This one feels like someone took a horny sketchbook from a convention hotel room and just clicked “play”. No build up, no romance, just straight to cartoon creatures fucking, like your childhood monster-catching games got drunk and took their clothes off. As a lingerie designer I was watching it with my usual brain turned on, thinking, ok, what kind of body is this, what kind of mood, how would I dress this girl on top if I had to sell panties inspired by her. And then, ten seconds later, I am not thinking about lace anymore, only about how hard she is riding him. The girl-on-top energy is strong here. She is not shy, not soft, more like “shut up, lie down, I’m using you”, which I appreciate a lot. It has that raw fan-art vibe: not much story, not much context, just “you know these creatures, now see them fuck”. For me that works, because I already have nostalgia for this universe, all those evenings with Game Boy and later pretending I’m too adult for that while still scrolling Pokémon and Digimon fanart on Instagram.

The actual “game” part is tiny, but kind of like playing with straps on a bra: you have just a few sliders, and if you know what you like, that’s enough. You take control of the pace, move from slow grind to fast pounding, then decide when to let him cum. It is basically a creampie simulator with decision of “how desperate do I want her hips to look before he explodes”. When she drops her weight on him and you push speed up, it hits that nice point between funny and filthy. There is this moment where her tail flicks a bit and her tits bounce off rhythm, and I paused like, ok, that’s the pose I want in a lookbook, but maybe not with cum dripping out. Or maybe yes. I keep saying I want more options, like position changes, different partners, maybe some teasing, but at the same time, if they added more, it would lose that dumb, quick, “I’m horny, click-click, cumshot, bye” feeling that actually makes it charming. Colors are bright in that Saturday-morning-cartoon way, which clashes hard with the very not-child-friendly pounding, and that clash is exactly why my brain stays awake. I do wish the sound design had a bit more depth, the moans sometimes feel like they come from TikTok instead of a thick furry girl riding like she means it, and the loop is short enough that my designer side starts noticing tiny things, like how her back arch could be stronger or how the male body feels less cared about than her curves.

Still, if you go in like it’s a one-night stand with a familiar fantasy, it treats you right. Don’t expect romance, don’t expect complex choices or big evolution trees. It’s more like: pick your pace, watch this hungry little monster girl milk him, enjoy the sticky finish, close the tab, pretend you were answering emails on Gmail. Best way to get the most out of it? Take your time the first run, start slower than you think, watch how her expression shifts when you build the rhythm instead of smashing max speed from the start. Then, next round, go completely feral and crank everything up just to see how messy you can force that final creampie to feel. Play with it like you play with lingerie in a fitting room: twist, adjust, pull the straps a bit too far, see what breaks. Here nothing breaks, only he does. And that’s kind of the whole point.

War is technically happening somewhere in Ahras, but this game treats it like background noise while you’re busy staring at tits and trying to remember which herb makes people extra horny and which one just makes them lactate like a busted tap. You’re not a hero, you’re an alchemist refugee who stumbled into this “safe” city that looks peaceful on the surface and then slowly shows you it’s basically a fuck buffet with a fantasy veneer. The guild hires you because they need potions, but everyone treats you less like a worker and more like a walking excuse to experiment on their own bodies. You sit in this little workshop, surrounded by bottles, stains on the table that probably aren’t all chemical, and a constant stream of adventurers with big asses, bigger chests, and problems that can always, somehow, be solved by you touching them a bit too much while “checking side effects”.

One of the early moments that hooked me is when this knight girl comes in, all stoic, armor too tight around her tits, complaining about fatigue and sore muscles. You brew a stamina tonic, misjudge the ratio on purpose, and she ends up flushed, nipples hard and leaking through her tunic as the potion pulls milk from somewhere deep in her body. She tries to keep a straight face while her breasts get heavier, her voice shaking as she asks if this is “normal for alchemy”. You don’t even answer, you just ask to “inspect for adverse reactions” and suddenly you’re cupping those huge, warm tits, thumb brushing a nipple while milk beads at the tip, and she’s trying not to moan in the middle of the lab. The art sells it: soft lines, slightly messy, like a sketch that got horny and refused to stop. Nothing too polished, which actually fits the setting; it feels like a dirty notebook you shouldn’t be reading at work, yet here we are. I played this on my phone in the bathroom at the office using Firefox and honestly, it was dangerously manageable. One hand scrolling, the other hand, well. Let’s just say Face ID almost failed after.

The game plays loose and lazy with time. One moment you’re buying ingredients from a smug cat-eared merchant girl whose tail won’t stop twitching when you brush against her, the next you’re babysitting a monster girl party member whose idea of testing a transformation potion is to ask you to grope her thighs while they shift. The sandbox feeling is there: you pop open the menu, poke around quests, forget the main story because some stacked cow-girl adventurer just unlocked a “special” alchemy route involving milking tools and “stress relief”. There’s teasing everywhere. Furry ears getting pulled, tails wrapped around your waist, hips grinding your lap under the excuse of “balance training”. One scene has a mage using you as a chair while reading, your hands pinned under her ass, and when you finally wriggle free she smirks and “accidentally” spills a potion that makes her clothes almost transparent. The story pretends to care about redemption and trauma, then ten minutes later you’re testing a breast enlargement recipe on a shy healer who’s clearly into you fondling every new inch. I kept getting annoyed that the merchant’s inventory page loads like half a second slower on mobile than the other screens and then forgetting it mid-fap because the next CG drops some new angle of a fat ass sitting on your face. It’s messy, horny, weirdly cozy, talks about war like it’s weather, and treats bodies like clay you can knead, pinch, fill, and milk until everyone’s panting and your workshop smells like sex and herbs.

