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The another day, another harvest done. Applejack had already spent a good part of the day picking apples from the trees and sweating profusely, but she always found enough energy to complete her farming tasks. But her work wasn't over yet. Now she had to go to town to sell the beautiful red apples, harvested with the care and dedication worthy of a strong but honest farmer.
That day was warm, with a clear sky, not a single cloud in sight, and the sun shone with radiant rays. Only a gentle breeze, which delicately swayed the branches of the trees, cooled the summer air.
As always, the ground felt cool, the grass soft, and the earth damp, always pleasant and comforting underfoot. A few ants walked carefree across the ground before being enveloped by an imposing shadow that made the earth tremble.
For the farmer, it's lovely to walk barefoot on days like these. Not only because her feet are sometimes too big to fit into tight leather boots, but because the feel of the warm earth between her thick toes and the soft soil beneath her sturdy soles is so comforting and relaxing. Even the crunch of her feet is pleasant to hear, but she can be so absorbed in her work that she barely notices them, were it not for the thick, fleshy soles of her feet. It makes the walk to town wonderful, and she wouldn't trade that feeling for anything.
Deep, well-defined footprints were left behind by Applejack as she carried a basket full of apples, her body glistening with sweat in the heat of the day. The soles of the peasant woman's feet were already quite dirty, which wasn't unusual; it would have been odd if they were clean. Ants, crushed beneath the weight of her fleshy, bulky feet, clung to the sweat-soaked soles like tiny stickers, barely the size of a black dot, indistinguishable from the grime, grass, and dust.
Not only could she hear the heavy thud of her large, bare feet against the earth, but she could feel them too. Her huge, fleshy soles covered a lot of ground beneath her broad strides, and her thick, sturdy toes gripped the soil so tightly they could pluck dust motes from the world beneath her feet. And the sweat accumulated during the day gave her feet a deliciously slippery sheen, revealing everything in her path. In a way, she should feel lucky that the town was a considerable distance away. The longer her walk, the more she would enjoy it. She began whistling and humming a familiar tune as she walked toward Ponyville.
However, amidst the heavy footsteps that shook the earth—for those frail creatures with small, fragile bodies made of chitin, yet unable to withstand the weight of AJ's feet—and extinguished the life of several tiny insects in his wake, the hot summer day transformed, so suddenly it seemed strange, into a cloudy day, slightly cooler than usual for that time of year. A dense white fog appeared out of nowhere and quickly enveloped the surroundings. In no time, the entire area was completely covered by the mysterious mist. It was so thick that it was impossible to see anything closer than a meter.
"How odd…" And to say that was an understatement.
Applejack hadn't expected such a sudden change in the weather. This thick, dense fog prevented her from seeing anything ahead, and soon she couldn't even see herself through the immense white clouds. The cold air caressed her orange skin and raised goosebumps, but she pressed on, feeling the rhythm of her steps. Waving her hand away the clouds was useless, as the fog only drew closer, obscuring her vision. But as long as she continued walking in that direction, she knew she would reach the village soon.
That's what Applejack thought before things took an even stranger turn. The ground had changed. Though she couldn't see it through the thick fog, it was clear it had changed. The texture beneath her feet was different, unlike the ground she usually walked on at the family farm, Sweet Apple Acres. It felt more like mud, like damp earth after a heavy rain—which was rare in the middle of summer—like lumpy sand or gravel, but softer than usual. Exaggeratedly soft. Applejack's feet sank into the ground much more easily, as if it offered no resistance to the young farmer's weight, behaving the instant she placed a foot on the soft earth. The birdsong and the rustling of the trees swaying in the wind disappeared, not instantly, but gradually faded until the last thing she could hear was a distant echo of those familiar sounds. Silence enveloped everything.
The ground is different. It's much softer now, and her large, bare feet sink into the earth. She feels like she can't support her weight, as if her feet are too much for the ground itself. Even her thick, sturdy toes make the soft earth sink beneath her tanned, muscular female body, and she can't help but flex them to feel the new texture. It's so soft it makes her want to melt from the inside out.
“Oh, I’ve never felt such a pleasant piece of earth before.” she murmured under her breath, her voice tinged with pleasure and tinged with her southern accent. “But what happened to everything else? Why… why did everything suddenly become so quiet?”
The answer to that question came from the environment itself, almost as if it were alive and conscious. The fog gradually dissipated until it disappeared from Applejack's sight. But with it, she could appreciate the change in exquisite detail, especially the terrain. It was nothing like the place she had been walking through. The ground looked more like a chaotic, nonsensical mosaic of gray, green, and blue colors and patterns. When Applejack took a step, the ground beneath her feet seemed to crack and crumble in an explosion of brown dust and dirt so large, yet it didn't rise more than halfway up her enormous orange footprints, or even her toes. On the horizon, a slight curve was visible. It seemed like a new world... but Applejack didn't seem to understand it.
None of this feels right. The ground is different now, patterned like a carpet, and the horizon is quite strange, and the earth she's standing on feels so fragile all of a sudden. Applejack takes a single step forward and the ground beneath her heavy, bare foot cracks like ice, fissures spreading everywhere as the earth splits and fractures under her strong foot. It's as if she's walking on a bridge with weak planks about to break, but she doesn't feel any danger of falling. She feels like the world can barely hold up for her, but that's the least of it.
