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Maselkov had spent most of his day with some friends in the city, playing card games and listening to music as they hung out, enjoying his day off for the weekend. He usually spent most of his time on his own but today he made an effort to hang out with some of his friends. Once the party was all said and done though, he left and returned home, sighing in relief at being alone again as he soared through the sky, looking around at some other feral dragons flying around him. His mind drifted as he flew, thinking about the anthros that lived in the city as well. 'I guess it would be a little weird to see anthros flying around up here in the sky like us ferals... some anthros with wings don't even have wings big enough to fly anyways. That's what the streets are for.'

_ _Living in a city full of anthros and ferals though often caused controversy, the anthros acting as if they were superior to the ferals, claiming that because they looked almost identical to the wild ferals outside the city that they weren't as smart or shouldn't be treated with the same respect that anthros got. In all honesty Maselkov didn't see the point in arguing about it. He wasn't the type to try and fight with someone, he was more of a dragon who would listen or just try to co-exist with the anthros. He spent most of his time inside his own house anyways, so it wasn't like he had to deal with anthros talking down to him like that all the time.

He pondered all this, thinking about the forest outside the city, glancing up at the sunny sky, just now realizing how beautiful of a day it was. "I should go on a walk... It'd be nice and relaxing, plus I'd love to feel the water over my scales again... God it feels nice."_ _There was a trail he typically liked to follow to a waterfall by the mountain overlooking the city, weighing if he wanted to spend the rest of his day walking.

It was then that something else hit him though, remembering the pony hunters that would catch wild dragons in the forest and turn them into docile ponies. These ferals out in the wild couldn't think as the ferals in the city could, they were purely animals and since there had been some killings in the past with the wild ferals, the anthros and ferals of the city decided to make a pony training program. Every spring and fall the pony hunters would go out into the forest for about a month and hunt down wild ferals, hoping to one day eliminate all the wild and dangerous dragons so that the forest would be safer for them. In return, they trained the dragons and turned them into obedient ponies, using them for pulling carts and helping out where needed. They typically hunted in a certain area each hunting season, warning the city that for the month in Spring or Fall that the specific area would be used as a hunting ground for the current month.

Of course, not everyone agreed with the training of wild ferals. Some claimed that while they may be dumber, the ferals of the city did originate from them, meaning that if they could find the source to how they all gained sentience then maybe they could give the animals in the wild that same sentience instead of turning them into ponies for them. It was all an on-going conflict but it seemed that things would stay the same for a long time before anything changed.

Maselkov looked back over all the trees, watching as brown and yellow leaves sprinkled the ground in one of the local parks, looking over to the perimeter of the city, surrounded by the trees where the ferals roamed. _'Well, it said that on the news they would be hunting in the mountains this fall so as long as I don't venture past the valley below the mountain range then I should be fine.' _The waterfall did come from the mountain, but as long as he didn't exit the treeline and up into the mountain range then he'd be alright.

With a sigh and a nod of acceptance, he descended down to the apartment, flaring his wings before he hit the ground running, slowing down to a trot as he came to a stop in front of the building. He stood there for a moment, his golden eyes looking over the tree at the end of the road marking where The Wilds really began. There weren't any gates or anything blocking the city off from The Wilds since most animals, whether they were dumb or not, knew better than to stray close to the city and usually lived much further within their own territory.

Maselkov flicked his tail, pondering exactly what he wanted to do one last time, glancing back at the building and up to the window where he lived, thinking of spending the evening relaxing in the confines of his house. _'God, I'd love to just lie down and sleep today... But taking a walk would help to ease my mind after hanging out with my friends... It's not like I'll be hiking with someone anyway, so I'll still get time to myself.' _He let out a breath, "Yeah, I think I'd like that..." and walked towards the forest, feeling as the rough concrete road turned to grass, following his usual route towards the waterfall on the side of the mountain.

It really was quite beautiful this time of year, watching the yellow and orange leaves fall onto the ground around him, the sun casting its rays through the trees, making the forest look magical. The chirps of nearby birds filled his ears as well as the sound of a nearby stream trickling over the pebbles further down into the valley. The waterfall he was headed to cascading down into the valley and he often liked to take a dip in the water himself whenever he was alone. Something about the feeling of water running over his scales seemed to wash his fears away and he knew he would love that about now.

After about thirty minutes of walking he finally came up to a break in the trees, admiring how it opened up to reveal the vast valley dipping down into the landscape below the mountain, the rocky cliffs turning into grassy hills and then trees, waterfalls crashing down into the valley below. He thought back to how breathtaking it had been when he once caught the sun lowering behind the mountain top, the glow around the edges of the rocky formation as the moon rose. "Eh, I'll come back later..."

_ _The descent into the valley took about an hour or so, the roaring of the waterfall drawing Maselkov out of his thoughts as he neared the mountain's edge. He was hit with a soft spray of mist as he pressed out of the trees and into the rocky clearing, watching as the waterfall fell down and splashed into a shallow pool of water before him, rushing down into an underground tunnel within the mountain. He closed his eyes as he reached the edge of the pool, sitting on his haunches and wrapping his tail around his talons as he relished the water misting his face, letting his tension in his mind go. He glanced around for a moment, letting out a long sigh when he finally felt alone.

_ _He then slowly got back up, flexing his claws as he took a step into the water. "Hmm, it sure is colder than usual... I suppose that's probably because the weather's getting colder..." The water lapped over his thighs as he walked into the pool, treading closer to the edge of the mountain slowly. He narrowed his eyes to shield them from the water, his stance firm as he walked right up to the wall of water pouring down. This waterfall was actually quite small compared to some of the others ones that fell into the valley, which meant that he could go under it and wash without having to worry about getting pulled off his feet by the water crashing down. He often chose this waterfall when he wanted to swim, otherwise, there was another one nearby that was more for the looks.

