A Land of Giants and a Stallion Named Smalls

I laid down in my own mind. That was it.

"Lazy day is it?" Steel walked over and flopped down next to me.

I sighed heavily and opened my eyes. "Not much to do. Finding that last thing you wanted might either prove much easier or much harder depending on somepony outside." I stretched my foreleg and looked back. Steel was resting with her back against my own. "I found out my name."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Lord Cross." I laughed and laid my head back down. "There was a human talking to Smalls, and I think he's going to try and help."

Steel yawned and slapped her tail against my flank. "Why would a human help you? Did you know him?"

"I don't know." I looked towards Smalls' eyes. He was staring at some dirty magazine and sitting with Screw, both of them staring at stallions and mares presenting. "I think he gave the idiot a gift...seems like he's a bit preoccupied."

Steel sighed and arched her back, pressing her withers and flank against my back. "Well, they seem to be getting along well enough."

"They've been fucking, and talking gibberish at each other for...who knows how long." I licked the air and nuzzled the ground. "So, whenever we get back into them, first thing will be to shower, right?"

"Agreed...." Steel sighed again and stood up. She flung her forelegs over my side and laid down on my ribs. "Speaking of, you have a home to return to?"

"I suppose I do now. I remember a little about the counts in Fetlock, and they all had castles.... So, yes I suppose--"

"You're bringing me, yes?"

"As?" I looked down at her. "Baggage?"

Steel flipped her mane back. "That depends on you. But I have no place back in Ponyville, and I'm doubtful they'd need another metallurgist in Canterlot."

"Is that what you do?"

Steel cocked an eyebrow. "No, I'm named Steel because I love to dance." She shook her head, her chin rubbed up against my ribs. "I created the compound of steel that is used in modern Equestrian weapons and armor. It's light and extremely robust. It's not perfect for buildings, but I had a compound nearly down before I started going mad." She shook her head. "Never pull an all nighter around powdered nickle, it will end very, very badly."

"I can imagine." I laid back down and snorted. "But you didn't answer my question. What exactly are you going to be coming with me as?"

"Marefriend, metallurgist, mental equal, oh and cook." She laughed. "I can't imagine somepony like you could cook with hooves that massive. Clumsy even."

"Well, claim your spot I suppose. I have no problem with you tagging along." I watched as Smalls turned the page, Screw growled at the page and forced it back. "So we're following their lead I take it?"

Steel sighed. "Well, they seem to have some sort of connection without us. It wouldn't really be fair to break that up would it?"

I laughed. "Lord Cross has two children...." I looked down at her. "This might create an issue."

Steel looked over at me. "Really? A herd--"

"A widower. But the offspring still stand." I lifted my head and tried to think back. "To my memory they were had young...should be turning into stallions soon. If they already aren't."

Steel snorted. "So, they were sired by you young? And without a mom?"

"If memory serves."

Steel laughed. "Then I think maybe they'll have a few bite marks by the time I'm done with them."

"Brats." I laughed. "Brats and mongrels. If you give them a nip and straighten them out, I'll give you a farm."

Steel rubbed my side. "What's it like? Fetlock, I mean."

"Depends on the island. Smalls is a chain of four or five six mile wide ones. Its nice year round, but the winters are bitter."

"Well, I suppose having somepony like you to rest under will take care of that."

I snorted. "I'm more than a heater."

"Yes, but that doesn't discount you from being a heater also."

I watched as Smalls leaned forward towards a picture of a mare's anus. He licked the page and whinnied. I licked my lips and grimaced. "I have never wanted to brush my teeth more than right now."

Steel watched as Smalls continued to try and lick the mare in the picture. "You divorce sense from the body and you're bound to do something stupid.... Like bark like a dog...or pee on a lantern post." She groaned and laid down against me. "Or let some massive idiot mount you in an asylum."

"Well, I think that's a fault of both of us as well as them."

"Fault." She laughed. "I don't think we're really to blame for anything they do."

I shrugged. "If I didn't know you, Smalls would probably be alone, crying and having a seizure after sucking himself off."

Steel looked down at me. "Can you still do that at your size?"

I felt my cheeks burn. "I've seen him do it."

Steel coughed. "You'll have to call me next time he's at it."

"Hmm...can those without genitals have sexual impulses?"

"Well I am...."

"Fair enough."