"It should be close to the town... shouldn't it?" the farmer questioned, "But why can't I see him? Have I taken the wrong path in the fog? No, that can't be."
She kept walking straight ahead the whole time. Maybe it's farther away than she initially thought.
Applejack hasn't the slightest idea what's going on. Or rather, she has no idea where she is now, and most importantly, no idea what her enormous farm feet are causing. Sure, the difference is noticeable, but it's not entirely new: it's like stepping on a pile of wet sand or soft mud on her farm, a slight initial resistance followed by a subtle crunch under her heavy, fleshy soles. Microscopic humans and large cities are individually imperceptible to the giant goddess's eyes: like tiny dust particles or insects, registering only as a grainy, sticky texture clinging to the rough calluses on her feet. The sweat amplifies the sensation of 'sticky wetness,' as if Applejack had stepped in mud, with particles of debris, pulverized cities, embedded in the cracks.
"H... Hello?"she asked, worried."Is anyone there? I think... I think I'm a little lost..."
There is no answer, and that makes her even more nervous.
"I just need to get to the village, that's all..."
She kept walking, still a little uncomfortable with how the ground flattened, molded, and broke beneath her sturdy farmer's feet. She could feel the ground tremble with each heavy step she took, to the point that the shaking of her feet—which she knew in her head wasn't even remotely normal—would be enough of a signal to someone... But nothing! This annoyed her every second, even as her large toes crunched on the sensitive ground beneath her feet and her juicy, sweaty soles became coated in dirt as she pressed on.
"Uh... Hello? Is anyone out there? Is anyone there?"
The voice of the gigantic farm goddess was like a deafening roar to the small humans at the mercy of her crushing power, at the level of her enormous feet. They were deafened as their eardrums burst and windows shattered violently while sharp shards shot out like shrapnel and pierced the bodies of those nearby. The voice echoed through the skies, reaching even the other side of the world as a deep, distant echo. The world continued to warp under Applejack's strength and weight. She is already far from home, far from Ponyville, but she doesn't know it, and the insignificance of planet Earth will prevent her from knowing, much less from knowing of the existence of the small humans who die by the millions under her strong orange feet. Everything ends up liquefying into a viscous, dusty paste of debris and crushed flesh that never quite dries because of the constant sweaty moisture seeping from their pores. The effort of centuries of construction and countless lives with a future and lives vanished when calloused and hardened soles touched the fragile ground, all those humans flattening like wet clay that was gratifying and pleasant to the touch, a delight that not even the damp earth of Sweet Apple Acres could match.
"What the hell is this place...?" she murmured to herself between slow, heavy steps. "I've never seen a floor like this! Softer... spongier... as if I could barely support my feet!"
She could feel the ground tremble and shudder beneath her enormous orange feet with every step, as if she were stomping with the full force of her thick leg muscles rather than simply treading lightly. The ground only trembled, or rather, vibrated, when she stomped hard to knock the apples from the trees and harvest them faster—a lesson from her older brother, who possessed even larger and stronger feet. But it should be impossible for the ground to tremble simply from walking and taking casual steps, like a typical morning stroll. The ground was so fragile and dense that she could see the footprints molded into the once-untouched earth, the soil flattening beneath her huge, fleshy, cushioned soles and molding itself under her thick, bare toes. She applied so much pressure with one step that her foot simply sank into the ground as if she were walking through mud in a pigpen. Applejack couldn't help but moan with satisfaction; this soil felt so good and deep. And her feet are also becoming covered in that soft, dusty stuff. She feels the earth piling up on the soles of her feet and getting between her supple toes, just the way she likes it after a long, productive day outdoors. So, to top it all off, she digs her rounded toes in with each step, feeling the earth fold and reshape itself beneath her broad, peasant-like stomps as if the world were hers to mold as she pleased, without opposition from anyone, not even the earth itself.
"Ah... I never thought I'd say this, but... I hope Ponyville is very, very far away... hehe..."
That additional force only caused the already weakened ground to collapse almost completely. A deafening roar rippled through the surrounding area in a shockwave, accompanying every heavy step of the gigantic goddess. Meanwhile, at ground level, humans fled from Applejack, as if there were any chance of escape that, in reality, did not exist. Military and government forces—from both the nations affected by the goddess's trampling and other countries surrounding the global catastrophe—deployed state-of-the-art weaponry in the most desperate way possible and without any plan behind it, but it had no real effect on the continent-sized farm girl who walked as if she were taking a leisurely afternoon stroll. The ground remained so soft and malleable, treading on something like gravel or that wet, lumpy mud that gave way under a monumental weight, something only possible in the presence of an alien pony goddess.
"By Celestia, this ground feels so weak...!" she complained in disbelief.
