Settled Fears

by Osper

First published

A late night chat reveals things possibly better left unsaid.

After a number of horrifying revelations, Scratch finds that she can't sleep in the creeky old house that she and Finish have chosen to spend the night in. A midnight visit and a late night conversation brings these two friends closer than they ever imagined or planned.

(A side story to Sinister Lenses. Not canon to that story. Graphic F/F sex.)

Settled Fears

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Settled Fears

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Osper

Finish was scarcely sure she heard the gentle tapping at first. Roused from a deep and almost pleasant sleep, she'd found herself in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. She couldn't even be sure what time it was, for lack of a clock or a window.

But the tapping had awakened her and after realizing she was still on the trip with Scratch, she'd remembered where they were.

The tapping got a bit louder as time went on and Finish finally realized that someone was knocking at her door.

She yawned, wondering what in Celestia's name could be so important that she needed to be woken up at this possibly ungodly hour.

“Who is it?”

“It's me.”

Me being Scratch judging by the muffled voice through the door.

Finish opened it a little and saw her friend's face lit by a low burning oil lamp levitating at her side.

“Can I come in?”

Finish let the door swing open enough for Scratch to enter and closed it.

“Vhat is it Scratch? Is something wrong?”

She set the light down on the nightstand next to the other lamp and was quiet a moment, embarrassed at what she was going to say.

“I'm...uh...I'm too scared to sleep...alone. Y'know, after that thing earlier.”

Finish hopped back into the bed and settled down into the covers.

“Und you vant to stay here?”

Scratch nodded vigorously, her glasses slipping down her nose.

“There's some kinda noise in my room. Please, can I stay here? I can just sleep on the floor or-”

She stopped when Finish threw back the covers on the wide bed and patted the spot next to her.

“Ve've already done dis before Scratch. I'm not going to make you sleep on de floor.”

Scratch put her hooves up onto the bed and rolled in, the fluffy mattress sinking under her.

“Thanks for letting me stay here.”

Finish shrugged, flipping over on her side and shutting her eyes with a sigh.

“Not a problem.”

The light dimmed until it disappeared entirely. Scratch rolled a bit and tried to get settled, turning this way and that until she'd found just the right position. One leg out from under the covers and both arms over her head provided just enough cool air and warmth.

Several more minutes passed with Scratch staring up at the ceiling hoping sleep would come soon.

Oh wait, my shades.

They levitated off and to the nightstand. Her eyes closed again and she let out a heavy breath. Then another. Her mind was just too wild right now, full of visions of that thing they'd seen and Finish's revelation.

She'd been really broken up.

Scratch turned her head, looking at the back of the sleeping mare's neck. Her side rose and fell, even breaths with no sign of the nightmares Scratch had been having. Had the opportunity to share something personal like that really calmed Finish that much?

Would it help Scratch if she got something off her chest too?

Admittedly, her deep dark secret was like a firecracker against her friend's bomb but maybe it would help?

“Hey. Finish. You awake?”

The mumbled reply didn't sound all that happy.

“No.”

“I can't sleep.”

Finish slowly sat up, throwing her covers forward so they only covered her legs. If her eyes had been visible in the dark room, Scratch would have seen how each eyelid kept slipping back down.

Considering the hour, it was understandable but not acceptable.

“Okay. I'm avake. I just have dis funny quirk uf sleeping at night.”

The lamp flamed up again, showing just a tiny portion of the room and Scratch nervously playing with her hooves.

“You remember all that stuff you told me? I mean, of course you do. It was kind of a big thing, right?”

Finish nodded, her mind starting to find that sleep was not going to be right now.

“Well, is it okay if I tell you my secret? It's not really a fair trade but I thought...I don't really know what I thought. I just want to tell you. Okay?”

Finish scooted a little closer, trying to muster up a smile through her tiredness.

“If you really vant to.”

Scratch took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The last pony she'd told this to had kinda yelled at her and almost disowned her.

“Your mom was sorta on the right track. When she said that...thing. About you and me. I mean, not the part about you. But about me.”

“What thing...?”

This late at night was not a good time to be referencing past conversations but it only took Finish a moment to think of the one thing her mother had hinted at.

“Oh.”

Another moment passed and it really hit Finish.

“OH! Oh...oh...ah. You're...”

She waved a hoof at Scratch in an up and down motion, not really wanting to spit the word out so the DJ did it for her.

“Yeah. I'm into mares.”

They both looked down at the spot between them and at where they were and it was Scratch's turn to blush furiously and shake her hooves back in forth in a show of denial at what could be misinterpreted.

“That's not why I came in here! I was really scared! I swear!”

Finish grasped her friend's hooves, stopping them from wildly swinging and looked her in the eyes as well as she could. It was hard to see through the thick, pink lenses in the low light.

“It's not a big deal Scratch. It's not my business who you're taking to bed. I'm fine vith it.”

Scratch blinked a few times and put her hooves down in her lap.

