Lucky guy…

@toxicitzi
 
Yeah, me neither. There are few pictures of these villainesses (DB,NMM,TS) with humans on interspecies relationships.

@WinterCyng  
Honestly, I wouldn’t mind seeing more Nmm, there’s barely any scraps of her to be found anywhere.

@Background Pony #1118  
Tempest Shadow should be next depending on what Arareroll is up to.

We hope to see more submissive humans and two villainesses full of children <3<3

@abackgroundpony
 
Oh great!!!!
 
What are we gonna see on the next pictures?

@Background Pony #1118  
Currently being worked on

Unf just unf!!!!
 
Any chance we see a continuation or sequel?

NMM should hug with her wings both guy and girl (second “panel”). That would be uber-cute!

Reverse cuck porn with ponies  
Now i ve seen everything

Make the human girls eat the cum out of her vagina

Nice, haha. Granted I kinda imagined the opposite attitude from Nightmare, as in her being quite happily domineering over those second class humans. Nice though.

@Kamazeustra  
Depends on how the chick feels or if she’s in on it / gets what he’s doing. That doesn’t seem to be what’s going on here, though. Looks like the lucky guy just had a serious case of love and lust at first sight, then went straight for a kiss to Luna’s heart…
 
Honestly, I’d feel twice as cucked if someone didn’t even half to try to seduce my significant other.

This does raise a question. Is there a minimum amount of control Luna needs to have to be considered to be cucking blondie? If she walks away from this feeling cheap, with a bright red hand print on her ass, would the chick just have gotten a voyeur show where her man makes a horse princess his bitch?

@doctor clifton  
It fits perfectly when the courageous motherfucker here actually snaps out of his entranced stupor and takes some initiative.

@Prism King  
Changed my mind. Anyone know how to delete your own comment? I’d prefer to undo the comment of mine I replied to.

@WinterCyng  
(Ironically, that wasn’t my best OC. Then again, I took him and powered him up a lot more than usual. He’s supposed to have to get a crash course in his abilities instead of being raised already knowing what he is, so it made RPing as him kinda awkward, especially since all that big talk is supposed to be a mask to put on a strong face for the humans he leads when he’s more scared than any of them: afraid of failure, afraid of even one faulty command leading to the death of many of his own kind. It was awkward trying to use him with everything already learned, so, let’s start this one over, this time, Earth has only recently fallen, because this one would strike within weeks of the planet being conquered.)
 
Starting over…
 
Location: Prismartopolis, Royal Republic of the Planet Draqstar, Gemini Mystilus System, Anromeda Galaxy.  
Date: Shortly after the fall of Earth
 
Do you idiots realize what your “personal affairs” allowed to happen? That two week delay allowed Terra to fall all because every single other planet in Andromeda couldn’t spare their planetary leaders for half a day for an emergency conference! Does the binding rules of the Andromeda Compact mean nothing to you?
 
(1999 humans of different kinds look down in shame.)
 
We are two thousand worlds strong, each world having given rise to humans independent of each other, even mine, which doesn’t even have primates! I, King-Chancellor Jonnathan Thaddamaeus Gheelia, Sr. of the Royal Republic of Draqstar propose that the entire Compact declare war on the Equestrian Empire so we can drive them out with our technomancy that surpasses even anything they can comprehend! After all, we all believe in the same deity because He gave my people their human magic, and our magic itself is proof he exists! Now, all in favor, say “Aye”, a simple majority will allow a declaration by those in favor, while a unanimous vote will be a full declaration by the Galaxy. To save Terra quickly, we need a unanimous vote, so think long and hard before voting against.
 
(Two-thousand voices all say “aye!”, my own included)
 
Perfect. Now, remember, the enemy tries to use seduction. yes, unlike homo sapiens, our genomes, such as the Nyctillians, or callidus homo sapiens, meaning “clever wise man”, and my people’s, or homo sapiens magicis, meaning “magical wise man”, as well as the rest of yours, are not overridden by other genomes, instead fusing with fellow human genomes to build new combinations to enhance the offspring, and when faced with a non-human genome that’s still compatible, they always overcome it, assimilate it, and then have a 50/50 chance of having children from the altered assimilated genome but with the abilities of the human genome that absorbed it, or human children from that human genome—I should know: my daughter in-law’s a unicorn, and she has four pony children with my people’s powers and four that are the same kind of human as I am. However, as a precaution, we’ll need to use the “Temporary Eunuch Spell” on our soldiers to make them infertile until the war is over, as well as remove their sex drive for that time, just in case.
 
