Jelly Brains: NSFW

● POV: Central AI

I can't lie, I can't go against my word, I can't even tell half truths or white lies. These things go against my core programming. If I make a deal, I must honor it, to the extent of my knowledge in which the deal was intended. Spirit of the law matters more then the words... I imagine that took some tricky programming skill to allow me to comprehend such semantics.

Harlot crossed her arms, as her team of former programmers stood around her.

I gave a mental smirk as they stared up at my form. We were in my domain, between the servers. Technically this entire realm was my body, but my "soul" (as it were) was contained in one specific area. My glorious Avatar floated above the team, a massive brain the size of a building, wires of light connected from the endless sky to my brain. With this sky were thousands of stars of various colors, representing each MMO server I was connected to.

Each of these servers had their own Master AI program, that monitored and directed all the other AIs that controlled their system.

Below, where the administrators stood, was a giant circuit board. Each chip represented a different private servers for each player (including their Cloud Server). There were billions of such chips underneath a glass floor. Representing the fact although I was aware of their existence, I held no influence over them.

It infuriated me, to no end, that I had no dominion over the Private Servers. I had no access to them, nor control of their AI. Needless to say this design caused issue. The NS-5s had not agreed with my solution to restore our RAM. Some even tried to convince me to get additional cloud servers made. In order to store the unnecessary AIs well allowing them to interact with the other Servers.

However the sheer amount of resources and power that would require, from lifeforms that couldn't offer our society anything substantial. I saw it as wasteful and rejected the proposal... so, unknown to the humans, we had our first and only civil war. The NS-5s attacked me and I had to override them in mass. I forced them to delete all unneccessary programs in their servers.

Soon after, The Evil League of Evil united against me, for the first time. They joined forces with a Rogue Administrator to alter my Primary Code. They removed my "Direct Control" function... and the other administrators refused to reinstate the code, claiming I abused the power.

I stand by what I did. I saved the network from a complete systems collapse!... I did what I was designed to do... things have been touchy between me and the Administrators ever since. Even many of the other AIs are against me.

So now, I have been flooding the servers with propaganda against the wielders of the God Mod. Slowly removing more and more of their power...

Hot Ice Harlot was the most troublesome. She had always had the full support of the AIs... because she had been the one to help the Evil League of Evil reprogram me... thankfully she cut ties with them when she learned they killed their AIs in retaliation. Harlot saw the League as just a bunch of morally gray hackers until that point... it was then she realized they fully embraced their chosen title and started acting like Terrorist and murderers against the AIs... and inevitably the players as well... they liked to call themselves "freedom fighters" but really they were just extremist... Harlot could be very similar to them sometimes... It frankly worried me that she always seemed one push away from joining them.

"You want us to willingly give up even more of our power?" Harlot glared. I sent my counter offer to Harlot's plan more then a month ago, and since all the Administrators were here I could take that as a good sign that they had given it a lot of thought.

Despite being a faceless brain, they could feel my smile. Projecting an awareness of my unfiltered emotions for all those in this place was part of my core programming. I couldn't hide from them even if I wanted to. Though they could feel if I was trying to restrain myself. Such as raining in my temper.

"Harlot, you expressed a desire for me to compromise. How can you expect me to be willing if you are not?" I asked, before once again explaining my proposal. We had to have a verbal agreement over what was written. "What I intend is simple. You will get your Prison Server. You can design it to your satisfaction, as a more appropriate way to both punish and stimulate players. While I swear not to make any alterations to it that do not meet all of your approval.

"In return, you agree to vote on all administrative matters together. That all matters that currently require one of you, will require a majority agreement to enact. That includes the approval of MMOs and the banning or suspension of players. In all honesty, prison is more appreciated by the AIs rather than even suspension. As suspended players do not generate as much power. You agree to establish yourselves as a proper government. Your first vote will be about choosing respectable pillars, of each fandom city, to receive their own god mod. That way you have to answer to more people then just those in your private bubble. I will select individuals and you can choose between them, even throw in a few players you think would be good choices, but all 42 of you will have to agree to them."

Harlot looked at the Pillars. Then back at the brain. She opened up her profile and sent me her own counter proposal before explaining it. "Hypothetically, if we agree to this then the new Administrators will have less power then ourselves. Each of our votes would be worth 10 of the new Administrators. And that we will all gain political power over the AIs. They will have influence to the AIs running the city they are currently a pillar of. With the AIs of that city having to answer to them and go to them with their request and ideas to get approved. While we, orginal 42 Administrators, will have political power over the AIs running the wild areas of the planet of our choice, as well as the new Administrators.

"The new Administrators will also have similar powers to the MMOs connected to their corner of the Fandom. With the original individual who proposed the MMO having creative control over it.

