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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
technicolor_pie, color by 
Major Matt Mason
Prompt: summer
Jinzi Castro had been born on Downtime Station, in a temperate climate with filtered air. After several trips off the station to This Far and Faraway to meet her grandparents, the young filly was used to space travel. She had even stopped vomiting at the first breath of unfiltered planetary atmosphere, although she still made faces at the panoply of smells.
Seasons, though, were still a little problematic.
“Hot!” Jinzi complained as her parents walked with her from the transit station. They had landed on This Far from Magus Station almost an hour ago, and the filly was demonstrating that she might have a career in theater from the way she would pant, tongue lolling, and occasionally squinting up at the local sun as if it had personally offended her. “Hot,” she repeated.
Fuji laughed and scooped his daughter up. “Yes, it’s hot, Jinzi,” the Komodo monitor said. “It’s summer here.”
She gave him a quizzical look. “Summer?” He nodded. “You hot, Papa?”
“Yes, I’m hot too,” the bull said, “but that’s why I’m wearing light clothes, and you’re wearing a nice light dress, and Mama’s wearing a dress and a hat too.” Meredith was wearing a sundress in her favored shade of pink, with a matching broad-brimmed hat.
“Light clothes,” the filly said, nodding.
Fuji nuzzled her. “There’s my smart girl. When it’s hot, you wear less,” he said as they came to the door of the d’Estcourt house.
After exchanging greetings and praising Jinzi for how big she getting, the little filly was given a cup of chilled fruit juice and went to play with her uncles. Javamir and Javiberto were only two years older than the filly, and the colts settled down to play.
Meredith was talking to her co-mother, Marie, when she heard her birth mother Thea start laughing. The golden palomino mare turned toward the patio area, and her ears immediately went straight back. “Jinzi!” she exclaimed.
Jinzi had shed her dress and was sitting in the shade on one of the rugs strewn about the patio. She was still wearing her underpants and she smiled at her mother. “Summer,” the filly declared. “You wear less.” To be strictly fair, Amir and Berto were wearing shorts.
As her grandparents laughed, her mother gave Fuji a glare.
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
technicolor_pie, color by 
Major Matt MasonPrompt: summer
Jinzi Castro had been born on Downtime Station, in a temperate climate with filtered air. After several trips off the station to This Far and Faraway to meet her grandparents, the young filly was used to space travel. She had even stopped vomiting at the first breath of unfiltered planetary atmosphere, although she still made faces at the panoply of smells.
Seasons, though, were still a little problematic.
“Hot!” Jinzi complained as her parents walked with her from the transit station. They had landed on This Far from Magus Station almost an hour ago, and the filly was demonstrating that she might have a career in theater from the way she would pant, tongue lolling, and occasionally squinting up at the local sun as if it had personally offended her. “Hot,” she repeated.
Fuji laughed and scooped his daughter up. “Yes, it’s hot, Jinzi,” the Komodo monitor said. “It’s summer here.”
She gave him a quizzical look. “Summer?” He nodded. “You hot, Papa?”
“Yes, I’m hot too,” the bull said, “but that’s why I’m wearing light clothes, and you’re wearing a nice light dress, and Mama’s wearing a dress and a hat too.” Meredith was wearing a sundress in her favored shade of pink, with a matching broad-brimmed hat.
“Light clothes,” the filly said, nodding.
Fuji nuzzled her. “There’s my smart girl. When it’s hot, you wear less,” he said as they came to the door of the d’Estcourt house.
After exchanging greetings and praising Jinzi for how big she getting, the little filly was given a cup of chilled fruit juice and went to play with her uncles. Javamir and Javiberto were only two years older than the filly, and the colts settled down to play.
Meredith was talking to her co-mother, Marie, when she heard her birth mother Thea start laughing. The golden palomino mare turned toward the patio area, and her ears immediately went straight back. “Jinzi!” she exclaimed.
Jinzi had shed her dress and was sitting in the shade on one of the rugs strewn about the patio. She was still wearing her underpants and she smiled at her mother. “Summer,” the filly declared. “You wear less.” To be strictly fair, Amir and Berto were wearing shorts.
As her grandparents laughed, her mother gave Fuji a glare.
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Never worked with kids but I have heard that when they are under six or seven or so, it is sometimes impossible to keep them clothed. At that age they haven't developed the shame people usually have. Finns are a bit more relaxed about nudity, due to our sauna culture. I have a feeling in Europe, the Germans are the most casual about it because of their nude beaches. Anglosphere is very puritan about it, they have permanently linked nudity to sex. Nothing wrong with being naked. We all came to this world naked.
I enjoyed the story. Well written.
I enjoyed the story. Well written.
There are only so many articles of clothing that you can remove before you are simply skyclad and happy about it... Especially when the sun is trying to turn you into a fried whatever-you-are.
I remember summers with a female friend back when I had just moved to Texas and was still blissfully ignorant of sexuality. We found an abandoned lakeside dock, tethered a bicycle to a post and took turns riding it off the end of the dock wearing nothing more than what we were born with. The fact that it was incredible fun far overwhelmed any curiosity about each other's appendages (or lack thereof).
I remember summers with a female friend back when I had just moved to Texas and was still blissfully ignorant of sexuality. We found an abandoned lakeside dock, tethered a bicycle to a post and took turns riding it off the end of the dock wearing nothing more than what we were born with. The fact that it was incredible fun far overwhelmed any curiosity about each other's appendages (or lack thereof).
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