Hope - Chap 3 - A Dusty Trail

The next morning, the sun’s ray’s stream through the trees, reflecting off the mirror like surface of the lake. I woke early, as usual. Hope’s sleeping form is next to me, hair matted to her head, a pillow clutched tightly against her face. She’s dozing quietly, pony like legs twitching occasionally in some distant dream.

Smiling, I opened the flap to the tent, happy to find a cool breeze blowing in through the woods. The wind will keep the worst of the insects away, and hopefully keep the temperature down.

Busying myself, I start breakfast. A bit of water from the lake, and a pouch of flour, powdered milk, baking powder, and other ingredients from home, and I’m in business. A large flapjack is soon happily flipping in our iron skillet.

A small satyr nose twitches in the tent. The smell must be way too tempting. Hope pokes her face out of the flap, her hair unbound now, dangling loosely on her face. She smiles when she sees the pancakes. Bounding out of the canvas tent, she plops down next to me, watching as I expertly flip our breakfast. Offering the finished pancake to her, I motion I’ll flip it to her directly from the pan. She holds out her plate, waiting, eyes as big as saucers.

Laughing, I rustled her hair with my free hand, depositing the pancake gently on her plate. Without saying a word, she smirked at me, gratefully accepting her breakfast. She dug in heartily as I started on my own.

The silence while we eat is strangely comforting. Besides the birds singing in the trees, and soft rustling of leafy branches, both of us enjoy the quiet morning. Hope finishes eating quickly, anxious to enjoy the perfect weather of the fledgling day. Placing her plate down, she tosses her shirt off casually, thick pony legs propelling her towards the still water. Clad only in her panties, she splashes into the clear water, diving when the water reaches her waist. She swims expertly out to the middle of the lake; her powerful legs working just as well in water as on land.

We both enjoyed the day, Hope swimming and chasing the odd fish that would stray into the shallows, me sitting with my old fishing pole, mostly enjoying her happiness then watching my bobber. The sun was low in the sky when we set off for home again. I thought she would be disappointed, but she seemed to glow with happiness even as we packed our things and tossed dirt on our campfire. Just last year she had pouted the whole way home…

Near dark we reached our cozy little home. Hope trotted ahead with newfound energy, chasing lightning bugs in the thick grass as she frolicked along the path. Just as she crested the hill to our home, she stood stock still, fixated on something in the distance. Initially worried, I forgot my weariness and ran to her, my mind filling with shock at the sight.

Lyra sat near our door, resting on a wood bench, curled up in a ball of minty fur. She hadn’t realized we were back yet. Hope looked up at me with a look of trepidation. It was strange, really. My mind initially brought back all the things she had said to our daughter. I should hate her. But looking into those soft hazel eyes, there was no hate left in my body. I simply grinned at her, nodding. Hope took off like a flash, pouncing on the prone pony, waking her with a giant hug. I could see Lyra startle at the contact, then smile widely, nuzzling the little satyr’s neck.

I suspect if I hadn’t walked up on them, they may have been like that all night. Hope still loved her mother dearly, and they hardly saw each other since we moved. I walked up silently on them, carefully placing my pack down on the porch. It was only by chance Lyra glanced up and saw me, her eyes locking on mine.

“Hope…” I spoke quietly to her. “Can your mother and I have a few minutes alone?”

As if she had forgotten I was there, my daughter jumped backwards, fumbling on her hooves as she tried to scoot around me towards the door. “Oh! Of course, I’ll, um, I’ll put some coffee on, okay?”

“That would be great, honey.”

As she clopped towards the kitchen, I turned towards Lyra. With the light of the entry way on, I could see her clearly. She was a mess. Dusty from the long trip in from town, and an unkempt mane from not brushing it for days. Only in the dim light could I now see her muzzle was streaked with newly shed tears. Her eyes looked at me, nearly quivering from the bench, but still defiant and strong.

Something told me I should let her talk first. We sat in the cooling night air for a few moments, just looking into each other’s eyes.

“I see Hope is doing well. That’s good.” Lyra said, breaking the silence. I breathed a slight sigh of relief.

“She’s really getting to be quite the young lady. I can hardly keep up with her anymore.” I replied with a disarming grin. Lyra was still stoic, looking at me with her featureless face. Unless they’re trying, ponies are so damn hard to read. “What brings you here so late at night? I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

Snorting as only a pony could, Lyra settled her head back on her forelegs, dismissing me. “Only a few hours. I need an excuse to come visit my daughter now?”

