Shining's Campaign Book

Mighty Ulfer faced a strong peril to begin his journey! Stripped of his armor by the heat of the sun’s rays blasting the world in its angry retribution, he would face the world without fear or hesitation! Besides, if a mighty paladin like he could not take the heat, then they would be similarly disarmed!

Now if only Shining felt such strength in his limbs as he himself thought he was dying. He had only managed to write a little more past that, mostly worldbuilding of the town, but he now felt bad for Ulfer. He wouldn’t wish for this sort of hell for even his worst enemies, and that was while magical gems made by his father attempted to keep the house cooler. It was a useless endeavor though, as the heat even made it impossible.

At least Twily and his father weren’t in the house to scold him about being in his boxers, and his mother was likely in her study, working on her next book. This way he could at least slightly manage the heat, instead of continuing to feel like he was dying.

Still, while he laid in bed, he couldn’t help but think about how amazing a glass of lemonade would be. Or just drowning when he took into account the only other thing his mind drifted off to. Mostly though, he could only focus on the heat, a curse he slightly blessed for that same reason. Similarly, he thanked Celestia that it was Saturday, as while it meant no distractions, it also meant not melting in his classrooms.

With another second’s thought, his thirst overtook him, and Shining finally began to move. He didn’t want to, and thought it would likely be best just to get to the kitchen and then collapse. Yeah, that sounded amazing.

And he was apparently not the only one to think that, as he walked in on his mother splashing herself with a cup of water. Now, Shining loved his mom. He admired her, thought he got some of her best traits, but he tried to ignore the traits his friends normally talked about. On a day like today though, with water running over her entire body, he couldn’t.

No, while his mom stood there, he felt his boxers tent for a moment, just before one of his fists slammed into his crotch to make sure she didn’t notice. Not that anypony in Equestria would blame him. After all, Twilight Velvet was not only soaked in water that ran down her sides, her breasts, and even the small bit of her ass that he could see with how she stood, it ran down all of those without clothes to impede them. Well, mostly. His mother, like himself, was only in her underwear. This did include a bra, but he would have sworn it was the smallest bra that she owned, with it being nothing more than a black strap that ran over the front of her breasts, which were at least the size of his own head. He would have normally considered how they bit into her flesh, pressed into her bosom just to show off how soft those pillows he had laid his head against so many times as a child were, but that ignored the fact that her nipples poked straight through the fabric, and her areolas were otherwise out for him to see.

It was almost, almost hotter than it was outside, and only the tremendous amount of pain he was in made sure that he didn’t get hard from it.

And then, Twilight Velvet turned to him, hunching over as she herself panted and waved to her son. “Oh, Shining. I had thought you had stayed at a friend’s house yesterday. W-What are you doing up?”

Shining swallowed hard, especially at how she did not seem to react to him seeing her, well, like this, and blinked as he said, “Uh, I thought lemonade would help.”

“It won’t. I tried that. And ice. And now,” looking down at herself with a slight blush, “Water. And now I’m too tired to walk back to my study. Not that I want to be away from water anyways…” She said as she looked back at the sink.

Shining chuckled a little, feeling a lot better in fact from the fact that his mom was indeed acting much like his mom. If she could shrug this off, well, he could… At least for now. And with something to hide behind. Definitely needed something to hide behind.

And so, he sat down at the table and sighed, saying more to himself than anypony else, “It would be great just to play some board games today and not do anything.”

Velvet almost crashed into the seat across from him, her breasts pressed hard against the wood, and still made erotic by Shining’s mind thinking for a second of what it would be like to have such breasts, breasts bigger than even Cadance’s, pressed against his chest so firmly. She then looked at him as her horn glowed and said, “Monopoly sound good?”

Shining blinked for a moment, his mind trying to make Monopoly sexual, and failing. “Yeah, that sounds amazing.”

And thus Ulfer survived the heat in the comfort of a wonderful, but forbidden, very, very, VERY, COMPLETELY, ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN bar wench, the two trying to ignore each other’s undress the whole time before the two finally collapsed in their own rooms when the exhaustion became too much.

And said bar wench cursed herself a thousand times over as her fingers found the spot between her thighs, angry at how moist she had let them be, and thanking the curse of the heat for making sure that, as much as she had wanted to ride her young son, she couldn’t without possibly succumbing to heat exhaustion.