Chapter 1

Maeve slid into her seat in the university’s library, flipping through her notebook to prepare for the upcoming psychology exam. Even though it was still the first few weeks of the semester, Maeve was already taking her first college-level exam. College life was a different world compared to high school, but she was getting the hang of it. Balancing classes, late-night study sessions, and making new friends had left her with little time to think about anything else—except for her memories at Maplewood Farms. The world she had left behind felt both far away and strangely close, especially whenever her mind drifted back to thoughts of Pebble.

She occasionally lost herself in the memories as she thumbed through the pictures Erica had taken of her with Pebble. Both dressed in clothes and dressed as a ponygirl. There were nude pics of her working in the stables and of her training alongside Pebble.

That evening, while working through a group study session in the lounge, Maeve and her new friends took a break to chat and swap stories about their summer jobs. One friend, Lisa, had worked at an outdoor adventure park, while another had spent the summer waitressing. When it was Maeve’s turn, she hesitated. How could she sum up everything Maplewood had meant to her?

“Well,” she began carefully, “I actually worked on a farm that trained ... ponygirls. It was, um, an experience I’ll never forget.” Her friends looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and surprise, but before Maeve could even try to explain further, Alex, one of the quieter members of the group, looked up with a knowing smile.

“Wait a minute—you worked with ponygirls?” Alex’s eyes lit up. “I actually work at a farm an hour’s drive north of here that does the same thing! I just help with feeding and mucking out the stables, but it’s funny, right? Small world!”

Maeve blinked, surprised by the coincidence. “Seriously? Do they offer training programs there?”

Alex nodded. “Oh, totally. Our boss, Mr. Lawson, is all about doing things by the book and even offers advice on certification for trainers. You should meet him! He’s always interested in talking to people who are serious about training, especially if they have previous experience. I could set up a meeting for you if you’re interested?”

Maeve’s heart pounded with excitement. The possibility of becoming a licensed trainer had been a passing thought, but this opportunity could make it a reality. She nodded, trying to keep her eagerness in check. “That would be amazing, Alex. Do you think he’d be open to meeting next Saturday?”

“I don’t see why not,” Alex replied, pulling out her phone to send a quick message to Mr. Lawson. Within minutes, she had a response. “You’re all set! He said he’d love to meet you. He’s pretty down-to-earth, so don’t worry—just be ready to talk about what you want out of the training.”

Maeve thanked her, already envisioning the path ahead. She could barely concentrate on her studies that week as she researched certification requirements, industry standards, and training techniques. In the quiet moments between classes, her mind would drift back to Pebble. If she became a certified trainer, maybe one day she’d be able to help Pebble find freedom. She’d start by learning everything she could.

Saturday: Meeting Mr. Lawson

Saturday morning came quickly. Maeve arrived at the farm, her heart pounding as she took in the sprawling fields and paddocks. Though this place was new, less than a decade old from what Alex told her, the setup felt familiar. She found herself smiling at the sight of ponygirls training under the watchful eyes of their handlers. A young woman with short, cropped hair waved her over.

“Maeve, right? Mr. Lawson is waiting for you in the main office. Follow me,” she said, leading Maeve down a path lined with paddocks.

The main office was a cozy building that smelled of leather and coffee. Mr. Lawson stood as she entered, extending a hand with a warm smile. He was an older man, maybe in his early fifties, with a weathered look that spoke of years of experience.

“Maeve! I’m glad Alex met you. She says you have some experience working with ponygirls,” he mentioned, his voice both kind and curious.

Maeve took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, I spent the summer at Maplewood Farms back home. I learned a lot about training techniques and the discipline involved. I even went through some of the exercises myself, just to understand the process better.” She hesitated before adding, “I’ve been thinking about becoming certified as a trainer.”

Mr. Lawson leaned back, studying her with a thoughtful expression. “That’s admirable. Not everyone who works in this field is so willing to learn firsthand. At this farm, we believe in fostering trust, and I make sure my team is certified and well-trained. I’d be happy to help you with that.”

Maeve’s face lit up. “Thank you. I’m ready to learn whatever it takes.”

They discussed the certification process, covering the steps she’d need to take, including courses in animal care and training psychology. Mr. Lawson even offered her a part-time position so she could work while learning on the job. But before they ended the meeting, he added something that intrigued her.