Even the lightest step she took made the ground buckle, sag, and crack beneath her tanned, orange feet. She could feel everything under her huge, fleshy soles, the earth itself crunching, creaking, and molding under her weight. She didn't know whether to be surprised or not; all those years of hard work on her physique had made her all sorts of muscular. She couldn't help but smile right now. Maybe that was why her parents named her Applejack, because of how big and strong she'd grow to be. Apparently, they hadn't realized she could get so muscular that the ground would simply give way beneath her massive, bare feet! But she couldn't lie to herself—since she was the embodiment of honesty anyway—it felt GOOD. She could feel all sorts of things crunching and grinding under her thick, fleshy toes, and huge soles crushed a wide area with every heavy, juicy step she took. Her feet, soaked with earth and dripping with sweat, remain as strong as ever with each step, and, my, the whole world seems to tremble like a leaf every time her large feet touch the ground. One might suppose that this walk to the village, however long it may be, won't be so bad, not when she can take such a pleasant stroll now and then.
"Come on, girl," Applejack told myself with a giggle before lifting her heavy, muscular orange leg for another satisfying stomp.
Humans watched in utter horror, a primal and unparalleled horror born of imminent death and no possibility of escape, as the giantess's foot—a colossal mass of flesh, sweaty, filthy, with a strong, toxic, musky odor—rose above the clouds. These clouds were displaced by the air stirred by the mere action of the giantess goddess, while the entire surrounding area trembled. Hundreds of pieces of crushed earth, accompanied by pulverized debris of concrete and iron or metal from the buildings and houses compacted by AJ's final step, rained down in an apocalyptic deluge. This rain became even more horrific and terrifying when humans gazed in stunned disbelief at the bodies of thousands of people, already crushed and unrecognizable, falling like fallen angels who had not reached heaven, or whose arrival had been prevented when the goddess moved her foot to take the next step. The grotesque impact of the foot hitting the ground terrified the inhabitants, for it was a clear prelude to the inevitable, fatal, and literally crushing destiny that awaited them all, without discrimination or distinction. The sun set, and darkness descended upon millions of already condemned souls. The armed forces desperately launched their weapons of mass destruction, but they caused no visible damage; the sole of the foot remained intact beyond being stained with copious dirt and sweaty moisture. The explosions were mere points of light that vanished seconds after contact with the fleshy, resilient sole of the foot, several kilometers thick. Then, they watched as the foot descended rapidly before everything went black and silent: a silence that, for humans, would be eternal.
Those darn bugs are always annoying. Applejack could feel them nipping at her feet with every step. Too bad for them, no bloodsucking mosquitoes were going to bite her today. Her fleshy soles and attractive, thick, muscular legs were far too strong and sturdy for them to pierce, so all she felt were light tickles and tiny pricks.
"Heh... not today, bugs,"The farm girl chuckled as she continued marching, her huge, sweaty legs flexing with all the strength of her muscles.
She wondered what had angered them so much. Perhaps she stepped on a fallen beehive? Never mind, most of those little pests are squashed and trampled anyway. Her feet had already crushed plenty of bugs throughout her young life, and most of the time she hadn't even noticed. Two weapons of mass destruction, that's what they were, her feet, my girls... Maybe even more so today. Wherever she stood, the ground beneath her feet simply couldn't support her great weight and earth-pony strength. So many soothing crunches and clicks under her sturdy toes, the earth molding and flattening beneath her grubby soles, and the earth itself trembling with every step... damn, it made her feel all-powerful. Like nothing could ever stop her.
"Anything else you have, tiny little things?" She chuckled at the swarms that still fluttered around her orange legs.
They can bite and sting her all day, but those winged parasites will never be able to pierce her tough skin and extract a single drop. They'll just tire, and when they do, the last thing they'll see is her gigantic orange feet falling to crush those creatures into a paste.
And indeed, the last thing millions, hundreds of millions of human beings—the size of an insignificant mite or even smaller—would see was Applejack's fleshy sole covered in that thick layer of sticky dust, damp with sweat and toxic stench. Even if they weren't those bloodsucking creatures Applejack believed she was constantly crushing with every step. The terrain was still being shaped by the force and weight of the walking goddess. A lake evaporated as it was completely enveloped in the shadow of AJ's foot as she stepped onto it, along with the great cities that stood on its shores and hundreds of boats belonging to people who simply wanted to enjoy a pleasant day of fishing. All was replaced by a crater. A chain of enormous mountains with snow-capped peaks that rose several kilometers high, whose existence had been completely invisible to the eyes of the gigantic titan—for their height didn't even approach that of the soles of the goddess's feet—was completely flattened in a few thunderous steps. The vast valleys, many of which once held extensive farmland, were left desolate and ruined when Applejack had the brilliant idea of crossing them with her carefree steps, indifferent to everything she encountered that didn't seem to deserve even a casual footstep. Oddly, the road to Ponyville seemed to grow longer and longer, and the landscape bore no resemblance to anything she knew. Ponyville wasn't supposed to be this far from Sweet Apple Acres.
Unless... I'm really that far away now! The only possible explanation I can think of for not having reached this point becomes painfully clear, and it frustrates me.
"Oh, damn it!" AJ groaned as she stomped her foot hard on the ground, the earth exploding and shattering beneath her colossal orange foot, covered in dirt and dripping with sweat. "I took the wrong path! No wonder none of this looks familiar! Phew!"
