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• Well, lucky for all of us, the next part of Agnes, Awakened is here relatively early! Much like the first part, there isn't an aggressive amount of smut here, but obviously sexiness is at hand as we see our introverted Agnes deal with her desires for the free and uninhibited Serena. As always, this was written by Jeeves, so please, be sure to follow him on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and donate to his Patreon. Let's go, folks.

Agnes, Awakened - Part Two

All night, after almost an hour of chatting with her new and very naked roommate as she lay in bed, which itself had followed not just Agnes catching Serena masturbating, but sitting and waiting, watching openly as the leopard-tiger hybrid brought herself to climax with her massager, the badger was wracked by dreams. Dreams like she had never known before in all her life. Not just sexual dreams, but ones so vivid and intense that each time she woke up, four or five at least throughout the night, Agnes swore that had she woken just a moment later, she would have screamed aloud as her body quaked and convulsed in a helpless, instantaneous orgasm.

Somehow though she always managed to wake up just before both her dream self and indeed her physical body were at the point of no return, and though the badger could feel her pussy throbbing inside her pyjama pants, though she felt her face burning hot at the realisation of how wet she was when she awoke, she could not bring herself to place a hand between her legs. Not now. Not with her dorm-mate sleeping just a couple of metres away on her own bed.

Thus, she forced herself to return to slumber once more, only to be cast back into the realms of new and even more wild subconscious sexual fantasies, where faceless bodies clustered around her with hands roaming and touching, and where a naked, shamelessly masturbating Serena loomed ever present, moaning not just near her, but to her, begging for the badger's touch.

When Agnes awoke for the last time, the room bright with morning sunlight, she trembled as the memories of her dream lingered in reality for a moment. She swore she could still hear Serena moaning, crying out in pleasure. Her ears twitched, and her eyes widened as a guttural, strangled cry rang out from beside her, and the badger's head turned towards her roommate's bed. A tent in the blankets across from her was all that she could see, aside from an ever so faint glow. Serena was entirely hidden under her sheets, pulled up over her head with her legs raised, bent at the knee to form a little cave in which she could do whatever she was doing, and perhaps look at whatever she was regarding by the glow of what was presumably her phone screen.

The badger could only pant and tremble, her thighs squeezing helplessly together as she heard the rapid, urgent 'shlick-shlick-shlick' of fingers moving in and out of a soaking wet pussy. A sound that even she, restrained and buttoned up as she was thanks to her family's upbringing, knew from personal experience. Barely thirty seconds after she'd become aware of what her roommate was doing under the covers, a strained and joyous grunt escaped the bundle of bedsheets, followed by several more ragged breaths as the rhythm of the feline woman's fingering shifted for a short while to more fragmented but intense bursts of motion. A long, breathy sigh of relief followed, a purr rumbling at the bass end of Agnes' hearing. For a brief while there was silence in the room. Peace and calm. But, then...

Agnes' eyes widened as she heard that same wet, slick sound of fingers in motion. She bit down on her own bottom lip as she heard Serena moan, and she listened, awe-struck, confused, and wetter than ever between her own legs as though she had undeniably just heard Serena cum with what sounded like equal force to the orgasm she'd experienced last night, her roommate began to immediately start masturbating all over again.

Twice more in the space of barely ten minutes Agnes heard her roommate climax with increasing volume and passion. By the end of that time Agnes' left hand was resting upon her loins, pinned between her legs so tightly that it couldn't move, but undeniably resting against the crotch of her pjyama bottoms with her fingers resting directly over her clit, and the tips of those digits able to feel the wetness spreading from yet further south upon the crotch of her clothing. Her own chest was heaving, her own face flushed scarlet beneath its striped fur. The badger was close, so close to surrendering to her lust and stimulating herself, when after that latest orgasm she heard Serena giggle, murmur in what sounded like satisfaction, and drop her knees so that her bare feet stuck out the bottom of the sheets which until that moment had been covering every last inch of her.

A few seconds later the leopard-tiger hybrid flipped the bedding down so it was no longer covering her face, and as she reached out to set her phone down on the bedside table, her eyes met with those of Agnes which were still helplessly staring at her. The badger's heart stopped. She was caught. She could have rolled over and feigned sleep, or closed her eyes, or even sat and read a book in bed like it was nothing exciting at all to be there while this other woman so liberally and shamelessly stimulated herself. But instead she was lying stiff as a board with her own legs bent and her hand between them, albeit hidden by the tented covers. Instead she was staring directly at her roommate, leaving her in no doubt as to the fact she'd been overheard.

"Morning!"

Serena beamed warmly.

