How to improve your financial situation (18+)

I stepped over the threshold of the shelter, and happily dropped both weights to the floor.

"Phew, that was tough."

Walking a few kilometers with an extra load that was slightly less than my own weight, even with a pumped up body, was hard. It was a good thing I hadn't thought of taking three hundred kilogram shells after all. I might have been able to lift them, but I couldn't carry them to the shelter if I wanted to.

"I'm going to shower," it's been a hard day and I want to wash off all the dirt and fatigue.

"Good, then I'll make dinner."

The cool shower helped perk me up and I actually felt a little better. Donning a green colored robe I and came into the kitchen to the smell of delicious food.

"What's for dinner?"

"Boiled potatoes and chicken," the girl immediately placed a plate of labeled food on the table.

"What about you?"

The blonde mewled, giggling stupidly:

"I'll eat later... Yeah, later... I want to take a shower first too."

"Mm-hmm, okay," no longer paying attention to Harley, I pounced on the food. Is it a joke not to eat for almost a whole day? My body was definitely against this decision, expressing its protest by rumbling my stomach.

After finishing my meal, I quickly washed the dishes.

Strangely enough, my beloved was still in the shower.... It usually takes her less time, or so it seemed to me.

I walked to the door, catching the quiet sound of water pouring.

"Harley, are you okay."

"Wee! Ouch," something clearly fell on the tile. "It's all right! Don't worry, Mr. J."

"Okay."

I was in a new world, but right now I was too lazy to go over my assistant's notes again, which I'd already memorized by heart, thanks to a pretty good memory. My gaze fell on the set-top box connected to the TV.

"Let's see what the new world has to offer in terms of entertainment."

Conclusion: practically nothing. Of the fifteen beat'em up games I tried, none of them had any interesting gameplay or even a story. The graphics and animations weren't bad, but you can't make a game out of it.

*** Starts 18+***

After half an hour of literally killing time, I heard the bathroom door open.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement to my right.

"Harley, don't you have any RPGs or strategy games? Or fighting games of any kind? Those toys are just fucking lame."

"Woof!"

"What?"

Turning my head, I was confronted by a practically naked blonde woman standing on all fours, looking like a dog... Or a fox, since her ears were clearly fox ears, but the bagel tail hooked to the straps around her waist was a little confusing. A wide black collar encircled her thin neck, and her arms were covered with dark mittens up to her elbows... Mittens, because there were no separate fingers provided in this design. Her legs were protected by stockings of thick cloth.

" Woof!" Harley nudged a small bottle in my direction with her nose, standing on the floor in front of her. Taking it, I realized it was anal lubricant, if the name was to be believed.

"Good girl," I gently stroked her head, burrowing into her slightly damp post-shower hair.

" Woof, Woof!" the blonde cutie attempted a tail wag before pulling away and lying belly down on the bedside table, spreading her luscious buns.

"Hmm, now I see what you were doing in the shower for so long..."

" Woof," the girl turned around and looked at me judgmentally.

"All-in-all, I'll shut up."

"Woof!" she turned away, arching her nose.

There was a small tube on the end of the anal lubricant, which I gently inserted into Harley and squeezed the container slightly, squeezing the lube inside.

"Mh..."

"I think that's enough... Let's see how you stretch..." what was happening looked very disconcerting, but at the same time incredibly arousing.

My finger struggled to get inside, feeling pressure from all sides.

"Relax," with my free hand stroking the girl's back while my finger struggled to make lewd strokes.

"Oh..." puffs my favorite, but there's no progress.

After adding more lubricant the matter went easier and even managed to insert one more finger, but my successes ended there. The girl's pussy was oozing juices, signaling that she was enjoying herself, but there would be problems with continuing.

"Harley, you can't take my cock with all your might, I can't even get three fingers in."

"Woof!" my assistant pulled away and clumsily went on all fours toward the exit.

"Hey, where are you going? It's not like I'm chasing you outside!"

"Woof, Woof!" she looked at me like I was an idiot and moved on, a couple of seconds later the girl returned to the center room dragging a red bag in her teeth.

"Let's see what's in it."

I pulled out the contents, spreading everything out on the bedside table: anal plugs and beads of various calibers, several vibrators, a gag, extra lube, a plug that inflated with air, clothespins and at the very bottom lay a rubberized paddle shaped like a paddle.

