Small Cumfurts Episode 2

In another post that was deleted (and so will now be an ‘archival post’ when re-published) I talked about projects I had worked on in late-2022. One of those is the now-infamous (a fact!) Small Cumfurts series by yours truly.

Background

This was originally published in 2025, but it was written in 2022 (not 2023 as I’ve previously written). Specifically on August 31, 2022, four whole days after The Otter Pops was written. Both were written in one day. This discrepancy, combined with other factors, leads me to quote the current Episode 1 post:

… I previously described this as being in 2023 in a currently unavailable post, but, in reality, this didn’t happen in 2023. … The events surrounding these episodes happened during 2022, such as Maus starting work on the character creator for the disastrous BOSSFIGHT: Song of Sparklemuffin.

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All other topics, such as my creative process, the intended final product, and other further clarifications can be found in the Episode 1 – The Otter Pops post.

And so, without further ado…

Here’s Small Cumfurts: Episode 2 – Impropriety With A Vampire

Some might think this is a fitting tribute. It is not.

Satyrotica Presents

A Lewdonarrative Game
(Artificial Dream Productions)

Small Cumfurts

Written And Programmed By
Asher Wolfstein

Graphics By
That Smug Cat

Music By
Asher Wolfstein
That Smug Cat

Episode 2 - “Impropriety With A Vampire”

	I still remember to this day…

	We were just playing video games.

William: Urgh! I can’t believe you beat me again!

Gage: Haha, I don’t even know what I’m doing. I guess I’m a natural.

William: Heh, yeah, I guess.

William: That’s the tournament, you won.

Gage: Yes! Haha.

	The young wolf put his controller down and turned to look at me. I looked back at him, smiling. He had that look.

Gage: I really appreciate you inviting me to sleep over, Will. Your house is huge, your mom is nice, your room is awesome…

Will: Well, thanks, I…

Gage: It’s just, so many people look down on me because I’m a skunk. But you… you don’t seem to care about things like that.

	Will peered at me, his expression turning pensive.

Will: Well… You deserve a little credit too. It’s not every person who wants to hang out with a stuck-up, haughty, spoiled rich kid either.

Gage: Hey! You’re not like that!

Will: But some people think I am. They see the money before they see the person.

	I paused for a couple of seconds as it struck me.

Gage: It’s funny. We’re so different, but we’re kinda the same.

	Will got that look on his face again. It was the look that usually got us into some kind of trouble.

Will: You wanna play a different game?

Gage: Like, not a videogame?

Will: No, a big people game.

Gage: Oh! What do you want to pretend?

Will: I’ll pretend to be a girl, and you pretend to be my boyfriend.

Gage: That sounds a little… weird.

Will: No, it’s great. So I sit next to you like this.

	Will positioned himself next to me on the edge of the bed.

Will: Then we hold paws, like this.

	He grasped my paw with his. It was surprisingly gentle. I could feel my heart starting to beat faster. What was happening?

Gage: And… then?

Will: Well, when I saw my sister do this, the next thing they did was lean in close, like this.

	Will tilted his head towards mine, and I instinctively did the same thing. My face was flushed, and I felt hot and excited all over.

Will: And then they did this…

	And with that William Cravner Jr. kissed me. I’d only ever seen people kiss on TV and in the movies. My parents never kissed. It always looked so awkward and unpleasant.

	But this, somehow, this was different. It felt warm, gentle, and special. It was like we were sharing something that could not be said.

	Then his mom came in.

Mrs. Cravner: Okay, boys, time for…

	Our lips parted and we quickly turned to face her. We looked at her, stunned. She looked at us, equally stunned. And then those words seemed to almost erupt out of her maw.

Mrs. Cravner: William Jefferson Cravner the Second! WHAT do you think you’re doing?

Will: Nothing Ma!

Mrs. Cravner: You!

	Her terrifying gaze turned to me. I wanted to just shrink into the bed.

Mrs. Cravner: I knew I shouldn’t have let William invite you. You put him up to this. Is this what you do for fun where you come from?

Will: Ma, it’s not like that!

Mrs. Cravner: I knew you were trouble, your kind always is.

Will: What did we do wrong? Vicky kisses her boyfriends all the time!

	Mrs. Cravner seemed to gain back a little composure. She stood there for a few seconds, which seemed like minutes, looking down at both of us with absolute disdain. Then she finally spoke in a very stern tone.

