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While Sebastian’s patrician-coded bravado marked the majority of our lovebirds’ trip to the mall, the bat would suffer a steep drop in confidence once actually inside. His signature sharp and eloquent quips were muted, and his stride was no longer proud. He stuck to Samuel as much as he could, getting close, but not so close as to draw unwanted attention.

The margay noticed, but didn’t know how to diffuse this awkward tension. He hoped that food and a nice conversation would help; maybe this was just Sebastian while hangry, but nothing seemed to calm the bat. He shoveled forkfuls of chifa into his mouth, worry etched across his face. His eyes darted left and right during conversation, his body practically shaking.

Every time Samuel attempted to broach the topic, Sebastian waved him off, claiming to be fine. That was all well and good, but when he was clutching his bag to his chest like a child lost in a store, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that something was wrong. Samuel had had enough once Sebastian’s ears started twitching like scanners picking up rogue frequencies.

He took the bat’s hand, which was way too sweaty even for a normal amount of nerves, and led him through the mall. Lucky for Sebastian, Samuel had experience with these types of situations. Guided by the cocky feline, the couple glided through congested crowds with ease, squeezing past pedestrians walking at a snail’s pace and arriving at their destination unharmed.

Physically anyway.

Where did they end up? Well, it took Sebastian a few moments to notice because he was still coming down from the chaos raging in his head. The poor bat was still trembling, and it took Samuel’s calming touch to soothe his anxious neurons.

“It’s okay~” the feline said, petting the back of the bat’s head. He still wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but seeing the color return to Sebastian’s face meant more to him than an explanation.

But, he’d get one anyway. “Loud,” the bat choked, his hands still shaking. “Too loud. My ears are sensitive. Very sensitive.”

Samuel felt like kicking himself; he should have paid more attention in physiology class. But seriously, how dumb could he be?

He wrapped his arms around Sebastian, resting his head on the bat’s shoulder. Samuel could feel his heartbeat starting to slow as he got used to the margay’s warmth.

“I’m sorry,” Samuel said once Sebastian had fully calmed down. “We’re going to stick to much quieter spaces, okay?”

The bat nodded, and Samuel ruffled his hair. “These ears of yours are truly incredible,” he commented, massaging the tips of Sebastian’s velvety ears.

“They’re an annoyance,” Sebastian spat back.

“Aww come on, they gotta be good for something~” Samuel said, really laying on the cutesy talk. He considered breaking out the pleading, puppy dog eyes, but those had to be saved for something truly extraordinary.

“They’re vestiges of our feral past,” Sebastian said, resolute. “Sure, they work great for hunting insects while flying in the dead of night, but what good do they bring when I’m surrounded by noisy people? It overwhelms the system.”

Instead of getting himself into a deep and thought-provoking conversation on the ethics of anthropomorphization, Samuel pushed his bat friend further into the store. While he calmly hummed along to the quiet pop music playing overhead, Sebastian sighed and started to walk on his own.

“Where are we by the way?” he asked, looking around.

“You’ll see~” Samuel responded, a twinkle in his eye.

There were rows and rows of clothes as far as the eye could see. Styles ranging from business casual to a little something for that weird emo kid in class to the types of dresses Sebastian’s mom would find scandalous all had their place. Colorful signs littered the aisles, advertising sales that didn’t seem legitimate. Almost everything was on a sale of some kind. Even the sections for kitchenware and home goods upstairs were not spared. Scores of middle-aged moms flocked to different aisles, stocking up on presents for birthdays, Christmases, and any other occasion.

Samuel led the bat to the back of the store, which is where the dressing rooms were located. They took a stall down towards the end of the hallway, away from the ones that were occupied, and filed in. Sebastian, for his part, was getting used to the feline’s shenanigans and hardly even questioned him anymore.

Why were they in a clothing store? Why were they going into the dressing room? Why did Samuel have that shit-eating grin on his face?

All these questions floated around in his head, but like a good boy, he sat there and waited for instructions. He was all out of comebacks; his mind was too tired to think of anything with substance. Plus, he had an idea of where this was going. Maybe it would help him relax or something. It’d be a good distraction if anything. Sebastian couldn’t lie to himself; despite his frustration, the thought of the two of them engaging in such scurrilous lewd activities in here made his pants a little tighter than he’d like.

