Misty always looked a bit too innocent on my old Game Boy screen, and this thing takes that memory, rips it open, and fucks right through it. Here she’s still the redhead gym girl with the smug little attitude, but the story pretends there are “secret water training techniques” that totally just mean she has to pay for losing a battle with her body. No bullshit, the whole setup is basically: you lost, you either hand over your Pokémon or you spread your legs and take what’s coming. Guess which one the game cares about. It starts almost soft, with her trying to act all proud and stubborn, small tits pushed out, shorts hanging tight on her hips, promising she won’t back down. Then the camera cuts closer, you see her eyes shake when the guy pulls out this stupidly big cock that clearly doesn’t fit anywhere, and it suddenly feels like every “kid-safe” memory of the anime just got dragged into a dirty back alley behind some cheap internet café.

What got me was how they play with her expression when the actual penetration starts. There is this one moment, when he pushes into her pussy for the first time, and she’s half biting her lip, half trying not to cry out. Not fake hentai moaning, but that messy mix of “this hurts” and “I’m so fucking turned on and I hate that I am”. Fingers working her first, sliding between her legs, opening her up, while she keeps glancing at her pokéball like she’s hoping it will just magically save her. It doesn’t. You get these close-ups of his fingers glistening, then suddenly he rams into her and her whole body arches, her small chest bouncing in this almost awkward way that somehow feels more real than big anime balloons. At one point he flips her for anal and she tries to crawl away on her hands and knees, and he just grabs her hips and pulls her back onto him. That first push into her ass is brutal, her mouth wide open, no sound for a second, then that broken little gasp. I swear I paused there once, not because it was too much, but because I wanted to see every tiny muscle in her face trying to decide if this is shame or pleasure.

And yeah, it gets nastier. He uses her like a training tool. Quick thrusts, slow thrusts, pulls out to smack his cock on her flushed little pussy lips, then shoves it back in, while she’s begging him not to cum inside, which of course he absolutely does. Cum dripping out of her, then another round, then he goes for the face. The final facial is just straight up filthy: thick white mess all over her cheeks, nose, even caught in her eyelashes, while she pants and blinks like she can’t see shit. A bit of it lands on her hair too, that bright orange-red now streaked with semen, and she just looks wrecked. Not broken, not “I’m secretly loving it” in some goofy anime way, more like “I’ll remember this fight every time I hold a pokéball.” It’s rough, it’s horny, it doesn’t pretend to be romantic or fair. Just Misty pushed into a corner and fucked from every angle until her pride, and pretty much everything else, is dripping.

Ash walking into Misty’s place for this “Pokemon Go party” already feels like some bad idea you know is gonna turn into really filthy fun. It’s that kind of game where the plot is basically a horny excuse, but it actually leans into it in a funny way instead of pretending to be deep. Misty shows up as this grown, stacked redhead version of herself, huge tits stuffed into a top that clearly lost the fight against gravity a long time ago, and Ash is just standing there, trying to act normal while obviously staring at her chest. The whole “we haven’t seen each other in years” thing is used just enough to give them that weird tension, like childhood friends suddenly realizing, oh shit, we’d totally fuck now. There are some dumb jokes about catching “rare mons” around the house, her teasing him that he came for the Pokemon but is staring at the “two biggest ones in the room” and stuff like that, and it actually made me grin like an idiot once or twice. It’s not high art, but it doesn’t pretend to be. It’s like watching a dirty parody on your phone when you should be checking email on Gmail instead. Your brain turns off, your dick wakes up, everyone has a role.

The actual action kicks off when Misty basically flips the whole party tone. She starts “explaining” a game, tapping on her phone, then slowly guiding Ash to sit on the couch next to her. There’s this moment where she leans forward to “show him something on the screen” and her tits almost fall right out, and you can choose if Ash tries to play it cool or just stares. Both paths end in the same place anyway, with her catching him. She laughs, climbs into his lap, and that’s where the porn side really hits. The sex scenes are old-school hentai parody energy: big tits bouncing hard, Ash way out of his league, Misty riding him like she’s trying to break his stamina stat. There’s a lot of focus on her chest, the way her boobs slap against him while she grinds, those loud over-the-top hentai moans, and her trashy lines about how he “finally caught something worth evolving.” At one point she’s jerking him off while pretending to “throw pokeballs” and I swear I had to pause because I was laughing and horny at the same time, which is confusing in the best way. It’s all very straightforward, nothing crazy like weird fetishes, just classic loud, wet, cartoon sex with a redheaded Misty who clearly knows she’s the main prize. Honestly I kinda wanted a darker, more cruel twist near the end, like her making fun of him after he finishes or turning it into some messed up game he can’t win, but the game stays in this playful, horny zone and never really goes mean. It’s fine. Just makes the sad endings freak in me a bit grumpy, in a stupid way I’ll complain about and still replay anyway.

