When dimensional experimentation goes awry, SciTwi finds herself on a planet full of pony people! There's a lot to get used to-- the hooves, the wings, the magic ... and the fact that everybody (everypony?) doesn't really wear clothes very often. Will Twilight be able to escape from a dimension full of hedonistic nudists? Will she even want to?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you haven't figured this out, this is another silly clopfic which will focus on stuff like exhibitionism and public play and so on. More debauchery to come in later chapters, I promise.