"Hey. You. Why do you wear girls clothes?"

It was a question that Bendy had been used to being asked; they were halfway through the school year, and he was the only boy who walked around in dresses, skirts and black hoodies that clung to his slim frame. Some people guessed he was a girl, others a guy who was 'weird', and rumours of him had been plentiful, and the lack of a school uniform allowed him to wear whatever he 'wanted', but it meant getting stares, some nice, some not. What he wasn't expecting, however, was for someone with similarly feminine features to be asking him that question.

"...I just do." Bendy, a young, 12-year-old rabbit, looked at the other cub speaking to him as he brushed a lock of black and lilac hair from in front of his face, so he could look at the other boy with both eyes. He was a cheetah with a particularly surly expression, but his black hair was long and straight, reaching as far as his back. It looked like he'd tried to dye it, but the colour hadn't stuck very well at the front-- a trace of some dark purple but nothing more.

"Why?" The cheetah snapped, shuffling awkwardly in contrastingly masculine clothes that were still form-fitting, but noticeably boyish. Bendy looked at him with a half-lidded stare-- not tired, but bored, as school often made him. The rabbit shifted in his seat, letting the hair fall back over his left eye. A bow with a skull in the centre framed that side of his face, and his long, floppy ears bulked up the volume of his hair at the back, which curled slightly at the ends and arguably reached further than the cheetah's own.

"I don't know." Bendy felt embarrassed, didn't want to admit it was because his guardian often pressured him into wearing it, but it wasn't like Bendy particularly minded the outfits, and he did feel pretty good in them. The cheetah shifted on the spot, looking around-- they were in the cafeteria, amidst lunch-- before he looked back at the rabbit, his expression difficult to read. Finally, his face soured, and he looked away, but he didn't stride off. Instead, he leaned in a little closer to keep talking.

"I want to try it," The cheetah bowed his body and brought his head a little closer, a smile playing on his lips. "Do you think you could show me?"

"Uh...what?" Bendy was taken by surprise, but he wasn't totally against the idea; it'd be nice to have a friend who was also into dressing like a girl, considering he was the only one he knew.

"Meet me after school," The cheetah came even closer, and yet it wasn't really uncomfortable. "Let's go to your place, yeah?"

The feline's lilac eyes twinkled with mischief, and Bendy had the feeling he couldn't really refuse. Before the rabbit could respond, too frozen up to muster the courage initially, the cheetah straightened and adjusted his hoodie before flashing a smile.

"See you after school." With that, he turned on a heel and abruptly walked away, leaving Bendy confused, but also strangely hopeful. He turned back to his food, lost in thought, and to his left, a classmate asked him what that was about. Bendy had no idea and just shook his head, for he didn't know either; he'd only ever seen the cheetah around, and hadn't really interacted with him before that moment. Maybe it was the rumours that had been spreading around about Bendy's crossdressing, people asking him if he was actually a girl pretending to be a guy, or some other far-fetched theory. Bendy had largely ignored it, since he had no reason to feed into it, but it must have made its way to the cheetah somehow.

Speaking of rumours, it wasn't only the person next to Bendy who had overheard the conversation; rumours about cross-dressing, which had already been plentiful around Bendy, began to spread throughout his year like wildfire. Bendy had no idea the kind of person the cheetah was, who he came to learn was called Amos, but he was apparently eccentric and a bit of an enigma. People had been dying to know more about him for months, and had plenty of wild gossip-y stories to share about to Bendy, who really had no interest in any of it. They immediately questioned if he was dating him, and the rabbit denied the accusations, naturally. His only reprieve was his actual classes, where the gossipers were forced to leave him alone to study or pay attention to the teacher. It made the latter half of the day chaotic, and only served to leave Bendy with more questions about what kind of person the cheetah was, and why they were so interested in the way he dressed. He was sure he'd find out pretty soon.

When the last class was over, Bendy headed out the main front doors of the school and descended the steps, immediately picking up the sight of Amos standing by the edge of the street, right at the school gates, with his arms folded. The rabbit had no idea how the other boy got there first, but it didn't matter; he headed closer and Amos noticed him approaching, straightening up as a smile stretched across his face.

"Where do you live?" Amos asked him, and Bendy glanced down the road, adjusting his backpack.

"Not far..." He mumbled, and started walking without thinking too much about it. Amos quickly followed, linking his arm with Bendy's own, and the rabbit felt strangely unable to shake him off, though he couldn't understand why. Bendy wasn't lying about how close he lived; they ended up at his front porch within 10 minutes or so. It was a charming home, relatively normal from the outside and, from what Bendy remembered, empty-- his guardian wasn't home at that moment. Bendy fumbled in his pockets for a key as Amon stood behind him in a way that felt like he was breathing down his neck, but the rabbit figured he must be overreacting to even think that.

