Morty wakes up in some fucked up parallel universe where everything looks kind of familiar, but just wrong enough that you know the writers were horny first and logical second. You’re basically walking disaster Morty, trying to find a way back home while getting dragged into every kind of sexual mess the multiverse can cough up. One minute you’re arguing with a tentacled thing that technically counts as “alien biology”, next minute you’re balls-deep in a cosplay version of someone you absolutely recognize, pretending it’s not fanart gone too far. The game leans hard into parody, not subtle at all, just full-on “what if this character was naked and way too into you” energy. Half the fun is just waiting to see which familiar face turns up to humiliate you, seduce you, blackmail you, or all three in the same scene.

What actually surprised me is how often the choices matter in a small, petty way. Like, you pick the “coward” dialogue option in one early blowjob scene, and ten minutes later you’re getting teased for being a virgin pussy while someone uses your face like a chair. There’s a strong rhythm of “do something stupid, get rewarded with pussy anyway”, but the route you take changes the flavor a lot. Sometimes you are the pathetic Morty getting mind controlled into licking boots, sometimes you flip it and abuse a bit of leverage to push a milf into begging for your dick while you pretend you’re not into it. The game jumps from sleep sex to masturbation to lesbian side scenes, and half the time you just stumble into them while trying to act like a responsible protagonist. There’s group scenes that feel like someone took every wet dream from a subreddit and threw them into one room: twins riding you, another girl sucking your balls, someone in the back getting spanked, and if you blink you miss the footjob in the corner. They even go into pregnancy stuff and bukkake, and the game doesn’t stop to ask if you’re okay with it, it just goes “yeah, this is happening now”.

My favorite parts are the stupid little animated loops where barely anything happens. Like, the camera just stays on a slow titfuck while a character keeps talking shit, calling you a loser even as she’s painting your chest with milk. Or a scene where Morty is under some half-assed brainwashing and slowly realizes he’s jerking off on command, with a tentacle wrapped around his leg “just for stability” while an older woman watches and pretends it’s a science experiment. There’s a really nasty NTR edge in some routes, where you watch another guy pound a girl you were trying to romance, and the game rubs it in with close shots and sarcastic dialogue instead of dramatic music. Anal, oral, toys, multiple penetration, it’s all treated like regular Tuesday. Sometimes it’s clumsy, like a foot fetish bit that looks like it was added late and never tweaked, the angles feel wrong and the pacing is off, but it still kind of works because the whole thing already feels like a horny fan project that got out of hand. You jump from gentle teasing to hardcore bdsm spanking in two clicks, no build up, no “character arc”, just horny chaos guided by your half-bad decisions. The writing swings between actually funny sci-fi jokes and weird grammar, then back to sharp blackmail lines that hit harder than they should, and honestly, that messy tone fits the story of a kid thrown through universes where everyone seems more interested in his dick than his survival.

The hook here is simple and kinda dirty: your sister spoils you rotten for years, builds you up, then vanishes and throws you the keys to an apartment complex full of horny disasters who clearly never heard about boundaries. You pick if you play as a guy or a girl, but either way you’re the one everyone suddenly wants to impress, seduce, dominate, or milk like some perverted space-cow. It sounds like typical harem fantasy, and yeah, it is, but wrapped in this weird mix of romance and power play where one second you’re awkwardly trying to be a responsible landlord, and the next you’re elbow-deep in someone’s cleavage, trying not to think about how soft and warm and oh shit she’s pushing your head down further.

What I really liked is how the “pickup line” thing kind of sneaks up on you. The game doesn’t say “this is the flirting system” with big glowing text. You just start talking to tenants, and the dialogue branches suddenly care a lot about how bold or submissive you act. Pick a cheesy line with the shy lesbian tenant, and she blushes so hard you feel like a bully… then later she surprises you by pinning you to the wall and making you whimper. Try the same line on the confident femdom chick and she laughs like you’re a little toy and makes you prove you deserve to even look at her tits. I had one moment where I thought I was being smooth with a “romantic” reply, and the game answered with: “You say that while staring at her nipples.” That’s when I realized this thing is not interested in staying subtle.