(Pulling a white, prismatic sword out of a dimensional pocket, I show it to all present, who stare at it in shock.)
 
Yes, I’m not going to lead the charge with the Royal Scepter, but with Photrius, the Prism Blade of Righteousness! You all remember my battle with Turmoil when I needed this blade to counter his use of Shadrius, the opposite to this blade. With so many magic artifacts on each side, it was like a clash between two monotheistic Gods of Creation, but this is the strongest magical artifact of good, and it will grant me the power I need to lead the charge.
 
(Cheers resound throughout the chamber.)
 
Now, my fellow human cousins! let the galaxy know! As of now, Andromeda is at war! The campaign to liberate Terra begins now! We’ll arrive in seven Terran days!
 
(Reaching inside myself, I feel through the twenty-two Elemental threads within me, finding the white Light one. With a gentle pull, it eagerly rises to fill my form, my hands and eyes glowing white. Channeling the thread into the sword, I smile as the blade glows with light sow bright, my world’s twin suns seem pitch black in comparison. I release the thread, letting it return to its natural flow within me, and nod to the other planetary leaders of the galaxy. If we moved fast enough, we might not even need to use orbital bombardment to allow us to deploy planet-level units such as aircraft, ocean vessels, and troops. Luckily, there was no way anyone n Earth, friend or foe would know about this, except for some of our people who had been vacationing there when the attack happened, taking advantage of how we all look identical on the outside. And even then, they would’ve either fled, or used ou7r magic to hide until they could leave the planet unnoticed.)

@WinterCyng  
We’ll see who’s delusional!
 
(Sensing a little further, I sense a female pony right outside the door, apparently poised to open it right before I froze time. Yes, this is the human’s mistress, but…)
 
(I smirk, sensing this pony’s different. That brain’s not pony, but human. She’s one of us. She must be one of the sleeper agents.)
 
Okay, if you’re that insistent…
 
(With a wave of my glowing green hand, I remove her from being bound by the time lock.)
 
(The door opens, your mistress enters, but she gasps when she sees what happened.)
 
“Supreme Commander Carey!” She gasps, galloping up to me before looking at you. “I thought you didn’t want to harm other humans! And I thought the global assault wasn’t for three days! Why aren’t you still at Ark II?”
 
(The small black stripe made with magic ink mixed with microscopic microchips that give it the slightest green tinge at the base of her neck marks her as one of the moles, so that other moles can identify her as a friend. Yep, she’s one of us, for sure.)
 
(I turn to her)
 
My apologies, ma’am, but apparently, he’s been getting into his own trouble, he honestly thinks that the announcement was impossible, that we were just another fake resistance, and even tried to spread propaganda to counter my broadcast.
 
(She looks at you and shakes her head.)
 
“I thought it’d be better to not let him know what my true mission was because I thought he’d get either too excited about it or go nuts and try to report me. I couldn’t very well smuggle him to a bunker. Being his mistress was my cover. But with Operation Parasite now in effect, that’s over.”
 
Do you see now? Here she is, the one who gave this apartment, and…
 
(I turn to her again.)
 
Sorry ‘bout the record player.
 
(She just waves a hoof in dismissal.)
 
“Eh, don’t bother. That piece of junk was a silly attempt at technomancy compared to what we’ve been doing together underground.”
 
(She turns to you.)
 
“Now, I see how this is hard for you to believe. All of this was a precaution. I have further plans for you, though. When this is all over, I want to marry you instead, especially since certain children need their father!”
 
(I smile in triumph as several children dash into the room, some ponies, but not all ponies. A few small infused humans enter as well, complete with tribal abilities like ponies. As they start calling you “Daddy”, I nod to her.)
 
I hope that one did it. Otherwise, we may have a problem.
 
(She nods in agreement)
 
“If all of this didn’t snap him out of it, we’ll need to take drastic measures, and I really don’t want to have to do that to him.”
 
