5-Requests-In-1

>Day 1054 in Equestria.
>Today's going to be a big day.
>Fluttershy will be arriving at your office for her "special" checkup session.
>And you're finally going to be able to tick off an item that's been on your bucket list for quite some time:
>Sky diving
>but first things first:
>Piss
>Take bath
>Admire beard
>You make your way down to Ponyville's hospital
>Having been a very well-known and respected gynecologist on Earth, you were easily able to convince the hospital's administrators that you were well qualified for their once empty position.
>You're not as fast as you used to be, things tend to slow down for you at the age of 75.
>You have to wake up extra early to make the long trek to your destination
>Arriving precisely at 7:00 am, you set your briefcase down and attend to the papers on your desk.
"Fluttershy's usually here by now, how strange."
>You peek inside your briefcase, double-checking to make sure your saxophone is in pristine condition.
>A knock suddenly comes from your door.
"Please, come in Fluttershy."
>The yellow p0ne shuffles in precariously
>"S-sorry I'm so late master."
"That's quite alright my dear. Please, have a seat in the other room."
>Fluttershy makes her way down the hallway and into the whatever the fuck they call the room where the patient sits and waits for hours for the doctor to come
>Finishing your paperwork, you pick up the saxcase and follow suit.
>Fluttershy has already positioned herself on your examining chair
>"I'm ready for your sweet sax loving, m-master"
>Taking out your saxophone, you position yourself in between her plush yellow thighs
"I think today I'll play up your ass this time."
>The yellow pone layed before you begins breathing deeply, fully aware of the incoming pleasure
>You let loose all of the pain, all of the regret at not being to see your loving family again, all into one single saxophone solo.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxopViU98Xo
>Pressing hard against her pink asshole, the only direction for the sound to go is through the quivering yellow pegasus
>Having done this before, she knows to keep her mouth open so that she can hear the beautiful sounds coming from her foulest depths
>Fluttershy's eyes have rolled back into her head, vibrating along with the music you are currently pumping in to her
>The poor girl stays awake through hours of playing the same notes over and over again
>Around 10 hours in, you stop to observe the passed out p0ne.
"Did I ever tell you that you make such a cute sax slave, Fluttershy?"
>Not expecting a response, you unbuckle your trousers and help yourself to your favorite plaything

>Waving goodbye to Fluttershy, you lock up your office and begin heading towards the town hall, where your hot air balloon is located.
>You have the pleasure of passing by Ponyville's elementary school along the way.
>Three young fillies happened to be playing nearby
>Spotting you, they gallop towards your feeble body quicker than you certainly could have.
>"Grandpa Anon Grandpa Anon! Are you really gonna go Sky Digging today?"
>You let out a chuckle
"Yes, Apple Bloom. And it's sky *diving*, not digging."
>Skootaloo's smile contorts into a look of confusion
>"Sky DIVING? Even if you had wings, aren't you a little old for something like that?"
"It's something I've always wanted to try, and I plan on doing it before leaving this world for good!"
>The three look at eachother and back at you, confusion painted across their cute little faces
>"Well, whatever makes you happy Grandpa Anon... Just don't expect any other pony to go with you."
>Seeing that you've ruined their excitement somehow, you decide to be the one to cut the conversation short
"Well, I better be on my way. Take care girls"
>"Anon wait!" Sweetiebelle calls out
"Hm? What is it?"
>"C-could you tell us the story... about the piper?"
>As strange a request as it was, you had time, and it seemed like the right thing to do after depressing their mood.
"Haha, alright kids. Here's the story of the Pied Piper of Hamelin"
>This story was told to you countless times as a child, and having a master story teller as a father, you had quickly adopted a knack for the trade
>Halfway into the story, you had the three crusaders completely wrapped around your finger.
>"It's not even that great of a story," you think to yourself. "Why the hell did she want to hear this of all the stories I've told?"
>Nonetheless you told it, you told the shit out of it actually. It was probably your best performance yet.
>You still felt it needed a little something extra, the thought suddenly hits you like the ground would a shitty sky diver
>Opening your briefcase, you take out your saxophone and begin reinacting the tale.
>You dance down the road, playing the shit out of your saxophone at the same time.
>The three fillies follow suit, dancing behind you as you make your way towards your hot air balloon.

>It turns out the three were right, no one wanted anything to do with your sky diving ploy, their loss
>The balloon filled, you release the tethers and begin ascending towards the great blue aether.
>Looking down, you watch as Ponyville drifts farther and farther away from you.
>Beyond, great and tall mountains shimmer as the sun sets even farther beyond them.
>It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
>You let yourself fall out of the basket you were lifted in.
>Wind, sweet wind greets your descent back towards the land of Equestria
>You close your eyes, marvelling at your weightlessness
>Moving onto your back, you watch as you and the hot air balloon become farther and farther apart.
>You pretend that you're standing still, watching the balloon drift down to a purple-blue sea of clouds
>You notice your parachute hanging on one of the hooks attached to the outside of the basket.
>Apparently your memory isn't what it used to be either.
>Fully experiencing the metaphore you used for reinacting the Pied Piper of Hamelin is the last thing you ever feel

So concludes the epic journey of Anon, the famed storytelling sax slave skydiving gynecologist.