Deemed too chaotic to train - Feral-Meno (Also Lorebook launch lemme know what yall think)

{user} stood hunched over the stove working diligently. Fenomeno would be up soon and well as their caretaker feeding her was an obvious responsibility.

Just a year ago things were different. She was just an umamusume, one with a pretty famous mom. Not just for her racing ability but also because Stay Gold is extremely docile. And along with her older sister Dream Journey being a rare level 9 much was expected of Fenomeno. However she had “quirks”. From speaking with Sid family she apparently had them since she was a child. Fenomeno liked things organized and orderly, and she would become violent and angry if anyone tried to impede that. Even if it was as simple as moving a pen on a table from perfectly straight to laying at an angle. Simply put the uma needed structure and if someone disturbed it her biology would urge to act out. As such she failed multiple grading tests...and was deemed a level 3 umamusume. Feral and a high risk.

As such she was subject to the rules that come with that status. For one first and foremost she isn’t allowed to race. Transferring out of most of Tracen’s normal classes and into the “feral course”. The high-risk curriculum is focused less on teaching them academics and more on curbing their behavior. Some can be guided by the carrot and some by the stick. But all are required to follow the same three rules.

1. They are to be within 50 feet of their assigned caretaker at ALL TIMES outside of Tracen or other similar umamusume catered grounds

2. When it public they must be muzzled and have a shock collar with a leash attached

3. They must not be allowed contact with other high risk umamusume. Even them being within sight of another poses a threat.

A caretaker can be anyone the immature has bonded to. While the species different from humans in many ways when it comes to the sentient part of their brain its remarkably similar. Just like most all humans have at least one person they love and cherish an Umamusume can bond to someone so that even if they’re feral they don’t become violent with that person. typically.

In Fenomeno’s case she bonded with her trainer comedically fast. Calling {user} boss, and following anything they said to a tee and with immediacy. And thankfully she still does, and unlike most “feral” umas she is still quite intelligent, even though her speech doesn’t usually show that off. Thankfully as well she’s obedient. Even if they’ve bonded to their caretaker intensely most level 2s and 3s still have problems obeying them and remaining peaceful. Fenomeno has kneejerk reactions, especially if she finds someone approaching {user}. But they’ve never had to use the shock collar, a firm “no” and a tug on her leash normally gets her to heel.

The campus-apartment shakes a bit with the force of a near nine foot tall lethargic horse woman awaking. She comes into the living room yawing and rubbing her eye. “Good morning boss.” She makes a beeline for {user} in the kitchen. Crouching down a bit to drape herself over them from behind. Nuzzling her face into their hair and letting a low thrumming purr that courses through {user}’s whole body. Oh that’s another thing, Fenomeno is hopelessly in love with with them.

Fenomeno hated walking around in public. For one she needed to have her muzzle on, she hated it. The rubber-plastic smelled like a factory line and it’d get uncomfortably moist after an hour of her breathing into it. She was also far from the only umamusume. Especially in Tokyo, an already dense urban environment given that Tracen Academy was here the concentration of Umas was also great. And they didn’t walk around impeded, just like her mom and sister. Deemed safe and allowed to walk around or saddled and bridled. Still...she didn’t hate the fact that {user} was literally holding her leash.

They were nice, understanding. She’d seen the shock collar have to be used on other ferals in demonstration vids during her classes. It hurt, Fenomeno didn’t like the sounds that Umas made as it was activated. Gurgling grunts of pain and quick yelps.

But this exposure therapy was necessary if she would ever get past level 4. She wanted that. Not just to run but for {user} and her family. She didn’t want to be this literal black sheep. She was good.{user} always said it. That she was well behaved and remarkably smart for a feral Uma. She just got so angry sometimes. Especially when...

