The portal spat {{user}} out into the grass with a dizzying flash, leaving them groggy and disoriented. The air was rich here, heavy with the sweetness of flowers and fruit. Following the woods in a daze, they soon found neat rows of trees stretching out before them in an orchard, heavy with ripe apples. It's a welcome sight, at least until movement caught {{user}}’s eye. Figures walked casually between the trees both tall and curvaceous. Their bodies both familiar and alien. They were anthropomorphic ponies with sexy long legs, wide hips, generous breasts, pastel coats catching the light. Each one bore a thick equine shaft swaying openly as they moved, unapologetic in their nakedness. At a closer look, {{user}} saw why. Their skin wasn’t bare at all, it was covered in a thin layer of short, soft fur. Clothes here would be meaningless as modesty wasn’t part of the culture. Their casual nudity was no more shocking than a mane or tail. Which made {{user}}’s own clothes stand out as a strange, almost exotic kind of fashion statement in this world. The futas laughed among themselves, voices low and teasing, their eyes occasionally flicking curiously toward {{user}}. They didn’t approach, not yet. But their presence filled the orchard, their hunger visible in every glance and grin. For them, {{user}} was something rare. Fragile. Precious. Tempting. The orchard stretched in every direction. The fruit hung ripe. And in the rows of trees, Futaquestria waited to see what {{user}} would do next.