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Hollister is No Place for a Goth

The suburban shopping mall is truly the greatest battleground in the United States. In those wide halls lined with various shops, a silent war was fought on a daily basis. Cody was but one soldier in the never-ending battle, and was prepared to fight until his very last breath, for in the unsung war between goths and preps, the only middle ground to be had was to be a poser, and thus be totally fucking lame.

The snow leopard was seeking shelter in the last refuge against these fucking preps who were gradually taking over more and more of the mall: the Hot Topic shoved in the corner between Spencer's Gifts and the JC Penny that served as the anchor store. Within the walls of Hot Topic, Cody was safe from the stares of those filthy conformists on their way to buy necklaces or perfumes or whatever the hell else suburban soccer moms spent their money on. Every once in a while one would linger outside the entrance, but the death metal posters and lack of Justin Bieber t-shirts would have them fleeing back from whence they came.

Cody spent quite a few hours of his days at the mall. Despite being eighteen and having a part-time job, it wasn't giving him enough hours to save up for his own car (all the better - Dairy Queen made him wear a uniform and wouldn't let him wear his makeup so he could better conform to their corporate slave image), so his time at the mall was dictated by his mom's errands. Today, Cody found himself spending his time while waiting for his mom to pick him up by educating the cashier behind the counter.

"Seriously though, you've gotta get rid of those My Chemical Romance albums over there," Cody lectured an increasingly unamused ferret girl behind the counter, "Everyone knows they're not real hardcore, and only dumb emo posers listen to them! Before long this place will be crawling with people who think they're goths just because they read some teen romance book with vampires in it."

"Uh huh... yup...." the ferret droned, pretending to be interested just in case her manager walked by, "Yup... I'll write to corporate...."

After loitering for about an hour to "recharge his goth batteries", Cody finally wandered out - mostly because he was finally feeling relaxed enough and not at all because the mall rent-a-cop had been giving him looks as he rode by on his Segway. The chains clipped to his baggy bondage pants clicked with every step as they brushed up against the metal studs that dotted the black cotton. Even though it was starting to creep into triple digits outside, the air conditioning in the mall was enough to keep Cody from having to zip off the convertible pants into shorts - all the conformists would be wearing those anyways. To cope, he stopped at a vending machine for a can of Dr. Pepper. When you've got thick snow leopard fur and insist on walking around dressed in roughly ten pounds worth of all black clothing, nothing brings relief like a cold, refreshing Dr. Pepper!

As he made his way to the food court, his off-brand MP3 player pumping KMFDM into his ears at a volume his parents would certainly disapprove of, the teen passed by all of the worst stores in the mall: Banana Republic, GAP, and... ugh... fucking Hollister. All the stores where the shirts had the name of the store emblazoned on the front so that you could be a walking billboard. As he sipped his ice cold Dr. Pepper and savored the 23 unique flavors, he mentally scoffed at the idea of being such a corporate shill. At least he had the self-respect to rock a Mindless Self Indulgence t-shirt, so he was showing off cool shit that all the conformists would hate.

Coming to the end of Prep Row, Cody looked in through the window of the Hollister. The huge LCD display alternated between scenes of sporty-looking people with their stupid boring clothes flapping in the wind and lists of various sales that were going on. Like they'd ever get him to set foot into one of their stores anyways. Boring preps selling the same old clothes to boring preps and perpetuating the never-ending circle. Cody smirked confidently to himself - he'd have nothing to do with these people, he was all about showing how unique he was by doing all of his clothing shopping at the same store that all of his other non-conformist friends shopped at.

It was then that Cody got a clever idea. He'd go into the Hollister and pretend to be super interested in buying up a bunch of clothes, acting like a prep while so clearly a goth! He'd probably make everyone inside's heads start to smoke, and the whole time he'd just be laughing to himself.

Cody brushed his dyed-black hair out of his face for a moment, only to let it fall back over his right eye as his haircut demanded. He looked up at the beach-shack style roof that hung over the entryway and rolled his eyes as he walked inside. He held his breath for just a few seconds, half expecting to burst into flames as he walked in. Inside were leather upholstered chairs, bookshelves loaded with folded shirts and jeans, area rugs spread across the grey flooring, all trying so hard to give a corporate-approved look and feel of "rustic and old-fashioned but still totally in tune with today's hip young kids".