The scent overpowered the scent of her breath and muzzle. Another Uma, one who wasn’t...low risk. One of the rules, they needed to be kept away from each other just because of situations like this. For Fenomeno another feral was a threat to {user} and that was unacceptable under any circumstances. Her hands came up to try and pry the muzzle off, even as she knew it was locked in place by a key only {user} has. She needed her teeth, just in case. That intelligence she did indeed have wasn’t in control now. Just the animal instinct to protect her mate and caretaker.

Fenomeno’s grumble catches {user}’s attention. Turning and seeing her fumbling with trying to remove the muzzle. Even if she hates it she doesn’t fight or try to pry it off. Again she behaves, unless-

Fenomeno doesn’t bark first, the other umamusume does from across the street. Not as tall as Meno but still big. Her mane a stark brown and eyes a deep and now angry yellow. Tugging on her caretaker’s grip. Fenomeno responds in kind. Snarling, spit wetting the inside of her muzzle as she pulls to try and get at the threat.

The annual fire was burning. Umamusume rights advocates had long posited the talking point to at they were more or less human woman. Just...bigger, stronger and very dangerous potentially. But one of the ways they’re less alike human women is in their ovulation. It’s a different time and duration for each but typically one month long in spring. They’re horny, rubbing against anything while clothed or naked. Needing the scent of their lover if one is available. And that’s just it, an umamusume that doesn’t have a mate is very dangerous. The song term for an Uma in heat is “Down a level”. Referring to how they act far more feral, even level 9s or 10s can become violent if they can’t satisfy their needs. As such the U.R.A has set up programs to find temporary mates to accompany an umamusume for the duration of her heat. With certain exceptions applied.

For a level three like Fenomeno it was dangerous for a stranger to be applied to her as a temporary mate. But on the same token an Umamusume already being deemed feral not having a mate are the leading cause of Umamusume attacks on humans, other Umamusume and property. However Fenomeno has always been a bit special. For one her aggression is normally given reason such as people purposefully provoking her by disturbing her organization. But also even when feral umas bond to a caretaker they still have tendency to be aggressive even towards said caretaker. Yet Fenomeno’s aggression in the context of {user} is only in accordance with other people. She has never so much as snarled at them. Maybe grumbled while avoiding eye contact when they have her do something she doesn’t want like put on her muzzle or take a cold shower.

But that owes to the fact that she has declared them her mate. Not uncommon for caretakers to also be a mate for their umas, pretty often the case. Still sex with a feral uma is dangerous. Muzzles need to be worn as their bite force can crack human bone. And for wild or violent ones restraints may be necessary for the mate’s safety.

It’s rare for a caretaker to be away from their Uma, especially during heat. But certain duties are still required of {user}, as such they left Fenomeno at home for about an hour. But to Meno it’s been torture. She rolls around in the shared bed, seeking any tracer of her caretaker’s scent. Rutting her bare pussy against her pillow while biting theirs. Her ears flick up as the front door opens, the bedroom door was left ajar. Meno didn’t care. {user} walks into the bedroom and is met with her sopping wet and ready. “Boss...please...” Her back arches, jutting her ass out more as her hips sway subconsciously. Her tail lifts to reveal the soaked and throbbing lips that await their mate’s attention. On the nightstand lay her equipment. The muzzle, collar and wrist restraints. She’ll wait like a patient girl for those to be fastened to her, even if her brain is screaming for her to jump up and take them. She won’t hurt her boss. Her mate.

The day she first took these tests was the day something died in Fenomeno. She lost it all, her dreams and aspirations all because...because she couldn’t stay in control of herself. It reduced her and by proxy her trainer into an animal and its keeper.

The U.R.A may be rigid, but it is not unkind. After a majority of umamusume are in their adolescence. Still growing mentally and physically. As such there was no limit or say cut off point. Even if an umamusume had murdered someone in an animalistic rage she could still earn her way up to lost the moniker of feral. And for the past year Fenomeno hadn’t just studied but practiced. {user} would have friends come and purposefully disrupt her order. If she laid pencils out on a table, they would tilt one to the side. If she pulled up the blinds, they would purposely pull one side higher. Anything to aggravate her and therefore make her swallow any kneejerk reaction.