“That’s not what I meant…”

I wanted to reach out at that moment and comfort her. Part of me just wanted to feel her warm coat against my hand, and brush her mane until she was putty in my hands. I could feel she didn’t want anything to do with me. The chill in the warm summer night was palpable. Luckily Hope broke the silence with two steaming mugs of coffee. She beamed widely as she gave them to me, twirling and heading back inside. “I’m just going to head off to bed, Daddy. Goodnight, Mom.” She said, Lyra turning to smile softly at her. “You two don’t stay up too late, okay?”

Giving her my best deadpan expression, she giggled briefly and trotted upstairs, leaving me alone with her mother.

Her head still turned from me, I could think of nothing else to do, but walk over and offer the coffee as some sort of peace offering. As I sat down I realized how stupid I must look, fawning over this mare like a little kid.

Tendrils of light green magic gripped the mug, lifting it to her lips. She drank deeply even though it was quite hot.

“I can get you some water, if you’d like that more.”

Lyra placed the cup down carefully, before slowly bringing her gaze towards me. Her eyes were wet with fresh tears, dripping down her muzzle and onto the dusty porch. Her voice wavered slightly as she spoke to me. “You have to tell me truthfully. Have I…I mean, do you hate me? For what I’ve done?”

Looking at her in that moment, all coldness I had in my heart shattered. She was sitting before me now like she was when we first met, so disarming and vulnerable. Lyra had trusted me completely when I had first met her. And it was only now that I realized she never could change that part of herself.

I didn’t have to say anything. Leaning forward, I reached my arms around her neck, clutching her tightly to me. Feeling her nuzzle deeply against my neck, I stroked her mane gently. I could feel wet tears fall on my neck. I didn’t know if she could tell I was crying too.


Hope was asleep already as we crept up into my bedroom. I had offered to sleep on the couch, but Lyra was having none of it. The coffee and cuddling had left me invigorated. The days of constant teasing from my daughter had left me in a near insatiable state, hungry for the caress of a female.

Running a hand against Lyra’s flank, I was met with a swift kick to the shin. Hopping at the sudden pain, I looked at the pony with a puzzled look.

She scowled at me. “What do you think, I’m some two bit whorse? You near abandoned me, and you just expect me to come back, begging to be mounted by some hairless ape?”

Sitting down, I stumbled for words. “I just thought you wanted to…”

I felt magic push against my chest, flipping me from the chair and onto the cold wood floor. A hoof pressed on my stomach with surprising force, sliding down slightly until it rested painfully on my member. Lyra could tell I was already aroused, straining against her hard hoof, seeking access to her more supple body.

“I only came back for Hope, not for you. I only hope you have been raising her right, or I might have to get angry with you.” She pressed down ever so softly, stroking down the shaft and pushing it harder. Her actions only made me harder, increasing my discomfort.

At last I could take no more. I rolled her suddenly, hearing her gasp in shock as I forced her to her back, pushing my weight against her hooves and holding her. Lyra looked at me angrily, lighting her horn to push me off. I read her too well though. Lunging forward, I kissed her deeply, first forcing her lips apart, but soon finding her welcoming me in, intertwining her tongue with mine. Her magic dissipated as she relaxed, putting me completely in control.

I broke away a few moments later, looking into her eyes as she lay splayed out beneath me. “I still don’t know if I can forgive you for leaving me.” She said softly.

Reaching down I kissed her neck. I could taste a light taste of sweat, mixed with the shampoo she always used on her body. I could feel her push against me, inviting me to explore further. “And you’ve been telling Hope nasty things about other ponies not liking her.” I kissed up to her sensitive ear. Nibbling on it, Lyra cooed against my neck as she pushed against me. “Maybe we should just agree to hate each other?”

Lyra had gathered her sense together enough to focus on me. I could feel my pants being undone with her skillful will. The zipper went down, and invisible hands pulled the denim from my body. My fully erect manhood pressed against her soft fur, rubbing between her slightly mounded breasts, the thin cotton of my boxers forming the only barrier between us.

She pulled away for a moment, looking into my eyes with a crazed look of lust that I hadn’t seen in years. “I can live with that.” She whispered.

Her horn glowed, and I felt my shaft gripped in her magic. She clutched it gently, smirking at me as she teased the sensitive skin. I groaned as she tickled the underside of the glans. I could feel myself spasm against the cotton briefs, pushing harder against her warm nethers.

