Chapters Mocha Jon was not exactly known as a ‘special’ unicorn in comparison to ponies like the Elements of Harmony. He never managed to save Equestria or send a villain to a place with flames and horned red men. As his name suggests, he was simply just a simple barista who worked boring hours at a coffee shop. As a colt he often admired many types of heroes including Royal Guards or the self made rugged stallions he hears about in stories. As a rather impulsive pony, he often thinks before thinking things through, and when he gets the idea to wander into the Everfree Forest, he will do it.
As a colt, after going on a camping trip with his family to celebrate him getting his cutie mark, he saw a cute little squirrel outside of his tent and with him being as impulsive as he is, he followed it way too far and got lost. Before he threw a comically over the top expression of panic screams, “I WANT TO LIVE I WANT TO LIVE!!!”, he noticed another pony not too far from him. Upon further inspection, he noticed this stallion was an old fashioned lumberjack, flannel, working jeans, an axe, the works. The strong woodspony noticed the lost stallion and almost in instinct, detected the lost colt and rushed to help him out. After a brief discussion of how Mocha Jon hated his coffee cutie mark, he was shocked to find the lumberjack pony’s cutie mark was not an axe, but a cheeseburger! The lumberjack, while guiding the lost colt back to his tent, explained that no matter what his cutie mark was, he could still aspire to more than one talent. In Jon’s eyes, that self made stallion, was more of a hero than any Element of Harmony ever could be.
Flash forward to the present, the impulsive, impressionable stallion decides on a whim to walk into the everfree forest just to prove he could handle it. At first Mocha Jon had this simple ‘I can face anything!’ attitude, as he was dodging these long branches like they were an obstacle course. His gymnastics lessons as a colt were definitely not a waste of money. However the first time a spider lands on his shoulder and he goes from Double O‘Spresso to Mission Impossible… “AH AH AHH!!! GET IT OFF OF ME GET AWAY!!!” and started running away with no direction or sense of pacing… Needless to say it did not exactly end well… Especially when he knocked himself down after hitting a large branch… After he managed to pick himself up and shake the leaves off his mane, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up…” He sarcastically said.
After checking his bearings, he looked around and noticed he was completely lost. “Oh dangit, I knew I should have brought the Pre School Safety rope…” He said as he looked at his compass and saw which was was North. “What do you know, North is 46 degrees left of here, though it would help if I knew if the exit was north or not…” He said as he cartoonishly threw his compass far away.
“Ouch…” He heard somepony say in the distance.
He looked around and wondered where that came from, and it sounded like it came from where he threw the compass. “How did that manage to hit anypony, one nopony should be out here, and two, I’m not that good at throwing?” He asked as he walked forward past some bushes and brushed himself off. “Hello?” He asked as he noticed two ponies standing by a tree, one was standing backwards so he couldn’t tell what he looked like, but he noticed the other had on flannel, jeans, working boots, and he had a thin brown beard.
That pony himself looked over and discovered the new pony “Somepony out there?” He asked as he turned his head and saw the cyan unicorn.
As Mocha Jon got closer, he could tell the ponies were lumberjacks, if the clothes weren’t enough of a signal, the smell of sweat gave it away. At that epiphany Mocha totally lost all his internal fear and began to fanboy out in front of him… “Oh my gosh Oh my gosh Oh my gosh!!! Real live lumberjacks! I love you guys! I’m Mocha Jon, it’s great to see you!!!” He said as he looked at him with puppy dogish eyes.
The lumberjack could tell instantly that the pony was not the strongest or most acclimated to the woods just by the sight of him. “Well, hi there, I’m Woody, eeyup I’m a lumberjack, nice to meet ya, that’s my friend Sweat Stain over there,” The pony said as he pointed to the stallion in the unicorn to the other lumberjack.
The other pony turned around and waved at the visitor, “Oh Howdy! What brings ya out here?” He asked as he made his way over to him. Upon a close inspection the stallion looked somewhat familiar. He had white fur and there appeared to be a blue mane underneath his wool cap. His voice was also familiar, though there was a bit of a country drawl to it it was definitely notable.
“Hold up… Shining Armor?” He asked as he tried to get a good look at the stallion to see if it was really him, and Woody was looking a bit nervous, “I thought you were doing some sort of business in the Everfree Forest, I mean that’s what you told me in your pen pal letter last time you wrote me?” He asked as he was wondering why a royal Prince would wear such clothing.
The stallion seemed confused by that remark, wondering what the heck he was talking about, “Um, I’m sorry? My name’s Sweat Stain, no clue who this Shining Armor is.”
Mocha Jon looked confused and maybe even a bit suspicious at that comment, wondering why Shining would try and hide his identity like this. Woody also seemed like he was about to take drastic measures with the unicorn… “Wait I get it… You’re undercover!Now I understand!” He said as he tapped him playfully on the shoulder. Sweat Stain looked a bit confused wondering what he was talking about, but when he looked over at Woody he just nodded once in a demanding way.
“Uh, yeah, you got me!” He nervously said trying to finish it. “I really like to stay in character.”
Mocha Jon chuckled and sighed in relief, “Don’t worry bud, you’re secret’s safe with me!” He said as he did the signature ‘zip it lock it and put it in your pocket’ move.
Woody got in between the two to break the tension, “Hey, we were about to head back to the cabin for flapjacks, why don’t ya join us?” He asked as Sweat Stain nodded in agreement.
“Oh gosh Woody over here makes the best flapjacks ever! Like even by lumberjack standards!” He added.
Mocha Jon squeed in excitement, “Oh gosh I would love that! I want to get the full lumberjack experience! Take me there!” He said as he hopped up in excitement.
“Great! Plus you can meet our roommate Stinky Boots and our dog, I think they might like you.” Woody added as he pointed his way towards the house. Sweat Stain and Mocha Jon followed easily.
Mocha Jon knew he couldn’t stay forever but he sure as heck was not going to pass up on meeting true lumberjacks like he always dreamed of. One night wasn’t going to hurt anything after all. “Sounds great! I mean I love dogs and… Okay pause... you have a friend named Stinky Boots?”
Back at the cabin, a large red stallion wearing clothing similar to the ones the two lumberjacks was sitting on the porch swing seemed to be a bit sore, he was bending down and holding his leg as if he had hurt it earlier. It was embarrassing having to sit out the day while his friends got to do all the fun stuff. After he tried shaking it off again and attempting to stand up, he could not walk very far and the pain was too much for him. The red stallion sighed and went to sit back down.
Before he knew it he heard loud panting from behind him and looked over and noticed the large yellow dog the lumberjacks had, and instantly all his sadness went away. The large dog just had something about him that made the big pony feel like he was safe and with someone he always knew. “Thanks for keeping me company bud, could always count on ya to cheer me up.” He told the large dog who just sat at the pony’s feet happily, understanding that he made him feel good, which made him feel even better. After the dog barked a little bit, the red stallion heard something in the distance and saw his friends were coming back. “Well that didn't take too long, usually you guys are out till sundown,”
The two lumberjacks chuckled and responded with a casual, “Well we found this pony out in the woods and thought we’d help him out. He’s kind of small,and his horn is super small and he… Hey, where’d he go?” Sweat Stain began before turning around noticing the cyan unicorn was not following them… Or so he thought…
Mocha Jon was seen crawling slowly, looking out of breath and about to topple over, “Oh gosh… Oh gosh… That was… That was a long walk… I can’t… I can’t...” He said as he cartoonishly fell over on his face. He never was known much for his stamina, even with things he was skilled at like skating, he always felt winded after a few minutes.
