Memories

After almost beating the answers out of Rumble, Scootaloo returned home, diving onto her bed and screaming into her pillow in frustration. She had been hoping to steal from Thunderlane's supply stash or even force Rumble to share his supply, but with Thunderlane keeping tight control over the much sought after drug there was little chance she could get it any other way. Her only option seemed to be to deal directly with...

...him.

"That foalfucker..." Scootaloo growled, a shiver shooting down her spine as she recalled how roughly Thunderlane had treated her while he was doing... that... to her mouth. Not to mention the taste of when he had...

Scootaloo punched her bed in frustration. "Why can't I just fly like a normal pegasus?" she cried out. She let her head fall back down into her pillow and groaned as she realized she only had one option, though she'd rather eat glass if it would help her fly.

'Screw it, I'll try again tomorrow.' she thought as she nodded off to sleep. 'And if I still can't tomorrow, then...

...then I'll see Thunderlane.'

"Celestia damnit." Scootaloo muttered, once again finding herself standing outside Thunderlane's office. She had been devastated to wake up and realize that her wing strength was back to its old levels, that she was once again a weak flyer. She wasn't sure which she hated more; being so weak or having to crawl back to Thunderlane and admit that he had been right all along. But she was once again back on his turf, and she needed him if she wanted to make her dreams come true.

The door opened a few seconds after Scootaloo knocked, and as expected Thunderlane put on an extremely twisted grin when he saw who was back. "Well, well... I admit, I thought you would have taken a bit longer to come back. Guess you were more desperate than I thought." he teased her.

Scootaloo shoved Thunderlane aside and entered his office, waiting for him to close the door before she spoke. "How much?" she asked.

Thunderlane cocked his head to one side. "How much? For what?" he innocently said.

"You know what I'm here for." Scootaloo said dryly. "How much do you want for... that stuff?"

To show she was serious, Scootaloo reached into her purse and took out a small bag filled with bits. She tossed it non-too-gently at Thunderlane, who caught the bag and looked at it in puzzlement. "Um, what is this?" he asked.

Scootaloo frowned. "What do you think? It's a hundred bits. That should cover at least half a year of you 'helping' me."

Thunderlane burst into laughter, almost falling to the floor before he tossed the bag of bits back to her. "Ahahaha! You're joking, right? Hahahaha! This... a hundred bits doesn't even cover one shot!"

Scootaloo gripped the small bag tightly. She had emptied out her bank account to come up with the hundred bits; there was no way she could afford Thunderlane's treatment at the price he was quoting her. "There's no way it could be that much! Are you also ripping off your own brother?" she spat.

It took a few moments for Thunderlane to stop laughing and resume talking. "Aha, of course not. He's my brother, I'm helping him out for free of course. But yes, this wonderful little concoction is expensive. It comes all the way from Saddle Arabia, and even over there it's an extremely rare and much sought after enhancer. I don't make much off of these... they usually go for 150 bits each."

Scootaloo began to panic in her head. '150 bits EACH?! I can't afford that! How can I... I won't be able to ever join Rainbow Dash...'

Thunderlane saw the clear look of disappointment and worry in Scootaloo's eyes. "What, you didn't think this stuff was cheap, did you?" he teased her, guessing that she had pooled every spare bit she had to bring today.

"T-then what about an I-owe-you?" she panicked. "Once I... once I become a Wonderbolt I can start paying you back!"

The offer didn't sound tempting at all to Thunderlane. "Sorry, I can't let you 'borrow' this stuff for almost a whole year like that. Not good for business and all." he said.

"Then there must be something I can do to pay off anything I owe!" she said desperately. "I... I can clean your office, or clean your house. What about helping train your brother Rumble? There are some tricks Rainbow Dash taught me that I can show him."

"No thanks. Now, if you don't have anything of actual worth to offer, please leave. I have a lot of work to complete." Thunderlane said, dismissing her with a wave of his hand as he focused back on his paperwork.

Scootaloo cringed, having hoped to avoid offering what she was about to say, but at this point she had no other choice. "What if... what if I let you... you know..."

Thunderlane's head remained down to his a small smirk. "What was that? If you let me what?" he asked innocently.

Scootaloo bit her lip hard before replying. "If I... What if I suck your... your c-cock again."