She's been walking all these miles for nothing, and now she's even farther from Ponyville than she should be. She's already racking her brains trying to figure out when that mistake happened, when her big, bare feet veered off the path onto soft, weak, brittle ground that can barely support the combined mass of all her thick muscles. Even now, she could feel this ground crumbling and cracking from the tiny movement of her sturdy toes wrinkling in annoyance and the fleshy pads of her other foot tapping impatiently. Maybe she was the first pony to ever set foot here, and maybe with good reason. She feels that if she steps any harder, this weak ground will crumble, and she might fall into an abyss. Questions about where she is and how she got here can wait. Right now, Applejack could only groan in dissatisfaction, scrape the sole of her super-strong foot against the ground as she spun around on her heels and retraced her steps. And there are reminders of her wrong turn that stretch for miles. Her feet have dug small craters and deep holes in this soil as hard as a twig. It was as if she'd been walking through mud the whole time, for every part of her feet—from her sturdy heels and fantastic broad soles to her thumping pads and perfectly rounded toes—has left undeniable marks of her imposing presence. Seeing them makes you want to stomp harder as you pass by, her feet trembling and shaking beneath your feet as if they fear your wrath.
"Stupid, Jackie... Stupid" she complained to himself.
That force, that pressure applied to her feet—a force and pressure unparalleled in a world where the size difference between the giant goddess and the microbial humans was extremely clear and enormous—made the earth crack with a tremendous, resonant roar, for it was the Earth itself agonizing under the weight of Applejack's stomping feet. The ground beneath the giantess's fleshy soles sank several kilometers deep; the crust and tectonic plates turned to mud, a mass moistened by sweat that acted not only as a natural glue to more easily bind the dirt and grime crushed with each step, but also transformed the dusty earth into a moist, lumpy mud, pleasant to the touch. And it wasn't just the earth itself; dozens of cities and millions of humans were reduced to a grotesque paste that, although extremely fine due to the minuscule size of the elements compared to the planet's thick crust, was still minimally perceptible, and an annoyed Applejack could perceive it. The ground cracked and split open in enormous fissures worthy of the apocalypse itself; in fact, this was the one and only true apocalypse. The fissures—enormous gashes in the surface that opened up and swallowed everything around the craters formed by AJ's feet—were deep and wide, becoming new geological formations caused by the mere presence of a 1,000-kilometer-tall peasant girl. And although humanity's relentless onslaught of nuclear and atomic missiles continued, it was already clear that nothing could stop a living mass of flesh and blood who, unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for humanity, wasn't even truly aware of her own size, let alone the damage she had caused. Earth ponies like her are very strong and hardworking, but their senses of sight and hearing are rather poor.
Without her noticing, and while she continued indiscriminately crushing millions of innocent humans until they were reduced to a mass of ground flesh and bone, like a sticky, viscous puree, and their cities to dust, behind her, the same white mass, that mysterious fog, reappeared and moved towards her very slowly.
This weak ground crumbles and cracks beneath her fleshy, heavy, orange soles, and her large, juicy feet are already so sweaty and wet that bits of mud stick to them. And she can feel the familiar, cool sensation of mud between my toes, reminding me of the times she had to crawl to the pigpen, leaving her huge, strong feet covered in mud all over. It feels amazing right now, but she's not here, wherever she is, to enjoy it so much. Not that there's much to enjoy here anyway. AJ could feel so many crunches and pops under each of her thick, bare toes, the same ground cracking and crumbling under the weight of her muscular legs. Everything else above him is also crushed and flattened under every stomp of his enormous peasant feet, and his gigantic stomps bore new holes and caused so many cracks and cuts under his fleshy, broad heels that they are undoubtedly the strongest in his entire family, second only to Big Macintosh. His mother always said that he was quite strong even before he was born; perhaps that meant this strength and power down there was meant to be, or something. The damned bugs are back, biting and pricking his thick, juicy legs that they'll never pierce. He hopes it's some of them he's stomping and smashing down there...
"Ugh, useless parasites, I wish I could squash them all and be done with this..."
Applejack could feel her feet getting sticky with something—undoubtedly their squashed and pulverized remains. Those buzzing bugs deserved it. Turning around, drawn by the chill of the air, she saw more fog. That was where she'd gotten lost. If only she could get through it, maybe she could find her way back to Ponvylle. That was her escape from this strange environment where her giant orange feet could destroy the land like thin ice in winter, something that had already happened more than once.
"Soft steps, AJ... we're almost there..."
The farmer, with heavy but hurried steps, stepped deeper into the fog, once again losing sight of her surroundings and feeling enveloped in a cold atmosphere. She began to feel that the ground, though still soft, was regaining a certain firmness and hardness, the dry, dusty earth of the summer she remembered, and that summer heat was already stifling her again. When the fog dissipated once more, she was not only back in the apple orchard, but ahead, Ponyville was already visible before her eyes.
“Finally!” exclaimed Applejack.
She adjusted her basket of apples and walked toward the village, determined to sell every last one to help out the family farm. By the time she arrived, she had already given little thought to that strange place with its fragile soil and infestation of tiny insects.
END.
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AJ's story is based both on a role-playing game I did with a friend a while ago, and on this lovely image created by CoxeyX: https://www.deviantart.com/coceyx/a...../Aj-1231966175
An apology if you see spelling or grammatical errors, I am not a native English speaker (I am a Spanish speaker).
