Kinktober 2025, by sumedokin

“Happy new year everyone. As is appropriate for the season we are reviewing a Halloween story today.”

“It is January, Marcie.”

“Maybe Gina. But I am sure it is Halloween somewhere. Regardless, we are reading Kinktober 2025, by sumedokin, or should I say sumedokink?

“Kink and sumedokin should never be uttered in the same phrase.”

“Gina, please.”

“So, this story is actually some bizarre writing challenge were people **** themselves for a month by writing a story each day. Not exactly my idea of good time but whatever gets these freaks off.”

“Yes, and with freaks we mean sumedokin because no one else joined him on this challenge.”

“Ok, that’s actually hilarious.”

“What is not hilarious is that due to the nature of this work, we actually have to read 31 stories for this review.”

“…”

“written by sumedokin.”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

READING IN PROGRESS (BGM)

I will try to write my stories with kinkiness in mind,

“That is the most blatant lie I ever encountered in the history of lying.”

“Come now, Gina.”

“Marcie, we both know I won’t during this read.”

“I even let you pick the branch.”

“Ok, let’s see...Holly fuck! That is a lot of branches to choose from!”

“31 in fact.”

“Ugggggghhhhhh!”

“Hm, I believe you are right. We should go in order.”

“Hold on, Marcie. You’re serious with the whole reading everything thing?”

“I am.”

“UGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!”

Catalina passed the poor man tasked with lighting the candles for an entire castle. She paid him no heed. Neither did he her. The dauntless task of aiming his stick preoccupied him fully.

His bushy brows furrowed. He leaned his already slumped figure ever closer to the sconce, so as to get a good look inside. It was as if the proximity to his crooked nose was a vital part of the lighting process.

“And this is how we start out this adventure. Great. Wonderful! I can already feel the kinkiness.”

“Sumedokin spends quite a lot of time describing the scene which given that this is a short story is somewhat concerning.”

“Ok, so this priest girl or whatever spends half the chapter walking through her castle towards the dungeon where she had imprisoned an angel. You think we are now going to see some sexy times with Bondage angel, right? Because if you are in a dungeon with a sexy bondage angel that’s kinda what you really are obligated to do. But noooo! She just talks and then leaves! And the story is over! What the actual fuck!”

“Well, these are supposed to be short stories, Gina.”

“Yeah, but this wasn’t even a story. This was an anti-story. Normally I complain about the lack of sex but this was a lack of everything!”

“Maybe the next one will illuminate matters.”

“Doubtful, it’s about a girl with a glove.”

“The glove with the power.”

“What power?”

“The power of voodoo.”

“Who do?”

“You do.”

“Do what?”

“Remind me of the babe.”

“Marcie. What the fuck just happened?”

“Body control. This story is about body control.”

“Your favorite.”

“It is quite amusing. A poor girl has put on a cursed glove and now the hand is doing what it wants, which is mostly perverted shenanigans. That would be a neat idea, but unfortunately the short story format means we do not really get much time to really play around with it.

While the **** fought the more **** for the life boats, the most **** began flinging themselves over board. When they saw they were plummeting towards the sharkfins circling the shipwreck, it was too late. The fins rose from under the surface, revealing they were not in fact sharks, but shark girls.

“SHARK GIRLS!”

“Hm.”

“I can’t believe sumedokin is the one to finally feature sharkgirls. Last time I saw one of those was while we read fucking Lustyre! FUCKING LUSTYRE!”

“I’m happy you enjoy yourself, Gina.”

“Oh, I don’t enjoy myself, Marcie. Because guess what happens, the shark girl is capturing a surfer dude and that’s it! No sex! Because of course!”

“Yes, some of these stories last for two chapters but that is mostly it. Next we have a girl that got turned into a kobold.”

“I like the one with the perverted artist. But why the fuck is there no link back to the first chapter? Having to click back every time is super annoying!”

“In general this story would have benefited greatly from that. Or perhaps a direct link to the next day. The way it is currently setup is rather cumbersome.”

“Next up is...tickling. Your favorite Marcie.”

“I seem to have lots of favorites.”

“Ok, but this one’s actually fun. It’s about a martial artist who fights with tickling. His master got kidnapped by monkeys, so the student goes to save her AND THEN IT JUST FUCKING ENDS! I was getting into it!”

“Ah." Mao sighed, "I knew that! I was just testing to see if you knew it!"

The rest of them exchanged glances.

The monkey girl peered towards the two slime girls, “What else can you tell me about what you saw?”

“Well,” Rie started, “She was blonde…”

Cassandra nodded, “Yes. And trim.”

“Ah, and she had a blue dress!”

“And a blue bodice.” Cassandra added.

“Ah, so we’re making progress!” Mao exclaimed, punching her own palm.

“...We really are not.” Sonya sighed.

“There are two slime girls in this, Marcie. And yet I feel nothing.”

“Oh, hey there handsome." Natanya said between giggles, "We heard you had a hard time sharing your kinks.”

“Don’t worry, master. We will find out for ourselves. If we have to go through each and every one of them.”

“You don’t have to say a single word, bub!” Sonya said with a grin.

They closed in on him with grins of savage predators, all too eager to try out their favourite fetishes.

It was going to be a long night for Peter Garland.

“This is every fucking one of them. Every fucking one. Fade to black! Just imagine the sex!”

“But sweet girl… I saved you from the most deplorable fate. Are you not grateful?”

“That doesn’t mean I will let you do this!”

