Here it is, it took a little longer than I wanted it to but there were family plans that I didn't know about… not as bad as surprise dentist appointments but wutevs. Anyways, the NEW chapter! Twilight isn't expected to be finished for a while but there should be time for some…. Fuuuuuun. MWA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA (btw, for those who didn't get it in the last chapter, the clear tea that smelled like poppy-seed muffins contained morphine…. The poppy-seeds. Yup. The cupcakes had some too; Twilight probably would've overdosed if she drank all of her tea.)

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Twilight awoke in complete darkness. Her head was still swimming and there was a dull ache in the back of her eyes. "Ohhhh," she groaned, "what happened?" She felt worse than the time Applejack had invited everypony over to try an old cask of cider she found at the back of the cellar. She tried to reach up and cradle her aching head in her hooves but was startled by the lack of movement. "What the heck?" she murmured, straining to lift her legs. No matter how much she struggled she couldn't even so much as shift her tail to the side. She tried squinting to see what had trapped her when a light giggling floated out of the darkness to her left.

"Pinkie Pie?" she called, growing more and more terrified with each passing second, "are you there? What's happening? Where are we?" The silence continued, broken only by Twilight's gasping as she continued trying to sit up.

"Calm down silly," a voice floated out of the darkness. "Yeah, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, would we?" this time the voice seemed to come from her right.

Still trying to look around, regardless of the darkness, Twilight began shivering from fear. As she frantically looked around as far as her head could go, a voice suddenly yelled in her ear, "OM- NOM-NOM- NOM-NOM- NOM-NOM!"

Twilight whipped her head around to see what it was. Several tendons popped and she swore she could feel a vertebra actually crack. Recoiling from the sudden whiplash, Twilight cried out in pain.

Her heart pounding Twilight yelled, "Who's there? Somepony, anypony! Please help me!"

"Don't be such a baby," taunted the still unknown yet familiar voice. Intense lights flashed on from every angle, blinding the purple mare on the table.

As the glare died down, Twilight realized she was indeed strapped onto a table with what appeared to be strong, yet soft, pastel colored ropes. "You dweeb," said the voice with an air of condescension.

"Gilda?" asked Twilight, her eyes slits against the onslaught of light, "is that you?" She could now make out the somewhat familiar face of the griffon as she walked towards the trapped unicorn. "Rainbow Dash said you left to explore the jungles. When did you get back in Ponyville? Do you know where Rainbow Dash could be? "

The griffin sat stoically, albeit with a sneer of distaste set in her beak. "You're right," said Twilight, misreading the Griffon's silence, "no time. Quick, you have to let me up, I have no idea what's going on here, but I really don't want to find out."

"Gotcha!" yelled Pinkie Pie as she ripped off the griffon costume with a flourish. As it fell to the floor Twilight could see a tangle of thin cords holding it together. Now that it was off, she was surprised she had mistaken it for the real Gilda; many parts were baggy or didn't fit how a real griffon looked. "Here's Pinkie Pie!" she continued, ignoring Twilight's distraught look.

"Pinkie Pie" Twilight nearly screamed, "what's going on! Why am I tied down and why were you wearing a costume that looked like Gilda?"

"Silly willy head," Pinkie crooned, rubbing her nose against Twilight's cheek. "That's not a costume made to LOOK like Gilda."

"You mean-", Twilight began.

"It IS Gilda," Pinkie hugged herself as she cheerily said this.

"But- but, how?" Twilight stammered, now noticing slight deformities that could only happen if the feathers had been used for flying.

"You remember when Gilda stormed out of my party after me and Dashie played all of those tricks on her, well I caught up to her and, when she wouldn't come back here with me, I stuck a GREEEEAT big needle in her eye and she went sleepy just like you did. She took a lot more than you though." Pinkie began busily picking up the discarded griffon pelt and straightened out the feathers as she spoke. "Do you remember those extra spicy cookies I was selling for a while, those were griffon flavored."

