Can’t lie, I clicked expecting another copy-paste anime mashup with the usual stiff models and dead-eyed moans, but this one hits different. There’s a sadness under all that skin, like someone coded their fantasies too carefully, you know? I found myself staring at Raven’s face - Batman’s Raven - and thinking, “she shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” while still dragging her into position anyway. Unreal how fast guilt turns into hunger when the animation breathes just right. And maybe it’s because of the Illusion engine doing its sneaky physics thing, or maybe because the transitions are almost clumsy, like real people fumbling with clothes and patience. It’s messy, which makes it hot.

The scenes jump from universes without pretending to make sense. One second I’m in some broken-down Capsule Corp lab, Bulma smirking like she *planned* to get caught; next, Yoruichi’s toes press against my chest, laughing, telling me to look up. I did. Of course I did. The voyeur mode feels wrong in the best possible way - it doesn’t even give you fake morality options, just lets you watch. But then again, maybe that’s lazy design. Or genius. Hard to tell when your brain’s half-melted. The weird part? The sound mix changes depending on position, so D.Va sounds distant if she turns away. I swear no one ever gets audio that intimate, not even those overpriced VR patches on Steam.

Anyway, I could say it’s perfect, but I won’t. Some things twitch too mechanically - the faces sometimes freeze mid-expression, like they remember they’re code. Yet that’s also the charm. You see the seams, and you keep touching them. Like rubbing a wound for pleasure. Half the cast shouldn’t exist in the same space - Orihime beside Tifa beside Samus - but here they crowd my screen like they’ve been waiting forever. Maybe that’s why it works: it’s absurd, obscene, familiar, and somehow lonelier than expected. I closed the browser and immediately reopened it. Couldn’t help it.

The curvy Princess Peach found herself ensnared by a vile monster whose long tentacles writhed hungrily. Her clothes shredded, revealing every inch of her willing, vulnerable body to the alien hands. The slick tentacles burrowed inside her, splitting her pink passage as they thrust relentlessly. Press 'Next' and witness the depraved act of the tentacles fucking her tight asshole and wet pussy in perfect, cruel unison. Unable to resist, Peach gags on the tentacle shoved deep down her throat, the monster’s grip absolute and unrelenting. Her pristine openings bulge as the tentacles erupt inside her, flooding her with warm cum, making her moan uncontrollably. This parody of innocence turns filthy fast, with Princess Peach drenched in slime and trembling from the relentless assault. Her supple skin glistens with sweat and slime, every touch sending shivers through her as she submits. Keep clicking ‘Next’ and lose yourself in this dark fantasy where Princess Peach becomes the ultimate captive of the tentacle beast. Feel the twisted energy of this Nintendo-inspired tentacle horror, where Princess Peach’s innocence is shattered beneath layers of dripping slime and hot, pulsing flesh.

Princess Peach in this thing is not the cute little damsel people remember from old school cartridge days. She wakes up basically drenched in yesterday’s fun, still with dried cum on her tits and belly, and the “oh no Mario is gone” energy is way more “shit, I need my dick back” than heroic quest. The whole game feels like somebody mashed an old Nintendo arcade with the kind of filthy hentai you’re not supposed to admit you watch, then said, yeah, Peach is a complete slut now, deal with it. You’re hopping through rooms of the castle, but every few screens you’re not really thinking about coins or enemies, you’re thinking “ok, who is she going to blow next and how hard is the cumshot going to hit her face this time.” It’s still that Mushroom Kingdom vibe, sort of, just with Peach dropping to her knees faster than a goomba gets flattened. Seeing her with her crown on, mascara a little messy, lips shiny with spit while she’s deepthroating some random troop that’s supposed to be Bowser’s guard is weirdly hot and kind of stupid in the best way.

The “levels” are basically excuses to set up more sex, and that’s not a complaint at all, except when it is. You press the same couple of keys to jump or dodge and then suddenly you’re locked into a blowjob loop where timing the strokes actually matters for how fast the guy explodes on her face. One mistake and you’re watching Peach choking and gagging, blonde hair stuck to her cheeks with semen, like she’s done this a thousand times, which she kinda has, lore-wise. I liked that there’s this one moment where she sneaks past a fire trap only to “accidentally” land on a cock waiting behind a column, like, girl, really, you didn’t see that? It made me laugh and jerk off at the same time, which is a cursed combo. But the game also loves to stall you with tiny annoying bits, like one segment where the platforming feels off by half a pixel and you just keep falling, losing the mood, until the next scene of her hungrily sucking off a chain chomp reskins your brain again. The parody is all over the place, like they misremembered half of Super Mario Bros and didn’t care, but that actually makes it hotter somehow, because it’s less respectful and more “fuck this childhood memory, Peach is a cock-hungry mess now and she’ll use sex as her only weapon until she gets her plumber back, if she even wants him after all that.”

This thing is basically fanfic with a dick, but it pretends to be a “game”. You pick between a couple of very familiar faces, like a certain pink little royal who keeps losing her kingdom, or the blue fox girl that every furry forum on Reddit has argued about for ten years. They’re all already horny, already ready, nobody is shy for more than two clicks. Consent here is weird: the game treats it like a checkbox that was ticked before you even opened the page. The girls are moaning and begging from the first loop, eyes wet, hips pushing back, so on the surface it looks like “enthusiastic consent”, but in reality they don’t have any agency. They are stuck in a loop that you run, like a Spotify playlist that only has “get fucked harder” on repeat. As an ethics nerd that also likes horny shit, that mix sits funny in my brain. The game is hot, sure, but it also turns consent into background noise, like the wallpaper you stop seeing.

Mechanically it’s dead simple. You click the shiny blue hex things and the scene jumps forward, more cock, more spit, more holes. No puzzles, no choices, no way for a girl to say “no” or even “not right now, my ass hurts”. You just move from “teasing” to “face getting smashed against something” in three taps. The anal scenes are just there, like of course you are going to stuff her ass, why would you even ask. It treats every hole as public property the moment you load the character. For some people that’s the fantasy, for me it raises a flag in the back of my head. These are based on characters that in their original games have their own story, their own small personality. Here, that gets stripped out and turned into pure fuck toy. The fox girl especially gets this wild animalistic vibe, tail up, tongue out, like a porn parody of a porn parody. It is hot and lazy at the same time. I kept thinking how easy it would have been to add literally one line where she decides she wants it, instead of existing only to be pounded like a flesh-shaped input field.

There’s this small detail that stuck with me: the way their faces lock into that “permanent ahegao but still aware” look. Eyes rolled, but they track the camera. Mouth open, drool, but they are somehow still delivering clear voice lines about how they need more. It is a small thing, but it shows exactly how the game sees them. Not as people, not even as fully fictional women with inner life, just as machines that react correctly when you press the right button. If you care about consent in virtual spaces, this is… complicated. On one side, no real person is hurt, no actress is pushed past her limits, it is all pixels. On the other side, we train our brains with what we consume. If every click makes a character beg for more even when her body is being twisted in ways that would snap a real spine, you stop noticing the dissonance. I kept toggling between being turned on and mentally drafting a lecture about informed consent in AI-driven characters. Then I clicked the next blue hex anyway. So yeah, horny trash with familiar faces, fun in the moment, ethically messy as hell, and it does not give a single fuck about that.