Art by  thewielder! Inked by  unknownwolf!

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Venti flexed an arm for the webcam, turning his wrist to and fro to make the muscles move under his fur. People were donating like crazy to watch. He suspected the increase in popularity was an effect of the magazine cover. He supposed perhaps it might be time to retire from the webcamming, or at least tone it down some.

Like that would ever happen.

He slowly puffed out his chest, flexing the pecs. The donations doubled. He then started pulling the neck strap away from his head. The donations tripled. Geez, he thought, I might be able to make rent for the next two months with just tonight's donations. He was on a streak of good fortune, and while he knew it wouldn't--couldn't--last, he was going to milk it for all it was worth. Maybe he'd take Art out to his favorite restaurant.

Was Art watching? He and the lion never really talked about his side venture--mostly because Venti considered it unfit for discussion--so he wondered if Art even looked at the preview videos. Most likely not, because why bother paying for the cow when the milk was free?

By now he was naked, exposed to the world. He gave the viewers just enough nudity to keep them going. Tonight wasn't going to be the full monty, but they still donated even with the knowledge. Venti had told them ahead of time, and yet they stuck with it. Their imaginations could fill in the blanks, and they probably made him more hung than he truly was in real life. Not that he minded...

His poses were interrupted by a knock on the door. He almost chose to ignore it, but at this time of night it wouldn't be some random stranger. Well, there was a chance, but usually it was the neighbor's kids who accidentally tossed their ball onto his patio. "Show's over," he said with a grin. "I'll see you all next week."

He turned off the webcam, put on his shorts and a tank top, then opened the door with a grin which faded as soon as he saw who was at the door.

"Hi, Venti."

"Hello, Damon."

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