I didn’t expect to laugh this much while, you know, also being wildly turned on. *Furry Bang Town* sounds like some cheap meme bait, but halfway through the first date scene with that smug wolf barista (he keeps pretending he’s bored while his tail literally wags), I realized this game knows exactly what it’s doing. There’s this weird mix of parody and genuine horniness - it flirts with irony but still goes all in when things get wet. The humor hits that awkward space where you don’t know if you’re supposed to cringe or moan. And the writing? Kind of broken in places, but in a way that feels like someone poured their kinks into Google Translate and said, “good enough.” It works. Too well maybe.

I keep thinking about Judy - not the movie one, but the version here who’s somehow both a cop and a futa stripper on weekends. Her route wrecked me; she teases like she’s reading your mind, then there’s this beach scene where she just drops the uniform and starts talking about “justice” while grinding against your thigh. It’s ridiculous. I almost closed the tab, but the sound design pulled me back - heavy breathing layered with seagulls and waves, absurdly effective. Then suddenly, boom, Pokémon crossover out of nowhere. A Lucario bartender offering “protein shots.” I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was already clicking through dialogue faster than I’d like to admit.

The public use scenes are messy in every sense - crowded cafe bathrooms, fur everywhere, people pretending not to watch. It’s filthy, kind of funny, and weirdly intimate. I hated that it made me feel something beyond just arousal. Also, the ending just stops mid-sentence, like the dev gave up or came too early. Still, I can’t stop thinking about that line where the pony character whispers, “You smell like story.” What does that even mean? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. I’m probably overthinking it, but whatever - this game got under my skin in ways it really shouldn’t have.

I don’t know who came up with the idea to mash Makima, Zelda, and Tsunade into the same world, but whoever it was probably spilled beer on their keyboard halfway through writing the script - and that’s what makes *D20 Magic Dice* feel alive. It’s messy, horny, strangely sentimental at times, like watching late-night anime reruns after a breakup. You’re talking to this dice thing (yeah, an actual dice), and before you even realize it, it’s making your thoughts real. Not just the good ones. I rolled a 3 once and ended up in some half-lit tavern where Widowmaker was arm wrestling Rumi for no reason while Zelda flirted with the bartender. I think I lost track of the main plot two minutes in, but it didn’t matter. The game doesn’t care either, it just keeps throwing beautiful chaos in your lap, all soft skin and heavy breathing mixed with dumb jokes about mana points.

What I liked most is how it doesn’t pretend to be clever. The dialogue’s sometimes broken, and the pacing jumps like old VHS tape - one second you’re teasing Ada Wong, next second Tsunade’s lecturing you about responsibility while sitting on your lap. There’s some strange comfort in that inconsistency. I did wish there were more sound options though; moans hit too loud compared to everything else, made me lower volume quick before neighbors got curious. And yet, when Makima whispers in that weirdly calm tone, you kinda forgive every bug. Maybe nostalgia blinds me - I grew up on janky flash hentai crossovers, and this feels like one resurrected from 2009. The dice mechanic almost feels secondary to the conversations, which twist between sincere and absurd so fast it makes you laugh mid-erection.

Sometimes I forget which universe I’m even in - Naruto? Overwatch? Who cares. The worlds blur, the clothes vanish, and someone says something about destiny while you’re trying not to roll another damn six. Three words? Chaotic, filthy, affectionate. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Mila and her guy look like that couple you see on Instagram, all fake smiles and “date night” posts, but when you actually get inside their story here you feel how dead the fire is. Sex life on life support, zero spark, just routine. And instead of fixing anything normal way, she basically opens the darkest tabs in her own brain and lets them run wild. It starts slow, like harmless flirting in her head, and pretty fast you realize “ok, this girl’s kink folder is mostly anal, control, and being treated like a pretty little toy.” Not gonna lie, the game is kinda honest about how ugly and hot that can be at the same time. One moment she’s shy and guilty, next moment she’s spread, gagged, and calling some stranger “sir” while her boyfriend is literally the least relevant person in the room.