"Paddle," I read the tag. "Original... I see that someone has made thorough preparations?"

" Woof!" the doggie nodded his head diligently, with eyes full of lust.

"Then lie down here," I patted my knees, sitting down on the couch.

She instantly climbed onto the couch and lay belly down on my lap, tucking her ass back.

Taking the smallest cork and inserting it inside the girl, now comes the paddle, I didn't realize I had such weird fetishes.

~Slap~

"Woof!"

~Slap~

"Ah!"

"Nah, it's better with my hand," I put the device aside and continue the old-fashioned way. "That's much better!"

Occasionally I would interrupt to just stroke and fondle the girl wherever I could reach, sometimes stimulating her pussy.

"How's that?" Such caresses paid off and Harley was able to cum, squeezing with her whole body.

"High... Oh, I mean: Woof!"

"Yeah, good girl. Now let's try something new."

We remove the cork and take the beads in our hands. Ball by ball, they disappear into the ass of the pillow moaning beauty. That's it, that's her limit... There are still two balls left, and I used the smallest beads available! Now we do the whole operation in reverse order, feeling with our knees how the girl trembles from the waves of pleasure. And now forward... When the balls were again inside my charming and perverted assistant, I had the urge to sharply pull them out, as if in place of Harley motorboat, but titanic efforts I restrained myself. After this I will definitely be killed, so we continue to leisurely develop the blonde's anal. By the end of our games we managed to shove in one more additional balloon, but the progress slowed down.

"That's it, Sunshine, we can call it a day.... Although if you want to have that type of sex with me quicker, you should wear a cork even during the day."

"Ouch..." she stood up, holding her ass with her 'paws'. "Naturally, I didn't buy so many of them for nothing."

She caught a glimpse of the bump on my robe.

"Oh, I completely forgot about you," Harley immediately knelt between my legs and pulled back the hem of my robe. "Yeah, I'm going to have to try hard to keep this monster from ripping me in half..."

My cock was held captive by her wet mouth. I placed my hands on her head, setting the amplitude, and relaxed back on the couch. The girl didn't limit herself to one time and, you could say, made me shoot off five times without taking the device out of my mouth.

"Mwah!" snapped back a satisfied Harley, sucking it all down without a trace. "I'm definitely not having dinner now!"

"Suit yourself... The couch is fucked..."

There was a big wet stain on the upholstery, dripping from my favorite.

"Shit, I should have put down oilcloth, I didn't think.... Sorry, Mr. J."

"Come on, it was super and I should say that more often.... Hmm, I'll have to get a tail that's worn inside..."

"There were no dog ones with cork, the only ones I liked were the fox ones that looked good, but I was afraid they wouldn't fit, and by the way, I was right."

"I see. I'll visit the showers again."

"Go ahead, I'll clean up in the meantime."

After a second water treatment, I was completely relaxed and headed straight to bed, saying goodnight to my assistant.

*** End 18+***

Have I mentioned that I wake up every morning with painful sensations? Well, today that tradition was broken and I woke up to an orgasm. Pulling aside the blanket, I came across a blonde head with ponytails. Phew, all I needed was a wet dream to make me happy. What's this? My gaze caught on the system's flashing sign:

[The First Beginning (physical body) +1]

What? Is this because I got a blow job in my dream? If that's the case, this would be the easiest and most enjoyable pump... Though it's unlikely... Considering that I have a real body and not a game body, the delay between doing exercises and increasing strength is not surprising. After all, by exercising, one ensures one's muscles are micro-injured, which, as they heal, make one stronger.

"Mr. J?" my musings were interrupted by a concerned voice.

"Good morning. I'm sorry, it was too nice and unexpected, and I just didn't know what to say..."

"And you don't need to say anything, since I've already gotten my reward," she licked her lips erotically.

"Ahem... That's all great, but do you mind if I study? Otherwise it turns out I bought the weights for nothing."

"Oops," the girl stood up, freeing my legs, and headed for the exit with an awkward gait. "Breakfast in forty minutes, don't be late!"

The warm-up and then strength training with weights had an effect: my muscles were aching from the load, adding to the discomfort, but now I knew I was making progress. So I silently continued to do the exercises. If I took into account the free points I'd gotten earlier, I had twenty-four more for my healing.

