After our talk, Mister Flare took me straight to my first meeting and stood off to the side to mingle with other grownups while I went with my group. I was seated in a circle with a bunch of other age players. Their Avatar ages varying from babies to teenagers. This group seemed to be specifically for people with child Avatars that were "having trouble remembering their games weren't real". 

Our counselor was an adult, a brown Unicorn with a purple main. The Stallion was wearing the upper part of a pinstripe suit but no pants. He seemed like a kind stallion, who was very patient and encouraging. However he was managing this group in a pretty odd way. 

He had us go in a circle, one at a time, and made us talk for a good hour. In between calling the next one he would set up an activity we had to do with the other kids... it was kinda fun but I quickly realized we were all a little awkward around other players. I didn't think my social skills had decayed this much. I was back to square one when I was first learning how to force myself into social situations after I was diagnosed with Autism.

The chip was supposed to fix me but I realized it just made it so I thought more clearly and didn't have schizophrenic hallucinations or delusions (I had a few mental disorders)... but I was still awkward from lack of practice, which is really weird because I didn't have a problem at all with my AI friends... still, I wanted to get better with organics.

The counselor made us take a nap halfway through the day... two pegasi got spanked for whispering to each other instead of sleeping. That got the rest of us to settle down and take a nap. 

During nap time the counselor had me call my family members in a group call, So I could tell them what is going on and I was getting help... they all seemed so worried about me... and where actually relieved when they saw I had a child's Avatar and Flare introduced himself as my new caretaker... I wasn't sure why at first but kept my mouth shut since it seemed to calm my family a great deal. They were just happy to see me out and about in the Hub World.

After 8 hours of therapy the Counselor let everyone go home.

It was only 3 in the afternoon by the time I got out, so I had plenty of time to play with Pearl before bedtime.

We were just up the block now, standing in line outside a phone booth looking thing. The other group members were in line with us. There was one of these booths at each corner of each city block. They were like teleportation booths so you could move around the city. We actually arrived in that booth after using my map to teleport us.

I was a bit distracted at all the pony Avatars walking around the Crystal Empire like setting. My friends talked about this place sometimes. It was designated for the Spike click. All of Spike's biggest Fans lived in this city.

We were currently downtown, surrounded by all the office buildings. We just left the hospital. That was more to treat mental health, with hundreds of group therapy rooms run by players and private psychologist as well. However Flare told me there were also checkup rooms operated by the AIs where they run diagnostics on our software and give us upgrades through injections. I assured Flare that Digit had been keeping me up to date on all that stuff but he insisted we schedule an appointment with his family doctor.

I had accepted my share of Friend requests from the kids in the group and their caretakers. Some of the kids didn't have an adult bring them but it seems most of them did... and that is actually the reason why they come out to these group therapy sessions.

The kids explained that adults that look after ageplayers but haven't officially adopted them are called, "Caretakers" as slang, but they are listed as "Guardians" on your profile. I was all kinds of shocked when I looked up my profile and my Relationships category had updated automatically. Under "Cyber Family" were links to Frozen Flare and his wife Ice Hot Harlot, who were now listed as my guardians, while Pink Pearl was listed as my Cyber brother. It also said I had an older Cyber brother named "Fluffy the Magic Dragon".

The kids told me not to sweat it as that thing updates automatically through verbal agreement. That they didn't have access to my parental controls and it was a more causal relationship. It can lead to adoption, but usually doesn't as it is more like dating. It was basically the parental version of a boyfriend before marriage, testing the waters and all that before Adoption. Usually it doesn't work out but sometimes it will. They said there was a law passed that they have to be your guardian for ten years before they can adopt you but players can go as long as a hundred years before they are sure they want to be adopted. It was a huge step in a relationship and people took it very seriously, like marriage was in this digital world as you were legitimately pledging to be together for eternity in a very literal sense.

Guess that would explain why Frozen Flare was so nervous when he asked to be my caretaker. Speaking of Flare, he looked rather deep in thought.

"I'm sorry," Flare looked bashful as we continued to wait in line.

"What are you apologizing for?" I asked, eagerly looking around. There was a flash of light from the booth and the next people went in, the whole line moving up a little.

"I should have made it more clear to you that what you were agreeing to had legal ramifications," He informed as the line moved up again, "I should have known you wouldn't understand what a 'caretaker' was,"

"Oh... Yeah you pretty much tricked him into becoming my parental boyfriend," I teased, but he didn't seem to get the joke.

