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- >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.
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