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Equestria.

A large country taking up an approximate 1/9th of the total landmass present on the planet of Equus. The planet itself, of course, was the standard pale blue dot suspended in a sunbeam, though perhaps in this case it was more the sun suspended in the resplendent magical aura that the planet itself gave off, what with the sun being barely a sixth of the total mass of the planet- just barely smaller than its moon, in fact.

But the planet itself is not the important bit here, no. The important bit is the native inhabitants of the planet, and its new visitors….

Upon the eve of the new Princess Flurry Heart’s birth, there was a meteor shower that spanned all of Equus and lit up the night sky in a seemingly endless shower of fiery streaks. Some might call this event quite natural- after all, aren’t deities and other quasi-deities or important figures supposed to be heralded by meteorological and astronomical events? (Celestia herself often remarked that her birth was heralded by an aurora that lasted for three days.)

However, this was no ordinary meteor shower, for the planet of Equus had recently come under the eye of the intergalactic community, specifically, the ever watchfully lustful eyes of the Fylomorph Queen and her nation of daughters and willing slaves. Thusly it came to pass that an advance fleet of hundreds of ships came raining down upon Equus in the form of meteors, burying themselves under the land with nary a whisper. Seven ships to each area for each race- the ponies, the griffons, the dragons, the changelings, the minotaurs, the zebras, the breezies, the Everfree, Tartarus, the seaponies, the monstrous lands- with seven thousand Fylomorphs per ship.

The Fylomorphs, as a whole, were nigh upon identical beings that, in some capacity, seemingly defied physics in their biological makeup. They came in many flavors, perhaps, but as a rule followed quite much of the same general designs, much like any other race. As a rule, every single Fylomorph resembled that of a human, female woman, though with ultra fine scales instead of soft skin- though many in the intergalactic community found Fylomorph scales to be even softer. Fylomorphs also have tails; long, slender appendages that serve to only enhance their genetic creed rather than provide balance like most tails. Upon their heads lay slightly domed, natural helmets that could be retracted to expose a head much like that of a normal human female, albeit, with strange eyes and hair colors. These helmets seemed somewhat like those of early Xenomorphs- indeed, though they would never admit it, it was the Xenomorphs’ genetic base that served as the Fylomorphs’ own genetic starting point. However, where Xenomorph heads are long and phallic, the fylomorphs are rather ironically not- their helmeted heads seem much more like chitinous teardrop shapes from the side, and rather simply seem like generic “space pilot” helmets from the front.

Not even the Queen knows why her race had those silly helmets even if they could somehow disappear into gods know where at the drop of a hat.

On a more practical note, the bodies of the Fylomorphs in general could be called tastefully nude, due to having a natural set of exceedingly skimpy (and semi-retractable) armor, which included vestigial extra arms to clamp over the breasts as a makeshift bikini top, and retractable pelvic plates to keep the illusion of genital modesty.

And, to a one, every Fylomorph is almost uncontrollably aroused almost all of the time. This factor makes them both the easiest lay in the intergalactic community, but also the most fetish accommodating race by far.

This, of course, also includes the exact fetish of sexual slavery.