>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