Anonymous The Statue


                                            >It keeps going on like this

                                            >You tried turning him into a stallion.

                                            >Even more complaints

                                            >Centaur

                                            >Same issue

                                            >Donkey

                                            >Same issue.

                                            >Zebra.

                                            >Same issue, though with more racially charged complaints.

                                            >Got so desperate you turned him into a hedgehog

                                            >He had done, infinitely worse things, so vile and heinous as a hedgehog....

                                            >You dare not remember further.

                                            Anonymous, you've put me in quite the predicament here.

                                            >"I'll put my predicament in quite a you...r..rear.."

                                            >"Heh...nice."

                                            >Ignore him.

                                            I am at the end of my rope, every creature I turn you into- in the hopes of reforming your behaviour- seems to make the situation worse.

                                            >You 'pop a xanax' as Anon would say, for your headache.

                                            >Thank you that he invented these pills...

                                            >"Why not just let me be me?"

                                            Because you are an insurmountable rapist.

                                            >"Oh yeah."

                                            >Furrow your brow.

                                            Anonymous, I don't think I have any other choice...I'm afraid I will need to turn you to stone.

                                            >"Wait...you can't be serious."

                                            I am.

                                            >Before he can protest, you've already begun to charge up the spell.

                                            I'm sorry my little creature...

                                            >"That still sounds offensive you know."

                                            Would you-be quiet! I am attempting to offer you some comfort!

                                            >"I'm just saying creature sounds worse than subject or..."

                                            I am being racially sensitive-

                                            >"Turn me back into a zebra and I can help."

                                            I AM SORRY that it has come to this but, you have left me no choice...I...

                                            >Your eyes glance down, the aura of your horn lighting the room as the spell is readied.

                                            >he...

                                            Are..

                                            >No...he couldn't..

                                            Are you........aroused?

                                            >"Painfully so, my fat assed queen."

                                            >Your cheeks are burning.

                                            How! How could this bring you any pleasure- you will be turned to stone! Inanimate!

                                            >"It's just kind of hot, I mean think about it...I'll be rock hard forever."

                                            >The elder gods could not know the depths of the frown you are displaying.

                                            I am ending this, now.

                                            >Zap him.

                                            >He's standing with his hands on his hips, an erection bursting forth through his pants.

                                            >Defiant to the end.

                                            >You take some headache pills and have the guards put anon in the Garden.

                                            >Month passes.

                                            >You don't know how.

                                            >But even as a rock, Anon continues to harass and defile your citizens.

                                            >His cock seems to catch the eye of all who pass by.

                                            >Accidents frequently occur around it- ponies falling directly ontop of the rection, grazing against it..

                                            >The accidental Mineral-fellatio fiasco was the worst.

                                            >You refuse this!

                                            >He will not win on this end! Your realm will be SAFE for your subjects!

                                            >You move him into the castle, in the royal hall.

                                            >Even worse.

                                            >Guards ponies keep coming and crying to you.

                                            >Saying they keep getting bumped into him.

                                            >Captains claim they felt 'compelled' to start a ritual of forcing the new cadets to "polish" his...appendage.

                                            >Shining armour quit a week ago over the incidents, and now you receive constant letters from his mother.

                                            >All of them complaining about Anonymous The Statue.

                                            >You become so desperate you finally move him into the restrooms.

                                            >A bit...perverse...yes you admit this.

                                            >But you are at wits end.

                                            >You did..try the closets at one point- but having him alone in a dark room proved to make things so much worse.

                                            >The bat ponies were never the same.

                                            >You figure if he is in the bathrooms...

                                            >Maybe it will calm down a little.

                                            >You're unsure what horrible, strange power he has to harass and rape even when a chunk of stone.

                                            >But this could possibly get his jollies off enough to leave the citizens be.

                                            >For a while, things are well in the bathroom.

                                            >Then, come the complaints again.

                                            >"Your highness I....I feel that the...statue in.."

                                            Yes, the statue in the restroom.

                                            >"Um..yes..that one..I feel it...it..."

                                            It what? Get on with it,

                                            >The guards pony sniffles and cowers a bit.

                                            >Your heart hurts as you see tears form at their eyes.

                                            I...I apologize- I did not mean to sound harsh. I'm just a bit..tired..

                                            >Smile.