This thing is basically “what if that hot gym leader with the ponytail actually fucked like she looks.” It throws you right into her little fire dungeon and just says: here, figure it out, enjoy her mouth along the way. No slow intro, no fake “trainer journey” story, just straight fanservice that knows exactly why you clicked. If you like that bossy redhead vibe where she pretends to be tough and then suddenly she is on her knees choking on a huge dick, this hits that fantasy like a truck. You tap around, get your angles, watch her work that blowjob with this lazy, confident attitude, like she’s done this about a thousand times already and is kind of proud of it. When the camera shifts and that cock looks almost comically big against her face, it stops feeling like a parody and more like you’re watching some totally cursed doujin come to life. In a good way. Mostly.

The structure is simple: a handful of scenes, connected by those pink arrows at the bottom, and each one is just her in another “ok now shit is getting more fucked up” position. At first I was just switching scenes like a TikTok addict, then I forced myself to actually watch the animations breathe a bit. There’s this moment where she pulls back, strings of spit and precum hanging, eyes a little glassy, and there’s that tiny half-smirk like she’s both annoyed and turned on. That detail caught me way more than the big group pile later. Honestly, the so-called “group sex” is probably the weakest part for me, because it goes from teasing pacing to “here’s a bunch of bodies and a flood of cum, figure it out.” You lose some focus on her, and she’s the main reason to be here. Also the click areas sometimes feel stubborn, like you have to hit the exact pixel or nothing happens, which broke my rhythm right in the middle of a good stroke once and I’m still low-key grumpy about that. The cumshots, though, are ridiculous in that fun way: one second she looks cocky, the next her whole face is painted white and you can barely see her eye color. It’s messy, it’s over the top, and yeah, I replayed that part more than I want to admit.

What surprised me a bit is how they let her still look like herself even when she has a dick. A lot of futa stuff turns the girl into some generic meat puppet, but here it still feels like that same fiery gym chick, just with a monster cock strapped to her model and a “fine, I’ll fuck you too” attitude. There’s a shot where she’s holding her own shaft, thumb rubbing near the tip while someone else is working her down below, and it’s actually kind of intimate in a trashy way, like she’s testing how far she can go with her own fantasies. It’s messy and not “clean porn game design” at all; some transitions are sudden, like you click the arrow and whoops, now everyone is covered in spunk, no build-up. But that chaos is also exactly the charm. It feels like a horny fan who really loves this character slammed all their favorite porn tropes into a single little fire-themed playground and didn’t care about polishing anything as long as the dick stays huge, the blowjob looks greedy, and there’s enough cum flying around to make your browser fan spin. If you ever looked at that redhead gym leader and thought “yeah, she’d bully my cock and then let me ruin her hair,” this plays out that fantasy in the most blunt, stupid, and honestly pretty hot way possible.

First thing, this is not a game I’d leave open if my kid might walk into the room. It looks like some silly little browser thing at first, kind of cheap, kind of rough, like those old Flash things from high school computer class, and then you click once and suddenly you’re watching a redheaded gym girl from that monster catching show getting her brain melted by a smug yellow freak. The whole idea hangs on that hypnotic swirl he pops, and the screen focuses on her eyes going all glassy, lips parting, that tiny delay where she’s still fighting it. I was honestly a bit surprised how slow they make that first “fall” into hypnosis. I expected two clicks and she is naked, but they drag it, show her breathing changing, little twitch in her fingers, the kind of stuff you only notice if you stare too long. And you will stare too long. I even paused the game at one point and went to check my WhatsApp because I started to feel weird that I’m watching a mind control cartoon of a character I remember yelling about losing badges, like, what am I doing with my life here.

