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.

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.

This one feels like some horny fan finally snapped during a camping trip and decided, “yeah, I’m fucking Gardevoir in the woods,” then actually followed through. It’s not some giant epic thing, more like a focused little shrine to one very specific fantasy: you, a trainer who clearly stopped caring about league rules, railing your Gardevoir in an outdoor spot where the grass is way too clean for what’s happening. Right away it throws you into customization instead of wasting time on story. Hair tweak, skin shade, that kind of body color stuff, how “monstery” vs “soft waifu” she looks, changing the vibe with just a couple sliders. You don’t get a huge dress-up catalog, but what is there hits the right spots. I spent way too long just swapping tiny details and zooming in on how her expression shifts when you change one option. I kind of hate that you can’t adjust height difference much, but then I forgot about it after like two strokes of the animation.

What really sells it is how damn focused it is on the actual act. You pick anal or vaginal, no bullshit, and the animation just goes. Rhythmic, sticky, and it doesn’t shy away from the messy parts. The creampie is front and center, not some little white dot and fade to black. When you go vaginal, her body actually looks like she’s taking it, not like some lazy loop. Switch to anal and the whole energy feels different, tighter, a little “wrong” in that good way, especially with her looking back at you like she knows you shouldn’t be doing this in the grass but she’s into it anyway. There’s a couple variations on speed and camera, but nothing crazy, it’s more like you’re locked into this one filthy moment and just nudging it around. Somewhere in the middle I started swearing at the screen because one tiny environment option just would not stay the way I set it, and then I got distracted again by the way the cumshot pools out of her.

The secret fun is poking around like a pervert detective. Click where you’re not supposed to, wiggle on empty parts of the UI, that sort of thing. Hit the right spots and you suddenly unlock a clothing piece that feels way too horny for an official game, or some extra little twist on the sex scene. There’s at least one hidden bit that flips the “normal” vibe of the animation into something nastier, like the animator was laughing and thinking “yeah, if you found this, you deserve this level of depravity.” I liked that it didn’t explain itself. No tutorial, no glowing arrow, just “figure my dirty secrets out if you’re dedicated enough with your mouse.” I wish there were more poses and more outdoor spots to swap between, because when you’re into multi-lover endings like I am, your brain starts imagining a whole party of mons waiting off-screen, but that never happens and it probably never will. Still, Gardevoir alone, kneeling in the open with grass brushing her thighs while you decide where to fill her, ends up being more than enough to make you close your other tabs and focus on just this one loop.

Midna finally gets what every horny fan on the internet has been drawing for years, and it’s just as dirty as your old browser history. This little imp from Twilight Princess is dropped straight into a private sex menu where she basically exists to service that big Hylian cock in every way you’ve secretly wanted since you were “just looking up Zelda lore on Google Images.” No plot, no hero’s journey, no saving Hyrule, only Midna staring at your screen like, “yeah, I know why you’re here, you filthy human, pick something from the corner and stop pretending.” You click an option, and suddenly her tiny body is wrapped around a thick shaft, those small tits bouncing a bit while her hands jerk you off with that smug expression that probably awakened half of the fandom in the first place. She’s got that mix of bratty and needy, like she’s mocking the size and still drooling over it, and it makes her handjob scenes feel like an insult and a reward at the same time. Very motivating combo, by the way.

Then the mouth comes into play and it honestly hits different. When she takes it in, the way her head moves and her lips stretch is weirdly satisfying, like someone actually paid attention to the sucking, not just looped some lazy motion. One second she’s working the shaft with both hands, the next her tongue’s all over the tip, and you’re just there thinking, “I really shouldn’t be this turned on by a gremlin from a Nintendo game,” while your mouse keeps clicking new angles like you’re browsing TikTok, but instead of dances it’s deepthroat. The anal part is where the game just stops pretending to be classy at all. Small imp, big cock, tight hole, and she still looks like she’s half annoyed, half addicted to it. Watching her get it in the ass, with her back arched and her hips pushed out, is that kind of scene you tell yourself you’ll watch once, just to check, and twenty minutes later you’re still there, trying every variation of speed like you’re testing a new vibrator setting. The cumshots are absolute porn-brain territory too, no subtlety, just thick white mess all over her face, in her mouth, dripping from her ass, like the artist had one goal: “make sure the player knows this guy definitely didn’t pull out.” And you do know. Repeatedly.

What’s funny is how simple the whole thing is and still it worms into your brain. It’s just you, a list of actions in the corner you keep pretending not to hover over, and Midna being a complete pervert about every single one. There’s something oddly charming about how she goes from smug little troll to cum-soaked toy, then back to smug like nothing happened, like she’s ready to tease you again and you’re the only one embarrassed here. Sometimes the small tits work even better because the focus is on her expressions and the cock she’s worshipping, not some giant bouncing balloons blocking the view. Then again, when she’s riding, her chest moves just enough to remind you they’re there and honestly that sells the motion more than any huge anime chest could. I kept switching between oral and anal like I was changing Spotify tracks, hunting for that “just right” rhythm, and when the final spurt hits and you see her swallow or feel it dripping out of her used asshole, it’s this filthy little payoff that makes you think, “yeah ok, one more round,” which is obviously a lie you believe every time. The whole thing feels like a very specific thirst from a very specific part of the internet somehow got turned into a toy you can actually click and play with, and if you were ever even slightly weak to Midna fanart, good luck pretending you’re not going to check every single option at least twice.