“We also have occasional networking events here,” he explained. “Sometimes we host trainers, handlers, and even legal experts who are dedicated to ponygirl welfare. It could be a good chance for you to make connections in the field—both for your certification and ... possibly for more personal pursuits?”

Maeve’s heart skipped a beat. “That would be amazing. There’s actually someone back home who I’d love to help,” she admitted quietly.

Mr. Lawson gave her an encouraging nod. “You’re on the right path, Maeve. Training is about more than control—it’s about respect and understanding. Keep that in mind, and you’ll do well.

“Would you like a tour of the farm?” Mr. Lawson offered.

“Yes, I’d appreciate that,” Maeve responded excitedly.

“Great. I’ll call Jes and she can take you around. She’ll show you the facilities and introduce you around. By the time you get back, I’ll have the training contract ready.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lawson,” Maeve said as she rose to leave. Jes had entered the office just seconds ago.

As Maeve left the office, a renewed sense of purpose filled her. Her journey was only beginning, but now, with a plan, she felt closer than ever to reaching her goal of setting Pebble ... no, Jessica, free.

An hour later, after the tour was over, Jes returned Maeve to the office. Maeve read the short two-page contract concerning the certification training and signed it before handing it back to Mr. Lawson. He made a copy of the signed contract and gave the copy back to Maeve after stamping the word “copy” on it with a genuine rubber stamp. Maeve thanked Mr. Lawson and left. Mr. Lawson had told her to return the next Saturday to start work.

A New Start: First Saturday at Lawson Farms

The following Saturday morning arrived, already warm and bright, as Maeve parked her car outside the main office of Lawson Farms. She took a deep breath, feeling the flutter of nervous excitement in her stomach. As Maeve stepped out, she took in her surroundings, from the well-maintained paddocks to the faint, rhythmic clopping of ponygirls in training. The familiar sights and sounds put her at ease, yet the prospect of working with a new team excited her.

Maeve made her way to the main office, following the same path she walked just a week ago. Mr. Lawson was waiting at the front desk, greeting her with a warm smile as she walked in.

“Maeve! Good to see you again,” he said, standing up to shake her hand. “How was the drive?”

“Thank you! It was nice,” Maeve replied, trying to steady her nerves. “I’m really excited to get started.”

“Great! I can see that,” he said, gesturing for her to follow him into his office. The room was cozy, with wood-paneled walls lined with framed photographs of past events and awards. A large window overlooked a section of the training yard, where Maeve could see ponygirls gracefully trotting in sync.

Mr. Lawson settled into his chair and motioned for her to sit across from him. “I remember you said you spent some time at Maplewood this past summer. I actually had a conversation with Erica earlier this week. She filled me in on your experience there—working in the nude, even spending a full day as a ponygirl in training.”

Maeve felt a blush rise to her cheeks. “Oh ... well, yes,” she admitted. “Erica thought it was the best way to understand what the ponygirls go through.”

Mr. Lawson leaned forward with a nod. “It’s rare to find someone willing to go that distance just to understand the craft, especially in a place as unique as Maplewood. I admire your dedication. Erica told me you really impressed her.”

Maeve’s nervousness eased, replaced by a sense of pride. “It was challenging, but I learned a lot about trust and connection with the ponygirls.”

“That’s exactly what we look for here,” Mr. Lawson said, nodding. “Since you’re open to immersive learning, I wanted to offer you a similar experience here as part of your certification training. Pony training itself can be an effective form of exercise, as well as a unique way to learn the methods from a pony’s perspective. You could even incorporate it into your weekly routine here if you’d like.”

Maeve’s heart skipped at the suggestion. The thought of returning to that world, especially here, was both exciting and intimidating. “Thank you for the offer, Mr. Lawson. I’ll think it over.”

“Of course,” he replied, giving her an understanding nod. “It’s an option, not an obligation. You can let me know whenever you’re ready.”

Maeve nodded, remembering her time at Maplewood. “I want to understand every part of the training process, even if that meant going through some of the routines myself. I feel it’s the best way to know what the ponygirls go through.”

