[Satyr] Hope's Hair clips

>Day Shopping in Equestria.
>The bell hanging above the department store's door jingles as you and your family enter.
>A clerk behind a desk smiles as you walk further into the building, red vest giving off a small sheen.
>”Welcome. Let me know if you need any help.”
“We will, thanks.”
>For some reason hearing employees offer to help you always bugged you.
>Whether it be from a human or a pony, that same hollow offer felt annoying.
>”Come on Hope, let's see if we can't find anything here that you want.”
>Lyra and Hope both head towards the mare's section of the store
>Letting off a sigh, you head towards the furniture department, letting your daughter browse another store where she would find nothing of interest to her.
>It was the weekend before she started school and she had been moping around the house for a few days.
>If you had to guess, it would be a mixture of nerves and not wanting another hair cut.
>She was able to continuously push it off by pulling at your heartstrings.
>With good reason.
>Pony's couldn't cut her hair without pulling and you lacked the skill to leave it in a way where she still looked female.
>Lyra decided that getting a small gift might cheer Hope up.
>So far, there's been no luck.
>A small crash grabs your attention.
>”Sorry mommy.”
>Her hair had gotten so long that she was nearly blinded by it now.
>You blame your genes for that.
>The way her hair grew was a strange mixture of Lyra's and your own.
>It seemed to spike a bit near the center where it wouldn't bother her eyes, but the sides drooped straight down and acted like two blinds when long enough.
>Grimacing, you know you will have to fight with her to cut it today.
>Letting of another sigh, you look over new furniture for the house.
>The store had a surprisingly varied assortment of sizes available.
>Some of the stuff looked to be large enough for Minotaurs.
>Which may just work out well for you.
>... Very well.
>In front of you is a recliner, one covered in soft plush looking cushioning and it's large enough for you to practically sleep on.
>Stepping closer, you decide to test it.
“Oh lord...”
>Looks aren't always deceiving.
>This chair was made for your ass and back.
>You MUST have it!
>Grabbing the tag, you debate on whether this is a good deal or a rip off.
>On one hand, it is made for the size of Minotaur's and has a price that reflects it.
>On the other, Lyra might strangle you if you bought this without consulting her.
>Well, not strangle... deny sex or give you -the look-.
>Your wife wasn't a violent mare, but she had a way to get people to move how she wanted without manipulation.
>It was a bit creepy, but strangely arousing.
>No one mare should have all that power.
>”Excuse me sir?”
>The clerk from before is speaking to you, causing you to stand and cough.
“Yes?”
>”If you are interested in buying that chair, we are having a sale in a few days. I would recommend putting it off until then.”
>Wow, that was surprisingly generous.
“Er, thanks. I'll keep that in mind.”
>The stallion nods and resumes patrolling the store.
>Well, looks like you'll be going home with a recliner soon enough.
>You wonder what else this place has.