"So why do they call you Bendy?" Amos asked bluntly, and the rabbit felt the heat rise to his face.

"They just do..." He didn't want to admit it was a given nickname for how flexible he was, or how 'hot' he was when he was bent over-- that felt weird to share with someone he had only just met. Amos didn't press further, thankfully,  and after a few moments of key twisting, the door unlocked and Bendy let them in. A narrow entryway that barely managed to have space for a hallway down to the rooms beyond and a set of stairs upwards greeted them, and the rabbit clicked the door shut, twisting the lock, once the two were inside.

"Where's your parents?" Amos was blunt in his question, and Bendy rubbed his arm for a moment as he padded to the foot of the stairs.

"My guardian's out until later," The rabbit shrugged. "He doesn't normally get home for a few hours."

"Oh. Huh," Amos barely thought anything of it before he stepped closer, grabbing Bendy by the hand as he swept past him and up a couple of steps. "Well, come on!"

The rabbit's eyes widened, but he somehow allowed himself to be dragged up the stairs to his own room, which he had to briefly give directions on. At the end of the hallway was a simple white door, but as Amos pushed it open to reveal the room beyond, the interior was a stark contrast to the rest of the house. The walls were painted black, the furniture matched the walls, and several areas of the room-- handles of doors, bedsheets, accessories and even the lamp-- were a mixture of soft pastel lilacs and deep purples.

"Wow. Really goth," Amos remarked, though he had no room to talk, considering the faded scene-style highlight in his hair. "I like it."

"Thanks..." Bendy's face warmed, and he didn't want to say his guardian had mostly picked it out. He shuffled sheepishly across the room, suddenly more shy than he should be, to the door leading to his walk-in closet, and he hesitated before pulling it open, gesturing for Amos to look inside. It was weird, having another boy in his room-- Bendy had never had that before. But it was also kind of nice to see Amos light up and take in the sight of Bendy's wardrobe, a variety of dresses, some bright and flowery-- not his choice-- and others darker, matching the kind of aesthetic his hair and current clothes had. The cheetah turned on the spot, looking Bendy up and down, before he grinned.

"We're about the same height...can I try some on?" He asked with a bat of his eyelashes, and somehow Bendy couldn't refuse; the rabbit nodded, and with an even wider grin, Amos scooted back into the walk-in closet and started thumbing through the hanging clothes. Bendy had to wonder what he'd pick, but it made sense for him to go for something similar to what the rabbit was wearing...and sure enough, Amos plucked out a tight-fitting black top, and then a pretty short skirt right after. He held them up against him to see if they looked good, and looked at Bendy expectantly for his thoughts, but the rabbit just shrugged. To his surprise, Amos wasn't even shy about how he changed; he slid the clothes back onto the rack and immediately started pulling off his hoodie, throwing it in Bendy's direction once it was clear of his head. The rabbit stumbled backwards for a moment, his face covered, and he pulled it down just in time to see Amos stripping off his pants, followed by his underwear. Bendy waited just a little too long to turn around and be respectful, long enough for their eyes to briefly meet before the rabbit finally turned.

An uncomfortable silence followed as Bendy replayed the sight of it in his mind; Amos had a sheath, was a little different from his own crotch, and part of him wondered what it might look like hard. Bendy had never really had much interest in girls-- he'd been encouraged to kiss them once or twice, mostly by his guardian, but he'd never really connected with them...it was hard for him to say he was even attracted to boys either, but the way he kept thinking about Amos's sheath certainly made him think he might like boys, that was for sure.

"I'm done."

Bendy hesitated before he turned, and his young eyes widened, taking in the sight of his new potential friend. Amos was already arguably feminine-- he had a slim figure, which was pretty standard for cheetahs, but the hair certainly didn't help-- but he looked even more so with the form-fitting top and short skirt on his body, which seemed to accentuate the slight curves of his 12-year-old frame.

"How do I look?" Amos sounded strangely nervous for a moment before he swept it aside with a bright smile and a coy expression that left Bendy feeling put on the spot. The rabbit looked him up and down before he glanced across the closet to the shelves above, then to the right, where a small set of drawers sat on the right-hand side.