“That’s exactly the kind of commitment I look for here,” he said with an approving smile. “Most people think training is all about commands and control. But it’s really about understanding and respect—training doesn’t work without them.”

Maeve felt a sense of relief and validation. “That’s exactly how I feel. I want to be able to train ponygirls someday, but I want to do it in a way that’s mindful of what they need.”

Mr. Lawson leaned forward, nodding thoughtfully. “Sounds like you’ve got a good foundation already. Let’s get you acquainted with our setup here.”

As Maeve sat in Mr. Lawson’s office, she felt her excitement mix with a faint touch of nervousness. The conversation was going smoothly, but Mr. Lawson soon leaned forward, his expression shifting to something slightly more formal.

“There’s one more thing before we get started,” he said, glancing toward the door. “I’d like to have you measured. This will help us get everything prepared for your uniform and equipment.”

“Oh—sure,” Maeve replied, curious. “Where should I go?”

“Actually, right here will be fine,” he replied. “If you don’t mind, I’d ask that you remove your dress and sandals. I’ll call in our trainer, Jen, to take your measurements.”

Maeve hesitated for a moment, realizing this was part of her new beginning at Lawson Farms. After a summer spent working in only her hoof boots, she’d grown comfortable in her skin, but stripping down in an office—especially in front of Mr. Lawson—was a new challenge. With a slight nod, she slipped her sandals off and reached for the hem of her dress.

As she lifted the dress over her head, she was acutely aware of Mr. Lawson’s steady gaze. But he showed no surprise or discomfort, simply returning to his seat as Maeve pulled her dress over her head and folded it neatly on the chair beside her. She could feel a blush creeping up, but the memories of her summer at Maplewood steadied her nerves. Besides, this was just another part of the experience she had signed up for.

After a summer of using the hair removal cream her body from the neck down was still as smooth and hairless as the day she was born. Realizing that her hairless pussy was on display brought a blush to her face that reached her breasts.

Mr. Lawson pressed a button on his desk, and a moment later, the door opened. A woman in her late thirties entered, her friendly face lighting up with a welcoming smile as she carried a measuring tape and clipboard.

“Maeve, this is Jen,” Mr. Lawson introduced them. “Jen’s our head trainer here, and she’ll be getting your measurements.”

“Nice to meet you, Maeve,” Jen said with an encouraging smile, as though she were entirely used to situations like these. She moved to stand in front of Maeve, holding up the measuring tape. “Ready?”

Maeve nodded, allowing herself to relax. Maeve spread her legs shoulder-width apart and held her arms out at shoulder-height to allow Jen access to take her measurements. Jen began taking measurements—around her head, neck, breasts, waist, her hips—writing each one down on her clipboard with efficiency. Mr. Lawson looked on calmly, and Maeve’s self-consciousness began to ease. Here, it felt natural, just part of the routine.

Jen knelt to measure her inseam and then her feet. “We’ll be fitting you for some specific boots,” she said conversationally as she measured the length and arch of Maeve’s foot. “They’re custom-made for training sessions, and they’re also part of your uniform.”

Mr. Lawson gave her a nod of approval as Jen finished the final measurements. “All done, Maeve,” she said cheerfully. “I’ll get this information over to the outfitting team, and we’ll have everything ready soon.”

Maeve slipped back into her sandals and dress, feeling her confidence returning as they headed toward the training yards. Mr. Lawson turned to her as they reached the door.

“You handled that well, Maeve. It’s all part of the process, and I appreciate your professionalism,” he said, giving her a nod of approval.

He rose from his chair and led her out of the office toward the training yards. “Today, I’ll introduce you to our main training areas and walk you through some of our core techniques. You’ll see some familiar methods, but we add our own spin to things. Just observe for now; I’ll assign you a few small tasks so you can get comfortable.”

“Oh, and next Saturday, we’re hosting a trainer’s workshop here,” Mr. Lawson said as they strolled toward the yard. “It’s an annual event with trainers from across the state and a few from out of state. You’ll have the chance to learn from some of the best in the business.”

Maeve’s eyes widened; her curiosity piqued. “I’d love to be there.”

“I think you’ll find it incredibly insightful. It’s a tight-knit community, and you’ll get a chance to ask questions, see different training methods, and network with other trainers,” Mr. Lawson added, a hint of excitement in his voice. Maeve had a thousand questions about what to expect, and her mind raced with the possibilities.

