Good morning, y'all! Iiiiit's an art day, woo-hoo!
This finished flat-color piece is for DamieWamie (Twitter). Thank you so much, it is always so much fun to get to draw this fella blushin' at both ends! x)
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As Lightning rubbed his sore ass, he reflected on the weird day he'd had. Nothing had seemed to go right -- furthermore, the people around him seemed to be under the impression the only way to deal with the mishaps he'd been blundering into was with a good, firm smack.
More than just one smack, too, he though to himself, continuing to try rubbing the sting out of his bottom.
But even that wasn't working! With a frustrated snort, Lightning lowered his pants to get a good look at his ass -- there was a spot on his left cheek that was especially bothersome. He was convinced it was a bruise... but was shocked by what he saw. A magical, glowing insignia, pulsing with arcane energy, had securely affixed itself to him. In fact, if he hadn't known any better, it would seem to be seared into him... like a brand!
Little did he know, the brand was a curse laid onto his poor, throbbing bottom -- one sure to bring him bad luck, and specifically get him thrown over laps for a good hiding. The mage who cast it looked forward to watching the horse squirm, writhe, blush, and whine over lap after lap...
Red in the face, Lightning quickly pulled his pants back up. There was nothing for it. He would simply have to wait for it to dissipate, and hope that no one else decided to throw him over their knees in the meantime.
Chip
2023-12-31 12:43:12 +0000 UTC