In any case, I hope you enjoy it.
That day was warm, with a clear sky, not a single cloud in sight, and the sun shone with radiant rays. Only a gentle breeze, which delicately swayed the branches of the trees, cooled the summer air.
As always, the ground felt cool, the grass soft, and the earth damp, always pleasant and comforting underfoot. A few ants walked carefree across the ground before being enveloped by an imposing shadow that made the earth tremble.
For the farmer, it's lovely to walk barefoot on days like these. Not only because her feet are sometimes too big to fit into tight leather boots, but because the feel of the warm earth between her thick toes and the soft soil beneath her sturdy soles is so comforting and relaxing. Even the crunch of her feet is pleasant to hear, but she can be so absorbed in her work that she barely notices them, were it not for the thick, fleshy soles of her feet. It makes the walk to town wonderful, and she wouldn't trade that feeling for anything.
Deep, well-defined footprints were left behind by Applejack as she carried a basket full of apples, her body glistening with sweat in the heat of the day. The soles of the peasant woman's feet were already quite dirty, which wasn't unusual; it would have been odd if they were clean. Ants, crushed beneath the weight of her fleshy, bulky feet, clung to the sweat-soaked soles like tiny stickers, barely the size of a black dot, indistinguishable from the grime, grass, and dust.
Not only could she hear the heavy thud of her large, bare feet against the earth, but she could feel them too. Her huge, fleshy soles covered a lot of ground beneath her broad strides, and her thick, sturdy toes gripped the soil so tightly they could pluck dust motes from the world beneath her feet. And the sweat accumulated during the day gave her feet a deliciously slippery sheen, revealing everything in her path. In a way, she should feel lucky that the town was a considerable distance away. The longer her walk, the more she would enjoy it. She began whistling and humming a familiar tune as she walked toward Ponyville.
However, amidst the heavy footsteps that shook the earth—for those frail creatures with small, fragile bodies made of chitin, yet unable to withstand the weight of AJ's feet—and extinguished the life of several tiny insects in his wake, the hot summer day transformed, so suddenly it seemed strange, into a cloudy day, slightly cooler than usual for that time of year. A dense white fog appeared out of nowhere and quickly enveloped the surroundings. In no time, the entire area was completely covered by the mysterious mist. It was so thick that it was impossible to see anything closer than a meter.
"How odd…" And to say that was an understatement.
Applejack hadn't expected such a sudden change in the weather. This thick, dense fog prevented her from seeing anything ahead, and soon she couldn't even see herself through the immense white clouds. The cold air caressed her orange skin and raised goosebumps, but she pressed on, feeling the rhythm of her steps. Waving her hand away the clouds was useless, as the fog only drew closer, obscuring her vision. But as long as she continued walking in that direction, she knew she would reach the village soon.
That's what Applejack thought before things took an even stranger turn. The ground had changed. Though she couldn't see it through the thick fog, it was clear it had changed. The texture beneath her feet was different, unlike the ground she usually walked on at the family farm, Sweet Apple Acres. It felt more like mud, like damp earth after a heavy rain—which was rare in the middle of summer—like lumpy sand or gravel, but softer than usual. Exaggeratedly soft. Applejack's feet sank into the ground much more easily, as if it offered no resistance to the young farmer's weight, behaving the instant she placed a foot on the soft earth. The birdsong and the rustling of the trees swaying in the wind disappeared, not instantly, but gradually faded until the last thing she could hear was a distant echo of those familiar sounds. Silence enveloped everything.
The ground is different. It's much softer now, and her large, bare feet sink into the earth. She feels like she can't support her weight, as if her feet are too much for the ground itself. Even her thick, sturdy toes make the soft earth sink beneath her tanned, muscular female body, and she can't help but flex them to feel the new texture. It's so soft it makes her want to melt from the inside out.
“Oh, I’ve never felt such a pleasant piece of earth before.” she murmured under her breath, her voice tinged with pleasure and tinged with her southern accent. “But what happened to everything else? Why… why did everything suddenly become so quiet?”
The answer to that question came from the environment itself, almost as if it were alive and conscious. The fog gradually dissipated until it disappeared from Applejack's sight. But with it, she could appreciate the change in exquisite detail, especially the terrain. It was nothing like the place she had been walking through. The ground looked more like a chaotic, nonsensical mosaic of gray, green, and blue colors and patterns. When Applejack took a step, the ground beneath her feet seemed to crack and crumble in an explosion of brown dust and dirt so large, yet it didn't rise more than halfway up her enormous orange footprints, or even her toes. On the horizon, a slight curve was visible. It seemed like a new world... but Applejack didn't seem to understand it.
None of this feels right. The ground is different now, patterned like a carpet, and the horizon is quite strange, and the earth she's standing on feels so fragile all of a sudden. Applejack takes a single step forward and the ground beneath her heavy, bare foot cracks like ice, fissures spreading everywhere as the earth splits and fractures under her strong foot. It's as if she's walking on a bridge with weak planks about to break, but she doesn't feel any danger of falling. She feels like the world can barely hold up for her, but that's the least of it.
