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 hits like opening your anime backlog, swearing you’ll just watch one episode, then suddenly you’re staring at Raphtalia’s ass in armor that looks like it failed a safety check on purpose. The game throws you straight into a Shield Hero style setup, but instead of worrying about EXP curves or min-maxing stats, your brain is busy trying to process how the hell her breastplate is both “armor” and “transparent lingerie” at the same time. It feels like somebody watched “The Rising of the Shield Hero,” paused every time Raphtalia was on screen, and said: “Yeah, but what if I could actually fuck that?” Not a deep question, but a very honest one. The story is there, kind of, like seasoning. Enough world building so you can pretend you care about plot while you’re lining up a POV creampie. You start in this half-serious “I must protect her” mood, and three clicks later you’re deciding if you want to watch the x-ray angle of your cock bottoming out in a demi-human girl who calls you “master” with that slightly broken tone that hits way too hard if you’ve seen certain doujins.

What surprised me is how the game likes to taunt you with the armor. It’s not click and boom naked. You see the outline of her nipples under that almost see through chestpiece, her tail flicks like she knows what she’s doing, and the camera keeps hovering just above where you want it. There’s this one scene where you’ve just “rescued” her and she’s still trying to act all polite and loyal, sword in hand, armor on, ears twitching. Camera moves in slow, you’re in first person, your shield takes up part of the view so you can’t see everything, and it annoyed the hell out of me. In a good way. In a bad way. I still don’t know. Then the game lets you push her back against some ruined wall, thighs spread, and you get this obscene mix of “fantasy heroine” and “fucktoy” in the same frame. When the penetration starts and the x-ray cut-in appears, you see your shaft stretch her from inside, the tip kissing her womb, and that’s the moment I realized I had stopped caring about proper narrative pacing ten minutes ago. You can almost feel the dev grinning at you through the screen like: yeah, I knew you wanted this angle.

The “sexy furry girls” part is messy in a good way. Raphtalia is the headline act, obviously, with that whole half-raccoon, half-wife material, all-slut-on-command energy, but she is not the only one that feels ripped from a horny fan’s sketchbook. There is this other warrior girl who looks like she walked out of Queen’s Blade, armor only covering the bits that would get the game banned on Twitch and somehow making it even more obscene by pretending to be “battle ready.” I actually laughed when I noticed little physics touches on the tail while I was plowing her from behind, because someone spent time animating tiny details while the dialogue reads like it was written at high speed during a horny Discord call. There is a moment in a back-alley scene where you go raw inside her, no long setup, just one short line of “It’s fine, I can take it” and you slam in. The camera is low, you see her ass bounce, the armor shifted just enough to frame the action instead of covering it, and again that damn x-ray cut pops in to show your load filling her up. Creampie lands, her belly twitches, and the game quietly lingers on that internal shot a bit too long, like it knows you’re not closing the tab yet. I wish they toned down the fake “heroic” lines in between, actually. Or maybe I don’t. It feels trashy and earnest at the same time, like reading a horny fanfic on AO3 while your other hand is already busy. Bit scuffed, a little shameless, weirdly specific with the POV angles, and exactly the kind of thing you keep open in a background tab and pretend you forgot about. You didn’t.

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.

Samus already had my attention when I saw “lost a fight” and “humiliated in front of everyone” in one line. It hits that really trashy fantasy button where the strong, proud heroine just gets absolutely ruined, and yeah, it’s messed up and that’s why I clicked. You start right after she’s beaten, all suited up in that iconic armor, but it’s useless now, she’s not the badass bounty hunter here, just a toy. Crowd around, arena vibe, like a twisted Smash Bros match that nobody on Twitch is allowed to see. Charizard is not some cute little fire lizard here, he’s a full on hentai monster with a cock way too big for any kind of real logic, and the game doesn’t pretend to be realistic. That part I liked, actually. If I’m watching Samus get *** by a dragon, I’m not here for realism anyway.

What really got me was how they lean hard into the anal angle first, like her ass is the main event, not just a bonus. She’s bending over, still wearing parts of that blue suit, ass exposed, trying to keep her dignity, while this huge dragon pokes his head between her cheeks, and she knows exactly what’s going to happen. There’s no soft romance build up, no “are you sure?” Just raw domination. He shoves into her ass in one brutal push, and you get this kind of ugly, hot mix of pain and forced pleasure. She’s trying to keep her face strong but you see the moment her eyes roll a bit, and that fucked me up in a good way. She was always this cold, untouchable blonde warrior and now she’s gasping and moaning while this Pokémon breaks her backdoor. You get pussy shots too, with his balls slapping against her, wetness dripping even though storywise she “should” hate it, and that dirty contradiction made it hotter for me. I say I prefer consent, but then I’m here jerking to a dragon pounding Samus until she can’t stand. So I don’t know, my morals are a bit lost.

