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.

Game feels like someone put Mass Effect on a tiny phone screen, stripped out all the self-serious drama, and said “okay, now everyone just wants to fuck the aliens”. And honestly, it kind of works. You’re the captain on a small ship, nothing fancy, and your entire “save the human race” thing keeps getting derailed because the crew has huge tits, weird skin colors, tentacle hair, and zero sense of personal space. One moment you’re checking the galaxy map, next moment Liara lookalike has you pinned to the chair, blowing you while you try to pretend you’re still talking tactics. The vibe is chill though. There’s this lo-fi-ish background loop on some screens, almost like those YouTube “beats to smash blue alien girl to” playlists. I had it running on my phone during commute and almost forgot I was playing porn game until the first animated titfuck popped up and I had to angle the screen like a criminal.

The parody stuff is obvious if you ever touched Mass Effect. There’s the quarian-style girl in her suit, there’s the blue asari-type with psychic bullshit, plus some proper monster girl nonsense. They lean hard into big tits, like gravity is illegal. One scene with the quarian clone hit me more than it should: you’re checking her suit systems, supposedly fixing a problem, and the dialogue just slowly turns horny until your hand “accidentally” slides over her chest. The game doesn’t even pretend it’s a misunderstanding. She shivers, you push it, and next thing you’re groping her through the suit while she tries to keep her voice steady on comms. After that, when she finally opens her helmet for oral, they actually did a nice detail with her being shy and still going full throat anyway. I liked that she spits on your cock once, looks annoyed at herself for losing control, then just gives up and jams it back in. There’s also group sex scenes later where the blue girl and the quarian basically fight over who gets the creampie, and at one point they just settle on multiple penetration with tentacle toys because the captain can’t be in three holes at the same time. Basic math.

What surprised me: the sandbox bits aren’t just fake. There are simple battles and missions, yeah, but you really are jogging around the ship, poking at rooms, talking to girls in different moods. One time I failed a tiny combat encounter, and the punishment was basically a delayed H-scene where the alien monster pins the captain, uses him like a toy, and the crew finds him later half naked and exhausted. It felt more funny than dark, kind of like “okay, you sucked at combat, now you suck dick”. The cheat menu is there, just hiding like a dirty secret, and I 100% abused it to unlock a group scene where two aliens share your cock, one riding you raw while the other sits on your face, and when you finally cum, it splashes over blue skin and they argue about who deserved the load. I like the animated loops, even if sometimes the timing is a bit weird and the thrust speed doesn’t match the sound. That bothered me way more than it should and I kept staring at it instead of the actual pussy. Still, between the casual little RPG elements, space map, groping options, and all the alien sex, it somehow feels like a horny fan’s fever dream that escaped from someone’s phone and became a real game. It’s messy, but in a nice “yeah, I made this in my room while listening to chill beats” kind of way.

Clara is basically what happens if some bootleg Lara Croft got drunk on porn logic and cursed artifacts, then decided pants are optional from now on. She’s got the tight top, huge tits that look like they’re one dodge-roll away from falling out, and that slightly smug “I’m smarter than this whole dungeon” face… right until the first horny ghost, tentacled monster or leather-obsessed cultist grabs her by the hips and the whole adventure turns into a sex reel. The ring she’s looking for feels like an excuse; the real treasure is how many ways the game finds to humiliate, worship, break or spoil her body while she still tries to act like a serious explorer. I love that mix. She’s climbing ancient ruins one second, and the next she’s on her knees, drool on her chin, cheeks tear-streaked while some paranormal futa thing is stuffing her throat and asshole at the same time. There’s this weird charm in watching a badass heroine that clearly masturbates in her tent, pretending she’s not into it, then completely losing control when someone actually grabs her ass and pins her down.

The whole thing plays like someone mashed a horny Tomb Raider parody with a turn based hentai RPG, then added too many fetishes and just said “fuck it, keep all of them”. You poke through crumbling corridors, flip some switches, solve puzzles that make you feel a tiny bit smart, then get ambushed by monsters that want way more than your HP. I liked how half the “game over” scenes feel more like “game reward” scenes. Lose a fight? Ok, here’s Clara on her back, ankles hooked behind her head, getting used like a toy by a group of masked cultists, one in her mouth, one grinding between her tits, somebody else stretching her pussy open until her belly bulges. Sometimes it’s male dom, sometimes she flips it and tramples a guy’s face with her dirty boots, makes him lick the sweat off her feet while she lazily fingers herself and pisses on his chest, like “this is what you wanted, right?” and you’re just nodding in front of the screen. There’s also that nasty, wet kind of voyeurism where the camera lingers from weird angles, like through a crack in the wall while she rubs herself in secret, or from the point of view of some demon watching her take a quick, desperate pee behind a ruined statue, only for a tentacle to slide up between her thighs. One route you get sweet-ish lesbian teasing and slow groping, another you end up strapped in some BDSM contraption getting filled from every side, double or even triple penetration, toys buzzing inside her while a harsh mistress tugs her hair and slaps her tits until they’re red. It’s messy, sometimes brutal with graphic violence right next to messy oral and rough anal, but there’s this twisted fantasy logic to it that made my artist brain spin: Clara on a stone altar, covered in runes and cum; Clara riding a monster like a mount while jerking off another with her feet; Clara crying and laughing at the same time because she finally got the ring, but she had to fuck half the paranormal world to earn it. I opened the game thinking “ok, silly porn parody”, and now my Pinterest is full of half-finished sketches of her getting railed in dusty tombs.

I didn’t expect a game about running Leblanc again to make me feel this weird mix of nostalgia and filthy excitement, but here we are. You’re back behind that tiny counter, coffee grinder humming like it’s pretending not to hear the moans from upstairs. The girls drift in one by one - older now, sharper around the edges - and there’s something so painfully intimate in how they talk to you, like every conversation could end in an argument or a kiss. The writing isn’t afraid of silence either; some dialogues just sit there, uncomfortable, until someone says something foolish and suddenly clothes start coming off. It’s both tender and obscene. I kinda hate that I love it.

The management part doesn’t even pretend to be realistic. You wipe tables, brew coffee, flirt, rinse, repeat - but then out of nowhere she’s leaning over the counter and whispering something that makes your hand slip on the mug handle. That small animation? Pure evil. Like it knows exactly what kind of attention you’re giving the screen. The sandbox structure helps though; it gives you space to do nothing, which somehow makes the sexy moments hit harder. There’s this little sound effect when affection goes up, a soft chime, and I swear it’s addictive like a dopamine drip. I wish the CG scenes weren’t locked behind such arbitrary stat checks, but maybe that’s part of the charm: earning indulgence through tedium. Or maybe I’m just rationalizing my own thirst.

There’s one night where everything slows down - no hints, no grinding, just her voice low and rough, saying things that almost sound like apologies. That single scene made the whole thing click for me. The lewdness stops being just porn and turns into something strangely personal, almost pathetic in its honesty. I don’t know if that was on purpose, probably not, but it worked. Play it like you’d sip cold coffee after closing time - half bitter, half sweet, all wrong. Don’t rush anything. Let it wreck your pacing.