>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.