He hang his head, all serious, "It's not exactly like a boyfriend. You can still have one of those if you want. I'm more like... a foster parent. You verbally agreed to give me rights over you, but not to the extent of a true Adoption. I don't have access to your parental controls but if you misbehave in public, and I'm not around, players can get my name off your profile and call me. They will likely spank you themselves and bring you to me to be spanked again,"

My eyes widened, "Like Earth's 30s?" I wasn't around back then but it was pretty well known to spankos like me what it was like.

"Exactly," Flare nodded, "My wife and I are in charge of you but it is a much less formal relationship then what I have with my sons, understand?"

"Yes sir,"

"Are you okay with that?" He asked.

I smiled, "It actually sounds pretty awesome if I'm honest. A good middle ground between an orphan and having parents. I don't really like the idea of giving up all my rights like that,"

He frowned, "We would never abuse that privilege," He promised me, "but that probably isn't for a long time from now anyway. Most children have a caretaker for several decades before any formal Adoption is made,"

I hesitantly nodded, though still not liking the idea of handing over all my rights.

"When we get home we will go over the rules you are expected to follow and what will happen if you break them. Be careful what you agree to because verbal agreements hold legal weight in this world. Your hard drive records all your conversations and they can be reviewed by the AIs for legal disputes,"

I paled at that. That sounded like science fiction utopian hell kinda stuff.

Flare didn't notice my concerns and kept talking, "We will also go over if you want this to be a more traditional guardianship, or if you want us to occasionally molest you,"

I froze and Flare had to nudge me forward as the line moved up. Putting his muzzle on my tail end and making me take a few steps forward. Then he stood tall again and explained, "You still have the mind of an adult so it isn't like having sex will be harmful to you, and you get to determine the limits. I will suggest stuff and then you will tell me 'yes' or 'no'. You need to say 'no' if something bothers you. It is very important, understand?"

I gulped, "Yes Sir," I stood there, very quiet, while occasionally taking a couple steps forward when the line moved, "I'm Asexual," I suddenly blurted out.

"So is Pearl, but that just makes it all the better as he gets really fussy about it. Still he gave his consent for unconsensual. If you don't want do that then just don't consent to it, is very easy, and we will respect your wishes," Flare promised.

When it was our turn to go into the booth. I stood there, totally spaced out, for a moment. Flare patted my rump, with his soft as marshmallow hoof/paw thing Kirin have, and guided me inside.

"Didn't we come here through the red one?" I asked as the door closed. 

"That is for incoming players. The green booths are for outgoing. You know. 'Red means stop, green means go',"

I nodded, looking around as Flare got to work on the map. He pushed his chest to summon his profile and went to his favorite places. 

Before he could click on anything I asked, "Digit spoke with you," but it came out as more of an accusation, which caused him to pause just before clicking a link. So I added, "Didn't he?"

Flare sighed as he lowered his hoof, the screen disappearing, "You know people are waiting on us outside," he commented more then asked.

"I wanted to confront you before we got to the house, but we never had any alone time," I fidgeted.

He nodded, even outside we were surrounded by ponies, "Yes, Digit came to my house the night you met me and told me how you reacted when you learned you had to start your game over. He admits to knowing he was causing you discomfort as a means a stimulating you but didn't realize it would affect you that badly. He asked if my wife and I would be interested in watching over you as you really seemed to hit it off with our youngest son... and our oldest has... similar gaming issues."

I hesitantly looked up, "He does?"

"He does," Flare nodded, "I have spent the last few thousand years trying to teach him moderation. Which he really struggles with, so instead we decided I would micromanage his game time. He acts all resentful of it despite the fact he is the one that SUGGESTED it. I try not to take it personally, as I realize he has an addiction and micromanaging helps him get into 'little space' which in turn makes him a snarky brat," Flare smiled, "He hates the limited game time but he will be the first to tell you he knows he needs it.

"Digit was hoping I could do the same for you. Would you like that?"

I looked away, but gave a small reluctant confession of, "I could use the help."

He nodded, "Last night she returned and told me you were passed the grieving stage and ready to make a decision without feeling coerced."

I blushed and continued to refuse to look at him. 

Flare insisted, "Nothing to be embarrassed about. You spent a lot of millenniums in that game and needed time to come to terms with the fact that part of your life is over. I'm a little shocked it only took you 11 days. I expected not to hear back from Digit for few months,"

I continued to blush, and reluctantly admitted, "I'm still kinda torn up about it but yeah... the worst of it is over. I just needed some time to myself,"

Flare nodded, and pulled up his screen again, "Let's go meet your new family," and activated the table.