“Oh. Well, thanks. I mean, when my dad found out he was really pissed. Didn't talk to me for a month.”

Finish managed a smile and gave her friend a hug just to prove her lack of homophobia.

“I mean, it's not as if you've been fantasizing about me.”

The silence was a little longer than it should have been, clearly making it into the range of awkward by a large margin. Luckily, with Scratch's back to the light, Finish couldn't see the massive blush that appeared on Scratch's cheeks.

“That's right. I have not done that. Ever.”

Finish didn't seem to notice it and broke the hug, snuggling back into her covers. She did have a sudden urge to ask questions now though, despite her opportunity to finally get some sleep. Why, she didn't know, but she was kinda curious.

“So...do you have a marefriend?”

“Uh...no...not as such. The girls I usually meet are a little too...immature? Maybe? I dunno. Club junkies aren't my type.”

“How about my assistant, High Style? She's nice enough vhen she's not taking an extra hour for lunch und she svings your vay. I can introduce you if you vant.”

Scratch's blush wouldn't go away and this was getting kinda weird. Not only was Finish okay with this, she was trying to set her up with someone. In her experience, very few ponies who found out about her leanings were this nice about it.

“You'd do that for me?”

“Sure.”

The silence descended again and both of them lay there trying to decide if they should say what they wanted to. Oddly, it was Finish who asked the next question as her mind was now fully awake and her tiredness had become tired energy.

“So, vhat's a kiss like?”

The phrasing of the question sounded a little weird to Scratch.

“You mean kissing a mare? Same as kissing a stallion, really. But I've only done that once.”

“No...”

Finish rolled over to face the DJ, propping herself up on her elbows.

“I mean vhat's a kiss like at all? I've never kissed anypony.”

Scratch's mouth dropped in shock.

“How old are you again!?”

Finish quickly rolled away, burying her face in her pillow.

“Never mind. I never said anything, just forget it.”

“No no no, look at me.”

She grabbed Finish by the arm and rolled her over so they had to look at each other to talk.

“You've never kissed...anypony...ever?”

Finish shriveled under her friend's gaze and swallowed.

“...no...”

Scratch's mouth hung open as she started several sentences but couldn't go on with any of them. Finish swatted the silent ponies hoof and rolled back over, feeling awkward again with her social phobia now the center of the conversation.

“It's because I'm alvays busy, alright? Und vhen I vas a teenager I refused to talk to anyvun because uf vhat happened vhen I vas little. Und couples share sings, ya? I didn't vant to be in dat position. So, no keeses. Or anysing else.”

Scratch laid a hoof on her friend's arm, patting her in sympathy.

“Don't be mad, okay?”

Finish had no time to object as Scratch pulled her back over to face her and locked their lips together. It was a simple, almost innocent kiss. Their lips touched and nothing more, Scratch's eyes closed and Finish's as wide as dinner plates at what was happening.

The DJ pulled away first, slowly opening her eyes and looking down at her shocked friend.

“That's what it's like. Don't be mad, okay? I just felt a little sorry for you.”

She leaned back and pulled her own covers over her, keeping her legs uncovered. It was a little hot in that room all of a sudden.

Blue aura magic turned out the light and the room was dark again. Silence was the only sound.

“Dat vas...”

There was silence again, almost a full minute passing as Scratch realized she may have done something quite harmful to their friendship. She'd forced the issue, crossed a line, tried to sed-

“It vas nice.”

Scratch could feel the bed move as Finish shifted her weight, coming just a little closer.

“I'm not mad. Sank you for dat.”

The way she was breathing over her neck was warming her whole body and she pushed the covers back a little further. It was suddenly much warmer in that room.

“N-no problem.”

What she wanted to say was forbidden. She wouldn't say it. “Then how about another?” That, surely THAT would get Finish mad.

And she felt lips graze her cheek.

The head behind them trembled out of, what, nervousness? Fear?

Scratch rolled onto her back, now suddenly much closer to Finish, right under her in fact. Scratch lit her horn, allowing enough light to see her friend who was blushing like mad, frozen there above her. Neither had any idea what to think or say or do. They were toeing a line that could hurt their friendship or...Scratch's mind was suddenly spinning with too many thoughts, all struggling to be heard.

With the opportunity to suddenly express sixteen years of pent up lust, Finish could only move her head a bit at a time, slowly dipping down to those lips that had felt so soft.

And they met again.

Scratch knew what to do now. Finish wanted this. She was pursuing it, pushing for it.

She kissed back, the glow of her horn strengthening as her body heated, arousal flooding her. She rubbed her thighs together, squirming but trying to keep it slow. She didn't want to rush and freak Finish out by stroking herself in front of her. Start small.

She parted her lips, letting her tongue extend and wet Finish' lips, her arm grasping around her back and pulling her in close. The photographer's heart was pounding, forming a steady beat that Scratch felt in her own chest. She just had to bob her head a little, her musical nature making her synchronize with it.

