“He called out, hoping that there was somepony nearby to help.”
 
But nobody came.

Never even heard of this fetish.

Would this be “and I must scream?”

I have no idea what people see fun in being turned into an inanimate object. And I think I’m cool without that knowledge.

Sunburst is dead, and nopony will ever know. They’ll think the Canterlot flunkie had run off in the night, returned to Equestria or headed for the Yakyakistan border, and never give him another thought. Cadence will set Flurry atop his corpse, thinking it’s just a wooden horse. She’ll grow fond of the old thing, but the passing of time will take its toll. The horn will get all chewed up while Flurry teethes. The goatee will snap off after a vigorous rock smashes it into the wall. Finally, one day, it’ll become so damaged that Cadence throws it out and replaces it. Sunburst’s body will be incinerated with the palace garbage, and no one will be any the wiser.