What I like is that it really leans into those three paths instead of pretending everything is one-size-fits-all. NTR stuff here is not soft. There is humiliation, there is that sick twist in your stomach when she looks her man in the eyes after getting wrecked by someone else and you can tell she likes him helpless. One scene had her bent over a couch, ass up, while she’s on voice call with her boyfriend, acting all innocent, and the guy behind her is just ramming her ass and whispering in her ear to talk sweeter. That kind of scummy detail is what sold it for me. The “loyal” route is like a weird lab experiment. Same girl, same obsession with anal toys, but everything is “our dirty secret” with her boyfriend. She still pushes herself into extreme stuff, begging for bigger toys, double penetration, getting off on the pain and loss of control, but the emotional flavor changes. Less betrayal, more “I’m your filthy slut and only yours.” Still, sometimes it feels tamer emotionally, even when she’s got three things inside her and can barely speak. NTS, the “sharing” route, kinda sits between the two. She gets passed around, used by groups, gangbang scenes, collars, knees on the floor, ass used first like it’s standard policy, but she keeps looking back at her man like “see what you did to me.” Some people will call it wholesome. Those people are lying.

AI generated art gives everything this slightly unreal, hentai fever-dream look. Faces too pretty, asses too perfect, tears on cheeks while she’s clearly enjoying it way too much. Sometimes the characters change a bit between scenes and it’s a little janky, like a porn multiverse where everyone looks 5 percent different every time, but honestly it also makes the corruption feel weirder, like reality is bending with her kinks. There’s a ton of group scenes where she’s the center of attention and not in a gentle way. Picture her pinned down, a hand around her throat, another spreading her cheeks, one guy in her ass, another waiting, everybody talking about her like she’s a toy on sale, not a person. Or she’s ordered to lick herself clean after they ruin her, and you get that mix of shame and need on her face. Choices actually matter a bit more than I expected: small dialogue options turn a teasing moment into full-on domination, or keep her in that “I shouldn’t be doing this” zone instead of complete mindbreak. I do wish there was one route where she just takes charge and flips the script, but no, this game clearly decided her ass belongs to everyone except her, and honestly, for what it’s trying to be, that stubborn focus kind of works. Just don’t come here expecting romance. It’s about a bored girl finding out that getting used, especially from behind, is exactly what wakes her up, and then watching her run way past the line where she said she’d stop.

Evil mage steals a rival’s body, grabs his fancy tower and all the arcane toys inside, then immediately gets cockblocked by three clueless apprentices banging on the front gate. That’s basically the setup, but the game leans hard into the fun side of being the bastard in charge. You’re not some shy virgin hero; you’re a smug asshole already sitting on the throne, trying to corrupt three walking disasters in robes and cleavage. One’s a big titty muscle girl who looks like she could bench the castle walls and your face at the same time, one’s a blonde with that “I read one spellbook and now I think I know everything” energy, and one’s a quieter brunette who you just know is hiding some kinky brainrot under that polite smile. All three of them worship the guy whose body you stole, so the whole thing is you pretending to be him while slowly twisting their faith, their morals, and yeah, their legs.

The writing doesn’t waste time on “oh no, is this wrong?” stuff. It dives straight into teasing, power games, and that nice slow burn where you keep pushing boundaries until suddenly you’re using magic to pin a knight girl against a stone wall and she’s moaning your stolen name like a prayer. One scene had me laughing because you’re in this grand hall, supposed to act like the wise archmage, and instead you’re trying not to stare at the blonde’s tits bouncing while she lectures you about “responsible magic usage”. Bro, she’s scolding the evil mage with a stolen body and doesn’t notice a thing. Peak comedy. Then five clicks later she’s kneeling between your legs, talking about “serving the realm” with a straight face while your cock is basically her new holy relic. That shift is where the game shines: choices look simple on screen, but suddenly they branch into “soft corruption” or straight “shut up and obey, whore” territory, depending how much of a bastard you feel like being that click.

What I liked most is how it keeps the domination fantasy playful instead of just screaming edge all the time. You can be cruel, yeah, but the humor keeps peeking through, like the demon girl who pops in acting like tech support from hell, giving you tips on how to break minds and backs in the same evening. There’s even a scene with an armored knight chick, all righteous and shiny, getting used as a toy in the tower dungeon, the kind of “I’ll never yield” speech while she’s literally riding you raw. Interracial stuff pops up without making a big fuss about it; it’s just part of the world, like “oh yeah, here’s a demon with purple skin and hips wide enough to block a doorway, obviously she wants to help you corrupt the apprentices”. Not everything is perfect; sometimes a line lands a bit cringe, like something you’d see in a horny Reddit thread, and a few transitions feel like the writer clicked “fast forward to sex” in their own brain. But then you get a moment where the muscle girl casually lifts you a little while kissing you against those old castle stones, and your evil mage is thrown off his own dominance for a second, and it feels weirdly hot and funny at once. You go from serious fantasy castle vibes to “haha, ripped spell mommy” in one scene. It’s messy, horny, sometimes clumsy, but that’s exactly why it works here.