Agnes blinked. She trembled as her heart thumped back into life again.

"H-hi..."

She croaked bashfully, and watched as Serena pulled herself upright, swung her legs out and tossed the bedding off herself, then rose to her feet with a groan and a satisfying stretch. The badger's eyes got wider still. Serena's thighs were soaked, and the fur of one of her hands was notably matted and darker than the other, too. Even from where she was lying she could see the sizeable wet spot on the sheets covering the feline woman's mattress. And yet, Serena didn't seem to care at all.

"I'm gonna shower. You wanna join me?"

Agnes' heart felt like it was going to explode if it received many more shocks like that, yet it continued to thunder in her chest as she smiled bashfully and shook her head. Serena shrugged, smiled, and without pausing to grab a towel or anything else, she padded over to the dorm room door, opened it up and strolled right out into the public corridor towards the shared shower room.

"Back soon! If you like, we can go to breakfast together."

For almost a minute after the door clicked shut again, Agnes lay alone in the bedroom. Then, with her heart still pounding like military mortar-fire in her chest, she lifted her hips. She felt her hands moving, moving almost without her asking them to so they could grasp at the fabric on the hem of her pyjama bottoms. A few short seconds later they were bunched up around her knees, and her thighs were trembling as they parted and finally allowed one of her hands to return to her crotch, this time without anything to prevent her fingers from exploring wherever they so wished.

When her fingertips met with her clit, it was like lightning had struck Agnes. She slapped her free hand over her muzzle just in time to muffle her scream; a sound like nothing she'd ever made before to accompany a feeling like nothing she'd ever felt before. She'd masturbated. She'd cum. But, her body had always been so wracked by embarrassment and fear and guilt that all those other feelings had detracted from her ability to just focus on the pleasure itself. It had felt good, but it had never, ever felt this good. Her back arched and her whole body shook as she amateurishly rubbed her fingers back and forth across that tiny but swollen, aching nub, already slick with her juices. She kept her free hand pressed against her mouth as she grunted, moaned, and felt her body rising to a level of pleasure that normally took fifteen or twenty minutes of bashful stimulation to achieve. She was so worked up. The badger was so overwhelmed by everything she had seen and heard and dreamed in the last eight or so hours, never mind the best part of a day she'd spent with Serena before that. She couldn't stop herself. She couldn't keep her hand from moving on her pussy, or her body from reacting to those touches in the most overwhelming and all consuming manner possible. Her hand fell away from her muzzle even as another strangled cry escaped her, reaching down to grapple with one of her breasts through the material of her top as quaking fingers sought out its stiffened nipple. Her toes curled and her short tuft of a tail thumped against the bedding beneath her as her back arched once more and lifted her hips off the sheets below. Agnes spasmed, shrieked, and...

As she came, as she toppled helplessly and uncontrollably over the edge into the throes of a spasming, shrieking orgasm; the most intense and volatile sensation that the badger had ever experienced in her life, the dorm room door swung open again and a dripping wet, beaming Serena strolled back in. Agnes shrieked in humiliation through her pleasure, though the pleasure itself did not stop or diminish, nor did the motion of her hands upon her body. To her shock though, to her amazement through the elation and the savage intensity of her climax, Serena didn't stop and stare. She didn't even blink. The leopard-tiger hybrid just continued to smile as she padded back into the room and grabbed a towel from where it was draped over the back of her desk's chair. She began to dry herself off, standing just metres away from the now more quietly but still uncontrollably cumming badger, and only some fifteen seconds later when Agnes sank into a trembling, embarrassed heap in the wake of her orgasm's onslaught did the other woman casually address her roommate.

"You didn't have to wait for me to leave the room, y'know. If you wanted to, that's fine. But... don't hold back on my account, okay?"

She looked over to Agnes with the warmest, most sincere smile; so genuine and tender that as ashamed and overwhelmed as Agnes was, even her racing, reeling mind couldn't believe that Serena was subtly trying to mock her or trick her into admitting what she'd just been caught doing.

"You've probably noticed by now that I'm pretty open, and... I like the people around me to be open too. But, only if that's what they want. I like you, Agnes. I think you're really sweet and fun, and I'd like to share more with you."

Everything Serena was saying, she said while drying herself off and not even really looking at Agnes directly, as though still seeking to give the badger a little privacy as she recovered in the wake of her masturbatory orgasm. It was all so casual and simply, plainly spoken, but she didn't shy away from addressing the very root of what she meant.