Mrs. Cravner: Proper boys like you do NOT have boyfriends, especially ones like him. What would your father think of this impropriety?!

	At that, I could see a change come over Will. His ears dropped, and he turned to me with sad and forlorn eyes.

William: I’m… sorry, Gage.

	I was too young at the time to realize the painful feeling in my chest was a broken heart.

Mrs. Cravner: Get your things little mephit, you’re going home and you’re not coming back!

Gage: Will!

Mrs. Cravner: That’s William to you!

	William just sat there, tears in his eyes, and didn’t say another word.

	Later, he transferred schools.

	I never saw him again.

	—-

???: Gage…

???: Gage!

	I opened my eyes, freeing myself from the distant memory. I heard Nick calling my name.

Nick: Gage! Man, where were you?

Gage: Just thinkin’.

Nick: Well, snap out of it! Mr. Lupin wants you.

	I rolled my eyes, careful that Mr. Lupin, the ever austere-looking wolf, didn’t see me. If only he was as terse in word as in manner, we all might go home a little earlier.

	I glanced over at where Mr. Lupin was standing. He was looking away from me at somebody’s clipboard. But, that quickly disappeared and his eyes turned to me, his paw beckoning.

	I got up and stepped lightly across the practice room to face Mr. Lupin standing before the barre.

Mr. Lupin: Gage…

	I tried to look eager and perked my ears, maybe even going for naïve. He just stared at me.

Mr. Lupin: I’ve been noticing some inconsistencies in your steps as of late.

	I raised my eyebrows.

Mr. Lupin: I know you trained with Mrs. Schleppit before applying to the Metrocity Ballet Corps and before that…

	He paused and looked at me expectantly.

Gage: Self-study, sir.

	He grinned smugly.

Mr. Lupin: I see. Well, at the Metrocity Ballet we expect a strict call to tradition in our movements, a tradition that might be lacking in certain circles.

	I love to dance.

	But I hated this.

Mr. Lupin: Everyone! Everyone…

	He clapped his paws together, gathering everyone’s attention.

	Oh god. But… of course.

Mr. Lupin: Everyone, I want you to observe Gage here.

	And now, everyone, including the male lead, an attractive hunk of a bat, was staring at my budding, not yet fully matured, nineteen-year-old dancer body.

Mr. Lupin: Gage, if you could please do a Pas De Chat for me?

	I performed it, lifting one leg, and then hopping with the other, and landed. I held the final pose, embarrassed.

	The wolf stepped up to me and laid his hand on my back.

Mr. Lupin: Always remember, in proper ballet, you must always have proper posture.

	He pulled my shoulder’s back just a little bit on that last note.

Mr. Lupin: Now, once more Gage.

Gage: Yes, Mr. Lupin.

	I once again performed a basic Pas De Chat, this time trying to hold my shoulders slightly back in Mr. Lupin’s “proper” posture. I thought I did pretty well.

Mr. Lupin: So class, any comments on that?

	The other dance students looked at each other, and then at the Master.

Mr. Lupin: Bast…?

	The lead bat looked a bit surprised at being picked out.

Bast: Y-yes, sir?

Mr. Lupin: What did you observe in that display?

Bast: Well, sir, something about it doesn’t seem… well, crisp. It doesn’t seem like a clean cut, but rather more fluid. I’m not sure why.

Mr. Lupin: I can tell you why Bast. It’s the hips! Gage, here, is trying to pass this off as ballet when it’s anything but.

	The wolf turned his stone-cold gaze back at me.

Mr. Lupin: You are leading with *your hips* like some gutter… no, that will NOT do.

Mr. Lupin: Ballet, my little dearies, and listen well… Ballet is a *high* art.

Mr. Lupin: We are here as but the servants of Terpsichore herself and must attend to higher things: a noble tradition that is more than five hundred years old.

	He continued, scowling,

Mr. Lupin: We do NOT grind our hips. We do not BUMP.

	The wolf gesticulated his arms indicating a fine aire.

Mr. Lupin: We glide gracefully and with force. We are not here to appeal to the base instincts of the Emm Tee Vee crowd.

	The letter came out of his muzzle like it was difficult to pronounce the foreign term.

Mr. Lupin: The only thing that should be erect in a ballet recital, *my dears*, is your SPINE.

	There was a small twitter from somewhere in the back of the class. But, Mr. Lupin was unphased.