Breakfast is over, and we walk through the sewers again, but this time we cut across the surface, stopping at a clothing store. I choose my own outfit now and dress more normally, but keeping the general style of a Hound fan. Still, the green hair hides the same color cap, distorting the perception, plus goes the legend of not quite adequate fan (dyeing hair in green with the presence of the Joker in the city is not the smartest decision), the main thing that the makeup does not flow again. Then we have to remember to buy hair dye to expand the possibilities of disguise.

We got to the library by public transportation, because Harley was uncomfortable to walk because of the additional accessory, which she remembered to insert before leaving, and our yesterday's games were not in vain for the girl, so even sitting was not quite comfortable for her. Ivy should be thanked at the meeting, because it was only because of her extra reinforcement that my assistant was able to leave the house.

"Oh! There's a new installment of Strongman coming out soon!" exclaimed the harlequin as our bus passed one of the banners.

"Strongman?"

"You played that game yesterday."

"And you like it?"

"Well yeah, interesting story, tons of powers, cool gameplay, other games are total slag compared to it."

Really? Interesting company and cool gameplay? The same Battle Toads from my homeworld, even considering the graphics aren't the best, are beating Strongman on all fronts.

"I see, do you like any RPGs?"

"RPGs?" The girl interjected surprised.

"Well, role-playing games."

"I really liked the role-playing game last night," Harley replied, stroking my groin with a smile.

"Ahem, not here... I meant for the console."

"There's one of these for the console?! I'll have to get one! I think I saw a game store near the library, I should stop by there."

"You really haven't heard of it? It's when you're given one or more characters to control, each described by a set of numerical characteristics, a list of abilities and skills, like health points, strength, dexterity, intelligence, defense, evasion. And he performs all sorts of tasks to pump himself up, usually comes with an elaborate game world and an interesting story."

"A boardgame or something? There were geeks in college who played them, but I didn't really get into them, and I didn't have a lot of free time back then."

"Well... You could say board games, but for consoles, where you literally control the game character, actually fighting all sorts of monsters with weapons or magic."

"Hmm... If so, that would be interesting to look at."

As we disembarked from the bus we went straight to the game store and now I realized that this world was different from the old one, not only because of the presence of superheroes and supervillains, but also because of the poverty of the gaming industry. The entire assortment of the store was literally littered with beat'em up games, which were here for every taste and color. Not a single strategy or shooter...

"Hello, do you have any RPGs?"

A flicker of interest flashed in the salesman's eyes.

"Oh, I see a true connoisseur," the guy ducked somewhere under the counter and pulled out two disks. "Dungeons and Demons Part One and Part Two, based on the board game of the same name. I'll tell you right off the bat that the balance is a little off in the second part, but if you don't use glitches, it's a pretty good game."

"Can I try it?"

"It's installed on the showcase sample console, just don't delete my save, please."

"Okay."

I walked over to the device and after poking around the main menu, I found the game I wanted and launched it.

"Dungeons & Demons" reminded me of "The Elder Scrolls: Arena" in some ways: primitive gameplay relating to a true role-playing system, terrible graphics, monotonous locations...

"And that's interesting?" Asked Harley, who was watching all my manipulations with the game character.

"I thought it would be more interesting."

Turning off the game, I approached the guy behind the counter.

"Are there any other games like this? Maybe something newer?"

"No, you could say it was an experiment, and it completely failed, it's even surprising that a second part came out.... Will you take it?"

"I guess not. Bonnie, don't you want to get something for yourself?"

"Nah, better come back later for the new installment of The Strongman when it comes out."

At the words of my charming companion, the salesman completely lost interest in our couple and began leafing through the magazine he had been distracted from when we entered.

Next, our path lay to the library.

"Kind of disappointing... I didn't realize the gaming industry was in such decline," I voiced my thoughts after visiting the store.

"Why is it in decline? On the contrary, there are a lot of cool games coming out lately. Haven't you seen how cool the effects are now! Plus, a lot of them are made for smartphones, but because of the cut-down graphics, they're not too popular."

"I thought there would be some variety. For example, to take part in a race, to play as some character who storms a tower with a dragon, saving a princess; or to manage a whole state, maintaining the level of happiness of the inhabitants, yes banal three-in-a-row in some aspects is more interesting than what is presented in that store."

Harley walked thoughtfully beside me, holding onto my hand:

"Hmm, what you're describing would indeed be interesting to try out.... What's the three-in-a-row?"

