Pinkamena was sitting on a bed, an actual bed. It was very small, probably made for only one person. The sheets were a bright blue, the blanket covering her the same color. The headboard and post of the bed were both a dark brown, more than likely made from wood. The pillow was a simple white one, big enough to hold her entire head. Discord was sitting in a wooden chair beside her, waiting for her to wake up. Reading a book, wearing his usual doctor outfit.

The room she was in was very different from the kind she was used to, looking more like a guest room. Instead of a cold, hard floor like she was used to, there was actually a red carpet, looking like it was recently cleaned. To the right of the bed, was a bookshelf, seeming to be the only real thing in the room. It was filled top to bottom with books of many varieties, on tons of different subjects. On the opposite side of the room, was a white door with a golden colored knob. To the left was a door that looked almost exactly the same, except there was a brown doorknob instead. That room led to the bathroom, a simple white bathroom with a mirrored sink, a toilet, and a shower.

Pinkamena was sleeping peacefully, she had been asleep for three days. While the main transition had been completed, her body still had to go into a sort of hibernation state. Bones had to set, muscles had to regrow, tons of things that needed to be done for her body to readjust. But, as his notes have shown, three days is usually the wake-up time. And since this is going to be her final test, there’s no need for her to be chained up anymore. She’s going to need a little bit of time to prepare herself, so she can be at her best. Discord was going to inform her as much as she could, on both the final test and what she was now. Any moment now, she should be waiting up.

Almost on cue, she began to groan. Her eyes slowly began to open, opening once, twice, and then fully opening. As soon as she did, she quickly rose, looking around her new environment, shock on her face.

“Ah! You’re awake, good. We have much to discuss.”

Discord closed the book he was reading, putting the book back on the bookshelf with the rest. She looked at Discord, then down at herself. She was wearing a black t-shirt with jeans, she could feel a bra and underwear underneath, she’d stopped questioning how they’d been getting these clothes on her. She tried to speak, but her mouth was dry, she noticed how dehydrated she was.

“W-water!”

She said desperately as if the words were hard to get out. Discords face changed to that of realization, as he quickly pulled a bottle of water out of his right pocket, handing it to Pinkamena. She quickly snatched it out of his hands, ripping off the lid and chugging the water. After the bottle was empty, she put it between her legs and tried to catch her breath, as Discord watched her.

“Well, to start off, I have good news and bad news. Good news is you’ve successfully gone through the transition, well, more or less. Your body has successfully adapted, which has its pros and cons. Your senses will be increased, such as sight, smell, hearing, etc. you’ll be faster and stronger, and you will heal faster. Not like bullet wounds are gone in seconds, more like minutes. But, you’ll also be hungrier, you’ll need to eat more meat. Which will be easier, since your teeth have grown larger and sharper.”

He said in a casual tone, an eager smile on his face. Pinkamena had finally caught her breath, no look on her face, as if she was trying to comprehend everything she was being told. She was now practically superhuman if everything he said was true. Something like a hybrid of a person and an animal, well, a bunch of animals. Which was something she didn’t think was possible, but, apparently, it was.

“And the bad news?”

Pinkamena asked shakily, which Discord responded with a sigh.

“Same problem humans always have, emotions. While your body is prepared for your first transformation, your mind is not. You still heal faster, and you’ll have heightened senses, but there is still so much left. but you nee-“

“Wait! You mentioned healing? Which means, where’s the bathroom!?”

She asked Discord frantically, as if it were life and death. He had a surprised look on his face, he wasn’t expecting a response like that, she was usually so composed. He pointed to the door across from him, she didn’t hesitate to jump out of the bed and run into the bathroom, taking off her shirt as she was. He watched her intently, curious what she was doing.

After entering the bathroom, she threw the shirt on the bed, looking into the mirror above the sink. Thanks to the transition, her body was no longer covered in scars. There were no wounds on her body, she looked the same as three months ago, as if nothing had happened. She was frantically looking at herself in the mirror, her pink bra covering her breast.

“NO! Where are they!”

Pinkamena nearly screamed, running her hands all over her body. Her eyes were dilated, a look of disappointment and distress on her face, which quickly turned to anger. She ran out of the bathroom towards Discord, still not wearing a shirt.

“Give them back!”

She demanded, as if something had been stolen from her.

“Give what back?”

Discord replied, confusion and curiosity on his face and in his voice. Nothing had been taken from her, if anything, they’ve only been giving her things! Unless Blake took something, then he had no idea what she was asking for.

“My scars and my necklace! Give them back!”

Ok, now he was just confused.