Mr. Lupin: Now, everyone, with this crystal clear in your minds, go back to the barre and practice your fundamentals.

	I finally relaxed my pose. I could hear some mumbled groaning among my mates.

Mr. Lupin: That especially includes your Gage.

Gage: Yes, sir!

	—-

	Class was over, finally. Normally, I didn’t mind, but, today I just wanted to get away from Mr. Lupin.

	As I was getting dressed I exchanged glances with Pepe, a rabbit dancer a couple of years ahead of me. My sorry eyes must’ve piqued his interest ‘cause he came over.

Pepe: Hey.

	I looked up at the bunny as I tied my shoes.

Gage: Hey Pepe.

Pepe: Do you wanna walk to the bus together?

	Pepe was such a sweet guy, always worried about someone or something. With such an understanding ear I’d already confided in him my secret, as did almost everyone else in class whether sure or curious.

	I looked into his innocent face, and couldn’t refuse.

Gage: Sure Pepe.

	I gathered my final belongings in my bag and we stepped out into the corridor. Pepe looked around a couple of times and then said in a low tone,

Pepe: Mr. Lupin is an ass you know.

	I couldn’t help it, I just let out a chuckle, and then laughed.

	Pepe smiled knowingly.

Pepe: He is though! So unfair. If he wanted to say all of that to you, he could’ve done it in private…

Gage: Pepe, I know.

Pepe: I don’t understand why he has to pick on people, especially you…

	We had both stepped out of the Cravner Arts Building. It had rained during class. Everything was shiny and smelled faintly of petrichor.

	I turned to face poor Pepe.

Gage: Pepe…

	 I put my paw on his shoulder.

Gage: It’s because I’m a skunk.

	Pepe looked dumbfounded for a moment. Then his expression morphed into disbelief.

Pepe: Really?

Gage: Pepe, I’ve been doing this my whole life. I’ve been a gay skunk dancer since forever, even though, until now, there weren’t ANY skunks in the ‘legitimate’ arts.

Pepe: Oh, Gage…

Gage: Just like there are no gay skunks. That’s a problem of other species, but we know our proper place.

Pepe: Who told you that?

Gage: All the other skunks Pepe! Skunks so terrified by prejudice, and so embittered, that they don’t want to show any sign of weakness to the ‘enemy.’

Pepe: …

	Pepe stepped, almost plodded, along beside me, at a loss for words. But for a moment it was just nice to be plain and open about it all. I felt lighter.

Gage: And so it continues… If a skunk is going to be a ballet dancer he’s gotta be absolutely perfect. Proper posture, proper form, proper look, proper physique, proper knowledge, proper reputation…

Pepe: Proper everything!

	I chuckled a little,

Gage: Yes! He has to be proper so as to blend in and meet the expectations of all the proper people watching him. Doctors, lawyers, academicians, the properly rich and educated that have season tickets…

	Pepe looked a little dejected,

Pepe: I’d never thought of it like that.

Gage: Anything out of place… I mean, come on Pepe, you face it yourself.

Pepe: Oh, I…

	He paused and thought for a couple of seconds.

Pepe: Dammit, you’re right. I know that one little hug or one small kiss and we’re “throwing it in people’s faces.”

Gage: There you go.

	The dear rabbit turned to face me at the drizzled bus stop. He clasped both my paws with his.

Pepe: Gage, even if Mr. Lupin is speciesist, and your family is bigoted, and the world might be against us,

	I looked up at him.

Pepe: Particularly you. I just know that if we do our best we can make a difference. We can lead the way, together.

Gage: You really think so Pepe?

	Pepe and I both smiled in unison. He leaned forward and winked.

Pepe: Gage, I know so.

	—-

The night of the dance had come.

	Mr. Lupin was not all that happy, ‘course, when is he? The board of directors had taken a more inclusive outreach bent and tonight was the result.

	It was a night of fusion: ballet with modern, classical with electronic, and prosaic with sci-fi.

	It was…

	“Dracula On Venus”

	As I said, Mr. Lupin was *not* happy.

	Of course, just like Pepe and I had suspected since the other day, there were zero qualms casting Bast as Dracula. I actually wondered to myself how far this went. Was it planned at conception?

	But Bast didn’t seem to mind, at least outwardly, and he never said anything about it.

	Of particular note, and the biggest thorn in Mr. Lupin’s side were some of the dance movements.

