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.

Degenerate University feels like someone took every horny Discord server joke about college and just said “ok, but what if that was literally the plot.” You’re dropped into this campus where everyone is way too hot and way too willing, and the whole thing kind of runs on this quiet rule that every problem can be solved if somebody gets bent over something. It’s a Ren’Py visual novel, so you’re reading a lot, clicking through dialogue, picking choices, but the real hook is how fast it goes from “hey, we’re classmates” to “ok, whose throat is getting used first.” One minute you’re trying to remember people’s names, next minute you’re staring at a futa RA pressing some shy dude into the bed and telling him he’ll only pass if he keeps his ass relaxed. It never really pretends to be classy. This game loves traps and futas like it’s their final semester before the world ends. Everywhere you go, there’s some smug girl with a cock, or a “boy” who definitely has something extra hidden under that skirt, and the script just leans into it, no slow burn, no fade to black, just “oh, you’re curious? good, open wide.”

The nice thing is that it doesn’t treat futa or traps like a side joke, they’re basically the main social class of the campus, and you’re kind of just tossed in the middle as everyone decides where to put you. There are scenes where you’re the one doing the fucking, really going in, feeling like this big top energy, pinning a futa down and pounding her pussy while she grips the sheets and groans that she’s supposed to be in charge. Then the game turns around in the next route and makes you kneel while the same girl laughs and slides her cock into your mouth, nice and slow, tells you to look up at her while you try not to choke. The switches between futa on male, male on futa, futa on female, futa on futa, it doesn’t try to be “fair,” it just chases whatever pervy setup fits the character. Some of the best scenes are actually pretty small, like getting dragged to a study group and realizing “study group” means getting your ass shared between two traps who bet on how many times they can make you cum before you pass out. Or that one anal scene in the locker room where you think you’re hooking up with a normal girl, and then you feel something hard pressing at your back door and the dialogue just casually drops that she’s been hiding a cock the whole semester. I liked that the game doesn’t always ask for permission in a traditional way, it’s more like “you’re already here, you already said yes by walking through the door,” which is hot and also kind of terrible in the best hentai logic way.

There’s this weird thing where some routes pretend you have any power at all, like you’re flirting, getting them on their knees, fucking their mouth, slapping their face a little, making them beg for your cum, and you think “ok, I’m built different, I’m the predator here.” Then two scenes later a completely different futa just grabs you by the collar, pushes you against a vending machine, and stuffs your ass full while you claw at the metal and try not to scream loud enough for the whole dorm to hear. I swear I spent half the game thinking “yeah, I’m in control, I choose the path,” and the other half getting bullied by girls with cocks who treat me like campus property. The oral scenes stand out too, especially when they do that thing where the character talks while they’re buried in your throat, like mocking you for gagging, telling you to breathe through your nose or they’ll keep your head down longer. If you’re into femdom, the professors are the real monsters here, they don’t even pretend you’re equal. There’s a futa teacher who tells you flat out that passing the course means taking her cock in both holes in the same night, and if you mess up she’ll invite a friend. And I’m still mildly annoyed at how tiny the text font got in one of the longer sex scenes, I had to lean in way too close to my monitor and it made the whole thing oddly intimate in a stupid way, like I was spying. Anyway, the game moves between vaginal, anal, and oral like it’s changing tracks on Spotify, barely slowing down, and half the fun is that you never know if the next “innocent” character is going to end up under you or balls-deep inside you. It’s messy, horny, sometimes really dumb, and the campus rules might as well just be written in cum stains on the dorm walls.

You start as this absolute bottom-of-the-barrel guy, the kind of dude who probably smells like cheap instant coffee and porn tab history, and then suddenly an ancient demon just pops into your life like it’s a Discord ping. No contract, no “I’ll take your soul,” nothing serious. He just wants to watch you stumble through a world full of horny women, bad decisions, and way too many chances to stick your dick where it really, really shouldn’t go. The vibe is half dumb comedy, half “oh shit, she’s actually letting me do that?” and it swings between them so fast you don’t even notice when you’re laughing at a joke while your mouse is already hovering over the next choice that leads to someone moaning your name.

