This Metroid parody throws all that space bounty hunter dignity right out the airlock. Samus gets herself captured and tied up, which honestly feels like terrible tactical planning for someone who usually blows up entire planets. But hey, that's where the fun starts because now she's completely at your mercy in this interactive playground of debauchery.

The soundtrack? Pretty basic electronic stuff that tries to sound futuristic but mostly just loops in the background while you're busy exploring all the different ways to mess with our helpless heroine. Speaking of exploring, there's actually a decent variety of toys and tools at your disposal - vibrators, tentacles, the works. You can strip her down piece by piece or keep some of that iconic orange suit on if that's your thing. The customization options are surprisingly thorough, letting you decide whether you want her shaved or natural, and there's even a pissing mechanic that's... well, it exists. Some people are into that water sports action, though the animation quality is pretty rough around the edges. The whole thing feels like it was made by someone who had big ideas but maybe not the biggest budget to execute them properly.

What really gets me is how they managed to make Samus look both vulnerable and still recognizably badass even while she's completely helpless. The facial expressions change based on what you're doing to her, which adds some nice reactive elements to the experience. You can work your way up from gentle teasing to full-on hardcore penetration, and everything culminates in some pretty explosive creampie scenes that'll definitely satisfy if you're into that finishing move. The physics on her chest bounce around more than they probably should, but honestly that just adds to the whole over-the-top hentai vibe they're going for here.

It’s a weird kind of wrong that feels almost too confident about itself. The game just throws you right into this hotel-room-styled tension between Ben and Gwen, like there’s no excuse, no build-up, just quiet breathing and the kind of slow curiosity that only gets worse the more you watch. The control scheme is barely there - you think you’re just clicking around to peek, but then you’re moving hands and lips like you’re trying to pass off an accident as an experiment. The pacing makes it feel like time stretches sideways. There’s that one moment where Gwen turns, half-asleep, and it’s not clear if she knows what’s happening, and you catch yourself leaning closer like a total creep. God help me, I think that’s intentional.

Half the time the audio feels too loud, but maybe that’s the point - it’s not polished, like it’s meant to break the “cartoon world” with uncomfortable realism. The blowjob scene looks like it was stitched together by someone who didn’t care about pretty, just raw motion, the way her throat tightens around him while he mutters things that sound more like apologies than dirty talk. And then when you switch to doggystyle, yeah it’s cliché, but the way the lighting flickers - it’s distracting as hell and, weirdly, kind of hypnotic. The game’s rhythm keeps screwing with you: it slows down on the heavy stuff like missionary creampie and then speeds up when you least expect, like the code itself is embarrassed about what it’s showing. I got annoyed at that. Then again, maybe that’s why I didn’t stop.

You can tell whoever made this knew exactly what nostalgia they were playing with, too. There’s this sick mix of childhood memory and adult hunger that no one wants to admit enjoying. Kind of like watching something too close to a secret. The handjob bit feels almost shy, then the facial lands out of nowhere, breaking the build-up in the most abrupt, stupidly real way. I hate that it worked. I hate that my mouse hand twitched even after the final loop restarted. If that’s not the most human reaction, I don’t know what is.

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.

There is something very funny to me about this game. You open it expecting the usual horny snack, some poolside tits, you click a little, jerk a little, close the tab, done. And instead it feels kind of like a rhythm game designed by a pervert who spent too much time in old arcades and then got way too obsessed with boobs and tentacles. It looks simple when you first see the pool, the girls in their bikinis doing that fake “I’m just relaxing here” pose, but your brain starts going into hunter mode the moment the monster slides into the water. The whole screen is a trap for your eyes. Tits bouncing, asses half out of tiny swimsuits, and under the surface you, this horny underwater thing that honestly feels more relatable than I wish to admit.

I play a lot of games with sound off, Spotify in the background, but this one kind of bullied me into turning the in‑game audio up. The little wet slaps when your tentacles snap out, that low, almost silly bass line that makes everything feel like a porn parody of an old coin‑op cabinet, and then those breathy moans when you actually catch a girl off guard. They’re not “high quality production” or something like this, they sound a bit compressed and dirty, like someone recorded them on a cheap mic at home while neighbors were away. And that fits too well. There is this moment when you line up a grab perfectly, the beat hits, your tentacle pops out of the water and wraps around some sun‑oiled thigh, and her bikini bottom gets pulled aside with this tiny little rip of fabric sound. It’s goofy. It’s hot. It’s kind of trash. I love it. I also absolutely hate how sometimes the same two moans repeat three times in a row, feels like my phone notification stuck on a loop, but after a while your brain files it under “sex noise wallpaper” and you move on.

What surprised me is how “arcade” it actually plays. You are not just clicking girls to see tits, you’re basically juggling timing and reflex like some horny version of whack‑a‑mole. They move around the pool, they sit on the edge, they swing their legs, and you’re threading tentacles between floaties and limbs, trying not to waste your shots. Miss, and you get that wet splash and nothing else. Hit, and suddenly she’s pulled halfway into the water, tits spilling out of her top, hair all over her face, and the music does this tiny shift that almost sounds like it’s laughing at her. Or at you. Hard to tell. Sometimes I wished there was a bit more variation, maybe different types of girls, different reactions, whatever, but then I realized the game kind of wants to stay in this one scenario, like a single porn loop stretched and remixed again and again until it becomes its own genre. Personally I also got irrationally annoyed at how one of the bikinis has this ugly pattern I can’t unsee, but I kept going anyway, chasing that feeling when three girls line up at the pool edge and you snatch them one after another with perfect timing, the soundtrack turning into this horny little drum solo while your monster becomes the most efficient sex predator in chlorinated water history.