"Um...good. You need socks, too. And arm warmers." Bendy tried not to stare too much and moved toward the closet, opening a drawer as Amos slipped out of the way, brushing himself up against the rabbit when the boy rummaged. Bendy was sure the boy lingered far too much, and that became clear when he felt hands brushing across his sides, snaking across his hips and around to his front. Bendy stiffened pretty quickly, his back arching, and the cheetah purred with delight when his own slender, young, feminine body easily fit into the groove of that curve.

"These clothes look good on me, but I think they look even better on you." Amos purred, making Bendy's face scrunch up with a mixture of unease and shyness. A flush of embarrassment washed over him when Amos's hand trailed up his stomach, fingers coyly dancing and teasing over his slim-fitting top, and the rabbit squirmed briefly before his complaints were silenced by a grinding of Amos's hips. Bendy was a little uncomfortable, but part of him was also kind of excited, and a little appeasing...he didn't have a friend dressed like a girl like him. Something about that touch stirred his loins, but also made him anxious for what Amos was going to do next...he got the impression the cheetah was pretty direct, but not this direct.

Amos tugged with an eagerness to his movements, pulling Bendy out from the closet and bringing him over toward the bed, where he bumped Bendy's shins to the edge of it before Amos pushed. It was hard to tell whether he wanted Bendy up on the bed or just bent over it, and in the end the rabbit had to let Amos figure it out for himself-- it turned out, from the hand to his back, that he just wanted him bent over. Bendy wanted to muster some kind of complaint, but nothing came from his mouth as he rested his elbows on the blankets, his short tail raised and the skirt covering his behind...at least, it was. Two greedy feline hands lifted the back, revealing the black panties that covered up all of the teen's undercarriage, from his cheeks to his bulge.

The cheetah seemed like an impatient sort; without much warning, he grabbed at the cub rabbit's underwear and yanked it down at the back, exposing Bendy's naked behind-- it wasn't the first time the rabbit had been naked around other males, of course, but he still felt sheepish knowing this was someone knew, whom he'd only just met and spoken to that day. He jolted and stiffened when greedy hands grabbed at his behind and flexing fingers squeezed his flesh, parting it enough to expose the hole. The growl he heard from the cheetah made him nervous enough to speak.

"What are you doing...?" Bendy's eyes widened, flustered, but he kept his composure-- truthfully, he already had a pretty good idea, and yet he felt put on the spot. Amos didn't answer at first, his digits flexing, before he grabbed at Bendy's underwear again and made sure it slid down further, until it was caught around the rabbit's slim knees. A hand dragged up his inner thigh and groped at the soft fur and skin beneath, before clawtips and teasing digits brushed with the rabbit boy's taint, making Bendy shudder briefly before Amos's grip closed around the boy's hips. He could feel his young ass getting spread, and knew what was going to happen-- moments later, the warmth of a roaming tongue and the hot breath of a horny cheetah cub pressed over his taut hole.

Bendy wasn't expecting the day to go like this, but part of him wasn't complaining; Amos's tongue was a little rough, like all felines were, but he was diligently slow and seemed all too eager to please the rabbit, who could do nothing but clamp his mouth shut and curl his hands into fists against the bedsheets, his body turning rigid. He didn't understand Amos's angle, why he had switched from curious to horny, and he wondered if he'd ever figure it out-- in the moment, however, it ultimately didn't matter. The feline's tongue rolled in circles, smearing spit across every little crevice and spasm of flesh until he started to probe with the appendage, his muzzle brushing against Bendy's fur as he pressed and kept the cheeks spread wide. Bendy's entrance resisted it at first, but it was easy for the tongue to slip inside, just enough to get in an inch or so deep before the coarseness of the feline's tongue made Bendy clench up, an involuntary squeak passing through his lips. He had to swallow it down, but he was certain Amos heard it.

The deeper Amos tried to ram his tongue, the more Bendy clenched, until his legs were locked together, his ankles meeting tightly, his balls squished between his slim, feminine thighs. A groan came from Amos as he let out a deep exhale before, with a grunt, he pulled back and Bendy breathed a sigh of relief. He was embarrassed to realise that the tonguing had turned him on quite a bit, and his humanoid-shaped cock was pressed against the edge of the bed, nudging into the sheets-- he'd already made a tiny damp spot from his pubescent pre-cum. He was glad his guardian wasn't home to see this; they'd enjoy themselves a little too much.

A finger eventually came to Bendy's spit-slick entrance, probing in ways that had the rabbit briefly squirming before he controlled himself, and the growl that came from Amos told Bendy that wriggling was a bad idea. Without warning, a digit slipped into his behind, pressing through the clenching flesh, then a second joined it shortly after. It was surprising how only the spit helped to ease their entry, and a spasm of discomfort and pleasure shot up his spine when the young cheetah spread his fingers, stretching the rabbit's hold even more. He didn't want to deny it, but it felt good, and part of him enjoyed being dominated in such a way...though, the other part of him found it quite annoying.