Samuel stared at him, realizing how much power he had over the poor bat. It felt kind of wrong, like he was some sort of enigmatic cult leader. He could tell Sebastian to walk through the store naked, and he’d probably do it with enough prodding. It’s a good thing Samuel would never go that far… he was only going to go halfway.

“Strip for me,” the margay commanded.

Sebastian whined, but complied, slowly unfastening his tie and slipping out of his fuzzy cardigan. Samuel licked his lips as he watched the bat disrobe, his own excitement growing second by second. The undershirt was next to go, then his nice dress shoes and pants. Soon enough, Sebastian was sitting on a bench in just his underwear, a neatly folded pile of clothes to his left.

The way Sebastian slumped and twisted himself to avoid the feline’s gaze made him seem paper-thin. His lithe figure didn’t help. The bat found his bony shoulders and skinny legs to be inadequate. He wanted a body people… Samuel would lust over, not something that was scraped together with leftovers.

But Samuel didn’t seem bothered by what Sebastian saw as imperfections. He closed the distance between them, moving his paw across the bat’s chest. His nipples hardened at Samuel’s touch, and Sebastian whined again. The feline moved his paw down the bat’s body, following his frame before cupping his hips with his paw.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he said.

And Sebastian believed him. He wasn’t sure why. He had never been called beautiful before and definitely didn’t see himself that way, but Samuel said it was such conviction that the bat was forced to accept it as reality.

He squirmed some more, blushing and shaking his head, but it was unconvincing. He was simply playing the role of the brat, too tired and pleased to actually fight back.

“Oh really?” Samuel said, cupping the bat’s ear in his paw. He started to play with it again, rubbing it with his soft-furred fingers, scratching his inner ear with a lone claw. Sebastian had to fight back a moan.

“Then what about these cute ears of yours?” Samuel chuckled upon seeing the bat’s face and moved downward “Or this cool nose?”

Now Sebastian just wanted to sneeze. He didn’t want to admit that he was ticklish, but the feline was really going all out to get a reaction from him. Breaking down laughing would surely cause some sort of reaction from the other people in the changing rooms, but Samuel didn’t seem keen on relenting.

“What about…” the margay continued down the bat’s face before landing on his lips. He held his fingers there for a few seconds, his claws dangerously close to Sebastian’s mouth. When he looked at the bat expectantly, Sebastian obliged.

It wasn’t so much about the taste as it was the action. Sebastian gingerly grabbed Samuel’s paw and started to suck on his fingers. He enjoyed the feeling of them in his mouth, the way Samuel buzzed with arousal. All he wanted was to please the cat, and the praise he was getting only fueled his efforts.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Samuel teased before pulling his fingers out of the bat’s mouth. Sebastian whined, reaching for the margay’s paw, but Samuel moved it away. “Don’t worry, cutie. I’m gonna give you something much better than that.”

He traced his fingers along the bat’s underwear band. “Take these off for me, too.”

Sebastian nodded and slipped off his undergarments, revealing the thick, tapered cock Samuel was starting to go crazy over. It was standing at a pesky half-chub, but grew a little bit more once the feline bent down and gave it a kiss.

“I’ll be right back; I’m gonna find you something to wear.”

Before Sebastian could protest, Samuel was already out the door, leaving the bat alone with his thoughts and his confused dick.

Sitting on the cold bench, Sebastian’s mind was ablaze with dozens of thoughts. He wasn’t sure what was expected of him in this situation. He let his hand rest on his dick, a dangerous maneuver. He didn’t want to give in to lust just yet, but maybe it’d also be a hot image for Sam to come back to. Did he even get Samuel’s permission to masturbate? Oh God. Did he need Sam’s permission to do things?

Sebastian tried to focus on anything else. Eavesdropping on the other people in the changing room was easy enough thanks to his ears. He could hear them shuffling in and out of clothes, mumbling to themselves about whether something fit them or not. Everything was just so normal. It made what he was doing even more arousing.