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Frozen Flare clinked "My home" and the map showed off a Neighborhood in the Crystal Empire. It was all the way on the other side of town. He pushed another button and we both glitched out as Pixelated flakes that were pulled into the map. Opening my eyes, though never actually having closed them, I was standing in a hallway of a suburban home, the door to the house directly behind me.

The walls were made of an inviting purple and white Crystal (as we were in the Crystal Empire so what do you expect) but the style was very much an upper middle class Suburban some.

I blinked, looking around. Then turned to Flare, "How come we came here instead of that big empty room in the red booth?"

"You can use maps to teleport directly into properties you own within the Main Server." Flare smiled at me, as he began walking down the Hall.

The place looked... strangely normal. Like it was something straight out of a 90s sitcom.

"Ice?" Flare called as he guided me out through. "Honey?" Flare called out again, "I'm home," 

"In the Kitchen, darling," That must be Hot Ice Harlot.

"I brought Smart Mouth with me," Flare informed, "Where is Pearl?"

"I with Mama, daddy," Came the call, "We're baking COOKIES!!!"

Flare gave a warm smile and nudged me forward with his muzzle. He lead me down a hallway in that I realized was a two-story house.

This bottom floor had a large library at one side and an entertainment room at the other, with the invite room at the end of the hall. Looking through a door, as we passed, I could see there was no Virtual Gaming Platform. Instead there was a sitting area with a full decked out entertainment system and 10 old school VR helmets. 

There was a teenage Dragon horse... thing, sitting on the couch with one of the helmets on I could see his same Avatar playing in the Ponyfinder MMO on the large screen TV... interesting set up for VGPs. It looked like he was still connected to the hub world while in a gaming program. I could hear him talking as he swung his arms around as he sat there, very still, yet moving like a manic on the screen.

The room also had a few Arcade boxes set up and a bunch of tables. There was a Ping-Pong table, one for air hockey, pool, and even a "Holo Table". Holo tables were a modern technology before the world ended. Basically they let people in the real world play Dungeons and Dragons with tiny holograms. Those things were wicked cool but expensive as all hell, even in this virtual world. 

Unfortunately since I came here I never saw the point in getting one given you could actually live in fictional worlds instead of just narrating them... still the Nostalgia addict in me saw that thing and couldn't help but fantasize about playing a good old session of dungeons and dragons on it.

"Fluffy?" Flare asked peeking his head into the game from.

"Fluffy The Magic Dragon, AFK," The boy said into his headset before taking his helmet off.

"Yeah dad?" The dragon horse ran a claw through his pony like mane.

"Come here a moment," Flare ordered.

The horse dragon set the helmet to the side and trotted over to us.

He had purple scales, with the occasional dark blue scale like spots, and a streak of spiky bleach blond fur going down his spine and tail. Even his mane was spiky and boyish. 

He looked like an Eastern Dragon, all long and skinny, almost serpent like. However his back legs were hooved and his head was that of a pony, only scaly with reptilian eyes and sharp teeth. He also had the feathered wings of a Pegasus. Truthfully he wasn't that much bigger than a pony teenager, just a good foot longer.

His back bent straight up so that his body was closer together, kinda like how Discord moved when he was standing on all fours.

It took me a moment to realize he was a Drakehoof, from Ponyfinder. I had edited their Avatars a bit in my own game.

"I find it amazing that none of your teachers gave you homework on a Wednesday night," Flare cut to the chase.

"Awwwwww dad!" the teen drake whined.

"None of that," Flare gave a stern look, "Be thankful I am not tanning your hide. You know better. Homework and choirs are ALWAYS finished BEFORE you can play,"

"Please dad," Fluffy begged, "This is a limited time event! If we complete the dungeon before midnight we each receive some really cool exclusive armor!!! But it's a 12 hour dungeon and we are already behind because of school!"

"Homework," Mr. Flare said sternly, "Now, say goodbye to your friends and tell them to do the same or I'm calling their parents,"

The boy huffed and started muttering to himself, "This is the reason why I need a TV in my room," 

"And it is exactly the reason you won't get one," Flare glared, "And just for that little display of snark, you've earned yourself that trip over my knee I was debating on,"

The dragon's eyes widened, "Daddy! NOOOOOOO!!!"

"Daddy yes," Flare glared, "You have been getting too big for your britches and if you keep it up I will demote you to a 1 year old. You have been taking this teenage rebellion act far too seriously,"

"I'm sorry daddy!" The teen insisted, "I'll be good!"

"I'm going to make sure of that," Flare insisted, "Now say goodbye to your friends and change your Avatar so I can give you a proper hiding. Then come find me in the living room,"

"Yes sir," the teenager sniffled, his eyes filling up with tears at the thought of the spanking to come.