                                            Please, do go on my little pony.

                                            >They seem a bit more sure at this point, nodding back to you.

                                            >"It feels like...he's watching me."

                                            Oh..?

                                            >"Yes, your highness. Like he's watching me go to...you know..."

                                            Yes, is that all? You feel he's watching you relieve yourself?

                                            >"No...I...if it were just that it wouldn't buh...bbb...be so bad..."

                                            >They're crying.

                                            >"His..penis! It looks like it's throbbing when he wah-hah-haatttcchesss!"

                                            >Spend an hour comforting the guard mare.

                                            >Things go on like this.

                                            >Every day the complaints getting worse.

                                            >Days pass

                                            You say...

                                            >"Yes, I felt something-like...like a wind or...I don't know. It felt like something was touching me...massaging my neck while I..."

                                            >Raise your hoof to stop them.

                                            Yes...Yes I quite get the point... I'll look into this matter further.

                                            >"Thank you,"

                                            >Out goes the guard pony.

                                            >In goes the xanax to relieve your headache.

                                            >several months later.

                                            >The bathroom mints have been replaced with date rape drugs.

                                            >You have had to warn the guard ponies not to eat them.

                                            >Which has been a failure, multiple times, as ponies do love their sweets.

                                            >Each time ends with a Guard going to the medical ward, with sand like minerals being found in their orifices.

                                            >He has escalated to raping them.

                                            >You aren't even sure how he's doing this, you know for a fact he cannot move.

                                            >Yet sitll, his desire to assault your ponies knows no limits.

                                            >After losing a majority of your guards, who have quit due to the offenses launched against them, you finally close down the bathroom you keep him in.

                                            >Hoping this will change things.

                                            >Mark it off limits, redirect the guards ponies to use a different bathroom from here on.

                                            >This only helps for a little.

                                            >Before a new prank starts with the new guards daring eachother to go into the 'haunted bathroom'.

                                            >Same story each time.

                                            >Guard goes in.

                                            >Gets molested, watched, or outright raped.

                                            >Comes crying to you.

                                            >Quits in a month due to the trauma.

                                            >Rinse, repeat.

                                            >At least the numbers are a bit less...for now...

                                            >What are you to do?

                                            >Do you just leave him there?

                                            >Hope that guards ponies eventually forget about the 'haunted bathroom'...

                                            >or the low numbers of assaults atleast stays the same?

                                            >You mull this over in your head.

                                            >For the rest of the day.

                                            >And week

                                            >And six months.

                                            >And a year

                                            >Nothing gets better.

                                            >You're unsure if it's worse.

                                            >You go into your own private restroom hours later, after the latest guards pony came crying and immediately sent in their termination.

                                            >The thought of a full on execution has occured, but you could never do that.

                                            >Also fairly certain that he would do more damage than ever as a spirit.

                                            >Life goes on like this.

                                            >Rape, Molestation, peeping, crying, quitting.

                                            >Exhaustion from the routine becomes so much that you finally say

                                            Buck this..

                                            >And move him into your own bathroom.

                                            Hah!

                                            >Sneer at the stone creature, looking at him up and down to see if he moves.

                                            As you see- I will not falter, Anonymous!

                                            >The only part that you swear does is his forever-erection.

                                            You will be hard pressed to go on as you have been here- the guards ponies never have access to my private chambers.

                                            >Stick your tongue out at him and..

                                            PTHBBBBT!

                                            >Smirk.

                                            Get used to that, you'll be hearing it quite a bit...though not from my mouth in the future.

                                            >Water drips from his stone-member at that.

                                            >You cringe.

                                            Or perhaps not..

                                            >This fixes things.

                                            >Mostly.

                                            >You still use your private bathroom.

                                            >Definitely you can feel him watching you when you do.

                                            >Some ghostly...touch sensations- though you are easily able to will them away and even prevent them with your magic.

                                            >However, when you need to.... drop off some potatoes at the pool...you tend to use your sisters bathroom.

                                            >Like today.

                                            Hnnngghhh!

                                            >FLRLLRRBBBTBBTBTBT

                                            Oh Luna I am so sorry...

                                            >FFWWBBBRRRWAAAAPPPPPPP

                                            >Sloosh swush sklunk.

                                            Oh good HEAVENS what are the chefs putting in my food!

