Woodsponies

Shining Armor yawned as he stretched his arms out and popped his back, “Alright, looks like we better be going to bed, if we’re gonna pull this off we’re gonna need to get up early.” Shining Armor said as he made his way to the bedroom.

Mocha Jon sighed as he followed, still having trouble removing those boots from his hindlegs, “Man I wish I could have had the chance to kiss sleeping in goodbye by sleeping till 4 PM…” He said as he entered the room as well. “For the record, if I wake up and another unwashed clothing item is on my muzzle, I will eat you…” He sarcastically said as he shrugged his shoulders realizing he wasn’t going to get those boots off anytime soon and just hopped in bed, with Shining Armor following through. “By the way, I was wondering if…” Mocha Jon tried to ask until he noticed Shining Armor already fell asleep, “Wow somepony really drained himself draining his will…” He joked.

As the night went on, the blue unicorn continued to tuck and turn, struggling to fall asleep. The thought of being eternally raped by dominating lumberjack wasn’t exactly a soft bed time story, and the fact that Shining Armor had taken all the blanket for himself after turning too many times were keeping him awake. He then heard his stomach growl and realized he had not eaten anything in almost three hours. He knew walking out would be a bad idea because he didn’t want to be heard, but he figured the other two would be asleep now anyway, so he should be safe. “Okay… One package of Oreos shouldn’t be a problem…” He said as he quietly snuck out of the room.

As he quietly closed the door behind him, he looked around for noisy objects and made sure to jump around anything that could make a noise, using moves including somersaults, cart wheels, flips, and a small game of hopscotch around the living room. When he finally reached the pantry, he initially looked normal, but three seconds later became out of breath and grabbed a cup of water from the sink near by. When he returned to the pantry he looked in and wanted to get it and get out. “Alright Oreos here we come!” He excitedly whispered to himself as he pulled out the package of cookies, “Only single stuffed? You can hypnotize ponies into cutting down trees but not into haggling down the price of the extra cream?” He said as he closed the pantry door, and was shocked to see a tanish-yellow pony wearing a vest and cowboy hat was waiting behind the door, “Well Howdy there pardner!” He said happily.

The blue unicorn looked confused and then rolled his eyes, “I’m in a cabin at night and a stranger is grinning at me, am I in an indie horror film?” He sarcastically asked. “Okay who are you and what are you doing here?”

The cowboy pony just chuckled and offered a hoof shake, “You’re a funny guy, the name’s Braeburn by the way.”

Mocha Jon sighed and looked down, “I don’t know how you got here but I’ll warn you, it’s trouble here, I would suggest making a run for it, but this place basically has as invisible lasso on anypony who comes in. All I can say is stay away from that lumberjack pony.”

Braeburn just blushed and opened the pantry and pulled out a bag of chips, “Oh Woody? I’ve already met him, he’s basically the greatest guy I’ve ever met!”

The unicorn looked surprised by this and knocked that bag of chips on the ground to get his attention, “Dude you realize if he puts you in a headlock he can make you think you’re a dog right?” He asked until his eyes got better adjusted to the dark light and he noticed the dog collar around Braeburn’s neck… “Oh my gosh!” He said in shock as he dropped the cookies.

Braeburn picked up the chips and the cookies and tried to calm him down, “You okay there bud?”

Mocha Jon rolled his eyes, “No, I’m upset because those cookies I dropped were generic brand…” He sarcastically said.

Braeburn chuckled again and opened the snacks from him and placed them on the table, “Still a funny guy, yeah I get it, it’s a lot to take in. I can take quite a lot.” He said as he offered a cookie to the unicorn.

“So lemme guess, you’re gonna go and wake Woody up and tell him I know what he can do and he’s gonna go full blast on me and suck my will out huh?” Mocha asked as he put his hoof on his forehead and closed his eyes in defeat.

“Actually no, what would give ya that idea?” He asked as he started eating the chips himself, leaving the cookie on the table.

Mocha Jon rolled his eyes at that question, “Well you’re under his spell and you’re wearing a collar that literally says ‘Property of Woody’, so it’s a reasonable inference.”

Braeburn tipped his cowboy hat in response to his sarcasm, “Eh doggie I sure love ya jokes! Yeah I’m under his spell but he didn’t tell me nothin’ about rattin’ ya out or makin’ ya join us, that’s all just for Stinky Boots and Sweat Stain to do, he don’t care if I have my own fun.”

