Her eyes lingered on the pearl-inlaid fret board as she ran a hoof lightly along her lover's smooth contours.

''We've waited so long,'' she whispered huskily, pulling back the satin sheets to lie beside the instrument.

''Vinyl!'' came the suspicious call from downstairs. ''You haven't seen my bass… have you?''

''Shh!'' Vinyl hissed, pressing her hooves against the taut strings on the bass's neck. ''We can't let her find us this way! She would never understand the love we have for each other.''

For its part, the bass just really wanted to tap that ass.

Author's Notes:

This is the sound of rough sex.
(Alternative bad joke: something about the instrument's G-string)
(Fun fact: the bass's highest string, the G string, is an octave below the lowest string on violin, also a G string.)

Many thanks go to xjuggernaughtx, who was very pleasurable to talk with at BABSCon, rocks sick sideburns and slick suits, and insists the x's in his name are silent. Be sure to check out the story of his this collection inspired, the much funnier Cheerilee's Thousand!