The sex itself swings around a lot. You get soft, cuddly lesbian scenes where two girls just touch and kiss slowly, fingers exploring, hands on hips, careful teasing, and then out of nowhere someone pulls out toys that look like they belong in a sci-fi lab, presses them against swollen breasts and starts talking about how full she wants to feel. There’s a lot of focus on big tits, not just as decoration, but as actual gameplay focus: teasing, groping, titfucking, even milking. I spent way too long on one scene where I was just watching text describe how milk ran down her chest in thin lines and pooled around her nipples while you keep thrusting between them. It sounds stupid when I write it, but in the moment I was just scrolling like “yeah, go on, more detail, don’t stop here.” Then later in a different route the same body is treated totally different, more like a throne you kneel under while she uses your face or your cock without asking. Femdom fans will see the strings immediately. The domination swings between playful and actually kind of mean, especially if you lean into the “serve me” options. You get hand jobs that start as a reward and end as punishment, anal scenes that flip who’s in control mid-thrust, creampies that feel earned, not just “you came, congrats.” I wish the romance side was a bit stronger in some branches, but it also fits this messy tone where everyone is half in love, half horny, half lying to themselves. Yes, that’s three halves. Shut up.

The only thing that actually annoyed me is tiny: the way some lines repeat when you’re trying different approaches with the same girl, especially the landlord talk when all you want is to get back to the part where she threatens to sit on your face if you don’t answer correctly. It breaks the flow when you’ve already seen that text five times. But then suddenly you get a new variation of a scene where your character, male or female, gets dragged into a bed, toy pressed against them, and the tenant says something like “You’re in charge of this building, but I’m in charge of this body,” and my brain just forgets to be annoyed. There’s something funny about how often the game pretends to care about rent and cleaning schedules while the actual content is full-on groping in stairwells, panties pushed aside for quick vaginal fucks, tenants competing for your attention, and you trying to juggle being in control with being completely dominated. One route has you slowly building a kind of accidental harem, another route has you stuck under one woman’s heel, and in between you still toss out pickup lines like you’re on some cursed Tinder where everyone is horny and too honest. I kept thinking “this is too much” and then clicking the dirtiest option anyway.

Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

HornyCraft is one of those games that looks like a stupid dick joke at first glance and then suddenly you’ve spent half the evening making a milky sex farm in a world made of blocks. You play as this guy, Steve, classic cubic idiot with a pickaxe, stuck in a place where every cave and house and forest has something horny lurking in it. It keeps the basic survival and crafting backbone, but everything is twisted toward porn logic. You chop wood, smash some stone, craft a bed, then realize you’re not really building a base, you’re building a fuck hub where monster girls just wander in and turn your “storage room” into a breeding corner. I liked how the first time you meet a busty creeper girl it feels like a horror game for one second, she’s coming at you with those weird sounds, and then the animation kicks in and suddenly you’re watching this shaky blowjob scene with green slime dripping off her tits while you’re still trying to remember which hotkey opens inventory.

What sticks out for me, as someone who actually cares how BDSM and power stuff is shown, is that it’s messy but not totally brain dead. You get this mix of goofy parody and real kink. Like, you’re tying up a monster milf in a stone cellar you crafted yourself, torchlight flickering, and the scene plays with her trying to bargain, teasing you, and you choosing whether you fuck her mouth or make her drink her own milk from those massive tits. The game likes lactation a lot, sometimes too much, it will throw milk on screen like a busted faucet, and then just move on like nothing happened. One second you’re milking a futa spider girl you lured in with crafted web traps, handjob plus oral at the same time, very animated, all that twitchy leg motion, and right after that Steve is cutting trees again like some boring worker in a mobile idle game. It breaks the mood, but in a weird way it also works, because it feels like porn slapped on top of a grindy sandbox instead of pretending to be some deep story. Lesbian scenes pop up here and there too, like when two monster girls start going at each other in a small wooden shack you built for storage, and the game just lets you stand in the doorway and watch, or jump in, or shove one of them on her knees. Some of the horror bits try to be serious, dark caves, creepy moans, that kind of stuff, but you know it is all just foreplay to another blowjob animation or a stacked milf villager riding Steve on a crafting table like it is nothing special. I do wish the UI didn’t feel like a half-finished mobile port and that the text didn’t look like someone typed it in a hurry on WhatsApp, but whatever, the important part is that when a huge-titted zombie girl crawls out of a hole you accidentally mined into and pins Steve to a wall, the game actually lets the scene breathe, gives you a bit of control, a bit of roughness, and does not pretend it is vanilla. It is stupid, horny, and clumsy, but I kept remembering small things like the sound of milk dripping on wooden planks or the way a shy slime girl slowly wraps around Steve’s cock after you “help” her with a crafting ingredient, which tells me the dev understands at least one thing very well: people are here to get off, not to be impressed.