Thunderlane's smile broadened as he heard what he had been hoping to hear. "Oh? It's worth that much to you?" he mocked her.

Scootaloo could only hesitantly nod, her face red with a mixture of embarrassment and hatred for having to stoop so low. Still, if this could earn her a spot on the Wonderbolt roster and the gift of flight, surely it'd be worth it, right?

Finally looking up from his papers, Thunderlane reached back into his desk and extracted another syringe, chuckling as he saw Scootaloo's eyes finally light up with hope and want. "You want it that badly, huh? Well, I don't see why not, provided you keep me entertained enough. You'll need at least once of these a week, maybe more depending on how your body handles it."

Scootaloo nodded again, silently walking over to Thunderlane and sinking to her knees in front of him. After a few moments she looked up into Thunderlane's eyes in slight confusion, wondering why he wasn't moving at all now that she was in place to service him.

"What? I can't do all the work every single time, you know. You're supposed to be earning this, remember?" he teased her, holding the syringe in clear view.

Scootaloo growled angrily but moved slightly closer to the amused pegasus stallion. He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs to give Scootaloo easy access to his pants, and with trembling hands she places both of her hands on his lap, one hand eventually slowly moving towards the zipper on his pants.

"Eep!" Scootaloo suddenly yelped, the hand closest to his crotch suddenly pulling back. She had felt his semi-hard erection through his pants and was caught off guard that he would be already aroused so soon. Even though she had already serviced him once before with her mouth, he had taken the lead and forced himself on her before. Now... now, she was left to take the initiative. Now, she had to do everything, as if she wanted this more than Thunderlane did.

"Getting bored here." Thunderlane yawned. "Maybe this was a waste of time after all."

The gray pegasus' veiled threat worked as Scootaloo quickly reached for his zipper once more and opened his pants up. Thunderlane assisted her task by unbuttoning his pants and lifting his body slightly as she tugged on his pants down to his thighs, freeing his now erect stallionhood. Scootaloo bit her lip once more, scared to have to take his throbbing member into her mouth so willingly, but unfortunately for her Thunderlane found her reaction extremely sexy.

"Come on, it won't bite. And you better not, either." he said, twirling the syringe in his hand to remind her.

Scootaloo huffed in annoyance but obeyed the subtle command. Taking his erection in one hand, she raised herself up on her knees and leaned forward, her mouth now less than an inch away from the tip of his cock. There were faint hints of precum already present right before her eyes and she wanted to recoil back when she detected a faint smell of it, but Thunderlane's stern gaze told her that she was probably out of second chances; if she didn't perform now, he'd abandon her and leave her flightless.

And Rainbow Dash would leave her behind...

Closing the final distance, Scootaloo stuck out her tongue and leaned forward, finally making contact with Thunderlane's rod. She delicately licked the tip, suppressing the urge to gag out of disgust. A quick glance up showed her that Thunderlane was still not satisfied with her attempts at a blowjob so far as his face was a picture of boredom.

"Maybe this was all a mistake." he said as he caught her gaze. "I guess you don't want it after all."

Now convinced that she was out of time, Scootaloo sighed in defeat and positioned herself slightly higher, her mouth directly over Thunderlane's cock. Praying to Celestia that it was over soon, she finally engulfed the first three inches of Thunderlane's cock with her mouth, not daring to take any more as the rough face fucking she received a few days ago still had her traumatized.

Thunderlane, on the other hoof, was finally smiling. "Ahh... yes, much better." he said happily, enjoying the sensation of Scootaloo's warm wet mouth wrapped around his member. However, he soon once again eyed Scootaloo as she remained still, unsure of what to do next.

"Start moving your head back and forth." he commanded.

Scootaloo gulped before obeying his order, shallowly bobbing her head up and down. Though she still wasn't taking any more of Thunderlane's cock into her mouth than before, the stimulation causing Thunderlane to lean back again and moan in pleasure. "Mmm, yes, very nice. Suck on it a bit... yes, just like that." he said.

Scootaloo continued her oral administration dutifully, keeping her steady pace but not letting Thunderlane's cock go deeper into her mouth than it had already. Her blowjob was making Thunderlane feel good, but after a few minutes of her giving head he wanted more. He wanted to feel more than just 'good'...