The red stallion looked over and noticed his condition, “Wow, are ya alright there? Do you need any help?” He asked as he tried to stand up.
Mocha Jon shrugged it off rather easily however, after catching his breath he got back on his feet and found himself looking over at the red stallion. “Oh no, few, Oh no, I’m fine. Just needed to catch my breath, so you must be Stinky Boots huh?” He asked as he looked at the red stallion and recognized him more directly. He could tell the third lumberjack was Big Macintosh with little distractions. However seeing Big Macintosh was less surprising than seeing Shining Armor out here, being a farmer he probably had connections to lots of other country ponies. “Hey, what are you doing here?” He tried to ask.
Stinky Boots just winced an eye in confusion but shrugged his shoulders, “Well I was gonna help these guys out like always but I hurt my leg this mornin’ and had to sit today out.” He responded, completely misunderstanding what Mocha Jon meant. “I could ask ya the same question too, what brings a pony like ya out to the Everfree Forest?”
Mocha Jon blushed out in embarrassment a little bit, “Well honestly it was pure impulse of me to walk out here, I heard some fillies talking at my shop earlier about daring each other to come out here and I got the idea.” He said as he awkwardly scratched his arm nonchalantly.
Woody was surprised that a grown stallion would do something so childlike, “I know you aren’t as big as us but that really wasn’t the smartest thing to do… There are some things out here that can happen to a simple pony like you…” Woody said, almost sounding a little suspicious towards the end.
Mocha Jon rolled his eyes at that comment, “Yeah yeah yeah, evil monsters, strange spells, cursed chipmunks yadda yadda yadda… I’ve heard it all before.” He said as he looked back at Big Mac, “Okay I gotta ask, dude why are you letting these guys call you Stinky Boots? That seems more embarrassing than my impulse.”
Woody’s more suspicious expression returned to his face as he explained, “Well due to how hard he works he’s worked up quite a sweat in those boots of his… I bet ya could smell ‘em from right where ya standin’...” The lumberjack said, almost as if he was insinuating something.
“Not really, I have a really weak sense of smell, my nose basically just comes and goes, so really I have no clue and… Wow!” Mocha Jon responded initially until he was accosted by the yellow dog who started happily lapping his face… even though the dog managed to knock the unicorn to the ground cartoonishly. “You must be their dog.” He said as he struggled to gain balance back and stand up. “You’re so cute!”
Stinky Boots nodded and signaled the dog back over to him, “Eeyup, he’s a really good boy, he kind of reminds me of me really.”
Mocha didn’t really know what to say so he broke the tension with a light sarcastic remark, “Really? Aren’t yellow apples the rarest color of them all?” However the earth pony did not understand what he meant by that and just looked confused. “Okay someday you will learn to understand my humor.” He said as his stomach started to grumble a little, “Hey Woody, you mentioned something about making flapjacks?”
Sweat Stain nodded in agreement and Stinky Boots seemed to agree with that idea, “Well that does sound good actually, ya gonna use your usual method Woody?” Stinky Boots asked.
“No way, we have a guest, he needs to use the name brand ingredients in the top shelf!” Sweat Stain interrupted as he started to make his way inside, with the dog, Stinky Boots and Mocha Jon quickly following. “I’ll have three!”
“I’ll have four!” Stinky Boots responded.
“I’ll have a dozen!” Mocha Jon added as they all went inside, with Woody staying outside walking in slowly before looking at the cyan unicorn through the window… “Weak sense of smell huh? Hehe, looks like I’m gonna need to take my time with this one…” He said as a strange grin appeared on his face before joining the other stallions inside.
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.
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.
The three lumberjacks were sitting down on the couch not far from the room Mocha Jon was sitting in. Naturally they were expecting a huge response but really only Woody seemed to have an expectation for confrontation. The dog itself was rushing over to Big Mac and forced himself right between him and Shining Armor, of whom was getting hit by the dog’s tail cartoonishly.
“Aw someone looks happy to see me, and he doesn’t have something in his pocket!” Big Mac said as he started scratching him on the head. This made him start panting more and then his tail went right up on Shining Armor’s face…
Shining Armor scooted over, lifting himself onto the armrest in order to avoid getting tapped with a tail. “He never gets that excited to see me...:” He whispered They both looked over in curiosity not exactly hearing what he said as Shining blushed a little bit, “Oh, uh, it’s nothing really… it’s just that…” Shining began until they heard the door barged open and Mocha could be seen looking angry.
“Okay pause! Who did this, and I wanna know now!!!” The unicorn yelled as he reached to his back and held up a thing of soiled underwear… “Who put this on my face while I was sleeping!!!” He screamed out angrily.
Shining blushed over again and tried to hide mildly like a student in class who didn’t know the answer to a question. However the other two ponies just looked right at him and pointed right at him selling him out instantly. “Thanks guys…”
Mocha squinted his eyes a little bit and slowly started walking right to Shining Armor who himself was not sure what to do, and Woody didn’t look like he was about to help. As Mocha walked closer to Shining, he began to sound like he was threatening him. “Dude that was a dirty pull… There is one thing I have to say to things like this…” He said as he got face to face with him, still squinting his eyes menacingly. However right when they were eye to eye, he opened his eyes and started laughing hysterically, “Ahahaha!!! Oh my gosh dude that is hilarious!” Suddenly Shining went from looking guilty and embarrassed to confused. “Man you got me! That’s a pretty good prank! I mean I remember doing that to my dad once when I was a colt and he freaked out the next morning! Classic man!” Mocha Jon then offered Shining Armor a fist bump and Shining reluctantly responded too.
Woody regained his signature sinister expression on his face and took notice of Mocha Jon’s mildly increased country accent. “Hey boy, ya sound a little different there, ya alright…?” He asked as he looked right at him.
Mocha Jon seemed to not have noticed at all about it and was even a little bit surprised that somepony else managed to notice before he could, “Really? Lemme see… Well I’m talking and I’m listening to myself and my friend pulled a prank on me by using his old underwear and…” He started rambling to test if his voice was sounding different, “Huh you’re right, must have a dry throat or something, no worries, I always sound off in the morning, I’m sure it will pass.” Woody looked pleasantly relieved that the stallion did not seem concerned about the underwear or his voice.
“You know we were about to get to work, how ‘bout you come and watch us? You said you’ve always wanted to see lumberjacks at work right?” Woody tried to say to change the subject while he had the chance before Mocha could have an opportunity to be disturbed by what had happened to him. The other two ponies nodded and went along with this, the two of them looked like they had no idea what Woody even meant. Mocha Jon himself jumped up and did a cartoonish karate kick out of excitement and rushed over to hug him tightly. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!!! Yes please! Come on let’s go!” He himself instantly rushed out of the cabin cartoonishly as he left the rest of them in the dust.
The remaining ponies looked dumbfounded by his eagerness to get out there, “Uh, is he alright? I mean if somepony put his underwear on my muzzle I would probably be like…” Big Mac started to comment until Woody tapped his boot three times on the ground again and two two stallions’ eyes started to have their entranced expressions again. “I would be like ‘YEHAW’ now that’s sexy and hot!”