He then slowly dipped his head forward, the water parting over his black muzzle, closing his eyes as it began dripping down his neck and over his purple frills going down the back of his body. He let out a soft trill as the water began spreading over the rest of his body, turning sideways under it so it could fall over his back as well as his head, the water spilling over his forelegs and hips, the purple glow to his scales and paws making the water glow slightly purple around his feet. He also shivered as the cold water covered every inch of him, letting out a huff as some of the water trickled between his hind legs and over his slit, not caring what anyone else thought since he was alone.He snorted, focusing on thr water rather than the thing between his legs, promising to deal with that later. He let out a soft rurr, turning around a few times before lying down under the waterfall with his head facing the forest, his whole body submerged while he kept his head raised above the water.

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Maselkov took his time, lying down and washing himself off in the water, the coldness of the water seeming to cleanse his worries even more than usual as he took one long stretch under the water. He arched his tail up high, yawning to reveal his purple maw, his wings flaring out to their full size as the water enveloped his form. Then, with a drawn-out yawn, he composed himself again, stretching his neck a little before regretfully having to get out of the water. He gave himself a good shake to try and dry off, flaring his wings and flapping them for a moment to try and air dry himself before pulling them back to his side and gazing up between the canopy of trees above him. "Perfect! I should be able to make it back for the sunset then." He then began walking through the forest again, feeling the cool grass under his paws as he trudged back up the valley, the crashing of the waterfall fading to a dull hum behind him as he continued onwards.

He was only halfway out of the valley before he stopped in his tracks, noticing the pounding of paws against the ground not too far away, widening his eyes as he stumbled backward in shock, a brown feral dragon jumping out of the bushes and dashing past him. For a moment Maselkov thought it was after him and just stood there in fear as he tried to think of what to do, but it was only a few moments after that 3 other dragons came racing after the first, their pawsteps thundering down into the valley. Maselkov also noticed that there was a black dragon with similar purple markings, causing him to watch him leave as they disappeared behind the bushes and trees."Damnit! Where the hell did they come from?"

_ It was then that his head shot up, a chill going down his spine as he realized just what had happened. _'Wait... Ferals, this far into the valley? If they weren't after me... Then what were they running from?' _He felt his heart drop, the realization of his situation kicking in to slow, a sharp stab in his hind leg causing him to roar out in pain, stumbling away and falling onto his back as he looked back at it. He could feel the needle piercing past his scales into his flesh, his leg quickly going numb as he tried to reach back and pry it out with his teeth. _'No... It's a fucking hunters dart! They think... they...' _He tried not to think about it, gripping his teeth around the bottom of the dart before pulling it out and spit it onto the ground. It was then that, as he tried to stand up, he found his body not responding, laying on his side as he slowly felt his head lowering onto the forest floor, his eyes wide in terror as his heart raced. _'No! I'm not a wild feral... I'm...'

_ _But even his mind began to slowly fade away, his eyes closing as he watched two anthros rush out from the bushes, both of them skidding to a stop as they saw Maselkov lying on the ground. He couldn't hear them very well, but as they drew closer he was able to faintly make out some of their words.

"Fuck! I can't believe we lost the pack of them! Dammit, Kiersha."

"Well, at least we got one of them!"

There was a low growl from the anthro, followed by a dull thud as he stomped his foot, "Well, fuck me I guess... Fine, I guess one feral is better than nothing. Let's just hope Miran isn' pissed with us only bringing back one..."

Maselkov tried to open his mouth to say something, anything to let them know he wasn't just a wild feral, but he wasn't in control of his body anymore and he only lasted a few more seconds before he felt their paws on his body and his everything faded to black.

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The sound of a latch squeaking closed woke Maselkov from his slumber, his body numb as he fluttered open his eyes, regaining his senses. He felt something soft under his body, taking in a deep breath before catching the scent of another dragon nearby. No, multiple dragon scents. _'What the hell...' _He thought drearily, trying to open his maw to yawn, letting the dim light display his surroundings. It was then that he felt a tight grip around his muzzle, something hard cold between his jaws, gazing in horror at his muzzle, a tight leather strap wrapped around it. It was then that he began to feel the harness around his head, the bit in his mouth connected to the bridle in a very uncomfortable position.

His heart began to race in fear, lifting a paw to try and tear the harness off only to hit himself in the head with something hard and flat. He yelped in pain, his head pounding as he looked over himself, instantly remembering what had happened the day before.

His paws were wrapped in leather hooves, extending up to his thighs, a simple padlock hanging on the end of a buckle to prevent them from coming loose. He grimaced, clenching his claws as he looked between his legs at the large metal place covering his crotch, a buckle connecting it to a leather strap wrapped around his waist and around the base of his tail, sealing his member deeply inside with another lock. He then found three thick, long leather straps wrapping around his back, forcing his wings to his sides, buckles tightened so that he couldn't move them an inch. He tried stretching them, trying to also flex his claws but found himself unable to do either, whimpering once more as he looked around.

He was in some sort of pen, the barn oddly quiet other than the sound of birds singing from outside the entrance. Hay covered the ground, the small room empty for him to move around in the little space he could. _'No... No, why am I here? Is this the... pony training facility?!' _He thought back to what happened, the group of wild dragon racing by, the hunters shooting him, making him blackout.He growled in his silenced state, fear in the back of his mind, enraged that someone would have the balls to bind him and put him in chastity like he was an animal!

He stood up, wobbling for a moment on his hooves, grunting in annoyance as awkwardly walked over to the gate, trying to find the latch. The door to the pen reached all the way up to his chin, letting him barely see over the edge, noticing a wolf anthro walking towards the entrance, open to the outside. It seemed like they were in a forest, tall trees keeping watch outside, the echoing of birdsong reaching his ears once again.

He tried calling for the anthro only to realize once again that he couldn't speak. Instead, he turned around and slammed the pen door with his tail, letting out another muffled yelp as he only now realized how thick the wood was, his tail instantly pounding.'God damnit!' He paused, ears perking up as he listened for movement past the door, hoping he hadn't heard him. He then peered his head back over the door, glaring as the lone anthro looked back at him, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, a satchel around his waist.

