Here's another story that is NOT written by me, this time the actual author is http://www.furaffinity.net/user/starsage/ and once again this was part of an art trade, for him I wrote My Snack in Shining Armor (which you can read here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15860487/) and he wrote this awesome little story for me (however I'm the one who came up with the title... I hope it doesn't sound too lame to you, Sage), featuring the Equestria Girls version of Rainbow Dash training alone in the woods without realizing that she's causing big damage to a city of very small people. Enjoy.

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RAINBOW SMASH

Rainbow Dash was bouncing the ball on her head. That was so mind numbing an activity that after about ten minutes, she had completely forgotten why she'd started doing it in the first place. Every time she tried to stop however, her mind would wander towards something about practice, and so she would just keep it up, her brain somehow filing away the number of bounces inside it somewhere as she kept walking.

Of course, if one rewound an hour or so, it would be easy to see why she'd started this. She'd lost a game. A sports game. Specifically it had been a soccer game, her awesome skills unable to carry her team to victory, despite putting one hundred and twenty percent of her awesomeness on the field. Her team would say that they lost because Dash refused to play as part of the team, her drive to be the best overriding her awareness of the magic of friendship, namely that one personal couldn't do everything alone.

So, after the game was finished, and they'd lost by just two points, she'd decided to go train, somewhere far away from distractions. She'd asked her friends where she could go, but only Fluttershy had provided any sort of helpful answer. The shy, quite girl knew of a place, out in the woods, that would be perfect for her. It was one of those clearings you sometimes found in woods, wide open grass field, with trees blocking the view everywhere around, and most importantly, a place no one ever went, so she could have some alone time.

She'd decided to walk to this spot, rather than have someone drive her. Both to get some extra cardio exercise in, and to practice with the ball. Now, twenty minutes later, she was having trouble remembering details of the trip as her ball bounce count entered the four digit range. Each blow off her head, elbow, or knee only seemed like the ticking of some monotonous clock, counting down to something momentous.

As it was, this distraction soon found her in a patch of wood far from where Fluttershy had directed her, past a wall of mist, and into someplace new. She didn't notice at first of course, taking many steps into this new world, before her legs, tired of her abuse of them today, after the game and the walk, finally decided to give out, and she tripped, grabbing the ball in both hands, and then rolling down onto the ground.

She felt weird as she did so, like she was falling from a great height, her stomach climbing into her throat, and threatening to send her into a daze, before she was able to stop her rolling, and then take a look around. She was in the woods, she thought. Somewhere way outside of town though, considering she heard nothing of the usual noise and bustle of the city.

Her mind, one that had been so focused on her counting, finally started to clear away the number of bounces, two thousand, six hundred, and forty-three, so not even close to a record anyway, and then remember why she was here. Smiling, figuring this clearing was as good as any other, she rose to her feet and then began to stretch, little bits of debris falling from her shirt and pants as she did so.

Of course, her arrival in the clearing hadn't gone unnoticed. After all, many people lived here, making their home in this place, far from the eyes, ears, and more importantly, feet of those who lived outside the mist. These people were small, after all. Their cities, full of towers and sky rises, barely came up to the smallest of Dash's toes, and no machine they had built could fly above her ankles.

They had felt the rumbling of her coming long before they had scene her. Even stamp of her foot on the ground sending shock waves through the earth that threatened to topple their mighty towers, great structures that had been built in the tiny people's hubris. Closer to the center, these towers were constructed more for strength and endurance, for when they had been built, many a giant had stalked into the clearing, unaware of them, but it had been many generations since then, and so those farther from the center were not as strong.

Still, they might have stood up to the rhythmic shaking of the world, with only a few people falling over from the tremors, and a plate or two falling out of the cupboard. But this was not to be. As those on the edge started to panic, thinking their homes were going to collapse, the sky darkened, and out of the heavens came a blue shape, training rainbow light.

It fell like a comet, it's mass filling the sky above so that it became impossible to see anything else. Panicked and struck dumb, many people could do nothing but stare upwards at the gargantuan beast that had invaded their world. Many shouted up at it, hoping to gain the thing's attention, but their cries were so small that it would have taken a billion of them to qualify as a whisper to her ears.

And so she fell, her body slamming into the ground harder than anything had before, causing the buildings she did not fall ontop of to bounce in the air for a moment, before they two slammed back into the earth, creating a growing ring of destruction about her impact that seemed to just go on and on, into the distance.

Those in the buildings beneath her were given only a silent moment before they were ended. Her body crushed them, the buildings creaking loudly under the strain of her mass as she impacted them, and then giving as such things did, cracking down the middle in many cases, in others just breaking like toothpicks, all of them smashed and destroyed as easily as one mist disturb a hill of sand on a beach.

Then she rose, and many rose with her. In the folds of her clothing, in the space under her fingers nails, and even on the mile wide strings of hair, they rose with her. Many who did so passed out, their bodies unused to the sudden motion, and their lungs unable to take the thinner air so high in the sky. Others wished they had been so lucky, as they were wide awake when she began to shake herself off, and thousands of tons of rubble, both people, buildings, and their world, tumbled from her, to caused even more destruction below.