...he wanted to feel in control.

Suddenly grabbing the back of her head, Thunderlane pulled Scootaloo forward and forced her to take his entire length down her throat. The ferocity and unexpectedness of the move left no time for Scootaloo to defend herself or even gasp, and with eyes widened in horror she found herself unable to breathe or protest.

Thunderlane, however, was now in heaven. His entire shaft was tightly wrapped by Scootaloo's warmth, and her throat was gently massaging his cock as she tried to unsuccessfully clear her esophagus. Panic mixed with fear, and she tried to push her assaulter away but was no match for the stallion's strength. Her head felt light and she began to lose focus as her air began running out, but just as she was about to pass out she felt Thunderlane loosen his grip on her.

"Phwaugh!" Scootaloo gasped as she managed to pull back and free herself, gulping in a breath of much needed air. However, Thunderlane immediately grabbed her head again and forced her back down, her throat once more impaled by his unforgiving erection. He once more held her down as she struggled uselessly to free herself again, but by now she knew that she'd never succeed in freeing herself unless Thunderlane wanted her to. She still feebly tried to push him away, but all she managed to do was excite Thunderlane even more.

"Mm, ooh yes, so tight..." Thunderlane cooed as he thrust his hips forward slightly, sinking himself into her throat as much as he could. Scootaloo was desperate for air, her throat trying frantically to remove the foreign object filling it, and once again she felt her mind going blank as she began losing consciousness.

As before, Thunderlane mercifully pulled out of her throat again, retaining his hold on her while she coughed and gasped for air, his dick mere inches away from her face still. "Hey, hey! Lick it." he ordered her, but when Scootaloo didn't respond favorably he tightened his fist, hurting her head where he had her hair grasped in his hand. "Bitch, I told you to lick it!" he sternly said.

Still lightheaded from the lack of air and spurred on by the pain, Scootaloo quickly leaned forward once more and took Thunderlane's cock shallowly back into her mouth, this time using her tongue to increase the pleasure for him. Pleased with her new obedience, Thunderlane relaxed his grasp on her head for a few moments, enjoying her technique as well as her drooling mouth. It didn't take too long for him to become bored of her pattern once more, but this time he placed both of his hands on the back of her head before he began his savage attack.

Scootaloo tried her best to prepare herself for what was coming but was once more caught off guard as Thunderlane began thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth at a steady pace. He moaned aloud as he fucked her mouth, letting his shaft reach deep inside of her throat before he withdrew almost all the way, only to once again move his hips forward. Poor Scootaloo had no choice but to endure the harsh treatment until it was over, her breathing at least intermittently interrupted whenever he filled her throat all the way but her frequent gagging almost negated the small positive. Her hands tightly gripped her pants as she tried to endure her face being fucked, and as it went on she felt Thunderlane increasing his pace as he began to near his climax finally.

"Mmph, yeah... yeah, almost... yes!" Thunderlane goraned aloud as he frantically shoved his dick down her throat a few times before he pulled Scootaloo's head forward as hard as he could, getting as deep inside of her just as he came. He barely heard Scootaloo's muffled retch as his rod pulsed and he shot glob after glob of his seed down her throat and into her stomach, but he didn't care about her well being; all he could think of was that this 'arrangement' may not be a bad idea after all.

Only after he was completely done did Thunderlane slowly let Scootaloo release his grasp. She immediately fell backwards onto the floor once she was free and she offered no resistance when Thunderlane picked her up and laid her down on her stomach on his desk. Once more he brought out a syringe filled with his much sought after steroid and shot half of the dosage into each of her wings. She didn't move or cry out like last time as he pierced the base of each of her wings, but then again she was still reeling from the savage treatment he had just put her through.

Having finished injecting her with both his semen and steroid, Thunderlane sat back down and watched Scootaloo, waiting until she would be coherent enough to hear that he'd take up her offer. However, he would of course make sure that she didn't know that she'd only be receiving half the dosage Rumble and his other 'clients' normally received. With a full syringe in each wing, any pegasus could go a week before needing another shot, but if he limited Scootaloo to half a syringe into each wing, well, he certainly wouldn't mind seeing this sexy little pegasus mare twice a week.