The emberite pony stands before the fuming Queen Chrysalis, standing her ground with her horn leveled to the changeling matriarch. “Y-you can’t hurt our people anymore. I won’t let you!”
“Oh, you think you’re somepony special, do you?” Chrysalis asks, snickering through her teeth. “Well, let me tell you something. I am the queen of the changelings, and my magic is superior to any trick you or your fellows would ever be able to use against me.”
“You asked for it,” snorts the emberite, charging forward towards the flying fae creature.
Chrysalis flutters up high, boasting as the emberite rushes past her. “You silly little filly! None of you are gifted with the power of flight! Did you think your grandiose display would be enough to make me quiver in fear? Oooh, you must be fuming mad!
“I am,” says the emberite before her horn glows. “But you’re going to be hopping soon, you fake queen!”
Chrysalis snarls, swooping close to the fiery pony kicking her legs defiantly through the air. “Of all the impudence! I shall consume all of your emotions until you are nothing but a husk! A smoldering ruin of your former self, and I shall feast upon the magic that makes you happy and in love and fear, and with that power, I shall conquer all of Equestiria!”
As the villainess monologues, the emberite pony’s horn glows, and an ember of flame shisping up from one of the buildings becomes a ball. It dances around while the evil queen spills her diabolical schemes. And just as she’s about to finish her final words, the fire turns into the shape of a mouth, and the fiery teeth gnash onto the queen’s butt and squeeze!
“YEEEEOOOOCH!” Chrysalis wails, buzzing around the village, a smoke trail following her wherever she goes. The once fearful citizens begin to cheer and chortle at her pain, waving their hooves in the air and chanting in delight for their hero.
Chrysalis falls to the ground, eating dirt with her butt held high, tooth marks indenting and crispy as the rest glows like coal. She spits out the mud and groans, stumbling to her feet. “Of all the indignities. How dare you, ah!”
A whip of fire forms and slaps her on the hindquarters again, stinging her opposite cheek with a red burn next to the bite-mark burning on her other cheek. She leaps up, yelping and skittering around. “Yow, yow, yooooow!” before she lands on all fours, her legs buckling. “T-this cannot continue! I shall destroy you and your-yeoooch!”
Another slap, this time by some of the ambient fire that litters the ground leaping up and spanking her like little rockets before landing down on the ground. Only then do they leap up again, juggling and playing her butt like a drum, and they are the sticks leaving her stinging and red.
	“Yow, ow, wow yow-ow -wow! Stop this hot stuff nooowww ow owww!”
” Her cries wail out to the beat of the little sprites, making her scream a tune as she flails about through the air, giving the emberite something to dance to as she controls the fires.
The changeling begins to gallop away, but she’s chased by the one who would stand up against her, forming different shapes out of the fire, smacking her repeatedly in a sign of defiance against her. This continues until a flaming pony forms behind her and spins around, kicking her rear with its hind legs, leaving bright-white unshod hoofprints on her heinie and sending her tumbling down a hill at the city's edge.
When she finally stops rolling, Chrysalis lands on her butt, pressing against the heated ground. It burns momentarily, searing her hide before she leaps up again, flying high into the air, moving fast enough for the wind to sting her flesh. “Ow ow oowwwiee!”
“Owie?” Boasts the hero of the village. “That’s not very much the sound a queen makes, is it?”
The changeling snaps towards the hero, tears welling up in her eyes as she fights against the stinging, roaring burn that travels from her butt up to her spine. “H-how dare you tease me y-you fillie? I am the queen of the changelings and, yow!
The pony hops up high, flames sending her flying up, tackling the queen. As the two fall down, Chrysalis lands with her butt up in the air, and the emberite pony falls right on top of her, most of her weight upon Chrysalis’s butt.
“Aaaaauauuuuuuuuuuughhhh!” She shifts underneath as the skin seers and smoke rises from her, her butt getting bright red as she reaches vainly to escape.
“You aren’t getting away that easily. I would have let you go if you had just left us alone!”
“Please, I… I yield, just make the burning stop!”
“Not until one last thing!” the emberite says, hopping off of the queen and brandishing her horn.
“Please, ah, pull it away. S-stop stop! Please! Aaah faaaaah haaaa!”
 The emberite’s final slap with her horn pokes straight at the center of the changeling’s butt, leaving a bright white spot on Chrysalis, which throbs and stings much hotter than the rest of the burning red behind.
“Now, when someone looks upon your royal rear, they’ll know you messed with us and were punished. Now go.”
HIssing, Chrysalis stumbles to her feet, her legs wobbling. “T… that won’t… s-stop me. You hear!” she snarls. “I’ll get you back for this, you blasted fire ponies. You’ll see. Maybe I’ll find the water ponies and take them over. Then they’ll flood you until you’re nothing but hot air!”
“You’re the only hot air around here!” boasts the hero, smirking as she gives a big wink.
A smaller emberite leaps from the shadows, jumping up under Chryalis’s butt, and letting her mane roast the changeling’s abused ass!
She catches aflame, and she yelps and leaps up as the hot ass burns so hard as to smoke. She screams and runs around, hopping and kicking, leaving behind a trail of smoke as she rushes from the others and clops away, her back legs trembling as the pain burns through her. 
The other ponies of the village clamber around their champion, lifting her and praising her, leaving the changeling queen alone.