	In one segment, the spotlight shines on Dracula while the rest of us lie in darkness, only illuminated by the LEDs on our costumes. Here we’re supposed to showcase the sensuality of the vampire.

	With our hips.

	You might say, BUMP and GRIND.

	But since it was Metrocity putting it on, in the newly built Cravner Auditorium no less, despite all of that we were still “high brow” as Mr. Lupin reminded us, and himself, constantly.

	I looked at myself in the changing room mirror. From head to tail, being full length, I was clad in a sort of faux leather stretchy material. All over it was an LED array, in fact, they’d even woven some into my large tail. A small narrow short cape on my back shoulders added a little dynamism.

	I looked around. All the auxiliary dancers were dressed similarly, to my delight. The dancer’s bodies always had the tautest butts, and something about the graceful chest always drove me wild.

	I started to feel stirrings down there and tried to shoo those thoughts out. Tonight, was for the performance.

	Bast walked in from costume.

	So much for that…

	The hunky bat was decked out in a combination of Transylvanian traditional dress and astronaut. He had a fairly high collar, puffed-out upper sleeves, and a crossed front with a star broach. But below that, a utility belt, the same leggings as us except with a red stripe, and ballet-modified space boots.

	He made an entrance, clenching his space gloves above his head, causing his wings, and the capes attached to them, to cover him. He parted them dramatically to reveal his body, and his makeup.

Bast: Dracula has entered the building, bleh, bleh, bleh.

	Some of the younger members clapped a little, but it was pretty silly. I could see why Bast was a dancer, not an actor.

	I could also see his enormous bulge.

	I quickly turned away back to the mirror.

	I saw my own big bulge.

	Oh Jesus…

	Luckily, just then Pepe popped his head in and yelled,

Pepe: Places!

	Everybody began the quick scramble into place.

	—-

	The music was weird.

	The show so far seemed to be going well, but something seemed off. For a while, I thought it was the music.

	The composer seemed to have this fascination with playing a classical theme on harpsichord, but then floating drums and an electric guitar on top.

	Sometimes it worked and sounded just like Ten Inch Stakes, but other times it was difficult to keep the beat.

	That hadn’t stopped Bast though.

	Oh, he was beautiful. As captivating as a vampire should be, I imagined.

	In the last scene, he just romanced Vina, Venusian sister to Mina I suppose, and in this scene… this was it.

	As Vina and her crew cleared out stage left, Pepe, and I, and several other dancers, came on stage right.

	The stage was dark, save a brilliant spotlight on Bast.

	We quickly found our small glow-in-the-dark markers and took our positions.

	There were three dancers behind Bast, and a couple to either side, one dancer directly behind the other.

	Our LEDs started to light up, as programmed on the synchro track and we began our dance. I was in front and Pepe was behind.

	I stared intently at Bast, as I’d timed my moves off his.

	However, not that I saw Bast up close, I noticed something else was up with the performance.

	That was Bast’s penis. It was straight up and erect, pressed into his abdomen by the dance belt.

	I couldn’t believe it. Bast? Always aloof Mr. Lupin pleasing Bast had a raging boner on stage?

	I continued to take some tiny steps and move my arms to create the light shapes with Pepe behind me. Then I took a step back and bumped Pepe’s hips with my glutes.

	And I felt something hard.

	It was Pepe’s penis, straight up and erect, pressed into his abdomen by the dance belt.

	Seriously?

	Worried, I started to glance around as best I could in the darkness, my arms still moving. Thank god I could do this in my sleep.

	They ALL had raging hard-ons!

	I returned to Bast, who was now *very* into the hip thrusting movements intended to accent his sensuality. I could see on his face they were accenting it quite effectively.

	We then turned to the side, showing the light profile of Pepe and me, and the other two.

	I tilted my head down, as I was supposed to do, which positions my LED demon horns downward when I realized,

	I was also quite erect.

	I hadn’t even noticed with everything going on, but before I had a chance to imagine Mr. Lupin kicking us all out a dark-clad paw came in front of me and grasped that erection.

Gage: Pepe!

	I whispered involuntarily.

Pepe: Don’t talk!

	He whisper-barked back.

	Pepe began stroking my cock slowly and when I re-raised my head I could see, barely, that across the stage there was Vic the fox getting a nice even handjob too.

	I looked back at Bast. My head was swimming now as if it had just dove off the stage into the blinding light darkness and just kept floating.