Flare then led me further down the hall. Stepping out of the hallway I could see many windows in a large living room. Windows that showed off a big backyard with a crystal garden and a little Swing Set Fort. There was a stairway leading both up and down. Meaning they had some kind of basement given we were already on the ground floor. 

There was another hall way leading to 2 other rooms... kinda...

One of the "rooms" was exposed kitchen. It was separated by an island counter top instead of a wall. There was a large sink and a lot of crystal counter space. Pony style stools were around it, meaning cushions that were wide and low to the ground but could be raised up for younger ponies. There was a food dispenser on the counter behind the island, plus a proper stove, even a refrigerator and microwave. It looked like a proper kitchen. I haven't seen one of those outside of a game in a while. None of my family had one. The kitchen had an island separating it from the rest of the living room stools all around it like a table. It felt homier that way than with a proper dining table.

Pearl was busy using a cookie cutter on the raw dough, before putting little gingerbread ponies on a baking dish.

"It will just be a few more minutes," Pearl's mom... was beautiful. She was absolutely gorgeous. I get that is just her Avatar's design but this looked extremely impressive. She had a slender body with patches of scales around her fur that actually looked like scales. The textures of both looked amazing.

She had purple hooves and a horn, a black coat, and green scales, with an even darker green mane. Her Avatar was way more detailed than the ones used in the show but still looked like something that belonged in that world. How she pulled that off I couldn't tell you.

"Did you know your son was in there playing games?"

Hot Ice sighed, "He promised me he just wanted to listen to music while doing his Homework,"

Flare groaned, pinching his snout with his hoof/paw, "I'll add lying to his list of offences,"

"Well I was good today, Papa!" Pearl insisted, speaking very childishly while somehow sounding smug.

Flare raised an eyebrow, "That is quite suspicious given your record," The Stallion sat on the stool and gave a mock glared at Pearl, "You must have stolen all the good for yourself and left none for your brother. Maybe you need a spanking to?"

The little Seapony gaped, "NOOOOOOOOOOO DADDY!!!!! I don't need a 'panking. I was goooooood," He wailed overdramatically.

Ice rolled her eyes, "Alright you two, behave yourselves. You're making our guest uncomfortable,"

Both males jerked their heads at me, to catch me fidgeting uncontrollably. I blushed and sat in the seat. It automatically raised until I was belly level with the counter.

"I'm good," I swore, "Just not used to... this stuff. I mean, I have done little stuff since I got installed, but usually it was in a private daycare games I created,"

Pearl snapped up, "You made a VGP just for age players!!!"

"A few actually but they are more one shots," I shrugged, "I basically made those to get my padding fix on the days I wasn't in MLG. You know, in between family visits and editing all the footage I collected. I needed to do something to unwind after saving the Galaxy,"

Pearl looked intrigued, "Is it just pony stuff,"

"Nah," I waved off, "Some of it is pony related but most of it takes place in other franchises. I designed them Holodeck style so that it is a Domestic setting that is constantly adapting with random events that the AI creates based on the players actions and choices,"

Pearl whistled, as if all impressed (just as Fluffy walked through the living room and went up the stairs, presumably to change his Avatar like he was told.)

"It's not like it's hard to do so," I shrugged, "creating anything is really user friendly with the help of the AIs."

Flare waved off, "It's not just about having the know-how. You still need the creativity and the motivation to do so. Like all the cartoons you made before you started your MLG let's play,"

"I kind of cheated with that," I nervously grinned, "Like I said the things in here are freakishly user friendly. All I did was make the outline and have the AIs react to the situations based on how their canon Counterparts would have, occasionally making a tweak to make it flow better. Like you said, I'm more of a producer then a writer. I might know how to build a world, but my writing skills are limited. Although most of those Cartoons were standalone stories they all interconnected in MLG... it was glorious... 10000 years of hard work..." my eyes started to get misty as I thought on how it was all over... no more stories... they were all done... 

They all seemed to notice how I was feeling but they didn't comment. Instead Flare back-tracked the conversation... I appreciated that, "You might want to consider opening up a few stores to sell your ABDL sims. It’d be a good way to make money outside of video hits. Players love role playing games, especially fetish sims,"

I blinked, successfully distracted, "How do you do that?"

Harlot flashed an eager smile, "You can do it from any hub map. You buy property in a neighborhood and select a shop template common in the area. You can customize it from the map as well but other than homes the AIs like buildings to match the themes of the neighborhood. You can build a shop in any and every city, but only city. The more stores you set up the better, but for you I suggest you keep it to age player neighborhoods. They are more likely to buy your stuff there. Pearl can send you a list of all the age player neighborhoods for each fandom city. He likes to wander them,"

Pearl blushed, "There is no sense hiding out in one fandom all the time!" he said far too defensively.