Twilight looked on in disbelief as Pinkie folded the skin and walked away, leaving Twilight to be blinded by the spotlight Pinkie had been sitting in front of. "Then does that mean that Rainbow Dash-"

"Yup!"

"And you-"

"I sure diddly-did!"

"HOW COULD YOU PINKIE?" Twilight yelled as she strained once more against her bonds, tears flowing from her eyes, "how could you kill your friend and bake her into snacks."

"Well, if you wanna get all angry about it," Pinkie said, seeming irritated, now coming back to where Twilight could see, "then you should only blame yourself and every other pony who has ever eaten my treats. You never complained any of the other times."

The news stunned Twilight. Seeing her eyes widen, Pinkie giggled and said, "look!"

The harsh lights dimmed as Pinkie pulled on a nearby high voltage switch. As the lights around her lessoned to where she could see, albeit now with a strange greenish tint, Twilight noticed that other lights were slowly coming on revealing one section of the room after the other. Twilight wished they hadn't.

Seeing the room full of horrors caused Twilight to vomit and nearly pass out. She was on a cold metal table with a covered cart nearby. Ranged around the room were various tables and chairs that appeared to be crafted from bones with raw hides as the actual surfaces, some still dripping a thick red liquid every few seconds. The room had been completely decorated in a twisted macabre version of the usual Pinkie Pie way. The walls were painted in various dark shades of red, as though a red liquid had been randomly thrown on portions of the walls and allowed to dry before more was splashed on.

On a nearby table was a large glass punchbowl filled with a deep crimson that Twilight was willing to bet wasn't strawberry flavored. Sticking out of the punchbowl was a large ladle that had been cobbled together out of several different hooves. This matched the cups ranged around the tables; each one was carved out of a hoof and was sealed with a strange gray material.

Placed around the various articles of furniture were skulls of every shape and size, including several that appeared to be dragon; they were all painted with clown faces, though many still had flesh on them. Continuing to look around in terror, Twilight saw that there was a chair near here with a small stack of foals' heads. They were covered with leathery mummified pony skin that exactly matched the material that made up their party hats. Their faces had been stitched into permanent grins and various candy treats spilled out of their eye sockets.

Tied to the chairs were various shapes of 'balloons' painted bright colors. Some were still easy to identify: hearts, stomachs, kidneys, even string of eyeballs each painted different colors. Others were just shapeless masses of helium filled flesh that bounced off of the ceiling. Hanging from the ceiling were intestines dyed to match the balloons on Pinkie's cutie mark.

Completing this mad, twisted scene was a huge banner stitched together out of various pony hides. It had been painted with a runny maroon colored substance to say: Life is a party. Tiny foal skulls hung from random places on the banner to resemble twisted party favors.

As the grim scene unfolded itself to Twilight in a matter of seconds, her eyes began to flutter and her head hit her chest. Noticing this, Pinkie quickly slammed her hoof into Twilight's face, waking her up.

"Behold!" she cried laughing madly, "my eternal party; one that never has to end because ponies are 'tired' or they 'have to work' or because they're great big meanie-mean meanie pants who don't like to have fun." Pinkie turned towards Twilight with a crimson light flashing across her eyes. "Every pony deserves a party and now everypony can have one; one with all of their friends for the rest of time."

Twilight's face began to swell up around the dark hoof mark that Pinkie had left. "Pinkie, I-"

"Twilight," Pinkie asked softly, "do you remember how I said I would show you the secret ingredient in my cupcakes up close?"

Horror dawned on Twilight as she finally pieced together everything that had happened. Pinkie continued, ignoring her friend's terrified look, "I think t's funny how your number came up the same day that you asked to see the ingredient."

"Pinkie," Twilight said looking up, her face discolored from the days abuse and streaked with tears, "why? Why are you doing this?"