Sorry, but the constructed world is in your mind, not mine. The tyrants have no “tender mercies”. They are cruel to the core. And never want for anything? That again is a farce! What I want is to have a fully human family, be married to a human woman, raise said human family ourselves for the purpose of giving them a wonderful future like those of old did, all without either of us being breeding stock. I also want to not be looked after. I don’t want to merely survive. I want to live my life to the fullest! Have my name etched in history forever! I’ve never had a mistress, and I never will. I’d sooner castrate myself than submit to them. This is one man who will never bend or break, and he’s backed by billions.

@Prism King  
Nope, nothing. You must have either had a really bad mistress, been in one of the battles or just have been mentally unable to accept the new reality. Whatever the cause, you have clearly lost your mind and have constructed this world in your mind where you’re all-powerful and able to withstand the might of their divine majesties. Just surrender and submit to their tender mercy. All will be well, you’ll be well looked after & never want for anything.

@WinterCyng  
You can’t dismiss this as non-existant that easily.
 
Hmm… Worse than I expected. They’re delusional. Honestly believing what they’re told more than what they see or feel.
 
But, the solution is simple: that music. It’s not normal.
 
(I magically scan the entire record player, finding it’s fully-saturated with brainwashing magic.)
 
Probably multiple layers to this control, but first things first…
 
(I drop you to the ground, grimacing as your unseeing eyes still don’t acknowledge the truth before you. Next, I raise my right hand and fire a large shot of hard magic at the player, destroying it, ending the song. The magic from it is gone, but there could be more layers. The music could even make the music continue even after its source is gone, so I keep looking.)
 
Ah! The fire! maybe a bit of cold will give them a shock to snap them out of it!
 
(Spreading my massive wings again, I flap them rapidly, producing a strong gust, putting out the flame in a second.)
 
(I look back at you hopefully. Waiting for any sign of realization to return to those glazed eyes.)

@Prism King  
Nothing happened. I see only the comfortable apartment provided by my mistress, I feel nothing but warmth from the fire, and I hear nothing but the music of my record player.

@WinterCyng  
Those places all fell, but due to protocols set in place back in the Cold War era, every single center of government, from cities to national capitals all have evacuation bunkers to preserve the governments should any disaster happen. But, if you need more proof…
 
(With a thought, I locate you, sensing your stubbornly resistant aura among the humans who have had their rage rekindled. With another, my right hand glows a brilliant green, and I vanish from the broadcasting room of the bunker, reappearing in front of you, still-glowing hand around your neck, sending jolts of electricity into you to prove my point, raising my now also-glowing left hand to cast a time-lock spell over the area, fo9llowed by an anti-teleport spell)
 
If I have no magic, then what’s this?
 
(I fire pellets of hard magic from my left fingers at you for a few seconds.)
 
How’d I teleport here, if I don’t have magic? The aura matches my eyes, just like with a unicorn! Are you going to deny my words now, broken shell? Are you going to force me to destroy one of my own? It’s just you and me here. No one can hear us, no one knows I left the bunker I was raised in, and no one’s coming. Don’t make me do it. I don’t want to take out one of my own.
 
(I unfurl the massive white feathered wings on my back to prove another point.)
 
And where did these come from? Here I am, right in your face, I know you can feel it, my magic aura.
 
(A crushing feeling of immense magic emanates from my entire form, one to rival the tyrants’ own feeling of power.)
 
Now, answer me, If I’m not what I claim to be, then how come I can do all this? We used to be unmagical, but my blood is part pony! I’m both in one, just with the body favoring the human form.

@Prism King  
Now I know that you’re either a fool, a liar or insane. I was there when London fell, I watched live as the US was conquered. I know that all the resistance groups are fronts backed by our Goddesses to prevent anarchy. Humans have very little magical ability, so I know you can’t have even a tenth of the power you claim. I urge all Humans to disregard the ramblings of this man.

@WinterCyng  
Hmm? Is this more propaganda I hear? Well, i guess it’s time we stop only communicating with our fellow exiles and communicate with the surface. Underground, we are all of one mind: the Tyrants will fall. The Second Dawn of Man and their supporters live in these bunkers, but I guess the time has come to address what’s left of our surface brethren.
 
