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The following narrative deviates from the regular diaper/bondage related content posted on this page. Due to the fact that I take a variety of commissions from different clients, I found it appropriate to post a sample of what this particular individual enjoys reading as this Patreon is intended as a feed for my most contemporary works.

The following manuscript centers around both the humiliating and humorous aspects of burning the behinds of ponies who have it coming to them.

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A Singed Bottom

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by Flames of Sorrow

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Trixie adjusted her cape around herself as the looming visage of the cave before her grew in size the closer she approached. She had left Snips and Snails behind for this particular venture of hers, as she figured that they would only cause more trouble than their assistance would be worth.

“After all…”

She spoke quietly to herself, looking around to check whether she was truly alone or not.

“The great and powerful Trixie should have no problem snatching up a few crystals for herself.”

She walked forwardly, leaving the cobblestone path that wrapped around the hill the cave entrance was positioned on top of. Her hooves moving through the grass, she shifted the saddlebags on her back, hoping that they would be spacious enough to contain all of the loot she planned on cramming in them.

With these crystals in my possession, I’ll finally be able to show those ungrateful louts down in Ponyville who truly is the most powerful sorceress!

She smiled confidently to herself, imagining the trouble she would cause after having her own unicorn powers amplified by the cave’s magically infused, sparkly rocks amplified her magic. Her confidence bolstered by the thoughts of showing everypony who was the most powerful caster in Equestria, she stopped in front of the cave entrance and peered inside, squinting.

The inside was almost pitch dark, save for a faint, blue glowing at the end of the tunnel. Figuring she would have to go a ways inside of the cave before being able to find where the crystals grew, she reached back and rifled through her saddle bags.

“Drat… I forgot the lantern…”

She hesitated, wondering whether she was willing to risk going spelunking with no source of light to show her surroundings when her eyes widened in realization. Feeling a little sheepish at not having thought of it sooner, she mumbled a self-rebuke under her breath as the tip of her horn started to glow softly.

It was a weak glow at first, but frowning hard she concentrated as hard as she could until its luminance grew to a reasonable level of brightness. Flickering every few seconds, she walked forward looking around the sides of the cave to see whether any of the crystals she was looking at were perhaps hiding in any nooks or crannies. Nothing met her gaze, but as she delved around a hundred feet underground, she saw that the faint glow she had seen earlier appeared to grow stronger after the cave path twisted to the bottom left.

She continued, noting that when she looked back she could no longer see the exit from which she came through. If her light went out, she would undoubtedly be plunged into complete darkness. The light coming from her horn was dimming slightly, her power beginning to struggle to keep her magical flashlight lit the longer she continued to cast the spell.

I really need those crystals…

She thought to herself, trying not to think about the fact that she was struggling with what was considered to be one of the simplest spells any unicorn could cast by the time they reached early adolescence. Up ahead, she saw something glimmering as it could the light from her horn. Her eagerness bolstered, she plowed forward until she stopped to a screeching halt, the light on her horn winking out at last.

Before darkness fell around her, she caught a glimpse of a vast expanse of blue crystals lining the walls. Now with no source of light for her to see, her eyes began to adjust to the dimness of the cave and she was just able to make out the cool hue of glowing pure formations in the walls. She was surrounded by crystals, some glowing brighter than others but not enough to illuminate more than an inch around them.

This’ll have to do…

Trixie thought to herself, inching forward as she leaned closer to more closely examine one of the stones. While she busied herself studying the luminescent cave fixtures, something moved silently behind her.

The dragon had heard the pony approaching for over a minute now, and was hoping that whatever moronic four-legged horse had decided that his cave was safe to explore would quickly turn tail and gallop away. He had been enjoying a luxurious nap, having slept for several days after acquiring the cave crystals from another dragon who had left their cave to go hunting. Proud of his booty, he had decided that a reward was in order for himself and so had decided to sleep amongst his freshly acquired gemstones.

Now, however, as his reptilian eyes opened to stare out at the pony a few dozen feet away from him, he could not believe his eyes. Not only was the wretched creature in front of him in his cave, but she was actually trying to take his crystals. He watched her for a moment, a mixture of stark indignation and shock whirling around in his head as he saw the audacity with which the unicorn in front of him appropriated the crystals, scampering to and fro and cramming them in her bag.

The dragon figured that this particular unicorn was either very brave, or very, very stupid. Which one of the two did not matter, as the dragon rose to his claws and padded forward, silently stepping on the stone floor and taking great care that his talons did not scrape against it so as not to give away his position.

Trixie continued to gather up the crystals with evident glee, utterly oblivious to the giant beast that was stalking her every move.

“All mine! Now the great and powerful Trixie will be the most powerful sorceress in all of Equestria! All of these crystals are mine!”

She reared up, raising her hoofs next to her face as she began to cackle maniacally. The dragon observed this, his jaw slightly agape in an expression of surprise and incredulousness. Trixie was only to laugh for a few seconds though, as the dragon behind her roared mightily, bellowing down at the terrified unicorn who fell back down onto all fours and whirled around with a start.