"The game world is a grid and you have to place three identical elements in a row horizontally or vertically, once you do that they are destroyed and new ones appear in their place... Wait you really don't know?!"

"No," she shook her head negatively. "After the trauma, you get some interesting ideas in your head. It's almost like tic-tac-toe, only cooler."

"Okay. Let's go quickly to the library, we need to check something out!"

We had to walk at the same pace due to the extra accessory inside the girl, but my agony was soon over and we entered under the majestic (and that's not sarcasm) vaults of the temple of knowledge.

"Hey Babs!" From the threshold, my assistant said hello.

"Keep it down, please..." Barbara Gordon, wanting to restrain a noisy visitor, but noticing our couple blushed and averted her gaze. "Can we keep it down, please. And don't call me Babs."

"Come on, we're almost friends," whispered Harley waving it away.

"You're deluded. I still don't trust you or your boss."

"You were willing to sacrifice your ass just to keep JJ from revealing the truth about you, but my boss is too honorable now and is keeping your secret for nothing. So more trust... Besides, we kissed, which means we definitely can't be enemies."

"I guess you haven't heard of the Judas kiss?" the crimson-haired Barbara managed to tame her opponent.

"Oh you!" Harley clearly didn't like that comparison, so I hastened to intervene.

"Break. Honey, you go keep perusing the net books, and I've got something to discuss with our acquaintance."

"Okay, Mr. J. If you get lewd, make sure you call me, I want to watch." the girl, reserving the last word, walked awkwardly toward the proper sections of the library.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Since I decided not to touch you, my assistant had to take care of two."

After I said that, Batgirl glanced once more at the beautiful blonde, then looked down at my groin and blushed even more, almost matching the color of her hair.

"Nah, it's still too tight, so I've worked it in with my fingers and special beads, but specifically right now it's going so weird because of the cork to secure the result."

"Could you please not tell me about that," she mumbled, covering her flaming face with her hands.

"Ha-ha-ha, hardly. You get so cute when you're embarrassed."

"I'm being flirted with by the Joker.... This is a nightmare and I'm about to wake up..." Carrot, like a mantra, quietly repeated the last phrase.

"Hmm, talking out loud is a sign of mental abnormality."

"You're one to talk."

"Fair enough. Now, I have a favor to ask of you," the serious tone, without a hint of jocularity or vulgarity, helped the girl concentrate and come to her senses a bit.

"And what's that?"

"You have a smartphone, don't you? I need to check something. You don't even have to hand it to me if you're worried about safety."

I was looked at with suspicion, but with a sigh, my acquaintance still pulled the device out of her purse, placing it sideways on the middle of the table.

"What did you want to check?"

"Go to the phone game store and show me what's there," I continued in a firm voice, so the girl complied with my request.

"What's next?"

"Slowly leaf down the list."

Okay, Strongman, Strongman: The Last Battle, Strongman: Mortal Combat, and a lot of clone games copying the same mechanics. Although there were a few different games, they can be called classics: chess, Go, Tetris, and snake. There really wasn't much of a choice.

"I see... Maybe you've heard of the game three-in-a-row?"

The heroine thought for a moment, then shook her head negatively.

"Thank you, you've helped me a lot. Now I have one very lucrative proposition for you, will you listen?"

"Lay it out, but if it's something illegal, you don't even have to try."

"Just the opposite, just a second," I went to get a chair and sat down across from the girl. "As you've already noticed, Harley and I have decided to give up our criminal past and become heroes, but there's been a problem with funding our wants. We used to come in and get everything we needed, but we can't do that now. We need a source of income. Mobile game developers get paid for downloads, right?"

"Yes."

"Good, because I'm planning on making my own game. Look, we have a field in the form of a grid, on which in each cell will be different colored balls, the player's task is to manipulate these balls in such a way that coincide set by the game pattern combinations, for example, three balls of the same color vertically or horizontally, after meeting the conditions collected elements disappear. This is still a preliminary version, the mechanics of which can be patented. Then you can change the configuration of the field by adding different indestructible elements, add some bonus items that at once destroy several balls of the same color or all the balls next to each other within two cells."

"The idea is interesting and may well appeal to users, but what's it got to do with me?"

"You'll be considered the developer of the game, and we'll file the patent with you. Me or Harley are not suitable for that role because of our illegal status."

"Aren't you afraid I'll screw you over?"

