The whole thing feels like someone animated a Newgrounds flash from 2005 and I mean that as the highest possible compliment. April's proportions are so aggressively stylized that her spine should have snapped three scenes ago, but whatever, physics died so the redhead parody could thrive. The loading screen alone made me check if my browser had reverted to Windows XP. Nostalgia is a hell of a drug.

There's this one moment where a pizza box just slides into frame for no reason. Nobody ordered it. Nobody eats it. It just exists as set dressing, a silent tribute to the source material. I spent maybe two full minutes staring at it wondering if I missed a clickable interaction. I didn't. The devs just put a pizza box there because they understand the deep lore. The dialogue options are what you'd expect if someone transcribed a late night Adult Swim bumper, full of lines that make you snort then immediately question your life choices. At one point April says something that sounds like it was ripped from a deleted scene of the 87 cartoon, except the 87 cartoon never had a "mating season" subplot. My brain short-circuited trying to reconcile the voice I remember with the text I was reading.

The humor lands in that weird space between "I can't believe they went there" and "of course they went there, it's a parody." There's a moment involving a manhole cover that I won't spoil but let's just say the sewer level metaphors write themselves. The art style wobbles between "deliberately janky tribute" and "actually just janky" and I genuinely cannot tell where the line is anymore. Maybe there isn't one. The redhead curse is real and this game embraces it fully, no shame, no brakes, just pure unfiltered cartoon degeneracy wrapped in a shell of turtle power references. I wish there was more actual turtle but also I don't, because the absence makes the whole thing funnier somehow. Like a joke where the setup never pays off but the setup itself becomes the punchline.

The first click is free, they said. Fifty thousand clicks later, my wrist hurts and April O'Neil is half naked on my screen, giving me that look from the cartoon but dirtier. This is Feodosiy's unfinished alpha, a TMNT parody clicker that knows exactly what it's doing. You click on April. She loses clothes. I'm a simple man with a growing GIF collection.

Somewhere around click two hundred, I started wondering if my mouse was going to break. Then I didn't care because her bra vanished. The big tits tag isn't lying, and the redhead model hits that uncanny valley spot between nostalgic cartoon and late night browser history. You're not supposed to fall in love with a clicker game's placeholder art but here I am, screenshotting frames like they're rare pokemon cards.

I wish there were more heroines already. The description promises new April emotions, new poses, new items, other characters, but right now it's just her. You'll hit a wall eventually where the clicking feels less like progress and more like tendonitis. The undress mechanic is basic. You click, a counter goes up, and she strips in stages. No final nude state yet in this build, which honestly feels like edging without the payoff. Three screenshots I keep coming back to. First, that moment her shirt rides up just enough to see the curve underneath. Second, the expression she makes during the bra removal sequence, somewhere between surprised and inviting. Third, the idle frame after everything stops, where she just... waits. Something about that last one. It whispers "come back tomorrow" in a way that makes me angry and excited at the same time.

April O'Neil getting absolutely railed in the sewer while Master Splinter probably meditates three rooms over. That's the vibe here. Not the clever reporter from the comics. Not the cartoon version that made ten year old me feel things I didn't understand. This is pure id territory, and honestly? The animation loops are choppy like a bootleg VHS tape but somehow that makes it filthier.

The boob physics deserve a moment of silence. They move like water balloons filled with jello. Completely unrealistic, obeying no known laws of nature. I spent way too long just making her bounce. You've got different positions that cycle through with a click, nothing revolutionary. Missionary, doggy, something that looks uncomfortable against a brick wall. The sound design is what you'd expect, wet slaps and moans that loop a bit too perfectly. Kinda hypnotic though. My cat left the room.

For a browser game that loads faster than my last doordash order, it delivers exactly what thr title promises. Teenage mutant ninja turtles but make it pure unfiltered pornography. The backgrounds look like someone discovered gradients in MS paint, but who's looking at backgrounds when April's tits are doing that thing. One position glitches sometimes if you switch too fast, her leg does this exorcist twist thing that kills the mood for a second. Then you click again and forget all about it. There's a weird charm to how unpolished everything is, like finding a playboy in the woods. You know it's trash but it's YOUR trash now.