Third part already and Pepe still hasn’t learned a single thing about consent or personal space, and honestly that’s kinda the charm here. This time it feels like someone smashed an old school arcade cabinet with a horny furry convention and said “yeah that’s enough design work.” You drop in and it’s pure chaos: skunks sprinting around trying to hump anything with a pulse, you trying to steer this idiot Casanova through a maze of ass, tails, and way too eager strangers. It fits weirdly well into a Holiday theme actually, like those Valentine’s specials that are 90% bad decisions and cheap perfume. I was streaming it on my “Horny Halloween” night, where everything needed at least one freaky costume and one terrible pun, and Pepe kinda over delivered. Every other furry on screen is either trying to get fucked, trying to fuck you, or just standing there like they regret every life choice that brought them into this game.

Controls are simple as hell and still manage to get sweaty. Arrows to move, then that one key to basically say “ok, let’s fuck.” The silly part is when you actually lock into another furry. It turns into this stupid mini battle where you mash left and right to keep the rhythm or break free, like a horny tug of war. Sometimes you’re the one pounding, sometimes you’re desperately trying to escape some overexcited wolf, or cat, or whatever the artist decided that day. I had one run where I tried to play serious, like a stealth route, avoiding everyone, and still got surprise-mounted from behind by a pink fox that just flew in from off screen. Whole chat on Twitch was yelling “NO BACKDOOR ACHIEVEMENT TODAY” and yeah, that went well. The funniest thing is that the game is about fucking all the furries but half the time you’re just running away with this dumb little panic in your chest like when your crush likes you back and suddenly it’s too real.

It’s messy in a really stupid way. Sometimes hitboxes feel off and I swear I was not even touching that leopard when he jumped me. The game will happily throw like four horny idiots at you at once and you’re mashing keys, trying not to get gangbanged by cartoon animals while your Spotify mix randomly switches to a Christmas song. I loved that and also hated every second. There’s this one moment I kept doing on purpose: I’d lure one overly thirsty character into another, then slip around and pounce the third one, so for a few seconds it looks like a furry traffic jam of asses. Could be skill, could be me getting distracted and smashing buttons, not sure. The humor is very “haha skunk is a sex pest” and it should be boring by now, except it just leans so hard into parody that it circles back into funny. It’s like a dirty version of those old slapstick cartoons, except here the chase ends with balls deep penetration instead of someone getting hit with a frying pan. And yeah, the art isn’t trying to be classy at all. Bodies everywhere, exaggerated bits, everyone horny like they just escaped from a Rule34 Discord. I kept meaning to stop after “one more round” but you blink and suddenly you’re trying to set a personal best for “fucked before getting fucked” like it’s some cursed holiday leaderboard.

Minerva really feels like that one toxic ex who suddenly shows up in your head when you’re trying to relax, except here she’s got magic, a cock, and zero interest in playing fair. The whole thing is built around that Fairy Tail moment with Erza and Kagura, but this time it’s like someone paused the anime, said “ok, what if this went completely off the rails,” and then just never stopped. You’re not getting some slow romance or teasing kisses. Minerva grabs the situation by the throat, literally and mentally, with Millianna as the fluffy-eared sacrifice in the middle of this mess. Her capture isn’t just story flavor, it’s the excuse for everything that happens next: hardcore bullying, psychological domination, and that shift into futa mode that feels more like she’s pulling a cursed weapon out of thin air than just “growing a dick.” It fits her, in a fucked up way. She looks at Millianna like a toy she rented, not a person, and the game actually leans into that instead of pretending it’s love.

Millianna is the soft spot in all this nastiness. Those ears, the tail, the way her body language switches from defiant to helpless once Minerva starts pushing her around. At first she’s trying to stay strong for Erza and Kagura, but once the magic cock shows up, that brave face cracks. She’s put in these positions that really show off her curves, her stockings slipping a little, hands forced behind her or pinned, and her eyes doing that half-ashamed, half-turned-on thing that always hits harder than pure blank lust. There’s a lot of focus on her pussy getting used, stretched, stuffed full by Minerva’s new “toy,” and it’s not gentle. You see her get pounded from angles that feel more like humiliation than intimacy, with her cute beast-girl aesthetic clashing against the brutal way she’s treated. It’s dirty in that proper hentai parody way, the kind where you know the original characters are completely ruined and that’s exactly the point. The whole lesbian tension that usually hangs around Erza’s crew gets twisted here into something darker, turned into Minerva’s playground instead of a sweet girl-on-girl moment. She taunts, she plays with Millianna’s reactions, sometimes slowing down just to watch that mix of pain and pleasure spread across her face. By the time she really starts ramming Millianna’s pussy like she owns it, the game has already made clear that this isn’t about happy endings. It’s about taking a familiar catgirl and breaking her on the floor, using that big magical cock until she’s nothing but sweat, tears, and a soaked hole that keeps clenching around Minerva whether she wants it or not. Erotic, mean, a bit too much in the best way.