Woody grinned and pointed the stallions out of the cabin, “Come on, I gotta feeling you two are gonna need the extra focus in order to train somepony as stupid as that, grab your boots and axes and come on!” Woody ordered as the other two stallions obeyed, as Big Mac’s leg was feeling better that day he was able to come along. The dog himself also began following and rushed right next to Big Mac, shoving Shining Armor right out of the way onto the ground. “Now go on, I gotta be sure he doesn’t cut his horn off with any of our axes!”
Out in the woods, the stallions were seen handling heavy working tools and setting up the base for a large tree. Woody would be seen handing Big Mac and Shining Armor their axes with no worries, however when Mocha Jon was next in line, Woody seemed reluctant to hand him one, “Now listen, this is not a toy, it can cut right through your bones and can split ya in half, so please be careful with it and…” However Mocha Jon refused to listen to what Woody was warning and swiped the ax right from his hooves.
“Awesome! I’ve always wanted to do this!” He said as he started doing exotic moves with his ax. He was swinging them across his body and twirling them across his arm, “Sweet! I feel like I could take on all of Equestria with this thing!” He said as it ended up flinging from his hoof… Heading right in Shining Armor’s direction. Shining started to yell and ducked in cover putting his hooves over his head and began to panic.
“Ah! I’m gonna die!” He yelled until Big Mac reached over and caught the ax himself. Shining looked a bit embarrassed as he looked up and sighed, “Oh thanks man, I can’t handle that happening two times in one month.”
Woody sighed and put his hoof on his head, “Mocha I told ya be careful! I’t ain’t a toy!” He said as he went over and swiped the axe back. He went back to the tree and signaled Big Mac and Shining Armor over to the tree, “Stinky Boots, you stay down here and watch for falling debris and catch any unexpected critters in the tree, Sweat Stain, you climb up the tree with your harness, make sure there ain’t any obstacles in our pathway.” The two saluted and grabbed their gear and walked over to the tree. He then squinted his eyes at Mocha Jon and lost any sense of humor, “Now listen here, I will show you how to use this, you will follow every step, or you will cut yourself in half, understood?” He said with mild anger.
Mocha Jon rushed over and swiped the ax back, “Yeah I hear you, plus I assume if I was cut in half one half would be eternally sad and the other eternally happy, not a good pair.” He said as he faced the tree with extreme eagerness. “So tell me, what do I gotta do?” He asked as he held the ax like a baseball bat. “By the way, you really gotta think of better nicknames for Big Mac and Shining Armor.”
Woody sighed and adjusted himself into Mocha Jon’s vision sight, “Now you are gonna slowly swing the ax back and you are gonna aim at one specific spot, not takin’ ya eyes off the spot, no matter how heavy or distracting the ax becomes, understand, don’t look away!”
Mocha Jon nodded and gained a smug look on his face as he slowly took the ax into position and aimed right at one spot on the tree. With intense concentration and determination, he found the specific spot on the tree to hit. As he slowly started swinging the ax a few inches back and forth by his head in anticipation and attempts to gain potential and kinetic energy, and when he was fully confident he decided he was ready to swing at the tree. With an even more smug expression on his face, he let out a loud, “TIMBER!!!” to a level where Woody had to shut his eyes and cover his ears in response. When Mocha finally swung at the tree he felt extremely proud and strong and was waiting for the tree to fall down and for his friends to congratulate him. However as soon as he opened his eyes he was shocked to find the ax was only half in inch deep into the two feet diameter tree… “Wait what?”
Suddenly Big Mac and Shining Armor both started laughing hysterically at Mocha Jon’s attempts to cut down the tree. “Oh my goodness, ya actually thought that would be enough to cut down a tree? That’s hilarious!” Big Mac said as he looked up at Shining Armor who cartoonishly fell out of the tree in his laughing fit.
Right after Shining stood back up, he brushed off all the leaves from his clothes and regained his balance, “Dude you’re gonna be chopping that area for a pretty long time, we have no time for breaks, so ya better start chopping so’more bud!” He said as he pointed to his ax that was still stuck in the tree.
Mocha Jon sighed and rolled his eyes, “That’s pretty big talk for a unicorn who couldn’t use his horn to catch a flying ax.” He said as he reached for the ax again, attempting to pull it out, however he could not seem to budge it out, even with him using both hooves, with him grinding his feethooves into the ground, and even jumping onto the tree to gain leverage, but he was unable to get the ax right out of the tree, he couldn’t even move it a centimeter. He eventually fell right off the tree and pushed himself right off it, bumped into the dog, and the two landed right into a bush near by… “Ouch… I’ve fallen and I can’t get up...”
Woody just sighed in annoyance and bumped his head on the tree to express his disappointment in the situation. “Sweat Stain, remind me to up the dosage later tonight, he’s gonna need to fall under deeper if he’s gonna be any good to us.” Shining’s eyes briefly started swirling again as he nodded and saluted in response before the swirls faded away and he went with Big Mac to help him up.
“Come on bud, we still got another 14 hours till we can go home, you need to shake it off!” Big Mac said as he grabbed Mocha’s body by force and plopped him right onto the ground by force.
“Ugh alright... “ He said in annoyance, “Wait, okay pause, 14 hours!?”
Author's Note
I want to thank everyone for reading this and supporting me. This story so far has been my most well received out of all my stories and I am so happy that so many people enjoy this as I was actually kind of embarrassed to do it. Thank you all for the support!!!
Chapter 5
Later in the day, the stallions were seen walking back to their cabin and most of them looked proud and accomplished, Mocha Jon however was crawling on his stomach while panting and hyperventilating… “Oh gosh… Help me… I can’t… I can’t… I can’t go on… Help me.... Please…” He said as he started over reacting more as if he was dying like someone in the desert. The other three just chuckled at how pathetic the portrayal was.
“Ya know the cabin’s right there, right?” Big Mac asked as he pointed right to the cabin, ten feet away.
“Oh…” He said as he stood up and brushed himself off as if nothing happened. “Well… I gotta say, that was not what I expected, like, at all…” He said as he made his way into the cabin himself. “You know, I think I’m just gonna grab a glass of water and a bag of chips, or two, or five, and just eat in bed, night guys.” He said as he made it into the cabin.
Shining Armor and Big Mac just started chuckling again, “Oh my gosh did you see him when he tried chopping branches like he was in a sword fight?” Big Mac said as he started impersonating him, with a brief flashback of the event happening. Mocha Jon was pretending the branches were changelings and chopping them up, only to have them fall over him on a big pile.
Back to the present, Shining Armor agreed, “Yeah but that was nothing compared to when he tied himself into the harness and tried using it like a bungee chord!” Another flashback appeared, showing Mocha Jon climbing up to the top of a branch free tree but ended up getting caught and the band split in half. Mocha then started pretending he was a pegasus in the Wonderbolts dodging wood… Until the band snapped again and he cartoonishly fell on the floor.
Back at the present, the two were still laughing at his actions, “Eeyup, I swear he will be fun to have around, I mean having humor while we work couldn’t hurt, I mean our dog can be a bit silly but, wow!” Big Mac said as the dog pounced on his leg.