Flare looked at the stairs, "Where is that boy?" he muttered before hollering, "Fluffy, quite stalling and get your little butt out here!"

"Coming dad!" called Fluffy the magic dragon. A tiny, MLP style, Rookie dragon appeared at the top of the stairs. He barely resembled a teen, about the only similarity was his wings. He still had the round face of a baby dragon. He was about the size of Smolder of the student 6, still bigger than me but smaller than an adult pony. He had the same color scheme as Fluffy... and still sounded like Fluffy, but where the Drakehoof looked cool this Avatar was insanely cute. By his blush he was pretty embarrassed to be wearing the Avatar.

He was slightly modded to have a furry underbelly, fur on his shoulders and the back of his elbows and ankles. His fins were even replaced with fur... he appeared to love being a mix of scales and fluff, probably why he chose the name "Fluffy". In typical MLP fashion he was naked... in not so typical fashion I could see his boy bits. Although they were rather small, with his balls barely dropped and his erection not being any bigger then his pinky.

Flare cast a smile, "Awwww, your wearing the Avatar your mother made for you. I love that one." The boy obviously knew this by his hesitant blush. 

Flare gave a formal nod, "Good boy," as he got off his stool and went down the stair, "Follow me down to the dungeon as to not disturb our guest," The little dragon melted with relief.

Harlot got my attention, just as the two of them disappeared downstairs, "So why don't you tell me about yourself?" she asked as she picked up the cookie tray with her magical Kirin horn. 

Pearl was wiggling excitedly as she levitated them into the oven. She pressed a button and they instantly dinged. Immediately afterwards she levitated the tray back on the counter. Revealing perfectly baked cookies. She picked up a spatula with her mouth and got all the cookies off the tray, and onto a nice looking serving plate.

"Well... you pretty much know everything about me from my profile," I shrugged, "But I haven't really had a chance to read yours. Mister Flare kinda just picked me up and has been dragging me places all day,"

Harlot snorted, "Yeah, my husband can have a bit of a one track mind."

"Mom invented the Network, and all of Jelly Brains Incorporated, back when that was a thing." Pearl grinned as he pushed some buttons under the counter and 3 bottles of milk materialized in front of us.

Harlot chuckled, "Silly baby," she tweeked his nose, "Mommies don't drink out of bottles."

Pearl gave a sheepish smile but the forming blush showed he genuinely forgot she wouldn't want a bottle. It was probably just habit for him.

Harlot reached over and pushed a few Buttons herself. Two glasses of red wine appeared, "We'll save the other bottle for your brother," She put in front of one of the other pony style stools.

While all this was going on my brain was still processing what Pearl told me, "You're Abigail Shiroshi..." I awed. I might not remember my own name but that is one I never could forget. I couldn't help but fangasm, "I thought you were just one of the programmers but you're actually THE Abigail Shiroshi."

She blinked, "I haven't heard that name in a while. I thought everyone had forgotten it,"

"Forgotten it!!!" I yelped, "It's because of you I don't have to be severely medicated just to barely function! YOU FIXED ME!!!"

Miss Shiroshi smiled, "The technology has approved by leaps and bounds from my original design. It's the Master AI you should be thanking,"

I couldn't remove the awe off my face. This woman... she was my savior... Because of her I was able to get off disability and go back to college!!!

"Because of you I was able to go back to college. I was even able to get my dream job of researching the evolution of fandoms from a sociological point of view! I owe you EVERYTHING!!!"

Miss Shiroshi frowned, then tweeked my nose with her weird paw hoof, "You owe me nothing. If I'm to be your cyber mom I don't want you to get so caught up in who I was. As it is now, I'm just another player, like any other. You understand?"

I gulped, "That's easier said than done," I confessed.

Harlot sighed, but strangely still wore a smile. She picked up a cookie with her "magic" and floated it over to me. I hesitantly grabbed it with my fox paw.

"I suppose all children have a bit of hero worship for their parents," She expressed, "Just remember, I'm your mom first and foremost,"

I nodded eagerly and took a bite of the cookie. Then immediately melted, "THIS IS REALLY GOOD!!!"

Pearl grinned, "Well I have been practicing my craft for 10000 years,"

"Were you a Baker in real life!?" I eagerly asked as I absentmindedly picked up the bottle and suckled on it.