Turning, Pinkie answered, "because all ponies hafta eat and they all hafta die at some point. This kills two foals with one stone. I don't make the rules, I just follow them. " The twisting of the saying caused Twilight's stomach to clench even tighter.

Twilight lay there, trying to think of a way out when she realized that Pinkie was standing over her with a cup of 'punch' from the nearby table. "Drink up," Pinkie said, moving the cup closer to Twilight's mouth, "you can't be thirsty for the fun we have planned."

Twilight clenched her jaw, refusing to even taste the thick copper smelling liquid. Pinkie frowned and grabbed a hammer from the covered cart nearby. With one swing she crushed Twilight's jaw, making it hang open. She poured the liquid down Twilight's throat and went to refill it. After the fourth cup, Twilight tried to vomit of the blood. Pinkie grabbed a mop and cleaned up the mess. She then squeezed the mop out into Twilight's mouth and held it closed until she swallowed.

"We'll make enough messes in here later, thank you very much," Pinkie pouted, "I don't want you making extra work for me. Just try to enjoy this time we have together. Maybe we can have more fun that Rainbow Dash could take." Saying this, Pinkie pulled aside a curtain near the back of the room. Sitting on a pedestal like some kind of demented idol was the corpse of a cyan pegasus. Rainbow Dash had been stitched together with thick, clumsy stiches and had wheels stuck to her feet. Handles came out of the back of her neck and it looked as though there were light bulbs in place of her eyes.

"She didn't give me very much time to spend with her, but she did give me the idea that when my friends' numbers came up, I could do something special with each one. Now Rainbow Dash can always go faster than anypony else."

The shock of the revelation combined with the excruciating pain in her head caused Twilight to pass into blackness as Pinkie spoke.

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This is your singing telegram I hope it finds you well.

You're invited to a party 'cuz we think you're really swell.

Gummi's turning one year old now help us celebrate,

The cake will be delicious! the festivities first rate.

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Meanwhile, back at the library, Rarity was staring at a rather disturbing sight in the broom closet. She had come to see what Twilight wanted and found the library deserted. As she decided to leave, however, the door flew open, revealing Spike apparently on a date with a picture of her.

The two of them, having somewhat gotten over the shock of the unusual situation sat near each other on the floor. The candles had been extinguished and Spike had spirited away the picture and gems. He now sat there trying to avoid Rarity's face, part of the mustache was still drawn on and the smell of cologne still seeped out from the now vacant closet.

Rarity tried breaking the awkward silence, "sooo, Spike. How was your little, err, swaray going?"

Spike looked down at his feet, his cheeks darkening as blood rushed to his face. "Uum… well, I…" he mumbled something that Rarity couldn't make out.

"I'm sorry darling, what?" she asked, pausing when she saw the embarrassment on her small friend's face. "Oh never mind, I'm sure you were a perfect little gentlecolt- err dragon."

Unsure as to whether he should cheer up at this or continue staring at his feet, Spike opted for the latter, trying to sink down into the floor as he did it; his purple scales now almost black.

'He really is kinda cute,' Rarity thought as she watched him, 'and he is very sweet.' Seeing a way to, hopefully, fix things, Rarity began leaning in towards Spike who unconsciously mimicked her. "I guess the only way to know for sure is to see for myself," she said in his ear.

He lept up so quickly that he smashed into a nearby bookshelf, causing dozens of thick tomes to come crashing down on and around him. Levitating a few books out of her way, Rarity walked over to the stunned dragon. She kissed him on the top of his head and began to walk away. "I should go," she said, "before you put yourself in the hospital." As she walked out the door, she said without looking back, "I'll see you at eight then. Make sure you don't keep a girl waiting." She then paused for a moment, turned around and batted her eyelashes, the door slowly closing to hide her lustrous white fur.

Spike sighed contentedly, accidently sending multiple books to Princess Celestia. "A date with Rarity?" he said softly, listening to the sound of it, "that's what I've always wanted!" Spike lay on the floor amidst the fallen books, hearts seeming to dance in his eyes.

