Dirty Soles

The sun rose over Equestria and Rarity slowly sat up and peeled off her sleep mask as her senses were tickled by the flickering sunlight and chirping birds. She stood up, clad in nothing but a light blue bathrobe, which she had worn to bed after her evening shower. She wiggled her toes a little, feeling the presence of sweat building up on it, which made her scoff a little. The warm summer heat always did this to her. And was one of the main reasons she had started showering twice a day.

As she walked into the bathroom, a scoff escaped her lips, as she saw the tiled bathroom floor was littered with dirt. “Good heavens!” She growled. “Sweetie Belle must have tracked this in last night. I swear, that pony just can’t clean up after herself…”

In a way, Rarity was half-right. Sweetie had been practicing her magical studies last night, trying to summon creatures from other dimensions. She wanted something cute, but all she had managed to snag were several cities of microscopic beings, which were so tiny, she didn’t even realize she had summoned them.

Rarity took her first step into the bathroom. She didn’t like all the dirt on the floor against her feet, but figured she was going to get cleaned up anyway. May as well tough it out. Especially since her coveted slippers were on the shower mat.

The horrified microscopic humans shrieked as her sweaty bare foot rose above them, dripping down droplets of sweat with enough salty liquid to level dozens of city blocks, drowning thousands. Not that it mattered to those who survived. Her toes and sole slammed into the floor with more force than an atomic bomb, immediately snuffing out the hundreds of thousands lives beneath it.

She twisted her foot, wincing as she felt the faint wetness against her heel, making her gag in disgust. “Oh ick… it’s still wet! I’m going to have to chat with Sweetie about tracking mud into the house.” She raised her foot to inspect the mud, noticing it had a slight red tinge to it, but she simply dismissed it as clay from the old diamond mines and scraped it off on the floor, oblivious to the horror she was causing,

Rarity disrobed and casually dropped her robe onto the dirty floor, causing a massive windstorm that scattered several of the microscopic cities to the wind. But at least they died swiftly, as others were instead subjected to a warm gale of her sweaty foot odor that robbed millions of air, causing them to asphyxiate on the scent of Rarity’s feet.

The remaining cities could now gaze upon the full naked glory of the creature that had been crushing their pathetic metropoli beneath her heels. Her thick, county-sized buttocks, each one sporting a trio of blue diamonds shimmered in the light coming in from the window, the sweat showing of her curves quite nicely.

The tiny humans cried out and began praying to the monstrous creature that stood over their crumbling cities. A soft scoff escaped her lips once again as she approached the shower, seeing there were similar bits of mud inside there. “Really?” She then shook her head and sighed. “No matter. I’ll just wash it all down the drain.”

The humans’ pitiful attempts at worship failed, and the great white horse goddess called a flood of biblical proportions down upon them. Droplets of water as large as a great lake began pelting into their cities, literally cracking them apart. She then stepped into the middle of the torrential deluge she had summoned, basking in the warmth of the water which was destroying so many lives below her notice.

The cities in the shower quickly broke apart, drowning millions, but leaving millions more to flail around in the water as it circled towards the drain, Rarity’s magnificent feet being the only thing between them and their fall to oblivion.

Hundreds of thousands of people clung to the side of her soles, desperate to avoid the swirling maelstrom that was her shower drainpipe. They watched in pure horror as they saw the remains of the previous cities she had stomped on sliding down into the abyss. Many of the humans lost their grip and fell down into the depth of the gurgling drain, where they would certainly drown. Others slipped inside the filth between Rarity’s toes and were absorbed into the mess of toe jam. And others were simply in the wrong place when Rarity twitched her foot, as even the slightest movement from the gigantic mare was more than enough to ‘pop’ their tiny, fragile bodies.

By the time Rarity exited the shower, the number of people on her feet had been reduced to 20,000. A tiny fraction of what it once was. And the number of victims only continued to rise as she stepped out of the shower and towards her slippers.

Unknown to Rarity, a pair of cities had been teleported inside her slippers as well, acting as sort of an insole made up of millions of living beings. Panic and terror broke out inside the slippers as Rarity moved her wet feet above them, before slipping them inside

A resounding squelch echoed through the inside of the slipper, and a pleasurable sensation filled Rarity’s relaxed body as several million humans were flattened beneath her foot, she didn’t even notice the slight sensation of their remains, as her feet were already wet. Still, she did note just how comfortable her slippers were this morning. She wiggled her toes around happily, until every survivor in her slippers was either painfully ground out or asphyxiated on her foot scent.

Rarity then smiled and walked of to her sewing room, hoping the relaxed attitude would increase her creative drive, unaware that the same feeling of creativity was fueled by unspeakable destruction. But she probably wouldn’t have cared even if she had known the cause of it. After all, they were just bugs.