Hope - Chap 2 - My Satyr Daughter Can't Be This Cute

The eggs sizzle furiously as I drop them into the old worn iron pan, tiny splatters of hot oil splashing up and threatening to burn my hand. I turn the heat down just a bit. Still need a good hot pan or they won’t cook right.

I grab the milk from the icebox. Some fresh oat bread that Hope made the other day. Plenty of fresh cream butter, and homemade blackberry preserves from the Apples. Along with the eggs, I can put out a pretty good spread for breakfast.

Loud clops upstairs let me know Hope finished with her shower and is coming down.

This was going to be an awkward breakfast.

My daughter comes around the corner smoothing her hair out, fastening it with her hair clips. Apparently she decided to put on a small cotton shirt, and nothing else. Why can’t she just wear some damn pants? She has the silken look to her fur that ponies only have right out of a light rain or a fresh shower.  Looking positively radiant, she beams when she sees breakfast.

“Daddy! You made breakfast!” She trots over cheerfully, tail swishing from side to side in happiness.  Hope gives me a great big hug. I hesitate for a moment, hands slowly clasping around her waist. I pat her on her head.

“You better eat up before it gets cold.” I said as I turned off the gas to the stove. Joining her, we ate for a few moments in silence. I really didn’t know how to bring this up. But it had to be done sometime…

“Hope?”

She looked up with cute, wide eyed expression, a bit of jam stuck to her upper lip. “Hmm?”

“Did you sleep okay last night? Er, I mean, after you, you know…”

The teen slurped a bit of egg off a chunk of toast, blushing slightly. She gave me the old sly smile she had ever since she was a child. “Slept like a baby.”

Her demeanor was completely different today. Rather than the carefree childish way she handled herself usually, there was a certain calculated movement to her today. The satyr teen was checking me out, rubbing delicate hands over her small breasts, pretending to smooth her shirt as rock hard nipples poked through the thin fabric. She was stretching and arching her back, almost trying to show something off. If I didn’t know better, I would swear she was trying to flirt with me.

We finished eating breakfast without saying a word. She finished first, as usual. But unlike other days, when she would bound away from the table so she could go explore the woods, she just sat there. Nursing a glass of milk, she patiently waited until I had finished eating.

Hope helped me clear the table. I carefully placed the few dishes in the sink, as she placed food back in the icebox. Whenever she walked past, I could feel her furry thigh graze my ass, followed by the wispy caress of her tail.

“Hope…” I said, turning around and motioning towards a chair. “I think we need to talk.”

Almost eagerly she sat down at the now empty table. I poured a cup of coffee. I sure as hell needed it today.

“First off, we’re not ever going to tell anyone about last, right?”

She gave me that smirk again. “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t. Although if you ever start dating anyone again, are you sure you don’t want me to talk you up a bit?”

I furrowed my brow. “Not funny. Look…that was a one-time thing, okay? I know how much it sucks sometimes going through your teen years, and I also know how ponies get when they have those…urges. I just didn’t want my little girl to suffer.”

Hope crossed her arms, with an annoyed look on her face. “I don’t see why it’s such a big deal. It felt really nice, when you did it. The last time it happened, I was at mom’s house. I tried everything, but nothing felt like when you used your hand. What’s the big deal, anyways? We live out here in the middle of nowhere.”

“It’s not right. I’m your father, Hope. I’m sposed to look out for you, not take advantage of you. If anyone found out what we did, I could be thrown in jail, or worse. Anyways, things like this, you just have to keep them to yourself. You’ll figure things out.”

Angrily bringing her hands down on the wooden table, Hope’s voice rose a bit louder. “Who cares what any of those ponies from town thinks!? They practically ran us out of town anyways.”

“Hope you know that’s not true…”

“It is true! Mom said she would get kicked out of her house if I stayed there for long. Every pony in that damn town hates us!” She looked up at me, eyes growing wet as she started to cry. “If we can be happy together, why shouldn’t we? You told me before, you probably won’t ever see another human. And I’ll never see another satyr. So why shouldn’t we…”

I just sat there, watching her cry. My heart twisted up at her last words. It was true she would never find another like her. A cruel fate that I had inflicted on her. I got up and walked over to her, rubbing her back as she sobbed quietly.

“You don’t know you’ll never find someone, Hope. Love comes from all kinds of weird places. I bet no one would have thought your mom and I would have ever met, let alone have a kid.”

