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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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Burnt Marble

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by Flames of Sorrow

It was an afternoon like any other in the forests surrounding Ponyville, and Marble Pie was on her way back from picking flowers in the meadow to her townhouse with her family. She treasured these Sunday afternoons, where she would set off for a little time by herself and gather something pretty to put in a vase on her mother’s kitchen table. Her mother would beam, accepting the bouquet of wildflowers and lovingly place them into their desired spot for a week, when Marble would return with more to add to the bunch if any had happened to wither.

Several animals chittered around her, and she watched a squirrel deftly clamber its way up a tree trunk. It stopped on top of a branch, its tail twitching this way and that as he looked down at her, considering her for a moment while it bared its nut prize in its muzzle. It squeaked at her once, as if in greeting, before scurrying further up into the canopy of the trees and disappearing out of sight.

Adorable.

Several deer were grazing idly in a meadow a few hundred feet away, and Marble did her best to keep her hoofbeats quiet so as not to disturb them. They nibbled idly at the stalks of grass and leaves of bushes, occasionally raising their heads to gaze over at her curiously. A tall buck walked amongst them, raising his antlers up high as he cast an assessing gaze over to Marble. The pony made sure not to come any closer, and kept to the path as she passed them by.

Majestic.

Sitting on top of a log, a particularly warty looking toad croaked up at her. Its beady eyes looked at her suspiciously, and its large stomach bulged outwards with every sound that it released from its warbling throat. Marble stopped for a moment to look down on it, noting that it appeared to have an entire army of warts stuck on its back. Still, the pudgy creature appeared to be in good health judging from its size, and with a final croak it hopped away from her, turning to look back only once to see if it was under pursuit.

Uhm… Slimy?

Marble thought to herself, content with the world at large as she watched a flock of songbirds swoop down from the sky and settle themselves in the needles of a nearby pine. They chirped at each other, one after another trying to outdo themselves in song whilst others preened their feathers. The sight was one to behold, and Marble stopped for a moment to admire the plumage of the feathery forest creatures.

Aww, look at them!

She had walked off of the path now, wandering slightly deeper into the wood to take part in the daily lives of the animals that lived outside of Ponyville. It was not too far, and she was not worried about losing her way. She knew which direction she had to head even if she did lose the path, and had been sure to bring along an extra layer in her saddle bag should the winter evening chill set in before she got back home.

The sun was just beginning to dip its way towards the horizon, but Marble figured that she had plenty of time. It was just the woods, nothing to be afraid of out here. Princess Twilight and Fluttershy had worked together to ensure that ponies had nothing to fear for miles in this part of the wood, and Marble Pie was very grateful for that fact. Thus, her defenses had been lowered as she allowed herself to relax. This was her time, and her time alone, and if she decided to spend it admiring the creatures of the forest that was her decision to make.

Little did she know that just inches behind her hind hooves, a particularly fiery flower had not taken too kindly on being stepped on when Marble Pie had made her way over to admire the songbirds. The fire bush, which was a carnivorous plant, did its job well by blending into the grass almost unseen with no distinguishing colors beyond appearing a little darker green than the foliage around it. Hidden inside of its leafy tufts, the flower head appeared starkly different to its green exterior.

A vibrant orange with pink and red highlights, the flower kept itself hidden until it was time to strike. And when it was such a time, it would have a barbeque to enjoy for several days to come. It swallowed its prey whole, becoming engorged on its supper until it broke it down to feed the bulbs down in its roots. It was a master at what it did, and only the efforts of Princess Twilight had driven its numbers to an all time low in the forest. This particular specimen had managed to evade detection, and had developed a particular loathing for any kind of pony that would go anywhere near it.

This time, however, as the head of the flower poked out of its sheath, the beady eyes inside of the petals of the flower peered out to see a creature far too large for it to stomach. Still, it had gotten so close that it had stepped on several of its leaves thus rendering them useless. This was a threat to the flower’s survival, and threats such as these were not to be taken kindly to. It would take pleasure in this act of defiance as well, for it could sense no magical abilities of this particular pony. This would be an act of revenge for all of fire flower kind, and it would not hold itself back.

The head of the fire flower reared back, preparing to launch an attack that would deter any further transgressions. A second later, an intense plume of fire erupted from the center of the flower and covered the exposed behind of the pony standing in front of it. Her normally gray fur became illuminated by the fireball that sprang from the fire flower’s mouth, and with a start Marble leapt several feet forward before almost crashing face first into the pine in front of her.

