Coffee Maker Pony

>Ordinary day as Anonymous
>You're not sure what happened last night
>You don't know how, or why, but your coffee machine has turned into a pony
>How are you supposed to take this...
>"Um...Anon? You look stressed. Perhaps you could use some hot tea?"
>Oh...uh...okay
>You look her all over. not sure how she...works
>She's all pony, with few signs she was ever a machine besides her color scheme: a bright grey coat and short-cut black mane
>"Um...I need water first, Anon."
>Oh, of course
>You get up and pour a glass at the sink
>She giggles
>"I'll need a lot more than that"
>Oh fug
>Setting the glass aside, you pull out a big pitcher and start filling it up
>About twenty seconds later, the pitcher is filled to the brim
>Your coffee maker pony steps forward, raises her head and lets you pour the water into her mouth
>She drinks for a solid minute, not stopping to breathe
>As she gulps down the water, her belly starts to swell out slightly
>You fight the urge to grope it, not knowing how she'd react
>When she's done, she gasps, stumbling back a bit, making her bloated belly wobble and slosh
>Okay...now what?
>"Ah...mmm...Now you need to, nnf, put in a flavor pack."
>Right then
>You grab a pack of chamomile out of the cupboard and offer it to her mouth
>She just giggles
>"No, anon. That slot's in the back..."
>You're shitting me
>You walk around to her rear, getting a good look at her water-filled tummy
>She spreads her legs wide, exposing her new marehood for you
>This is so many levels of wrong, but you don't care
>Gingerly, you slip the flavor pack into her snatch, making her squeak and moan as you do so
>She shifts about on her hooves for a moment, then closes her legs
>There's a clicking sound from her crotch
>"Okay, I'm ready. Just push my, ah, button and I can start."
>Um...where's that?
>"My nose, silly!"
>Right...
>With some apprehension, you boop your coffee maker pone's snoot
>Then the fun began
>She began to hum, her belly quivering fiercely
>She pants, puffs of steam escaping her mouth
>For a good fifteen seconds, you watch this display, panting heavily as the water in her belly starts to heat up
>With a load moan, her belly shrinks, but not by much
>At the same time, her teats start to swell and wobble
>After a few seconds, she hums, shaking her rear, then ejecting the flavor cartridge
>She turns around, presenting her swollen crotchboobs
>"Well...it's done...Go ahead anon!"
>Holy fuck, what are you doing?
>Eagerly, you grab a mug from the cabinet and put it under one of her nipples
>Nothing comes out
>"Go on, Anon. Give it a squeeze~..."
>Fuuuuck
>You grab her tea-filled teat firmly
>It's piping hot and kind of jiggly
>With as much might as you could muster, you squeezed her boob
>"Aaaaahaaaaa~!"
>Hot tea squirted out of her nipple and into the mug
>Once that teat was empty, you switch to the other, filling your mug up with steaming hot tea
>When it was done, you sank into a chair, sipping your tea
>"How is it?"
>It's...good. Really good.
>"Oh, thank you, Anon~!"
>She gets up, grabbing the glass of water from the counter and gulping it down
>She then clambers up your legs and settles down in your lap
>She feels...cozy. Your hand drifted down to her bloated belly, still warm from making the tea
>"Mmm...Anon. Push my button again"
>You're not sure why, but you oblige, booping her nose
>She starts to give a low hum, her belly softly buzzing
>A cozy warmth emanates from her tummy
>You feel relaxed, any reservations toward your weird new coffee pony dissolved by rubbing her soft, cozy belly
>Better than any coffee in the world