"It should be close to the town... shouldn't it?" the farmer questioned, "But why can't I see him? Have I taken the wrong path in the fog? No, that can't be."
She kept walking straight ahead the whole time. Maybe it's farther away than she initially thought.
Applejack hasn't the slightest idea what's going on. Or rather, she has no idea where she is now, and most importantly, no idea what her enormous farm feet are causing. Sure, the difference is noticeable, but it's not entirely new: it's like stepping on a pile of wet sand or soft mud on her farm, a slight initial resistance followed by a subtle crunch under her heavy, fleshy soles. Microscopic humans and large cities are individually imperceptible to the giant goddess's eyes: like tiny dust particles or insects, registering only as a grainy, sticky texture clinging to the rough calluses on her feet. The sweat amplifies the sensation of 'sticky wetness,' as if Applejack had stepped in mud, with particles of debris, pulverized cities, embedded in the cracks.
"H... Hello?"she asked, worried."Is anyone there? I think... I think I'm a little lost..."
There is no answer, and that makes her even more nervous.
"I just need to get to the village, that's all..."
She kept walking, still a little uncomfortable with how the ground flattened, molded, and broke beneath her sturdy farmer's feet. She could feel the ground tremble with each heavy step she took, to the point that the shaking of her feet—which she knew in her head wasn't even remotely normal—would be enough of a signal to someone... But nothing! This annoyed her every second, even as her large toes crunched on the sensitive ground beneath her feet and her juicy, sweaty soles became coated in dirt as she pressed on.
"Uh... Hello? Is anyone out there? Is anyone there?"
The voice of the gigantic farm goddess was like a deafening roar to the small humans at the mercy of her crushing power, at the level of her enormous feet. They were deafened as their eardrums burst and windows shattered violently while sharp shards shot out like shrapnel and pierced the bodies of those nearby. The voice echoed through the skies, reaching even the other side of the world as a deep, distant echo. The world continued to warp under Applejack's strength and weight. She is already far from home, far from Ponyville, but she doesn't know it, and the insignificance of planet Earth will prevent her from knowing, much less from knowing of the existence of the small humans who die by the millions under her strong orange feet. Everything ends up liquefying into a viscous, dusty paste of debris and crushed flesh that never quite dries because of the constant sweaty moisture seeping from their pores. The effort of centuries of construction and countless lives with a future and lives vanished when calloused and hardened soles touched the fragile ground, all those humans flattening like wet clay that was gratifying and pleasant to the touch, a delight that not even the damp earth of Sweet Apple Acres could match.
"What the hell is this place...?" she murmured to herself between slow, heavy steps. "I've never seen a floor like this! Softer... spongier... as if I could barely support my feet!"
She could feel the ground tremble and shudder beneath her enormous orange feet with every step, as if she were stomping with the full force of her thick leg muscles rather than simply treading lightly. The ground only trembled, or rather, vibrated, when she stomped hard to knock the apples from the trees and harvest them faster—a lesson from her older brother, who possessed even larger and stronger feet. But it should be impossible for the ground to tremble simply from walking and taking casual steps, like a typical morning stroll. The ground was so fragile and dense that she could see the footprints molded into the once-untouched earth, the soil flattening beneath her huge, fleshy, cushioned soles and molding itself under her thick, bare toes. She applied so much pressure with one step that her foot simply sank into the ground as if she were walking through mud in a pigpen. Applejack couldn't help but moan with satisfaction; this soil felt so good and deep. And her feet are also becoming covered in that soft, dusty stuff. She feels the earth piling up on the soles of her feet and getting between her supple toes, just the way she likes it after a long, productive day outdoors. So, to top it all off, she digs her rounded toes in with each step, feeling the earth fold and reshape itself beneath her broad, peasant-like stomps as if the world were hers to mold as she pleased, without opposition from anyone, not even the earth itself.
"Ah... I never thought I'd say this, but... I hope Ponyville is very, very far away... hehe..."
That additional force only caused the already weakened ground to collapse almost completely. A deafening roar rippled through the surrounding area in a shockwave, accompanying every heavy step of the gigantic goddess. Meanwhile, at ground level, humans fled from Applejack, as if there were any chance of escape that, in reality, did not exist. Military and government forces—from both the nations affected by the goddess's trampling and other countries surrounding the global catastrophe—deployed state-of-the-art weaponry in the most desperate way possible and without any plan behind it, but it had no real effect on the continent-sized farm girl who walked as if she were taking a leisurely afternoon stroll. The ground remained so soft and malleable, treading on something like gravel or that wet, lumpy mud that gave way under a monumental weight, something only possible in the presence of an alien pony goddess.
"By Celestia, this ground feels so weak...!" she complained in disbelief.
