Hilbert is supposed to be this big hero who finished his whole pokemon journey, right? Instead you meet him when his life is kind of fucked. Car crash, dreams shattered, and his Hypno just vanishes into thin air like it got bored of being a good little partner and went hunting for trouble. That alone already sets the mood: this world is not the safe PG region you remember from your childhood. Nuvema Town is now basically a legal sandbox for human and pokemon “free relationships”, and yeah, that means exactly what you think it means. You come back home and the place feels familiar and totally wrong at the same time, like returning to your old school and finding out it turned into a sex club with a research budget. The game sells that feeling hard. You walk through this chill little coastal town, talk to Serena or Gloria or whoever you bump into, and every conversation is half normal, half “wait, did she just casually mention fucking a Gardevoir like it’s normal brunch topic?”

The fun part is how the game drip feeds this. It doesn’t start with some giant orgy scene. Instead you get those moments where Nurse Joy looks a bit too happy when you mention Hypno, or Fennel is suddenly very interested in your “brainwave reactions” and asks if you can help her test something in her lab, just the two of you, lights low, machines humming. There is a scene with Juniper that really stuck in my head: she starts all professional, lab coat and serious talk, then it slowly slides into this weird mix of scientific curiosity and raw hunger. She talks about “inter-species bonding” while leaning over the desk so her big tits are almost spilling out, and you’re half listening, half thinking “is she going to ask me to help her with data or just bend me over the fucking chair?” And the game kind of refuses to separate those two. That’s the vibe all over. You’re not just clicking through porn; you’re wandering around a town where the line between research, romance and straight-up hentai bullshit is gone, burned, buried, and Hypno probably jerked off on the ashes.

Not everything hits perfectly, which is funny because the game doesn’t pretend to be polished. Some dialogues feel like the writer was horny, distracted, then came back and forgot what tone they started with. One moment you’re getting this heavy emotional talk about how Hilbert’s future was destroyed in the crash, next moment Mallow is just tossing horny jokes about “juicy berries” and you’re thrown into a scene where Tsareena is acting like a dominatrix with vines and legs for days. There is this small thing that annoyed me: the way fonts resize on mobile sometimes when a text box pops up in the middle of a hot moment, like you’re about to nut and suddenly boom, text overlap, because yes, this is a mobile game and your thumb is in the way. I swear it happened right when Officer Jenny started talking about her “special inspection procedure” and I had to move the dialogue box a bit and it killed the rhythm. Still, the animated bits make up for it, especially when Hypno’s influence starts to show in people’s eyes and bodies, and scenes with Delia, Hilda, or a smug Serena go from teasing to full-on, explicit “this is pokeporn and we’re not pretending otherwise”. Then out of nowhere the game throws in some gay tension with Cheren or Hilbert’s reactions to certain guys, like it’s poking you to see what you’ll pick. It all feels messy, horny, experimental, like someone mashed a dating simulation with a corrupted nostalgia trip and said, fine, let Hypno run wild, let Nuvema Town drown in research and cum and nobody is going to stop it.

You start out as this scrawny little dragon hatchling, naked, pissed off, and already fantasizing about ruining an entire kingdom, and honestly that part feels more honest than half the “hero” games I test. There is no fake noble bullshit here. You crawl out, you learn how to roar, and then you slowly figure out how to turn terrified villagers into fucktoys, cultists, or snacks. Sometimes all three. Half the fun is just poking at the events to see which girl snaps, which one kneels, which one secretly wanted to be railed by a monster the whole time. And yeah, it leans into that point of view hard. The writing really likes putting you in the dragon head, watching the way she shakes when you pin her down, listening to her gasping voice crack while she begs you to stop and you very clearly do not. Then she says she’s a virgin and you get that special extra line when you break her on your cock and it’s fucked up and hot and also the text box bugs out sometimes and skips a line, which drove me mad because I had to replay the same defloration scene three times just to catch one sentence. Not that I’m complaining. I am absolutely complaining.

Some scenes go full corruption route. You grab a priestess, you mind break her with repeated creampies, and a few acts later she’s breastfeeding a dragon whelp while preaching some warped religion about serving your “holy shaft”. The game doesn’t flinch at lactation, bukkake, or turning someone who hated you into this smiling, dripping slave that moans your name like a prayer. Then next scene it casually drops a futa knight with a huge cock and treats it like this is just normal Tuesday. One run I had this whole harem of twins, a fluffy-eared monster girl, a noble girl who pretends she’s all about virtue but melts the second you shove it in her ass, plus a captive hero who turned out to be a trap, tied up and used as a toy by your own minions while you watch. That voyeur angle is done nicely, by the way, except when the voice playback randomly cuts out mid moan and I’m sitting there like “hello, I wanted to hear the ahegao breathy whine, not stare at a frozen mouth.” There is actual management too, not just click sex scene and done. You juggle fear and loyalty, throw slaves into breeding pits, assign who guards your lair and who warms your bed, and if you screw it up you get raided and lose your favorite big tits milk cow because you left her on public display. The mobile version somehow survives all this without crashing, which is impressive, but the UI on small screen is a total mess; I misclicked and sent a lesbian pair I was carefully corrupting straight into a gangbang event and skipped their slow-burn route. That was like 3 in-game weeks of edging my own curiosity gone in one tap. Still, when you finally storm the capital with a squad of collared ex-heroes, a monster girl warband, a couple of trans and gay followers who worship your cock like it’s sacred, everyone dripping, everyone screaming, and you’re just slamming into some princess from behind while your cum from earlier is still leaking out of her mouth from the titfuck scene, it hits that primal “yeah, I own this world now” spot in a way most porn games only promise.