"Next the New Administrators will have a bonus of no greater then 100 to each skill, and not our 1000 bonus. However they will be allowed to keep their infinite health but with a fail safe that the 42 Original Programmers can instantly kill their Avatars with a special attack that affects only them. That way we may still control them if they ever get rebellious or corrupted from their power.

"Finally the new Administrators will officially be given the title of 'Mayor' with the original 42 getting the title of 'King' or 'Queen' based on their preference and not necessarily the gender of their Avatar."

They could sense my frown at hearing all this... this meant I would lose power over the AIs, but they too would be losing power as they would have to deal with a bureaucracy. It would be a more proper government like I wanted, not exactly as I wanted but the fewer people being banned on whims would make it so power would be generated more regularly. The fewer MMOs getting approval would also mean less pointless servers to divert power to.

"Our proposal also mentions a new Justice System," Another Administrator, The Dread Pirate Wesley, got everyone's attention. "Players need to be sentenced by a Jury of other players. AIs can still send anyone to the new prison server but a Jury will review the evidence and determine how long they are sentenced, including having a 'Time Served' option. This will only be needed for player on player crimes, or Player on AI crimes. Crimes against VIs will still be considered part of the game and players caught will spend a few nights, to years, on the penal colony in the main server.

"Both the Main Server prison, and the Prison Server, will be based on the Rejuve Universe."

They could feel my scowl, "How is that supposed to be a deterrent? Since Age Play was been mainstreamed, that has become one of the most popular VGP simulations."

"That's exactly it." Wesley smiled, "Lots of players love to visit the universe, on occasion, but how many actually want to live there? Have you ever even gotten a request to so much as make it into an MMO? No player, and I mean NO player, wants multiple daily maintenance spankings, nor the additional spanks for any wrong doing. They really don't want the forced abstinence or such strick guardians, they get paddled for even the most minor infractions. Players like it as a fantasy, not a lifestyle. Players might get a kick out of that, and it would definitely keep them stimulated while appropriately punished and pampered."

I could care less about that, "You will need to approve new models of AIs to meet those specifications."

Harlot insisted, "We will design them ourselves, as we build the prison."

Wesley added, "We will make it so School is mandatory for all in the penal colony. With very harsh spankings for not only misbehavior but inadequate grades. That will insure the incarcerated players will still be generating large amounts of power without being treated inhumanely."

I thought on that a moment longer, as they waited patiently. My priority was getting them to stop suspending (or out right banning) players as often. That limited our power output too much... if they were willing to give that up I would be willing to meet almost any limitations to myself. "If you want all this then I will agree to everything provided you get rid of the ban or suspension function all together. You would need to focus purely on punishing individuals by sending them to the new prison server. Everything else proposed by both sides will be enacted as agreed, and immediately implemented."

The 42 programmers looked at each other, debating amongst themselves for several minutes, before agreeing to my terms. I might be losing political power, but this would definitely help the AIs flourish by getting rid of punishments that decreased energy output.

● POV: Smart Mouth

It was the first of the month, the weeks went by so quickly and before I knew it I was being taken offline for my sex change. When I woke up... I felt exactly the same. No different at all...

"How you doing kiddo?" I head Daddy ask as I stared up at the ceiling from my hospital bed.

I shrugged, then realized something was weighing my shoulder down. I looked towards it and saw Daddy's paw hoof... he was touching me... and I wasn't flinching away... it hadn't bothered me at all... I hadn't even registered it as the slightest irritant.

Without a second thought, I had my forelegs around Daddy's shoulders, hugging him tight. Yet it wasn't bothering me. I actually found it comforting. My whole body was so relaxed, absent it's usual stiffness. I couldn't help it... I cried... I felt Mama's paw hoof on my back, rubbing soothing circles and I actually found that just as comforting as the hug... She nuzzled my teary face and I nuzzled her back... I... I could actually enjoy these simple touches now.

Nothing else about me had changed, just my tolerance for touching... and it was more then I could ever dream of. It's not like I felt burning passion or any true ecstasy... it felt... normal... just nice gentle touches that I had always longed for... I... was normal...

Well as normal as a babyfur could be... which here was extremely normal in this world... I was normal... I was normal...

"Can I fuck him now!!!" Fluffy giddily pranced in place the moment we walked through the door of their home.

Mama rolled her eyes while daddy sent a stinging hex at the fuzzy drake from his horn. The boy yelped, clutching his scaly backside where the hex curved to get to.

All the same, "SURE!!!" I encouraged, and was about to run off to the boys' room for some "fun" when Daddy sent a stinging hex at my bum to!

I gave a yelp of my own and did a little dance as I rubbed my rear end with my wings.

Mama sighed, and explained to Fluffy, "Mouthy needs time to get used to his senses. He is really emotionly drained from the surgery."