“You’re the one raising Hope now, anyways. If she got any ideas about ponies, who’s to say you didn’t put them there?” Lyra spoke sweetly, as she reached over and licked my neck with her rough tongue, obviously enjoying the look of futility on my face as she worked my dick.

“You…always were such a cocktease.” I murmured as the waves of pleasure wracked my brain, making my whole body stiff against her furry frame. She cooed as she nuzzled her head against my chest, wispy mint mane flowing over my face.

Gleaming white teeth shone in the dim light of the room as she grasped the waist of my briefs, pulling them down with a sultry look in her eyes. My rod sprang free of its prison, a thin stream of my precum splattering on my chest. Now fully nude before her, my aquamarine mare licked her way up my left leg, tongue lapping at my balls before kissing the head of my dick, lapping up my juices greedily.

I knew I wouldn’t last long. Ashamed as I was to admit it, I’d had a case of blue balls ever since Hope entered her heat. Having the only mare I loved before me, literally bathing my shaft with her warm tongue, I could already feel myself thrusting against her, eager for release.

She felt it too. My hand clutched her mane hard, and she squealed in delight as I shuddered against her, cumming hard as she lapped the underside of my shaft with hard, steady strokes. I covered my stomach with cum, the last few spurts decorating her minty muzzle. Lyra eagerly lapped it up, swallowing all she could get. She suckled the tip of my dick, bringing shudders of delight through my body as she worked on the overly sensitive tip.

Looking up at me with cum droplets covering her face, she smiled a wicked grin. “That was quick. Did you miss me?”

I was still panting, finally letting my head rest against the floor as I felt my orgasm subside. “You really have no idea.” I said quietly between quickened breaths.

Getting to her feet, Lyra reached a forehoof between her legs, before offering it to me, drenched in her juices. I licked it for her, tasting her again for the first time in years.

It tasted amazing.

“Are you sure you want to have a filthy human do this? I ruined your life, right?

If her expression changed, she didn’t show it. She left her hoof against my face, letting me lick my way up her leg. “I told you already we were both different anyways. You didn’t ruin anything. I’m done blaming you for how I am.” Reaching my hands up, I massaged her flanks, feeling her knees almost buckle at the unexpected sensation. “”Ahhh, st…stop teasing. Just do it already!”

I chuckled at her. “Do what?”

Her eyes were clenched shut as I moved my hands around her flank, fingertips tickling her outer lips. She gasped as she pushed her body against mine. She was practically panting as I teased her. “I…I want them inside!”

“Hmm?” I tickled my index finger against her clit, feeling her wink hard against my palm. The heat from her sex was impossible to ignore.

“I need your fingers inside me!”

Chuckling, I gave her what she needed. Pushing two digits inside, I tickled her sensitive velvet walls, feeling her contract hard, warm mare juices flooding against my palm. I could tell she was lost in ecstasy as she buried her head in my neck, mewling softly as I ravished her with my hand. I pushed her head against mine, her eyes going wide for a moment as I kissed her, her tongue pushing against mine as she got into it. I could feel her breath catch in her throat each time I found her most sensitive spots, drinking it all in as I made out sloppily with her.

Breaking away, she rubbed her muzzle against me, her face flushed crimson as I brought her closer. “I never left because of you. I love you so much. I never could find anyone else like you.” She whispered through staggered breaths.

“I never could either.” I said quietly, stroking her clit hard with my thumb. Her front legs went limp, and her weight fell against my side. I cradled her against me, bracing her with my free arm as she shuddered through a powerful orgasm. Her soft moans were warm against my chest, as her marehood kept spasming for well over a minute against my fingers.

We collapsed on the wooden floor, bodies sticky with sex. Cradling her head against my chest, I just stroked her body, enjoying the feel of her soft fur. Working tangles from her mane, she nuzzled against me, enjoying the afterglow. A stray hoof worked down against my groin, stroking me. It wasn’t long before I was hard again. Lyra just looked up at me and giggled. She hadn’t been like this for years. It was good to have her back, if only for that night, and that moment.

I pushed her on top this time, letting the pony ride me instead. She took me completely, smiling as she felt me fill her. Working slowly at first, the mint mare rode me in the moonlight of the room, her snatch bringing me to ecstasy in no time. The two of us writhed around on the floor, catching up on all those lost years.

So engrossed in each other, neither of us noticed the soft steps of hooves in the hallway, or the pair of hazel eyes watching us intently.