Shining Armor tried to look away from the dog pouncing Big Mac, still seeming envious of them, “Well anyway, maybe we should rethink this, I mean he doesn’t know what he’s doing at all, he’s funny but he could get hurt, or he could hurt us… I mean remember he almost cut me in half…” He said as he flinched remembered it.
Big Mac winced an eye at that comment and started to think of something, “Eeyup… Ya might have a point there… I love hard workin’ sweaty stallions but I also love having all my legs attached.”
“Yeah, Woody maybe we should consider…” Shining started to suggest until he heard three boot taps and he and Big Mac’s eyes began swirling again as Woody made their way to them.
“We’re not giving up on him. I know, he’s an idiot, he’s annoying, he’s immature… He eats all our food… Actually you may be onto… No, no, he’s my project. Listen, I want you two to listen closely, neither of you were originally woodsponies and I refused to give up on ya, and I expect you two to do the same! Understood?” The two stallions stared blankly and nodded slowly in response. Woody grinned and tapped his boot onto the ground three times again.
As the two stallions shook their heads off, they looked at each other and sighed, “You know, maybe we were too hard on him, we should give him another chance.” Shining said as he made a faint smile thinking it was a good idea.
Big Mac nodded in agreement, “Eeyup, I mean sure he’s terrible now, but if we can turn him, think of how great that would be!” He said as he and Shining hoof bumped each other happily. However, Big Mac instantly looked worried… “Oh man… I forgot he’s alone in there and I still have half a red velvet cake in the fridge! I can’t trust him with that alone!!!” He said as he cartoonishly rushed back into the house.
Woody turned his attention to Shining Armor again, “Now Sweat Stain, the underwear bit did start to work but you’re gonna need to do it again, he should be asleep now, so go on and do it.” Woody commanded as Shining Armor saluted and made his way inside.
In Shining’s room, he tried to quietly sneak in but before he made it all the way in he noticed the lights were still on, causing his to quickly put them in his pocket before they were seen, “Mocha Jon?”
The cyan unicorn looked over and was seen holding the red velvet cake and eating a large piece off. “Oh hey… Please don’t tell Big Mac…” He said as he rest of the cake at once and wiped the icing off his lips. “Anyway, what’s up?”
Shining blushed as he made his way into the room, finding it hard to answer as he cannot tell his true plans. “Oh nothing really, it’s just we gotta get up early so we need to head to bed.” He said as he plopped his boots off and rushed to the bed.
After Mocha Jon burped a bit, he blushed and looked over to the unicorn, “So now that we’re alone, I gotta ask, what’s it like pretending to be something so simple as a lumberjack when you’re this big deal in the Crystal Empire?”
Shining wasn’t sure how to answer, he himself presently remembered what his past life was because he was given an order that required him to remember his past life. Before he had his life taken from him he was actually more stressed out than he could believe. “Well honestly it’s a huge relief…” He quietly responded.
“Really? How come?”
Shining sighed as he was reluctant to admit this, “Well… honestly being a Royal Guard isn’t very glamorous… You have ponies who think you’re a horrible monster who hates peace… ponies who send you death threats every day… The constant fear of enemies and your subjects hating you even when your wife is a symbol of peace… But here, my friends trust me and my work is appreciated.”
Mocha Jon looked surprised by that response, he always assumed Shining had adoring subjects and that his efforts were always admired. “I… I didn’t know it was like that… Because I always admired the work you do, you risk your life all the time for ponies who don’t even know you, and now you’re working part time as a side job or something… I’m still not quite sure what you’re doing here… But you’re working even harder now, you really inspire me in ways I can’t even describe. I mean I know what it’s like to want a better life, but I use you as an inspiration to go on.”
Suddenly Shining looked over at him with saddened eyes and a small smile. “Well thanks, it’s nice to finally have somepony like me for me instead of me just being Cadence’s husband.” Following Shining had an epiphany about something, Uh you know, I’m gonna grab a small bedtime snack really quick, I’ll be right back…” He said as he quietly made his way out.
“Alright, grab me a couple apples and oranges and a bag of grapes if you don’t mind.”
In the main room, Big Mac could be seen mixing something red in a large bowl and quietly grunting to himself… “Man we got all this mind control stuff and we can’t make him eat less… My cake is my cake..”
Shining looked over to Woody who was tieing a rope into what looked like a lasso and threw it onto the dog like a leash. That dog sure loved playing cowboy but nopony seemed to know why. As Shining made his way over to them, he looked a little bit guilty. “Ah Sweat Stain… You got the job done?”
Shining Armor sighed and scratched the back of his head, “No he’s still awake, but… I don’t think I can do this to him…” And suddenly Woody looked angry and he pulled the lasso tight around the dog… Causing Big Mac to rush over and take the rope and loosen it himself.
“Sweat Stain… Care to explain yourself…?” He said as he stood up and looked over at Shining with a stare of death.
Shining looked down and gulped his throat a bit, “Well it’s just he’s a nice guy already, and I’m not comfortable changing him like this, I mean if he isn’t like us on his own then what’s the point?”
Woody growled a little bit as he removed one of his boots, “Oh Sweat Stain, you always were a bit to handle but easy to persuade..” He said with a little chuckle. He lifted his boot up to Shining’s muzzle and started to press it in. “There ya go… Breathe deep…” Upon a brief glance, Woody not only noticed a bright glow in Shining’s eyes, but a bulge was showing up underneath him. “There it is… Now ain’t that nice?” Shining stared blankly and slowly nodded, “And just think, as soon as that boy’s fully hypnotized, his weak sense of smell should be fixed too and he can enjoy it just as much as ya do, now don’t ya want that for ya friend…?” Shining remained quiet still but a faint moan could be heard as he quietly nodded. When Woody looked down again he noticed there was a small wet stain where the bulge was. “I see you understand…” He said as he removed the boot from his muzzle and Shining could be seen with his eyes still glowing and with a dopey smile could be seen on his face.
“Yeah, you’re right… Whatever you say sir…”
Woody chuckled a little after putting his boot back on. “There we go, now the underwear was a good start but with a nose like his I think we need to up the anti…” He pointed over at Big Mac and signaled him to fetch something, “Stinky Boots keeps his socks in his boots when he’s not wearing ‘em, they might do the trick for him. Don’t worry he’ll be a sexy musky woodspony just like you soon, now go on and put ‘em on his nose.” Woody ordered as Big Mac returned.
“As you wish sir… I obey…” Shining said as he took Big Mac’s socks and his bulge returned...
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter. That night, the three stallions were seen returning to the cabin and they all seemed pleasantly surprised, while Mocha Jon himself did look sore, the rest seemed pleased with themselves.
“Dude did ya see yourself when ya had to ride the logs down the river? I thought you were gonna fall all into the river!” Big Mac said in admiration as he bumped him on the shoulder with his hoof affectionately… Though Mocha didn’t seem to like that very much…
“Hey thanks bud, it wasn’t easy but… OUCH!!!” He said as he started panting in pain, he was clearly sore from working that hard. “Okay… I think I’m just gonna go grab an ice pack and maybe a carton of ice cream and a box of popsicles before bed.” Shining Armor and Big initially looked pleased but then looked a little annoyed as they started to follow him inside.
“You know it’s great that he’s embracing the woodspony lifestyle and all but I still think it’s a bad idea to mix his appetite with a lumberjack’s…” Shining sighed as he went inside.
