The Face of a Loser (Patreon)

Chrysante was always something of a braggart.

If he wasn't bragging about himself, he was bragging about a skill he possessed.... and if it wasn't about a talent, he was on about any number of collectibles he'd amassed throughout the years. He'd use any opportunity to show off to anyone who dared lend their attention.

Surprisingly enough, he never bragged about his sexual prowess.

Many would find it odd that a man of his type avoided talking about sex. He was usually pretty forward when flirting, and even after securing the interest of another, he just never led the conversation in that direction.

In fact, he'd often promoted the complete opposite of what one might expect of a braggart, and as far as anyone online knew he was a terrible lay in every conceivable way.

Oral, Vaginal, Anal... every entry was always a bad time with him.

He wore this badge of failure proudly and felt no shame whenever anyone ever questioned him about his bedroom performance. He rather enjoyed hearing about it--knowing that that sort of thing kept most people from propositioning him.

Those who propositioned him anyway, well...

Playing 'hard to get' often worked in his favor. In fact, very few people knew the truth about how well he worked his overzealous motormouth-- and those that did know kept it nice and quiet. Vance never told a soul.

He'd also never let it slip that the civet was rather hard to satisfy.

As much as he loved being kissed, tied down, and fondled, you could stroke him all night and still never see the silver creature bust his nut. After a while, it became something of a game for the hyena--who took every task as a duty.

Vance was never much of a kisser. Not sober, at least-- but he took a great deal of pleasure exploring every spot on Chrysante's body in an effort to see exactly what it was that made him tick.

He learned that his most sensitive places were his chest, belly, ears, and paws. He was extremely ticklish and made cute little whimpering noises if you bit him nice and hard on the nape of his neck. If you pet his head when he'd wrapped his lips around you, he'd subtly growl... or was that a purr?

In hindsight, it should have been obvious what Chrysante needed to get off, but perhaps Vance just enjoyed toying with him. It wasn't until the civet mounted him that he heard that delightful cry-- the one that made him want to hilt the smaller creature until he sang like a canary. He always loved hearing that sound.

And those faces. They were infinitely expressive. Even Chrys's most unflattering face was somehow picture perfect--and the more embarrassing, the more tempted he was to snap a photo to keep.

So he made a game out of it.

First to finish had to take a picture for their lock screen, and apply it for a week.

Wasn't hard to figure out that Chrys wanted to be filled like a donut. He even came complete with a thick glaze.

Say cheese.