“Scars? Why would you want your scars back?”

He asked, not understanding why she was getting so upset about it. She should be overjoyed.

“Scars aren’t just injuries on your body that don’t heal, they’re you! They’re your story, they show what you’ve endured and gone through to get where you are! They tell your challenges, failed or not, they’re proof you tried!”

She exclaimed, surprising Discord. He didn’t expect she would have such a level of sentimentality, after everything that’s happened, he expected she wouldn’t.

“Ah, I see. Well, I apologize, but it’s impossible to give those back. Even if we were to put you through everything again, it’s practically impossible to scar you. But, I understand how you feel.”

He said apologetically, feeling partly bad about that, he had grown to like Pinkamena. Her anger seemed to fade away, as realization set in. she slowly sat down the bed, her back facing Discord.

“And my necklace?”

She asked calmly, as she grabbed her shirt beside her and began to put it on. This time, Discord was only confused.

“Necklace? You didn’t have any necklace, the only thing that was on you when we pulled you from the woods were your clothes. There was no necklace or anything else.”

Discord replied, hoping his words didn’t upset her. But Pinkamena only giggled, but not in a funny way, more of a ‘knew I was right about that but didn’t want to be,’ way.

“Of course, Blake probably has it. Either as some sort of bargaining chip, or as some sort of trophy, great.”

Pinkamena whispered solemnly, barely loud enough for Discord to hear. Discord grimaced, from the sounds of it, that necklace meant a lot to her, to the point of motivation.

“Why is it important to you?”

He asked, Pinkamena turning her head to him slightly in response.

“Why do you care?”

She asked brutally, slight surprising Discord, he thought she had liked him, at least to an extent. But, he said nothing, he wasn’t sure if he could really give a good reason. When he didn’t say anything, Pinkamena turned her head away from him again, making it impossible for him to see her face.

“It’s a silver necklace with a golden heart with a red jewel on it, inside of it is a picture of me and my sisters. It belonged to them before they…well, you know. I found it in there, along with their bodies. It’s pretty much the only thing I have left of them, so, I’d really appreciate it back.”

She spoke with a tone of sadness, something Discord hadn't heard from her before, or expected to hear. He’s only ever heard a cocky, sadistic, or angry tone from her, never sad. He knew her sisters were dead, but he wasn’t sure if she’d found their bodies or not.

“Maybe, as a reward, I can get you that necklace if you pass the test.”

Discord said quietly, looking at Pinkamena’s back, he knew she heard him. She quickly turned around, now looking directly at him. Anger, shock, and curiosity on her face.

“Test!? What do you mean test? I thought you said I was done? Or were you lying through your teeth?”

She asked viciously, like if he said the wrong thing, she would kill him right there. But, Discord wasn’t afraid, Pinkamena has yet to take an actual human life, and he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be to rage. No, she’ll be taking her first human life very soon.

“Well, yes and no. Technically, the test isn’t really over, but I wasn’t lying. You are completely done being tested and improved upon, your transition was the last thing. But, the entire test isn’t over just yet. But, before we get to that, I need to finish my explanation from earlier, or else you won’t understand. Is that okay?”

He said calmly, trying his hardest not to further upset her. It’s doubtful, but it might be enough to trigger it, and now wouldn’t be the time, it’s too early. Pinkamena nodded, her anger seeming to subside. Discord gave a sigh of relief.

“Now, as I was saying, the problem is emotions. Your body has adjusted and is ready for the first transformation, which is three states of what you are now. In these states, either activated willingly or through emotions, are what you are now. While you do have the advantages of the animals you are combined with normally, they’re immensely increased when you transform. Your DNA has been combined with dozens of animals, bears, wolves, lizard, birds, all kinds of things. But don’t worry, you’re not going to transform into a lizard or anything, probably.

It’s more like you make certain parts of your body transform to those kinds of animals, and have their abilities. For example: you can make the skin on your arm turn into scales like a lizard, which would provide more cover, and since their cold-blooded, you’re more adjustable to temperature changes. But you can’t transform your entire body into scales, that’s not possible. Same way for any other kinds of changes you’ll discover. As for the cold/warm blooded works, if the creature you're changing to is warm-blooded, that part of the body will change to it, while others remain the same.

Now, back to the transformation. This is the only exception to a full body transformation, you will have the advantages of most of the animals you are now combined with, you’ll be even faster and stronger, but, you risk destroying yourself. It takes a massive toll on the body, pain absolutely unimaginable, you’ll be exhausted for hours, maybe days. Sleep may be impossible, rest will come rarely, might even be other symptoms, such as hallucinations, mood swings, random bleeding, etc. you can lower or even prevent any of this depending on how long you’re transformed, and which form.

