On the cusp of his tenth birthday, Omni, a young boy brimming with excitement, eagerly anticipated the commencement of his Pokémon adventure. However, fate had a cruel twist in store for him. As the sun peeked over the horizon, casting an ethereal glow upon the slumbering town, Omni succumbed to the allure of Morpheus' embrace, oversleeping on the most pivotal day of his life. By the time he groggily stumbled out of bed, his heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and exhilaration, he realized with dismay that he was woefully behind schedule. Desperation propelled him towards Professor Oak's laboratory, the epicenter of all Pokémon aspirations. However, upon arriving at the hallowed halls of the professor's abode, Omni was met with a sight that sent shivers down his spine.

The lab was eerily silent, devoid of the usual hustle and bustle. Pokéballs sat untouched on dusty shelves, and notes fluttered neglected on cluttered desks. Omni’s breath caught as he noticed a cryptic message scrawled hastily on the whiteboard - an urgent call to action. With trembling hands, he realized his journey wouldn't be the simple adventure he’d imagined, but a wild, dangerous chase against time and unseen foes.

Now, every step Omni takes drags him deeper into a world where trust is scarce and danger lurks behind every corner. Ready or not, his Pokémon journey has twisted into something raw and unpredictable, daring you to dive right in.

Dive into Omni's fractured world and carve your own legend from the chaos. The clock is ticking. Are you ready to face what lies beyond the familiar? Start playing now.

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 feels like some horny fan with a cheap mic and too much free time decided to punish Dawn in the woods and accidentally hit something really hot in the sound. Visually it’s pretty simple, just that familiar blue-haired trainer getting wrecked after losing, but the audio is where my brain parked. The way her breath changes from that angry, “tch, I lost” kind of huff to those shaky little gasps when he pushes her down is what sold it for me. You hear leaves crunching under her knees, a little fabric rustle when he yanks her skirt up, that faint squeak like his belt buckle or zipper fighting him for a second. It’s not super clean, you can hear a bit of noise, but that’s exactly what makes it feel like a nasty forest sextape and not some sterile studio thing.

The doggystyle sequence is stupidly focused on rhythm. Whoever handled the loops really paid attention to how sex actually sounds when you’re panting and trying not to moan too loud. There’s this great moment where he starts slow and you hear that wet slide plus her trying to hold her voice, just these tiny whiny noises in her throat. Then he starts pounding and the slap sounds actually change, sharper when he hits hard, more muffled when his hips sink in deeper. Her moans go from annoyed and unwilling to that fucked-out, “I hate this but also I don’t” kind of tone that hentai always goes for. Sometimes it even clips a little, the volume peaks for half a second, and weirdly that makes it hotter because it feels like whoever recorded this didn’t care about perfection, they just cranked the gain so we could hear every filthy sound.

There’s also this guy in the background with a camera, and you can hear him just slightly, breathing and shifting, sometimes the soft click of the device like he’s zooming or adjusting. It’s not in your face, but if you’re the kind of pervert who replays the same five seconds like I did, you catch it. I wish they did more with the forest vibe though. There are faint bird sounds early on, then they kind of forget about the environment and it turns into almost a studio audio track. Missed chance. Imagine some distant Pidgey scream right when he shoots his load inside her, that would have been hilarious. Speaking of, the cumshot has that sticky finish sound, like one thick splurt then a few smaller ones, and her voice flips to this breathless whimper, half humiliation, half relief. It’s short, yeah, and it loops in a pretty crude way that made me open another tab to distract myself from the janky restart, but if you’ve got decent headphones and you’re into Dawn getting taken from behind like a broke little loser who paid her battle debt with her ass, there’s enough dirty detail in the soundscape to keep you rewinding the good parts and pretending you’re the bastard holding that camera.

Con Quest feels like somebody got horny at Comic-Con, opened RPG Maker, and just refused to stop until every girl in a Pokémon outfit was getting railed. In a good way. You walk around this nerd convention, not to catch monsters, but to hunt down girls in cheap, tight cosplay that looks like it came from AliExpress and then got “modified” with scissors and zero shame. They’ve got the Pikachu chick whose ears keep wobbling while she’s getting fucked, the grumpy Gardevoir girl who pretends she’s above it all but spreads fast as soon as you push the right dialog options, and a ridiculous amount of bad puns about balls, trainers and catching them all. Sometimes it lands, sometimes it’s like watching your drunk uncle discover hentai on TikTok. Still, I laughed. Then I got hard. Not always in that order.

The flow is simple: explore the convention floor, poke at everything like a horny raccoon, talk to cosplayers, pick the lewder dialog, and trigger scenes. There’s that one moment where you finally talk your way backstage, past the fake “staff only” sign, and find a girl in a half-finished Eevee outfit, ears on, top off, still holding a hot glue gun while you bend her over a pile of foam props. Completely unsafe, 10/10. Another time I burned a whole coffee break just trying every dumb answer in one dialog tree to see which one would push the “Misty-but-not-Misty” girl from rolling her eyes to literally riding your face behind a merch table full of body pillows. The game sometimes pretends it’s a serious little quest with items and mini-challenges, then instantly switches to “okay, now fuck her on the floor between two trash bins.” That chaos made it feel like an actual con, to be honest. You run in circles, get lost, end up in the weirdest places, and suddenly there’s a half-naked furry Pikachu grinding on your lap like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Sex scenes go hard on the cosplay angle. Costumes stay on just enough to be stupid hot: tail getting grabbed, ears getting pulled, fake paws on your chest, panty lines under ripped bodysuits. There’s one where the girl’s wearing a super tight yellow suit and you only pull it down to her waist, so her tits bounce out while the hood still has the goofy little face on it. It looks silly and filthy at the same time, like a hentai parody you’re slightly ashamed to enjoy but you still do. Some animations loop a bit clunky in spots and the moans sometimes sound like they were recorded in someone’s bathroom on an old phone, but honestly that kind of fits the whole dirty-fan-project vibe. I was more annoyed that sometimes I clicked too fast, skipped a line of dialog I actually wanted to read, and there’s no quick, clean way to step back one sentence. Also there is one NPC who looks like she would 100% fuck you behind the fake cardboard Poké-center booth and she never does, and I’m still mad about that. The mix of convention humor, shameless cosplay kink, and “gotta catch every slutty costume” energy made it feel like wandering through a horny, corrupted Nintendo fan meetup where nobody cares about the panels, only about who’s getting pounded in which costume next.