"You're up! Perfect, we have a lot to get done tod-"

Maselkov interrupted him with a low growl, pulling his ears back to try and look intimidating despite the muzzle around his snout. The anthro frowned at him, narrowing his eyes slightly from where he still stood. "Hey, no growling! I know you're in a new place, but you'll like it eventually! Just calm down, boy."

The wolf then reached up to grab something from the rack of tools on the wall of the barn, pulling off a short whip fixing it in his right hand before slowly approaching him, reaching out his left hand to him as if to feel his snout and calm him! Maselkov obviously growled louder, thwacking his tail against the pen wall. _'I'm not an animal or horse! Look at me! Can't you see I'm different?' _He tried mumbling it through his muzzle for a moment only to yelp as the anthro whipped his snout, causing Maselkov to recoil in shock, backing up to the far wall in his small enclosure.

The anthro then let out a growl of his own, "No! Bad!" He then paused for a moment, leaving Maselkov to think to himself. _'Okay, well let's think about this logically. They think they captured a wild feral, right? What can I do to convince him I'm not one? I can't talk or use my paws...' _Maselkov took a deep breath, recovering himself as he brought himself to the gate again, looking over at the anthro only about five feet away. He then looked into his eyes, letting out muffled sounds as he tried to form some sort of an intelligent signal but quickly received another whip to the snout, throwing his patience out the window, causing him to growl loudly, slamming a paw against the pen.

"No! Ponies are silent and only respond when commanded to. I hoped you would be more obedient than this, but that's fine." He then mumbled to himself, walking back to the entrance and hanging the whip back up on its rack, "I'll go get your trainer then. She'll know what to do." And without another word he left around the corner, venturing down some path that no doubt led to other barns like this one.

Maselkov slammed his tail against the wall again, rumbling in anger and frustration, a spark of fear slowly burning in the back of his mind, causing him to turn around and look back over the pen. _'Fuck... No. Okay, this can't be real. I'm not a wild feral, they should be able to tell that right? If I could just talk they would know!' _He pressed his paws- no, hooves into the hay, the alien realization that he couldn't feel anything under his talons anymore making his heart start to race. He then turned himself over onto his back, laying his head against the back wall so he could see if anyone entered, trying to somehow use his hooves to break off the locks on his thighs keeping them on. He tried pushing and kicking but only ended up making his leg sore as he would kick it instead of the lock.

He fumbled around the room, trying to rub his wing binders free against something, looking over his crotch as he tried to think of why they would bother putting wild animals in chastity. His thoughts were quickly interrupted though as a feminine voice rose above his thoughts from outside his pen, "He's in the second pen, isn't he?"

"Yes, Ms. Clarity. I would be cautious though, he doesn't seem very happy about us catching him."

There was a pause, the echo of birdsong still fluttering through the breeze before she spoke up again. "Give me the whip. I've dealt with many ferals like this before. He won't be any different from the others." Maselkov then fixed himself as he heard her approaching, standing up straight, his mind flashing images in his mind of what he should and shouldn't do. 'Okay... If she's trained feral before, maybe acting calm and docile will make her realize something is up... It won't help if I freak out, no matter how angry or scared I am.'

_ _He backed up as the gate slowly cracked open, wondering if he should dart out of the door while he could. He took to long to decide, the door closing behind her as Clarity stood before him, a white fox clothed in jeans and a blouse, her eyes narrowed and her whip trailing behind her as she closed the gate. Maselkov tried to keep his calm, only a few feet from her as she looked him over, feeling even more frustrated that he could somehow be forced into these restraints without his permission. Despite that he stood still, taking a deep breath as he met her eyes, dipping his head towards her. She watched him, taking note of how he reached his head towards hers, smiling before calling over the fence after a moment, "Maybe it just didn't like you! Hehe, he seems fine from over here."

_He let out a sigh of relief, moving_slightly closer, clenching his teeth around the bit in his mouth, only now realizing that he was drooling occasionally as he tried to bite back his humiliation and rage. In reaction, she thought to herself, reaching out her hand to him, her eyes turning soft with a loving smile as she approached him calmly. "It's okay, boy. I know you're scared but I promise everything will be fine. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to help you." She nodded her head along with her words, staring directly into his eyes before focusing on something else... His snout. His snout?

He knew the best thing was to be calm, he knew that if he freaked out it may ruin his chance, but his pride wouldn't let him be touched like an animal, treated like some lower beast. They wouldn't force him into that, and because of that, he drew back, shaking his head to clear his thoughts, not letting someone just as intelligent as him treat him like a dumb beast. He growled, lashing his tail once again with a slam against the wall before Clarity raised her whip, "Calm down! You don't have to be like this. I want to show love and care for you but if you keep being this way... Then I'll break you in the hard way."

She waited, holding her stance as he tried to imagine what she could possibly do that would make matters worse than it already was. He mumbled a curse in his muzzle, recoiling with a hard resounding _THWAP _on the snout. Maselkov yelped again, whimpering from the stinging pain as he backed up to the wall, fear rising up as he began to realize how defenseless he was against her, watching as she brought her leather whip again, ready to strike if necessary, "No! You will obey my commands! You are not a dragon anymore, you are a pony."

Maselkov faintly heard the other anthro's voice from over the gate, still focused on the pain coursing over his head, "I whipped him before when he started growling, but why do you whip them for even making a noise?"

She kept her gaze fixed on him, looking down at him as he lowered his head unknowingly in fear, "Think of it like this. When you train a dog something, you reward them with a treat to let them know they did well. After a while they will start to do that same thing, knowing they were rewarded when they did, which will then lead to good behavior because of that. This situation is quite the same."

"Back in the city, when ponies pull carts, they used to be loud and growled at other animals when they saw them. We think it was their feral nature, making them want to scare away other animals like they were still the alpha. Of course, we wouldn't want our ponies scaring people or creating any unnecessary drama, so instead, he taught them not to talk. Just start whipping them when they first arrive every time they talk and they will soon learn to be quiet like a proper pony." She looked down at her whip, thinking for a moment before echoing back a thought, "I know it can seem quite barbaric at first to whip them for doing something that comes so naturally to animals, but breaking wild ferals into ponies isn't exactly an easy task."

