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 starts like a memory you weren’t supposed to see - Sakura cornered in that dusty puppet chamber, the air thick with chakra and something darker. There’s no soft fade-in, no polite warning screen, just the red haze of Sasori’s control filling the space while his mechanical limbs twitch with intent. You realize quickly this isn’t a fight anymore; it’s an undoing. Each movement of his puppets is too slow, too deliberate, like he’s savoring how she can’t quite escape. The animation doesn’t rush, it lingers on that cruel rhythm between domination and despair. You can almost hear her breath catch when those segmented arms start exploring what they shouldn’t. It’s uncomfortable and hot at the same time, like watching power turn into lust right before your eyes.

What’s strange - maybe brilliant - is how the game doesn’t try to justify anything. It just lets the scene happen. Sasori’s face stays blank, emotionless, while Sakura’s expression shifts from rage to disbelief to helpless moans that sound wrong in the best way. The tentacles - metal, not flesh - move with this cold precision, wrapping around her wrists, sliding under her torn clothes, then deeper, pushing until she arches and the whole screen trembles. You keep tapping, probably too fast, because every touch triggers another wave of motion, another thrust, another broken whimper. It’s hypnotic. Filthy. Sometimes the timing feels off, though, like the animation stutters right when it should hit hardest, but maybe that makes it even more real - like your phone’s overheating from what it’s showing you.

There’s a point where you forget this is parody and start thinking maybe this secret jutsu was always meant to be obscene. The way the puppets hold her up, how the light hits the sweat on her skin - it’s pure fantasy, but it drags you down with it. I’d call it “Best Use of Tentacles,” hands down, because nothing else in the Naruto smut corner captures that mix of horror and arousal so perfectly. And if you think you’re ready for it, I dare you - watch without blinking, try not to lose control before the final frame.

Dawn wakes up on this quiet orange-pink beach, sky still cold, water flat like it is waiting for something dirty to happen. She is tired, backpack half empty, pokeballs rattling, stomach making more noise than the wild mons. No cute sponsor, no friendly professor sending cash on the phone app, only some shady quest marker glowing over this fat guy near the broken pier. Typical hentai setup, we know, but the writing actually leans into it. He doesn’t even pretend to help her. He just looks at her clothes, that short skirt and tight top, and says it straight: “You want money, you bend over.” It’s trashy, it’s blunt, and it hits hard because the game never cuts away to something heroic. There is no pretend romance. Just a trainer girl who hunted all night and now has to pay for breakfast with her ass.

The walk from the dialog box to that broken fence in the sand is way hotter than it should be. Nothing really “happens” yet, just these little pixel animations of Dawn fidgeting, pulling her skirt down, then giving up. You move her, you can cancel and run back, but you don’t. We didn’t. She reaches that ruined bit of rail, the camera shifts, and suddenly her knees are in the sand and you get that side view of her ass pushed out. Her panties go down in one rough pull, no soft romance, and there is this short frame where her pussy is just there in pixelart, little white shine where wetness should be. Then he grabs her hips from behind and rams in without warm up. It looks painful. It looks fucking good. I liked how they show her trying to stay quiet because there are wild mons in the grass behind them. It’s silly and it aroused the hell out of us. Doggystyle in the open, with the sea just a few steps away, her fingers clawing the sand each time he thrusts in. Sometimes her head lifts, eyes wide, like she wants to protest, then the next frame she’s blushing and biting her lip. The rhythm of the animation is weird. Sometimes too fast, then slow for like five loops, which made it feel less like a porn template and more like some guy actually messing up his pace while fucking her.

Sex for cash can be boring when games try to be “dark” and then show nothing. Here they show everything, but somehow it still feels a bit pathetic. After enough thrust cycles, you can choose if he pulls out or not. We went for creampie first, because of course. When he finishes, there is this thick cumshot that stays inside, then slowly leaks out between her lips, making little white drops in the sand while she still breathes hard. It’s cheap pixel goo, but it hits. Second time we tried the outside option. He jerks half out of her, sprays all over her ass and lower back, and the game lets you keep staring while it drips down between her cheeks. There is a tiny janky detail that drove me crazy: one white pixel stays stuck at the edge of her skirt, like the dev forgot to clean it. I kept looking at that damn pixel instead of the rest. The humiliation angle works, mostly because she pulls her panties back up with cum still on her skin, stands there with her legs shaking, then walks to the town vendor like this is just another quest reward. No big drama, no slow piano music, no fake redemption. She gets her money. She buys food. She goes back to looking for monsters in the grass with a used pussy and sand still stuck on her knees. Honestly, it’s filthy and kind of hot and also kind of sad, and it made us want a longer game while at the same time I’m not sure I’d handle more of it without needing a cold shower.

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.