Starship discipline is completely fucked here, in the funniest, dirtiest way possible. You get handed the captain’s chair on the Cerritos, but it feels more like they dumped you in a floating frat house filled with horny degenerates in Starfleet colors. Everyone is used to Admiral Freeman looking the other way, so when you start trying to clean things up, the crew basically tells you to suck it. Half the time you’re walking down a corridor and some ensign has their uniform half open, covered in cum, trying to hide a hard-on or wiping drool off their lips after “checking the sonic shower.” The ship looks like Star Trek, but the mood is more like a super trashy porn parody where nobody remembered the part about “professional behavior.” And you are absolutely encouraged to abuse that.

The center of the chaos is Beckett Mariner, of course. She knows you can’t just throw the admiral’s daughter out an airlock, so she tests every limit she can. One moment she’s lounging in your chair with her boots on the console, tits almost spilling out of her uniform jacket, fake-innocent face and those stupid ahegao eyes when you finally snap and drag her into the ready room. The game really likes that shift from “smartass brat” to “corrupted little cumtoy,” especially when you start using blackmail. You catch her in compromising spots, collect dirty data, and then slowly push things from “get on your knees and swallow” to “bend over the tactical console, I want to see just how tight that ass is.” She resists in that playful way at first, talks back, but the art leans heavy into humiliation: tears in the corners of her eyes, tongue out, mascara a mess, expression halfway between hating you and begging you to creampie her again. The AI-style CG is weirdly perfect for this kind of parody, everything slightly exaggerated, breasts too big for regulation uniforms, cumshots overdramatic, but it fits the whole “cheap bootleg holodeck program” vibe. And it is animated, so you really sit there watching her get filled, milk leaking, mouth drooling, your choices affecting if she ends up more broken-in, covered in bukkake like a used toy, or still pretending she’s in control while she rides you and moans your rank.

What caught me off guard is how the game doesn’t just stop at “straight captain dominates bratty officer.” Lower deck kids and random crew open up way dirtier routes. You walk into the cargo bay and spot two male ensigns “wrestling,” cocks out, one already dripping. That can spiral into you forcing them to service you as punishment, lining them up and choosing who takes you in the ass, who licks your balls clean, who drinks the load. There is gay stuff that doesn’t feel like an afterthought, more like the ship is just completely horny and nobody cares about orientation anymore. Then there is the whole trap and futa angle, uniforms hiding surprise dicks, big tits paired with a throbbing cock that strains the Starfleet fabric. One minute you think you’re punishing a cute, shy communications officer, next moment she drops her pants and you’re staring at a hard shaft and a wet slit both, and the game just goes “yeah, use all of it.” You can force them to suck you, fuck them until their own cum sprays on the control panel, or take it yourself if you lean into being a greedy captain who wants every hole filled. There are scenes where you make an officer pump milk out of her huge tits right onto the floor while everyone watches, or you order a line of crew to kneel and finish them off one by one, covering faces and mouths until they look like someone set a bukkake filter over a still from Lower Decks. Then there are cheating bits, too: married officers getting reamed in your quarters, whispering that their partner doesn’t touch them like this, while you record everything for later blackmail. It’s unapologetically trashy, sometimes mean, and occasionally so over the top you just start laughing, but it keeps that Star Trek parody flavor through all the corruption, like a filthy holodeck program somebody forgot to lock with a command code.

Epifania looks like some luxury fashion week gone rotten in the sexiest way. Neon on wet concrete, everyone pretending to be high class while they’re literally lining up for a hole in the wall. You arrive as this nobody with big hunger and zero connections, just you and this building that looks like an abandoned outlet store someone forgot to bulldoze. Then that Devil Investor shows up, all smug and perfectly dressed, like the kind of client who sits front row at a fetish runway show and buys the entire collection with one bored click. She doesn’t ask if you want in. She just throws you the mission: turn this wreck into the most profitable and depraved brothel in the city. And suddenly you’re balancing spreadsheets and cumshots in the same breath, which, honestly, feels familiar to anyone who tried to run an Etsy store while doomscrolling Pornhub.