Later he flips her, uses her pussy too, and that’s when the whole “won’t stop until he cums inside” part really kicks in. You see his fat tip stretching her, sliding in and out, Samus biting her lip and shaking, like she wants to push him away but her legs stay open anyway. They really make the creampie feel like a goal: his thrusts get faster, her voice gets more desperate and high pitched, and when he finally unloads, it just spills out of her, both from her ass and her pussy, white dripping everywhere, like he’s marking a new territory right in the middle of a Nintendo arena. It’s nasty in a very specific way, like watching your childhood cartridges get thrown in a blender full of porn mags. I kinda wish they played a silly Smash announcer voice in the background saying something like “Samus defeated!” or whatever, but they don’t, and I kept waiting for some little game sound that never came. Even so, the whole thing feels like a dirty secret page torn from a hentai doujin you shouldn’t be reading at all, but you keep going back to it when horny and lonely and tired of swiping left on fucking Tinder. Honestly, if your brain is wired like mine where “strong blonde space hunter gets turned into a breeding toy by a giant dragon” pushes your buttons, this thing crawls under your skin in the worst possible way and refuses to leave.

Ricky’s problem is very simple and very dirty. He can’t stop thinking about his neighbor’s girl, that hot blonde with the heavy tits and lazy smile, Rangiku. The game throws you right into his fantasy, only it’s not fantasy this time. Nick is away, room is quiet, lights kind of dull like late afternoon porn, and she’s there on the bed, knocked out, sleeping in that careless way that makes everything feel even more forbidden. Her boobs rise and fall with each slow breath, shirt a bit too tight, panties just a little visible when the camera lingers. Nothing screams at you, the pace is slow, almost shy at first, which makes it more fucked up when you realize what you’re about to help him do.

What I liked a lot is how the sound carries the whole thing. It’s not Hollywood sex moans. It’s softer, closer, like your ear is near her mouth. The faint rustle of the sheet when you move her clothes, that tiny sigh when fabric brushes over her nipples, the way the room stays quiet except for her breathing and your own heartbeat that you almost imagine. No big music track, no stupid upbeat tune killing the mood. Just her, half asleep, and this horny idiot Ricky who keeps pushing his luck. Sometimes the camera holds too long on her face while she’s still snoozing, and you just stare, waiting for a blink that never comes, which is somehow hot and a bit creepy. Kinda like when a hentai screenshot suddenly feels more alive than your ex.

You’re not passively watching either. You click, you choose where his hand goes first. Do you slide her top up slowly and expose those big soft breasts, or pull the blanket down and stare at the curve of her ass pressed against the mattress? When you peel her clothes off piece by piece, she doesn’t fully wake up, but her body reacts, hips twitch, lips part, a low moan slips out like she’s lost inside a wet dream. At some point, when Ricky finally fucks her, the game lets you control the rhythm. Short, shallow thrusts that tease you more than her, then deeper ones where her sleepy moans get longer, more needy, like her body is saying yes while her mind is still floating. It’s filthy and very porn logic, you know it, yet your hand keeps moving the mouse. I kinda hated that her hair clips look a bit wrong in some angles, like they copied them from a cheap cosplay photo and never fixed the model, and it kept distracting me, but then her tits bounce and I forget what I was complaining about. The whole thing feels like a slow, sticky fantasy you’d jerk off to after watching a Bleach AMV on some sketchy site, only now you’re the one deciding how far Ricky goes with Rangiku’s sleeping, busty body.

This thing feels like someone took a horny fanfic about Teen Titans, spilled coffee on it, then decided “fuck it, let’s make a game anyway” and honestly I kind of respect that. You start in the middle of the mess already, with Raven basically used like a goth cum dump by this ugly demon thing. There’s almost no warm up, you’re just thrown into her getting railed, her legs open, that annoyed deadpan Raven attitude still kind of there even when she’s choking on a thick load. The demon doesn’t care, he slams her pussy and ass like he’s trying to break the screen, and the fun part is how the game keeps pretending he’s the one in control. You see the cumshot, you see her take it, creampie dripping out, and then suddenly the bastard dies again like he pressed his own self-destruct. It’s hilarious and hot at the same time, like a porn scene with a punchline you know is coming but you still grin every time. I’m not even sure if I was supposed to laugh, but I did.

Then it cuts over to Starfire and the tone just flips in a way that shouldn’t work but kind of does. Raven is all moody and sarcastic, then Starfire shows up like a happy space bimbo, orange skin, bright hair, tits bouncing way more than any physics should allow. The demon snatches her up and the whole thing changes from dark dungeon vibe to “oh god she actually likes this” really fast. Her moans are way more needy, there’s this goofy enthusiasm in how she rides his cock that feels very Starfire, even when he’s stretching her ass and stuffing her full until his cum is literally leaking out on the floor. At one point I got this combo where he’s pounding her and tentacles are holding her arms back, and she still looks like she’s having the best vacation of her life. Nobody in a real fight would arch their back that hard just to show their tits but here she does and yeah, I stared. The demon thrusts and thrusts like he finally got a girl he can handle, then her pussy clenches and boom, dead again. Guy cannot catch a break. Actually I liked that twisted joke of “super-powered vaginas” way more than I expected, it feels wrong in the right way. The only thing that annoyed me was one tiny animation loop where her hair clips weirdly, I got stuck watching that frame over and over like an idiot and it pulled me out for a second. Then I went right back to watching her get stuffed full of hot demon cum like nothing happened.