	Bast was as professional as always, but I could see the very black tip of his member poking out of the top of his dance belt with a spot of pre-cum. He had a sizeable member!

	This was crazy.

	But also quite delicious.

	The couples turned to face the audience now, but this time the front man’s legs were apart and their tail up. Of course.

	Pepe slid his paw away from massaging my member, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was starting to get dangerously close.

	Bast was now doing sautés and twirls. Quite energetic, and apparently, stimulating, as once I saw little droplets float through the air.

	Then I checked on the other couple and about fell over.

	The back of poor Vic’s tights and dance belt had slid down just enough to reveal his tail hole, which was bad enough. But Leo, the lion behind him, was similarly pulled down, and jamming it straight into Vic.

	Wow.

	Suddenly, I felt, almost by the power of my erection (as Pepe’s paws were touching mine) the back of my tights go down and my dance belt to the side. What the hell?

	No time to think as I shifted poses once more. The shift also brought Pepe’s now exposed shaft to the entrance of my tailhole.

	“We’re all going to jail,” was all I could think as Pepe slid his nicely proportioned cock right into my tunnel of love.

	I stopped looking at the others then and instead out into the bedazzled darkness that was the audience.

	We took another pose while Bast gyrated himself further into ecstasy, and while Pepe slid his cock in and out of me.

	All this, witnessed by thousands as high art, the proper kind of culture. All this, ours, almost in defiance in front of them.

	My member was brushing madly against the soft spandex fabric as Pepe methodically pumped behind me. It was getting really close…

	I looked at Bast, the scene was going to end soon. What do we do?

	And that’s when I saw the lithe bat prepare for the final two poses.  He jumped and landed crouched to the audience. His arm in front of him, he started to rise up.

	I could see into the side of his cape, but the audience only saw the front, and what I saw…

	In almost one deft motion, the belt of Bast’s dance belt rolled down, freeing all of his cock. It began spurting out pearlescent issues all over the back of his wing and cape.

	The little fucker actually did it!

	It was just too much though, and I took in a really sharp intake of breath.

	Suddenly Pepe’s gloved paw covered my maw, and I ejaculated into my dance belt as everyone watched, blissfully, hopefully, unaware.

	Oh god, it was the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

	Bast opened his arm, and cape, revealing his full self, already back in place, and laughed that maniacal laugh he’d practiced for a week. He then held it as the music began to die down.

	I felt Pepe’s own cock recede and our suits adjust themselves into place; a bizarre detail to which I’ve never given much thought. Looking right, I saw Vic and Leo in a similar position.

	I smiled as we made our exit.

	If only they knew…

	Ha! If only.

	—-

	From that scene on I was on cloud nine. But, reality started poking its banal head into my reveries, and by the end of the performance, I was scared.

	After all was said and done, or in this case, danced, we were back in the dressing room.

	I sat back in my chair in disbelief, almost unable to tie my shoes.

Gage: What if…

	Pepe looked at me with a somewhat scared knowing look.

Gage: We could get kicked out Pepe!

	Pepe shook his head vigorously,

Pepe: Gage, don’t…

Bast: Kicked out for what Gage?

	Bast had stepped up behind me, unawares. I stood up.

Gage: For what we did tonight!

	Bast looked at me perplexed for a moment. Then…

	… he laughed. One big uproarious laugh.

Bast: What we did tonight was give the performance of a lifetime! Good work everyone!

	Everyone left in the dressing room cheered.

Gage: But Bast,

Pepe: Gage…

	Pepe put his paw on my shoulder, but Bast wasn’t moved for a second.

Bast: Listen, Gage, every trade has its secrets. The arts aren’t any different.

	I stared at him wide-eyed.

Bast: A good performance is a good performance right? You gave them what they wanted: pure passion they could slap with the label “high art,” and feel good about themselves.

	I think I was beginning to understand.

Bast: Go home, guys. Take a break, there’s no rehearsal this week.

	Pepe and I looked at each other.

Bast: See you in a week.

Gage: Pepe…

Pepe: Gage…

	The majestic bat left us alone in the dressing room.

Gage: The performance *was* riveting.

Pepe: Are you kidding!? I was on edge the whole time, it was fantastic!

	We laughed, and then, none of us ever talked of it again. Sure, it happened a couple more times in some of my future performances, but nothing special.

	Sometimes people have no idea what they’re looking at but think they do.

	All of them were great performances.

	Small comfort, I suppose.