Two idiots, one cursed castle, and way too many horny monsters. That’s basically the vibe here. You follow Fumdux and Kirin, two guys who were supposed to just grab some boring plant for a potion job and go home, but instead they stumble into this old, rotten-looking fortress that somehow no one has ever noticed before. The path behind them literally vanishes, so they’re stuck inside, and from there it just gets weirder and dirtier. You wander the halls as this sarcastic male protagonist, poking around crumbling rooms, slime-filled dungeons, and quiet courtyards where the quiet is just waiting to jump you. One minute you’re checking a dusty bookshelf, next minute some half-feral beastman has you pinned against the wall, teeth against your throat, asking if you’re going to obey or scream. The game doesn’t pretend to be cute about it either. When it goes into domination stuff, it really leans in. Rough oral, deep anal, that whole “you’re mine now” thing, with the protagonist giving as good as he gets when he has the upper hand. There’s fur, claws, fangs, scales, all mixed with sweat and cum and a lot of dirty talk that actually feels like someone horny wrote it, not some sanitized script.

The castle itself works a bit like a sandbox maze. You don’t just walk a straight line and watch scenes. You poke into wings you probably shouldn’t, unlock doors you regret, bargain with creatures that smell blood on you and get more interested the more you struggle. One corridor has these statue-like monster girls, all stone tits and claws, and you’re thinking “ok, obvious trap”, but you still touch one of them because of course you do, and suddenly you’re on your knees, her stone tail locking around your throat while a voice in your ear is promising to “break in the human toy”. Another area is a dark forest inside the walls, with glowing mushrooms and eyes watching from the trees, and it turns into this slow, creepy chase that ends in a clearing where the hunter decides your ass makes a better trophy than your head. The horror angle never fully disappears, even when stuff is hot. There’s always that feeling you’re just meat in someone’s den, and half the fun is deciding whether you’re the one doing the dominating this time or whether you’re going to get bent over a broken altar and pounded until you forget why you came here in the first place. In between, you’re still trying to figure out how the hell to escape, but every time you get closer to a way out, the castle offers you another filthy distraction, like it knows exactly what kind of degenerate you are. By the time you finally see daylight again, assuming you even want to leave, you’ll have been used, stuffed, teased, and worshipped by monsters who treat you as pet, master, or both, depending on how you play it.

Prince Aetrian looks like one of those guys who has everything. Soft bed, soft clothes, soft hands that never touched anything rougher than a book or Jarrod’s hair. He’s the golden boy of Eldrark, raised on fancy rules and “proper duty” and all that royal crap, and he’s already accepted that one day he’s going to wear the crown and play the perfect ruler. The funny part is, the one thing that really matters to him isn’t the crown at all, it’s his servant. Jarrod. The guy who follows him around, cleans up his mess, knows exactly how he looks when he’s angry, or horny, or scared, and still calls him “my prince” like it means something private. The game just throws you into their little bubble of comfort, then casually says, nah, fuck that, we’re changing everything now, hope you’re attached to this world, because it’s about to twist.

The whole thing is a kinetic novel so you’re not here to “min-max routes” or whatever, you’re basically sitting in the back of their heads while shit happens to them. It’s short, so the story hits fast. One moment Aetrian is passing as the obedient royal son who tries really hard not to stare too long at his own servant’s chest when he’s changing clothes, next moment he’s stuck in a situation where pretending not to be in love with Jarrod makes absolutely no sense. There’s this quiet scene where Aetrian is supposed to be studying and Jarrod is nearby, pretending to dust shelves, and the sexual tension is like, thick, and stupid. Aetrian fingers the edge of a page like he wants it to be skin instead, and Jarrod is carefully avoiding eye contact, but you can tell he’s memorized every inch of the prince’s body under those layers. When it finally slips from long looks and careful touches into actual hands on skin, it feels messy and honest, not like porn logic. You get slow, teasing strokes, the kind of handjob where one of them is trying to stay quiet because there’s a door not far away and someone could walk in. There’s a point where Aetrian bites down hard on his own knuckles while Jarrod jerks him off, trying not to moan his name too loud, and I swear I could feel that nervous, needy energy in my own throat. The first time Aetrian pushes in and doesn’t pull out, it’s not some grand declaration, it’s more like, “I can’t let you go, not anywhere, not even out of my body,” and yeah, the creampie is more emotional than it has any right to be in a furry fantasy story.

What I really liked is that their relationship actually feels queer in a good way, not some fake “no homo” fake-out. It’s two guys who know exactly what they’re risking by wanting each other and they still do it. You get those tiny moments where Jarrod’s hand lingers on Aetrian’s shoulder a bit too long, where Aetrian watches the way Jarrod’s tail moves when he’s nervous, and it’s not joked away. It’s romantic and horny at the same time, like, “I want to fuck you, but also I’d die if anything happened to you,” and both are true in the same breath. The world itself feels like it has depth without shoving lore down your throat. Names of other places and stories pop up and you just feel like, okay, this kingdom has history, there are other tales happening in the background, but right now, in this story, it’s just these two idiots trying to hold onto each other while fate yanks the rug. I kind of wish there was one more scene of them just being dumb and domestic after everything explodes, like Aetrian trying to make breakfast and failing while Jarrod laughs, but that’s probably not happening. The art has that soft 2D style that fits the mood, not super glossy, not ugly either, just cozy in a slightly awkward way, like a sketchbook that got horny and sentimental at the same time. The only thing that pissed me off is that one outfit Aetrian wears that looks like it’d take ten minutes just to unbutton before you can even touch his chest properly, and they never bother to change it. If you go in hoping to spam choices, you’ll be disappointed, but if you just let the story wash over you and enjoy every stolen look, every shaky breath, every sticky, possessive finish that says “you’re mine,” it’s a pretty sweet, filthy little fantasy to get lost in for a while.