Anyway, once she is under, the whole tone flips. That stupid Hypno stops being a joke mascot and becomes this complete creep who knows exactly what he wants. There is a moment where he makes her drop to her knees, but not with force, more like a suggestion, and the camera angle just happens to follow her mouth. You barely click anything there, mostly you just choose how far you want to push her and how much control she still pretends to have. One little choice and she’s giving lazy, half-resisting oral, another and she goes full on eager, eyes still a little unfocused, drool on her chin. The sound is weirdly strong in this one. When she gags, there is this wet, too-real noise that I actually turned my speakers down for. And I’m using cheap Logitech speakers, not even good ones. On the phone, with my Bluetooth earbuds, it felt even more in my head, like she was whispering those hypnotic “yes, master” lines inside my skull. I hated that. I replayed it three times.

The part that really messed with me is when they let you bring another body into the scene. It’s not some big story build-up, it just sort of appears in the menu, like “hey, want a second toy around?” and suddenly you’ve got two redheads tangled up, one still half fighting the hypnosis, the other already gone, skin pressed together, hands anywhere. You start bouncing between them, choosing who takes the cock, who licks, who watches, and the game tracks where you left off like a horny little Excel sheet in the background. It’s ridiculous, childish, and then you hit that one moment where both girls are focusing on Hypno’s eyes at once, and for a second the game nails that feeling of total surrender that is honestly a bit scary. As a parent, I look at it and think, this is exactly the fantasy I don’t want a teen to learn first: silence the girl’s mind and then do whatever. As a horny adult, I’m sitting here clicking through every filthy option like an idiot, checking which line of dialogue triggers when he snaps his fingers mid thrust and her whole body goes tight. If you really want the most out of it, don’t rush. Let the hypnosis scenes run, leave the text on screen for a couple seconds longer than you think you need, watch the tiny facial changes when he orders her to “open wider” and then swap between the two girls during the threesome instead of finishing fast. This one rewards you for being a patient pervert, which is maybe the worst compliment I can give it and also the most accurate.

This thing is basically your browser turning into a filthy crossover fanfic, but with pictures doing all the talking. It feels like someone grabbed your “strong female character” folder from Pinterest, mixed it with that secret hentai stash buried inside a mega.nz link you pretend you don’t remember, and just went “ok, now they all fuck each other and nobody wears anything practical anymore.” You jump between panels with those simple Next / Previous buttons and it sounds boring on paper, but it actually works, because every click is like “ok, what the hell are they doing to her now?” One moment Bayonetta is towering over everyone like a smug witch goddess with those long legs right in your face, next moment Motoko looks like she got caught in some crazy Section 9 black-site but instead of interrogation she’s on her knees with a gagball in her mouth, eyes half-lidded, wires and leather everywhere. It has that feeling of “I grew up with these characters and now I definitely should not be seeing them like this, but I absolutely want more.”

The lesbian energy is insane here, like zero pretense, nothing soft-focus or shy. You get the redhead dom with a strapon pushing a brunette with big tits against what looks like some metal lab table, treating her like a proper fucktoy, and the reactions are so dirty you can pretty much hear the moaning in your head. At one point there’s a panel where Cammy is pinned down, thighs spread, her face all flushed, while Chun-Li is basically sitting on her chest, thick legs framing the whole shot, and it’s that kind of “I lost the match and now I’m the toy” vibe. There is anal play too, not just a quick “oh look, a dildo” but focused stuff, a big toy stretching a helpless girl open while the dom leans in close to her ear, teasing, mocking her, making her blush even harder. And the feet thing, holy shit, whoever drew the giant mistress sequence really likes feet. You get this massive woman with absurdly huge soles, girls made tiny, practically worshipping her toes, licking, hugging her foot like it’s a wall, smudged lipstick on skin. It sounds stupid when you describe it but when you see a tiny Jasmine crushed gently beneath a heel, you kind of get it in a very horny, very wrong way.