The whole thing feels like a pizza that’s been left out too long, you know? Still technically edible, still got that greasy pull, but the cheese is cold and the crust has gone weirdly soft. It starts with this long, rambling movie clip, all bright colors and that specific 80s cartoon energy, and the turtles are just talking, talking, talking. The dirty language is there, sure, but it’s delivered with the pacing of a Sunday morning cartoon where nobody’s had their coffee yet. I kept waiting for the orgy to pop off and instead I’m watching a slideshow with voice acting that sounds like someone reading a grocery list in a vaguely horny tone.

Then the actual foursome scene hits and it’s a mess, a total bukkake fever dream that feels like it was animated by someone who only vaguely remembers what human bodies do. April, the redhead, is just sort of… there, a focal point for a lot of pixelated fluid. The handjob mechanics are almost non-existent, you just click and something happens, I think. I wish there was a way to control the pace, to make the cumshot feel earned instead of like a sudden weather event, but that’s clearly not what this is. It’s a single, unpolished blast of a very specific fantasy, and if you’re not already deep into the idea of the Ninja Turtles getting freaky, you’ll just be confused. Like, why is Donatello’s staff just floating there? Never mind.

I went in expecting some elaborate corruption of a childhood memory, maybe a slow descent into madness. What I got was a weirdly hypnotic loop of grunting and splattering. The replayability is zero unless you have a very particular itch that only this exact shade of green can scratch. It’s less a game and more a single, unskippable cutscene from someone’s personal id. I can’t even call it bad, it’s too singular for that. It’s like finding a weird, sticky VHS tape in a sewer grate. You watch it, you feel a bit grimy, and then you forget what you were talking about. The whole thing just ends, no climax to the pacing, just a sudden stop, like the pizza guy finally showed up.

Akabur doing TMNT. Yeah, that Akabur. The one from those Princess Trainer games everyone and their mother has probably seen. So you know the drill, that very specific style where the girls look like they're constantly on the verge of something, that glossy sheen to everything. It's about April O'Neil, obviously. And the turtles. And Splinter, because of course.

The whole thing is broken into chapters, which is a fancy way of saying it's a slow burn you're clicking through. The art is what it is, you've seen it. I remember getting to the first real scene and just staring at the dialogue choices like an idiot. Do I pick the obviously lewd one or play it cool? Who am I kidding, it's an adult game. You pick the lewd one. The tension isn't really in the choice, it's in waiting to see how Akabur draws the payoff. And with April, it's exactly what you'd expect, that exaggerated body language. I got so focused on unlocking the next image that I completely forgot there was supposed to be a plot about mutagen or whatever. Something about a mating season, the title is right there, I'm not stupid.

The group stuff, the gangbang tag, that's the whole point of the later chapters. It's messy and ridiculous and leans so hard into the parody that you can't even be shocked. It's just funny. The mutant designs are... well, they're turtles. But the way they're posed is pure Akabur. I did get annoyed at one point because a specific scene with Splinter felt like it took forever to trigger, I kept clicking the same damn room. But then the next April scene loaded and I forgot what I was complaining about. It's a flash game from a bygone era, basically, running in a browser like it's 2007. Don't expect a masterpiece, expect to click and grin.

The animation chops along like a flipbook made by someone who just discovered the clone stamp tool. You know what you're here for. Donatello, specifically that version from the newer cartoon people keep memeing about, is going to town on what I guess is April O'Neil. She's making that face. The one where the eyes cross a little and the tongue does that weird spasm thing. The audio is a war crime, a single loop of wet slapping that desyncs halfway through, but nobody's here for the foley work.

