Third game in and my horny little heart is still weirdly attached to this dumbly cute sci fi story. My Furry Protogen 3 drops you right into the middle of drama with Juno, this adorable female protogen scientist who somehow manages to be both wholesome and a total cocktease in the same scene. One moment she’s all serious about saving the world, messing with gadgets, talking about dangerous tech, then suddenly you’re pinning her against a console and her visor is fogging up while she begs you to go deeper. It feels like someone mashed Mass Effect’s “we need to stop the bad guy” mood with the kind of furry Twitter art you scroll through while pretending you’re just “checking notifications.” The romance is actually sweet in a messed up way, she’s got that “I’m scared but I trust you” energy, then the game turns around and throws multiple penetration at you like yeah, emotions are nice, now rail her until her legs shake. Not complaining.

What I really liked is how the erotic scenes don’t just pop out of nowhere. You get these smaller little touches along the way that feel like warming up. A hand brushing her chestplate a bit too long while she explains something scientific. Juno leaning in way too close, her soft robotic purr getting lower when she talks about the enemy that almost killed her. There’s this one scene in the lab where she’s sitting on a chair, you’re supposed to be running tests, but her tail is twitching and her thighs are squeezed together and you just know what’s coming. The transition from awkward kisses to full-on vaginal sex with toys involved feels natural, like two people (well, one guy and one very eager protogen) who already know each other and finally stop pretending. And when you finally unload in her, the game doesn’t shy away from the mess at all. Creampie shots are front and center, sticky, dripping, her body shaking while she holds onto you like she’s afraid you’ll vanish. There’s a titfuck scene too that just sort of happens, like “ok, we did that now, moving on,” which is weirdly hot. Anal comes in at just the right moment, late enough that it feels like escalation, not just a checklist. Story wise, it tries to go big with the final confrontation and some truth about her past, sometimes it talks too much, like a VN that forgot we opened this in the same browser where Pornhub and Faproulette are pinned, but when the game shuts up and just lets Juno ride you slowly in a soft-lit cabin, visor flickering while she moans your name, it works in a very horny, very direct way.

Natasha Naughty Wife looks like one of those “oh ok, this will be a quick fap VN” things, then two scenes later you’re suddenly micro-managing a marriage like it’s a broken UE blueprint. You’re inside this couple where everything is polite, tidy, a bit vanilla at the start, and then tiny choices start poking at the soft spots. It begins with something simple like a doctor visit and awkward talk about why they still don’t have a kid, and before you realize, you are watching Natasha stand a little too close to a tall black guy in the waiting room, wearing a dress that is not technically slutty but sits on her like it wants to start a fight. The game really enjoys slow burn corruption. It loves making Jeff smile and say “I trust you babe” right before you pick that stupid little option like “let him drive you home” and suddenly there’s this heavy silence in the car and Natasha is playing with her ring while his hand rests a bit too low on the gear shift. Nothing crazy at first, just small harmless touches that push your imagination to do most of the work.

What got me is how often it lets you decide how much of a cuck you want Jeff to be without making a big neon sign about it. You can keep him strong, jealous, trying to hold the line, or just slowly let him slide into that pathetic but hot space where he is nodding while his wife goes out “with friends” and you already know damn well who is picking her up. There is this one early bar scene where Natasha is clearly underdressed for a “married woman night out” and the music is loud, the light is red, and some guy is already giving her that hunter look. You can be the good husband and pull her away, or you can pretend you didn’t see it and drink your beer. The camera stays on her thighs while she crosses and uncrosses them and if you picked the wrong option, you will hate yourself in the best possible way. I liked that not all the visuals look super polished, by the way. Some poses are a bit stiff, some faces feel slightly off in a frame or two, which weirdly makes it more raw, like watching someone’s private dirty render project rather than a huge studio porn game. There is even some 2D style stuff mixed in that feels like concept art that accidentally turned horny. It does not always match perfectly, and sometimes the hair physics scream “placeholder”, but then you hit a scene where Natasha’s makeup is a little smudged and her lipstick is fainter on one side and boom, suddenly you are very aware of what she has been doing kneeling somewhere off screen.

The interracial angle is not just a tag checkmark here. When the first big black guy shows up as more than background, the whole dynamic shifts. He is not just “the bull”, he actually talks like a real person, cracks some normal jokes, and that makes it much worse. Because then when his hand is on Natasha’s lower back, it feels like something emotional is going wrong, not just physical. Jeff starts trying to be cool, like “yeah we are all friends”, and you can push him to share his wife more, or slam the brakes and keep the romance route where she stays loyal. But even on the “good” path, the game keeps teasing you with almost-cheating stuff, like a late-night text, a hug that lasts a fraction too long, a conversation about her fantasy of being with a bigger guy that is “only talk”. You know how in UE when you have too many branches, the logic graph starts to look like spaghetti? This VN feels like that, in a good way. Some choices feel tiny, like letting Natasha keep a risky dress or telling her she looks hot in front of another man, and later you are staring at a scene where that same dress is on the floor of a hotel room and she is riding someone that definitely is not her husband while Jeff is somewhere else thinking about baby names. Or he is sitting on a chair watching, if you let him go full cuck. And the game is not shy with that. Eye-level view of her getting stretched, her voice going high and shaky, that mix of guilt and absolute pleasure on her face. Sometimes it crawls a bit too slowly between scenes and you wish the pacing was tighter, but at the same time that drag makes the payoff nastier. It keeps asking you quietly: are you here for love, or for watching a sexy wife get ruined from the inside out. And the worst part is, both answers feel right.

