Woodsponies

After about twenty minutes, all the flapjacks were ready and the one batch that had about four times as much as much as everypony else’s. It was obviously or the guest unicorn, as he often ate much more than a small pony like him should. Wood was seen putting something in the middle of the large stack before handing it to the guest pony, “This ‘otta knock him out…!” He thought to himself.

The small horned unicorn looked around and was extremely fascinated with what he was seeing, the old time log cabin, the old country decorations, the strong influence from rugged life. He had always wanted to live this life and experience it hooves on, but he was too distracted to enjoy it. He was still a little confused as to why both Big Macintosh and Shining Armor were out here pretending to be these other ponies. “So guys, what’s it like going out here all of the sudden?” Mocha Jon asked as he ate half of the flapjacks in one bite.

The two stallions looked at each other in confusion before responding, “Well we do it all the time really, it’s not that unusual for us.” Sweat Stain responded.

“Eeyup, I have been workin’ with trees my whole life, so everyday’s the same for me, and I love it that way.”

Mocha Jon took even larger bites and shrugged his shoulders in response, “I guess that makes sense, I just thought apple trees and haunted trees would be different levels.” He responded as he started pouring syrup straight from the bottle into his mouth cartoonishly.

“Eeyup…?” Was all the stallion could say. He wasn’t exactly why the guest continued to mention apples with him like he did. It was strange to a stallion who only cared about cutting down trees to ever think about their fruit.

Woody took notice of this and broke into the conversation to stop the suspicions. “Hey, I noticed you seemed excited to see woodsponies, why don’t you stay with us for a few nights? You could have a mini vacation out here working with real lumberjacks, sound like fun?” He asked as he squinted his eyes suspiciously at the guest stallion.

Suddenly without warning, Mocha Jon started to yawn excessively ad had trouble keeping his eyes open… “Oh gosh, that’s the last time I have three rounds of a dozen flapjacks…” He said as he continued to yawn, “Gonna have to take you up on that offer… Got a room I can sleep in?”

Woody kept his suspicious look as he nodded mildly, “Oh sure, you can bunk with Sweat Stain, his room’s right over at the end of the hall and…” Woody began explaining but Mocha Jon cut him off.

“Great thanks… Gosh I’m tired…” He instantly got up and started heading right for the room and used what little energy he had left to make his way to the bedroom.

As soon as the cyan stallion closed the door, Woody looked right at the other two lumberjacks and on instinct, tapped his left boot on the ground three times. When the other two stallions heard the rhythm, these strange red and strange swirls appeared in their eyes for a few seconds before fading and the two looked right at each other

Big Mac seemed a little bit relieved when he shook his head off, “Oh now I get why that pony kept talkin’ about apples!”

Shining Armor nodded in response, “Yeah, and now I get what he meant by being undercover! I forgot I was Prince of the Crystal Empire!”

“Eeyup!” Big Mac nodded.

Suddenly the two looked directly at Woody and waited for his instructions. He chuckled to himself a little bit before looking back to make sure the door certainly was closed and not just creeped shut. “So you two both knew that stallion huh? How is that possible?”

Big Mac shrugged his shoulders and answered, “Well I went to his coffee shop every mornin’, back when I was a farmer I needed my caffeine to wake me up.”

Shining Armor had a similar reaction to the question at hand, “Really we just met at a comic convention once and just started writing each other, we’ve rarely seen each other in person really.” He said as he looked over and noticed the dog was running right up to Big Mac, he looked almost a bit envious that he never was that excited to see him like that.

“Very interesting… You know he said he has a bad nose, so we can’t turn him like I did to you two all at once.” He said as he walked over to what looked like a clothes hamper, “It’s a shame it will take him a while to appreciate a sexy stallion’s musk and sweat, but I know how to get him into it…” He said as he reached in and attempted to pull something out, “Sweat Stain, when you now he’s asleep, put this by his nose, he’ll need it for an extended period of time…” He said as he tossed a certain item from the bin to Shining Armor, who simply nodded and went into his room with the sleeping stallion. “Stinky Boots, we need to go to bed too… I think that sense you had to miss out on the hard work today, you could still enjoy my strong sexy scent…”

Big Mac looked really excited at that comment, there was even a small increase in pressure visible in his pants. While the sweat and scent of any hard working man turned him on now, the thought of anything having to do with Woody’s musk was enough t throw him over the moon, “Sure thing Master! I’ll do anythin’ ya want me to… Anythin’...” He said as he started unzipping his pants.

The setting changed as what was seen next was a dark room with Mocha Jon sound asleep on the only bed in the room and was snoring faintly. He was knocked out more than somepony who was punched in the face by a boxer. Shining Armor could be seen quietly tip toeing across the room, attempting not to make any noise to wake the stallion. This was a struggle because the room was not lit well, he still had his thick working boots on so steps were not quiet, and he constantly stepped on miscellaneous objects on the floor. The worst part was when he ended up tripping over an old flannel shirt and cartoonishly fell on the floor screaming and crashing into things. After he picked himself up, he noticed the unicorn was still sleeping, didn’t even wink an eye open or moan from light sleeping. “Wow remind me to take whatever Master slipped in his flapjacks.” He said as he casually made his way to the bed and started placing the item over Mocha Jon’s face…

Back in the living room, all the stallions had left to go to their own rooms and the only thing in there was the dog. The dog itself looked a little bit saddened by this, he always enjoyed being with his owners more than being alone. He knew there was only one thing that could cheer him up. After sniffing around a bit he found his special corner that has a box filled with assorted toys. As soon as he started digging he flipped everything out of the box until he found one certain thing, an old cowboy hat which he grabbed with his mouth and pulled out. Despite not having anything but paws to pick it up with, he managed to eventually put the cowboy hat on and when he did, he felt more natural, like the cowboy hat was better for him then his own collar, but as soon as he managed to get it on, he started smiling again and lied down happily.

The next morning, the three lumberjack ponies were already eating breakfast right at sunrise before Mocha Jon woke up. When Mocha Jon did actually wake up… He breathed in and noticed something unusual. When he looked down he was shocked to see what was there… “What the heck?” He asked… However there was a very very mild country inflection in his voice.