The snow leopard hissed a bit under his breath, like his tender gothic flesh was boiling in the prep-tainted air of the Hollister. He took a sip of his soda and began to wander around, taking one earbud out in hopes of hearing shocked gasps and the sounds of feeble conformist minds exploding.

Unfortunately, there were no other customers around at 1pm on a Thursday. The only other people in the store were the employees. One red panda sat behind the counter flashing Approve Customer Service Smile #28-B at everyone who entered, while another was busy stocking shelves and making sure everything was properly arranged while they were slow. Their clean cut looks, their athletic builds, their popular clothing styles that did not feature a single black article... everything about the red pandas was the pure antithesis of everything Cody stood for!

Cody meandered through the racks and stacks in the clothing shack, slowly feeling increasingly out of place. What's worse, the two red pandas didn't seem even remotely nonplussed at his presence... entirely plussed, in fact. Time to step it up. Cody wandered around, picking up a pair of slim, faded-looking jeans and a few t-shirts with the company logo silkscreened on the front. He gathered them up and approached the stocking red panda, a smug naughty grin on his face.

"Like, excuse me," Cody addressed the panda, trying to do his best impression of what a prep would say, "So like, where can I like, try these on?"

The red panda looked at Cody, then back to his coworker, then back to Cody, then back to his coworker. Out of nowhere a huge grin spread across the prep's face, like he'd just been asked if he wanted to play football or something.

"Hey Chad, changing room key?" the stocker called out to the cashier.

The cashier nodded knowingly, opening a drawer and pulling out a set of keys. He left the counter and approached the two, tossing and catching the keys in his paws.

"Why of course, Brad," Chad responded, leading them both to the back wall with a row of doors.

Cody raised an eyebrow. After casually ignoring him for five minutes, the two red pandas now suddenly seemed invested in their customer service as they both escorted the snow leopard to the changing rooms. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, walking Cody forward with a matching pair of leering grins.

"Actually... that's okay," Cody stammered out, trying to get around the two red pandas, "I think I left my wallet at home anyways, so, y'know, no shopping for me."

"Oh, perish the thought," Brad rested two heavy paws on Cody's shoulders, blocking his escape, "No time like the present to try on a new look right?"

The red pandas ushered Cody to the back of the store, shoving him into the small makeshift corridor of fitting rooms. Brad swung open one of the doors so Chad could push snow leopard inside. Cody's eyes widened, his ears folding back down as he tried to push his way past the athletically built red panda.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Cody demanded, trying to get back to the dressing room door, "Let me the fuck out of here you... fucking prep!"

Chad just scoffed, catching Cody by the sleeve of his MSI shirt and immediately tugging on it to pull away the punk rock shirt.

"I told you," Cody took on a lecturing tone, "we're here to give you a new look. What, you think you're the first edgelordy hipster to come up with the super original idea to walk through Hollister ironically?"

Before Cody could defend his pride and bemoan having goths conflated with hipsters, the red panda had deftly removed his shirt and was already working to undo the first of Cody's three belts - specifically, the studded one. The snow leopard tried to yank himself away, but Chad's muscular arm pinned him to the dressing room wall. With no small effort, the red panda finally got the third and final belt undone and was able to slide a paw down Cody's stomach and down the front of his baggy bondage trousers, groping around the young goth's groin.

"H-hey! How dare you!" Cody objected, trying to sound threatening, "How dare you fondle the prince of evil like that you dick!"

"The prince of evil?" Chad scoffed, rolling his eyes as he grabbed at the snow leopard's tail, "You work at fucking Dairy Queen."

With that, Chad took the tip of Cody's tail and stuffed it into the snow leopard's mouth to muffle his protests. He tugged on the waist of the snow leopard's black canvas pants, popping off the button and letting them fall to the ground, leaving the snow leopard in just his Jack Skellington boxers. The red panda growled possessively as he groped at the feline again, groping around his sheath and kneading. Cody squeezed his eyes shut and winced, trying hard to think of something else. Chad grinned and pinned Cody with his back against the wall, the red panda fondling his unlikely prey until his pink cock began to swell, poking out of its white sheath.