He started to frantically plea, whimpering to her, begging her to see the intelligence in him, but in the end only ended in another thick _THWAP _to his side, his breath becoming ragged as he found himself unable to think of how to escape out of this hell. He then glanced back to the gate, _'If I just run when she opens then gate then I can get out... I can probably jump over a fence or something if I'm fenced in... I can run to the city, find the place I used to work at... My co-workers would have to know it's me!' _There were so many problems with that plan though that he knew it would be extremely risky to try. He could plainly trip, finding himself unable to walk with his hooves... If he could get out of the stables then he could run to the city, but what would stop any other anthro or feral from thinking he was a runaway wild feral from the facility? They'd surely report him and have him returned back to the facility. He'd have to make it out of here and through the city just to find someone who _might _notice him.

_'I don't know if anyone would even notice if I was gone...' _He spent most of his days inside, only really leaving to get food or work. He could easily be kept here forever without anyone knowing he ever left and that scared him more than anything.

He then felt a warm hand against his snout, recoiling suddenly from the touch, whimpering quickly as he realized it was too late, another loud _THWAP _resounding around the barn. "No! I didn't want to treat you like this... You are a resilient one, aren't ya?" She then drew her whip back to her side, looking over him with a disapproving huff before returning to the gate. "I'm going to bring him to the Hoof Training station. Hand me a pair of reins, will ya?"

"I got ya!" He shouted back, already prepared with them as he handed them over the gate to her, Maselkov holding back a growl as he realized what they were.He drew his head back, not wanting to get whipped again but still trying to avoid her touch. She frowned, looking him over before moving, "Just stand still. It won't hurt." She echoed to herself, mumbling as she thought out loud, her hand landing on his muzzle again. He stared into her gaze, unsure what he could do as she reached her hand down to his chin, connecting the reins to two loops, on at the base of his neck and one at his jawline, holding the leather leash in her hand. Then, with a gentle tug, she turned towards the gate.

Maselkov, of course, refused, holding back, feeling her tight grip pull his neck forward. She stopped in her tracks, growling before tugging hard, causing the dragon to nearly trip, stumbling forward to the gate. "Come along." He regretfully followed behind, unable to get his mind off the fact that she was leading him like a pet, leash in her hand as they left the pen and entered the wide hallway inside the barn.

The rest of the floor was also covered in hay, the room holding about 5 pens on each side, some doors wide open while a few were latched closed. He was met with the distinct smell of pine as he looked out to the open entrance to the forest beyond, a long dirt path cutting through the forest with lamp posts standing in intervals on each side. The trees here were larger then he expected, making him only now wonder where they kept the training facility. 'Have they kept this in the mountains? I guess that would prevent most commoners from entering or disturbing the training process unannounced.'

_ _Clarity nodded to the wolf, "Thank you, Ravage. Is there anything else I should know about the new ponies?"

Ravage shook his head, scrunching his shoulders. "Not that I can think of. We only caught the other three earlier this morning so none of them have woken back up yet. I'll let you know though if they start acting up as this one did." He motioned to Maselkov, glaring with a glance at his body.

She tugged on his reins again, making him walk forward a step as he lightly growled from the sudden jerk, "Thank you. I'm sure he'll be fine. I wouldn't want him out in the wilds, becoming a threat to the city like other wild ponies. He just needs to be trained is all." She smiled, raising her hand for a moment as if to touch him before retrieving it, pulling him onwards and out of the barn. "Catch up with you later."

"Sounds good."

Maselkov glanced back at the barn as they left, the cool spring breeze hitting his face as he looked at the barn from the outside, noticing a large sign hanging above the entrance. _'Pony Landing. I guess this is where they must bring dragons when they capture them...' _Clarity gave him another rough tug, noticing he was distracted, forcing him to look onwards as he walked beside her, thankfully letting him walk slowly to get used to his hooves. He had no grip on the ground as he did with his claws, instead, he could only feel the pressure of his paw meeting the ground through the hoof. He still felt like he was dreaming, looking at hooves on his talons, and yet he knew there was no way he could make this up on his own.

They passed by some of the main fields and training areas as they walked, Maselkov watching as ponies like him, bound and muzzled, trotted and galloped alongside their trainer, two of them pulling a heavy-looking wooden cart behind them that they were strapped to_.He hadn't thought of exactly what the purpose was of training ponies. He spent so much time in his room that he never really saw any of the trained ones in the city. The facility had only been up for a few years so seeing two ponies carrying a cart on the streets would be a rare sight. Now though, he knew that if he couldn't find a way out, he'd be pulling one of those carts soon. _'I'll find a way to escape... Someone I can talk to or will understand me. There's no fucking way they'd train an intelligent dragon to be a pony! I'm not a wild animal.'

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_ _He spent the next few hours hooked up to a carousel, his reins wrapped around a pole held out in front of him by the wooden machine, slowly spinning, forcing him to follow behind it. The worst part of it all was that two other ponies were already here as well, walking in a circle as they growled and occasionally tugged. Or course, there was a trainer here that specifically watched the carousel and whipped them when they made any noise or tried stopping the machine. Maselkov had earned a hard whip when he first refused to be tied up, humiliation washing over him as he had to obey. Now, the machine began spinning at a more moderate pace, the anthro barking out a command at them, "Trot!"

_'Hell no! I can't let them train me to be a docile pony! I need to get out now...' _But for the moment there was no way he could escape the carousel on his own, leaving him following after the other ponies around him. He hadn't noticed till just now, but the dragon directly in front of him seemed to walk different from the others, his head held high as if he was proud to be a pony, walking with a sort of sway and rhythm to his step, trotting forward. The anthro would look over them, praising the new pony behind Maselkov as it began to trot like the one in front, whipping Maselkov once as he commanded him, "Trot!"