First thing that caught my designer brain: the girls are not copy-paste dolls. You start “training” them and it feels weirdly like fitting models for a very, very illegal lingerie line. You watch them change from shy little things clinging to basic underwear into total predators who know exactly how to use lace, heels, and a dripping mouth. Some are sweet mom-types with soft tummies and milk-heavy breasts, the kind you’d shoot for an expensive maternity fetish catalog. You push them into public booths where strangers use them like shared accessories. That whole gloryhole section? It’s like designing a collection where the face is irrelevant, only the silhouette of thighs and tits matters. I hated how it turned me on. I loved how it turned me on. It’s messy like that. One night I focused on a single “pure” girl, double-checking her stats on my phone between Instagram stories, trying to keep her first time special then casually booking her into a gangbang room right after because the numbers looked good. The game doesn’t guilt-trip you. It just quietly asks: more clients or more conscience? And you already know the answer, you capitalist slut.

The management part is sneaky. You think it’s just clicking upgrades, then you realize you’re planning who gets which kink like you’re coordinating outfits for a runway lineup: anal queen here, bondage star there, the tall milf with heavy lactation in the VIP lounge that smells like perfume and sweat. There’s this weird thrill watching your building go from dusty warehouse to multi-floor pleasure machine, with private rooms, voyeur windows, and that one office where you handle “contracts” with potential corporate partners who want their own harem branch. I kept pausing, thinking how I’d design actual lingerie sets for them: soft leather harnesses for the submissive accountant type, transparent body stocking for the market manipulator who ruins competitors while taking a footjob on her desk. At one point I was negotiating prices for public use sessions on one screen and sketching a crotchless bodysuit in Procreate on the other, and it all just blended. The game lets you push the girls into pregnancy deals like they’re limited edition drops, fill them up, send them back out, watch clients line up for that. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. I still wish the interface didn’t hide some details in tiny menus like some cheap fast-fashion site, but then I catch myself zooming in on a courtesan getting her ass filled and I forget what I was annoyed about. Anyway, the city doesn’t care. You start with nothing, you end with a building full of moaning, swollen, used bodies and a bank account that keeps climbing every time someone walks through your doors. It feels like running a fashion brand where the models never leave the show, they just keep getting fucked harder behind the curtain.

This one feels like someone grabbed a bunch of messed up fairy tales from an old Tumblr archive, poured too much horny into them, then stitched them together with tape and spite. You jump from one little “chapter” to another, each about a different princess or monster girl, and it never quite behaves the same way twice. Sometimes you’re clicking through choices like a horny gremlin, sometimes you’re stuck on one screen just staring at a princess in chains while deciding if you go full bastard or pretend to be a gentleman for three lines before ruining everything again. It has that cheap 2D CG look that somehow fits perfectly, like fanart that escaped from DeviantArt and learned how to talk dirty.

The Disney parody angle is not subtle at all. One moment you’re in a desert palace with a very not-licensed princess in transparent harem pants, the next you’re watching her milk drip through the fabric because some “blessing” of a magic artifact turned her into a walking cow fantasy. There’s actual choices around that too: keep her as a humiliated slave, drag her to the shop to buy toys and chains, or pretend to “free” her and then chain her to the bed anyway when she tries to run. When the genie shows up, he’s not doing three wishes, he’s doing “how much anal, how much oral, and which hole gets the creampie first.” It sounds crude but the writing has this weird emotional whiplash. You get moments where she spits insults, calls you a monster, you spank her until she does that stupid ahegao face, tongue out, drool, and then three clicks later she’s asking why you didn’t kiss her after you fucked her. Absolutely romantic. Totally normal.

Then there’s the monster girls and the more… questionable stuff. The game does not care about comfort zones. There is ***, humiliation, bestial stuff, that feeling of “oh shit, I should not be aroused by this, and yet here we are.” A lamia coils around your guy, squeezes until he can’t breathe, then uses him like a living dildo. A corrupted princess rides a centaur while you watch and jerk off like some pathetic court wizard who lost control of his own spell. At some point I spent like five minutes just trying to click the right option so I could see the lactation scene loop again, because the way her breasts bounce when the magic spell forces her to squirt on command is genuinely hot in this stupid, low-budget way. And then, in another branch, that same girl is surrounded by a group of guards, getting used one after another, cum dripping out of every hole, and she still has that princess pride in her face like she’s trying not to break while you decide if you go for a handjob ending or shove toys into her until she cracks.