The whole setup feels like someone ripped a character model from a Source Filmmaker session that got abandoned in 2012. His cock is this absurd pink club, no subtlety at all, just a magenta battering ram. April's just there, a prop with jiggle physics that feel like they were dialed in by someone angry. I was trying to figure out why Donnie's shell clips through her thigh in a way that makes no anatomical sense, and then the loop just restarts without warning. No climax, no transition, just a hard cut back to frame one. It's so aggressively unpolished it circles back to being mesmerizing. Like watching a gif on a forum in 2006 where you had to squint past the pixelation to see the good stuff.

Scrolling past the other TMNT parodies on the platform, this one has a specific kind of deranged energy. I wish the sound wasn't so aggressively terrible, like someone recording a leaky faucet while chewing. It won't be fixed. The whole thing exists as this artifact of pure id, a crude drawing on a bathroom stall that someone decided to animate. Forgot to mention the blowjob tag. It's there

April O'Neil getting railed by a turtle. Not the cartoon I grew up with but honestly? The one I needed.

This thing is rough around the edges in a way that actually works for it. The art style has that deliberately sketchy quality, like someone's private notebook drawings that got out of hand. April's design leans hard into the redhead bombshell thing, freckles and all, and the parody elements are just recognizable enough to avoid copyright lawyers while still hitting that nostalgia button. The domination angle is front and center, she's not exactly calling the shots here, and the whole setup feels like a fever dream from someone who watched too much Saturday morning TV as a kid and then discovered pornhub.

The animation loops are janky but in a charming way? Like watching a flipbook made by a horny teenager. There's this one sequence where the positioning shifts and suddenly anatomy makes no sense whatsoever. I laughed. Then I kept watching. The sound design is basically nonexistent which is probably a mercy given what some of these parody games try to do with voice acting. Remember that awful Mario parody from like 2015? This avoids that disaster entirely by just... not trying.

The patreon integration is aggressive. Every few scenes there's a reminder to vote for new heroines and I'm sitting there thinking about what other childhood cartoon characters could get this treatment. Splinter? No. Please no. But also maybe? The game knows exactly what it is and doesn't pretend otherwise. It's a quick hit of wrongness that somehow feels right. The build updates are frequent enough that the creator clearly gives a shit, which is more than I can say for half the abandoned projects on itch.io.

I forgot to mention the actual gameplay. There isn't much. You click, things happen, April makes faces. That's it. That's the review.

April is a mess here, in the best and worst way possible. She is that kind of redhead you remember from the cartoon, but this time she is not running around with a mic, chasing news. She is the news. The game just throws her into this dirty little “exclusive interview” with Rocksteady and Bebop, like the channel lost its moral department a long time ago. No slow buildup, no fake romance, no cheesy “I love you, April.” It is more like: she needs a big story, they need to unload, and everybody kind of pretends this is professional. On the surface she is still the strong reporter who wants her scoop, but the way she drops on her knees tells you the story was never the point. Watching her wrap those big tits around a cock while asking “for a statement” is the kind of stupid joke that somehow works when you are already one hand in your pants.

What surprised me is how blunt the game is about power. There is this one scene where Rocksteady has her pinned between him and Bebop, and April is half moaning, half trying to play it like she is still in control, asking them questions like it is a regular interview. It looks almost sad, like she really believes she is calling the shots, while they are using her throat like a toy and just ignoring whatever she says. The threesome stuff gets rough, but not in that fake romantic porn way where everyone is magically in love and comes at the same time with perfect lighting. She gets spit on, makeup running, cock slapping across her face while she still holds the mic like a prop, and for a second it feels too real, then suddenly it turns silly again when she tries to keep her “on air” voice while giving a sloppy blowjob. I liked that, then immediately hated it, because it teases something darker and then runs back into goofy fanservice. You get this long handjob scene where she strokes one mutant while sucking the other, and the camera insists on showing her trying to smile for a camera that is not even there. They blast her with cumshots like they are jealous of each other, covering her hair, lips, tits, the mic, everything, but she still acts like she can spin this into a heroic story. She cannot. And that is why it works: there is no happy ending, just a sticky one, and the game knows she will come back for “more material” next time because that is the only way this version of April knows how to keep her job.