Even the lightest step she took made the ground buckle, sag, and crack beneath her tanned, orange feet. She could feel everything under her huge, fleshy soles, the earth itself crunching, creaking, and molding under her weight. She didn't know whether to be surprised or not; all those years of hard work on her physique had made her all sorts of muscular. She couldn't help but smile right now. Maybe that was why her parents named her Applejack, because of how big and strong she'd grow to be. Apparently, they hadn't realized she could get so muscular that the ground would simply give way beneath her massive, bare feet! But she couldn't lie to herself—since she was the embodiment of honesty anyway—it felt GOOD. She could feel all sorts of things crunching and grinding under her thick, fleshy toes, and huge soles crushed a wide area with every heavy, juicy step she took. Her feet, soaked with earth and dripping with sweat, remain as strong as ever with each step, and, my, the whole world seems to tremble like a leaf every time her large feet touch the ground. One might suppose that this walk to the village, however long it may be, won't be so bad, not when she can take such a pleasant stroll now and then.
"Come on, girl," Applejack told myself with a giggle before lifting her heavy, muscular orange leg for another satisfying stomp.
Humans watched in utter horror, a primal and unparalleled horror born of imminent death and no possibility of escape, as the giantess's foot—a colossal mass of flesh, sweaty, filthy, with a strong, toxic, musky odor—rose above the clouds. These clouds were displaced by the air stirred by the mere action of the giantess goddess, while the entire surrounding area trembled. Hundreds of pieces of crushed earth, accompanied by pulverized debris of concrete and iron or metal from the buildings and houses compacted by AJ's final step, rained down in an apocalyptic deluge. This rain became even more horrific and terrifying when humans gazed in stunned disbelief at the bodies of thousands of people, already crushed and unrecognizable, falling like fallen angels who had not reached heaven, or whose arrival had been prevented when the goddess moved her foot to take the next step. The grotesque impact of the foot hitting the ground terrified the inhabitants, for it was a clear prelude to the inevitable, fatal, and literally crushing destiny that awaited them all, without discrimination or distinction. The sun set, and darkness descended upon millions of already condemned souls. The armed forces desperately launched their weapons of mass destruction, but they caused no visible damage; the sole of the foot remained intact beyond being stained with copious dirt and sweaty moisture. The explosions were mere points of light that vanished seconds after contact with the fleshy, resilient sole of the foot, several kilometers thick. Then, they watched as the foot descended rapidly before everything went black and silent: a silence that, for humans, would be eternal.
Those darn bugs are always annoying. Applejack could feel them nipping at her feet with every step. Too bad for them, no bloodsucking mosquitoes were going to bite her today. Her fleshy soles and attractive, thick, muscular legs were far too strong and sturdy for them to pierce, so all she felt were light tickles and tiny pricks.
"Heh... not today, bugs,"The farm girl chuckled as she continued marching, her huge, sweaty legs flexing with all the strength of her muscles.
She wondered what had angered them so much. Perhaps she stepped on a fallen beehive? Never mind, most of those little pests are squashed and trampled anyway. Her feet had already crushed plenty of bugs throughout her young life, and most of the time she hadn't even noticed. Two weapons of mass destruction, that's what they were, her feet, my girls... Maybe even more so today. Wherever she stood, the ground beneath her feet simply couldn't support her great weight and earth-pony strength. So many soothing crunches and clicks under her sturdy toes, the earth molding and flattening beneath her grubby soles, and the earth itself trembling with every step... damn, it made her feel all-powerful. Like nothing could ever stop her.
"Anything else you have, tiny little things?" She chuckled at the swarms that still fluttered around her orange legs.
They can bite and sting her all day, but those winged parasites will never be able to pierce her tough skin and extract a single drop. They'll just tire, and when they do, the last thing they'll see is her gigantic orange feet falling to crush those creatures into a paste.
And indeed, the last thing millions, hundreds of millions of human beings—the size of an insignificant mite or even smaller—would see was Applejack's fleshy sole covered in that thick layer of sticky dust, damp with sweat and toxic stench. Even if they weren't those bloodsucking creatures Applejack believed she was constantly crushing with every step. The terrain was still being shaped by the force and weight of the walking goddess. A lake evaporated as it was completely enveloped in the shadow of AJ's foot as she stepped onto it, along with the great cities that stood on its shores and hundreds of boats belonging to people who simply wanted to enjoy a pleasant day of fishing. All was replaced by a crater. A chain of enormous mountains with snow-capped peaks that rose several kilometers high, whose existence had been completely invisible to the eyes of the gigantic titan—for their height didn't even approach that of the soles of the goddess's feet—was completely flattened in a few thunderous steps. The vast valleys, many of which once held extensive farmland, were left desolate and ruined when Applejack had the brilliant idea of crossing them with her carefree steps, indifferent to everything she encountered that didn't seem to deserve even a casual footstep. Oddly, the road to Ponyville seemed to grow longer and longer, and the landscape bore no resemblance to anything she knew. Ponyville wasn't supposed to be this far from Sweet Apple Acres.
Unless... I'm really that far away now! The only possible explanation I can think of for not having reached this point becomes painfully clear, and it frustrates me.
"Oh, damn it!" AJ groaned as she stomped her foot hard on the ground, the earth exploding and shattering beneath her colossal orange foot, covered in dirt and dripping with sweat. "I took the wrong path! No wonder none of this looks familiar! Phew!"
