Role Reversal Remastered

Two weeks.

A fortnight had passed since she was trapped in her own personal slice of Tartarus. Sombra let the scalding hot water of her shower pour across her damp pink coat. A sleek flattened mane framed her face much like a glistening waterfall. She was beyond sore from these last couple of days, Cheese had gotten a taste for her foul attitude as of late.

Merely a few hours ago she was in a role-play about Chrysalis. Her husband a lost and weakened stallion lost in the forest. Sombra the naughty and absolutely starved changeling queen in need of fresh love. She had stopped trying to struggle, in the end he'd always claim her.

Pinkie would laugh in the background of her mind. Any plea for mercy crafted into a seductive little moan, her voice a constant melody of lust and desire. It was best to not fight it for long, instead, she focused on finding enjoyment in her endless torture.

So she did.

“Room for another?” Cheese poked his head through the curtain with a goofy grin.

“Have I ever refused?” She lifted her tail upward to sway it across his snout flirtingly.

The stallion was quick to slither inside the steam covered space full of excitement. Like a child found inside a candy store, Sombra quick to lock her dark ocean hues with his own gaze. “I was starting to think things were getting stale between us but…” Cheese grunted in pain mixed with pleasure.

His wife had cradled his balls atop her soft tiny hoof to massage them. Yet just as quickly added a sharp twist near the upper sack, adding a swell of pressure up his growing shaft. The mixture of pain and pleasure something he never knew was possible.

Cheese scrunched his snout in dismay. Sombra's wet hoof caressed up and down his cock in a slow pumping motion, quick to stroke up near the tip adding a firm touch before massaging lower towards the base. Her cute tiny muzzle nuzzled his neck as she gave soft low pitched moans toward his ear.

The hot water hit them both in waves of euphoria. She picked up the pace in pumping his cock harder and harder in her delicate hoof. “Tonight, I'm breaking out the whip again!” She growled and lowered the cock against her plump thighs to tease his tip with a few caresses.

Feeling him throb she gave the swollen sack a nice firm squeeze, a shockwave of firm pressure quick to rush up to the tip like hot lightning. The stallion helplessly groaned as his muscular legs tightened and body tensed, several strings of sticky hot jizz messily splurged out onto the mare’s cute round belly.

Sombra curled her lips into a coy smile. Her soft little hoof dabbed a glob of cum off his aching cock, with a giggle she lapped it up with her tongue the taste still intoxicating as ever. “But that's for later, we have a birthday party to prepare.” Sombra washed away the mess with a taunting wiggle of her plush ass.

She wasn't going to be taken advantage of forever. Instead, she found a newfound appreciation for causing others pain, and with her new husband nearly addicted to their nightly romps. Plenty of pain was free to be shared.

Lil Cheese galloped around the crowded park with their friends laughing up a storm. The children had created a game of tag out of that odd rubber chicken, her child carried around for security.

Lil Cheese was a good kid. They loved to laugh and help others, always beaming with a sense of awe and wonder. Something she had come to forget in time, the simple pleasures that life could bring forth when one least expected.

Be it an adorable game of chicken tag.

The sharing of late-night cookies and secrets.

Or just a simple cuddle session outside on the front lawn.

Somewhere down the line, she forgot how to be happy.

How to be a pony.

“Wow, touching thoughts… Mr. Doom N Gloom.” The familiar voice of Pinkie chirped from the distance joyously.

“I guess you're rubbing off on me,” Sombra replied in a monotone fashion.

“Um, I'm sorry.” She spoke in a tone of regret.

“Hmm?” Sombra quirked her brow enjoying the children play.

“For all the forced actions I had you take.” Pinkie sighed apologetically.

“You wanted me to suffer?” Sombra asked point-blank.

“Maybe a bit, I mean you're a demon shadow thing!?” The mare sounded guilty to a fault which earned a giggle from the new host.

“I don't blame you- I was planning on probably getting myself killed again anyways.” Sombra rolled her eyes playfully.

“So you're not mad?” Pinkie meeped.

“You showed me that maybe a family isn't such a bad thing, so oddly enough thank you.” Sombra nodded in silence to herself with a genuinely warm smile.

“You enjoy being a mom too?” Pinkie probed with curiosity.

“There are worse fates, besides I kind of enjoy being happy.” Sombra giggled.

“And I don't really mind being bad sometimes.” Pinkie squealed.

At that moment both minds molded into one. A new spark of excitement filled her soul as the color once faded from the world returned more vibrant than ever. The sun seemed to glow a cozy bright orange, the laughter of children a melody to be cherished for years to come.

For the first time in forever, she was content.

“Five more minutes baby! Then it's CAKE TIME!!” Pinkie bounced in a circle around the picnic table like a rubber ball, nopony could party like a Pinkie Party.

“Your kid's party sucks!” A tiny filly playing with a yo-yo, suddenly spoke up from under a large sycamore tree to the right.

“And little yo-yo playing fillies who are rude get chopped into tiny little pieces…” Pinkie placed her hoof firmly on the child's shoulder.

“Chopped and diced, sprinkled haphazardly over cupcakes and devoured by unsuspecting guests…”

“But…” the child shivered in fright.

“Did you know if flesh is eaten that the soul can never rest. Forced to tumble and stumble throughout infinite darkness till the end of time, only to beg for a demise that will never come and be forever remembered as a speck of dust on the pages of history!?” Pinkie flashed a row of fangs to the child in hunger.

“Mooooom!!” The filly rushed off screaming in terror.

Indeed it was a beautiful day.

And would only get better tonight.