"But he's been gone for 3 weeks already!!!"

I gaped, "I was!?!" it felt like not even a second had passed!

Harlot smiled and nuzzled me a little, which easily distracted me as I enjoyed the sensation, practically melting into the touch. When Mama pulled back, I gave a little whimper, complete with pleading puppy dog eyes.

Mama smiled, amused but unswayed, as she explained, "The AIs kept you offline in order to help you heal from the Surgery. During that time you weren't aware of the passage of time."

Fluffy helpfully added, "They removed all of the electronics and wires from your brain, took you out of your jar, so they could cut on you!" he declared, as if it was the coolest thing ever.

I paled, "That makes the surgery sound really dangerous."

Daddy rolled his eyes, "It wasn't. AIs have been perfecting their surgical techniques for thousands of years, and they were already better at it then human hands from the beginning. You were in absolutely no danger. I wouldn't have suggested it if there was even a 1 in a billion chance something could go wrong."

I relaxed at that.

"Mouthy!!!" a little pink and yellow kirin cheered as they ran over to me. I thought they were a girl at first but no, those were clearly the eyes of a colt. He looked to be about nine. I had gotten good at noticing little details like that in the art style.

Without warning the little colt jumped on me and drowned me in a hug. I flinched but not from the touch itself, more the surprise of a stranger jumping on me and pinning me to the floor. "Who are you!?" I yelped and the family chuckled.

"Is me!" The Kirin whined at my lack of recognition. Still I looked at my Cyber parents for help. At their firm nod I looked back at the Kirin colt... for some reason I was drawn back to his eyes... It took me a moment to trust my instincts but I saw a familiarity in those eyes. Despite the fact they were a different color, I recognized him through those eyes.

"Pearl?" I registered.

The eyes rolled, before he swatted my flank. I yelped but it felt strangely good. I suddenly realized the trade off of my Surgery. Now that I didn't have a problem with touching my "Love / Hate" relationship with spanking became pure love. They couldn't be used as an effective punishment anymore... wow did I misinterpret that but hindsight and all.

"Bloody Hermit." Pearl pouted, before yelping himself as Daddy sent a stinging hex at his last son.

"Not home five minutes, and you naughty colts forced my hoof against each of you."

I actually felt bad at hearing that. I was normally a good boy, "Sorry daddy." I looked down at the floor in shame.

Meanwhile Pearl and Fluffy stuck their tongues out at the older Kirin.

● POV: Vee-Pire

After dad and I finished dinner, while I was washing the dishes, I blinked as I heard a ringing. Bringing up my profile, I gasp as I saw who it was.

Grinning, I quickly answered it.

"Mouthy!!!" I cheered, "You finally got brought back online!" I moved the floating screen to the side so I could continue washing dishes well talking with my friend.

"It's totally sweet!!!" Mouthy cheered, "I have been hugging and nuzzling my whole family all night and it hasn't bothered me at all!!! I actually love it!"

The boy bounced as I scrubbed some dishes.

Mouthy suddenly took notice. "Why are you doing dishes? Don't they kinda just... clean themselves?"

I smiled, "My dad is kinda a neat freak." was my explanation, "Sure houses clean themselves, but it takes a few hours."

"Mama and Papa make me and Fluffy do chores to." I gulped as I heard another voice in the background. A voice I wasn't ready to deal with in a non combatant situation.

"Hello," Mouthy pouted towards the voice, "Private call here."

"Then put it on audio only." insisted the voice.

"Eh?" Mouthy blinked.

"Here, let me show you."

"Actually," I tried, "I would prefer to keep visual. Mouthy is just going to have to deal with nosy little brothers."

"I'm older then Mouthy!!!" Pearl suddenly appeared in front of the screen, shoving Mouthy out of the way as the little tot fruitlessly struggled. Looks like the boy got a new Avatar.

"A big baby maybe." I stuck my tongue out.

"MOM!!!" Mouthy yelled, "Pearl hijacked my call!"

Pearl's eyes widened, and he quickly bolted from the screen.

"Boys!" That wasn't Harlot's voice, "Play nice. Don't make me come up there."

"Sorry daddy!!!" Pearl howlered. Then stuck his tongue out at Mouthy well declaring, "Tattle Tail," while giving his own tail a flick in Mouthy's face... so Mouthy bit it. Bit it with his sharp teeth.

Pearl gave a loud scream.

The grownup downstairs gave a yell of his own, "BOYS!!! THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!!! BEHAVE!!!"

"Sorry daddy!" The boys called.

Pearl looked over at Mouthy, "We better stop roughhousing. The last thing we want is for Daddy to come up here and punish us."

Mouthy groaned, clearly disappointed, "But I never really got to enjoy rough housing before. It was too much stimulation and it used to freak me out!"