Maselkov received many whips from this, rumbling and resisting before finally deciding to obey, not wanting any more of the pain. He couldn't believe how embarrassing it was to be seen in front of an anthro, hooked up like the two other wild animals, learning to walk as if he was supposed to be a dumb pony and yet that seemed that was all he was to them now. He would trot for a moment, watching the ponies hooves in front of him before following the pattern, eventually learning how they wanted to him to walk at this sort of pace. He lifted a paw up and then almost made a little hop to the others, feeling so stupid acting like a horse, the bit in his mouth causing him to drool onto the ground as he walked, feeling his wings still confined, hiding his draconic identity, making his once regal and glorious wings now into items that only needed to be bound.

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They stayed like this for a few hours longer until his hooves- no, paws! He wouldn't refer to himself as if he was a pony! Still, nonetheless, he trotted and galloped until the carousel finally stopped, the trainer praising the other two horses before glaring at him, mentioning that he should tell Clarity about his disobedience to be trained. Maselkov couldn't think of what else she could do to him to make things worse, but he most certainly didn't want to find out. Instead of returning back to his pen though, he led him to a large group of dragons in the middle of the facility, most of the place outside with grass except for a few barns and houses for the trainers to live in.

There were too many dragons to count here, maybe 20... 30? He honestly couldn't tell, but they all were tied up like him, congregating together at the trainers' orders, forced to follow an anthro that walked in front of them. Another stood behind with a whip, ready to punish any of them for slacking if needed.

Maselkov rubbed against scales as he walked, bumping into the wild ferals accidentally, the ponies trotting occasionally like they were taught, making Maselkov whimper slightly in fear. _'Why is this happening to me? They really think... I'm just an animal...' _The dragons beside him sure looked wild, no intelligence in them as they walked forwards, some rumbling or pausing to growl at the anthro behind before being whipped and falling into place again. Maselkov even let out a muffled yelp as he felt a nose prod under his tail, jumping forward before looking back at a large red drake, bound like him, sniffing his crotch for a moment before he could move away. _'Oh my god, he sniffed me... Shit. No no no... This is so wrong...' _He moved around the group, hoping to get away from him only to notice that some other dragons were doing the same things, sniffing under each other's tails occasionally. One male even tried jumping onto a female, dry humping her for a second before earning two hard whips from the anthro behind. "Bad pony! You'll get your breeding session tomorrow if you're good."

_'Bre-breeding session? Oh no... Are they holding off on letting dragons-' _It then hit him, looking down at his crotch as he realized what it was for. _'They're trying to keep them from breeding with each other... But then, are they using that to somehow persuade them to obey as well?' _He could only assume that they were let out of their belts whenever they had this 'breeding session', but would that really teach them to obey? Could they put together two and two, that obeying meant you were allowed to breed? _'If it even works that way. Besides, I'll find a way out of here before then...' _He grimaced at himself, feeling his member harden slightly at the vile thought, shaking his head before continuing on.

As they walked through the forest, down the dirt trail, a group of both anthros and ferals stopped nearby to watch the herd of them walk by, guided towards wherever they were going. Maselkov could feel the gaze of the tourists burning into him, feeling humiliated, his bindings reminding him how hopeless he was, just another one of the pack brought along. He glanced over to a feral wolf, gazing into their eyes for a moment only to receive a sharp whip from the anthro in the back. "Walk!" Maselkov didn't realize he had fallen back in the group, quickly trotting forward before growling softly and walking, realizing how he instinctively trotted like the other dragons around him.

Maselkov kept his head lowered, his heart racing in fear as he tried to think of how he could escape this, listening to one of the tourists, "So, where are they taking them?"

An automotive voice spoke up, perhaps the guide, "This is about the time when they go and eat. We have a large barn set apart specifically for meals. Fun fact: The caretaker for meals actually has been here longer than the facility. He originally owned this land and built the Feeding Barn by hand, so, when someone offered to buy his property for the training grounds, he simply requested to be the one watching over the dragons in his barn. He's getting old now, but he insists on working nonetheless."

Before he knew it, distracted by the guides words and the dragons around him, he shortly found himself before a large wooden barn, two large doors held shut by a wooden beam in the front, slid between a thick ring of metal on each of the doors. The anthro in the front beckoned another to help him, both of them pulling on the wood before it began finally budging, slowly pulling it out and laying it on the ground. It was then that a new anthro approached from the side of the pack of dragons, an anthro lion wearing torn clothes, his eyes dulled as he seemed well along in his years. Despite this he walked confidently to the door of the barn, swinging it open as he held it for them to enter, "Come on, little guys!"

He began making little clicking noises with his tongue, Maselkov watching as the dragons in front began filing between the set of doors into the dimly lit shed. He on the other talon looked over his bound wing at the group of tourists, watching as they waved with sweet smiles to them, a little girl squeaking and calling out to her mother, "Mom, it looked at me! The pony with the pink feather on his head!" Maselkov paused, blinking before looking around at the other dragons, just taking into account that all the other ponies had a feather attached to their head bindings, making them look all pretty to match their bindings. He didn't see any dragon with a pink feather though so, with a gulp, he realized the feather must be his, huffing and growling softly at the thought of it.

He eeped as his rear was whipper, spurring him forward with a jump, Maselkov looking back as he unwillingly followed behind the other dragons, the anthro with the whip waving to the lion with a nod. He didn't say anything though, just gave him a few hand signals to which he responded. Then, as the old anthro stepped inside the anthros outside slowly shut the doors behind them, a loud wooden scraping coming from the other side. Maselkov took this time to look around the room, familiar hay covering the room, small lanterns hung from the side of the walls along with some sort of metal tables in the middle of the room. It was only after a few dragons walked over and tried leaning over the table, dipping their muzzled heads inside that he widened his eyes, his heart racing again, 'Wait, are those... troughs? No... I'm not going to eat from that. I'm a fucking dragon that can think!'

_ It was then that, as the lion began undoing the muzzles of dragons, that an idea hit him, smiling lightly as he looked at the old anthro, _'Wait a minute, he's taking off our muzzles to eat... Fuck, I CAN TALK TO HIM THEN! He'll have to let me go once he hears I can talk!' _He breathed a sigh of relief, instantly running up to the other dragons trying to get their muzzles off. All he had to do was get the anthro to get the bit out and he'd be able to speak, show him there was a mistake and he'd be released... and yet, there was something within him that felt like it would be too easy. _'Well, what could go wrong? He's literally going to let me be able to talk. Just say something, anything and he'll know! I really don't think they realize they've captured a smart feral... Right?'