His dick got harder the more he thought about it. Soon enough, his hand was around his shaft, slowly stroking it. This was a losing battle, he told himself; might as well make it fun. The bat’s cock was slick in his hands, coating his fingers in pre. Masturbating like this sent shivers throughout his body. Part of him wanted to open the door, give people a chance to look inside, but he used his ears for his exhibitionist delight. The other people were so close to him. All they had to do was get a little curious, and they’d find something they’d never forget. The thought caused Sebastian to moan.

He curled his hand around his tip, massaging it. There was an art to masturbation. He knew exactly what his cock needed so it was easy to push himself over the edge towards climax quickly. That’d be all fine and good if he were in his dorm room, but now he wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible. He could do strokes as fast as he’d like, so he jacked himself off leisurely, letting the pleasure roll through his body with each slow hand motion.

The door to the changing room slid open, and Samuel walked in with a bundle of clothes in his arms. Sebastian was too distracted to notice what the bundle was comprised of, but he was sure he saw a flash of something lace as Samuel laid them down on the bench.

“Couldn’t keep your hands off of yourself, huh?” The cat’s grin was infectious. “Now you know how I feel.”

He got down to Sebastian's level and kissed him something ferocious. It was a moment of pure instinct and passion. The bat didn't know what to do; shocked and frozen, he let Sam press his lips against his. He had never been kissed before and wasn't even sure if he was doing this right. But he thought he'd close his eyes and try to enjoy it.

“I can't keep my hands off of you either,” Samuel said, pulling away.

Sebastian didn’t know how to respond to that. In fact, he’d been all out of responses lately. Samuel did that to him. It was like the feline knew exactly what to say and do at any point in time. He knew exactly how to push all of the bat’s buttons and how to get him to behave. But when Sebastian looked over at the pile of clothes, his heart started to beat a little quicker in his chest.

He didn’t just dress like this because it was ‘proper’; Sebastian genuinely enjoyed the sophisticated feel of a well put-together outfit. With every inch of fur he covered, he felt even cleaner and more secure. It seemed like Samuel had other ideas because the clothes he brought were the exact opposite of that.

Sebastian wasn’t sure what Samuel wouldn’t be able to see after he put this all on. Well, ‘all’ was a strong word here. Despite there being several articles of clothing on the bench next to him, they were as small as his (SIMILE I WILL THINK OF LATER). It never crossed his mind to wear anything close to this. The clothes he was staring at looked like they were designed for someone hoping to get lucky at the club rather than the quiet, academic spaces Sebastian was used to.

He held up a pair of blue shorts that were just big enough to cup around his ass. The bat tried not to spare any malice as he stared at Samuel, but the feline just giggled.

Dropping character for a bit, he said, “You don’t have to wear anything you don’t want to, okay, Sebastian? I honestly just think you’d look cute in these.”

The bat bit his lip, appreciating the heartfelt comment, but not sensing his reservations going away any time soon. He continued to rifle through the small pile, realizing that Samuel had picked up several different options for each part of his body. At least he was giving him a choice this time.

“Am I not cute already?” Sebastian asked, his voice a little more strained than he expected. He wanted it to come out teasingly, but his mind was picking up on some real insecurities without clearing them with him before speaking.

The cat was quick to close the distance, petting the bat’s head again. “That’s not what I meant.” He kissed the bat’s forehead. “You are adorable as is. This is all for fun. If you’re not having fun, then you don’t have to do this.”

Sebastian could feel the warmth spreading throughout his chest. It was something he only experienced with Samuel, a mixture of comfort and security similar to the clothes he wore. He didn’t think he’d be able to do these crazy things with anyone else. Samuel just made it seem all okay.

The bat pulled out a short, black skirt. It was something he’d seen the girls wear back in high school. A blush started to spread across his face. Surely Sam didn’t have a fetish for uniforms. Unlucky for him, it was the least offensive thing here, so if he was going to go through with it, the skirt would have to be it.

Samuel held the skirt up. “I’ll wear this,” he said, and the smile on Samuel’s face made him happy.

“Good choice! Want to see the outfit that goes with it?” Sebastian nodded.

“There is a whole outfit?”

Samuel looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “What do you think I got all of this for?” He sighed and rustled through the pile, pulling out a pair of panties, striped thigh highs, and a pink sweater. At least there was a sweater. Samuel handed him the clothes, his face full of glee.