She's been walking all these miles for nothing, and now she's even farther from Ponyville than she should be. She's already racking her brains trying to figure out when that mistake happened, when her big, bare feet veered off the path onto soft, weak, brittle ground that can barely support the combined mass of all her thick muscles. Even now, she could feel this ground crumbling and cracking from the tiny movement of her sturdy toes wrinkling in annoyance and the fleshy pads of her other foot tapping impatiently. Maybe she was the first pony to ever set foot here, and maybe with good reason. She feels that if she steps any harder, this weak ground will crumble, and she might fall into an abyss. Questions about where she is and how she got here can wait. Right now, Applejack could only groan in dissatisfaction, scrape the sole of her super-strong foot against the ground as she spun around on her heels and retraced her steps. And there are reminders of her wrong turn that stretch for miles. Her feet have dug small craters and deep holes in this soil as hard as a twig. It was as if she'd been walking through mud the whole time, for every part of her feet—from her sturdy heels and fantastic broad soles to her thumping pads and perfectly rounded toes—has left undeniable marks of her imposing presence. Seeing them makes you want to stomp harder as you pass by, her feet trembling and shaking beneath your feet as if they fear your wrath.
"Stupid, Jackie... Stupid" she complained to himself.
That force, that pressure applied to her feet—a force and pressure unparalleled in a world where the size difference between the giant goddess and the microbial humans was extremely clear and enormous—made the earth crack with a tremendous, resonant roar, for it was the Earth itself agonizing under the weight of Applejack's stomping feet. The ground beneath the giantess's fleshy soles sank several kilometers deep; the crust and tectonic plates turned to mud, a mass moistened by sweat that acted not only as a natural glue to more easily bind the dirt and grime crushed with each step, but also transformed the dusty earth into a moist, lumpy mud, pleasant to the touch. And it wasn't just the earth itself; dozens of cities and millions of humans were reduced to a grotesque paste that, although extremely fine due to the minuscule size of the elements compared to the planet's thick crust, was still minimally perceptible, and an annoyed Applejack could perceive it. The ground cracked and split open in enormous fissures worthy of the apocalypse itself; in fact, this was the one and only true apocalypse. The fissures—enormous gashes in the surface that opened up and swallowed everything around the craters formed by AJ's feet—were deep and wide, becoming new geological formations caused by the mere presence of a 1,000-kilometer-tall peasant girl. And although humanity's relentless onslaught of nuclear and atomic missiles continued, it was already clear that nothing could stop a living mass of flesh and blood who, unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for humanity, wasn't even truly aware of her own size, let alone the damage she had caused. Earth ponies like her are very strong and hardworking, but their senses of sight and hearing are rather poor.
Without her noticing, and while she continued indiscriminately crushing millions of innocent humans until they were reduced to a mass of ground flesh and bone, like a sticky, viscous puree, and their cities to dust, behind her, the same white mass, that mysterious fog, reappeared and moved towards her very slowly.
This weak ground crumbles and cracks beneath her fleshy, heavy, orange soles, and her large, juicy feet are already so sweaty and wet that bits of mud stick to them. And she can feel the familiar, cool sensation of mud between my toes, reminding me of the times she had to crawl to the pigpen, leaving her huge, strong feet covered in mud all over. It feels amazing right now, but she's not here, wherever she is, to enjoy it so much. Not that there's much to enjoy here anyway. AJ could feel so many crunches and pops under each of her thick, bare toes, the same ground cracking and crumbling under the weight of her muscular legs. Everything else above him is also crushed and flattened under every stomp of his enormous peasant feet, and his gigantic stomps bore new holes and caused so many cracks and cuts under his fleshy, broad heels that they are undoubtedly the strongest in his entire family, second only to Big Macintosh. His mother always said that he was quite strong even before he was born; perhaps that meant this strength and power down there was meant to be, or something. The damned bugs are back, biting and pricking his thick, juicy legs that they'll never pierce. He hopes it's some of them he's stomping and smashing down there...
"Ugh, useless parasites, I wish I could squash them all and be done with this..."
Applejack could feel her feet getting sticky with something—undoubtedly their squashed and pulverized remains. Those buzzing bugs deserved it. Turning around, drawn by the chill of the air, she saw more fog. That was where she'd gotten lost. If only she could get through it, maybe she could find her way back to Ponvylle. That was her escape from this strange environment where her giant orange feet could destroy the land like thin ice in winter, something that had already happened more than once.
"Soft steps, AJ... we're almost there..."
The farmer, with heavy but hurried steps, stepped deeper into the fog, once again losing sight of her surroundings and feeling enveloped in a cold atmosphere. She began to feel that the ground, though still soft, was regaining a certain firmness and hardness, the dry, dusty earth of the summer she remembered, and that summer heat was already stifling her again. When the fog dissipated once more, she was not only back in the apple orchard, but ahead, Ponyville was already visible before her eyes.
“Finally!” exclaimed Applejack.
She adjusted her basket of apples and walked toward the village, determined to sell every last one to help out the family farm. By the time she arrived, she had already given little thought to that strange place with its fragile soil and infestation of tiny insects.
END.
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AJ's story is based both on a role-playing game I did with a friend a while ago, and on this lovely image created by CoxeyX: https://www.deviantart.com/coceyx/a...../Aj-1231966175
An apology if you see spelling or grammatical errors, I am not a native English speaker (I am a Spanish speaker).
In any case, I hope you enjoy it.
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