Memories

'Ugh... ow, my head...

Scootaloo tried reaching up to rub her aching head, but for some reason she couldn't move her hands.

Or her arms.

Or at all.

Confused as to why she couldn't move, she tried opening her eyes but found herself also unable to see. She tried to then vocally express her surprise but was only able to utter a muffled groan, confirming she had also been gagged.

'What the...?!' she thought in a panic, struggling against the unseen bonds holding her hostage. However, her body froze when she heard someone hiss into her ear.

"Oh good, you're awake."

'Thunderlane!' she thought. She tried yelling out for him to let her go but all she managed was another muffled mumble.

"Hush now, we're only halfway done." Thunderlane said, adjusting Scootaloo's body slightly.

Now a little more aware of her situation, Scootaloo was able to determine that she was indeed blindfolded, she had a ballgag stuffed in her mouth, her wrists had been handcuffed behind her back, and her legs were spread apart, each one tied to a leg of Thunderlane's desk while her torso was lying on the top of it. There was also the additional fact that she was still completely naked and exposed, and she swore she could hear the faint sound of a camera going off.

'What are you doing? You better not be-' she thought angrily before her mind was immediately scrubbed clean of all thoughts. She barely heard the swish of Thunderlane's belt, but she definitely felt it when it impacted her bare bottom, leaving a bright red strip across her butt.

"MMMPGHHH!" she screamed into her gag. She struggled against her restraints but was unsuccessful, and with a twisted grin Thunderlane brought down his belt again.

*THWACK!*

"Mmmghh!" Scootaloo screamed again as the belt hit her once more. His strikes were of course nowhere near 100% full power, but as he delivered a third and fourth strike the red marks across Scootaloo's tight round ass it felt to her like Celestia herself was bringing down her wrath.

Thunderlane finally stopped his beatings once he had delivered whip number ten. He stood back to admire his work, her rear now a bright red but her pussy surprisingly slick with her own juices.

"I think someone liked that." he said, picking up his camera and taking a few more shots of her wetness for proof. He then spread her lower lips apart slightly, licking his lips as he saw a drop of arousal leak out of her untouched hole and drip down onto the floor. "Someone liked that a lot."

He retreated once more, grabbing his belt once more and carefully lined up his next shot. Instead of swinging downwards or to the side, he was swinging his belt up, and after a few test swings he wound back one last time and struck upwards, his belt landing right on target; Scootaloo's dripping wet pussy and swollen clit.

Scootaloo howled in pleasurable pain and arched her back as she came from the impact, her legs shaking violently. Her mouth remained agape like a fish gasping on dry land, her mind completely void of any thoughts. Even after she went limp from exhaustion her legs still shook slightly, causing Thunderlane to smirk once again as he took a few more photos.

"Shame, I was hoping she'd be up for more fun." he sighed. Unzipping his pants, he brought out his hardened cock and began stroking himself to the sight before him, the tip of his rod aimed right at Scootaloo's exposed slit. He had been hoping to finally fuck Scootaloo today to cure his boredom but he wanted her conscious and fully aware when he did; it wouldn't be fun at all if she wasn't awake to 'enjoy' every second of it. Still, he had plenty of future opportunities to cum inside of her pussy, especially since he was fairly certain she was a virgin. He had enough fun for one day anyway, and certainly had plenty of mementos. Now he just needed to finish himself off... by...

"Nnngh, cumming!" Thunderlane grunted as his cum erupted from his cock. All six spurts landed on Scootaloo's ass or pussy, most of it sticking to her rear while a small strand or two slowly trickled down her legs. Breathing heavily, Thunderlane rubbed the tip of his dick against her ass, smearing his cum into his skin and quickly prodding the very entrance to Scootaloo's foal hole.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna be a tight fuck." Thunderlane said before withdrawing, once again summoning the willpower to hold off for now. He grabbed his camera and snapped two more pictures before pulling his pants back up and stashing his camera away. He then slowly removed Scootaloo's restraints before dumping her body on the floor in front of his desk, not bothering to wipe away any of his semen from her body. It wasn't his problem. Besides, she owed him so much more for his 'help'. A lot more...

Another month had passed. As Thunderlane expected, Scootaloo was furious about Thunderlane's new 'ideas' but always gave in at the end when he threatened to cease treatments. However, there was one limit she was adamant on; he could NOT be her first inside of her pussy. As tough of a proposition that was, Thunderlane reluctantly agreed, though he secretly promised himself that he'd make her beg for him to take her virginity and crave him and only him one day.

But there was a more immediate problem.

"Shit." Thunderlane muttered as he looked over Scootaloo's file. Her wingpower measurement during her test two months ago had been abysmal, but as Rainbow Dash had been recording Scootaloo's improvements it was clear that the steroids were working very well. Too well. If she kept up her current half-dosage treatments she'd reach her goal in no time, and he guessed that her new wing strength would become permanent after another two or three months. No one should ever gain as much strength as Scootaloo was, and the only reason he wasn't under suspicion right now was due to everyone guessing her underdeveloped wings were finally maturing.

'This is too much of a good deal to end now. I have to stunt her advancement somehow.' Thunderlane thought, drumming his fingers on his desk as he thought of what he could do. 'I can't reduce her dosage, she's already receiving half of what everyone else is. And she's training every day with Rainbow Dash. I need to slow her down somehow. But how? Slow her down... wait...

Quickly diving into his bag he brought out a small vial he had prepared at home for another task. Inside was what appeared to be water, but inside was actually an extremely potent mixture that he had proudly perfected. Dumping the vial into a cup, he then emptied a syringe of his steroid into it as well and carefully mixed the two. He grinned when he saw that the two liquids blended perfectly together with no noticeable changes, and with great care he filled two empty syringes with his new concoction. There was no clearly noticeable difference between these two 'new' syringes and his usual stuff, and just as he tossed the empty vial into the trash someone knocked on his door.

"Come in." he said. "Ah, Scootaloo, perfect timing. I've got some good news for you. No, really. I'm upping you to two syringes to help you get faster results. Seriously. Look, you don't even have to 'pay' me for today's treatment... yes, I'm completely serious. Now come here, let's get this over with..."