Woody himself just kept a smug look on his face as Big Mac turned around and saw him plop down on the porch swing. “Hehe don’t worry about the food, I got my methods…” He chuckled a little, “Besides, if we could turn a weak and annoying pony like that, then it means our lifestyle is obviously the best one.” Big Mac joined him on the porch swing.
“Ya know, I’m happy to do whatever ya say and kidnap innocent ponies and turn them into smelly pets, but even I can admit it’s kinda mean to do…” Big Mac looked down a little as he admitted that, though Woody didn’t seem to mind.
As the stallion stretched his arms and put one on Big Mac’s shoulders, making sure to place his pits properly, “Ya know, that’s why I like ya Stinky Boots!”
Big Mac looked over in confusion, as he remembered what happened when Shining Armor said he felt guilty, “Eeyup?”
“Of course, you’re always trying to think of ya friends, I know I have to take some drastic measures and all, but it’s only because I like y’all so much, I don’t want to lose anypony ever again…” He said as he sighed and looked down.
Big Mac hasn’t seen this side of this lumberjack before, “Ponies left ya before? How come? You’re nice, welcoming, strong, hard workin’, and ya smell like a bull in a hot barn, I wouldn’t ever want to leave anypony like that.” He said as he intentionally snuck a small whiff of Woody’s pit.
“Eh I don’t like talkin’ ‘bout it, it happened many moons ago, long before ya was born.” He said as he looked up at the moon, “My friends came to the Everfree long ago, back when lumberjacks were respected and appreciated for our hard work. At first it was great, we worked hard, learned a lot about the mystical woods, and we really bonded in the cabin.”
Big Mac looked inside briefly as he noticed Shining Armor was starting what looked like an eating contest with Mocha Jon, “If there’s nothing left for me I will eat him…” He whispered to himself before returning his attention to Woody, “Ya had friends before us?”
“Eeyup…!” He responded, playfully mocking Big Mac’s mannerisms, “We really loved it out here, but as times advanced, they started aspiring to things they thought would be better, they wanted to go to college and stuff, they tried to make me come with ‘em to the city, but I couldn’t leave the lumberjack life, loved it too much.” He said as he stood up and stretch his back until it popped. “They left me alone out here and I made a vow to myself never to change, and the magic of the Everfree gave me the power to have complete control of my life and the lives of any stallion I meet, and sense I never got to see my friends again, I knew my destiny…”
Big Mac scratched the back of his mane as he sighed, “Kinda like how I cain’t never see my sisters again…”
Woody looked over and he almost looked compassionate and even empathetic to what Big Mac said, almost even a little guilty, “Ya know Stinky Boots, as much as I like havin’ Sweat Stain and that small horned unicorn around, I think ya probably understand me the most, heck I probably didn’t even need to hypnotize ya when we met!” He jokingly said as he looked Big Mac in the eyes, seeing him more than just a musk pet.
Big Mac grinned, “Maybe, but I kinda prefer it the way ya did, this way I can enjoy your smell after our hard day’s work even more, and I know ya love ya musk fetishes! Plus I really like that spell ya put on your old boots that changed my dumb old hooves into what they are now!” He chuckled back, thinking that he could understand him on a non manipulated level now.
“Ya know Stinky Boots, that sock thing seemed to work wonders, maybe one more night and we could finally have that weak stallion just like you and Sweat Stain.” Woody said enticingly as Big Mac initially looked excited, but something negative seemed to catch his attention…
“Uh… Master…” He said as he pointed behind Woody and exposed what looked like a vicious raccoon chattering and preparing to lunge at the woodspony. “Look out!!!” He said in panic with a cartoonishly over the top fashion.
Woody turned around and saw the vicious coon and just chuckled, “Ah farmers, they never know how to deal with critters, just think they’re all pests.” He said as he nonchalantly walked over to the raccoon and lifted his arm and lowered his pit to the animal.
The scene briefly changed to Shining Armor and Mocha Jon standing by the door and Mocha Jon was preparing to open it, “Sorry bud, you know the rules, loser has to sleep on the porch swing!” He said as he pointed out and peeked out, surprised to see Woody lowering his arm like that.
Woody then picked up the raccoon and shoved him right under his arm, “Hehe that’s it fella…” He said as he took him out instantly, and the raccoon’s eyes seemed to be overtaken with swirls, “See Stinky Boots, animals’ noses are easier to trick than ours.” He said, oblivious to Mocha Jon looking over. “Now little fella, I know ya think you’re some mean little bandit with that black mask, but when I tap my boot, you’ll just be a cute little chicken… Owned by that big red stallion over there…” He said as he placed the animal back on the ground, “Figured you might like a little momento of your time on the farm Stinky Boots.” He said as Big Mac got up and walked towards the two.
“Aw, mighty kind of ya Master!” Big Mac said as Woody tapped his boot on the ground and the raccoon in a silly and cartoony fashion began making imitation chicken sounds despite the vocal chords limiting his sounds. Big Mac grinned and picked up the hypnotized animal with glee, “So cute, thanks for the gift Master!” The two stallions hugged affectionately… However Mocha Jon just looked befuddled as he slowly and quietly stepped back and closed the door.
“Uh… Uh… Do you have any idea what just happened out there man…?” He asked, understandably disturbed by what he saw.
Shining Armor just looked down and sighed in response, “I think I know what’s going on…”
“Care to explain then?”
“Um hum…” He said as he looked up and his expression changed to anger and envy, “Stinky Boots got a dog, a chicken, and a raccoon! Why is he Master’s favorite!?” He said as he impulsively threw a lumberjack ax across the room.
Mocha Jon just rolled his eyes in response, “Right… Why didn’t I think of that…? We better go down to the poll and place our bet while we have the chance...” He sarcastically added.
As Woody was watching Big Mac play with the dazed animal, Mocha Jon was seen inside the cabin and was almost having a mental breakdown, “Okay pause! Care to explain more about the ‘Master’ concept for me please!?” He said as he took a soda can from the table, shook it up, and pointed it at Shining Armor threateningly.
Shining Armor sighed, as there was honestly no way of hiding this now, even if he wanted to. “Alright fine… Woody isn’t my friend, he’s basically our Master now, now please put that d…”
“HOW!?!?” Mocha Jon said as he opened the can and soda splashed all over Shining’s face in an over the top fashion, “I’m not even gonna ask how that much was in the can…” He whispered to himself. As the stallion looked angrily at Shining Armor, he grabbed the ax Shining threw and held it in a violent manner, “Tell me everything! Don’t think I won’t use this because for some reason my testosterone levels have been skyrocketing!” He said as he prepared to swing.
“Alright fine! If you really wanna know, Woody used his magical musk to hypnotize me and Big Mac into being his sexy obedient lumberjack slaves!” He said as he wiped all the liquid from his face, not even liking the soda itself.
Shining Armor looked both concerned and confused, he was expecting more of a reaction, or at least a sarcastic comment from the small horned stallion but not that, “Uh, you okay there…?”
“I am still trying to process this…” He said as he put his hoof on his forehead, “What you just said was literally the most wrong thing I have ever heard, it was weird, it was random, I swear I don’t think I could have imagined a scenario like this before in my entire life… Just… Wow…” Mocha Jon was speaking honestly, as he was not sure how to react to this situation. “Okay… So you two were hypnotized by a lumberjack into getting turned on by masculine scents… I honestly do not know how to feel about that… But I’m gonna assume it’s bad.” He said as he stood back up.
