Towering above the tiny miniature landscape as if it were a living continent, Sandbar stood in a relaxed posture, free of any heavy emotional burden. There was only one goal in mind: to indulge Yona's fetish.

His right foot was already suspended over an area densely populated by millions of humans, scattered across a small cluster of large cities with sprawling urban developments. These developments seemed enormous to the inhabitants themselves, but to Sandbar, in his giant eyes—a giant who stood well over 500 kilometers tall—they were merely grayish moss or patches of the same color, nothing special, nothing less. The shadow cast by the Earth pony's enormous foot easily covered everything beneath its pale, fleshy sole. Nothing and no one could escape their inevitable fate, already sealed by the gigantic anthropomorphic pony.

"Mmm, yes, this will definitely be very useful."

Sandbar, a slight smile on his calm face, wiggled his toes as he adjusted his position so the impending squashing would cover as much area as possible. He wanted the soft sole of his foot as dirty and caked with grime as it could get. The dirtier, the better for Sandbar, and especially for Yona. Sandbar, being the kind, gentle boy he was, decided to say a few words to those little mites that were about to disappear.

“Uh, hey, guys, calm down,” said the pony with a casualness that clashed with the chaos of the situation for the humans. “I’m just collecting a little dirt for my feet. It’s for a very special friend, you know? It’s nothing personal.”

The boy raised his foot just a few centimeters, anticipating his next move, causing the ground to tremble.

“Okay, here we go in… three”

And then, without even finishing the countdown that he always mentally planned to begin and end at that number, the enormous foot fell effortlessly and without much initial pressure, but the mere act of letting it fall did the dirty work on its own. Everything crumbled upon contact with the thick, soft skin of the foot, similar to sand; the buildings and the small hills or mountains nearby yielded to Sandbar's monumental and unimaginable body weight, comparable to molding wet clay. When the foot finally settled and compacted the ground, sinking several kilometers deep, it cracked the earth's surface, forming enormous fissures and shifting the earth itself around the freshly made footprint.

Sandbar sighed with pleasure at the delicious and pleasant sensory sensation. He always enjoyed coming to this small world of soil and civilization, so fragile compared to his great and powerful gigantic pony strength, even if in his native Equestria he was just an ordinary boy. He applied extra pressure so that everything would be squashed and stick to the sole of his foot.

Yona is going to be very happy. But first things first, on to the next megacity.