For Vinyl Scratch, what's a time without sex? To her, it's a miserable Spring, because hooves never seem to cut it and stallions don't know how to shank and not shoot. Desperate for a coitus alternative, the hot-to-trot DJ seeks for something a bit more exotic. A trip to the restricted section in the Canterlot Archives provides her with the means of a possible good time, and the instructions in the book are pretty simple. What could it hurt?

(Warning: NSFW as fuck. Contains tentacles and semi-consensual sex. Seriously <tentacles> If you don't like them then do not read this.)