and he went on to explain the purpose of the organs.

Slash looked at Tommy and Jam. "What the crap is all that FOR?"

"To have babies...I think..." Tommy replied slowly.

"This particular organ serves to house and nurture a baby as it grows inside the young woman's body." The teacher pointed out, gesturing to the diagram of the uterus and ovaries.

"Well, that answers your question, Slash." Jam said, prodding the boy's shoulder.

"Now, onto what happens to us guys." Mr. Hornsby added, nodding at the kid by the projector. The classmate pressed the button, and a cross-section of the male genitalia came into view. There were even more giggles and repulsed remarks, but Slash burst out laughing.

"You're gonna get busted..." Tommy groaned.

The teacher growled, "we now start with explaining why us guys go through some changes as well. The reason for this is that someone has to help MAKE the baby the girl's going to be carrying."

For once, Slash got interested. His attention temporarily came to as the teacher began explaining the production of reproductive cells and their purpose. It was when it came to the part of putting them to use that got the class laughing again. The next slide was shown and this time, it was the same cross section, except the genitalia in mention was erect. Once again, Slash roared with laughter.

"Slash Kamei! Shut your mouth and GET WITH THE PROGRAM!" The rhinoceros man bellowed. Slash quieted down, but still snickered.

"ANYWAY! When a man and a woman are about to engage in the act of procreation, he receives a mix of hormones and signals from the brain that prepare him for such an act. Thus THIS happens." He gestured to the image. "This is so he is able to guide it up into the young woman's body easier."

Slash blinked, then looked at Jam. "Wha? Where does he put it?"

Jam looked back at him. "In that extra hole girls have."

Tommy spaced out. "Extra hole...?"

Mr. Hornsby continued. "When this happens, he feels an odd sensation in this area. Some describe it as feeling like one's heart is beating in their crotch. That's because there's hundreds of tiny blood vessels that fill the tissue inside of this organ. When he gets aroused, these blood vessels fill with blood, and expand the tissue. This causes it to become larger."

Many of the boys in the class -and even some of the girls- began to chuckle again. The teacher pressed on, bringing up the subject of the hair that grows in those areas and others, the process of pregnancy and childbirth, and other related matters. There were a lot of questions on behalf of the students, and by the end of the speech, almost everybody had their hand raised; even Slash, who was laughing two-thirds of the time. Finally, the last bell rang, and the kids eagerly got up and began gathering their books back into their backpacks, grabbing their coats and running out the door. Mr. Hornsby adjusted his jacket and walked outside, where Mrs. Steele greeted him.

"You're still here?" The rhinoceros asked her.

"Oh no, just got back from the PTA meeting. So how were they?" The old woman inquired.

"They were a pretty decent class, I mean, they had a lot of questions and were pretty attentive most of the time. But I worry about that kid in the front row. I had to raise my voice to him a couple times."

"Slash, right? I could've guessed. It seems that wherever that boy goes, trouble follows him."

"At least he was pretty curious about the subject..." Mr. Hornsby muttered.


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