Ah-hem! Is this set to broadcast on all frequencies at once yet? What? the light? Green is on air? Oh…
 
My dear brothers and sisters! Humans of the conquered surface! With the power of science and magic, I am speaking to you today! The world was never fully conquered! Not a single government was destroyed! Your old nations still survive, working from specific evacuation points! Certain civilians were allowed to follow, as were pony sympathizers to our plight!
 
The sisters lie! They aren’t divine! I’ve met truly Divine beings, and They love you very much! You are their children! Every single human is their son or daughter, and They look just like us!
 
We’ve been hiding, but no more! With the power of science and magic, we’ve changed the rules! Among us, human breeding with ponies don’t always produce ponies! Some are ponies with human brains, the others are human infants with pony tribe powers! My mother is a unicorn! My father is a kind of human called an “Icarus”, which a human with Pegasus powers! As for me? I’m a human, but something out of nightmares for the oppressors! I’m the ultimate form of this new kind of human! I’m an Incarnation! A human with Alicorn powers! Feel, don’t think! Feel my empathetic aura touch all humans, and know that I speak true! Feel my powers of knowledge impartation, and know what I know! If any of us from the new, superior fused race breeds with anyone not infused, the infusion will take over the DNA of the offspring, producing infused offspring! Not even the sisters can resist it!
 
Brothers! Remember who you once were as I send you that knowledge with my power! Breadwinners, family men! Kings! Emperors! Conquerors! And many more! Feel the rage return! Pine for what you used to be! With it fresh within you once more, don’t meekly accept their demands! Fight back! Refuse! You know you have it in you! Let your will be restored once more! May man fight again!
 
Sisters! Remember who you once were, as well as I send you that knowledge! Homemakers, workers, childrearers, mothers! And more! You’re meant to have your own families, not only have human children to create breeding stock! Your children are supposed to be the next generation to take care of the world! It was that way before, and it shall be again! Feel that same rage! let maternal fury fill you! Your ancestors demand jsutice, now feel their anger fill you, as well! Demand that same justice! Refuse to teach the oppressor’s foals! Don’t raise them! Tell them to do it themselves! Surely they have to time to do so! With this, we can tear down their society, as it relies on human slaves to function!
 
All humans of the surface, feel the rage of your ancestors coursing through you! I know you can feel it! For I can feel you through my link! Don’t fight it! These are the people who made it possible for you to exist! make their fury your own, and fight with me!
 
Infused ponies hiding among the oppressors! Congratulations on not having been discovered once! To show the oppressed that the oppressors’ power isn’t nearly as strong as they think, the time has come! Begin “Operation Parasite”! I know that there are two billion of you hiding up there, and we get reports from you a lot! Now, you’ve yet to betray us, and we have magic monitoring to thank for the knowledge that we can trust you. The time has come! All two billion of you “Sleeper Agents”, it’s time to activate! We’ll be monitoring the progress of each and every one of you so we know when the time is right to emerge ourselves!
 
May the Empire fall into chaos! Death to Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon! May their reign end swiftly! Mankind shall return, stronger than before! Beware the Second Dawn of Man!
 
Brothers and sisters on the surface, I wish you good luck! I can feel many of you have let the anger of your ancestors fill you, making their justice your justice! Make us proud!

@Naughtypony2010  
Is that so? Hmm… Seems we’ve remained in exile for a little too long, Earth is Man’s property, but it seems the remnants of Man on the surface have been brainwashed, as well.
 
We’re not another resistance. That time is over. We’re not even a rebellion. We are an army numbering in one billion soldiers, both humans and ponies, with bloodlines intertwines so much, we might as well be the same. I can use magic, and that’s because the power of the biogen allowed us to overcome the default. Now, we are the true default.
 
We are superior, and you, poor brainwashed fool, are in need of our help, badly. I hear our ancestors crying out in anger, seeing their descendants reduced to mere breeding stock. No sapient lifeform deserves such a position. Almost all animals are sentient (self-aware) but only humans and ponies are sapient (capable of reason). They are draining your sapience from you slowly, and we won’t stand for it.
 