What I really liked is how the game plays with your expectations. You think “ok, generic loser turned sex magnet, I know this story,” and then the demon just keeps trolling you. One scene he’s hyping you up to seduce a girl, next scene he’s basically calling you an idiot while still helping you get your dick wet. I had this moment with one of the girls where it started like a soft romance thing, kinda sweet, almost wholesome, then the dialog took a weird turn, and a few clicks later I was balls deep in her on the floor, with the demon dropping sarcastic comments in the background like some perverted Twitch chat. It’s not subtle at all, and that’s somehow the charm. Sex hits fast, positions change quick, clothes vanish like they’re allergic to screen time, and the whole thing feels like someone mashed horny fanfic and shitpost humor together after a long day.

Not everything works, and that’s fine, it actually makes it feel more human. Some jokes land flat as fuck, like they were written while scrolling Twitter and never reread. There’s this tiny UI thing with how some choices sit a bit crooked on the textbox, and for some reason that annoyed me way more than it should. I kept staring at it, like “why is that word shifted a pixel?” while a girl is literally riding the MC and moaning in the background. One scene fades a bit too fast right before the cumshot and it pissed me off way more than the demon did. Porn brain wants to see the finish, not a quick fade like a shy YouTuber cutting a video. But then the next route throws you into another crazy situation, the MC still being a horny idiot, the demon still poking fun, and suddenly you’re watching tits bounce again and kinda forget what you were complaining about in the first place. The whole thing feels like a trashy, horny night where you promised yourself “just one more scene” and somehow you’re still clicking, half for the sex, half to see how much stupider and hornier this loser’s life can get.

You check in at this weird, fucked up hotel thinking it’s just another quick jerk break between Discord messages and a half-finished ranked match in Valorant, and then it hits you: everyone here is hot, half-creepy, half-adorable, and technically dead. Not rotting dead, more like “came out of a lab, upgraded with big tits and attitude” dead. They call it relaxation, but it’s basically a cum economy. Your load is the wallet. Every handjob, every messy blowjob, every time you pump some zombie babe’s pussy, the counter goes up and more doors unlock. It sounds dumb when you explain it, but suddenly you’re actually thinking shit like “ok, I need 6 more loads to reach that room with the smug goth girl that looks like Wednesday had a way dirtier phase.”

What sinks the hook in is how familiar a lot of the girls feel, without the game screaming it in your face. One moment there’s a clumsy, brainy girl in an orange sweater who drops to her knees faster than my Wi‑Fi when I open Twitch, and the next you’re staring at a green-haired psychic that basically radiates “I could throw you through the wall, but I’d rather pin you to the bed and milk you dry.” A blonde in blue spandex leaning on the balcony rail like she owns the place, a tomboy with short hair and headphones who’s way too into teasing slow strokes with her hand, a shy chick with glasses who deepthroats like she’s trying to study your DNA. The game doesn’t pretend to be subtle. It just throws familiar faces at you, puts a price on them, and says: pay in cum.

The loop is stupid simple, which honestly works when you’re half-awake after scrolling porn on Xvideos and going “ok, one more thing before sleep.” New day, new girl at the hotel desk or waiting in some shady corridor, each with their own number slapped on like a cheap mobile game microtransaction. Only here, you’re grinding with your dick. Do a few rounds with an early girl, blow your load, watch the counter climb. Hit that goal, suddenly a door you kept clicking before finally opens and there’s a smug zombie redhead licking her lips, asking for “payment.” Sometimes you just sit there staring at the screen because the animation hits that perfect angle and you forget you were supposed to stop after one nut and go back to Netflix. Controls aren’t special, some things repeat a bit too much, and the sound can be slightly off, but then a girl looks up at you mid-blowjob with those big, glossy, undead eyes and you’re like, yeah, ok, fine, one more round.