Rarity was quite pleased with herself as she walked home. "I wonder what one should wear to something like this. Oh I have so many options." As she walked she continued to think aloud, "he really is quite darling. I just hope Twilight doesn't mind, I'd hate to lose her as a friend." She continued home, already laying plans for a flawless evening with Spike.

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There will be games and dancing,

Bob for apples, cut a rug.

And when the party's over we'll gather 'round for a group hug!

No need to bring a gift, being there will be enough.

Birthdays mean having fun with friends not getting lots of stuff.

It won't be the same without you so we hope that you say yes.

So please, oh please, RSVP and come and be our guest!

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"C'mon wakey wakey," Pinkie called softly as she repeatedly touched the shattered stump of Twilight's horn with a super charged taser. Each jolt brought Twilight a little closer to consciousness before suddenly slamming her away again. "C'mon," Pinkie coaxed, "you can do it sleepy head. It's time to wake up."

As Twilight's eyes opened, blackened a bit from the electricity shooting straight into her brain, helped along by the large amount of tears covering her face, she saw Pinkie standing over her, the look of motherhood, other than the overly large taser in her hoof. Smiling at the sight of her friend waking up with minimal assistance, Pinkie began to pull away. She paused for a minute, then slowly lowered the taser back onto Twilight's horn and held it there for several seconds.

"There," she said, finally setting the now smoking object down, "now you'll stay awake for quite a while and we can have fun!" Looking into Twilight's pain filled eyes she said, "I really hope you don't fall asleep anymore, Rainbow Dash kept falling asleep so we didn't get to have much fun before she left forever. I really want to have a good time with you before we have to say good-bye."

Pinkie walked over to the nearby cart and shook the covering off with a flourish. Ranged across several shelves were various instruments: barbed wire, a slightly bloody hammer, wire clamps, a hack saw, a hatchet, several car batteries, a jar of long, twisted nails more rust than iron, a nutcracker and several large coils of thin wire. Hanging on the side were several larger instruments, the one that caught Twilight's attention the most was a large twisted pair of bloodstained hedge clippers.

"Look at all of these fun toys we get to play with," Pinkie gushed excitedly, "and look at this!" Reaching in to a pouch hanging near a cordless power drill, Pinkie began pulling out various objects, a jar of parasprites, a gilded lighter and various small objects that Twilight couldn't quite make out through the haze of smoke coming from her forehead.

Pinkie grabbed a small leather knife belt from the bottom shelf. Sticking out of the slits in it was a selection of scalpels, all different shapes and sizes. Pinkie grabbed a crescent shaped one with a blade about a half of an inch deep. She grabbed a rag from the floor by the table and stuck it in Twilight's mouth, "I can't have you yelling and throwing off my concentration." Turning towards Twilight with the scalpel she explained, "this is one of the most important parts. I have to see just how thick your skin is and how difficult it is to cut. I've gotten pretty good at judging this, but I still make mistakes so I warm up first."

Reaching down to Twilight's flank she pressed the icy cold wedge of metal to the skin near Twilight's cutie mark and began sliding it along. Twilight winced as the blade suddenly felt white-hot as it slid through her flesh. Yet, strangely, she didn't bleed very much. "Don't worry," Pinkie said, "I'm careful to cut around most of the blood vessels; can't have you losing too much blood." "I also have to test your pain tolerance," she continued as she moved on to a slightly larger scalpel, testing its cuts like a painter testing brush effects, "if I give you too much medicine or too little, we won't be able to play for very long. I rushed this with Rainbow Dash and she had to leave too quickly."

Finishing a circular cut around the diamonds colored on Twilight's flank, Pinkie grabbed a spatula and began pushing it under the edge of skin. Twilight tried to scream around the gag but couldn't even get a slight sound to come out.

