Chapter 3

Sunday Training – Brief Overview

As Sunday rolled around, Maeve’s role shifted from ponygirl back to a clothed trainee, dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts to observe Mariah’s techniques with Nadia. While observing and learning her cues, Maeve began to understand the intricacies of each command and how to keep her “ponies” motivated without compromising their well-being. She took detailed notes, noting Mariah’s rhythm, voice tone, and gestures, realizing that each action built a bond with Nadia—a critical part of being a successful trainer.

Monday Morning – Maeve’s Pony Routine

As dawn broke over the farm, Maeve’s morning began not with an alarm, but with the familiar sound of Mariah entering the barn, the gentle jingle of tack, and the creak of leather following her. Maeve, already mentally prepared, waited as Mariah opened her stall, her presence signaling the start of the day. Moving through the now-routine motions, Maeve followed Mariah to the training area, her heart beating faster with a mix of excitement and focus.

Once they reached the field, Mariah began tacking her up, securing the bridle and bit, followed by the harness and lead. Each piece reminded Maeve that, in this space, she had fully committed to the role and training regimen, surrendering herself to Mariah’s guidance.

“Today, we’ll be building up your stamina,” Mariah said, checking Maeve’s tack and the fit of her boots. Maeve nodded, wordlessly prepared to follow every command. Starting with a brisk walk around the track, Mariah led her through various drills, intensifying the pace with each lap, alternating between fast trotting and quick breaks.

After two hours of structured training, Mariah led Maeve back toward the barn to complete the enema and shower routine before breakfast. This brief moment of relief felt rejuvenating, and Maeve took a few deep breaths before joining the other ponygirls for breakfast.

Breakfast in the stall with the other ponies had become a familiar, grounding experience. As she ate, Maeve noted the routine that had settled into her bones; each day brought her closer to embodying the strength and poise she’d need to compete.

After breakfast, she was granted her reprieve to shower and dress for school, quickly transitioning out of pony mode as she focused on the day ahead in the classroom. She left for USC, feeling the soreness and satisfaction from her early training, her determination growing with each step.

Fast-Forward: A Few Weeks Later

The farm hummed with new energy as the regionals drew closer. Mr. Lawson’s team worked to ensure the grounds met every specification, with trainers preparing their ponies for competition. One day, an unexpected group of officials arrived for an early inspection. Mariah, recognizing the potential risk of Maeve being seen in pony tack, quickly led her to the tack room, whispering instructions to remain out of sight.

Maeve, dressed in her usual farm attire, settled into a corner with her homework, trying to focus while the bustle continued outside. She heard voices coming nearer, her heart pounding as Mr. Lawson walked in with an official, their voices filling the quiet tack room.

“This is Maeve Calder,” Mr. Lawson said smoothly, “one of our most promising trainees, studying to become a certified trainer. Her hands-on experience with the pony routines gives her a unique perspective.”

The official turned to Maeve, nodding approvingly. “Good to meet you. Not often we see trainees as dedicated as you.”

Maeve managed a smile, keeping her tone professional. “Thank you. I’m learning a lot from Mariah and everyone here.”

After the official left, Maeve exhaled, but her mind raced. With her participation in the competition at stake, they would need a plan to conceal her identity.

Later in Private – Planning the Disguise

Back in Mr. Lawson’s office, the team discussed a solution to Maeve’s visibility problem. They decided that a mask and carefully applied makeup could keep Maeve’s identity hidden during the competition. Mariah added that they’d practice with the disguise in advance to ensure it held up under scrutiny.

Maeve nodded, knowing that her anonymity in the competition was essential—and that the final stretch of training would require everything she had.

Mariah met Maeve in the tack room, holding a small bag with the disguise items they’d discussed. “To keep you fully anonymous, we’re going to use a few tricks. Here’s how we’ll do it,” she began.

She opened the bag and took out a custom-made leather blindfold. “This will attach directly to your bridle and cover the area from your forehead to the tip of your nose. It’s secure but comfortable enough for a full day. The mask will keep the upper half of your face hidden while leaving your mouth and chin exposed.”

Next, Mariah held up a small makeup palette. “We’ll add some shading along your cheekbones to make your face look more angular. With the right contouring, your face will look sharper, and the shape will be different enough that anyone who sees you dressed won’t connect the two.”

Maeve studied the mask, feeling both excited and nervous. “And what about my lips?”

With a grin, Mariah pulled out a small tube of lip balm. “This is the final touch. It’s made with bee venom. Don’t worry—it’s mild. But it’ll make your lips swell just enough to give you a fuller look. Once we’re done, no one will recognize you as Maeve.”