“Considering my situation right now, you’ll forgive me if I don’t believe you…”

“Eh pardner, if I was gonna rat ya out, why didn’t I do it already?” Braeburn asked as he pushed the cookie towards the unicorn.

Mocha Jon shrugged his shoulders, maybe because he finally saw a normal pony again (or the fact that he was sleep deprived) but the cowboy had a point, “Alright, I guess you’re right.” He said as he took the cookie and sat down, he was more reluctant to eat a generic cookie then to talk to Braeburn. “Plus I’m assuming I’m gonna end up losing whatever I do here anyway so I might as well get used to this…”

Braeburn continued eating the snacks and tried to spark up a casual conversation with Jon, “So, a coffee server, what brings a guy like ya to the Everfree Forest? No offense but ya don’t look much like the type who can handle the rough woods.”

Mocha Jon rolled his eyes, “Gee thanks, you know I was a little self conscious about growing the beard but good to know it helps…” He sarcastically said. “Actually it was pure impulse, I’ve got a problem with thinking without thinking things through, what about you? Why did you come to this cabin?”

Braeburn laughed again, “Man you’re a cut up! I was just on a camping trip and I got lost, I mean I loved my home back on Applosa but I needed to get away, and I got a new life!”

“Hold up there ‘buckaroo, why is it that guy made Shining Armor and Big Mac into lumberjacks but he made the cowboy, of which I assume is probably the closest to a lumberjack, into a dog, and where did your ears and wet nose go by the way?” Mocha Jon interjected.

“Oh that? Woody only needs me to be the pet during the day, he really only wanted to give Stinky Boots a pet as a thank you for surrendering his free will.” Braeburn responded.

“Yes because whenever I get enslaved I always thought I would get a computer and a TV,” Jon sarcastically added.

“Funny guy, see sense my cousin’s always sleeping at night I don’t need to be rolling over anymore then!” He said as he finished the bag of chips and tossed the crumpled bag away.

Moch Jon looked surprised, “First of all, your cousin is Big Mac? Creep factor just went sky high… Second of all, how are you not exhausted right now? It’s really late at night, I’m only awake because I was panicking, and I was hungry.”

Braeburn got up and grabbed a soda from the fridge, “Oh every time I transform I get a huge wave of energy! In the morning I feel eager to fetch some balls and help with the wood work but by night I feel just as good and want to tackle a whole rodeo by myself!” He said as he chugged the can whole and made a loud burp proudly, “YEHAW!!!” He yelled out.

“Hey keep it down!” Mocha said as he slapped the empty can out of Braeburn’s hoof, “Look, I’m gonna head to bed, don’t tell Woody I know what he can do alright?”

Braeburn nodded and grinned, “Don’t worry bud, I have no reason ta rat ya out! Hey, it might be nice to have a friend who remembers Equestria for a bit!” He said as he tipped his cowboy hat towards Mocha who began to walk off.

“Thanks man, hey maybe you could even help me get these stupid boots off…” Mocha began until he bumped and fell on his backside. When he shook his head off he looked up and saw the woodspony looking right back at him…

“Now whattya doin’ up at this hour boy…?” Woody asked as Mocha stood back up.

“I might ask you the same question, I was just grabbing a late night snack, nothing else.” He said, with a tone in his voice that signaled his disinterest in his situation.

Woody walked face to face with the unicorn and squinted his eyes, “I’m up all night, I ain’t sleepin’ ever, and I see you met Braeburn over there, did he tell ya anythin’?”

“He told me how to tie a lasso out of sticks of licorice. Not much else, now may I please go back to bed?” He asked as he tried to make his way through, to no avail.

Woody looked over at Braeburn who just grinned and waved at him, “Oh hey Master! I just met that Mocha Jon fella, he’s real funny!”

“He did didn’t he…? Well speaking of a lasso… Brae, tie him up and hold him down!” Woody yelled out as Braeburn took out a lasso and managed to hog tie the unicorn effortlessly.

“Falling!!!” Jon said as he fell over. “Hey, what happened to leaving me be?”

Braeburn blushed in embarrassment, “Sorry pardner, he gave me a reason…” Braeburn said as he held Mocha in his place.

