Star grumbled in annoyance at her grinding alarm clock.
She turned over to turn the ringing monster off, only to succeed to in falling on her face.

She'd stayed up past midnight last night trying to study the whole tablet, which eventually seemed impossible when she realized she still had a good dozen or so more folders to go through. Those things were packed full of information.
And she still hadn't chosen a mark yet.

'Ugh, stupid freaking schedule' she growled at herself as she pushed her arm up onto her desk, hitting the alarm clock.
She needed to pick one before she got there, but it was already nine o' clock, and she needed to be there by ten.

Star pulled herself onto her feet.
She had decided to sleep in her clothes, too tired to take them off, much less put different ones on. And, still tired, she decided against changing them, rather heading over to a small coffee machine that laid near her door. She slapped a mug under the container, and shuffled away to the couch to put her shoes on.

What mark would she choose... Star thought and thought about it. She knew she didn't want a star. No. She'd had way too much teasing about that name already, not to mention the infamous song 'Twinkle little star' sung to her a ridiculous amount of times.
No, instead she was thinking about an animal or something mystical.

Like a wolf, or magic, or something of the sort.

She mulled over which one to pick while she got ready, ate, and prepared a small messenger bag with her favorite books, and a sketchpad.
She threw on a coat- when she turned, she did NOT want to be naked, and shuffled out the door.
It was about nine thirty when she got there, noting she was one of the first few in the room, so she picked a seat near the back of the room in a corner to sit an read at.
Although when she pulled out a random book from her bag, she just couldn't bring herself to read it. She couldn't stop dreading the next hour.

She managed to get a paragraph out of the book, remaining in her over-active imagination for the rest of the thirty minutes.
The volunteers slowly came in one by one. Three were missing, including Abeline. Star sighed. She probably got talked out of it by Doctor Adam.
Was it going to be THAT bad?

Once the clock hit ten, Adam arose from his seat behind a cluttered white desk. He smiled widely at all of the volunteers as he steadily made his way over to them.

"Ah, it's time then! Are you all ready?" he asked enthusiastically. A union of muttered comments arose in reply.

"Good, good. Then let's begin!" he led all of them into another room, which had turned from a modern white to a mass array of gray and black. Machines lined the walls, and tall intimidating statues with dozens of screens on them sat in the corns of the large room.
They led around the machines, walking along one of the walls. There were few other people there, mostly testing the machines to make sure they were ready for usage.

"Is this the... Machine thing?" Star asked.

"Well, it is part of it. But no, the actual machine itself is a more compact room... You'll see it when it's your turn" Adam smiled.
He led the group into a another room, which was the normal mordernized white, and had a large screen at the front. It showed empty vital signs and other boxes full of information. We all chose our own spots to wait at, Star picking a spot in a corner far away from the door.

Doctor Adam went his own way, pulling out a radio.

"Is everything ready?" he spoke into it. "Good. I want to make this quick, we should hurry and- I know, but still. I think, uh," he cast a glance around the room, before whispering something inaudible into the radio.

"Understand? Good. I'll send a volunteer your way right now".

He turned to the rest of the group.

"Hello there! Any of you brave, courageous volunteers want to go first?" after no hands went up, Adam stepped up to a male that looked to be in his twenties. He was shaking uncontrollably.

"You there! You can be the first one to go! Good luck!" Adam ushered him out the metallic door, where a security guard awaited. The door closed behind the man, leaving everyone blinking at Doctor Adam.

"Anyone want to volunteer to go after him?" he asked brightly.

Star pushed herself further into the corner of the wall.

"No? Uh, how about you, miss?" Star jerked up, but sighed in relief as she saw him walk over to a short petite woman in her thirties.
He shook hands with her, in which she quickly withdrew her hand, looking offended.
Adam was about to continue his conversation, but perked up.

"Oh! I forgot something!" he flicked on his radio and spoke into it.
"Which mark does our volunteer want? No, I never asked him. A pink mustache? We have one of those?! Alright, alright, I'll put it into the data" he stuffed the radio in his coat pocket.

"Please excuse me for a moment" he smiled and walked over to the large screen, flicking his fingers over the keyboard for about a minute. A vital sign appeared, and an image of a bright pink mustache floated near the name "Mark".
Star sighed.
She didn't know which mark she wanted, and she'd left her tablet back at her dorm.