>Cocking your head, you are staring at a nice sized wooden chest.
>It's not too expensive, comes in oak or pine, looks like something Hope would actually want to use, and is bigger than the plastic one she has at home.
“Hmm...”
>”Still browsing, sir?”
>The same stallion has been helping you whenever you looked interested in something.
>From what he's told you, he's also been trying to help Lyra and Hope.
>With little success, but still.
“Actually, does this come built or is assembly required.”
>He looks at a tag glued to the side and smiles.
>”Well, it looks like this model comes pre-built, but there is a delivery fee.”
“What? It can't be that heavy.”
>He steps aside and you try to lift the mid sized wooden box.
>...
>Okay, maybe it is that heavy.
“Agh, how much is the delivery fee?”
>”Not that expensive sir, just a few bits extra. Average is seven to twelve for purchases of this size.”
>Well, it's affordable.
“All right, can I take one of these in oak?”
>The stallion pulls out a notepad and pen from his vest, scribbling down the product number before making his way back to the front desk.
>”Very good sir, I'll ring it up for you when you are ready to leave.”
>Good kid.
>Continuing into the store, you find yourself in the -womens- section.
>Guess it was built with other species in mind after all.
>”Hi daddy.”
>Looking around, you see Hope and Lyra.
>Your daughter is smiling, eye's beaming wide.
>Lyra walks towards you, a softer smiler than her daughter's.
>”Well, we finally found something Hope wants.”
“What? Really?”
>The excited Satyr girl nods and points to a glass case.
>Stepping forward, you peek inside it.
>The case is filled with various jewelry and accessories.
>Her finger seems to be pointing to a gaudy shell necklace.
“You want a necklace?”
>”No! Next to the necklace.”
>She wags her finger left and you shift your gaze.
>There are two very large hair clips inside.
>They look to be just a bit smaller than your fists.
>Expensive too.
“Hope, are you sure you want these?”
>”Uh huh! I do daddy!”
>Rubbing your chin, you look over to Lyra.
>”Heh, she's been here practically begging for them for five minutes. I'm pretty sure she wants them dear.”
>Nodding you look to Hope.
“If we get these for you, you'll have to take care of them.”
>”I will!”
“No, I mean really take care of them. Make sure they don't break, you don't lose them, and treat them well.”
>”I will daddy!'
“Promise me Hope.”
>”Pinky promise?”
>You smile as you extend your pinky out.
“That's right.”
>Lyra giggles, clearly thinking of the OTHER Pinkie promise that you two would use back in Ponyville.
>Hope wraps her pinky around yours and you two shake.
“Okay. They're yours then Hope. Treat them well and don't break your pinky promise.”
>She nods and hugs you, then rushing to hug her mother.
>As if on cue, the clerk appears.
>”Did your daughter find something she likes?”
“Yeah, see those two hair clips. Ring them up with the chest, please.”
>”Right away sir.”
>The stallion unlocks the case and grabs the clips, heading back to the front desk.
>Lyra steps next to you, a small smirk on her face.
>”Chest?”
“A little thing I thought Hope could use.”
>”Mhmm. Did you find anything for yourself?”
“Well, there was this one recliner, but it's going on sale soon. I can think about getting it then.”
>Your wife pulls you down and plants a soft peck on your cheek.
>”Well, I'm sure you deserve a reward for being so patient with us aaand thinking of your daughter~”
>Chuckling, you know where this is going.
>You run a hand down her cheek, giving her a soft kiss before looking to Hope.
>”Come on, we still have to go pay for everything.”
>Your daughter nods, walking behind you and jumping on your back.
>Placing a hand under her thighs, she wraps her hands around your neck.
>Lyra places her hoof in your free hand as you carry your daughter to the front of the store.


>”Are they on yet daddy?”
“Almost, you need to stop squirming.”
>Making a final adjustment, you let go and look your daughter's head over.
>You think you may have figured out why she wanted them so large.
>Every stray hair that was blinding her is now neatly fitted in on the hair clips.
>It makes it look like Hope has two bushels of hay sticking out of the sides of her head.
>It works though, considering some of the other hair styles you've seen.
>Besides, she looks down right adorable with her hair as long as it is mixed with the cheek to cheek smile she has.
>”Can you give me the mirror daddy?”
>Handing the little girl the mirror, she looks herself over.
>”Heh, I don't need a haircut now, do I?”
>Lyra giggles, petting her daughter on the head with her hoof as gently as she can.
>”No, not a hair cut. You just need a trim now.”
>Fear sweeps over Hope's face.
>”B-But the hair isn't in my eyes anymore.”
“No, but it is sticking out in a few places. We'll just cut off the extra long strands so they match with the others, okay?”
>She gulps and nods.
>”No hair cut?”
>Taking your daughter's hand, you lead her towards the bathroom.
“No hair cut.”
>Sitting her on the toiler, you grab a pair of scissors and make quick work of the out of place strands.
>Hope quivers the entire time.
>Smiling, you pet her head and hand her the mirror.
“All done.”
>She lets off a confused grunt and looks in the mirror.
>”I still look like a girl!”
>Lyra bursts out in laughter, heading towards the kitchen.
“Heh, yes you do. Now come on, it's time for dinner.”
>Hope jumps off the seat, grabbing your hand while giving you another front tooth-less smile.
>You only pray she doesn't break her promise and keeps those expensive clips safe for a good long time.