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.