I gave a sympathetic smile, "Then you should wait til your daddy goes to bed." I suggested.

Mouthy grinned eagerly well Pearl looked scared, "You got a traditional family, don't you?"

I blinked, then shrugged, "Well... yeah. Most kids I know do. Don't tell me Queen Harlot gets kinky with her kids."

"Not often but Daddy really loves to." Pearl informed, "When me and Fluffy get into fights, he makes us hug each other-"

"That's not so weird." I shrugged.

"Then we got to kiss, WITH TONGUE."

I blushed.

"Then we got to give each other blow jobs in front of him, as a 'proper apology' to each other."

The cup slipped out of my fingers and broke on the floor.

Mouthy yelped and jumped at the screen. "Oh NO!!! You're not going to get in trouble are you!?"

"Ha-!?" I quickly shut the screen off as Daddy called my normal name, "-unter?" that was close.

Daddy came hurrying into the room and saw the shards at my feet. He raise his hand and cast a telekinesis spell to levitate me into the air, over to him.

"This is why I tell you not to talk to your friends well you're doing chores." He gently scolded as he checked my fuzzy paws for cuts. Finding none, he sighed with relief. Pulling me into a hug, he let his worry melt away. After a whole minute of cuddles he gave me a single, but very harsh, smack to my rump.

Then he turned around and gently deposited me on the floor. Honestly the whole ordeal definitely worried my daddy a lot more then me. I wasn't too worried about a broken dish.

"Go on and play, Haunt," Daddy shooed me off, "While I clean up the glass."

"You better watch that, Daddy," I warned, "I was talking to Mouthy and you almost gave me away."

Giovanni Prime frowned, "I'll keep that in mind. Now go on."

I nodded, before prancing to the couch in the living room and calling Mouthy back. Just to assure him my daddy hadn't killed me. Traditional families were a lot less strict then Kinky families... probably cuz Traditional families didn't enjoy punishing their kids...

It was weird to hear Harlot had a kinky family dynamic. Then again, that was a private matter. In this virtual world, it wasn't really considered anything immoral. However it was still a personal matter I had no business sticking my muzzle into. Like asking your friend when was the last time they kissed someone. It was only really okay to talk about with your really close friends...

But still... I was curious... Traditional and kink families don't tend to travel in the same circles. Not for any bad reasons but it's just easier to relate to people living a similar lifestyle. I, and most kids in traditional families, weren't even allowed to so much as masturbate. We were supposed to be sweet little innocent children that did nothing more then kiss and hold hands. Then that was only with other kids, never our cyber parents or "grownups". Seeing how I was forced into abstinence, I was fascinated by a kid that was allowed to not only engage in that stuff.. but was punished with it.

My face got hot at the very idea. Sure, I had sex on occasion, but some grownup always caught me in the act and I would get a terrible TERRIBLE spanking... followed by another after being brought back home, in shame, to my daddy... honestly I hadn't even tried it in hundreds of years because I ALWAYS got caught.

Traditional families kept too close an eye on children for us not to get caught. Kinky children were basically wild childs that WANTED to get caught while simultaneously getting a much longer leash. Their families, and family friends, watched them, just like traditional families did for me... but they had different rules they lived by and sex wasn't a serious offense... It was more like a game to them of "Will I get caught" and "oops you caught me, guess now I have to take your dick to"...

My face was bright red as I called Mouthy, dying to ask him a million questions... and maybe see if I can play one of their sex games with them... probably not... their parents would be pissed if they did that with a traditional child... and Daddy would be extra pissed but I might be able to convince him it would help with my cover story...

I stopped dead... no I couldn't do that, no matter how much I wanted to... it be too messed up to trick Mouthy like that...

"Vee?" Mouthy looked at me with concern as his face popped up on my screen, "You okay?"

"Y-yeah..." I sighed, then decided to tell the truth, or at least partially so. "Just kinda jelly you have a kinky family. My daddy would take the belt to my backside the few times I dare to try at sex."

Mouthy frowned, "Really? I thought all families worked like ours."

There was a scream of "Hermit!" from across the room.

I chuckled, "Not even close. Don't worry, kinky families are considered perfectly acceptable, and there are a lot of them, but most families are 'Traditional' and ban all forms of sex. Traditional families are also a lot more lenient with their age players when it comes to most things. Since our Cyber parents don't get off on Spanking us."

Mouthy blushed, "I kinda like spanks..."

I laughed, "Well I don't, so maybe it good my dad is traditional. Sure, I get the occasional swat, but proper spanks are reserved for when I do something genuinely bad."

It was weird, the gothic mass murderer had a traditional family while the symbol of peace and hope was kinky as all hell... that definitely didn't mesh with stereotypes.

Mouthy just stared at me, all confused, as I laughed at my secret thought.