Sebastian sighed; how could he resist a face like that? But, he was still diving into wholly new territory with this one. Thoughts of his inadequacies clawed at the back of his mind. The bat shook his head. If he was going to dive into this, he was going to make one hell of a splash.

He was real careful with the panties; they felt incredibly flimsy in his hands. Despite his lackluster strength, even Sebastian knew that if he pulled too hard, they would rip. Slowly, and with a bit of a tease to it, he slipped the white pair of panties over his feet and up his legs; all the way until they rested at the base of his cock. There was no way he was gonna force them over his erection, so they’d just have to struggle against his cock for now.

Next was the skirt. The bat planned to put it on in the same fashion as the panties, his crude reimagining of a reverse strip tease, but Samuel got to him first.

“Turn around,” he said. The kind and understanding tone had long disappeared by now, replaced by something a lot more controlling. Sebastian didn’t mind, though. Now he didn’t have to watch that stupid cat staring at him like he was a piece of candy.

He spun as if ice skating, landing on a single foot then catching himself; it was a rare playful moment from the bat. One that received a chuckle of approval from Samuel. With that encouragement, Sebastian finished putting on the skirt, thigh highs and sweater.

There was one problem with facing away from his feline confidant, though. Sebastian was now directly in front of the mirror! He took a second to admire himself. The popping pink color of the sweater may have been brighter than anything he wore previously, but it was honestly not that much different than his normal clothing. What was different was everything below. He felt so… exposed. The clothes he wore previously were like a suit of armor; they protected him and gave Sebastian the legitimacy he wanted. With this, his image felt out of his hands; like he was dressing to make other people feel good.

Samuel confirmed that thought when he closed the gap between them and grabbed the bat’s ass. Sebastian let out a small yip! In surprise, placing his hands against the wall to balance himself.

“You are so fucking adorable,” the feline said, scrunching the white fabric with his paws. Sebastian didn’t know how to respond. He was too busy experiencing a pleasure he’d never felt before. Who knew having your ass grabbed felt so good?

That wasn’t enough for Samuel, though. Soon after the compliment, he pulled the panties down, exposing the bat’s cheeks. The bat was panting slightly, waiting for what was next. But the slight bounce he was inadvertently doing only made his ass look more delectable to the cat; he just had to go in for a taste.

Samuel dove straight into that hole; all caution thrown to the wind! There wasn’t even anything to stop him; the bat had no tail after all. He could feel Sebastian tensing from the sudden incursion, but that didn’t make him taste any worse. Samuel was using both hands now, spreading the bat as wide as he could, as his tongue explored his insides.

Sebastian tried to hide his moans, not wanting to alert the people in the stall next to him, but the task was proving more difficult than he anticipated. Just like before, he stuffed the soft fabric of the sweater in his mouth to dampen the sound. And with that action, he sealed their fate. Economically, at least; one of their purse strings would be loosening to pay for that sweater. Needless to say, the idea of leaving the clothes in good enough condition was nowhere near the forefront of either of their minds. All they cared about was engaging in their exhibitionist shenanigans.

The bat’s goal of concealing his pleasure was made more difficult when Samuel pulled his tongue out of his ass. He didn’t understand what was going on at first, choosing to keep his head down. (If he looked at the feline, he’d start daydreaming about how cute he was rather than sticking to the task.) But soon enough, he was forced to look back once he felt something heavy rubbing against the skirt.

Sebastian’s body froze once he saw what the culprit was; a girthy piece of barbed cat meat hungrily grazed the black skirt. Not only was the weight something to admire, but Sebastian could feel the heat emanating from it. That was going to stretch him far more than any exploration previously done with his fingers. And despite the nerves pricking him like needles, he desperately wanted it inside him.

“I never properly thanked you for your obedience on the train,” Sam said, his voice low and sensual. It was sexy without him even trying. Sebastian didn’t know that he had access to a register like this, and the gravelly nature of his cadence rumbled inside the small bat’s body.

“This is what you wanted, right?” he asked, but the question was more rhetorical than anything. Both of them knew how this was going to end; Samuel just took the art of teasing very seriously. On that front, he continued to rub his cock against Sebastian’s butt, hotdogging him while waiting for an answer.