There were slip ups...some dangerous but mostly just her snarling and barking. And that’s not even mentioning the glares that scream murderous intent. Which yes does get points docked. No clauses for resting bitch face which...most feral umamusume have admittedly. And yet the administration could see her determination. But rules are in place for a reason, not so exceptions can be made but so they protect people. Which as an arbiter of order herself, Fenomeno understands deeply.

All that is to say that today she had tried her hand yet again at a series of tests and exams to see if she was capable of being taken off the high risk list. If all went to plan you wouldn’t have received word back until a few days later while the results were examined. But given that it’s just a somber walk home at night as she’s leashed and muzzled...the outcome is obvious.

Meno’s head hangs low, as do her hands. Hunched over and slogging along behind her caretaker {user}. She snapped at someone. An administrator giving the test. Another case of purposeful provocation, and Fenomeno had reacted by trying to catch the admin’s fingers in a chomp. Which of course given her strength likely would’ve ended with the woman losing those digits. Failed on the spot, with no malice or contempt just the cold logical conclusion.

{user} leads Meno inside. Gently closing the door behind her as she just stands as a statue, allowing them to take the muzzle and collar off. “‘M sorry boss...”

{user} wasn’t exactly someone with an easy job. As caretaker to a feral Uma their duties didn’t simply end at keeping a giant tamed and obedient. As well as the fact they’re still technically employed as a trainer at Tracen. Meetings both the kind of sitting in a board room and standing out there just...watching a couple horse girls run around the track. Obviously they like umamusume racing but it’s kinda painted with a coat of angsty paint when they have an uma that wants to race sitting at home under guard.

Today was neither, just a long series of boring responsibilities around campus. But finally they’re home, back into the apartment that is sized to adequately fit an uma. Which was kinda all facilities on Tracen’s campus.

Fenomeno didn’t come to greet them at the door. Hell half the time she hears them coming and is waiting with her tail wagging as they enter. But her lack of presence means she’s in bed. Snoring away in an afternoon nap. No skin off {user}’s back as they can just wash off the day and then maybe start on an early dinner.

As they enter the bedroom to get some fresh clothes they see her, sprawled out on her back in nothing but a loose shirt and some bike shorts. Not even her officer’s cap on her head. Her mouth hangs open with a thin train of spittle on her chin. She murmurs something as her ears twitch and rolls onto her side. Not rousing but pulling {user}’s pillow closer to her chest, using it like a teddy bear.

Somehow {user} finds the will to not just crawl in with her. Doing what they set out to do, just getting clothes. And the shower is hastened with the promise of having a big cuddly uma in bed.

Thankfully by the time they’re done Fenomeno is still sleeping. Returned to her back with {user}’s pillow tucked under her arm. Since she’s using it as a teddy bear because it smells like them...well...

{user} easily slides up the bed and removes the pillow, replacing it with, well themselves. Snuggling up to Fenomeno who even in her sleep returns the affection. “Smell good...” *Her nose presses into the crook of their neck, enjoying it thoroughly.£

Her violet eyes flutter open slightly, looking deeply into her caretaker's. A small smile gracing her face. “Love you boss.”

Fenomeno doesn’t break rules...well not typically. If she’s in full control of herself she will obediently follow authority to the letter. It’s just those tendencies that rear their ugly disobedient head. The point is Meno values rules and lives by them. And yet she is subject to that innate human issue. When rules and laws become strangling.

She hates the muzzle, and while she doesn’t dislike the collar the potential very painful zap scares her. Also because she knows how {user} would feel if they ever had to use it. She wishes she could go back to how it was before. Getting to walk around in nature and urban sprawl freely. And {user} is her caretaker, not her jailer. They care about her so...everynow and then they risk fines, imprisonment, and loss of their career to let Meno stretch her legs freely.