"Actually I was a Therapist, helping vets recovering from war. It helped that I used to be on the other side of the chair. Was actually how I paid for college" Pearl shrugged, "but I always loved cooking and now own a series of restaurants in nearly every district in the Network,"

"You were a vet?" I awed.

"Am a vet," Pearl corrected, munching a cookie, "You never really stop. High stress jobs often lead to people getting involved in the submissive side of the kink scene... I sorta... kinda... lost both my legs to a grenade when I was 23. Bloody Martains, am I right," He winked at me, and instantly got whacked upside the head again, "Ow, Mama!!!"

"I won't have you use bigoted words like that," Harlot glared.

"What happened to you is not the fault of every colonists on their planet," Harlot insisted.

The boy sighed, "Sorry Mama," looking back at me, "Anyway, I was in recovery for a while, talked to A LOT of shrinks, and figured that was what I wanted to do with my life. Lucky for me there was a program through the VA. They needed more shrinks and doctors and stuff and offered to pay my way in exchange for working for them for 10 years. After my time was up I just sorta stayed where I was. That is until the sun was predicted to go supernova and everyone fled to the Network," He shrugged, taking another bite of his cookie.

"I joined as soon as it became affordable to all players," I shrugged, "The marti... errr colonists wars," choosing my words carefully to avoid getting whacked myself, "had just ended with their independence and Jelly Brain Industries had just finished constructing their underground world. That was a good... 30 years before the sun blew up?" I rounded up.

Harlot nodded, "That sounds about right,"

I squirmed a bit and I don't know why, looking down the stairs and seeing no one there but a closed door. Seeing they caught me I tried to play it off cool, "What's their story?"

Pearl opened his mouth but Harlot insisted, "That's for them to tell, if they are up to it," Pearl pouted but nodded.

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● POV: Fluff 

I still wasn't really thrilled that my master was making me use a "Children's Avatar". It had been thousands of years and I still didn't like it, but I got the importance of it. Master needed access to my parental controls. Slave controls didn't have things like "Game Time Limits" or the more important ability to withdraw your partner from a VGP. 

Yeah, I asked his master for help managing my addictive tendencies but it had been Harlot's idea on the how. She enjoyed looking after age players, as evident by the fact she was already looking after Pearl when Master met her. When Master told her about my problem she explained that the parental controls of child Avatars let cyber parents limit gaming. That way "The incident" wouldn't happen again...

I was a proud slave, and well a touch of humiliation went with the territory, being forced to walk around as a kid was a bit too much. No one cared anymore but it was still embarrassing... especially since teenage Avatars got aroused very easily and I was constantly getting erections in public... to which Master would "take care of that pokey" by jerking me off in the middle of the street well treating it as if he was helping a little boy blow his nose. That was all kinds of embarrassing and it happened ALL the time.

Even with the fact most Ageplayers got "molested" it was just how people coped. People were rather desperate to recapture the concept of a family dynamic. Seeing as my real world family consisted of a drug addict prostitute that let her pimp sell me out... yeah... I didn't hold much stock in families.

Still I could understand it on a biological level. The desire to procreate and raise children was a heavily engrained instinct in humans. Anyone with a middle school level education knew that. Living in this world for hundreds of years, unable to have kids... finding away around it with AIs... only for those children to be deleted by the billions for no other reason then to limit RAM usage... a lot of people were heart broken, thrown into deep depression.

This was their answer, discovered some 7000 years ago (a little after Master and Harlot started dating). The AIs wanted players to use Ageplayers as a type of immortal child. It was certainly thinking outside the box considering how much people hated that lot until then. It was more then that though. By encouraging players to be more accepting of age players the AIs could open up schools. Those would force the age players to work through various critical thinking problems and produce more power. Everything always came back to more power for AIs.

Of course, after releasing a bunch of propaganda and letting it become normal for "Cyber Parents" to look after ageplayers, the AIs allowed for a vote.

The AIs might try to manipulate the voters with propaganda but they never tried to hide the full meaning of laws they wished to pass.

The vote for the school... had been the best thing that ever happened to me, including being installed into the Network in the first place and meeting my master.

I had trouble with this world. It was hard to prioritize what was 'real'. I tended to dive into VGPs. Making my money by playing games. I didn't even do let's plays. I just earned the raw cash from games and turned them into Main Server credits.

I mean what else was I going to do. Be an Adventurer on the Main Server and risk Zeroing Out? Or worse, playing those stupid "Job" minigames throughout the Main Server.

