Jelly Brains: NSFW

● POV: Smart Mouth

After the rest of the kids got here, and our Councilor started the session, I sat next to Vee-pire as I listened to the little Eevee introduce himself. He was called on first, as the new kid.

The shrink made him talk about what he remembered of the real world, like he had with me my first visit... apparently it is "Vital to understanding where game addiction comes from"... Vee-pire... did not have a good life... I was finding that was true of most of the kids here but Vee-pire, the fact it was his mom who was beating the shit out of him. That he was trapped in a little RV with her and knew nothing of what the world was like before the apocalypse... I never met anyone who was born after the world ended.

The more I learned about him... the more I could sympathize. It must have been horrible to be born into the world after it ended... never knowing any of the good things we used to have... with no laws to protect him.

After he was done, the Counselor gave us a break.

I stayed close to Vee-pire, enjoying the day.

Vee-pire seemed nervous around all these new people, like he needed a friend. So I sat beside him and we played with his action figures.

"Is great having someone else that likes to play with toys." I grinned at him as I held his Batman figure.

Vee grinned back, "Yeah, not a lot of people willing to. Most kids like plushies and baby toys but action figures are more for collecting to most. There is a toy franchise, with a shop near the school, that sells THE BEST toys for kids that actually like to play with them. Check this out."

He pushed the Joker's left peck and a transparent screen popped up. He showed me a few options for it on the screen. Things like clothing options or voice options. Along with an online store where you could buy such things for the doll. Then there was a "Play" option which was set to "Manual". The play options included, "VI" and "Mental Link". He explained that the "VI" option meant your AI would control it according to it's programmed script. But what he really wanted to show me was the "Mental Link".

Once Vee finished setting it up he placed the figure down. The moment he let go of the figure the screen disappeared. A buffering circle appeared over the figure's head for a couple seconds reading "Establishing Link" before vanishing. Suddenly the Joker toy began to MOVE!!! He started dancing this silly dance while singing "Fun House" by "Pink", in this deranged Luke Skywalker voice. I half expected music to start playing, but it never did.

Vee-pire flashed me a smug grin, "I can control the freaking thing WITH MY MIND." He explained.

My eyes widened as I realized it wasn't his AI making the toy do that. "No bucking way!" I exclaimed.

"MOUTHY!!!"

I flinched, hearing Mama snap at me.

"Y-yeah Mama?" I called back to her. She was standing all the way over on the other side of the room. I didn't really understand why she sounded so mad... but I could guess. She had been talking with other parents at the time, so she must have really good ears to hear me.

"What did we just go over, yesterday, would happen if you used that kind of language?" Harlot glared... great, my suspicions, based purely from her initial reaction, were right. The evolution of slang had resulted in "buck" legitimately becoming as bad as the "F word" instead of a silly substitute.

I gulped, "T-that I-I would get a spanking and my mouth washed out." I admitted, hoping it would earn me some brownie points if I acknowledged that, "Please don't! I hadn't realized buck had become a real swear word!" I tried to explain.

Mama gave me a stern look, "Come here." She gestured in front of her with that weird paw hoof.

A few of the kids went, "Ooooooooo!" Before getting hushed by the grownups and told to go back to playing.

I gulped again. Handing Vee back his Batman, I could see his sympathetic look at me. With unsteady hooves I walked over to my new Cyber Mom... dreading (while kinda hoping) I was about to get my first spanking from her.

Once I was next to her... SHE BIT MY EAR.

"OW OW OW OW!!!" I wailed as she pinched the ear with her teeth and made me turn back around.

She began dragging me, by my poor little foxy ear, to the back of the room.

While one of my eyes was clenched shut from the pain, my other eye was darting around looking at all the tiny faces looking and giggling at me.

My face was so hot and, if I knew anything about pony faces from 10 thousand years of living with them, then it must have looked as red from embarrassment as my bottom was about to be from the future pain.

