Anon makes hot chocolate


                                            >be pony

                                            >Been a good day so far

                                            >anon invites you over for some coffee

                                            >you catch him looking at your hooves a lot

                                            >Maybe he has some kind of fetish?

                                            >eh, whatever, you're not objecting, hooves are nice

                                            >You raise a hoof to knock on his door, but he opens it before you do

                                            >"Ah, marshmallow, good to see you!"

                                            "Excuse me?"

                                            >"Oh, nothing, please come in."

                                            >he ushers you inside, looking around before shutting and locking the door.

                                            >You walk into his living room.

                                            >You smell hot chocolate.

                                            "So, where's the coffee?"

                                            >"Er... right this way!"

                                            >He's acting a little suspicious.

                                            >you're starting to get a little weirded out, but you hear his beverages are legendary.

                                            >He leads you down into his basement, but the stairs just end suddenly into a platform that's been constructed

                                            >You walk out onto the platform, only to find a vat of hot chocolate that was easily 5 feet across.

                                            >You turn around to ask Anon what the hell this is, before he suddenly shoves you off of the platform

                                            >you flail around for a moment before hitting the surface of the, judging from the taste in your mouth, hot chocolate

                                            >Oh god oh fuck it burns

                                            "ANON, GET ME OUT OF HERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

                                            >he's standing on the platform, looking down at you.

                                            >You feel parts of you dissolving into the mixture, your body going soft and melting

                                            >Your entire body is stained brown, absorbing the chocolate

                                            >you can't see

                                            >but you can feel

                                            >and you wish you couldn't.

                                            >You just want to die and have it all be over, but it won't end.

                                            >You don't have any nerves to burn off, you are merely a marshmallow now.

                                            >Everything is pain.

                                            >When your head finally dissolves into the goop, you hope that the blackness of death will finally take you, but it looks like that's not the case.

                                            >You can't see, but you're still aware of the parts of your body, now turned into a milky white goop that's mixing in to the hot chocolate around you.

                                            >You can't feel the burning anymore.

                                            >You feel something hard enter the vat of you, and start mixing, tugging on parts of your body unevenly and spreading them around the mixture.

                                            >eventually it stops

                                            >You don't think much of anything, anymore.

                                            >You don't want to think.

                                            >You were marshmallow pony.

                                            >And now you are just a marshmallow.

                                            >A few hours later, Anon is hosting a party at his house.

                                            >He leads a few ponies down into his basement to get some hot chocolate from the tap.

                                            >They take a sip of it and comment on how good it tastes.

                                            >Anon has always been known for his legendary beverages.