"That lousy, no good, Trixie!"
Rarity grunted in frustration as she frantically combed her mane and washed away the green dye. Good thing she brought her emergency make over kit from home. She had already spent most of the break in the washroom fixing this horrid mess.
Mr. and Mrs. Cake were almost not convinced that Rarity and Spike could continue dancing. Spike was rather stiff after his tail had been stomped so viciously by that conniving colt! She left him with Fluttershy and Big MacIntosh, who were tending to his wounded tail. Her poor Spiky-wikey.
Rarity looked at herself in the mirror. She looked radiant! But more importantly, she looked ready... for revenge! There was a fire in her eyes and she knew Trixie was her target.
Rarity looked around at the mess of garbage and twigs and green stains. She tucked a few twigs under her main and wrapped her tail around a particularly wet and dirty piece of trash. She kept it as hidden as she could as she walked back out onto the dance floor.
Twilight was nervously trotting in circles around Spike, fretting over his tail injury.
"Why didn't you get me right away? Are you sure you're fine? We can leave if you like!"
Spike rolled his eyes, "I'm fine, Twilight. Fluttershy patched me up better than new." He wagged his tail showing off the little white bandage.
"It was nothing, really," Fluttershy deflected.
Twilight suddenly reared on Rarity. "How could you make him keep dancing!? Don't you have any care for his well being?"
Rarity frowned. "He's fine, Twilight! If I had thought Spike couldn't handle it, I would left the dance floor with him immediately."
"It's really no big deal, guys," Spike stepped between Twilight and Rarity.
"If you hurt yourself again you come straight to me, got it?" Twilight commanded. Spike nodded. Twilight turned to Rarirty with a glare, "I'll talk to YOU, tomorrow." Twilight turned and went back to the dance floor with Pinkie Pie.
"Are you sure you're ok to go on?" Rarity asked Spike. As much as she yearned for revenged, she didn't want Spike to push himself.
"Yep! I'm fit as a fiddle, thanks to Fluttershy!"
"Thanks again, Fluttershy." Rarity said.
"Any time," mused Fluttershy.
Rarity turned and quickly guided Spike to a dark corner of the dance floor with the perfect view of Trixie's smug head. Well, the back of it anyway.
"Everypony ready?" The Mayor called out. The crowd cheered and stamped their hooves.
"Hit it, DJ!" And with that the next dance was underway.
Rarity did her best to hold onto the piece of trash in her tail. She nervously eyed the crowd, the other dancers, and most importantly, the judges. For what she was planning, no one could be watching her.
For a moment, no one was looking. Rarity took aim and was about to launch the garbage when Trixie's partner dipped her low. Rarity lost sight of her target for the moment. She froze and went back to her awkward dancing.
"Are you ok, Rarity? It looks like you're in pain." Spike asked as he danced energetically next to her.
"I'm fine, Spike. I just need to focus," Rarity strained her neck to see where Trixie had disappeared to. "Where is she?" She murmured under hear breath.
Mayor Mare was walking towards the back corner where Rarity had decided to hide. They made eye contact. The mayor smiled and bee-lined for Rarity. Rarity looked around nervously. She needed a distraction!
Mayor Mare walked briskly along the edge of the dance floor, casually observing other dancers. Rarity was starting to sweat. If the mayor saw her sabotage Trixie she'd surely be disqualified from the contest. She needed something, ANYTHING to keep her from getting too close.
That's when Trixie appeared next to Rarity. It was almost as if she had appeared from no where. Trixie's smug face betrayed her thoughts. Rarity looked around for the mayor and found her several feet from the water fountain. A pony from the crowd had intercepted her and engaged her in conversation.
This was it; time for payback!
Rarity did a quick spin on her front hooves making sure to swipe Trixie in the face with her tail. The garbage ball smeared across her eyes, blinding Trixie momentarily. The blue unicorn screamed in panic and stumbled backwards. The ponies nearby all turned to see what the commotion was.
Trixie flailed blindly and tripped over Rose, sending both ponies sprawling to the floor. The mayor and the other judges quickly rushed over to see what was going on. Rarity stepped off the dance floor to let the mayor through. She dropped the garbage ball and hoofed it under a nearby empty table.
"Trixie, Rose. I'm sorry but you and your partners are disqualified," The mayor informed them.
"What!?" Trixie cried.
"You stopped dancing," Mr. Cake said.
"And Rose clearly can't continue," Mrs. Cake said, pointing a hoof at Rose as she nursed a sprained rear leg. "Oh my, you might want to get that looked at."
"Yeah, I'll get right on that," Rose rolled her eyes and glared at Trixie. Daisy helped Rose to her hooves and the two left the dance floor. Trixie sat there looking dumbfounded as the realization sunk in. She would not be getting her wish.
Rarity sighed with relief.