The dragon’s mouth was still open, and the sparks and tongues of flames that darted out were enough to illuminate his visage. He was pitch black, save for several lime green highlights that covered his underbelly, the crooks of his limbs, several stripes on his tail which he pounded against the ground, as well as around his eyes.

Trixie’s lips quivered, her eyes wide open in abject terror as she beheld the beast. The flames grew larger, and Trixie’s fight or flight instincts began to kick in. She turned, stumbling forward as she blindly tried to sprint for the cave exit. She felt her back right hoof catch on a protruding stone, and she fell forward onto her stomach with a grunt of pain. Her saddlebags flew open, spilling out the crystals she had nicked and scattering them across the floor.

Several of them shattered from the impact of landing on a rock solid surface, and the sound of tinkling glass filled the air as their internal hue winked out of existence. The dragon saw this, and roared once more as he saw his treasure destroyed by the idiotic unicorn who had dared venture into his cave.

This was exactly why the dragon absolutely loathed ponies, unicorns, and pegasi of all kinds. They were always meddling where they should not be, thinking themselves worthy creatures that should wield the same power as mighty dragons. This dragon had no tolerance for it, and he decided in that moment that he would not leave such insolence unpunished.

Rearing back, he closed his mouth as he braced himself momentarily. For a moment he considered, and then came to a most gratifying solution. Seeing her turn her tail and exposing her rear end, an idea sprang into his mind.

Let’s see how she likes having her hide quarters set ablaze!

He thought, growing more excited at the idea the longer he thought about it. With an image of her burning bottom clearly imagined in his mind causing him to feel full of flames destined for her backside, he leaned his neck out and gorged out a massive explosion of fire. It hurtled towards Trixie, whose eyes became filled with the reflection of the searing fireball headed towards her direction.

“Curses!”

She exclaimed, stumbling to her feet as she tried desperately to get away from the hurtling wall of fire headed directly towards her. She found herself gaining ground between her and the dragon, but suddenly she felt a searing, scolding pain on her backside.

“AHHHH!”

She screamed, still running blindly through the cave and bumping violently against its walls. Trixie looked behind her, and saw to her alarm that her rump had been set on fire. Orange and red flames licked at her haunches, their heat unbearable and causing her coat to be quickly chewed away by their hungry tongues.

“I’M! ON! FIRE!”

She exclaimed to no one in particular, panic setting in as she desperately sprinted for the entrance of the cave. Ahead, she could make it out, the fire on her butt illuminating the cave around her and giving her a clearer course she could canter over.

The dragon watched in satisfaction, chuckling to himself as he watched the little creature stumble around in a blind panic. It served her right for taking what was not hers, especially when she appeared to not even have the forethought to check for dragons that were very in need of their beauty sleep. Turning, he sauntered back into the nest he had made out of the crystals, feeling satisfied with his work.

The pain was intolerable, and Trixie cringed as she felt her rear end sizzle and spark. As far as she could remember, this was the most unpleasant sensation her bottom had ever had to endure. Her mind raced, trying to figure out a way to stop the flames from consuming her whole as she shot out of the cave entrance, her shanks set aflame and screaming all the way.

Once more, she lost her footing. She tumbled down the hill, grunting and groaning the whole way down. The flames that were still dancing merrily on her rear end appeared to peter out, before finally winking out of existence leaving her backside smoldering, smoke rising off of it.

With a final exclamation of pain, she rolled to a halt by the cobblestone road. She panted, appearing very much the worse for wear as both her coat and saddlebags were not in tatters around her. Her hair disheveled, she rose shakily to her hooves and looked behind her. The cave entrance remained quiet, and she could make out no sound of the dragon pursuing her.

She drew in a relieved breath, her head hanging down as she tried to calm down her fast beating heart. After a moment’s recovery, she looked behind her to assess the damage that dragon’s flames had done. Her bottom was bright red, still stinging from the time it had spent set ablaze. Peering closer, she saw that there appeared to be only mild blistering and no real damage done, other than her coat being burned away to leave her skin exposed and glistening red.

It still hurt, although not as much as when it had been burning. If anything, the real damage that had been done was to her appearance and most importantly, her pride. She had traveled all this way, bravely entered a cave she had never explored before, and had only been rewarded with a singed bottom. With a panic, she reached back to check her saddle bags. Desperately, she moved her hooves around in them, hoping to find even the smallest fragment of a crystal she could use.

To her great dismay, the only thing she found was burnt leather and ashes from the dragon’s breath. She slumped, the realization that it had all been for nothing setting in.

Deciding that she should try another cave, she shakily stepped onto the cobblestone road and continued down it. Behind her, her glowing red bottom swayed from side to side, a full, public display of her humiliation. She hoped that the nearest herbalist she came across would not poke too much fun at her expense, as a result of the burn damage her rear end had swollen up slightly. She now had a fat, red bottom, as if there were not enough reasons for all the ponies she met to make fun of her for.