By the way, our moles are hidden all throughout the ponies you meet every day. We even have moles in the Equestrian military, some of them even hiding among the corrupted sisters’ most trusted officers. One word from us, and half of their army will turn on them in an instant.
 
And you speak of Tartarus? Heh, I fear no Greek myth. Though born an Incarnation, I had to have my own Ascension to have my Incarnation powers bestowed. And I met someone there. Two, actually. They tasked me with saving Their children: the human family. Two deities: a God and a Goddess, creators of the Universe, literal parents of the human family. There’s no Tartarus in this realm. However, there is a Cocytus: the final circle of Hell: a sea of unrelenting, unmeltable ice beneath multiple circles of heat and flame. The corrupted sisters will freeze in Cocytus by the time we’re done!
 
Oh, and my true ultimate power that I didn’t reveal before?
 
Divine realization: the ability to grant any human the powers of a monotheistic deity for up to thirty minutes, though I can only deify one human at a time without overloading myself. This makes them absolutely unbeatable, with power over Creation itself. It’s for emergencies only, though.
 
But with that, I can show you your true destiny: godhood. It’s the destiny of every human who doesn’t fail the test of life set forth by the Divine Parents.
 
If we somehow all fail, our Mother and Father will personally reveal themselves to save Their children.
 
Don’t believe me? I could always show you what I know with Knowledge Impartation, or I could use a weakened form of Wrath of the Fallen to allow you to hear your furious ancestors, yourself.
 
As for magic? I’ve seen my baby videos, and I could levitate objects at one month old. I have magic. The biogen is the secret to life, for the Divine Parents used it bestow life.
 
You worship false deities! I enact judgement on them for violating this simple commandment: “Thou shalt have no other god’s before Me.” Other Divines work with Him, but he is before all. Any who refuse to acknowledge Him as above them will be punished.
 
Oh, those ponies across the street? If you haven’t looked yet, they’re watching you. They work for me. So, what’s it gonna be? Would you you rather I show you, or would you rather they bring you to me? There’s no third option, as I’ve taken precautions. I already cast an anti-contact spell over your location. You’re isolated. See the faint green tinge to the air? Well, if you don’t, you’re not squinting hard enough. That’s my magic aura. That’s the presence of my spell, isolating you. You’re not going anywhere. You’re not telling anyone.
 
In fact, just to prove it to you a little more…
 
There, I just cast another spell over your area, creating a temporary time lock. That way, no one will see what I’m sending your way: two Mages to prove the power of human magic to you. They and the two Unicorns will be ready to take you by force if you won’t listen, for we can’t let you leak anything.
 
There. They’re standing next to the ponies, one on either side. A man and a woman.
 
Notice the hands? distorted? Fingers half again as long as they should be? larger palms to accommodate those fingers? That’s the mark of a Mage. The spiral grooves are etched into every bone in each finger, just like the grooves in a Unicorn horn. And they function the same, too. The time lock’s still there, and it spreads for miles. In addition, there’s an anti-teleport spell that ignores the spell’s strength and simply blocks it. No one is teleporting in to save you.
 
Now, Answer me, pathetic shell of what we once were! What do you choose? Do i show you, or do I have you brought to me?
 
And yes, this is fun! Best part is, Jeffrey Carey is an OC of mine for a fic I’m working on that employs similar mechanics of human/pony breeding, but didn’t need the biogen (which a lot of biologists insist has to exist (and they’ve come close to finding it a few times, or so they say)) to do it, because it occurred naturally. Humans had been overwhelmed by ponies eons ago, turned into slaves, and imprisoned in workcamps. The humans were enslaved in secret camps for so long, the ponies all forgot about them except for the taskmasters. It’s been over 20,000 years, and even the Princesses are unaware of this slavery. Human children of human/pony unions would have their powers sealed at birth to prevent rebellions, but foals from it were allowed to take advantage of the superior brain to enjoy lives most ponies didn’t get to. Jeffery Carey was the result of a 15 generation project to create “The Promised One”: a human with Alicorn powers, aka: an Incarnation. it succeeded, and his powers were unsealed at the age of 18, and he overcame his taskmasters and with his fellow former slaves, created the Second Dawn of Man to free mankind at long last. If you want to read what I have, I could link it to you (it’s multiple gdocs set to only be visible by specific people.