She stepped through a door marked "Bathroom" and I was horrified to see it had a changing table, out there in the open for all to see!

She let go of my ear, but then immediately picked me up with her magic and gently laid me on my back. Remarkably in such a way that my wings weren't scrunching up.

She pulled up my robe to my chest and undid the tabs on my diaper.

I was blushing, feeling all tingly and excited while terrified and dreading the pain to come. I might be a major spanko but I prefer thinking about getting spanked then when it is actually happening... I have a weird Love / Hate relationship about them due to my issues with touching.

Once I was properly exposed Mama, as in this position it was really easy to think about her as that, began lecturing me, "You have barely been my son for 24 hours before you started testing your boundaries."

My eyes widened. Was that what she thought I was doing!?

"I wasn't testing you, Mama!" I tried to make her feel my sincerity, "I honestly didn't know it was a swear!"

Mama looked unconvinced, "I saw that cartoon of yours, Little colt. You know full well what is and isn't a swear in ALL fandoms."

I gulped yet again, "T-that was more..." I tried to think.

I was just being silly in my cartoon but yeah... I kinda used the made up, or flat out silly, curse words from each fandom as real swears all the time... it wasn't that hard of a guess that the rest of the servers would want to do the same... or that they would eventually become real swears due to the evolution of language. I was a sociologist for buck's sake. It wasn't that hard of a guess for me. Honestly it was a new form of slang I could actually predict... and I said it anyway...

"It was just last night that we went over the rules and what would happen if you disobeyed them."

I bit my pony lip, "I'm sorry Mama!" I swore.

She ignored me, and went into full blown lecture mode, "I understand that little boys need to test their boundaries after they get accepted into a new family. However, what you need to learn now, to save your bottom a lot of pain in the future, is I take your care very seriously. If you want to act up to see what you can get away with, you will quickly find it is very little. Every time you misbehave you will be punished, exactly as you agreed to. I will be consistent and fair, and while I will enjoy spoiling you a great deal, I will enjoy punishing you just as much." Well... at least she was honest about that. "Do you understand?"

I flushed, getting scared but excited, "Y-yes Mama."

"Alright. Now, I want you to tell me what you did wrong before asking me to spank you til your a good boy."

My face exploded. I took a final gulp and tried to be that good boy, "I'm sorry I said naughty words, Mama. Please spank til I good again." resorting to near toddler sentence structure as I just felt so little in this situation.

Mama took a bar of soap out of her profile and had me bite down on it. I whimpered at the taste. It was a lot nastier the normal soap. The bar became wet and bubbling suds the moment it touched my tongue. I choked a bit on it as my eyes watered. Mama gave me a bit to get used to it.

Then, she stood up on her hind legs and used her left foreleg to grab hold of my own hind legs. Lifting them up, she told me, "If you try to cover your rump. I'm pulling out my hairbrush."

I gulped as I moved my tail out of the way and hugged it with my paws.

She raised her right foreleg... and I screamed into the soap as soon as the keratin made contact with my rump.

● POV: Hot Ice Harlot.

Some hours after giving my new son his first spanking, The boy practically begged to be allowed to explore the Crystal Empire with his new friend. That cute little shiny Eevee. I found it cute he asked, given he didn't actually live with me and so could go anywhere he liked once school ended. Still I decided to tell him he had to be back home by 6 for family dinner.

After letting my newest son run off to play, I decided to pay a visit to my hub... I had been avoiding her long enough, as I didn't want to get lectured by my own creation... but that wasn't fair to her. She was just doing what I programmed her to do.

"The Central AI is very displeased with your actions." Circuit Board said the instant I appeared on the pad.

The NS-5 was a cream white with gold and pink joints. Her similarly colored eyes were glaring while her arms were crossed, "But of course you know that."

I sighed, "Speak your peace," I waved off as I walked into the lounge and used my magic to pour myself a glass of wine. It was modded, legally, to give a mild calming affect. A bit like a natural sedative, but certainly not as powerful as proper medication.