What I like is how inconsistent it all feels, in a good way and also in a “who wrote this at 4 in the morning on Red Bull” way. Some scenes are pure male domination power trip, where you drag a chained girl by the collar, make her lick your boots, force oral until her eyes roll up. Then suddenly you hit a route where a demoness sits on your chest, slaps your face, makes you cum with just her feet and your own hand, and laughs at you for being her little toy. There is one bit I keep thinking about: that stupid little shop screen where you buy a cheap-looking vibrator, take it back to the dungeon, and the scene changes only by this tiny drawn toy in her hand, but the dialogue completely flips her personality. She goes from sobbing *** victim to desperate, horny mess begging you to push it deeper while your character mocks her for loving it. The game pretends to be a light parody, but some of these stories end like a punch in the gut, with the girl broken, collared, used by monsters and men, covered in cum, and you get this short line of text hinting that, in another path, she could have escaped with a girlfriend instead, living a quiet lesbian fantasy far from the palace. You will probably ignore that and reload for the anal gangbang anyway.

FSS Lamashtu feels like somebody mashed up a cold war naval thriller with a filthy space brothel and then forgot which part was supposed to be serious. You’re the freshly minted captain of this “experimental cruiser” that is absolutely not built for exploration, unless you count exploring how many holes your crew can take in a single patrol. Officially it’s the proud weapon of the Alliance, last hope in a long-ass war. Unofficially it’s your floating fuck-lab, staffed with officers who look like they came out of a horny AI art generator after you typed “war crime but sexy” too many times. The ship layout screen is almost a character by itself: bridge, medbay, cargo, those little tucked-away compartments you quickly learn are perfect for “private disciplinary sessions.” You jump between menus pretending to care about fleet orders, but the only thing you actually remember is which corridor you cornered that technician in when she kept “accidentally” brushing her giant tits against you.

The story likes to pretend it’s about geopolitics and rebellion, and sometimes it even tricks you. You’ll get this long briefing about the Neo-Terran strategic line, convoy raids, morale of the Alliance, all that stuff. Then two clicks later, you’re watching a proud enemy pilot on her knees, mascara running, mouth full of cum while she tries to spit out her rank and serial number. The tone whiplash is almost funny. There’s a certain charm in how the game refuses to pick a lane: you capture prisoners, you break them in slowly or just slam straight into collar-and-chain slavery, you’re supposed to feel the “moral weight” of it, but the next scene has them begging for anal like they read the script ahead of time. The AI CG does that exaggerated wetness thing, where every hole looks like you dumped a bucket of lube on it, and every creampie is this ridiculous white flood that should qualify as a bio-weapon. Sometimes the faces twist into that extreme, over-the-top ahegao that doesn’t even look human anymore, more like a melted idol poster, and it somehow fits this world where war propaganda and porn have fused into one genre.

What sticks in my mind most is how physical the ship starts to feel. You’re not just choosing sex options, you’re shaping routines. That science officer who starts with stiff posture and carefully zipped uniform? A few “private evaluations” in your quarters, and suddenly she’s walking around with visible bite marks on her neck, trying not to react when you casually grope her in front of others. There’s a scene in the hangar where two captured enemy girls are supposed to be processed for interrogation, and you can decide if that means basic questions or “group demonstration of Alliance hospitality.” The way their bodies are posed, covered in semen from multiple angles, has that bukkake ritual vibe, everyone participating because the war needs “unity.” You get toy usage too, not just as accessories but as tools of control: a vibrator left inside during a formal strategy meeting, the slow dawning horror on your new slave’s face when she realizes the remote is in your pocket while admirals talk about casualties. The game never really resolves whether you’re a genius commander or just a sex-obsessed tyrant who got lucky with experimental hardware. At some point there’s a tender-ish lesbian moment tucked awkwardly between brutal scenes, two crew girls comforting each other after a mission, fingers exploring, tongues slow and hesitant, and for once you’re not in the frame at all. It feels almost like the game forgot its own premise for a second, then remembers, throws you back into forced deepthroat in a dark interrogation room, and moves on like nothing happened.

