You ever start a game thinking it’s just another parody and then suddenly you’re watching Delia Ketchum bend over a lab table like she’s about to teach anatomy class the hard way? Yeah, that’s this one. It starts all innocent - Pallet Town, sunshine, that “I overslept again” energy - and then, bam, you’re in Professor Oak’s lab snooping through his stuff and learning he’s been researching... let’s just say “human-pokemon compatibility” in a way no academic journal would publish. The tone flips faster than a Tinder match gone wrong. One second you’re pretending to care about rare species, next second you’re covered in way more than curiosity.

Delia, though - holy hell. They made her look like the definition of “MILF who knows exactly what she’s doing.” She’s got that soft mom energy but says things that would make even Team Rocket blush. The scenes with her feel weirdly personal, like the game’s reading your dirty thoughts out loud. There’s a part where she leans in too close, her voice dripping honey and sin, and you just *know* this isn’t about Pokémon anymore. The writing’s cheeky as hell, half jokes, half filthy confessions, and somehow it works. You’ll laugh, you’ll groan, you’ll maybe question your childhood a little.

The pacing’s messy in that good kind of way - it doesn’t care about logic, just about pushing you deeper into its horny fever dream. You might roll your eyes at the story, but then the next scene hits and suddenly you’re invested in seeing how far the “research” goes. Controls? Who even cares, you’ll figure ‘em out with one hand anyway. It’s trashy, it’s fun, and it’s got that nostalgic kick twisted into something you definitely can’t talk about in polite company. Kind of like if Pokémon grew up, got divorced, and started posting thirst traps at 2 a.m. on Twitter.

Nami’s voluptuous body shivers as her thick, throbbing cock presses against Nico Robin’s dripping wet folds. The tight heat of Robin’s sex tightens around him, squeezing fiercely while juices flood the crevice.

The wild rhythm of Nami’s pounding cock tears through Robin’s soaking wet pussy, filling the room with wet slaps and cries. Sweat beads on Robin’s forehead as she cries out, her body pulsing with every harsh thrust that buries itself inside her.

This raw, unholy coupling between busty futanari Nami and sultry Nico Robin burns with fierce passion and dark desire. With each powerful forward motion, Nami drives ever deeper, their bodies slick and desperate in the mirrored heat.

Sweat and slick fluids mingle, coating their bodies as Nami’s relentless pounding tears into Robin’s quivering cunt. Nami’s girthy rod pulses in sync with Robin’s panting breaths, driving deep and rough as the two approach their shared peak.

The climax crashes over them both, Nami leaking deep inside Robin’s clenching hole, sealing their wild ride with a messy end. Spent and sated, the two femme titans lie tangled, their bodies still humming from the raw erotic storm they just created.

Endless passion ignites again and again, Nami’s thick cock breaching Nico Robin’s soaked cunt in a torrid, animated frenzy.

This explicit animation invites you to explore every inch of Nami and Nico Robin’s bodies as lust consumes them.

Let yourself be consumed by the intense sensations of this big tits, futanari, and lesbian fantasy come to life

This release is the 0.65 version of a parody game that Lumi and I have been crafting over time. Right now, only Toriel’s character is fully playable, but we hope to add more faces down the line.

This early version is pretty bare bones, focusing mainly on core mechanics rather than polish. In the future, we aim to flesh out the world with richer conversations, a wider cast, and enhanced battle artwork.

Controls are simple: use arrow keys to move around, Z to interact or pick things up, X to back out or cancel, and C to access the menu.

Unfortunately, since early 2017, Lumi and I have faced financial difficulties that make continuing development impossible for now. Time is scarce and funds are tighter than ever, so this project won’t see updates anytime soon.

We’re sorry to anyone who was excited about this game and hoped for more. Despite its unfinished state, this version offers a glimpse into what could have been.

If you want to explore what’s here, controls are straightforward and the focus is on Toriel’s storyline for now.

Keep an eye out in case we manage to return to this project, but for now, consider this a snapshot of our creative efforts.

There’s something weirdly hypnotic about the way this whole thing opens - like the scene just melts you into their space, no preamble, no “hey, press start for smut,” just that slow tension simmering before anything actually happens. The animation rolls smoother than I expected; nothing clunky. It has that feel of a private fantasy someone animated out of pure obsession instead of for clicks. You can almost hear Ben’s breath hitch before he even touches her. It’s not really about plot (I mean come on, who’s pretending it is?), but there’s this messed-up sweetness in how it starts quiet. The sound design keeps pulling you back: tiny sighs, sheets brushing skin, the rhythm faint at first and then snapping hard once hands stop pretending to be innocent. Somewhere between awkward cousin tension and full-on porn logic, the thing just… lets go.

The best part, surprisingly, is the pacing - it doesn’t rush. When Gwen shifts under his touch, her body language says everything before any actual thrusting begins. And yeah, once it gets explicit - cowgirl with those slow hips, doggystyle with his fingers gripping too tight, that sloppy blowjob that looks *too* practiced - it’s impossible not to notice how much effort went into animating every drool line. There’s texture everywhere, like somebody cared too much about skin catching the light. I still think the facial scene goes a bit overboard (there’s a point where it looks more like performance art than sex), but maybe that’s the charm? Also, sidebar: whoever picked the moan layer nailed it, that muffled little catch right before the creampie hits - pure serotonin.

Story-wise, it barely exists, yet it feels weirdly believable because the silence between them carries guilt and hunger at the same time. No silly popups telling you what position next, just eyes, movement, friction, that loop where they keep testing boundaries without admitting it. I swore I’d stop watching after one run, but there’s something magnetic about how shameless it gets by the end, like watching a dream that doesn’t know how to filter itself anymore.