Eventually, after about ten minutes or so, Adam reported a delightful sentence of success as he whipped around to the next person- the woman he'd upbruptly introduced himself from earlier.
"Hi there! Which mark were you wanting to get?" he asked eagerly.
"Uh.. T-The cupcake one..." she stammered.
"Wonderful!" he began to reach for her hand.
She tried to shy away into the crowd, but he gripped her hand and ushered her towards the door. Another security guard awaited to court her to her destination, and Adam quickly pushed her out of the room before she could recoil. Her long blue dyed hair was the last anyone saw of her before the door slammed shut.

"Well, that about settles that. Who's next?" he asked brightly.
Someone actually raised their hand, in which Adam practically tripped running over to him.

"Hi there, what's your name?" he asked as he shook the other guy's hand furiously.

"Eh... Felix" the other guy pulled his hand back after it began to hurt, waving it around to get the feeling back into it.

"Wonderful! Thank you so much for actually volunteering for this!" Doctor Adam's smile was almost insane.

"Uh-huh. You're so welcome..." he sent a glare to someone who was near him, who smirked at him in return.
"Why do I have to make dares..."

"Well, in about seven minutes, sir, you'll be ready to go!" Adam said quickly before dashing to the screen, inserting more data.
He turned to Felix one more time.

"You look familiar... Meh. Which mark were you interested in?".

"The, uh- the one with the fist" Felix replied absently.

"Ah, wonderful! That reminds me of something on the internet.. I could've swore... Ah, never mind that" Adam spoke aloud to himself.
A while past, and more and more people left- most having not volunteered.
There was one person named Jack, who'd chosen an eye ball mark (reasons unknown) and there was a girl who picked out a golden bunny head mark next to a cute red fox with an eye patch.

Eventually there were only three people left in the room, the fourth one being a guy and having chosen a pixelated diamond sword for a cutie mark.
Doctor Adam scanned the vital signs with sheer joy. There had only been one malfunction throughout the whole time, including an almost fatal attack on one of the volunteers.
Adam looked at the three people thoroughly, before giving Star a nod.

She almost fainted.
Was she going next? She hadn't even chosen a mark! What was going to happen to her?! Would she make it?
Of course she would, she assured herself.
All these questions didn't help her any, but they flooded her mind anyways.

When Doctor Adam gave a thumbs up and reported that the procedure had gone well, he immediately walked over to Star and pulled her onto her feet.
"Well, today's your lucky day! We might as well go on with the info I need, which mark would you like?" he awaited for her to answer. Star shyly pulled my hand back and sort of whimpered.

"I don't e-exactly know...? I was thinking about a wolf, but-"

"Ah, wonderful! The wolf it is!" he dashed away to program something into the screen. Beside her name appeared the silhouette of a wolf's head and neck, with a white eye.

"O-Okay then..." Star whimpered.
She was ushered towards the door by Doctor Adam, who was apparently oblivious to her shivering body and clenched teeth.
She was about to turn on him and run back into the room, but he had already gotten her outside the room. She spared a glance back at the white room before the door slammed in front of her, leaving her alone in the dark metal warehouse.
Well, she wasn't necessarily alone, as there was the same security guard waiting to escort her to her destination.

"Eh... Is there any turning back and, oh I don't know, evading having to become a whole different creature with the possible fatal chance of dying?" she squeaked.
The security guard sighed.

"No. You've studied this whole process, you know everything about the experiment, it would be too dangerous to let anyone go free". he stated solemnly.
"With the amount of success we've had, the rest of the faculty will probably be going through this too, so don't feel alone, aight? You're not the only one about to lose your fingers and feet." when he saw that Star was only shaking worse he sighed.

"Just, follow me."

She followed him wordlessly, struggling to not run off. If she did, they'd probably kill her, or only force her back into it. There was no use in trying.
As they finally came across a large cylinder large enough to fit several people, the guard nodded to her and turned back to leave.
She was met with a old stubby scientist who vigorously shook her hand and led her into the cylinder.

He said nothing as he turned to another scientist, lean and tall, who simply told her to move into the machine.
He walked over to his laptop, so did the stubby one, and they talked for a small while before nodding to Star. The lean tall one walked over to her, asked for her belongings, and shut the door with a soft "click". He locked it for good measure.

Star was about to break into tears. This would probably be painful. Thousands of chemicals being sucked out of your body, as well as forced into your brain wasn't exactly a pain-free method in science biology.
Star clutched her dusty black coat, reaching to put the hood over her head. She felt safer having the coat cover almost her whole body, it's black felt draping down past her knees.
She tried to find solace in it's warmth, but that feeling of security was quickly over washed with worry as she heard the machine click on.
It began to whir.