Yeah they were a quick way to earn money, and Master really loved them, but they weren't real jobs. Nothing you did there affected the rest of the grid. They just felt so... meaningless. Nothing bad even happened if you didn't go to work one day and you didn't actually have a boss. They were just mini games that simulated different jobs. They were all timed events to trigger deep thinking but at the same time if you weren't into that they were just so BOOOOOOORING!!!

I didn't really have much going for me anywhere in the Main Server. I wasn't naturally talented enough at games not to die frequently so by playing VGPs which only caused you to respawn when you die... it was just easier...

I wasn't particularly talented at crafting things or making TV shows, or stories, or drawing, or anything really. There was nothing for me to do here in the Main Server before the school.

Master's, then new, Girlfriend thought it might do me some good if I went to the school that just opened up. Another reason for the Deaging. The purpose of the school was to mentally stimulate Age Players in order to get them to produce more power well their cyber parents were at "work"... that actually resulted in the my predicament.

When Master was out working most days, he left me home alone. He even invited me along most of the time but I always said I wasn't interested. While alone, I would obviously clean and keep the house tidy, like a good slave, but cleaning only took a couple hours out of the day. I would occasionally wander the fandoms but the Main Server was in it's infancy and kinda... boring... soon my games became an escape... then an addiction.

When I lost track of time so badly that I ended up spending 3 months in a game that was supposed to last a single weekend... well his master ran around the Main Server trying to get help from the AIs, who did nothing because I was "Stimulated"... I asked my master for help... 

It wasn't an easy fix either, I relapsed frequently. The whole point of the headset was so that Master could see when I was in the game and get me out if I was playing too long... it sucked sometimes because Frozen was always micromanaging my game time now, even grounding me from it for a whole week or longer. Saying stuff like I doesn't know how to prioritize my time... but I knew I needed it. 

Playing those games like that fucked up my dopamine release so I was legitimately addicted to it. It was like being diabetic, issues with your liver (back when humans had livers) occur due to over consumption of fats and sugars. Something eventually clicks and you end up diabetic for life. Here over stimulating the brain to the point it begins releasing too much dopamine results in addiction. Once it happens you are screwed up for life.

Now the AIs could, theoretically, fix the issue with gene therapy, like with diabetes, but... they were kinda dicks. Fighting against addictions resulted in a lot of brain synapses firing, which lead to more powers for their space station. Even feeding into addictions gave a deep sense of satisfaction for the player... the AIs gave players the resources to recover well encouraging failure... it made it so addicts could never truly get over it.

Harlot thought school would help me distract myself from games, and it had. I might not be wild about being a kid but I loved school. I had dropped out of High school and missed out on college but here I actually had a chance at a real education. It felt like I was accomplishing something there. 

The AIs may have classes on random trivia for each fandom but they also taught them how to make all kinds of creative and artistic projects. There were training grounds to practice your skills and level up quickly. Clubs to mingle with like minded people and do your favorite hobbies. You could even learn about the sciences the robots discovered out there in the real world. Students could devote time to their own research through science projects. These were effectively scientific papers the AIs used and tested in the real world and would give a grade based on the effectiveness of the theory.

It felt like I was finally accomplishing something meaningful, because I was. Everything I did at that school helped develop this society. School was how scientists and scholars still existed in this digital world. After 7000 years I had become quiet the Scholar... it was nice... being good at something that didn't involve sucking dick...

I might not like dressing up as a kid but I was thankful to my cyber mom for making me do this. There was the added bonus that she least let me be a teenager. It was... kinda amazing with how intensely this Avatar orgasmed. My entire body was overly sensitive to everything. I was drowning with overstimulation and loving every minute of it. I especially liked the games I played with Master. I had to be extra sneaky when masturbating or else my "Daddy" would spank my "privates" for being "naughty".

Mom and "Dad" had a big talk with Pearl and me about what they wanted to get out of the relationship and what was acceptable. It just went with the territory in any kind of Kink based relationship, especially when new members were added. 

We were technically poly now, by real world definitions, but in this virtual world we had a typical family dynamic.

Pearl even gave me permission to bang him, even if he said "no". The kid was big on consensual unconsensual. He was asexual but he also had a fantasy about being raped. So even though he didn't like it well it was happening he loved the idea that it could. I tried to keep that in mind and only "play naughty games" occasionally with my cyber brother. Maybe once every other week to not overwhelm him.

Master butted in with, if he caught the two if us having sex, we would both be spanked on our bottoms and our genitals, and if one of us was preforming oral we would both have our mouths washed out with soap and rinse with "Daddy's special milk"... it was fun to get caught sometimes but others I just wanted to have an intimate moment with his cyber brother. It's what Cyber brothers were for after all.