“Yah, that turned out great, didn’t it?”

Shrugging off the insult, I straightened her hair clip out as I ran a finger through her soft, mint colored hair. “You might find a pony that loves doing all the things you do. Somepony that loves the outdoors, sleeping until noon, and not doing homework?”

She stayed slumped on the table, but at least her crying stopped. “Fat chance. I hate pretty much every pony in Ponyville.”

I chuckled at her. “Now come on. I know for a fact you haven’t met EVERY pony in Ponyville.” Reaching down, I picked up the surprised little satyr, propping her up in her chair. “Now c’mon, let’s do something. I’ll take a day off. We’ll do whatever you want to do.”

Hope noticeably perks up at those words. “Can we go out to the lake? We could go fishing and camp tonight.”

“Well, I guess we could. It’s Saturday tomorrow anyways.” I said, even as I cringed a bit. I really disliked camping. Ever since bad memories as a kid where we would venture out into the wilderness as a family and spend a week in misery so we could have our cheap, shitty vacation in the majesty of nature. And now with the Everfree being so close, there were actually concerns about how safe the woods actually were.

But Hope on the other hand had a nearly insatiable desire to be in the outdoors. Ever since we moved towards the outskirts of town, it was nearly impossible to keep her out of the dense tree cover of the forest. I used to worry about her going out there. That stopped long ago, though. She probably was more at home out there than anyone I could think of.

Maybe the hike to the lake would help me clear my head. I started gathering some things up, as Hope excitedly clopped up the stairs to get her things. The more I packed, the more I assured myself. This was exactly what we needed; to do things as a family. Good, wholesome activities.



Sweating and winded, I look up ahead at my girl bounding through the stony pathways. The sun is out in a cloudless sky, beaming brightly through clearings in the thick canopy. Her bright mint fur flashes when it catches the rays, powerful muscles flexing and easily clearing obstacles in her path. I’m always amazed by how well Hope can get around sometimes.

Being the father, I of course carried nearly all our gear. That was a horrible mistake. Taking a long drink from my water bottle, I brace against a tree to rest. “Hope…” I wheezed. “Come back, I need a…need a rest.”

She was completely out of sight. Rocky piles gave way to a dense tree line of oaks and maples up ahead. She couldn’t have gotten that far…

“Hey daddy!” Hope whispered, poking out from behind my tree.

“Shit!” I cried as I tumbled onto my back, startled by the little satyr. Trying to right myself, I looked up at the little shit, a huge grin on her face. She walked over, and unclipped our tent and her sleeping bag, taking a good twenty pounds off my back. Easily shouldering the load, Hope offers me her hand, helping me up.

“Thanks.” I mumble, following after. She handles the extra weight easily as we continue on. Sometimes I need to remind myself she’s not a little girl anymore.

We actually made good time to the lake. It’s a place Hope and I like to consider our secret spot. I don’t think any ponies ever come this far into the Everfree. But they really should. It reminds me of some scenic landscape you would see in a commercial for Canada or something. The ground is completely clear, with nothing but a blanket of pine needles. Thick trunked conifers blot out the sky above. The shore slopes lazily down to a crystal clear lake, surrounded by rocky outcroppings. It really does feel like a secret when you first come up to it. As if you’re all alone in the whole world out here.

Hope immediately charges the water, hooves splashing happily as she cools off. I have to smile to myself as I start unloading our gear. I make a small fire ring, and pitch the tent. It’s a pretty small one, but it’s damned heavy. Ponies never invented fiberglass or nylon I guess. It’s made of some sort of flexible wood, and heavy oiled sailcloth. I purposely leave both flaps open, since I already can feel how hot it’s going to be that night.

Grabbing my fishing pole, I join Hope near the water. She’s already relaxing on the grassy bank, a red bobber already gliding across the mirror still surface. I cast off, launching my lure deep into the middle of the lake.

Hope looks up with an impetuous glare. “You are such a showoff.” I just chuckled as I sat down next to her, slowing pulling the lure back. I usually went without a bobber at all, since it could sometimes spook fish in the crystal clear water.

She leans her head gently back on my chest as she watches her bobber in the shallows. “Why do you do that, anyways?”

“What, reel it in slowly? Well the lure is meant to look like another little fish. If it just sits there, it doesn’t look very much like a real fish. By doing this I put up a big sign, ‘Fresh fishy here, come and get it!”