Mr. Lawson nodded, pleased at Maeve’s enthusiasm. “Great. I’ll make sure Mariah shows you the ropes today, so you’ll have some foundation before the gathering. Mariah will be able to introduce you to other trainers she knows, and I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to share insights. As I said, this is a tight-knit community in our region, and we’re all here to support each other.” Maeve’s excitement only grew as they walked, eager for the day and for what lay ahead.

As they approached the main paddock, Maeve caught sight of a trainer working with a ponygirl on a lead. The girl’s high-stepping movements were graceful, her head held high, responding to the subtle cues of the trainer. She noted the precise way the trainer handled the lead and reins, giving her enough freedom to move while gently guiding her steps.

“She’s doing well,” Maeve observed, impressed by the ponygirl’s discipline.

Mr. Lawson nodded, folding his arms as he watched. “Yes, Nadia’s a quick learner. It takes a delicate balance of firmness and encouragement to keep the ponygirls motivated. We aim to make them feel secure and respected, while still pushing them to reach their potential.”

They continued their tour, stopping by a series of neatly organized stalls. Some ponygirls rested between training sessions, while others received care from the handlers.

“We place a lot of emphasis on trust-building here,” Mr. Lawson explained. “It’s one thing to command obedience, but genuine respect comes from a ponygirl’s belief that you’re committed to her well-being.”

Maeve took it all in, feeling both inspired and challenged. “I can see how that makes a difference. At Maplewood, I spent a lot of time working with a ponygirl named Pebble. Building trust with her took time, but it was worth it.”

“You’re lucky to have had that experience,” Mr. Lawson said with a smile. “Now, I’d like you to meet Mariah, one of our senior trainers. She’ll show you a few of the basic training routines we use here.”

He led her over to a fenced-in training ring where a woman in her late twenties, with sharp, observant eyes, was working with a ponygirl in a harness. She looked up as they approached, her expression shifting from concentration to a welcoming smile.

“Maeve, this is Mariah. Mariah, Maeve’s interested in becoming a licensed trainer.”

“Nice to meet you, Maeve,” Mariah greeted, offering a firm handshake. “Mr. Lawson mentioned you’d be joining us today. Have you done any lead work before?”

“Yes, I did some at Maplewood, mostly guiding and trotting exercises,” Maeve replied, feeling a renewed wave of excitement.

“Great! Let’s start by going over a few of our techniques. Watch closely,” Mariah instructed as she turned her attention back to the ponygirl in the ring. With a gentle yet commanding tone, she guided the girl into a high-step trot, the precise movements a blend of practiced rhythm and responsiveness.

“Notice the way I hold the lead,” Mariah said, glancing at Maeve. “Firm, but with just enough slack so she feels some independence. That way, she knows she’s in control of her movement, but still connected to me.”

Maeve nodded, absorbing every detail. The ponygirl’s gait was almost mesmerizing, and she admired how seamlessly Mariah communicated without words. After a few minutes, Mariah turned back to her with a smile.

“Would you like to give it a try?”

Maeve’s stomach fluttered, but she stepped forward, taking the lead from Mariah’s hand. She felt the weight of the leather and the subtle tension as the ponygirl looked at her, awaiting her command.

“Remember, you’re the guide,” Mariah encouraged. “Stay calm and confident.”

Maeve took a deep breath, steadying herself. “Walk on,” she instructed softly, giving a light tug on the lead. The ponygirl responded, her steps deliberate and measured. Maeve found herself falling into a rhythm, matching her pace to the ponygirl’s as they moved around the ring.

“You’re a natural,” Mariah observed, nodding approvingly. “It’s all about consistency. Clear communication is everything.”

They spent the next hour practicing under Mariah’s guidance, with Maeve trying out different commands and lead techniques. By the end, her confidence had grown, and she felt a sense of accomplishment she hadn’t expected on her first day.

Mr. Lawson returned to check in, a look of approval on his face. “You’ve made a strong start, Maeve. I think you’ll fit right in here.”

“Thank you,” Maeve said, beaming. “I already feel comfortable here.”