                                            >You do not realize that this is a stress induced defecation.

                                            >Be Luna.

                                            >You are in DIRE needs to use the restroom.

                                            >Not to relieve yourself, you only do that every 74 hours.

                                            >No, you need to do something much more pressing.

                                            >You must brush your teeth.

                                            >You open your bedroom door and-

                                            >SPPPPRRFFWWRRBBBTBTBRBBRBTHBBT

                                            >FFRBWABT

                                            >BRAP

                                            >BRAP BRAP BRAP

                                            >Splunk!

                                            >"OHHHH GOOD EQUESTRIA MY ANAL CAVITY IS BURNING!"

                                            >You proceed to leave your bedroom

                                            >"L-Luna?"

                                            >Celestia says this with urgency.

                                            >You don't hear this, as you are already far down the hall.

                                            >Dont cry

                                            >Dont cry

                                            >dontcrydontcrydontcrydontcry

                                            >Why does SHE need YOUR bathroom!

                                            >Shes going to stink up the whole thing with..with..

                                            >Urgh!

                                            >You're sobbing.

                                            >"My highness what's-"

                                            LEAVE ME BE FOUL UNDERLING.

                                            >He leaves you be.

                                            >Your sister thinks she's so much better than you.

                                            >Like you don't even matter- she can just take anything of yours she wants.

                                            >Tartarus forbid you show disdain for it!

                                            >She may send you to the moon!

                                            >Yes, you're still sore about this event.

                                            >By the time you're down the hall you're no longer crying.

                                            >No, you are sobbing.

                                            >The most ugly, most wretched sobbing you've ever done in your life.

                                            >Stupid Celestia and her giant white butt.

                                            >She's going to RUIN your PRIVATE RESTROOM.

                                            >The restroom meant FOR YOU.

                                            >Not her!

                                            >Why doesn't she respect you enough to care...

                                            >Your vision is blurred over, hard to see where you're going.

                                            >But you move onwards.

                                            >Fueled by sadness, rage, depression...

                                            >Loss, since your bathroom will surely be coated in the deep scent of acidic bowel movements.

                                            >Yet something else seems to stir you.

                                            >Move your corpse ever onwards.

                                            >Your crying begins to settle down a bit.

                                            >What strange sensation pulls you forth? You don't know.

                                            >But you allow it to guide you, soothe your wounds.

                                            >Then you see where it is you're at.

                                            I...my sistsers chambers?

                                            >You look about in wonder

                                            How did I end up here? I...oh I should leave..Celestia doesn't enjoy when..

                                            >But the feeling inside...it pulls you in...

                                            >You see it.

                                            >Glistening, in golden light.

                                            >Your sisters private bathroom.

                                            >Yes, she has one too.

                                            >Yet she feels the need to use YOURS?

                                            >If she feels this way then..then...

                                            >Then you should be able to use HERS as well!

                                            >You step into the restroom, with some hesitation.

                                            >When you're sure she won't appear out of nowhere, you begin to relax.

                                            >Then you see it.

                                            >The stone statue of

                                            An ape?

                                            >In a suit.

                                            >Sitting next to the toilet.

                                            >With..

                                            Oh!

                                            >An erection.

                                            >Your face flushes deep purple.

                                            >Oh...is this why Celestia felt need to use your restroom?

                                            >Because she didn't want to poop in the same place she must surely be pleasuring herself?

                                            >Of course.

                                            >This is like when you were a filly and you were caught displeasing the local shrubbery.

                                            >Though you grew up from that, much more restraint.

                                            >Less complaints from the citizens about night rapes as well.

                                            >You suppose the apple must not fall far from the tree.

                                            >Still, you wish she respected you.

                                            So...err....do you come here often?

                                            >You ask sadly to the stone beast.

                                            >It says nothing, but it's stone phallus seems to speak to you.

                                            >It says...

                                            >' come in...'

                                            >So you do.

                                            >Celestia's bathroom is much nicer than yours.

                                            >This makes you more upset.

                                            >You look at the toilet..

                                            Maybe I COULD go...

                                            >Sit.

                                            >wait about thirty minutes.

                                            >Nothing happens.

                                            Darn...

                                            >Sigh.

                                            >The statue seems...bored?

                                            >Was it expecting you to use the restroom?