There are three stages, each one different in appearance and performance. Stage one: The changes will be slight, but noticeable. Your nails will grow longer, teeth sharper, your eyes will also change, the color to a darker red, and they might change shape, looking more like a wolf or a bear, which does improve eyesight. You can stay in this form for up to three hours without suffering any consequences. Stage two: The changes are much larger, this is one you start becoming more animalistic. Hair or scales will start appearing on your skin, sometimes both, which I’ve heard is extremely uncomfortable. At this point, a tail may grow, along with the rest of your body. Your size will begin to increase, making you slower, but stronger. Your nails are practically claws at this point, your teeth more like that of a lion.

Your eyes will stay the same, as will most of your facial features. At this point, communication might be more difficult, you’ll be giving more and more into your primal instincts. Your sense of awareness may be hard to keep hold of, you might have even forgotten the reason for transformation in the first place, you’ll be focused solely on killing your enemy, if you can still remember who that is. You can stay in this form for one hour before suffering any consequences.

Now, finally, the third stage: This would take a lot of rage or willpower to get to, and a lot of resolves to get out of. At this point, you are a wild animal. You have no sense of awareness, whoever you were will be gone, you will have completely given into the beast. Your body will grow even larger, being twice the size you were. You will have either a coat of fur, or scales replacing your skin, your eyes will be an even darker red, your pupils will be gone. Your claws and teeth will be razor sharp, able to rip through nearly anything organic. You will be both faster and stronger, and have an even further improved sense of hearing, seeing, and smell. Friend and foe would be one in the same, you will kill everything in sight.”

“So, like a werewolf?”

Pinkamena asked curiously, her calm silence ending. She had remained silent through the whole explanation, listening to Discord’s explanation.

“Well, sort of. The differences are as obvious as the similarities. If you ever reach it, then you might understand. This form is dangerous, and if you’re like this longer than thirty minutes, the consequences will be drastic. Now, while I know a lot about what you are now, I don’t know everything. You could develop abilities I have no idea about, it’s impossible to predict the results of what could happen. While certain kinds of abilities will always happen, certain ones have chances of being gained. Right now, there’s no way to know what ones you’ll have.

I have been ordered not to tell you any more about what you are until after the test, so, before I continue, I need to ask, do you understand everything I’ve explained?”

Discord asked her slowly, one of the first times he’d been this serious. Pinkamena had been surprisingly calm while listening to his explanation, which meant she was either very open-minded, or in shock. But, that could be good, they didn’t have time for a mental breakdown.

Pinkamena nodded slowly, as she looked at Discord with curious eyes, her facial expression not changing.

“Good. For you to fully become what you are, you need to feel some kind of strong emotion, something that will push your body to achieve. Rage, depression, grief, something powerful. My bets are, you will experience something like that during your next test. It will be something like a gladiator fight, but more to test the results of everything you’ve been through. You will be pit against a bunch of mercenaries, assassins, and even some of our own. You will be given the option of weapons ,if you so please.

Your mission will be to survive, they are being offered a large amount of money if they successfully kill you, so they won’t stop until they’re either dead or unconscious. And considering your position, you might be able to knock out some, but not all of them. You will kill, it is necessary. And if you survive, you will pass, simple as that. You will have plenty of room, and plenty of enemies. I, Igneous, and Blake will be watching you from a distant place, as we all want to see the results of our work. And…if you pass the test, you will get your necklace, I assure you.

This test will push you, everything you’ve learned in those woods, everything Blake’s taught you, and everything I’ve made you, this will be the ultimate test. You will have the rest of today to prepare, you should be getting hungry very soon. Both because of the transition, and the short coma. There will be guards outside the entire time, ask them for anything, and they will bring it you. Do whatever you feel necessary to prepare, but come this time tomorrow, it will begin.”

Pinkamena had been listening intently, her face going blank, no emotion evident. Once again, her head lowered, hair covering her face. Discord got up and went towards the door, opening it and slowly walking out.

“If I pass, there will be no consequences for killing them? So, I can do whatever I want with them?”

She asked sadistically, her tone sounding like a murderous sociopath. And, while he wasn’t sure, he could’ve sworn he saw a smile.

“Well, yes.”

She didn’t say anything after that, she just laid on the bed, her hair covering her face, but he was sure she was smiling. He decided to leave her, there was nothing else he could say to her. She needed to process everything she’s been told, and prepare for tomorrow, for tomorrow, she will no longer be fully human.