Shining Armor sighed as there was more to tell, “Well actually… We’ve kind of been trying to make you join our herd of stallion slaves for him… That’s why I’ve been putting those things on your nose every night… It was Master’s orders… He wants you to join us out here…”
“Okay first of all, if you wanted me to be a lumberjack all you had to do was ask, you know I have a huge obsession with them, and second of all… EVERYTHING ELSE THAT’S WRONG WITH WHAT YOU JUST SAID!” He said as he threw the soda can at (and missed) Shining Armor.
Shining Armor, while he did look guilty and afraid for what the stallion was going to do, he looked out the window again to see Big MAc laughing with the evil lumberjack and his envious side revealed itself again and an idea just popped into his cloudy head. “And honestly I’m tired of playing it safe… I think I better take matters into my own hands, then we’ll see who’ll be Master’s favorite pet now…”
Mocha rolled his eyes and looked to the door, “Yeah you do that while I’ll be heading towards…” He said as he heard a zip and looked over in curiosity. He saw Shining Armor dropping his jeans and underwear and revealing his already erect cock to the stallion… “What are ya doing…?” He asked as he was surprised by the sie and the scent of the thing, being mildly enticed by it…
Shining chuckled as he slowly made his way to the unicorn, it was not easy walking in boots and dropped jeans after all, “I bet with one suckle and you’ll be the perfect little woodspony for Master to have his ways with…” Mocha Jon wanted to run away but he couldn’t, he knew something was happening and he had a pretty good hunch that the scent of Shining’s massive cock was blocking his better judgements, but he still wanted to get a little closer, such a fine manly cock like his needed to be savored. As the two got closer, Mocha almost seemed like he was going to lean down and get close to his cock, “Timber…” Shining said slowly and quietly in an attempt to entice Mocha Jon. The small pony wasn’t sure how to escape it, he knew there was something he could do but he was having trouble deciding if he even should. As the stallion got on his knees and almost reached Shining’s cock… He made one last attempt to fight back…
“The desktop was bought near the store by the cherry tree…!” Mocha Jon yelled in panic, and suddenly, he noticed Shining Armor stopped where he was and stood completely still. As he managed to get a hold of himself, he was able to stand back up and look Shining Armor right in the eye. He initially saw the strange swirls in Shining’s eyes only present when around Woody, but he started to see them slowly fade away as Shining himself shook his head and put his hoof on his forehead.
“Uh… Uh… What…? Where am I…?” He said as he looked around and seemed a little surprised by where he was, but he quickly got a hold of himself, “Wait? Somepony here knew my trigger phrase?” He said as he returned his attention to Mocha Jon. The random sentence Mocha Jon yelled out appeared to be a phrase that snapped Shining Armor out of his trance. “Hold on, Jon? How did you know my phrase?”
“Dude, you sent me a postcard after your wedding, thanks for not inviting me by the way,” He sarcastically added, “You told me about that Changeling queen hypnotizing you and how you sw that hypnotist pony afterwards just in case anypony ever put a spell on you again.” He said as he tried to pretend Shining didn’t have a massive erection right now.
“Oh… Yeah… I remember now, it was like that time the Mane-iac tried hypnotizing the Power Ponies with that weird hairspray stuff in Issue 153.” Shining responded, making a call back to their comic book obsession.
“Oh yeah I remember that one, interesting story, but still, anytime a character in those things gets hypnotized they just become some mindless zombie and lose all character, I mean hypnotized characters can still have personalities to them!” Mocha Jon added.
“Well that is true, but then the reader doesn’t feel as bad for them being enslaved because they still act like themselves,” Shining added as he looked down and noticed his cock was showing and blushed… He quickly pulled his jeans back up and redid his belt. “Wait a second! I’ve been hypnotized by some gay lumberjack and so has Applejack’s brother Stinky Boots!” He said in shock and anger as he remembered his situation and drew back to the problem at hand.
“Uh, you know his name’s really Big Mac right?”
Shining Armor initially looked confused but he then remembered that fact , “Huh? Oh yeah! Man I’ve been calling him that for so long I guess it just became force of habit.”
“Well come on! We gotta get out of here and get Help for Big Mac, and heck maybe even that dog of his!” Mocha Jon said as he tried to rush for the door, before Shining stopped him.
“Don’t bother, I tried running before he put that spell on me, something about the Everfree keeps bringing anything that leaves back if Woody wants it here, watch…” Shining Armor said as he went and opened the back window. He took the ax on the floor and threw it out of the cabin. After the ax faded in the trees, it started spinning in the opposite direction and returned right back to Shining Armor’s hoof like it was a boomerang.
Mocha Jon was a little intrigued by that and on impulse grabbed an actual boomerang from a drawer and threw it out the window, afterwards it was seen flinging back to him and then turned around on its own and flung back towards the woods then turned back around flinging back to the stallions then turned around again back to the woods and the cycle was continuing on an endless loop. “Okay... that’s just confusing…” He said as he shut the window. “Well then what are we gonna do? I don’t want to spend my Saturday nights masturbating to a sweaty man putting his underarms to my face! If I wanted that I could just call some random pony from Canterlot to do it for an easier price.” He sarcastically said.
Shining Armor sighed and looked down, “I’m sorry, but I think for now until we can come up with a plan, we’ll need to play along and pretend to be under his control…” Shining said as he put his head down on the table in initial defeat… “Man I wish Cadence was here…”
Mocha Jon rolled his eyes, “Okay… Considering the situation we’re in, I’m pretty sure if you had one wish you would be using it on something else!” He sarcastically said.
Back outside, Big Mac was seen putting the raccoon back on the ground and it walked off to the side of the house with the dog, leaving Big Mac and Woody alone. “Hehe, that little chicken reminds me of my old life, and I gotta tell ya, a raccoon’s muzzle is a lof softer to be pecked with than chicken beaks.”
Woody looked around and noticed how the two were all alone, “Ya know Stinky Boots, Sweat Stain is probably taking care of that coffee boy, so for now it’s just ya and me…” He said enticingly as he simply sat down on the dirt. “And ya know how much I love the outdoors…!”
Big Macintosh blushed in response, he was always eager to please the lumberjack, no matter where they were at, “Eeyup, and I know what ya like to do with me…” He said as the swirls in his eyes returned and he sat on the dirt with him, “I am yours to do with as ya please…”
Woody grinned and knew exactly what he wanted to do, “Well since your name’s Stinky Boots, you probably have a good clue, so why don’t you take my boots off first…” Big Mac nodded once with a aint smile on his face as he reached for Woody’s boots, them both beginning to tent. As Big Mac removed his boots, it could be seen that Woody did not have hooves on his bottom legs. After Big Mac removed Woody’s socks, which have been dampened and stained with sweat from all the hard work the stallion puts in, it was revealed that Woody has these unusual appendages instead, these big flat bases that had five nubs on the end of them, “Lemme tell ya, those old boots I used to have were good, but the ones I’ve had for years were much better, that spell that gave me these makes it easy to make my slaves submit. Now be a good boy and give my aching dogs a little massage…” Woody said as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants, reaching one arm down into his underwear.