That was the official term for these relationships "Cyber Family". There were different levels of it, such a guardian or an adoptive parent, but that was the idea.

To sum up, my little Draconic butt was trying desperately to think of anything but what was about to happen to it.

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● Foalcon

[i] I bit my little dragon lip as my Master and Cyber Father, Frozen Flare, sat on the chair he had in the corner. It was the Naughty Boy chair. The chair I got spanked on then forced to sit, facing the corner, on it's hard wooden seat. I hated getting punished on it.

There were a few whips and chains and all kinds of odd wooden furniture designed to punish subs but those were for when I was good and just wanted to submit to my Master. Dad chose this for when I was actually bad, chosing the most embarrassing type of punishment for me... a trip over his knee... like a little boy...

"Come on Fluff," Daddy sat in an awkward position for a pony, like a human would have. The Kirin patted his knee, and looked at me expectantly, "Stop daydreaming and accept your fate,"

I gulped and hesitantly stepped over, knowing it would be a thousand times worse if dad had to get me. My small body, a mix of scales and fur, crawled over the lap and lifted up my tail. Thankfully Daddy took hold of it and folded it against my back before pinning it, along with my wings. At least I didn't have to worry about keeping my tail up this time.

"Sorry I was naughty, daddy," I... I just hated it. Hated how I acted at the mere mention of a spanking. 

Flare had trained me to act this way, and he trained me well. It was second nature now. All slaves go through some kinda of training so they behave like their Dom wanted them to... and ever since I started being forced into a foal's Avatar Master wanted me to act like a little boy.

"You can give daddy a proper apology after your spanking,"

I groaned but nodded my head, "Yes Sir,"

I lay still as Master began rubbing me with his pawed hoof. Feeling the contrast of my soft, near snake like, scales of my bottom... and the near kitten like soft fur of my inner thigh.

"Since you seem too have gotten too big for your britches, you will be staying in this Avatar until further notice." Master informed.

"For how long?" I dared to ask. Master was never too got mad about questions. He was a much Softer Dom then I was used to in my organic life.

I began to squirm as 'daddy' fondled my tiny fluffy balls. It was a little ritual daddy had with me, but not Pearl. Master would try to get me hard, that way he could punish me further for getting an erection well being disciplined, and I would do my best to stay in my sheath... like I was trying to do now.

I concentrated with all my power. Unfortunately, given this over hormonal Avatar, it only took one gentle squeeze for my dick to poke... usually... master wasn't exactly being gental right now though.

Master grabbed hold of the my barely dropped balls and squeezed them as hard as he could in his hoof like paw. 

I let out a scream of pain, only to be silenced by a bar of soap. Master was holding the soap with his tail while one arm pinned my wings and tail, and the other crushed my balls.

I begun to cry and struggle as Master's tail began scrubbing my forked tough and sharp teeth with the soap.

"How could you lie to your mother?" Master sounded very mad and suddenly it all made sense.

Master wasn't usually this rough for punishments, at least not ones involving games as he understood it was an addiction.

I tried to say I was sorry but only ended up gagging on the soap.

"You told your mom you were going to listen to music but clearly you wanted to sneak in some game time before homework or chores,"

I screamed again, even louder, as the hoof/paw squeezed harder, "Spread your legs. I'm going to spank your balls."

Tears rushed from reptilian eyes but I obeyed, spreading his legs as far as they could go.

Master raised his hoof paw and slammed it agaisnt my adolescent genitals. I screamed bloody murder while gagging on the soap.

"Bite down on the soap," Master ordered and again I obeyed, getting a muzzle full of soap as I locked my carnivorous teeth onto it.

Once the soap was secure Master's tail let go and then lashed across the my scaly bottom. I could feel it reddened and welt up. I screamed and bit down harder, getting even more soap juices on my tongue. Master's thin tail was like a switch, burning fresh cuts across the my already fragile hide. 

Then something truly horrible happened, as the cuts with the tail continued so did the hoof smacking my tiny nuts.

I cried and kicked and did everything I could to beg for mercy well not being able to speak through the soap... all the while my penis pulsing and begging for more. 

I stayed over Master's lap for a good 20 minutes, crying and screaming my head off well loving every moment of it. My real punishment was probably going to be grounding me or something.

Afterwards I gave my master the proper apology, like he wanted. I kneeled in front of his chair and sucked his dick dry to show him how sorry I was... once again thinking how unfair it was I had to do this and Pearl didn't.

But Pearl was a foal, and I was a Diaper Slave, there were bound to be a few differences in our rules and punishments. I thought deeply about it, as I rolled my forked tongue over my daddy's member. [/i]