The cold, brisk morning air brushed through the mane of a certain delivery mare as she was making the rounds. Checking the address written on the label of the rather oversized parcel in her grasp (fortunately, this meant the label was large an therefore easy to read) let her know that this particular parcel was bound for Sugarcube Corner. "P-package! Package for Miss Pie! Right here!" she called as she landed in front of the door.
Hearing the familiar voice prompted a certain pink pony to open the window of her bedroom on the upper level and stick her head outside to see Derpy hovering in place, holding a large box.
"And, uh... you mind taking it?" Derpy groaned and heaved from the weight of the package, struggling to stay up in the air while holding it. "It's real heavy... heavier than a muffin..."
Pinkie Pie relieved her of the stress by stretching her forelegs rather long, doing so downwards so she could take the box and pull it back up into Sugarcube Corner.
"Thanks! Have a nice day!" she called, then closed the window. "Let's see what we have here, then..." In great excitement, she tore the box open to reveal the contents that lay within. A single large, cylindrical rocket with a sharp, pointy top, a fuse at the bottom, and a red and white helter skelter pattern throughout.
"And that witch should be waking up in roughly ten minutes," Pinkie noted, looking up at the clock on the wall. "I'd better get to her wagon!"
Trixie Lulamoon woke up this morning too. Unfortunately for her, it was after Pinkie Pie had already done so. If not for that, she might not have found herself in her current situation.
What was this current situation, you may ask? Well, she certainly wasn't in her wagon like she had expected to be when she had gone to bed the previous night, she couldn't move her body an inch, and she felt like there was something rough pressing on her belly. It soon became apparent that she was tied up, and tight too. She couldn't speak a single word thanks to the duct tape on her mouth.
"Why, hello there!"
She looked up to see a weirdly-familiar pink pony smiling at her with a sickeningly-sweet smile that creeped her out. Who was this, again...?
"Aw, what's the matter, don't you remember me?" Pinkie asked. "I think you should."
Pinkie Pie took out a matchbox, opened it, removed a match, lit said match, then bent down and lit something. Trixie saw that the sizzling noise was coming from a fuse, and that it was attached to whatever she was tied to... oh no... oh dear Celestia no...
Trixie spent the twenty seconds it took for the fuse to be completely burned trying to escape the ropes and free herself, but of course to no avail. Now, time was up, the fuse was completely gone, and the comically-oversized firework Trixie was attached to then shot up into the air, of course carrying her with it. Her muffled screams of terror were cut short by the resulting explosion.
It was a shame that the bright effects left in the sky by the firework were so pretty and so intricate, because Pinkie was entirely too distracted to take any notice of them. Distracted by the bits and pieces of Trixie that fell to the ground. Her limbs, her eyeballs, pieces of her skin...
Pinkie dashed off in the direction of Sugarcube Corner, then returned moments later, dressed in a white coat with a head mirror strapped around her... well... head, and surveyed the damage. Yes sirree, she would make fine work of what she had.
Trixie slowly faded back into consciousness, not fully aware of her surroundings.
"Yoo-hoooo! Me again!"
It was that same voice, back again. Trixie found herself unable to move her body, and therefore unable to look anywhere other than directly in front of her. But from looking around the area, she could discern she was in... some kind of kitchen?
"Now," said the pink mare, still wearing the white coat, and, with it, the head mirror. "With how many pieces that firework blew you up into, there were a lot of options I could have gone with for reassembling you. What do you think of what I went with?"
Pinkie Pie held up a large mirror in front of Trixie.
The reflection was not what Trixie was used to seeing whenever she looked in the mirror to admire herself. Instead, there was the reflection of a disgusting misshapen mound of flesh. Three of her four legs stuck out at random places, and the fourth one was inside her. Her two eyes were stitched next to each other, and interestingly, her eyes had been placed on top of one of her cutie marks. She couldn't tell where the "doctor" had placed the other one when patching up her epidermis, but on the left side of her new bizarrely-formed body were her nostrils, now her only means of breathing; Pinkie had opted not to include her mouth when putting her back together, nor her vocal chords; the abject terror she felt was only evident by the widening and frantic darting around of her eyes.
"I prefer you this way," Pinkie stated. "Oh, and don't think I included your horn." She held up said blue horn that once went on Trixie's head. "Can't have you trying to pay me back, after all. Oh, and don't worry, I'll turn you back eventually! But for now, I'll just get you out of my hair."
And with that, Pinkie Pie picked up her handiwork and carried her upstairs then left her on the floor before going back downstairs, singing to herself, to tend to her responsibilities.
"Oh, wait, I almost forgot!"
Pinkie Pie returned upstairs and placed the mirror on the ceiling, directly above Trixie so that she would be forced to look up at... whatever she was.