The bat slowly nodded, trying to calculate how exactly that was going to fit inside him. The length wasn’t the problem, but that girth was something else entirely. It was as thick as the soda can Sam drank out of for lunch. And this guy was supposed to be a bottom?

The margay chuckled. “I’ll let you off the hook this time. Plus, I don’t think I can hold back from ravaging this cute femboy butt of yours.”

Femboy? Now that was something Sebastian wasn’t going to stand for. He opened his mouth to argue against the assertion, but all that came out was a squeak of surprise and pain.

The cat wasn’t kidding when he said that he wouldn’t hold back; he pushed himself inside rather roughly, relying on his saliva and precum to make the journey less painful. But he still underestimated how tight the bat would be; Sebastian was a virgin after all.

For a second, he thought about how ridiculous this all was. How ridiculous the discovery of his dormant sexuality was, how he had been exploring it with Samuel, and now how he was losing his anal virginity in the changing room of a department store. But these thoughts had a short shelf life as the more pressing matter was the cock slowly stretching him like a balloon.

Sebastian could feel the pressure Sam was putting on him, and his flared barbs scraping against his inner walls. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. There was a melting hot, throbbing, cock inside of him and the bat couldn’t be harder. This was his wake-up call. He didn’t know he had access to this kind of pleasure. Was it always waiting there for him, or did Samuel have the key? The philosophical questions could wait, though. What he wanted right now was for the cat to really fuck him.

And as if Sam could hear his thoughts, the feline started to thrust. His paws firmly squeezed the bat’s behind, his own moans escaping his lips as his thighs slapped against Sebastian’s. In hindsight, the sound was obvious. The other people in the changing rooms probably knew what was going on, but the boys didn’t care. This day was about them and them alone. Plus, they were pure exhibitionists. If people were listening, or better yet, watching, let them. Their prying ears and eyes would just give them a better climax anyway.

Sebastian’s legs wobbled as Samuel thrust into him. It was already difficult to keep steady while kneeling against this bench, but Samuel was making him see stars. He bottomed out inside the bat with each lustful thrust, making sure Sebastian took his full length. His movements were a bit uneven, the mark of an inexperienced top, but the passion between the two made up for that in strides.

From Samuel’s perspective, he saw the cutest bat in the world bent over in front of him, trying to quiet his even cuter moans with the damp sleeve of a sweater. The skirt and panties he was wearing aroused the feline to no end, only getting him to thrust faster and more erratically. The thigh highs were the perfect touch. He wasn’t ashamed to have dressed Sebastian in such a way. In fact, he was ecstatic that the bat was enjoying it so much; he’d have to get him to dress like this more often. Maybe get him a choker, or better yet, a collar with his name on it! Something he could tug on when the little slut was being disobedient. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought that he was catching feelings for his friend.

But all he cared about right now was giving them both pleasure. While thrusting, the cat reached around to grab the bat’s slimy prick. It amazed him how much pre Sebastian was able to produce. The kid was like a god damned fountain! Samuel timed his hand movements with his thrusts, feeling his tapered cock throb in his hand. He leaned on top of the bat, putting his weight on him. It was hot and sweaty, and he could tell that they were both close. He wanted to explode inside of Sebastian to show him how much the bat really turned him on. All it would take is a couple more thrusts and…

They both came at the same time. Sebastian coating the mirror with his jizz while Samuel painted the bat’s insides. It was a strong orgasm, one that had the usually composed cat shaking. Maybe it was because he didn’t top often, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to lie on this bat, dumping load after load inside of him.

Sebastian was a sweaty mess under him, too. He was panting and trying to compose himself, but it’d be difficult to accomplish that with cum leaking out of his ass. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling. A mixture of euphoria and guilt? It was strange. He didn’t want this relationship to end, but he could tell they were reaching an emotional bond they wouldn’t be able to turn away from. But when he looked into the margay’s eyes, he felt as if everything was going to be alright. Samuel was just able to calm him down like that.

The lust was starting to drain, post-nut clarity beginning to hit. They had just fucked loudly in a changing room. How were they going to make it out of here without getting in trouble? But more importantly, did this mall have any showers or were they going to scrub themselves off in public sinks?