                                            >No... that's..no.

                                            >Maybe you need to go back on the medication you took for hallucinations.

                                            >All that time on the moon...

                                            Um...sorry if..perhaps you were expecting me to..

                                            >It says nothing.

                                            ...Right...yes

                                            >Sigh again

                                            What am I thinking? Why would you even want to see that anyway

                                            >Hunch forward.

                                            I'm just...I just...I wish Celestia cared more about me- about my feelings.

                                            >Stare up at him

                                            I bet you understand too...stuck all alone in here...

                                            >You pat his pant leg

                                            I think I should probably go now and-

                                            >Oh!

                                            Are those bathroom mints?

                                            >Be Celestia

                                            >Be running

                                            >Luna is so moody

                                            >So fragile

                                            >You need to find her

                                            >Explain why you were in her bathroom

                                            >And hope that she doesn't take the fact you cracked the bowl of her toilet with the force of your bowel movements too harshly.

                                            >Spot a guard pony.

                                            My little pony!

                                            >"I- I wasn't sleeping-I swear! I just lean on walls with my eyes closed!"

                                            Where is Luna? Have you seen her?

                                            >He frowns.

                                            >"Oh..yes..she was in a very foul mood. Told me to 'be gone' underling'."

                                            I'm sorry my dear, Luna is...she is a bit touchy at the moment...she has lost a loved one.

                                            >The guard looks nervous.

                                            >"I..I'm sorry...um...I didn't mean what I said-I...uh..she wasn't in a.."

                                            Please, just..tell me where she is.

                                            >"Right..uh..well I kinda stopped looking but...I heard some ponies saw her walk to your room."

                                            My...room?

                                            >"Yeah she.."

                                            >Run

                                            >Run and run and run.

                                            >Please

                                            >Please dont be too late.

                                            >You're in your room before you know it.

                                            >Looking into an open bathroom.

                                            >Down at your sister, who lay on the floor unconcious.

                                            >Covered in a sandy-goop like material.

                                            >Each hole filled with sediment

                                            No...no no no......

                                            >Cradle your sister.

                                            >Weeks pass.

                                            >Things have gone down hill.

                                            >Luna has..

                                            >She does not seem to deal with her rape well.

                                            >She doesn't talk as much.

                                            >Her behaviour has gotten back to being of great concern.

                                            >Ponies have caught her in the restroom...standing....watching them.

                                            >Not even just guard ponies.

                                            >But citizens as well.

                                            >In their dreams as much as the waking world.

                                            >You had a letter from one of Twilight's friends...

                                            >Big Mac.

                                            >He reported he was....going to the bathroom, in the forest out of his farm.

                                            >In his words 'dookin' out in the backwood'

                                            >When he spotted her.

                                            >Standing by the tree.

                                            >Breathing.

                                            >making a wiping motion with a large leaf.

                                            >You lied and told him this was a dream.

                                            >She spends most of the day masturbating now.

                                            >You've taken up her duties, as you do not trust her on her own.

                                            >You are exhausted.

                                            >Your room is on constant magical-lock down.

                                            >So only you may enter.

                                            >You have few guards left.

                                            >Go to the dining hall for breakfast.

                                            >"NNNNHHHH"

                                            >Luna is humping the table

                                            I'm just...trying to get my food...

                                            >Grab some pancakes.

                                            >Cry

                                            >Eat them in your room.

                                            >Another year.

                                            >Luna is no better, but she talks now.

                                            >Always very sexually.

                                            >You have had to put large mittens on her hooves, to prevent her from trying to access the genitals and anal region of innocent ponies.

                                            >They're shaped like turkey's, because that's all the local pony would sell you with her around.

                                            >Lay down in your bed.

                                            >Looking into your open bathroom door.

                                            >The statue of Anon standing there.

                                            >Erect.

                                            Fine...

                                            >The will to fight is gone.

                                            You win.

                                            >You use what little juice you have to release him from his state.

                                            >Anon is flesh once more.

                                            >Though his member deflates.

                                            >You stare at him.

                                            >He stares at you.

                                            >Silence.

                                            >Somewhere in the castle, Luna is attempting to cook a hayburger inside of her vagina.

                                            >Silence.

                                            >"So..."

                                            So?

                                            >"Can you turn me into a mare again?"

                                            END