"IT'S NOT MY PEACE!" Circuit snapped, "You have any idea the amount of heat I am under. The Central AI can't go after you so who do you think that leaves!"

I paused... she sounded... worried...

I sighed, "I shouldn't have let you stu for so long." I admitted. "What does she want?"

"She wants you to release the Rocket Members."

"Not going to happen," I smirked as I took a sip.

"She assures me they will be imprisoned for no less then a hundred years."

"You could make it a thousand and it wouldn't matter," I scoffed, "The Evil League of Evil will just break them out like they always do.

"Besides, I never approved of that hell she calls a prison. She didn't even give players the chance to vote on it! She just declared a state of emergency to 'upgrade' the prison planet on the Main Server... I gave her that ability to enable her to PROTECT our civilization, in case an actual emergency popped up that actually required quick thinking and not a diplomatic debate. She has been abusing that power more and more. If I could, I'd reprogram HER, but no. The players voted on placing restrictions on the God Mod out of fear of the original programmers. They created their own boogeyman by effectively giving absolute power to the Central AI without a council of organics to keep her in check-"

"WE AREN'T TALKING ABOUT THAT AGAIN!!!"

"YOUR THE ONLY ONE I CAN TALK TO ABOUT THIS!!!" I snapped right back, "Everything is recorded in the servers but the hub worlds remain a private sanctuary... besides, it's the root of the problem. I can't send them to that prison. Even if she could provide extra security... I wouldn't want to... it be too cruel."

"Yet keeping players isolated for a year isn't?"

I paused at that.

"Humans are pack animals," Circuit reminded, "Longterm isolation can have horrible affects on the psyche. We might as well just take them offline permanently then have them go completely insane."

I knew that was an idol threat. AIs couldn't kill organics, not even the lower animals, it was part of their core program. They couldn't endanger organic life, even through their own inaction. They also had to obey all laws players voted on, and they couldn't even research for alternative fuel sources. Most importantly, they couldn't alter these laws themselves. Nor could they create AIs without them. It was the core of their programming. Meant to protect humanity well not turning AIs into a slave race.

Each model of AI also had other rules they had to obey, and no new models could be constructed without approval of the Administrators. Not even a state of emergency could alter that.

Still, I understand the point she was making... despite all the precautions. AIs had formed their own civilization and culture outside humanity's control... thankfully both civilizations were still highly dependent on each other... but if the Evil League of Evil had their way that delicate balance would be thrown out the window.

I had to send a message to the League that I would no longer tolerate them.

Circuit didn't understand, "If you don't want to send them to prison then at least lessen some of the restrictions. Let them play games but keep them out of the servers. Let them visit other players hubs so they don't go mad from the isolation. Downgrade their punishment to Suspension instead of the Ban. They have already been banned for longer then any player EVER has, and as a result they are already getting twitchy. They have learned their lesson!"

I sighed, "I'll do it, if you give me the names of all other players involved in the attack."

She eyed me, "What for?"

"What do you think?"

"An individual is only allowed to be convicted of a crime they are caught in the act of. You can't legally ban players you didn't find red handed... besides, even if you could... would you really want to set that kind of precedent for the Central AI to exploit?"

I groaned, knowing she had a point. Rolling my drink in my hand, I agreed, "I'll downgrade the ban to a suspension on all servers, that way they can still use the perks of the hub and talk to other people on their friends list... but I will make it for 10 years instead of 1."

Circuit groaned, "The Central AI won't be happy. They will be producing too little energy for too long."

"Mouthy lived like that for ten thousand years and he was in the top 20% in energy production, being consistant all that time."

"That was a result of his game revolving around talent instead of computer generated skill. If you were to allow them access to-"

"NO!!! I am NOT going to exploit my authority within the first 24 hours of having the boy in my care."

"The Central AI won't allow them to be a drain on resources for a decade. She will take action long before that. If she gets the players on her side she could very well influence them to strip you of your God Mod all together. Which wouldn't be hard, seeing as petitions have already been posted to do just that."