Dahlia’s Ordeal feels like watching an edgy late‑night fantasy cartoon that someone hacked and replaced half the scenes with porn and the other half with people getting hurt for real. The whole thing rides on this one girl, Dahlia, who looks like she should be the sweet fantasy princess type, but the game just keeps kicking her down the stairs, figuratively and sometimes almost literally. It starts kind of slow, like a normal mystery with creepy family tension, you walk around, click through dialogue, try to figure out who’s lying, and then suddenly the story grabs you by the throat with graphic violence and ugly family shit. One moment people are arguing in a quiet room with candlelight, next moment there’s blood on the floor and you’re wondering when exactly things went off the rails. The corruption angle is not subtle at all: she gets pushed, pressured, blackmailed, humiliated, then you get these choices where you can lean into it and make her act filthier, or try to keep her some kind of “good girl” while everything around her rots. Both roads are fucked, just in different flavors.

From the animation side, the cutscenes are rough in a way that kind of fits the story. You can feel the team is going for 2D comic vibes: sharp lines, expressive faces, a lot of close‑ups on eyes, lips, hands. During the oral scenes, the camera loves staying on her face, drool stringing down, mascara a bit wrecked, that kind of cheap but effective porn shot. There is one scene where Dahlia is on her knees in a dark corridor, forced to give a handjob while her uncle keeps talking about “family duty” and the camera doesn’t show penetration at all, just his hand in her hair and her fingers squeezing around his shaft in rhythm. The animation is slightly jittery, frames not always smooth, but that roughness weirdly makes it feel more uncomfortable, like you’re watching something you’re not supposed to see. And then you get a spanking cutscene where the sound design suddenly goes hard: the smack noises are sharp, skin gets red panel by panel, and the camera keeps cutting between her biting her lip and his hand raised again. They clearly had fun drawing bruises. Maybe too much fun.

Sexual harassment scenes are everywhere and honestly a bit exhausting. Guards grabbing her, hands on her thigh during “normal” conversations, people calling her names, using her as bargaining chip, all that trainer‑style slow breaking of a girl who started with some pride. And the story kind of teases “retribution” but keeps you hanging, so for a long time it’s just her being used: forced oral, shoved against walls, humiliation in front of people that should protect her. There’s one oral scene where the guy finishes on her face, then wipes it with his thumb and makes her lick it, and instead of going full porn glam the art keeps her looking small, a bit dead in the eyes. I liked that they didn’t glamorize the bloodier moments either; when graphic violence happens, it’s messy, quick, and not “cool”. Sometimes the expressions go wonky, like she looks cross‑eyed during a serious line, or hands are weird, and UI text boxes clip into the art in a way that made me stare more at the font than her tits. Also whoever chose that notification sound should be in jail, it pings at the worst moments and I kept thinking Discord was open. The cheating angle is there too, half‑whispered: people fucking behind backs, Dahlia being pushed into acts that betray what little family loyalty she still has, but the game never stops to moralize. It just lets the ugliness sit on the screen. I kept waiting for a soft, wholesome scene, like a break, a bath, a hug. It never really comes.

Grand Butt-Sex Hotel feels like the kind of game teenage me always dreamed about finding on some shady Flash site, except now it actually runs smooth on my phone and doesn’t crash when the good part starts. You play this kinda hapless dude who walks into this fancy hotel thinking “oh cool, job, money, normal life maybe” and instead you get thrown into a place where the managers and guests are mostly tall smug futa ladies with thick thighs, huge tits and way too much money, who look at you like you’re a walking stress toy. The whole vibe is luxury mixed with porn parody, like someone mashed a five-star resort with one of those cursed hentai doujins you pretend you “found by accident”. You’re basically staff and chew-toy at the same time. One second you’re talking politely at the front desk, the next a classy futa businesswoman is pushing you against the counter and making you suck her cock while the elevator dings in the background. The game treats that as completely normal, which is honestly kinda funny and hot at same time.

What really hit my nostalgia brain is how the humor and horny stuff are glued together. The dialogue is full of dumb jokes, weird “rich people fetish” lines, and that slightly awkward English that somehow makes the dirty talk work better. There’s this scene where a petite “trap” guest shows up looking cute and shy, then calmly pulls out a suitcase full of toys and asks if you’re “hotel-certified” for anal service, like it’s spa menu item. You get the dating sim vibe, picking how polite or thirsty your responses are, and it actually changes how hard they ride you later. One futa with a giant ass teases you for being “vanilla” if you only go for oral, then drags you to her room, bends you over the bed and you feel like you’re signing a contract with your asshole. Some of the animations are nicely timed with the moans, especially the oral shots where your head is bobbing and her balls tap your chin, but then sometimes a loop will reset at a weird moment and my brain just goes “why did her hips teleport”. And the loading between scenes on mobile Chrome lagged right during a blowjob payoff, which annoyed me more than it should, but I still kept playing, because of course I did.

The hotel setting lets them throw in all kinds of guests: tall dark-skinned futa with big tits who treats you like a room amenity, some smug white CEO type who wants you on your knees under the table during “business calls”, a nerdy girl with glasses who secretly has the thickest cock and uses a vibrating toy in your ass while she scrolls on her phone, barely looking at you. There are races mixed, body types, a lot of big asses pressing you into fancy sheets. Sometimes the female domination goes pretty hard, like humiliating dirty talk while they make you lick their shaft clean after anal, and other times it’s oddly sweet, like a futa patting your head after using you and tipping you like a good bellboy. It’s funny, because the game pretends to be this outrageous fetish buffet, but the thing that stuck with me most was one quiet moment in a hallway, where you’re exhausted, cum probably still dripping somewhere, and a guest just smirks, adjusts her bulge, and tells you she booked you for “wake-up service” tomorrow. That tiny little line hit way harder in my head than half the loud scenes. Also, the hotel lobby music slaps in the weirdest way. I caught myself humming it while opening TikTok, which is completely wrong for this kind of game and now my brain is cursed forever.