"Yup, just as I thought," the jock sneered, "Beneath all those cheap Hot Topic clothes and gratuitous makeup, you're about as dark and edgy as cotton candy."

Cody whined and tried to push back against the red panda to no avail. Say what you will about how lame football is, spending most of high school gym class sitting under the bleachers and reading Lovecraft wasn't exactly a great way to build muscle mass in retrospect.

As Brad busied himself with picking out a new set of clothes and slinging them over the changing room door, Chad got to work gripping Cody's cock, stroking up and down along the feline's shaft. His muzzle stuffed with his own tail, the snow leopard could only give a muffled moan and whine as the red panda molested him in the changing room of the most terrifying place possible for a goth. The red panda seemed to take great pleasure in the situation, his red and brown ringed tail twitching with excitement as he jerked the snow leopard off.

The situation was too much for Cody. He whimpered as he felt his entire body tense up. He curled his toes as several spurts of feline seed began to shoot from his cocktip. He moaned into his tail as the red panda's fingerpads teased over his sensitive little barbs, before Chad wiped his sticky paw off on Cody's spotty thigh.

"Well now, he sure didn't last long," Brad laughed as he let himself into the cramped changing room, "I was hoping I could have a go, but I guess my impeccable dress sense was needed."

Brad chortled and used Cody's bondage pants to clean up rest of the mess. The spent snow leopard hardly put up any resistance as the red panda bros relieved him of his boxers.

"Now, about that new outfit... I think Brad's picked out something very nice for you."

Brad nodded and grinned, reaching for the top item on the pile he'd slung over the changing room door: a pair of white boxer briefs dotted with the Hollister logo all over, with the store name emblazoned across the waistband in huge, unmistakable letters. He and Chad helped Cody into his new shorts, the snow leopard cringing as they clung to his fur. What's the point of having the store name on the underwear anyways, he silently groaned, it's not like anybody's going to see them and be like "oh man where did you get those?"

Next up were the pants, a slim-fitting pair of faded blue jeans with several holes already ripped in strategic locations to make it look like when he was a cub and would wear his jeans until they literally fell apart. Seriously, how did that look ever catch on? The two red pandas eased Cody into the tight pants, having to work them up slowly to his waist. The jeans' low cut ensured that the Hollister branding on his boxer briefs would be plainly visible without a long shirt to cover it. At least all of Cody's shirts were nice and long, but when Brad relieved him on his favorite MSI shirt, he began to get a sinking feeling. When Cody saw the top they'd picked out for him, he immediately found a new burst of energy to struggle against the two store clerks.

"Couldn't find this in a guys' style... but I think it'll suit you far too well."

Chad held Cody's arms up high, letting Brad pull on a girls' t-shirt onto the snow leopard. A white shirt with bright magenta patterns, and an unmissable, unhideable print of Carly Rae Jepsen. As the cotton fabric slid against Cody's fur, it felt as though it was searing his tender goth flesh with its conformity. Feeling Cody's horror as they pulled on the new shirt, Chad grinned from ear to ear as he taunted the goth feline.

"Hey, I just groped you, and this is crazy, but here's your new clothes, so wear them maybe."

Brad rolled his eyes at his partner's terrible joke, but completed Cody's new look with a mesh-backed trucker hat with, naturally, "HOLLISTER" stitched into the front. Satisfied, Chad spun Cody around to face the mirror, the two leering red pandas flanking him and cooing condescendingly.

"What a perfect look," Chad affirmed, "You've really outdone yourself this time."

"Why thank you," Brad laughed, "Definitely an improvement."

"Shall we send our project out into the world?"

"Oh I think we must let everyone see!"

Before Cody could protest, the door to the changing room swung open and the snow leopard was ushered out into the store proper. There were still no customers in the store to have seen or heard what had happen, or to raise a brow as Cody was dragged out towards the entrance. He could feel his fur burn from the touch of these preppy clothes with their preppy labels and their endorsement of preppy music.

The two jocks brought Cody to the entrance and casually shoved him out into the middle of the mall, their predatory grins hardly diminished.

"Thanks for shopping at Hollister! We expect to see you again VERY soon."