This thing is messy in a way I kinda respect. You get tossed into this warped fantasy world where reality has given up, and apparently the local wildlife has tits, claws, and a very specific interest in human cock. The story talks in first person, so it feels like your horny inner monologue got kicked out of Earth and landed in a fever dream. One minute you’re getting smacked around in some turn based fight, the next minute you’ve got a monster girl pressed against a tree while you’re deciding if you want her whining from teasing, moaning around your dick, or riding you until she leaks cum everywhere. It flips from “oh no, danger” to “oh yes, fuck me harder” faster than my mood when Grindr crashes.

The whole thing is like running a very perverted HR department in hell. You manage your little crew, you juggle resources, you worry about who’s loyal, who’s useful in combat, and who’s just there because they let you grope them whenever you’re stressed. There’s romance, but it’s that fucked up sort, with girls who will absolutely let you creampie them behind a ruined shrine, then ask if you still like them when they’re pregnant with your half-cursed brat. Some scenes are soft and sweet, like slow oral where she’s shy and drooling, or gentle handjobs while she confesses feelings. Then five minutes later you’re shoving her face against a table, spanking her ass red while she tries to keep quiet and completely fails. The writing tries to be poetic sometimes, like it wants to win a prize, and then it goes straight into “her asshole clenched around me” without any shame at all. Honestly I love it. And also I rolled my eyes. Both things true.

Combat is that chill turn based style where you’re half reading the skills, half daydreaming about the next time some exhibitionist demoness gets pinned against a wall. Some fights actually matter and you’ll be min-maxing like a weirdo, other times you just mash buttons because you only care about seeing how much milk that busty priestess can spray when you pull her top down mid-dialogue. The game keeps throwing choices at you too: do you comfort her, or do you grab her tits; do you swear devotion, or fuck her raw in public while the shadows watch. Management and romance and adventure all tangled up in this slightly unhinged, emotional dude-brain that gets way too attached to monster girls he just met. I was reading on my phone in the bathroom, lost in some deep talk about devotion and despair, and two clicks later I had her swallowing my load and begging to carry my child. It should not work. It really should not. But here I am, remembering which route gave me anal, lactation, spanking, and a love confession in the same arc like it’s important info for my taxes.

It begins like it wants to be about family, but then it just… doesn’t behave. That first evening, when David stares too long at his coworker’s neckline, the game pretends it’s about choice, though every click exposes a new shade of self-deception. There’s something oddly literary about watching these people unravel: both of them pretending they’re still in control while the text just keeps baiting you with small, filthy possibilities that feel too intimate to resist. I remember getting stuck on a scene where Anna walks past the neighbor’s window wearing basically nothing, because she’s bored, or angry, or maybe trying to remember she’s desired. You don’t know. The narration doesn’t tell you. And that’s the best part - it’s dirty, but also confusing, like real jealousy. You’ll think you hate everyone in it, then suddenly feel sorry when someone moans at the wrong moment.

Sometimes it feels like reading a private diary someone left open on Steam by mistake. There’s a quiet, slow burn at first - teasing, staring, little violations that shouldn’t matter - but the pacing keeps tripping over its own guilt. The erotic bits come fast, almost abrupt, and the author doesn’t even try to clean them up. It’s clumsy in spots: a sloppy handjob described with too much sincerity, an argument that ends with spanking and shame instead of resolution. The whole cheating thread gives that sickly pleasure where you’re complicit but can’t stop. When pregnancy slips into the plot, it doesn’t feel planned - like the story just lost its way in the middle of the night and forgot what moral it was chasing. Someone on the dev’s Discord said it’s “romance with rot,” and that weirdly fits. You can tell it was written by a person who doesn’t trust love but still wants to taste it through someone else’s mess.

I think what kept me playing wasn’t the sex at all (though there’s milking - take that however you like), but the voyeuristic awkwardness. You’re watching a marriage decompose in slow motion and occasionally pressing “Continue” just to see if they’ll humiliate themselves even deeper. It’s ugly, honest, sometimes hot, sometimes exhausting. I closed the window and still caught myself thinking about Anna’s face when she realizes someone’s watching.