_ _It felt like forever before the anthro leaned down to undo his muzzle and gag, Maselkov flicking his tail madly as he thought about what to say, sighing as the tight strap around his muzzle was undone. Then, after another moment, he finally pulled out the bit, Maselkov not wasting a moment before staring up into his eyes wildly, nearly yelling in his face, "Fuck, yes! Look, look at me! I'm not stupid, I'm not a dumb animal!" He hadn't realized how excited and fearful he was, nearly pushing the man over as he backed up to the wall, watching Maselkov with a heavy glare.

"No growling! I know you're new, and I don't want to hurt you. Just eat." He leaned over to the wall, Maselkov following his hand as he pulled off a whip from a hook by the door, blinking in shock as he spoke again.

"Wait... No, look at me. I'm not growling, I'm talking right now! Can't you hear me?!" He backed up as the anthro approached him with the whip, terror coursing through him as he tried to understand what was happening. The lion didn't react at all to his words, making Maselkov wonder how the hell he wasn't talking. _'But no, there's no way they could make me think I'm talking... make me unable to be understood by others... That's something you'd see in a movie, not in real life.' _Yet, it seemed like every word he said meant nothing, the lion standing before him with his whip raised, as if challenging him.

"Stop!" He paused for a moment before Maselkov, watching him closely for any reaction. It was only then that he heard other growls from the room, another dragon behind them by the door growling directly at the anthro. The lion made no moves towards the other growl though, no reaction at all to the other dragon until he followed Maselkov's gaze, instantly changing his stance as he saw the other dragon bent over into what would have been an intimidating position if he wasn't bound up. The anthro glanced back at Maselkov, glaring once, "Go eat, pony. I don't want to say it again." And then walked over to the other dragon.

Maselkov had thought of the idea for a moment, just a brief moment as he watched the anthro before, wishing it weren't true... that maybe, even if they could hear him and they were somehow capturing dragons and making them unable to speak knowingly, that he could find someone who would feel sympathy for him and let him go... But when he didn't react to the growling until he saw it himself Maselkov pieced it together, whimpering as his only chance of escape, once so certain, was ripped from himself, "He's deaf, isn't he? No... No no no no!"

He tried looking around for any sort of escape. He could easily outrun this one old man but there wasn't any way out except for a hole in the roof above, letting light cascade onto the troughs as the dragons began eating quite noisily, just like a wild animal would. There was only one floor, no windows on the side to try and jump out, meaning the only escape was the door they came from. His hooves would most likely trip him up anyways even if he tried to run, but what was he supposed to do for now? Eat with the animals? Was this the only food they'd ever feed him? He didn't want to look, but he couldn't deny how his chest panged with hunger at the thought of food, even in a circumstance like this, feeling hot in the face as he pressed between two drakes who huffed and snorted.

Inside the metal troughs were something like oats, bits and pieces of nuts and grain piled up and over each other. Even a few bits of carrots were spruced throughout, causing Maselkov to ponder. _'Damn... well, at least it's not like straight hay or something, but still... this is horse feed. I can't just... bend over and eat it. But what else am I gonna eat? Do we get three meals or... do we eat once a day?' _No matter how much he wanted to deny himself, backing up only to receive a whip from the anthro as he watched Maselkov try to neglect his meal, he knew he had to eat something. He could eat this, he ate peanuts and carrots before, but like this? "Fuck..." He huffed, feeling slightly sick and yet felt something stir between his legs oddly, leaning his muzzle over the metal, slowly dipping his head down into the trough, breathing hard as the hot breath of other animals wafted over him, bumping their snouts with him as they all ate from similar troughs.

With a soft whimper, he stuck out his tongue, touching the grains before scooping some into his maw, looking just like the other animals, feeding together. The food was surprisingly normal, maybe a little more dull of taste, but it almost tasted like nuts and carrots he'd eat back at home which made it worse. This wouldn't become a normal thing for him, he was just playing along until he found a way out. Sure, this man couldn't hear but there had to be a way to escape...

He then looked around the room, taking a deep breath as he wondered if he should just give in. _'No one's going to watch me except this old man... God, why is this so embarrassing and yet... oddly hot? Shit, no... Let's just eat... He thinks I'm an animal so it can't hurt to act like one, right? Aren't I supposed to play along?' _He tried reasoning with himself, leaning down again as he began eating with the others, bumping noses with them as they ate, looking at how bound up they all were, huffing as he watched himself eat the horse feed, wondering for a moment if he'd be stuck here forever.

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After eating and then drinking from another identical trough, they were returned to their pens for the night, an anthro taking his rein as he was brought back to the barn he woke up in. After locking him inside his pen his trainer Clarity arrived, listening to the anthro that led him around about his disobedient behavior. She spent a few minutes scolding Maselkov, giving him a firm whip on the snout before leaving, chuckling to herself as she promised he'd learn to be more obedient by the end of tomorrow night.

All this time he still couldn't believe what had happened to him, the bit in his mouth along with the muzzle, longing that freedom to breathe easily once again like in the Feeding Barn. After about an hour of pacing, trying to think of an escape, he found himself becoming tired, worn out from panicking as he lowered himself to the ground, curling his tail around himself on the hay. He looked between his legs at the chastity, growling softly, knowing how he usually got off before he slept, rubbing his tail between his legs only to feel the cool metal that locked his cock inside his slit. He moaned softly, gazing at his bindings, so conflicted, filled with anger and fear and arousal and confusion and... 'What am I supposed to do? This can't be it... I've gotta get out of here...'

He spent the rest of the night squirming, having trouble sleeping on the hay that seemed to poke at his scales, knowing he was locked in a pen and bound like the other ponies that occasionally would pull carts around on the streets. _'I'm going to be one of them, aren't I?' _All of this kept him awake until the sun started rising, finally forcing himself to lay still and get whatever rest he could to try and think of an escape plan in the morning.