"No, because you're a nice, sweet, and kind girl who's eager to help people, and who wouldn't screw over people on the path of correction like that."

"Okay. I agree ten percent."

"Uh... I was planning on offering twenty."

"That's fine with me," my companion smiled happily.

"Great. A deal?" I held out my hand to Mouse.

I was willing to give even more, right now Barbara was our only normal ally, unlikely to betray us. And the money would be a nice addition for her.

"A treaty," with a little apprehension, but my hand was shaken nonetheless.

"You can go over to Harley's for a kiss later," I couldn't help but tease the heroine. "Now, can you tell me where you have some programming books around here? I want to refresh my knowledge."

"Oh, that was bound to be messed up... Section 2B, third from the left."

"Thank you."

Satisfied with my life, I strode towards my goal. If my idea took off, Harley and I wouldn't need to think about an additional source of funding. After all, we could then try to recreate other games from my homeworld, involving Barbara, who was strong in programming from the comics, plus working together would bring us closer together.

I can't stop rejoicing at my increased intelligence: it took me only two hours to understand the basics of the new programming language, which was almost a full analog of C++, and the system didn't forget to mark my achievement:

[The Sixth Beginning (mind) +1]

When I was at the institute, we had computer science classes in which we wrote code for some primitive game as a final paper: tic-tac-toe, tetris, math problems, and the aforementioned three-in-a-row. Now all that's left is to punch the revised code into the computer and test it. Spending again...

"Mr. J, I'm hungry," I was distracted from my musings by Harley's voice.

"You have the money, so you can go get something to eat. I'm not hungry yet," I had to check the code one more time and go to Mouse to borrow a laptop, but I shouldn't buy a personal device yet. The game can be tested on someone else's hardware.

Instead of climbing out from behind the desk, the harlequin suddenly ducked under it and crawled over to me. I think I know what she's going to satisfy her hunger with, so checking will have to wait for now.

"How's the game creation going?" the redheaded beauty's voice brought me out of my state of nirvana.

"Ahem... Not bad. I've already written the framework, now I need to test it all out on the computer. Only I didn't bring mine with me..."

"Eh, I'll get it, we're kind of partners. By the way, where's the blonde?" from behind the wide countertop, Batgirl couldn't see Harley "eating lunch".

"Lunching."

"Good, the important thing is that she doesn't eat at these tables and books."

After a moment, the girl brought out her laptop.

"Here, give me the code."

"Just a second... Nh..."

A licking Harley crawled out from under the table.

"Hi there, I heeded your request and didn't eat at the table or at the books."

"You... You... Right there... What debauchery..." Barbara was out of breath, clutching the technician to her chest and shifting her gaze back and forth between me and my satisfied assistant.

"Come on, you didn't even see anything this time, but don't worry, I'll be sure to call you next time, we're friends after all."

"We are NOT friends. And I would ask you not to do that again."

"I can't promise anything, Mr. Jay's is so big and fat and tastes so..."

"Enough!"

"Huh, okay," Harley continued reading the book as if nothing had happened.

"Here's the code," I held out a scribbled piece of paper to the girl.

She took it carefully and ran her eyes over it quickly.

"Hmm, should work..."

The young heroine unfolded her laptop, setting it on the table, and began typing commands into the local analog of Unity, checking against my notes. Fifteen minutes later, she tilted the screen in my direction.

"Running?"

"Go."

The game worked from the first time and there were no critical bugs in it, now we need to patent it and release it on the market, but my Napoleonic plans were ruined by just a couple of phrases.

"The game turned out pretty good, and if you develop the concept, it will be hard to get away from it, but I looked up the information on patents and.... Registration takes three months to a year, costs a thousand dollars, plus another four thousand if we want to hold the patent for eleven years."

"Harley, how much money do we have left?"

"After I bought those toys, there's seven thousand left."

Personal computers and sports equipment would have to be forgotten for a while.

"It's bad, but you have to work ahead.... Tomorrow I'll bring you the money you need and you'll take care of the paperwork."

Gordon's daughter looked at my slumped shoulders and suddenly said:

"I have three thousand... It's kind of our joint project..."

"Stop," I interrupted the girl. "Don't. If we do run into financial difficulties, I'll be sure to tell you about it."

"Okay, I'll go and check on the application process then," picking up the computer Batgirl went to her caretaker's seat. I went back to studying the world around me, reading the newspaper.