Big Mac himself bowed his head in submission as he reached his hoof over to the lumberjack’s feet, holding his socks to his face with the other, oozing pre to the scent, “As ya wish Master.”
Woody began softly playing with his cock in his underwear, adjusting it and slowly spinning it, having some fun with it before it becomes fully erect. “Ya like what ya see Stinky Boots? Do you like where your place is?”
Big Mac sighed out in pleasure the more he breathed in the lumberjack’s socks and rubbed his feet, “Eeyup, such a strong scent and such soft skin drenched in sweat just means you’re a man, and that musk is the musk of a hard workin’ man, and a man knows his work is done when he has this sexy musk ya have, it’s an honor to submit myself to such a hard worker as yaself, Master…” He praised, bringing him deeper in the woodspony’s trance.
“Good boy…” He said as his cock became fully erect and he took it out of his underwear, pre coming from it as well. “Ya know Stinky Boots, as good as it feels to be submitted to like this, why don’t you go deeper ad massage them with your nose…? Gettin’ that close to a man’s scent otta help ya forget about that dumb ol’ farm!”
Big Mac just gasped and was shocked from hearing that, normally he himself had to ask for permission to get that close to the lumberjack’s feet, “Do… Do you mean it Master?”
“Of course Stinky Boots… But you’ll need to something for me too…” He said lustfully.
“Eeyup! Please Master, I’ll do anything to be so close to such a manly smell!” Big Mac said eagerly.
Woody chuckled as he let go of his cock, “Boots off Stinky Boots!” The lumberjack ordered. Big MAc looked a little saddened as he needed to remove his hoof from his Master’s foot and put his socks down to obey the command, but Big Mac knew it would be worth it and removed his boots, he had also lost his hooves, “Massage my feet with ya muzzle and massage my glorious shaft with ya feet, now my pet…” Woody said as Big Mac reached over.
“As you wish Master…” Big Mac said as he adjusted himself to where his feet could grab onto the stallions cock and he could still put his muzzle on the stallion’s feet. Almost instantly after the contact was made, Big Mac started kissing the lumberjack’s feet softly, putting small pecks onto each of his toes. As for his cock, he had a little trouble knowing what to do, he was never good at multitasking and he was not used to giving foot jobs.
“Stinky Boots… If you don’t make me cum in the next minute, I won’t let you get near my manly sweat for a month…” Woody threatened as he looked over at Big MAc’s twitching cock and did not want him to cum before his Master.
Big Mac gasped at that threat and knew he had to sacrifice the scent in order to give his Master an orgasm he deserved. He lifted his face and adjusted himself to where his toes could grab onto Woody’s cock more firmly and he squeezed and squeezed all he could until he was almost hurting his toes in the process. He was counting the time in his head and he knew that time was almost up and he was pulling harder and harder. As he counted down in his head from 5 to 1, he sighed when he reached one, thinking he missed his chance. However, when he said one in his head, he felt something soft and warm cove his toes and when he opened his eyes, le noticed the woodspony had came right onto them.
Woody just grinned maliciously, “Good Boy Stinky Boots…” Woody said as he reached his foot over to Big Mac’s and with one touch, the red stllion’s cock instantly ejaculated itself. “Just wait, soon we’ll be able to have just as much fun with that little blue pony…” He said as he cooed Big Mac to start lapping up the mess.
Back inside, Mocha Jon was seen grunting and attempting to pull out from his boots, but they would not come off… “Ugh, okay what’s with these things? I’m pulling straight up but I can’t get my hooves out of these stupid boots! It’s like something’s blocking them or something!"
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...
Shining Armor awoke in bed after a somewhat familiar scent hit his nose, somepony was definitely cooking flapjacks alright. He looked over and noticed Mocha Jon’s bed was empty, not surprisingly, if there was a lot of cakes with sweet syrup on them, that big eater wouldn’t pass that up. Shining also noticed he had a strange pain in his throat, which was strange as he felt fine the night before, “Ugh… What happened last night…?” He asked to himself, his voice very quiet and scratchy, his throat was affecting his speech. His memory was not exactly the best due to his mind being corrupted for so long.
When the unicorn walked into the kitchen, he noticed Woody, Big Mac, Mocha Jon, and Braeburn, who was turned back into a dog, were all eating breakfast. Shining Armor walked over and was nervous not to sound different. “Hey there Sweat Stain, it’s not lika ya ta be late for breakfast.” Big Mac said as he threw an entire stack into his mouth.
Shining Armor initially didn’t know to respond, using the name Sweat Stain normally doesn’t get a lot of attention to a regular stallion. “Huh? Oh yeah, sorry, I think I caught a bug or something.” He said, still quietly and with hoarse.
Woody seemed sympathetic, “Hold up, didn’t ya say ya got a tick stuck on ya back yesterday?”
“Oh yeah, why do you ask?” Shining Armor asked, trying not to seem worried, even though he knows Woody’s true nature, he can’t let him know that.
“It’s the Lickle Tickle Bug, not something I wish on anypony except city slickers, ya better stay here today, don’t want one of my best friends working while he’s sick.” Woody suggested, with the other stallions nodding along.
Shining Armor was actually surprised by this, “Really…? Okay I guess…” Shining wasn’t expecting this evil lumberjack monster guy to be so understanding of this.
Mocha Jon ate a stack of a dozen instantly in one gulp then grabbed the bottle of maple syrup and squeezed it directly into his mouth, “Sorry ya feel so bad man, I was hoping you would be coming with us, ya seem to get me the most.” Mocha said after swallowing and burping casually.
Shining Armor felt nervous about this, but he knew that if he disobeyed that Woody would suspect something was up, “Sorry man, but don’t worry, I know you’ll hold up.” He said as he winked at him, which just made the new lumberjack look confused.
“Stinky Boots, ya should stay with him, yesterday I left ya alone and I regret doing that, ya two should have some one on one time, that sound alright Sweat Stain?” Woody said as he stood up and put his boots on.
“Oh, yeah, I guess that’s okay.” Shining said as he remembered that he should be more willing, “Yes Sir, you always know what’s best!” He tried to say with more confidence, though his voice was still affected.
“Then it’s settled, you two stay with me, and we can go and do enough work for all of us!” Woody said as Mocha Jon also put his work boots on, now that he finally knew how they are put on.
“Perfect, I can’t wait!” Mocha said as he took an axe with pride… But he expectedly got too excited and accidentally flung it out of his hooves… “I recommend ya hold the axe…” HE said as the two and Braeburn made their way out of the cabin.
Shining Armor felt uncomfortable being left with Big Macintosh, what was he going to say, ‘Hey bud, I unhypnotized myself and am working on a plan to escape the woods’? Big Mac on the other hoof, seemed a little happy to be left alone with him though, like he had something to say. “Few, thought they’d never leave!” Big Mac exclaimed as he finished the last of the flapjacks.
Shining Armor looked over and was confused by that comment, he assumed he would be the first pony to say that, “Really? You wanted the Master to leave?” He asked, remembering to refer to Woody as Mac sees him.
“Eeyup, don’t get me wrong, I love him and love servin’ and sniffin’ him and all, but I have some stuff on my chest I wanted to get off, and I trust ya.” Big Mac said as he opened the fridge and pulled out some drinks.
“Believe me I know what it’s like to hide things from him…” Shining whispered to himself, but noticed Big Mac himself was confused by that remark, “Forget it… What’s wrong with you?”