The morning came much too quickly, his door creaking open as he blinked, opening his eyes while he tried to make sense of where he was again, whimpering as he found himself bound, knowing it wasn't a dream like he hoped it had been. Clarity stood before him, whip in her paw as she glared down at him, talking to him like a dog, "Bloom, come here! Today's a big day! Do you know why? Hmm?" She waited for a moment, watching as Maselkov forced himself to stand before her, a deep aching between his legs as his morning wood pressed roughly against its metal cage. _'Wait... Bloom? Did she just give me a name? Why that name?' _She continued, "Eh, you'll find out soon enough. Follow me, big boy!" She then grabbed his reins, giving him a rough tug to wake him up, slipping on his paws as he forgot about them, the lack of claws causing him to fall face-first onto the ground, yelping in the muzzle. "Get up!" He growled softly only to lower his head instantly in submission as she raised her whip, begging for her to spare him the pain. She smiled, watching as he went silent, petting his head and the feather as well, "Good boy."

They spent the next fifteen minutes walking along the dirt path, wondering and fearing what this 'breeding session' really was. Clarity had mentioned punishing him in some way and he didn't want to imagine what she might have in mind, especially today when it seemed all the animals would be let out of chastity. A few other dragons converged on the path with him, the females knowingly raising their tails a little higher as they walked as if to spur on the males that followed beside them, huffing through their muzzles. Maselkov shivered as one male looked over at him, his dark brown eyes boring into his for a moment, pulling his tail in close as the male glanced at his rear. _'No. God, I hope they separate me from him.' _Maselkov most certainly preferred females and there was no way he'd let a male, a DUMB FERAL even think that he could mate a sentient dragon like him.

He was met with a potent stench of musk as he approached a large open field, gated off with large wooden fences to keep the dragons in, gaps between the bars to let the anthros watch from the outside. When they approached the entrance, His heart began to race as he watched pairs of wild dragons rutting in the field, males pounding the females below them, eager to get the pleasure they'd be desiring for the last two weeks. He felt his cock stir within his slit, almost backing up as he tried to think fo what to do. _'Hell no. No, no I'm not going in there. I don't care if it's a female, I won't fuck a dumb feral! I'm not an animal...' _He continued saying these things to himself until they reached the entrance, both genders entering the same field after having their chastity belts undone and let inside by the anthros.

Clarity left him with the other ponies, talking to the anthro who stood before the entrance, pointing to each feral before undoing their belt and letting them in. It was only once he finally approached the anthro that he realized just what his trainer had planned out for him, watching as she grabbed a pair of metal cuffs with a short link of chains between them. "Now, this is our new pony, Bloom! I named him that because, well, he still has to be trained..." The anthro nodded to her, smiling with a funny giggle before giving Maselkov's rump a soft pat, "But I'm sure that it won't take long for her to 'Bloom' into the pony he's meant to be. Isn't that right?" She bent over to Maselkov, letting her hand rub along the side of his belt, "I don't want to do this to you, but it seems stupid ferals like you can only learn things the hard way... So be it, but don't come begging me for release once it's over."

She quickly attached the cuffs to his front paws and only his front paws, his balance slightly offset as he was pulled and pushed into the large field, a new anthro taking his reign as he was brought inside. He pulled back roughly for a moment, his need causing him to muffle out his thoughts unsuccessfully, _'Wait, you didn't take my belt off. Please... I mean, I can just use my tail on myself if needed...' _They, of course, didn't understand him and only closed the gate, leaving the cold belt against his crotch, his member throbbing as he was met with the sight before him.

It was too much, groans and growls of animals breeding all around him, his eyes scanning them as they fucked on the ground and against the trees scattered throughout the enclosed field. The sounds and smells of dragons in heat instantly caused his arousal to rise, pulling back slightly as an anthro pulled him further inside the field of horny beasts, speaking aloud, "You shouldn't have been disobedient... I'll find someone to put you in your place..." Maselkov blinked, looking up at him as he nearly stumbled, the hobble chains and hooves making walking that much more difficult. None of the other dragons were lead along like he was, all of them free to roam the field to mate with whomever they chose. He noticed a female dragoness approaching them, light blue scales, her eyes blinking at him, her heat easily smelt as he tried to growl when his cock jumped at the scent. The anthro leading him though pushed her back, raising his whip slightly to scare off the female, "No! Get! He needs to be taught a lesson, not rewarded."

_'Shit. Shit. SHIT. No, he can't mean what I think he means...' _And yet within only moments, the anthro stopped, pulling Maselkov forcefully to his side, pointing to a dark green dragon before them, "There we go. Doesn't look like this one has found a mating partner yet..." Maselkov whimpered, pulling back roughly as the male looked his way, blinking before seemingly taking in a large whiff of his scent before approaching. The anthro gave Maselkov's rump a hard whip, growling back, "Behave yourself! This is your punishment. You've been a bad pony!"

He then stood to the side, holding the end of the leash to give the two of them room. Maselkov shivered, still pulling softly against his reigns, watching as the male sniffed him, thwapping his tail on the ground once. Maselkov let out a muffled yelp as the bigger male suddenly pressed his snout between his legs, rubbing his also bound muzzle against the belt, taking in another loud whiff of his stench, Maselkov knowing how horny he must smell now that he was forced into this, watching other dragons out of their belts, breeding with passion while he was kept caged.

The dragon growled softly, giving Maselkov's chest a lick before suddenly pushing his snout up to his ass from behind, a hot, wet tongue lapping at his tail hole. He flinched, pressing his back legs together, trying to get the male off him while he softly moaned as his tongue pressed slightly into his rear, rimming him before drawing back, growling louder with a loud wham of his tail against the ground. It was then that the anthro spoke up, letting go of his reigns with a smile, "Okay, good. Looks like he's interested. I'll just let you do the rest then big guy?" He chuckled, looking at the green dragon who began eyeing Maselkov down like prey, the anthro watching as Maselkov began instantly stumbling away.