As the day wound down, Mr. Lawson pulled her aside once more. “I look forward to seeing you at the trainer’s workshop next Saturday. You’ll meet some of the best in the field in our region, people who are passionate about the same things you are. I think it’ll be a good opportunity for you to see what’s possible in this line of work.”

Maeve’s eyes widened with excitement. “I’d love to come.” Maeve looked Mr. Lawson in the eyes and noticed the twinkle, giving Maeve the impression there was something he wasn’t telling her.

“Great. Mariah will be here too, and I’m sure you’ll pick up even more. Until then, take what you’ve learned today and let it settle.” There was that look again that told her there was something unsaid.

As Maeve thanked him and left the farm, her mind buzzed with everything she’d experienced. This new beginning had been everything she’d hoped for and more.

Trainer Workshop

Maeve arrived at Lawson Farms feeling a mix of excitement and nervous energy as she looked for a parking spot in the mostly full lot. As she walked toward the training grounds she took in the bustling scene around her. The grounds were alive with trainers, handlers, and ponygirls, some standing in clusters and others moving purposefully across the field. It amazed her that not a single one of the ponygirls was fat or overweight; now the trainers, that was a different story. Maybe some of them should strip and exercise with the ponygirls, they could use it.

She had only ever seen Maplewood’s crew and ponygirls, but now there were dozens of them, each in unique attire and styles of training.

As she wandered around the grounds, Maeve noticed Mariah leading Nadia, a petite ponygirl with expressive eyes and a perfectly controlled trot. Mariah spotted Maeve first and waved, giving her a warm smile as Maeve approached.

“Maeve! Glad you’re here,” Mariah greeted her. “How are you finding everything?”

“It’s amazing,” Maeve replied, glancing around with wide eyes. “I’ve never seen so many trainers and ponygirls in one place.”

Just as she opened her mouth to say more, she let out a startled scream, feeling herself lifted off the ground by strong arms. When she was set back down, she spun around, and her surprise melted into joy as she saw Erica standing there with a wide grin.

“Erica!” Maeve cried, immediately wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug.

“Hello, Maeve,” Erica laughed, hugging her back just as fiercely. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun without us. I know it hasn’t been but a few weeks, Pebble, and I missed you.”

Maeve stepped back, beaming, but her smile widened further when she saw another familiar face standing behind Erica. Pebble, with her usual graceful movements, walked up, clad only in her bridle and hoof boots. The sight of her ponygirl friend filled Maeve with a deep sense of familiarity and happiness. Without a second thought, she released Erica and hugged Pebble, who returned the embrace just as warmly.

“Pebble!” Maeve said, barely able to contain her excitement. “I can’t believe you’re here.” Pebble gave a gentle nod, and though she couldn’t speak with the bit in her mouth, her eyes sparkled with recognition and happiness.

Mariah stood nearby, watching the reunion unfold with a smile. “I think we all needed this,” she said with a knowing look, and Maeve glanced over at her, nodding in agreement.

“Maplewood’s been as busy as ever,” Erica said, leaning casually against a fence post. “We’ve got some new ponies and a lot of training going on. But I heard you’ve been busy out here too—certifications, new experiences?”

Maeve laughed, feeling a slight blush rise to her cheeks. “It’s a journey,” she admitted. “And this place has its own way of doing things. But I think it’s helping me understand a lot more.

“I feel like the journey I started at Maplewood has followed me here. Ever since I agreed to work naked and spend a day as a ponygirl not only to talk to Pebble but to understand her lifestyle, it has continued to be a part of my life even here almost an entire state away from Maplewood Farms,” Maeve explained. Pebble nodded, offering Maeve a supportive gaze, and Maeve felt a sense of pride that her ponygirl friend understood her journey, even in silence.

Erica smirked, crossing her arms. “I’ll bet Mr. Lawson has some big plans for you if he’s involved you this deeply this soon.”

Maeve shrugged, a playful glint in her eye. “He might have some ideas,” she admitted. “But I’m taking it one step at a time. He made an offer separate from but concerning my certification training. I am taking some time to consider his offer.”

As the conversation continued, Erica’s eyes gleamed with a familiar mischievousness that Maeve recognized immediately. With a sly grin, Erica leaned over to Pebble and whispered something that made Pebble’s eyes light up as well. Before Maeve could react, Erica and Pebble flanked her, each one gripping the hem of her light summer dress and giving it a playful tug upward.