What I liked is how it quietly escalates. At first it’s just two girls, soft touches, kissing, tits pressed together, that normal hentai foreplay. A page later someone is already collared, drooling around a gagball while another girl slides a strapon into her, and from the angle you can see every little curve of the toy disappearing inside. And then without a smooth transition at all you’re suddenly watching this amazon-sized mistress using one girl’s face as a seat while another licks her feet like it’s sacred duty, and the comic doesn’t even slow down to explain why she’s a giant now. It just goes “you’re into femdom, right? ok, have this, plus size upgrade.” Some panels are a bit messy, like you have to squint to figure out whose leg belongs to who, and a couple of faces slip into that goofy expression territory that looks more meme than erotic, but then you hit this one shot of Motoko chained with arms above her head, body arched, nipples pulled by clamps, eyes wet, and it just nails that perfect cyberpunk slave look. The whole thing feels like browsing a horny DeviantArt folder after searching “Bayonetta x Chun Li x Jasmine bondage” at 4% brain power, except here it’s all in one continuous, nasty, lesbian-heavy story that keeps going further than you expect, panel after panel, click after click.

This thing is basically someone looking at old-school Pokémon, staring at Misty a bit too long, and then deciding, “Ok, but what if all pretense just vanish and we go full porn brain?” You boot it up and there she is, that classic short-haired redhead trainer look, already in a stance that is not made for battling anything except your patience. The whole setup is super simple on purpose: it is just you, Misty, and her monster partner who clearly skipped leg day and invested all points into cock stat. No story about gyms or badges, no walking through grass, just jump straight to the part Rule 34 promised years ago.

What actually surprised me is how much time I spent just messing with her face and accessories. There is that silly moment where you are in full horny mode, hand on mouse, dick in other hand, and somehow you suddenly care way too much about if she has the side ponytail or the regular one. You start swapping her expressions, trying to match them with what is going on. Little smirk while the monster cock is just sliding in? Or wide-eyed “oh fuck” face when it goes deeper than anything safe? I kept flicking between these for like ten minutes, which is not how normal people masturbate, but whatever. You can toss on some different accessories, tweak her look a bit, and you end up with this weird pseudo roleplay where she is still Misty, but not really the Misty from your Game Boy days. Or exactly her. Depends how cursed your memories are.

The actual sex part is dumb in that good way. They do not pretend it is romantic or slow. It is straight up “trainer meets monster, trainer gets railed, loop continues until you are done”. The scale of the monster cock is honestly ridiculous, like someone dragged the slider all the way to “this would kill a human” and said “perfect”. Half the fun is just watching her body react, that mix of porn logic and cartoon physics, like she is going to snap in half but then she just moans harder. People who grew up secretly crushing on her in the anime will probably feel a tiny bit called out. There is one tiny thing that annoyed me though: when you change an accessory and the expression resets in a way that kills the mood for a second. It is minor, but it broke my rhythm more than once and I am still kind of salty about it for no real reason. Anyway, this is not deep, it is not clever, it does not try to be anything except “fuck Misty with an absurd monster cock while you tweak her face like a horny character creator”, and honestly, that is exactly the mess it should be.

You ever had one of those dreams where all your favorite anime girls somehow end up in the same damn room and nobody’s pretending to be shy? That’s the vibe here. It’s like someone cracked open every universe - Dragon Ball, My Hero, Fate, Pokémon, even some old-school Darkstalkers stuff - and said, “Yeah, let’s see what happens if we make this horny.” You start off like the usual male protagonist who’s probably too average for his own good, but then the story flips, and suddenly you’re face to face (or more like face between thighs) with women who look like they could crush you or bless you, sometimes both. Artoria looks divine, like she’s judging your soul while riding you. Cammy doesn’t ask, she just pins you. Lusamine’s smile is all wrong in the right way. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, and it knows exactly what it is - fantasy without apology.

There’s something about the way scenes shift that feels like tarot cards flipping. One moment, The Lovers - soft light, skin, slow rhythm, the sound of breath. Next card, The Tower - power play, domination, a queen’s boot on your chest. It’s all written in that language between pleasure and humiliation. I liked how it didn’t care for “moral arcs.” Nemuri Kayama whispering filth while she toys with you like she’s grading your stamina. Android 18 smirking, asking if you really thought you could keep up. You can’t. But you still try, and that’s kind of the point. Even the “romance” parts hit weirdly tender, like you accidentally caught feelings for a goddess who’s only half real.

I noticed some things that annoyed me - like the transitions, they just happen. No warning, no rhythm. But then again, maybe that’s what keeps it hot. It’s a fever dream stitched from too many fantasies, half memory, half instinct. The kind of game you tell yourself you’ll play for five minutes, then you’re sweating, reading every line like a prayer you don’t want answered. Nothing about it feels clean. That’s the charm. It’s lust pretending to be destiny. Or maybe the other way around.