“It’s simple, there’s something I know about ya that Master doesn’t want to talk about, I know all about it.”
Shining Armor looked extremely nervous as he tried to play innocent, “What? What are you talking about?”
Big Mac opened his drink can and plopped on the couch, “Eeyup, I know.”
Shining Armor just sighed and looked down, “Fine, he knew my phrase and…” He began until Big Mac cut him off.
“Ya miss ya family, ya miss ya wife, ya daughter, and ya sister.” Big Mac said as he looked at him understandingly. “I miss my family too.”
Shining Armor was relieved that Big Mac didn’t know he was freed from his mind control, but interested in what he just said, “Really? You miss the Apples? I thought you were so happy here?”
“Eeyup, of course I’m happy here! I love all the hard work, musky stallions, and seemingly unlimited supply of food we have despite the fact that the new guy keeps eatin’ everything.” Big Mac said, with Shining shrugging his shoulders at the latter comment. “But I still miss ‘em. I never even got ta say goodbye…” He said as he sighed and looked down.
Shining Armor looked deeply at the red stallion and empathized with him, “Yeah, like when a colt moves to a new school, even when he makes new friends he misses his old ones.” Shining said for a moment, forgetting that Big Mac was still technically hypnotized, “I know, I wish I could get a chance to tell them goodbye, or maybe have them come by. You know now that I think about it, I’m a little surprised nopony like Cadence ever tried to look for me…” Shining said as he got a huge epiphany…
“I mean I wouldn’t give up this new life for anythin’, but I just want the chance to know my family is still gonna be happy with me gone.” Big Mac said as he crushed his drink can and threw it back away. “I mean maybe just one last goodbye, or maybe we could get one last visit?”
“Yeah, a visit to them would be nice…” Shining said in depression until a lightbulb went off i his head… “Yeah! Actually, that sounds like a great idea! We can ask him to take us to say goodbye in person!” Shining Armor knew that this was the perfect way for Woody to let them back, and even if he wouldn’t let them free from him, somepony would be able to help them.
“Ya know, I really like ya Sweat Stain, I know Master likes givin’ me a lot of attention, but out of everypony in the woods, ya get me the most.”
Shining Armor looked over at Big Mac and grinned, after all the attention Woody gave him, hypnotized or not, it was nice to know Big Mac still cared, “You know, I really like you too, I hope soon we’ll be able to have a lot more conversations like this too Big M…” Shining tried to say until he noticed he was about to use his real name, “Bi.. Bu.. Ugh Ugh… Man, this throat thing is not fun… I hope we can have some more one on one time too… Stinky Boots…” Shining said, understandably embarrassed at having to call his friend such a humiliating name.
Author's Note
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Out in the woods, the two ponies were heading out for their typical work, this time they were standing by the river, the two needed to construct a walkway for transportation. The two were looking around for a tree with weak roots. “So what we gotta do is unroot it from the bottom and latch the edges and in betweens, all exactly four feet apart.” Woody added as he took out the harnesses.
Mocha Jon was trying to listen but because Braeburn was pouncing around on him and attempt to knock him down, he had trouble following, “Uh yeah, sure, I lick them as soon as this big guy lets me go…” Woody rolled his eyes and grabbed Braeburn by the leash and tied him up.
“Not that, that’s for later, I mean until it gets to the water, the harnesses need to be four feet apart.” He said as he saw an unearthed tree near by. “Perfect! You can see the roots rising up over there.” He said as the unicorn walked by it.
“Let me guess, we cut it down one root at a time until it starts to topil?” Mocha sked.
“Um hum, you’re catching on quickly. Why don’t ya take the first swing?” Woody asked as he handed the axe over.
“With pride Sir!” Mocha said as he held the axe up in excitement… until he let go of the axe and it cartoonishly flung out of his hoof and landed right where Braeburn’s leash was tied up, letting him go… “I’ll get better at that…” He said as he was embarrassed.
“Never mind… I’ll do the cutting…” Woody said as Braeburn fetched him the axe and he started cutting the roots.
As Braeburn went back to playfully accosting Mocha, he had a few questions to ask, “I know I ain’t going back to my original home anytime soon, but I still gotta ask, what do ya do with all this wood if we don’t take it to Equestria, what do we do with it?”
Woody seemed suspicious in his response, but then he remembered that the stallion was completely under his control now so he couldn’t do anything, “Oh it’s simple really, I mine all the sap out if the wood as possible and keep it for flapjack syrup, there’s a special quality in the sap that’s allowed me to live this long and gave me mah power ta control stallions like yas.” He said as he sliced one root open effortlessly.
“So THAT’s how you got us all here? That explains a lot!” He said as he tried cutting it again and finally used the axe properly. “So how’d you know it would hypnotize stallions? If you were alone for all those moons before the others came here, what did you use it on?”
“Oh there were lots of animals around the woods, I used them to do all the hard work for me, but after a while I realized stallions were sexier and better workers, so I tried it out, but the first one died many moons ago and ever sense, I’ve been replacing them with new stallions who come in the Everfree Forest,” He said as the tree began falling slightly.
“What happens when mares come by? I mean I’m pretty sure the Elements of Harmony have been in here lots of times, and something tells me they both wouldn’t take too kindly to their brothers’ being turned gay and the only thing being washed is their brains.” He said as he returned the axe to Woody.
“Oh I cause it on them too, but mares are such sissies, I just convince them to leave, that’s all.” He said as the tree fell halfway down. “In fact Sweat Stain’s old wife came by a few days ago, but a simple pit hug got her to forget he even existed.
Jon’s eyes widened in that response, “Okay… I may be under your spell and all but that’s pretty bad to…” He tried to protest until Woody rolled his eyes and shoved Jon’s muzzle into his own pit, he was wearing Woody’s shirt after all, “Oh, never mind, pretty smart idea!” Jon said as he started harnessing the falling tree.
“Rule number one, anything I do is good, got it?” Woody asked.
“Um hum, no protests aside from snarky comments, got it,” Jon responded as he handed the rope to Braeburn who started running it down to help the tree fall. “So you never go into town? Kinda scary thought to just be out in one spot for all eternity if ya ask me.”
Woody threw the axe cartoonishly to another tree, “Actually I go to town once a week, where do you think I get all those cakes you eat from us?” Woody asked, “That yellow stallion who works at that cake shop almost joined me but turns out he’s allergic to maple syrup, couldn’t kill him could I?”
Jon looked confused, “I don’t get you, you are okay with hypnotizing stallions into working for hours and lick your armpits but not giving them hives? I can’t tell if you’re Lawful Evil or Chaotic Good.”
Woody looked a bit angry at that comment, and he didn’t want to deal with that, so he just stomped his boot three times and Mocha Jon fell in his trance again, “Now stop talking until we get back to the cabin, I ain’t wantin’ to talk ‘bout no sissy feelin’s of guilt or compassion, now get to work!”
As the unicorn simply nodded and started chopping limps off the tree (and taking a few whiffs of his boots between swings), Braeburn could tell there was some kind of hostility in his Master’s voice, he wanted to speak up and try to calm him down, but his concern could not be heard outside his loud barks. He just whimpered and decided to wait until night time to ask Shining Armor and Big Mac for help.
Author's Note
After a long hiatus I feel refreshed and am ready to start writing again!