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Guy wakes up after a Christmas party, head kinda foggy, place looks like a crime scene made of empty bottles and tinsel, and the fridge is crying. Zero food, but a dick that’s very awake. Classic. Instead of being a normal person and cooking some sad eggs, he grabs the phone, calls for pizza, and yeah, if you’ve played any of the Gay Dreams stuff you already know this is not really about food. It’s more like “Grindr with extra cheese” energy. The whole thing feels like one of those porn fantasies you joke about with friends and then secretly wish actually happened: half naked at home, doorbell rings, hot pizza guy standing there acting all professional for like two seconds before the porn logic kicks in and everyone forgets about money or health code.

What I like is how fast it drops you into the horny part. No long intro, no five-minute talk about feelings, it just throws you into that awkward first moment when the door opens and you’re like: “Am I really going to flirt with this stranger or just mumble thanks and shut the door?” Since I was testing it like speed dating, I tried speaking to him in my head like it’s Tinder chat. Some attempts felt like good pickup lines, some felt like the kind of shit you type when you’re drunk and lonely. One run I imagined saying, “You can put the tip in my mouth too,” and yeah, the way it plays out on screen is almost that blunt. The sex goes from zero to hard in a second, exactly like some crappy porn plot, and somehow that’s what makes it nice. It’s stupid, but it’s honest-stupid. There is one detail that annoyed me though: the pizza barely matters. I kept waiting for some sauce play or at least a dumb “extra sausage” gag that lasts more than one second, but the game is like “ok, food done, time to fuck” and never really comes back to it. It’s horny like a teenager with Wi‑Fi, not a foodie.

The actual action is simple but hits that “flash porn game at the office on your lunch break” nostalgia. You click through, watch the guy get more into it, the delivery dude suddenly turns from shy worker to full-on porn top like he’s been waiting his whole life for one customer to open the door wearing too little. There’s rougher movement, loud moans, the kind of pounding where the neighbor would complain in real life, and the camera really loves dick. Sometimes the pacing feels weird, like the scene cuts right when you want a few extra strokes, then lingers a bit too long on a loop you’ve already seen, but whatever, your hand is probably busy anyway. It’s not romantic. It’s not tender. It’s just two dudes going from “here’s your pizza” to hard bareback fuck on the spot, with nothing deep to say about love or relationships, and that’s kind of the charm. Like a one-night stand born from hunger and horniness, where the only real decision is: do you come before the pizza gets cold, or after.

There is a special kind of wrong that only a sleepy catgirl game can deliver, and this one leans into it with zero shame. It throws you in next to this Japanese neko babe just napping there, soft breathing, ears twitching a bit, tail kind of lazy on the sheet, and you immediately feel like the worst person on the planet for even moving your cursor. Which is exactly why it works. You are not a hero, not a boyfriend, not anything noble. You are that creep trying not to wake her while your eyes are locked on her lingerie. I actually paused my Spotify chiptune playlist and put some old PC-98 OST on loop, because the vibe is pure retro perv: tiny space, one sleeping girl, you, and the slow, guilty stripping. At first you’re just hovering around the straps of her bra, hands shaking like you’re doing a speedrun, except the “timer” is her sleep bar that feels way too short and somehow too long at the same time. It looks super simple, almost lazy, like someone made the whole thing in a weekend, then the first time she opens one eye and gives you that “what the fuck are you doing” face before the game slaps a fail screen on you, you realize it’s way more about nerves than skill. Honestly, it made me laugh and then feel weird and then get even more turned on, which is a very confusing combo.

The moment you actually pull her bra free without waking her is the best part and also kind of disappointing. Her tits are right there, cute and soft and bouncy, and the art is actually nicer than the menu deserves, but the whole game suddenly becomes way more quiet in your head. You already crossed the line, so continuing to her panties feels less like “oh no, should I?” and more like “ok, I’m already going to horny jail, might as well speedrun 100%”. There is this tiny window where your cursor is fiddling at the edge of the fabric, and she shifts in her sleep just enough that your heart jumps like you just missed a note in Cytus or something. And yeah, her pussy is shaved, smooth, drawn in that clean hentai style that somehow looks innocent and filthy at the same time. I liked that they didn’t drown the screen in text or fake story; she’s just there, asleep, breathing, sometimes making a tiny noise when you pull too fast. No moaning, no big “reward” animation, nothing “epic”. It almost feels too small, like the whole thing is one long tease they forgot to extend. But that tiny, dirty rush you get when the panties finally slide off and she still doesn’t wake up, and you’re staring at her like some sneaky bastard while the background loop hums in your headphones, is exactly the kind of scuffed, low-effort trash that stays in your head way longer than it should.