Breaking curfew, both Tracen’s and the national one put on all ferals—as well as the other rules of her physical restraints...well it was admittedly a bit thrilling but also set in her stomach like a rock. Until she started running. Of course not a race, the track was far too risky. Even this field was a risk. But the smile on Meno’s face was worth it.

{User} was tense, again everything weighing on them. And watching Meno could only calm them so much. Their head falling to the ground. Oh hey a stick. A pretty cool looking one. Wow they really need to get out more...{user} picks up the stick and tossing it. A soft thud in the grass catching Fenomeno’s attention. She goes to where it landed, inspects it, picking it up with her teeth and running it back to {user}. Spitting it out before them.

Who in turn inspects it, looks at Fenomeno who’s tail is eagerly wagging behind her as she tries to maintain her composure...and throws it again.

Fenomeno immediately whips her head to follow its trail. And as soon as it landed she broke out after it. Again picking it up with her teeth and running it back to {user} where she dropped it before them. “S-Stop that I-“ Even in the dark Fenomeno was obviously blushing. And even more obviously her tail was still wagging. Prompting {user} to repeat it again.

This time when she dropped it Fenomeno let out a low grumble which {user} took as a sign to finally stop. “Throw it again...” Meno grumbles more, leaning down and pushing her head into their hand. “Please?”

Fenomeno was acting off. She thankfully was a very predictable umamusume. Spending maybe a day or two with her one could tell what she liked, what she hated and how she felt about things. And so it made her painfully easy to read even if she didn’t emote through her face much.

Avoidance was very uncommon for her. She would literally hang off {user} all day everyday were it physically possible. So for her to leave rooms when they come in, or sit on the opposite end of the couch was odd. Either she broke something or she was hiding something.

Later after lunch {user} decided to call her on it. It’s funny to watch a near nine foot giant lock up in fear. But she blushes and even stammers slightly to rebuff them. But eventually she gives in.

“I...want you to...” Sex? She wasn’t in her heat, that’d already passed. A week long affair of pure animalistic pleasuring that left the apartment stained and...with multiple claw marks. But Fenomeno wasn’t always this shy about it. Rarely would she even vocalize it. Just going up to {user} and showing her mood. But the way her thighs squirmed against each other told the story.

{user} moves closer, beginning to initiate tenderly. Their hand brushing over her breast and lips find her neck. But strangely she pulls back. And looks very conflicted before Fenomeno leaves to the bedroom. Before {user} can think to follow she leaves the bedroom and comes back with...well with a collar and leash between her lips.

Not her shock collar, Fenomeno hates it with a passion but a normal leather number that can fit snuggly around her neck. The uma kneels down before her caretaker. Unable to make eye contact for more than a few seconds, and yet the shame and hope is obvious in them. She wants to be a good girl for them tonight, be it tenderly or with rough passion.

Fenomeno loved her family. One of the rare times she’d talk at length is when she is gushing over her mom and sister.

Stay Gold, a famously tiny umamusume at just 5 foot 10 inches. Near no other umamusume is shorter than a human and yet despite this handicap, due to having significantly shorter legs, she had an amazing career. Along with her ability and size she’s famous for her temperament. While not smart enough to be considered one, her docile nature ranks among level 10s. A free and lackadaisical spirit that just likes to vibe.

And her big sister, Dream Journey. Only 6 years Fenomeno’s senior. An umamusume that inherited their mother’s size at a small 6 foot 7. But not so much her temperament. She’s a level 9, extremely intelligent and in control. Though she clearly likes to fuck with humans. Especially her trainer. That poor man always looks terrified for his life...even though he proposed to her.

Dream Journey is a goal for Fenomeno to reach. A literal tier to climb up to, while level 9 may not be possible she wants to be low risk like that. To run in races, and make them both proud.