Mocha Jon sighed in defeat and looked up, “Ah screw it, yes I know you seem to have some strange Everfree Forest powers and enslaved three innocent stallions! You happy!?” He sighed as he knew there was no getting out of this, “And I know you did something with these boots because I can’t get them off!” He made sure not to mention that Shining Armor was not under his spell anymore.

The lumberjack just chuckled maniacally as he looked down at his own boots and began to pull them off easily, revealing his socked feet in place of hooves, “Wow, they worked faster than I thought then… See my boots have a spell on ‘em that transforms dumb ol’ hooves into something… muskier and sexier… The ‘L’ shape is probably what tripped ya up!”

The unicorn grunted his teeth as he remembered he could use his horn to untie the rope, “Dude that’s disgusting! Get those things away from me!” He said as his horn and the rope knot began to glow.

“Nuh uh uh!” Woody said as he placed his foot onto the unicorn’s horn, “Heck I never really got why unicorns would even bother with these things, horn magic just cheats us earth ponies, plus Sweat Stain in there sure is happier without his…” He said as he held his leg up long enough for his sweat to rub off on the unicorn’s horn, and when it dried, the glowing stopped on it and the rope.

“What the crap did you do to my horn!?” Mocha yelled out as he tried to cast the spell again, to no avail, it might as well not be on his forehead anymore.

The lumberjack completely ignored that question and began to undo his belt and unzip his jeans… “You know, those socks and undies may have started ya, but if there’s one thing that I know even a weak smeller like yaself can’t resist…” The woodspony said as he pulled out his massive cock, the musk coming from it already managed to fill the room.

“YEHAW!!!” Braeburn yelled as he saw the pony’s cock in appreciation and eagerness.

Mocha Jon looked at the massive penis in his face and was surprised. He wasn’t gay but even he had to admire such a massive piece of masculinity that was presented in front of him. The musk from the cock was so strong that even Jon was able to smell it with his practically useless nose. There was something about that scent, something alluring, like it was calling for him. He knew what the woodspony was trying to do, especially with Braeburn bowing down in its presence and sprouting cowboy babble in praise. The unicorn wanted to scream for help, or to at least yell at the lumberjack a lot of swear words in order to try and scare him off, but it was inevitable. The unicorn knew he was not going to win this, nopony was going to help him, and he just surrendered where he was…

“Just one little peck on my wood and it’ll all be over…” The lumberjack quietly cooed as Braeburn pressed the unicorn closer to the woodspony’s cock.

Mocha Jon just sighed and gave up trying to fight, he looked up and lightly placed his lips on the stallion’s cock lightly. The taste was strong and salty, like it was recently used. He wanted to stop, he wanted to sigh in disgust, but he just put his lips further onto his cock and started lapping it with his tongue. He wanted more, it was so strong, so masculine, and so dominating, he basically felt like he belonged to it. He started sucking him off, but Woody then just pulled his cock away, and Mocha looked saddened as his eyes finally began to take the same entranced swirls as Big MAc and Shining Armor’s had.

“That’s enough for now boy…” He said as he rezipped his pants. “If ya want my wood, ya gonna need to be workin’ hard with the forest’s wood…” He said as he untied the unicorn and saw his pre dripping cock, “Ya nose should be fixed now too, and sense ya gonna be workin’ up a sweat with all kindsa wood, ya name’s gon’ be Musky Wood…” He said as Braeburn helped the hypnotized stallion to his hooves/feet and gave him a large hug.

“Eh doggies this ‘ill be fun havin’ a new bud ta play with! YEHAW!!!” Braeburn yelled as he helped guide the stallion to his room.

Mocha Jon couldn’t think straight at all, he couldn’t remember anything besides hard work in the woods. He had no memory about working at a coffee shop, no memory about all his old interests like bowling or ice skating, he didn’t even remember freeing Shining Armor from his spell. All those memories were replaced with ones of him cutting down trees and fucking his fellow stallions after working up a hard day’s sweat.

“Now head ta bed Musky Pits, I want ya up bright and early tomorrow ‘cause it is ya turn to make the flapjacks, Braeburn you come and jerk me off with ya front hooves…” Woody commanded as Braeburn rushed excitedly while Mocha Jon slowly walked to his room.

“Yessa… as ya wish…” Was all the stallion could say before he went into the room, eager to get back to bed with his best friend Sweat Stain... and certainly not anypony named Shining Armor...