"I don't just mean you being okay with me masturbating in the room. Or being okay doing it yourself while I'm here. I like having lovers stay over. Sometimes more than one a night, sometimes more than one at once. I'd like to be able to keep doing that. I'd also like you to be one of those lovers. But... from everything we spoke about yesterday and the way you've been around me, I know you must have some pretty deep seeded stuff of your own going on. Normally folks open up to me super fast. It's kinda a gift of mine, to make people at ease. So the fact you're still so embarrassed... well, either I'm losing my touch, or for whatever reason you just really don't want to be with me. That's fine, of course. But... I just want you to know that if it's something else holding you back? If it's more than you just not being attracted to me, then I..."

Agnes had laid there and listened as Serena masturbated last night, and this morning. She'd laid there and listened as Serena talked to her now. But, she couldn't just sit and listen any more. Her heart was still racing in her chest, her mind was still reeling from everything she'd seen and heard and felt and been caught feeling herself. And perhaps most importantly, her pussy was still burning. Aching. Begging to be touched again. Stimulated again to yet another orgasm, just like Serena had made herself cum multiple times earlier on that same morning. The badger took a ragged breath, whimpered softly, and spoke up, interrupting her roommate.

"I am attracted to you."

Silence fell over the room for a few moments, followed by a bashful, giddy giggle from Serena.

"Oh. Well, that's great. I mean... sorry, that came out weird. I'm glad. And, I think you're very beautiful too, Agnes. But, if you don't mind me asking... what's holding you back? Were all those orgasms not enough of a clue that I'd be receptive to some mutual masturbation at the very least? Was my shower invite not clear enough? I... if you need me to say it in the clearest terms, I would like to have sex with you. So, is there a reason you waited for me to leave the room before you touched yourself? A reason why you didn't join me in the shower, or... my bed, or really anywhere you wanted me?"

Agnes sighed. The badger closed her eyes and thought about her parents. About her entire life up to yesterday. There were a million reasons.

And yet, as she opened her eyes again and looked at the other woman, she understood what Serena meant.

The naked, still damp furred feline wasn't asking about her past; she clearly understood that Agnes had led something of a sheltered and reserved life to say the very least. She was asking about now.

What was the reason she was still holding back, if there was nothing but her memories stopping her from making whatever choices she wanted right here, right now?

The badger sought out that answer.

She wracked her brains to find it.

And eventually, of course, she found the answer. The only answer that made any sense.

Like she was moving on autopilot, like she was floating outside herself and watching her body move, Agnes sat up in bed. She sat up, pushed the covers off herself, and swung her legs out towards the floor. Her pyjama bottoms were still bunched up around her knees. Her damp hand and wet crotch and thighs were clearly visible as she rose to her feet. She shuffled her pyjama shorts the rest of the way off as trembling hands unbuttoned the front of her top. All the while, Serena watched. Beaming, wide eyed with joy, having cast her towel aside to just stand and admire the short, stocky badger stripping in front of her.

This was her answer, and it was the truth.

She had wracked her brain, searched her heart, and she had found exactly what Serena had been talking about. That... feeling. That strange comfort that made her want to open up to this woman. To bare her body and soul to her. And indeed, to act on her feelings of admiration and attraction towards this bold, beautiful creature.

She had found it, weighed it up against all of her baggage and the rules and restrictions she'd faced right up to the moment she was no longer living under her parents roof less than twenty four hours ago... and in that moment, at the feline woman's prompting, she recognised that none of it really mattered any more.

It wouldn't be that easy of course. It wasn't possible just to cast aside a lifetime of strict and prudish self-restraint in an instant, no matter how warm and welcoming a guide she had to help her along the way. But, Agnes knew at least that she could make a start today. Here, now, with Serena. And with that knowledge, she found it surprisingly easy to take her clothes off, to walk across the room to her new friend and roommate, and to swallow thickly in readiness to speak as she looked up into the taller, more slender woman's bright, gleaming eyes.

"I..."

Agnes whimpered bashfully, the badger trembling as Serena reached out and cupped her face, stroking her cheek fondly.

"I waited because of my past. Because there was something in my head telling me it wasn't right, it wasn't appropriate to act on my feelings."

She stepped closer to Serena. She tilted her head back, and trembled as she felt her toes brush up against the feline woman's own an instant before her large, soft chest bumped at the underside of Serena's own smaller, perkier breasts.

"But now?"

The badger croaked as she saw Serena leaning down towards her.

"N-now... no matter what I might have been taught or told to think or feel in the past..."

Agnes moaned as the hybrid cat's other hand cupped her other cheek, and guided their muzzles together in the most soft and tender kiss; Agnes' first ever not just with a woman, but her first romantic kiss period.

"...I just, I really just don't want to wait any more."

By Jeeves