Maeve took a steadying breath, feeling the weight of the plan settle in. “And what name will I compete under?”

“The name Mr. Lawson used on the bill of sale—’Starfire.’ With these adjustments, you’ll be ready to go unnoticed by anyone familiar with your real identity.”

Maeve nodded, feeling a surge of excitement mixed with the thrill of secrecy. The disguise was in place; she’d step into the competition as someone else entirely. In the back of Maeve’s mind, she knew that no matter how she placed her certification training was now free. However, she knew how disappointed so many people would be if she failed now. She knew she would give her best and at the very least place in the top three.

Once the makeup was done, Mariah took out the bridle, carefully positioning it over Maeve’s head and securing the buckles one by one. The leather was snug and confining, a familiar feeling after six weeks of intense training, reminding Maeve of the role she’d committed to for the competition. Mariah then lifted the blindfold and paused, noticing Maeve’s tense posture.

“Deep breaths,” Mariah soothed, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “Remember, Starfire, this is about trust. I’ll be with you every step, just like we practiced.” Maeve nodded, but as the blindfold came down over her eyes, a wave of panic surged through her. She shifted, instinctively reaching for the strap before Mariah intercepted her hand.

“I know it’s unnerving,” Mariah said softly, her voice calming. “Just focus on my voice and each step. You’ll find your way. Trust me, Starfire.” Maeve took a deep breath, letting Mariah’s words steady her. With the blindfold secured, Mariah carefully undressed her and began attaching the rest of her tack, adding each piece as Starfire’s breathing slowly settled into a rhythm. When she was fully tacked up, Mariah clipped the lead to her bridle.

Several weeks ago, Maeve’s custom tack and boots came in. Maeve realized the level of planning when she saw a removable plaque on the front of the body harness that had the name ‘Starfire’ laser engraved on it. The boots looked just like the ones she had already been using and fit just as well.

As they walked out of the tack room, Starfire instinctively slowed, hesitating at the sudden openness around her. The muffled sounds of the outside world intensified her awareness of each step. “Stay close to me,” Mariah murmured, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “Just listen to my voice.”

Gradually, Starfire relaxed, allowing Mariah to lead her around the grounds, each step an exercise in trust. Mariah walked her through the motions they’d rehearsed, her voice a steady guide in the unfamiliar surroundings. Finally, they reached the dressage area, where a few judges were conferring.

One judge raised an eyebrow as they approached, his gaze lingering on the blindfold. “Is there a reason for the blindfold?”

Mariah kept her expression composed, giving a small smile. “It’s part of the training. Starfire is demonstrating her skill and trust level—able to perform even without full sight. It’s a testament to her confidence and obedience.”

The judge nodded, intrigued. “Very well. Proceed.”

Starfire took a steadying breath, her previous nervousness slowly transforming into a quiet sense of accomplishment.

As the dressage results were tallied, Starfire (Maeve) placed seventh—respectable, given the level of competition and her limited time to prepare. But now, all focus shifted to the sulky race.

The competition was fierce from the start, with ponies and trainers alike pushing their limits. Starfire held her own, weaving expertly through the track despite several near collisions, narrowly avoiding a crash as another pony veered too close. With adrenaline high, she pushed forward in the final stretch, crossing the finish line just ahead of her nearest competitor, securing first place. The victory felt surreal, and her confidence was bolstered by the cheer of the crowd.

Mariah practically glowed with excitement, elated that her bets on Starfire’s success had paid off handsomely. She led Maeve to the winner’s circle, where the top three were lined up. When the judge from earlier approached, he carefully placed a wreath around Starfire’s neck, pausing to examine her closely. His hand reached toward her blindfold, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Mariah quickly stepped forward, her tone gentle but firm. “She’s trained to manage large crowds this way. The mask keeps her calm, similar to how a horse’s blinkers work. Without it, she’s likely to panic.” Her explanation seemed to satisfy him, and he nodded, moving on without further questions. Mariah exhaled a discreet sigh of relief, though Maeve felt the tension ease as well.

From somewhere nearby, Maeve heard the distinct click of a camera. The realization that pictures of her might circulate caused a momentary spike of anxiety, but she reassured herself—the blindfold hid her face, protecting her identity.

Once the event concluded, Mariah handed Starfire’s lead to Alex, a part-time stable hand, asking him to escort her back to the barn while she went to discuss the day’s events with Mr. Lawson. Alex, familiar yet professional, took her reins and led her calmly back.