A Land of Giants and a Stallion Named Smalls

I watched as the metal shard was jostled. The noise was absolutely cavernous, sending ripples and shock waves through the meat of my bulky body. The echoes as the metal was slowly pulled away, releasing the white light above for a mere moment before I was left alone in pitch black.

I stood waiting. An electric tingle drifted through the air as I stood alone in the black void. I looked around. I walked in a circles. I saw nothing but the darkness.

A bright light flashed from a far off walk at the end of the void. I held my breath as it grew brighter and brighter until only a single white dot sat at the far end of my hazy home.

"Well...one or the other...seems like it's time to go." I leaned my head down and kissed the ground. "You've been such a good boy Smalls...never forget that." I took a deep breath and got ready for my walk. "I wonder how long it'll take. ... Better start I suppose."

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A soft beep pulled me out of the darkness. I could see a mask pulled over a white muzzle, with a whirling overhead fan zipping overhead. "Oh god!" The voice of my Spymaster shot through the room. "Sir?"

Steel's voice cut back in. "I told you, he'd make it."

I stared at the overhead fan. "Wendel."

Wendel walked over and looked at me. His bearded face stood out in my peripheral. "Sir?"

I took a deep breath and looked over at the human. He stepped back slightly. "How long have I been away?" My voice was booming, with a depth and weight that could break stone.

Wendel's brow furrowed. "One year, two months, six days, three hours."

"Since the surgery?" I asked, looking to Steel, the beautiful blue mare now cleaned and well kempt.

Wendel coughed into his wrist and straightened out. "Three weeks."

"And my brothers?"

"Maxus is acting regent. Gavel fled." He nodded sternly. "I have all the information you will need. And sir...I'm glad to have you back." He put his hand over his stomach and bowed. "I'm sorry I wasn't quicker--"

"You couldn't have prevented it." I took a deep breath through my nose. "And you're a spymaster. I...." I looked to Steel, her smile bright and sunny. "I am Lord Cross, Petty King Of Smalls. And I will have justice!"

Steel laughed and nodded. "Oh dear, you sound a bit angry."

I whinnied and jerked my head back. "I've just survived an attempt on my life in tact...I spent the last ruling year of my life in an asylum, my sons are missing, my brothers have taken power and fled, respectively, and I have a mare to plow will my seed." I snorted and shook my head. "You could say I'm a bit livid, and perhaps just a bit randy." I slammed my hoof into the bed. "Now stand me upright! And bring my sons to me!"

Wendel brought his fists up to his chest. "Sir...it's so good to have you back." He shook his fists lightly around his chest. "An absolutely perfect day--"

"If I wanted somepony to suck me off, I'd ask, Wendel! Now help me...I can feel something attached to my cock...and I'm a bit afraid to touch it."

Wendel looked towards the door. "I'll find a nurse then...."