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.

This thing hits like somebody ripped a horny loop straight off Newgrounds in 2010, slapped a better render on it and said “yeah ok, that’s enough”. And honestly, it kinda is. You jump in, there’s no foreplay, no story dump, no fake moral lesson about predator prey harmony or any of that Disney crap. It’s just Judy already in position, Nick already hard as fuck, like you pressed play on the exact moment the porn parody starts after you skipped the cheesy acting. It feels dirty in a fun way because your brain still remembers them chasing bad guys and now she’s bracing herself, ears twitching, ass up, tail out of the way, taking him deep from behind while they both pretend the rest of Zootopia doesn’t exist. And yeah, it rides that line. You’re not supposed to see them like this, which is exactly why it works.

Sound-wise, it made the chiptune nerd in me grumpy for a second. I kept thinking, “Imagine if this had some crunchy 16‑bit style loop, like an oversexed SNES boss fight theme, filtered and pounding quietly in the back.” Instead it goes for something more safe, more generic, and that’s a shame, because the rhythm of his thrusts is already kind of musical. There’s this little moment where his pace stutters, like a drummer missing a beat then catching up, and if you’re into timing your strokes with the motion, you feel it immediately. It’s not some epic interactive game, but you still start syncing your breathing with the loop without meaning to. I had Spotify open in another tab playing some low‑fi chiptune remix and it actually matched better than what the scene gave me by default. Accidentally made it hotter than it had any right to be. Also, Judy’s expression shifts just enough as he goes deeper, but I swear her eyes feel like they’re staring slightly past the camera, like the animator was in a rush and said “good enough” and never touched it again, which kinda fits the whole rough vibe anyway.

Anyway, the main act is exactly what you expect with those two. Nick behind her, no condom, no hesitation, like he’s been doing this for a while and this is just their after‑work routine. There’s this one frame in the buildup where his hips slam forward and her back arches a little more than before, and if you blink you miss it, but that’s when it stops feeling like some stiff fan render and starts feeling filthy. The cum scene is simple but satisfying, no acrobatics, just that thick flood pumping into her while she clenches around him, and the camera stays right where your dick wants it to stay. No weird artsy angles, just raw, in your face, Nick buried to the base and twitching. I do wish there was a tiny bit more messy aftermath, like a slow pullout with everything leaking, but I also know they probably won’t change it and I’ve already replayed that finish too many times, so whatever. It’s quick, focused, and a bit unpolished in that “one animator grinding in their bedroom with too many reference tabs open” way. Dirty, direct, and it leaves your browser history just a little bit more cursed than it was before.

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.