[Satyr] Hope's Nightmare Night

>Day Sugar rush in Equestria.

>”Nightmare night! What a fright! Give us something sweet to bite!”

>Standing with Lyra a few feet from the kids, you watch as the couple in front of you give each of the children some candy.

>It was Nightmare Night, aka: Hope's second favorite holiday.

>Along with your daughter, you are spending the evening with Manny, his mom, and Bindy.

>You watch as the three kids and Minotaur woman rejoin you and Lyra.

>Hope is smiling wide as she presents you her bag... you think.

>She decided to go as something a bit different this year.

>The hero, Slenderman.

>How she can see through that mask and why she chose it to be green is beyond you.

>Betty brushes a smudge off of Manny's horn as he fusses.

>Apparently his father wanted him to go as Borat, a Minotaur general from way back when.

>Bindy is showing Hope her bag as the two girls chat.

>... Bindy is going as a binder.

>Ironic?

>Yes.

>Fitting?

>... Noooooooo.

“So, which street should we hit next?”

>Bindy raises her hoof.

>”Ooh! Ooh! Can we stop by my house next? My mom and dad are giving out jumbo candy bars!”

>Hope squeals and Manny seems to jump at the idea.

>”Well what're we waiting for?”

>As Bindy leads the two kids along, Lyra tries to keep up with them.

>Betty sighs and brings a hand to her cheek.

>”Thank you again for letting Manny come along with Hope.”

>You flash the mother a smile as you follow your wife.

“We do this every year Betty, it's always nice to see him and Hope having fun.”

>The Minotaur woman seems to choke up a bit.

>”I-I know, but still. Thank you.”

>You furrow your brow with concern.

“Is something wrong Betty?”

>She sniffles, failing to hide that something is bothering her.

>”N-Nothing deary, just allergies.”

“Betty, if it's anything I can help with-”

>”J-Just letting Manny play with Hope is help enough. Please, trust me.”

>Deciding to listen to her, you drop the subject and continue to follow the kids as they make their way from house to house, slowly heading towards Bindy's.

 

 

>”Ahhhhahah!”

>Hope is gobbling up the gummy worms she got as quickly as she can, her mask tossed to the side.

>”Mmm! I'll trade you one of my gum packs for that pack of jelly beans, Manny.”

>”Deal!”

>While your daughter gorges herself on sugar worms, Manny and Bindy are trading away the candies they dislike.

>Hope wanted no part in it, liking nearly every candy there is equally.

>You watch while stifling a laugh as Lyra makes sure Hope only enjoys a couple bags of gummy worms tonight and Betty inspects Manny's candy carefully for an cuts or tears.

>All the while you have your bag full of -chaperone taxes- sitting next to you.

>Ahh, no matter who you are, you have to love Halloween.

>... Nightmare night.

>Same thing.

 

 

>”Ooooh...”

>You are carrying the satyr with a tummy ache up to her room.

>Her friends had left a while ago and she decided to sneak more candy than she could handle.

“What did your mom say?”

>She whimpers, grabbing her stomach.

>”But it was sooooo good... I just wanted a couple more, and now...”

>”Now you have to head to bed early while your dad fixes the stomach stuff.”

>She could just call it lemon juice.

>That's all it is.

“Aaand now you have less candy for later.”

>Your daughter fakes a throwing up motion.

>”I never want candy again...”

>Lie.

>Tomorrow morning she'll be trying to find the bag that your wife has taken the liberty of hiding.

“Come on, you know better.”

>She groans and squirms in your arms.

>”I know nothing, dad... I know nothing.”

>Lyra opens the door as you near it.

>Stepping in, you lay her down with her suit still on.

“Do you know that your mother and I love you?”

>She smiles a bit, letting off a soft nod.

>You plant a kiss on her forehead and ruffle her hair.

“Good. Now I'll go fix the juice. Get changed into your pj's when you can and go to sleep. Okay?”

>Hope lets off an affirmative nod and continues to rub her belly.

>Heading downstairs and to the kitchen, you look to the wrappers on the floor.

“Gonna have to clean those up...”

>Grabbing a  lemon, you cut it in half and get ready to squeeze it.

>*Thmp...*

>You turn around, knife in hand.

“Lyra?”

>No answer.

>... Turning around, you squeeze the lemon into the glass.

>Heading towards the pantry, you look for the sugar.

>*Thmp...*

>Closing the pantry, you turn around.

“Hello?”

>Still no answer.

>Grabbing the sugar, you head back to the glass.

>You take a spoon full and add it to the cup.

>As you do, a large solid white hand places itself on your shoulder.

>”... boo.”

>You grab it and grip it roughly.

>Starting to twist, you turn around to see your wife stifling a laugh as she levitates something.

>Groaning, you notice the hand is actually just a stuffed glove and attached to a stick.

“Not funny.”

>You toss the stick to the side and sigh.

>”Oh, it was a little funny.”

>Lyra steps next to you and you begin to rub your forehead.

>She sees you didn't take the joke well and places her head against your leg.

>”I'm sorry dear...”

“It's okay... I just... nerves.”

>Stupid Earth scary movies.

>Your wife flashes you a smile before her eyes open wide.

“Lyra?”

>She smiles again, more seductively this time, eyes going half lidded.

>”I've been such a bad girl... pranking my husband while he tries to help our daughter.”

>Smirking, you fill the rest of Hope's glass with water and mix it.

“Yeah. Very bad.”

>She sways her hips in front of you, running her tail across your lap.

>”I need some punishment... maybe, from a firm hand?”

>You chuckle, walking past your wife and giving her a firm slap on the ass.

“And now you are teasing him. That's just mean.”

>”Who said I was teasing big boy?~”

>You chuckle again, knowing the two of you won't do anything while Hope is like this.

>Taking the glass to your daughter, you continue to take your wife's teases all the while.