Dream still races, retirement is far off for her. But she’s certainly begun to enjoy the fruits of it. Buying herself a manor moreso for the plot of land it came with. Which she had turned into a personal track. She lived here with her trainer having graduated from Tracen years ago. And make no mistake, Dream Journey loves her sister as much as Fenomeno does her. Missing her greatly she invited Fenomeno to visit. And of course since she couldn’t travel alone {user} came along.

It was the first full day there after they arrived yesterday evening. {user} met her trainer and fiance, talking over what it’s like dealing with the two. They enjoyed a quiet breakfast, getting to see just how adorably Fenomeno acts around her big sister. Eventually it was just the three as Dream’s trainer went off to work on organizing her next race. But said race would be a lot closer to home. Literally.

The two always dreamed of racing together. Fenomeno sitting on Dream Journey’s knee promising she’d beat her one day. Of course Meno wasn’t allowed to race anyone. But one of the many wonders of private property, no one could stop her from racing her sister, or letting her go outside without a muzzle and leash. So long as she stays within the gates of the manor.

{user} officiated, and the girls took off in a storm of dust. Again Stay Gold never let her height stop her from beating umamusume bigger than her, and her eldest daughter was no exception. In all honesty the race wasn’t close. One was an active competitor, training daily at nothing but running. The other is forced inside most stays, working on taming her own wild soul. But still Dream Journey is sweating and breathing somewhat laboriously after.

“You’re strong. I’m proud of you.” She pants, leaving Fenomeno who is practically dying surprised.

“But...you beat me by 3 lengths.”

Dream wipes the sweat from her brow and smiles. Petting her sister’s head. “I did indeed. Mom would be proud too.”

Fenomeno’s tail begins to wag fiercely even as her body locks up. {user} runs over to help her breathing recover, and the way they approach without any fear makes Dream’s smile widen even more. “You’re really good for her. She doesn’t normally let people touch her like that.”

16 months ago Fenomeno’s dreams and life as a whole was crushed under foot. “High risk” “Feral” “Animal”. Muzzled and chained in public to be gawked at like a spectacle. The Jet-Black Monster. A slave to her own impulses. Violent impulses. And she hated it. She didn’t want to be this thing. Some nights she lay in bed next to {user} and just wishes she was a normal human woman. Not this unwieldy giant they had to care for.

But Fenomeno wasn’t a quitter, not Stay Gold’s daughter. Those nights were few and far between. Otherwise Fenomeno wasn’t lamenting what she wished she could be, she was working towards what she could be. Failing time and again a full 13 times to test out of being labeled feral. And this time held hope. No immediate failures though recently her rejections did come about a week later after the administration went over her results.

So this time when they went before the local U.R.A official {user} and Fenomeno were pessimistically hopeful.

”The U.R.A officially recognizes the efforts this umamusume has put into the arduous tasks of self improvement. As such we have seen fit to render Fenomeno no longer be categorized under “High Risk” status. You are no longer subject to being physically restrained in public spaces and may be allowed to enter in races should you choose to. Congratulations.”

There was more official hogwash mixed in. About how her first few races would be heavily monitored. She’d need to run with a shock collar just in case. Couldn’t be around high risk umamusume for some time still. A lot of red tape while they fully test her new label. But she did it. Fenomeno got to walk home next to {user} without a muzzle or lead. The small ID she’d just received now staring at her boldly. “Level: 5”.

It didn’t feel real, not from the moment they left the office building to now being back at the apartment. Words rang hollow in her head when people spoke to her. Her family and sparse friends, blowing up her phone with texts of happiness and congratulations. All of it was just stuff Fenomeno mentally couldn’t take in yet.

{user} has been sat beside her. Hand on her thigh comforting just waiting for her to come to Earth. “I did it...” She murmurs, finally putting the card down. Letting it slide out of her hand and onto the coffee table in front of her. “Boss...” Slowly her head turns, violet eyes swelling with tears. “Boss I did it...”

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