She rushed towards the wanderer, pushing her basket over his head. She grabbed a fairy, and sprinkled the fairy dust over his head. The basket grew into coiling vines that trapped his body against the trunk.

He was unable to move. Unable to escape. Unable to even speak as the vines gagged his mouth.

“Ok, this is new. This guy saved a girl from murderous fairies and as thank the girl stabs him in the back. What a bitch.”

“Oh, oh, oh!” The pink-haired lamia shot up her arm and bounced on her coils, “How about we all gang up on him, slither all over his body and show him an intimate time!”

“Unfortunately for the snake girl, she is in a sumedokin story. That time will never come.”

“Hm, I think by now our viewers get the picture.”

“Oh, do they, Marcie? Does that mean we can stop here?”

“No, Gina.”

Lorette kept herself close to the Prince, though Stabbity-George was never far away, licking his lips as he checked up all of her most stab-worthy spots.

“This should be sexual. But since it is sumedokin, it is not.”

How she managed to sneak up on Auderinus with those things on, he would never know. He heard every step on the way to the table in the lounge of the south wing. There, a maid poured up a pair of fuming cups to them. A pig maid, with short twisted tail poking out from under her skirt, soft pointy ears and thick pink body. When she served Auderinus, she leaned in especially close to give him an exceptional view of her bountiful chest.

“So, there are lot of animals in this story. Snakes, Monkeys, SHARKS, pumpkins, pigs even mouses.”

“Mice.”

“Whatever, you know what is strangely absent, Marcie? Cows. Now I want wrynn to read this and go apeshit. He needs to suffer as I have.”

He blinked, “Sumo? That game where fat babies wrestle with each other?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

With Asuka’s signal, they flung at one another. Before he knew it, her naked chest smacked into him like a meteor. He tried to reach for her belt, but it was far away. She grabbed his loincloth, and tugged it.

Oh the pain. The pain of it all.

It was the wedgie of thousand needles of pain.

“Dear lord, do I have to write a wedgie scene for you before you get it? Oh wait, I ALREADY DID. You have literally zero excuse, you little shit!”

“I am sure sumedokin is familiar with the adage “show do not tell” Which is nothing but a crutch for third rate writers, of course. In other words, it is perfect for sumedokin.”

They lavished around the common room with lemonade as Auderinus, dressed in a skimpy maid outfit, served their every whim and pampered them.

“I really think the crux of the matter is that sumedokin enjoys a concept more then the actual execution. Here we have a haughty mage being **** to serve his former servants as a maid. That is very erotic.”

“Yeah sure, Marcie.”

“But we do not really get to see the maid in action. We could have had entire chapters dedicated to his humiliation and degrading, except we just do not.”

No idea why that thought reinvigorated the resistance in me, but I started writhing like a trapped animal. Not like it amounted to anything. Her body stuck to me like glue. Her blue mucus reshaped around me, until only my neck stuck out from the writhing mass

“Slimegirl!”

“I like to interrupt Gina’s verbal stream of consciousness for something more coherent.”

“Again?”

“These stories all take place in the same universe. It is actually somewhat neat to connect the dots.”

“Wait seriously?”

“You did notice the same characters showing up in multiple stories, right Gina?”

“You mean the priest chick with the bondage angel? Sure. Do you wanna bet if this whole thing ends with the two fucking each other?”

“I rather not.”

“Tsk.”

Watch out, church! Looks like we’ve got a new hap-hap-happiest place on Earth!”

“This however upsets me. This place is not Earth, so it shouldn’t be referenced as such.”

“Right.”

I've heard that mamono who were originally lesbian humans tend to join up in a harem with other mamono. Then they tend to act primarily as a sort of ‘hype girl’ for the other ladies, so to say. So…

“That’s just the token lesbian in Harem Hotel, you fuck!”

“Have a pleasant night, miss Countess.” Lorette said.

“Please. Do use my first name." The Countess smiled, "Call me Lorette.”

“As you wish… Huh!?”

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?”

“And with that, we are done.”

"What do you mean we are done, Marcie? Why does the cuntess have the same name as Lorette? The priest chick and bondage angel didn't have sex either! In fact, we didn’t even get any closure. Bondage Angel is still in the same fucking place she was day one. That is thirty-one days of no bondage angel sex!"

“True.”

“This was exactly as ass as I expected it to be, Marcie.”

“I partially disagree, Gina.”

“Of course you do...wait only partially?”

“I start with the positives.”

“Ugh.”

“I gave him some flak, but Sumedokin’s writing is actually very decent. His character work in particular shines through. In addition he clearly put a lot of thought into the worldbuilding and setting of this.”

“He did?”

“Unfortunately, he also committed a few catastrophic errors that killed any potential this story could have had.”

“That’s more like it!”

“First, the decision to waste an admittedly great idea on something like a 30 day writing challenge. Sumedokin would have gotten a lot more engagement by highlighting what the story actually is than trying to appeal to the exactly zero people that enjoy reading writing challenge stories.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Second, the challenge also restricted what he could do. And while restrictions can be extremely beneficial to the writing process, in this case it resulted in certain stories just not having the oomph they could have because they had to adhere to some arbitrary prompt.”

"There are two slime girl stories in this and zero slime girl sex!"

And lastly, sumedokin’s persistent insistence of not engaging with the pornographic nature of an erotic story, resulted in many of these stories lacking payoff.”

“I want my shark sex!”

“Since I can really see the potential in this, I suggest a remake while keeping these ideas in mind.”

“And include lesbian bondage angel sex!”

“Indeed.”