I could hear her giggle as she pulled in her own lure. It was designed to look like a little worm. She cast it again, trying to get it deeper this time.

Watching her bobber, I felt a surprise jerk on my rod, as my hook set hard into a fish. Hope jumped up in excitement, as I reeled slowly, testing the size of my catch. It didn’t feel like anything too big. You never really knew though. We used to go swimming in the lake until we saw some kind of ancient Equestrian fish species that was as long as Hope. We mostly stuck to the shallows from that day on.

It jumped a short ways out, trying frantically to break the line. Hope squealed in delight, dropping her own rod and getting ready to haul in the catch. It looked like some sort of a salmon. I have absolutely no clue what some of these fish are even called. But at least they were usually tasty.

Not a whole lot of effort was required to pull it in. It wasn’t nearly as big as my record; some sort of boney catfish that was over three feet long. We ended up trying to use him as bait. Even fried that fish had tasted terrible.

Nimble hands grabbed the line when I pulled him into the shallows. Hope held up the fish triumphantly. It was a good foot and a half long and definitely a keeper. She expertly grabbed the head and removed my hook. “Mmmm, he looks delicious.” Hope said, holding the fish up to her face and looking into its glassy eyes. “Good one!” She dropped the fish in a mesh knit basket we kept in the water for our catch.

As she fawned over the wriggling fish in the basket, I noticed her bobber suddenly pull under. Reaching frantically for her rod, I tumbled into the water, barely grasping the wrapped bamboo handle, feeling a strong pull on the line as it struggled in vain to pull away. “Hope!” I sputtered, trying to find my feet in the rocky lake bottom.

I could hear her gasp as she ran to help, splashing down nearby; she grabbed the rod, giving me a moment to right myself and wipe lake water from my face. She dug her hooves into the lake bed, pulling in the second fish quickly. Completely soaked, I slogged back to shore, wringing water from my drenched clothes. I looked up to see a delighted satyr pull in her catch. It was another boney catfish, about a foot long. She didn’t seem to mind, as she popped the hook from his wide, toothless mouth. Hope held the ugly thing high up, like a trophy.

She brought it back, and was about to place it in our basket. “C’mon, don’t put that thing in there. They taste terrible, remember?” I said, pulling off waterlogged shoes.

“But he’s so cute. How can you hate this face?” She held the offending fish up to me. It looked like an old bullhead catfish, only with multiple whiskers and boney plates on it. It was truly the ugliest fish in existence.

“What are you going to do, keep him as a pet?” I chuckled.

She laughed at that thought. “Sure. We could keep him in the bathtub, right?”

“I am not taking a bath with such an ugly fish.”

The catfish suddenly flopped with unexpected force, its slimy skin slipping out of Hope’s hands. She fumbled for a moment, before the fish dropped into the water, darting into the deeper water. “Aw. I think you hurt his feelings.”

“Hmph, he’s probly used to the other fish making fun of him.” I said as I strung up my shirt on a branch to dry. At least it was a hot day. I settled back against the grassy bank again, flipping my lure into the water.

Hope washed her hands, kicking water free from her hooves as she walked over and lay down next to me. She placed her rod down in the grass, resting her slightly wet hair on my chest, and I reached a hand around her, stroking the top of her head gently. We sat like that for a while in the afternoon sun, just watching my line lazily ebb through the water. I kept running my hand through her minty hair until I felt her become still and loose against me as Hope dozed off. I fished a bit more, not really wanting to catch anything, knowing it would wake her.

I’m glad I took the day off.



We ate like kings that night thanks to a couple good sized trout. I put a little oil in my old cast iron pan, holding it with a towel until it was screaming hot. I put the gutted fish in whole, smiling at the satisfying sizzle as they danced around in the pan. Hope watched with a mesmerized look. She loved watching me cook outdoors.

I took a bag of seasoning and sprinkled it liberally on the fish as I flipped them. Hope took some potato chunks and roasted them on sticks, coating them with plenty of oil. Not quite as good as fries, but it would do.

Eating down at the lake, we watched the sun slip behind a rocky cliff, listening to the sounds of the woods change from day to night. This was one thing I loved about spending time outdoors with her. She could sit and be still when she wanted to. I enjoyed the silence of nature and I sensed she did too.

I felt delicate hands wrap around my arm. “Daddy…do you still love mom?”