“Hey!” Maeve squealed, instinctively grabbing for her dress, but the two women held it tightly, grinning.

Erica gave her a playful nudge. “Remember how natural it felt back at Maplewood? Maybe it’s time to revisit that experience—what do you think, Pebble?” Pebble nodded enthusiastically, her own playful smile in place, and tugged on the dress again, pulling it over Maeve’s head exposing her entire naked body to Mariah’s smiling face. Maeve’s cheeks flushed as she struggled with them, laughing despite herself as she tried to keep her modesty intact.

Mariah and Nadia watched as they noticed how comfortable Maeve was being naked outside on the training grounds where she could be seen by several dozen male and female trainers and their ponies. “Okay, okay!” Maeve laughed, finally managing to redress and smooth her dress back down and shoot the two of them a mock glare. “Not happening this time! I have standards now, thank you.”

Erica chuckled, raising her hands in a mock show of innocence. “Standards, hmm? Since when?” Pebble gave a light stomp with her hoof boots, the action almost as if she were applauding Maeve’s resolve.

Watching all of this with an amused smile, Mariah gave Maeve an approving nod. “Maeve, I like your confidence. And don’t worry—I think naked or not, you’d be right at home here.”

Maeve shot Mariah a grin, though the heat in her cheeks lingered. The lighthearted teasing felt as familiar as an old memory, and standing there with Erica, Pebble, and Mariah, Maeve realized just how much she had missed this easy camaraderie. Pebble gave a light stomp with her hoof boots, the action almost as if she were applauding Maeve’s resolve.

“If you were to be naked you would be indistinguishable from the ponies. There is a chance that you could be mistaken for a pony. Worst case you could be auctioned off as a pony which would make your new status permanent. If you decide to accept Mr. Lawson’s side offer he and I will introduce you to everyone and explain to them that you are an employee and have accepted a challenge from Mr. Lawson,” Mariah explained.

But even as the playful mood continued, Maeve couldn’t shake the sense that her time with Erica and Pebble was more meaningful than just a reunion. It was a reminder of her time at Maplewood, working nude, and of course, the day spent as a ponygirl and how much farther she was willing to go.

They laughed together, the familiarity and warmth between them relaxing Maeve amid the busy, exhilarating scene. The reunion felt great, like coming home to the family you love, and Maeve felt a renewed sense of purpose as they caught up on their lives, their work, and the unexpected paths that had brought them all together that day.

As Maeve stood between Erica and Pebble, still flushed from their attempt to strip her, she felt a surge of warmth spread through her. The familiar teasing from Erica brought back memories of her time at Maplewood, and the nostalgia was almost overwhelming. Just as she was regaining her composure, Mariah, who had been watching the exchange with a smirk, stepped forward with a glint in her eye.

“Well, Maeve,” Mariah began, crossing her arms with a mischievous grin, “you’ve certainly earned a reputation at Maplewood, but if you’re really serious about certification, there’s one way to fast-track that.”

Maeve tilted her head, curiosity sparking. “Oh?”

Mariah shared a look with Erica before adding, “Mr. Lawson mentioned that participating in today’s events as a pony would count toward your certification. Learning from the pony’s perspective is invaluable—you’d understand more than most trainers ever could.”

Caught off-guard, Maeve laughed nervously, glancing between the three women. “Wait, seriously? I mean, I didn’t exactly come prepared for ... that,” she stammered, gesturing to her dress.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” Erica chimed in, her eyes dancing with amusement. “I thought you might say that, so I brought along everything you used at Maplewood—your bridle, harness, and those trusty boots.”

Maeve’s eyes widened as she finally noticed the gym bag on the ground at Erica’s feet. “You ... you brought my tack?!” She could hardly believe the level of planning that had gone into this reunion.

Pebble stifled a giggle and leaned in, gently tugging at Maeve’s dress strap. “Looks like you’re out of excuses, Maeve. I think you’re stuck with us for the day.”

Erica chuckled, catching Maeve’s dress with her other hand and giving it a playful tug. “Remember, you don’t want to miss this opportunity. Plus, it’s not like you’re new to this.”