He could feel Amos's fingers plunge deeper, enough to reach the knuckle, and though Bendy had taken bigger in his life, that feeling of fullness still hit him and left him strangely content. A hum came from him that made his face flush with embarrassment and irritation, and Amos's little chuckle just made it worse. Those fingers flexed again, curling to push against his inner walls, but it was the wrong angle to reach the prostate; Bendy would have to be spread-eagled on his back for that to happen. He could vaguely feel the withdrawal of the cheetah's digits followed by their quick entry again, done to catch Bendy by surprise, and his hole quivered and twitched, falling for the bait. Bendy was so focused on how it felt that he didn't even pay attention to the noisy shuffle of clothes behind him, and moments later, when Amos had withdrawn his fingers again, a throbbing mass replaced it.

Bendy's eyes widened, but he didn't get a chance to complain or protest; Amos was already angling his cock down, and with a grunt, he thrust, roughly, immediately spearing the cub's hole and hilting in a single thrust. The rabbit's back arched as his body responded to the sudden lurch of discomfort that came from the abrupt entry, followed by the waves of pleasure that came from his own squeezing flesh around a feline cock. Amos's hands slid around him, one cupping around his hips and digging deeply enough for a thumb to rub against his pelvis bone, whilst the other cupped around, sliding between the rabbit's body and the blankets to stroke along his front, sneaking beneath his top to go for his white-furred front.

"Mmmh..." Amos leaned forward enough for his muzzle to brush against the back of Bendy's head, sinking into his grey and lilac hair, and he nuzzled into it before pulling back, though his body remained. He rocked his hips and nudged Bendy against the bed a couple of times before sliding back, and it was then that the rabbit became aware of how distinctly feline Amos's cock was; the grazing along his insides that made his body shudder, thanks to barbs, was unmistakable. Amos withdrew only enough to reach about halfway before he slammed his hips forward, being rough with his new friend, and his eyes widened with glee when Bendy whimpered in response. He cupped a hand around and tilted the rabbit's head so that his lips were in reach, and Bendy's eyes flew open when the cheetah's muzzle brushed with his in a brief, cursory kiss at first, before it deepened, his head angling to get the best entry for his tongue as he kneaded and rolled his hips, pushing with enough firmness to make Bendy's body slid slightly on the bed. The rabbit had been kissed before, but something about this felt strange, though he couldn't put his finger on it. It made any ounce of protest in him immediately crumble away, and even his clenching hands loosened, albeit for only a moment. Amos dragged his hips back again as their kiss parted, and he slammed forward another time, watching the rabbit's expression, and he smiled wider when Bendy's face scrunched up, wincing only briefly.

Bendy wasn't expecting him to be rough, but perhaps he should have known better, given the cheetah's confident attitude. With purposefully slow movements, Amos inches himself back and rammed forward hard with every rhythmic motion, coaxing reactions out of the rabbit-- to Bendy's annoyance, he unfortunately gave them, and it just made him more shy, which Amos seemed to relish. Each hard shove made him make a noise, even if it was nothing but a short, restrained grunt, and each time Amos groaned, as if he relished the noises more than the act of sex. Over time, he began to pick up speed, his slow and tender withdrawals becoming harsher, leaning closer towards tugs and yanks. He would pull back and drag his barbs along Bendy's insides, soothing the ache with a hard thrust, making the rabbit's cute, feminine body jiggle with the force of it, over and over.

Amos grunted with the effort of his thrusts and, over time, subtly moved to change his position and tactics. Whilst he loved to settle his own feminine body up against Bendy's own and feel the rabbit's hammering heartbeat through his slender back, he needed to dominate him more; he didn't know why, but it was a need that couldn't be ignored. He slowly straightened himself up, sliding his hand out from beneath the cub's body and placing it on his back as he shuffled, spreading his legs a little more to re-angle himself. He tugged back and pounded hard again, and without Amos's body to keep him steady, Bendy visibly squirmed, his hands curled on the bed, fingers flexing and gripping hard enough to the blankets to pull them across the bed slightly as he was fucked.