A few spray chemicals began to wash over the air. They smelled particularly clean and fresh, like hand sanitizer.
A voice echoed over in the microphone.
"This is just a sanitizing spray, to make sure there aren't any harmful chemicals that can get in the way. The next chemical should start the-"

"Please don't tell me what's happening. Please don't talk" Star interrupted him.
Nothing came out of the microphone afterwards, although Star could see the short stubby man shrug.

Star's bright brown eyes scanned the machine for more chemicals. After about ten seconds, more set in, although they didn't have a smell, but they did burn slightly as they touched her skin. Even with her hood on, it found a way to circulate over her head and body. She began to feel slightly numb. A sedative?
She tried to pull the hood over her head more to stop it from numbing.
Eventually another chemical added to the mix. It smelled like oil, with a distinctive hint of bleach...

The moment the spray chemical touched her skin it began to sizzle and burn. Star quickly tried to get the chemicals off of her, but to no avail.
Her skin began to turn red as more of the chemical fell down onto her skin.

"H-Hey! What the heck is this!?" she screamed.

But there was no answer. They must've turned the mic off, she guessed with an uncomfortable grunt. The chemicals burned, like putting hand sanitizer on a wound.
She gripped both arms, trying to lower the pain.
Soon too other chemicals seemed to burst into the container.
And that was when it started. They covered her body, soaking into her skin. She could hear the sound of bones popping as they did this. A biochemical germ?

There was a sudden snap in her wrist, which was followed by several other cracks that resonated in her fingers. She raised her right hand to see what was going on.
Her index finger was bent backwards, and her others seemed suddenly smaller than they were supposed to be. Pain flooded Star's body as she gripped her wrist and let out an agonizing howl.
She could feel every bone in her body began to re-shape itself- some dissolving, leaving others to re-arrange themselves, poking her flesh from the inside with harsh, terrifying stabs.

Another chemical took it's place, showering down on her like water. It smelled like bleach, and it actually began to hurt to breathe.
She could feel her hand begin to swell, numbing a little. Her fingers still snapped this way and that, as if they couldn't decide which way to go.
Her back curved backwards, and she could feel her skin break as something begin to nudge it's way out of her forehead, blood seeping out onto her face and clouding her vision. Tears were already streaming down her face.
The pain was unbearable.
She could feel her ears move upward along the side of her head. They grew until they poked the hood, nudging it backwards.
Soon her head was left bare of the hood itself, which had fell back at the pressure of her ears. She could see fur beginning to grow on her arms and hands, which were now burning beyond compare.

"Please stop!" she screamed.

The sensational burning reached her legs as she could feel her knee snap. It felt broken, but she could feel the stabbing pain of it moving up her leg.
Star suddenly saw her nose bend and grow, swelling and reaching outwards. She tried to grip her face, but her nubby hands only hit it, feeling soft thing fur growing their instead of skin. She could see the color through the blood, it was a dark crimson purple, and the locks of hair in her face seemed to become a light gray.
Her nose grew, stretching with her mouth until it became a snout fit for a pony.

She whimpered through it, tears changing their tracks to roll over her fur covered muzzle. She felt her skin break yet again as fur burst out of her vestigial tail bone, spurting what she figured was a light gray blood stained tail.
Her hands were now hardening into curved hooves, which had a flat bottom.
Her legs had bent into an unnatural position that about made Star faint just looking at them. Her feet had actually already rounded themselves and became hooves like her hands, although they hadn't finished their process. She could feel her eyes getting larger, blood rushing into them from her forehead.
She lifted one of her hooves to feel a spine growing from the top of her head.

Even through the burning and aching of her body, Star's vision began to get blurry.
She tried to speak, which came out as a raspy whimper.
"H-help me..."
She could feel water begin to spray onto her from above. It washed away the blood that had covered her coat and body. Her coat actually was much bigger now, she noted.
The burning was subsiding slowly, but so was her consciousness.

She heard an explosion of sound in her right ear, and saw a bright white and red light in that direction. Something else happened, people screamed, and someone ran after the cylinder Star stood in.

"Help..." she murmured, before falling down and losing conscious.

Author's Note

You get da references? Huh?
Huuuh?

Well one of those references (possibly several) are gonna be one of the main characters in da story.

I LOVE WRITING THIS CHAPTER!!!! I love writing transformation scenes, and to actually finish one... Ah, it's relieving. 8D
Imma get started on the next one now, too. (unless this had to be published afterwards) :P
Hope you like it so far. Things plan to get craaaaazy next chapter. Like, Cast-out crazy. (this would be your hint for da next chapter)

Toast?