Fed up in every sense of the word with that pesky, insidious pest, humanity, invading the Sweet Apple Acres harvest fields in some way so strange and incomprehensible, yet annoying and irritating due to the numerous incursions of these extremely small insects, Applejack decided to turn the matter around. Until recently, the earth pony had only dedicated herself to eradicating small groups of humans who invade her home, with a stomp, or rather, a single step, since humans are so tiny and weak that they're not worth the effort to crush them and leave them as unrecognizable stains. This was effective but very short-term, because more humans always reappeared. Applejack's patience, completely exhausted, managed to find a better solution to end the problem at its root.

Covered in a shadow that spans thousands of miles of land, a large portion of the region is enveloped in darkness by a slender, muscular figure of alien origin, at the mercy of the overwhelming, almost divine power emanating from the anthropomorphic goddess. No one knows how the hell she managed to reach their world; they only know that the planet began to tremble with each shuddering step, an apocalyptic act in every sense. They had unleashed the fury of a deity, and they were going to pay dearly for it.

Applejack formed an expression that reflected mockery and disdain for those small vermin that are humans. Their large, ostentatious, densely populated cities look little more than anthills, somewhat more sophisticated than those of common ants. She is pleased by the new power she has acquired simply by being enormous, the terror she instills with her mere presence, her ears capable of hearing millions of screams of terror and horror. The humans cannot even clearly see the orange pony's face: they can only stare in absolute horror at the giantess's enormous feet, fleshy and muscular, thick toes, worn and hardened by so many years of working barefoot, rising to a height greater than any mountain formed on the planet.

Without further ado and without further wasting valuable time, Applejack raised her enormous right foot, casting a terrifying shadow that covered several highly urbanized metropolises. To Applejack, they're just grayish specks with little or no apparent meaning. It doesn't matter either; it all seems so ephemeral, weak, and unimportant. Even the most common ant in Equestria is worth more than millions of humans combined. Tons of debris and chunks of earth, the size of a two-story house or even a football field, fell like an apocalyptic rain as devastating as it was deadly. To Applejack, she merely lifted her foot a few inches off the ground and moved it toward the area plagued by cities.

“That’s enough, ya pesky varmints! This’ll teach ya not to go messin’ around in Sweet Apple Acres!” she exclaimed, more in a commanding tone than in anger.

After sentencing millions of lives with those harsh, forceful words uttered from her mouth while chewing on a blade of hay, Applejack dropped her foot like it was a meteorite of tough, rough flesh. The ground beneath her nearly collapsed from the monumental force exerted on the fragile terrain, the air being violently displaced in the last moments before impact, causing hurricane-force winds and a devastating shock wave as it was compressed by the rough, fleshy sole. The earth sank, deforming like wet clay, fracturing the Earth's crust. Applejack's foot penetrated to a depth of about 200 meters. The cells and living tissue of humans were destroyed almost instantly, as they had no time to react or feel pain. Bones and organs were crushed into microscopic mush, exploding in an explosion of blood and viscera expelled from bodies compacted to the thickness of a sheet of paper, leaving behind grotesque, sticky stickers. The humans who had been crowded together ended up forming dark red pastes of biomass clinging to the giantess's calloused soles. Nothing remained recognizable. Cities were reduced to the finest dust; iron and metal, along with the concrete of the large buildings, disappeared in a flash, as if they were nothing more than sandcastles. The millions of cars and vehicles were turned into scrap metal and disposable tin, with their occupants inside. The outlines of streets and highways were etched into the soles of feet like a macabre printed map.

A surge of sensory pleasure permeated Applejack. It was like stepping on damp, lumpy sand, or earth turned to mud by rain, amplified by the sweat on her feet as it mixed and liquefied the crushed debris. Pleasant, no doubt, one of the many reasons Applejack doesn't wear shoes, aside from the enormous size of her feet. She couldn't feel anything of the humans and the cities crunching beneath her weight; everything was so small as to be imperceptible, similar to how when she accidentally steps on a trail of ants, she doesn't notice them until she checks her dirty, sweaty feet.

Not satisfied with a single stomp, Applejack swirled her foot from left to right, grinding and disfiguring the initial landscape of the continent and the now-vanished region, deforming the footprint she had left imprinted in the ground with her casual peasant strength. Nothing should remain alive beneath her foot, nothing should remain of them, a lesson they must learn the hard way. The ground creaked in agony as it shattered and was tortured by the force of Applejack's foot, creating enormous mounds of ground earth around the gigantic crater. Applejack's thick, fleshy toes took care of piercing the crater and accumulating a pile of dirt and grime, a strong, stinky aroma being released and polluting the air in the surrounding areas.

“Heh! That’ll teach them critters not to go stickin’ their noses where they don’t belong.” she said bluntly and without a hint of remorse.

With a smile showing her satisfaction with the work done, Applejack turned around and was returned to her home in Equestria. It was time to get back to work on the farm.