(Note: This is a soft story about sexual exploration/education, with some explicit group activity and implied breeding. If this sort of interaction isn't your thing, it may be best to move on.)

The night sky, touched by Luna's grace, teems with the dance of pegasus ponies. Once a year the gentle caress of a lilac-scented breeze fills their lungs and stirs their hearts, gracing each soft coat with an undeniable tingle just between the wing spurs. Reaching beyond vocation and civility, instinctual need builds inside each soul a conflagration that must be satisfied in the clouds above. Wordlessly they acknowledge the instincts that summon them to their natural habitat. Together they will romp and play, until quelled by the satisfaction of dawn's early light.

A certain lemony mare, no more able to resist the call than her tribe mates, has always made a brief and anonymous event of it. On this night, she will be visited by three charges, and in their innocence she will embark down a sensual path she had never before considered.

The path of Custodian.

(The final chapter of this story was included to increase the potential for sequels, should sufficient interest arise.)