Dash, finished dusting herself off and stretching, and then set her ball down on the ground in front of her, before having a rather strange thought. She trained her eyes, hands, and feet to move with the grace and skill of anyone else in school, but she had been doing that solely to raise her agility. There were other things than that though, like how Bulk could just tank a hit with a baseball to the face, something she didn't envy, but yet, found admirable in the big lug.

So thinking she reached down and undid her shoes, pulling the laces apart with a single swift motion, and then gently setting them down on the ground. Her soles were a bit sensitive, it was true, and the ground was rough, the dirt and stuff on it feeling almost gravel like as she wiggled her toes in it, and then slowly began to take tentative steps into the grass, hoping that she wasn't stepping on any gross bugs or anything as she lightly kicked the ball into the air, and began to play with it.

On the ground, the ball struck far from where she had. The huge orb plummeted into the midst of a park setting, and like a moon falling from the sky, it obliterated it. Trees, fountains, tiny homes and such, things that even her body might not have smashed, were instead ground flat beneath the rubber of the ball, leaving only an empty crater behind as it rose off the ground.

The feet were next to fall, her toes each larger than a city block, and all slamming home so that nothing remained neath her mighty tread. Her foot came down, covering those beneath in darkness, and even as the people, no longer stunned, tried to evacuate, she just came on, those soles coming down like an angry god's wrath, and grinding down onto their power city. Many could watch from the streets as the tips of buildings gave way under their mass, falling apart in pieces, and then raining down ahead of the apocalypse that followed.

The booming vibration of her feet coming down was enough to collapse buildings nearby, and yet, some found their homes slamming into something, rather than falling over, their lives spared. Each would look out to find that somehow, miraculously, they had somehow gotten between her toes, and would be able to survive, at least for now, and maybe even escape entirely.

Then the toes came together. Huge walls that slammed together like great trash compactors. Walls, buildings, even a few planes, nothing was spared as those digits drew close, and then sealed shut. They then wiggled, grinding even those things that had survived the press of her blue skin until they cracked like eggs, smearing the space between her toes with lives and homes.

Dash proceeded around the clearing, trying after first to keep the ball in the air, but then quickly deciding she didn't need anymore practice with that, considering she'd been doing that since leaving the school, and instead began to kick the thing. Of course, she found that prospect a bit harder than she wanted, stubbing her toe against the ball with her first kick, and barely causing it to glide around the clearing.

Her second strike was more true, the ball soaring through the air, slamming into a tree at the clearing's edge, then bouncing back towards her, as she did a hand stand, kicking it away again. This pattern repeated a dozen times before she finally hopped into the air, and grabbed the ball with her arms, like she would when she was the goalie, her body bracing for the impact on the ground.

Her motions continued to wreak the city below. Her steps sentencing many to be ground into flat stains between her tread, while that ball, its smoothness worse than her feet, ground a trail of death behind it unmatched in memory. Then she began to move with a speed that belied her size, her body heaving too and fro in such a way that it was almost like a dance.

Then her hand came down. It was just like her feet, but smaller. It's fingers splayed out in ways that made it impossible for those fleeing the falling blue palm to dodge. Instead they could only stare upwards, before those digits slammed home. Even those in the spaces between her fingers weren't safe, as she would pivot on a point, and the fingers would grind over the ground, smearing the destruction behind her.

Each fall of her hand, each impact of her foot ended so many lives, destroyed so much of their civilization that the tiny people feared this was the end of all things. For many, far too many, it was, as her destruction's scale grew and grew, her path carrying her through the clearing, and towards the center, the heart of the people, which she would crush completely without ever noticing it had been there.

Then it stopped. All at once, the destruction, the vibration, everything stopped, and they were given a moment to breath. It was just a moment, a hope that somehow, they had been spotted. They were wrong, of course, as even the most noticeable marks of their civilization were all but invisible to the mighty titaness above. She stopped merely to look at something on her wrist, the ball in her grip.

Then she moved again, her hand running through her hair. Glittering stars were pulled from those massive strands, sparkling in their path through the air as they arced upwards, and then came down. They were beads of sweat, tiny drops of the stuff to Dash, but huge oceans that exploded as they struck the ground below, scattering the musky smelling liquid in all directions, and smashing a few towers as they fell. Many were washed away by the things, cries of fear turned into gurgles and then silence as they did their terrible work.

Above, Dash was listening to the beeping of her watch. Apparently getting here had taken her longer than she'd thought, and so she had to head home already. It wasn't a big deal, she figured, and so she got back to her shoes, rubbing her feet clean of debris, and then slipping them on. As she moved, she looked back over the clearing behind her, the pristine looking place, almost inviting her to stay.

She decided to mark this place, and so took out a knife as she walked, scratching trees with a symbol she knew as she went. They would be almost invisible to anyone else, but it would help her find this place again, later. After all, it was nice to find a place like this, where she could really cut loose without damaging anything, or put anyone else in danger because she wanted to try some crazy stunt.