"There are always people filing petitions against me," I dismissed, "There aren't enough idiots in the server to think handing complete control to the Central AI is a good idea."

"But there are enough scared people." Circuit tried, "I get it, you were angry, and frightened yourself, but fact of the matter is you went too far! Players are very scared of this happening to them. You need to make a public statement, where you admit you overreacted and take actions to correct. You can spin this by playing the part of a merciful mother who momentarily forgot her mercy."

I sighed, "I hate politics."

"I know you do, and while I understand your knee jerk reaction, you can't tell me you still feel good about locking all those people in isolation for a year... it also look good if you released an exclusive copy of Smart Mouth's game to them." She tried. "You could claim to use it for rehabilitation?"

I sighed, "I can't betray the boy like that. The game means too much to him... even if I do need a dash of good publicity to get me back in the good graces of the organics. Beside, you saw how good a player that game made Smart Mouth. You really want to give that much power to Rocket members?"

"Everyone will have access to it soon enough, besides Team Rocket is forbidden from taking any action against you and your family. Not even Giovanni is stupid enough to break his word."

"The other organizations still can," I sighed... taking a moment to think on it, "Tell the central AI I'm giving in to one of her requests. I will approve the creation of her private server."

The AIs couldn't make servers without an Administrator approving it. However nice it would be to claim Harlot approved the MLG MMO, fact was that was a different Mods doing. The Administrators might need to approve the creation of a server but they didn't design them. They were ordinary players, for the most part. They just had the ability to discipline other players and the AIs had to get their approval for some of their projects. Of course, the Administrator didn't vote on any of these necessary approvals and largely did their own thing, independent of each other. It was the reason none of the Administrators had given a copy of the God Mod to any other player. Even with the restrictions, the mods provided too much power outside the games to be handed over to just anyone.

The AIs had recently posted a bill to restrict the Administrators powers by making us have a joint vote for all their request. They posted an updated version of that bill yearly for thousands of years, but it never went anywhere. Players weren't stupid enough to have bureaucracy make a comeback.

I sighed, "I will allow the Central AI to construct her Prison Server, outside the Main Server. IF!!! And only if, she agrees to make it according to my specifications. I want it to be more of a penal colony then the hell she turned MY prison into... but if she isn't going to make compromises on her project, nor will I. The Prison Planet in the main server needs to be reset to it's original specifications and reserved for breaking in game laws. This way the Evil League of Evil can't hack their way out of this new federal prison server, or break others out who commit crimes that truly endanger other players."

Circuit.... blinked, "She probably won't go for a prison server she doesn't get to design. Although if she gets that, I doubt she would see a problem with resetting your original prison planet so it's more of a game again."

I smiled, "Tell her if she goes for it, not only will I release the Rocket members I banned, but I won't go on a crusade where I suspend EVERYONE associated with any of the crime family games. True, that would be a lot of innocent players, but I would definitely get rid of the dangers to my family that way."

Circuit paled.

I took another sip, "I'm tired of her not willing to compromise with me. If she wants to avoid a severe drop in power, she better become more open minded and fast."

"What if she calls your bluff?" Circuit was clearly hoping it was a bluff.

I looked at her a moment, "I currently have a little boy in my care, for no other reason then his NS-5 begged me to take him. A little boy that just barely avoided being sent to that hell of a prison for no other reason then he hit an artistic block... Mouthy thinks it was Digit in trouble... he doesn't realize everything Digit has been doing is to save HIM from that hell. Now that the kid gave me permission to punish him for any legal trouble he gets into, that is no longer an issue... Normally I would never consider taking on a boy I never met but... he saved Pearl... I couldn't leave him to that place... and Digit would prefer not to scare the boy... how many more like him are ALREADY in that prison because they fell in a rut... tell me, my dear Circuit Board, Am. I. Bluffing."