“Ahhh! Ahh! Oh! Ahh! Ahh! Oh my god!”

Marble was thrown into a full panic, she had gone from feeling serene and peaceful as she admired the wildlife to in a state of fight or flight. The pain coming from her behind was excruciating, and she could feel her bottom was still painfully hot even after she whirled around to see that the last few tongues of flames had been extinguished. It was short lived, but for a good few seconds her entire hind quarters had been set on fire.

“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Owie! Ouch!”

The birds had flown away, and there was no sign of any other animal anymore. That was the least of Marble’s concerns, as she felt her bottom blister and appear visibly red from the burn it had received. The pony could feel tears welling in the corners of her eyes, as she looked around herself in a panic of what to do. She stood on all fours, but wanted nothing more than to drop her behind into a rushing river, a small pond, or even just drag it through some nice, cool mud.

“There!”

She exclaimed, and made a beeline for a patch of white she saw in the distance. With every movement of her rear quarters she could feel the skin moving around and complaining loudly. It was badly burnt, but not so much that she had lost a sense of feeling. For the moment, she figured that she would hopefully be alright since she could still feel her butt loud and clear. And boy, was it loud. With every pulse of her heart she could feel her singed veins running along her buttocks, further exacerbating the sensation of burning and making it so she desperately wanted to reach the outcropping of leftover snow she saw a few hundred feet away.

Almost dripping on a branch and landing face flat on the way, she arrived at the dwindling patch of precious, white substance and wasted no time in depositing her rear smack dab in the center of it. Marble felt the snow conforming around the shape of her plump, slightly swollen rear end.

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, drool dribbling out of the end of it as a wave of relief rushed through her. It was a powerful sensation, a feeling of ecstasy and relief that caused her to almost pass out. She saw the border of her vision fade into black for a moment, before she steadied herself with a hoof.

Oh the relief!

She thought to herself, as she wiggled her butt to submerge it further into the pile of snow. She could feel some of the snow melting around her as it absorbed the heat from her rear end, and continued to wiggle and squirm to keep it properly submerged. When encased in snow, it felt just almost like it had before it had been burned. For the moment, Marble did not even care to find out how exactly she had been burned, she was just happy that she was able to stem the sensation of burning from her butt.

“O-o-oh… Yeah… That’s the stuff…”

It was utter bliss, a sensation like no other that she could not even begin to describe. One moment her rear was literally set on fire, blustery and swollen red from the heat it had absorbed and now it had plunged towards the other end of the thermometer. Cool, crisp, confirmed around her buttocks, and continuously giving her a sense of relief from the horribly intense burning she had suffered from some unknown source.

The fire flower that had situated itself right behind the patch of snow Marble was currently sitting on top of and reared its head up. Not wanting to be outdone by its fellow brethren’s work, it took a moment to examine what amount of burn was still exposed outside of the snow before preparing its own attack. Clearly, the last fire flower had decided that this creature was a threat, and this one would follow suit in the exact same course of action.

The snow melted almost immediately, but the resulting water covering Marble’s butt did little to stop the flames as yet another fireball struck her squarely in the backside. As the water steamed off of her, she yelped and sprang off of the ground.

“AHH!”

She whirled around, just in time to see a flash of the flower’s petals disappear as the plant retracted itself into the ground once more.

“Oh! Oh! Hot!”

She whispered to herself in pain, quickly scurrying over to another spot of snow and taking a moment to check and see whether there was another fire flower present. There appeared not to be, and with a sigh of relief she deposited her backside down once more. She wriggled, trying to cover her behind in as much snow as possible and allowing herself a moment to gather her senses.

Marble felt a little upset that she had gotten burned so badly, she had only been admiring the wildlife, how on earth could she have been so unlucky to be the recipient of such a nasty act?

Gingerly, Marble heaved herself out of the patch of snow and examined the damage to the rear. Nothing permanent, she was sure, just very painful. She cringed as some of the pain came back, now that she was no longer providing it with anything to cool it down. She would have to make the walk home before she was able to treat it, but maybe there would be a few more patches of snow for her to stop and cool herself with. She hoped her mother would have some kind of ointment, as the stinging was beginning to get worse the longer she was away from the patch of snow behind her.

As she did her best to keep herself from cringing from the pain of every step forward, Marble began to make her way back home. She hoped that she would not meet any pony that she knew along the way home, as even from afar it was fairly obvious that she was a pony who had just received a nasty burn to the butt.