The cheetah picked up speed rapidly, his swinging hips rough on the rabbit, part of him doing it purely to dominate him and show him who's on top, whilst the other really just enjoyed seeing him writhe and moan. The noises that filled the air, and cacophonous slapping sounds of Amos's feminine hips meeting with Bendy's own, filled the room and drowned out the restrained sounds coming from Bendy's lips, but Amos's hard panting was still prominent and audible amongst it all. The feline slid his hand up Bendy's body and to his hand, snaking digits between the strands, until he reached one of the rabbit's long ears, which almost blended into his long hair. His fingers looped around one, and he pulled, jerking Bendy's head more upright, and just that alone was enough to wrench a more significant moan from the rabbit's mouth.

Amos slammed and pounded as hard as he could as he felt the pressure in his loins rapidly build, his hips bucking with a reckless fervency, with a dominating frenzy that couldn't be quenched, even as he pulled on Bendy's ear and forced the rabbit to arch his back. Unbeknownst to the cheetah, who didn't even feel how much Bendy was squeezing and flexing around him, the rabbit was at his limit-- it was only when Bendy squeaked, high-pitched, before he let out a shaky guttural groan did Amos realise he'd made the rabbit cum; little globs of seed clung to Bendy's stomach and stained his blankets as his prostate was milked by the feline's ramming pre-teen cock. The thought that he'd made the boy nut just from being roughly fucked, from being dominated, was enough to send Amos over the edge. He closed his eyes and bit the bottom of his lip, grinning from cheek to cheek as he thrust the last few necessary times, until his legs shook with his impending release. He gripped his hand to Bendy's hips tightly, tugging just a little more on his ear until, with a groan, he pressed deep. Dribbles of young nut shot with each throb into Bendy's hold, blasting deep until his cock was spent and his breathing ragged and heavy. He kneaded despite that, milking out every last drop until there was nothing left to give. All the while, Bendy squeezed and endured, his face lax and his eyelids drooping, exhausted from being fucked so hard. He was still being pulled upward, and Amos didn't let him go for a good while, if only so he could lean in close and run his mouth over Bendy's neck and back up with his chin. God knows how he was able to get into the position he was in, but he tilted Bendy's very flexible body back enough for Amos to lean in and make him tilt his head to the side, so they could kiss once more. He made that post-nut kiss linger for far too long, and Bendy found his body starting to ache pretty quickly from maintaining that insane bendy, his ear stinging slightly from being pulled. It was only when Amos was starting to pull out that he finally parted the kiss, sighing with satisfaction as he straightened his body.

Bendy flopped his body forward and laid with his chest on the bed, feet barely touching the ground, as he felt the blankets to his side sink, indicating that Amos was sitting next to him. Neither of them said anything for a few moments before Amos piped up.

"Can I sleep over?" Though it was worded like a question, he made it sound more like a demand...and Bendy found it hard to refuse. His guardian wouldn't mind-- hell, they'd love to see Bendy making a friend.

Amos tried many things that night, pushing the limits of what Bendy was comfortable with, like a predator playing with their food, and Bendy was putty in his hands, so easily manipulated. Part of him liked it, even if the rest didn't, and neither of them really got that much sleep-- Amos kept his hands to himself for most of it, but there were a number of times he wanted to get rough, and so he did.

When they arrived at school the next day, things were different between them in ways that Bendy couldn't put his finger on; he might know what sex is, but he was still quite naive. The main difference was appearance; Amos had ditched all the boyish, baggy clothing he'd worn the day before and had pinched multiple feminine-presenting clothes from Bendy's wardrobe-- Bendy already turned heads, but people practically stared when they saw Amos. Whether they were stunned by how good he looked or appalled, it was hard to say.

Bendy sighed through his nose and regretted being more of a centre of attention by the time he reached his locker, and as he stowed away some of his books, Amos leaned against the metal, watching him with a hungry expression in his eyes. His gaze flicked up to the clock beyond him, before he leaned in close to the rabbit, grabbing him by the chin. Bendy's head was forced to turn toward him, and the boy's eyes widened as Amos unceremoniously planted a kiss right on his lips, in front of multiple other kids in his year. He lingered, and Bendy got the distinct impression that Amos was doing it for the audience...though, the kiss was nice. When the cheetah eventually pulled away, Bendy was embarrassed to admit his cheeks were flushed, and his heartbeat had quickened.

"See you after class...boyfriend." Amos grinned from cheek to cheek, and as he sidled past Bendy and sauntered down the hall, making heads turn as he went, Bendy stared after him.

"We're not dating..." Bendy was sure he spoke loud enough for Amos to hear, but the cheetah didn't look back. The rabbit watched him go, his lips pursed into a line, before he turned back to his locker and hid his face in it, his heart hammering faster than ever before.