"And there we g- woopsies," Pinkie exclaimed as the cutie mark suddenly ripped free of Twilight's flank and flew through the air. It struck one of the hanging foal skulls and slowly sagged downward leaving a sluggish red trail behind it. "I think I pulled a little too hard."

Pinkie moved over to Twilight's other side and began making a mirror cut of the first. "Wow Twilight," she said, "your skin isn't very strong compared to other ponies. You should go outside more. Now I hafta be extra careful not to rip you later." As the blade began splitting the skin on her right flank, Twilight's body gave a huge jarring shudder completely shaking her despite the tight bonds. Pinkie's hoof was thrown off and the scalpel made a long deep cut that ran most of the way to her tail. "See why I warm up first?" Pinkie asked as she reset the scalpel, "it wouldn't be good if that happened during one of the more delicate games we'll be playing."

Twilight's flank was now numb to the pain, feeling only the pressure of the scalpel as it moved in repeating circles. She fell back against the table, sobbing. As Pinkie finished the cut, the scalpel scraped against Twilight's bone. Pinkie pushed the spatula under the cutie mark and Twilight felt a spreading warmth between her legs. Her vision began to blur and everything took on a dreamlike quality as the colors and sounds began to fade.

Moments later, Twilight was aware of a large needle sticking out of her chest. Pinkie was leaning over her. "Wow," she said, "you're taking this much better than Dashie did. I haven't even had to give you any adrenaline yet." As she spoke the feeling in Twilight's lower body bled out.

"Why Pinkie," Twilight asked, no longer crying. She felt as though she could never again show any real emotion or escape the pain. "Why are you doing this to your friends?"

"I told you," pinkie said as she yanked the needle out with an audible pop, "I don't make the rules. Your number came up and that was that. I can't choose what rules to follow, only what flavor to make the cupcakes." Pinkie turned and began busying herself with something on the cart. Continuing while she fiddled with the unknown object, "and let's face it, if I don't make the cupcakes, who will? They don't just appear like magic."

'That's it, magic!' Twilight thought as Pinkie continued talking. 'Maybe my horn isn't too damaged to use a simple spell and get some help. She strained herself, trying to cast an attraction spell that would draw in all the animals for miles around. Pinkie turned around looking somewhat disappointed.

"Really Twilight, did you think I hadn't thought about that? I'm not an idiot you know." Twilight saw what the object in Pinkie's hand was. It was a beaten gold tiara that resembled the one containing Twilight's Element of Harmony, the element of magic. It was studded with small shiny pieces of a strange purple material.

"Is that bone?" Twilight asked, squinting. "No, not bone," she realized with a shudder, "horn. MY horn." Looking up she saw a small shattered chunk of purple coming from where her horn had always been. It was now slightly blackened from electrical exposure but she knew it must have shattered while she was unconscious at some point.

"Isn't it simply fabulous?" Pinkie asked in a flawless imitation of Rarity, "what, this old thing?" Slowly turning back to her normal voice Pinkie said, "It isn't even done yet. But it will be soon. Speaking of which, we should be having more friends over soon so be on your best behavior."

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Whew, long chapter. This more than doubled the story length. Like I said, Twilight isn't going anywhere soon; we still have lots of fun ahead. As for Spike and Rarity, I'm thinking of going somewhere with them, but not sure if I will. The date will definitely be there but that's all that's guaranteed at this point. I actually doubled the length of what I had written when I typed this so a lot was improvised as I went, so if anything seems better or worse than the other chapters (writing-wise) that's probably why. Also, this is the end of what I had written; the rest is mostly planned out in my head but should take longer to write. I can't wait to see where Pinkie will take us next, but I hope that you come along for the ride.

Just wanna say it's too bad that Seargent Sprinkles already used RD, I couldn't done a "Rainbow Factory" thing if she was still around. Oh well. Also, I plan on incorporating Derpy in the rest of the chapters, not as a cupcake (I could never do that to Derpy) but she should be there, so keep an eye out.

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