There was quickly a knot in my stomach as the simple question hit me hard. A dozen ways to explain this to my daughter washed through my mind. I could always go with the generic ‘Of course’. But that really didn’t seem fair.

“Well…I still do, in a way. She was a great mare, Hope. Your mother was always the most inquisitive, carefree pony I ever met. When others would be apprehensive or scared, she would always be asking questions, trying to figure things out.”

I reached around and held my daughter tighter. I could feel her breathing calmly as I cradled her to my chest. “But I don’t like how she’s acting now. She never used to be bitter against anypony. She was always kind and gentle to every creature she met. And I want you to always remember, I don’t want you to become like that, Hope. Don’t ever close your heart up like that, okay?”

She was quiet for a moment. But then she put a hand on my arm, and spoke quietly, “I promise.”

“Dad?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think you’ll ever make up with mom? Do you think you’ll ever be able to be together again?”

I really didn’t have to think about that for long. Just the mention of Lyra reminded me of all the time we spent together. When she showed my around Ponyville the first time. The way I slept on her couch for months, and how she asked so many questions about me and where I came from. I remembered the first night we slept together…

“I really would like to, Hope. Someday.”



The night turned into humid and warm as we slept in the tent. Sleeping on top of our bags, I had unfurled two flaps so they hung slightly open, but there was no way we could keep the tent completely open, or the bugs would have carried us away. It’s amazing that even here in Equestria they still had their share of annoying, stinging insects. Maybe they just exist anywhere there are sentient beings, just to drive them into a rage.

I had fallen asleep easily enough. But now in the palpable nighttime, I woke to a strange feeling against my body. My legs felt hot and moist with sweat, as I realized Hope had cradled her body against mine, her fur pressed against my bare legs. The air in the tent was musky with the scent of her heat. Humid air made the scent even more pronounced. I was in a virtual sweatbox of satyr pheromones.

As I turned to my side to try to create some room, I realized the reason I had been roused from my sleep. Gentle movements came from Hope as she was moving her muscled thighs against my crotch. She was obviously humping my leg, a serene look on her sleeping face. In a passing breeze I felt a slick wetness between us, and immediately realized her thighs were wet from her actions. She made small moaning noises, perhaps having some teenaged satyr type of wet dream.

Sighing, I push the sleeping girl onto her side, distancing myself from her. I roll onto my side, hoping I can get some rest.

I didn’t expect the small shove to wake her up. I couldn’t tell at first, of course. It was only after a hesitant hand wrapped around my bare chest that I knew she was awake. Staying still, I waited for her to get confortable and fall asleep. But it was not to be.

Slick sliding sounds faintly came from Hope, as I realized she was gently rocking, pleasuring herself not more than a few inches from me. It was fine, I told myself. She was still in her heat. She’d be done soon and we could finally get some sleep.

I could hear her muted gasps as she found the sensitive places I had shown her, exploring deeper than she had ever gone before. In my mind I could picture her rubbing in between those mint colored thighs, teasing herself to climax. Her thighs would rub against me, ever so softly, as she spasmed slightly at the pleasure. The sounds of sex filled the silent tent.

As I waited for her to finish, an unexpected touch wrapped over my thighs. She obviously thought I was still sleeping. Her damp hand trailed over my boxers, fingers still sticky from her sex. She found my rock hard member, a bit of shock felt from her hand as she ran a finger over it. The feeling of human hands on me after all these years, it was…it was…

“Hope.”

She froze, hand still wrapped around my dick, feeling it through the thin fabric. I reached down and pushed her away.

“I thought we talked about this.”

There was lustiness to her voice. She was obviously deep into the lust brought by her body. “Daddy, it’s okay. It’s just us out here. No one will ever know.”

“We’ll know, Hope. And I don’t care what you think, you’ll hate me someday if I did this.”

Her sticky fingers ran up my leg, pulling on the hem of my boxers, trying to drag them off me. “I could never hate you. Just let me see it. I can already tell you want me to touch it. If it gets hard, that means you want me, doesn’t it?”

“You need to go back to bed.” I said, distancing myself as far as possible from her. It seemed to sink in. She curled up slightly, retreating back to her side of the tent. “Hope…goodnight. I still love you, okay?”

She didn’t say anything back. But as I lay there, dozing off in the humid night, I could hear her rubbing herself again. The sounds of wet fur rubbing itself; of a human hand desperately seeking release. I heard her rapid breathing as she finally came.

That’s my girl.