_'NO! I'M NOT AN ANIMAL AND I WON'T BE FUCKED LIKE ONE... I won't...' _Despite his thoughts though he quickly tripped over his own paws with the chains on, falling onto his face, his forelegs under his belly on the ground, his heart pounding before feeling a large weight on the back of his neck, that force quickly met with a sharp pain of teeth softly biting into him. Maselkov couldn't look back but he sure as hell struggled, every part of him that wanted to deny his new spot as an animal fighting back, squirming and whimpering through the muzzle, trying to throw off the wild animal that intended to use him. He cried out, looking at the anthro over his bound wing to try and get him to take the male off him but he only looked on and smiled for a moment before walking back to the gate, clearly having finished his job.

His focus suddenly shifted to the tip of the dragons dick pressing into his ass, the bit of pre leaking on his end and the saliva from his tongue lubing his hole up enough to make a quick entrance whether he liked it or not. _'FUCK, I'm in a breeding position! HELL NO! This isn't happening, this isn't happening... Huh... ahhh... No...' _Yet no matter how much he tried to close his eyes and imagine it was all a bad dream, he could clearly feel the first deep thrust, the green dragon's member hitting his prostate hard, Maselkov arching his back unwillingly in pleasure as he blinked in humiliation.

He stood there for what felt like hours, shivering in disgust and bliss, so confused and scared as anthros and other male ferals watched the green drake mate him forcefully into the ground, rutting him just like any other animal would. Maselkov whimpered loudly when he eventually felt the dragon cum, filling his ass like he would fill a female, so humiliated that he was unable to stop him from breeding him. Even though he hated it, even though he felt so horrible and cried through it all... He couldn't deny how horny it made him, how good it felt for something to rub up against his prostate. He'd never felt pleasure like that before but from a wild feral? He felt so low, so horribly worthless that he was able to be bound and forcefully bred by just a mere feral dragon, feeling like a... slut? No, no he wasn't that... and yet part of him couldn't help but moan at the thought of it, no matter how wrong or dark it sounded. He knew it was just his cock talking because of how horny he was, but he couldn't resist the thoughts, laying in his pen once again at the end of the day, imagining what it was like when the drake fucked him, grinding against his prostate, unable to cum.

It went like this for a few more weeks until he finally broke, his arousal and need growing every day until he obeyed Clarity and all the anthro's words, knowing that if he was an obedient pony that maybe, maybe they'd let him out of chastity at the next breeding session. They were pleasantly surprised when Maselkov willingly broke down into the pony they wanted him to be, giving him pets and treats to reward him for the time being. Clarity, on the other hand, wasn't shocked at all to see he had broken in, letting him out of chastity like the others at the end of the two weeks to reward him.

When he looked out on the field this time though, he saw something different. He didn't think of them like wild ferals, he merely saw them like himself, giving in to the thought of being a pet and being accepted as only that, his arousal in it all driving him forward. He even rejected a female that presented herself to him, his thoughts about the green drake rutting him before causing his own natural instincts to take over as he found a male, simply turning around and presenting himself to them, his hardened and needy cock dripping between his legs, the air on his crotch so unfamiliar to Maselkov and so alien that he almost felt out of place. The males that day could smell how horny Maselkov was and in reaction quickly began taking their turns on his body, rutting him and forcing him below them as they simply used him like the hole they needed to orgasm, humping his body like a dog.

He'd forgotten how good an orgasm felt as well, his body trembling as he collapsed beneath the drakes above him, shivering in pleasure as the dragon grinding against his prostate became enough to cum from, biting hard onto the bit in his mouth as he spurted forth his hot cream, heavy streams spilling onto the grass below him and onto his chest and neck, bent over like before, feeling the male above orgasm as well in reaction, filling him deeply with his spunk, Maselkov completely given in to his animal side as he tongue lolled out in bliss, tied together for a moment with the dragon's knot inside his hole.

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Months went by rather quickly and by the time that he began pulling carts, strapped to them along with another pony, he naturally obeyed and followed the commands of the anthros on the carts behind them, flicking their reigns to spur them onwards when needed. Maselkov still faintly remembered his former life, trying to imagine what he used to do when he wasn't a pony. He didn't think about it often and in fact, sometimes forgot about what his old life used to be after everything changing so drastically at once. Not that he minded anymore. He now relished in the freedom he had, to just react and be like any other animal, finding himself increasingly turned on by it daily as he happily began embracing his new life, the humiliation and degradation becoming addicting for a while before it began fading away partially as well, his once smart mind softening out into something more malleable over time, something that was thoughtless and only obeyed.

After a few more months of training, he was finally deemed ready for the market, brought to an auction with a collar around his neck reading, 'Bloom' while a price tag was attached to one of his horns to start off the bid. He looked down from the platform numbly, his sense of embarrassment seemingly faded into background noise as he saw himself as nothing more than just what the anthros had called him. A tamed pony. The anthros shouted numbers, raised cash in the air to capture him and make the pony theirs, but one voice seemed to ring out above the rest, his bid silencing the others instantly.

"Let's make that $10,000 then!" The other anthros looked over to him, Maselkov following their glances as he was brought back to his senses for the moment, watching in shock as he realized the bidder was a feral dragon-like himself but twice his size, a large maroon drake eyeing him down with a glint in his eye, a scar along his neck. He spoke again, "I put $10,000 on him! I don't think anyone else will try to beat that, hehe..."

There was a long pause, the announcer waiting for a few moments before calling out, "Going once... going twice... Sold!" Maselkov moaned softly in his muzzle, still in his pony gear, watching with a submissive dip of his head as the announcer held his reigns and delivered him to the red drake, "Congratulations! Thank you so much for the bid, you must have really wanted him for something if you put that much money on the line."

The dragon nodded, smiling as he handed over the money, "Well, he is a very beautiful looking pony! I'd be pleasured to take him off your hands, I'm sure others will wish they had a pet as pretty as mine." He lifted Maselkov's chin with a claw, watching as the pony huffed softly at his touch, "Yes, you're just what I was looking for.~"