Their tongues met, Finish nervous as she let Scratch lead, trying to learn what she should be doing.

She pulled back, biting her bottom lip as she looked down at Scratch, their heavy breaths filling the small room.

“Vhat should I...I'm sorry if I'm no good...”

Scratch smiled at the adorable mare above her. She pulled Finish close, trailing kisses up her neck to her ear, gently biting it. She whispered into the light blue ear, cooing lovingly to her friend.

“Don't worry. It's your first time. I'll take over.”

Finish nodded slowly. Wet would have been an insult in describing her level of arousal. Fountain-like or even flooded would have been much closer but never having had sex before had left her a very easily aroused mare and her body quaked as Scratch pushed her onto her back and looked down at her with the sexiest look Finish had ever seen.

Her eyes were barely slits as a cheshire grin took over her face, her tongue running over her lips. Her horn sparked as she spread Finish's legs, rubbing a hoof down one side and then the other, never quite making it to the quivering slit in the middle.

“Ah, Scratch...”

Scratch leaned down, bending to kiss her partner's chest, moving lower and lower. Finish raised a hoof to her mouth, biting down as she realized she was starting to pant. Even if she didn't have sex, she did 'service' herself and panting always led to moaning. That would have been awkward to explain to their hostess.

Scratch's horn glowed, bringing over something Finish hadn't even realized the DJ had brought with her. A pair of headphones that she slipped over her neck. She wouldn't be needing them quite yet.

She did, however, want to hear Finish voice right then and pulled her hoof away from her mouth, pinning it down as she continued kissing. The pubis was under lips, and the very next kiss was liquid arousal centered on a very cute little clitoris.

Finish couldn't help but curl her hooves, letting out moans that she tried to keep quiet.

Scratch kissed again, feeling her partner's hips rise up to meet her mouth, grinding against her chin.

“Are you ready Finish? I'll start now.”

Scratch could barely see over the hooves tightly curled over Finish' chest but she could see the head nod as those eyes looked pleadingly down at her.

“I'm ready.”

Now she needed the headphones. They levitated to her ears and the switch on the MD player was flipped to on, a song with a heavy, steady beat starting slowly in Scratch's ears.

The first lick was long, from the bottom to the top, the end of Scratch's tongue flicking off Finish' clit. She dropped her head in time for the next beat, each lick long and slow as Finish trembled. That first lick had been like electricity shooting through her, crashing through every nerve and up to the tips of each hair.

Each one after was the same, terrorizing Finish' poor body with pleasure she'd never felt before. She gasped, struggling to hold back but moans slipped forth, hitting the beat every time as though Scratch were playing her like an instrument.

Finish couldn't have heard the beat suddenly increase in tempo but Scratch did. The licks came faster, parting her pussy lips, digging deeper. Finish twisted on the sheets, gripping them hard and her hooves curling in ecstasy.

Scratch's head bobbed in time, her free hoof reaching back to her raised hips, sliding back and forth on beat. The headphones were pulled back on one side and she heard the sound of her lover going wild, her voice losing control because Scratch knew just how to coax out the music she wanted to hear.

Her moans gathered sound, increasing in volume and following the now thrumming beat.

Finish couldn't take it anymore. The feeling, the moaning, everything was driving her crazy. Did she have to announce it? What did she do?

“Sc-ScraTCH-!”

She grit her teeth as she came, an explosion of wonderful, exhilarating pleasure dominating her body, her mind and her voice. She cried out, losing the beat as the song derailed. Scratch buried her face deep into the tensing muscles, Finish' knees clamping down on her head, knocking the headphones from her ears.

She slurped, her tongue after every drop of her friend she could get. Her own hoof raced to get her off but Finish legs around her head pulled her body down, pinning her to the bed and keeping her hooves from their duty.

They stayed like that for several minutes. Finish' chest heaved, desperate for air. Her mind was a mess of arousal and post-orgasm blankness and it was only Scratch finally prying her legs apart so she could breathe that recalled her attention back to her surroundings.

Scratch snorted and folded her hooves but still had a smile on her slick lips.

“You didn't let me get off.”

Finish leaned forward, looking embarrassed and a little ashamed.

“I'm sorry. I'm very, very sorry. I couldn't control my body.”

Scratch grabbed her hoof and pulled Finish back on top of her, folding her arm around her back.

“I'll forgive you.”

The silence that followed wasn't the same awkward silence that had permeated the room before but instead was filled with contentment and sex-induced joy.

“Was that okay Finish? Are we...still okay?”

She stroked the DJ's belly, thinking it over herself. What did this make her? She who had never thought much about her own sexuality and had never been offered the chance.

“It's okay Scratch. I'm confused but happy. I don't know what this was but I can tell you I loved it. I just need time to think.”

Scratch hugged her tight, feeling Finish's warm body and smelling the arousing odor of sex that clung to the both of them.

The answer wasn't definitive. It didn't say whether this would happen again or what this would become but they were both happy right now. That was good enough.