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                  Passionate Programming                   
                  -by Grainne Ni Bhroin-                   
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                          On Air                           
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On Air
On Air
“...Support for Radio Scraphoof is provided by The Glowing One on the hill. He’s actually harmless and just wants to be left alone so stop taking pot shots at him okay? And now for a musical interlude.” Flipping a switch on the console with a wing, Gale Force took off her headphones and set them down next to the mic just as Call Sign entered the room with a tray in his magic. “Is that lunch?” She asked.
“Yeah, got something from Apple Brandy’s, he sends his regards,” the stallion replied, setting the tray beside the console. “Got some of the hard stuff too, after that story I think we both need it.”
Gale shuddered at the mention. “Don’t remind me, I’m never gonna look at a daisy cake the same way again,” she said, popping a wedge of potato in her mouth. “The town is cursed I swear. Every day you think you’ve seen it all, then tomorrow finds something new.”
“What do you think is next?” Call Sign asked, pouring them each a glass of Brandy’s special. “Potato harvest going to revolt?”
“Shush, you’ll give it ideas,” she replied with a chuckle and took one of the glasses. “We have any more sponsor messages for today?”
“Nothing until the evening,” he said, taking a sip from his glass. “It’s the one for Spark Plug’s workshop and the new shipment of parts.”
“And the next program isn’t for an hour, plenty of time to kill,” she said finishing off her own lunch. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
Flipping through his checklist, Call Sign replied. “That we can finally replace that busted bulb on the dash? We’ve been meaning to do that for weeks.”
“Oh come on the bulb can wait,” Gale nuzzled Sign’s cheek, “You know exactly what I mean. It’s been too long since we had a bit of fun.”
His cheeks went red as he fell onto his haunches, his back up against the desk. “What, here? Now?”
“Well.” She advanced on the stallion. “Front door’s locked, right?”
He nodded.
“Booth’s sound proof, right?”
Another nod.
“Well then,” she ran her wingtips over both of his cutie marks. “Why not?”
He nodded a third time and Gale pressed forward into a kiss, pinning him against the desk as his hooves grabbed her flank. She pulled back momentarily, tilted Sign’s chin up with a hoof and planted a line of kisses along his neck and jawline towards his ears.
“So, do you want to be top or bottom this time?” she whispered.
Call Sign squirmed at each kiss, face red as a tomato, and barely squeaked out, “B-bottom, please. You know that.”
“I do,” she said with a nibble to his ear, “but I like to hear you say it.”
Balancing with her wings she lifted Call Sign up onto the desk, jostling the radio console, and pinned him there with a hoof as she left a trail of kisses and nuzzles down his stomach towards his sheath.
“Watch the equipment,” he muttered out between gasps.
“The stuff’s survived 200 years, it’ll survive this. Besides,” she replied, licking his growing member and grinning at the shudder it sent through the stallion, “I’d rather watch you right now.” Rising back up she pressed her own dick against his and planted another kiss on his neck.
“C-come on, don’t say things like that,” he stammered, running a hoof along the leading edge of her spread wings.
“Oh you love it when I do, just look how hard It makes you.”
“Like you aren’t just as turned on.”
Grinding against the blushing stallion she kissed his forehead at the base of his horn. “Yeah, but it’s still cute.”
Call Sign buried his face in Gale’s chest with a muffled “Is not.”
With a giggle and a half suppressed huff she responded, “Is too, and unless you admit it I’m not gonna fuck you.”
Whimpering, he muttered back “G-gale, come on. P-please.”
“Are you gonna say it?
“Fine, it’s cute, okay? Now please?”
Gale gave his ears another nibble as she carefully aligned herself with Sign’s rear, the tip of her cock pressed against his entrance.
“Such a good stallion, of course I will,” she whispered, and pushed her hips forward. His cock trembled in the air between them, dripping spots of precum onto his coat as Gale’s member pressed into him.
Gasping as she hilted herself in him, and wings spreading stiffly, she began to work her hips back and forth. Each thrust drew another twitch or moan from Sign, his cock now pressed into the fur of Gale’s stomach leaving little wet spots. Gale peppered him with kisses to his face and neck, delighting in the sounds he made in her grasp, and wrapped her wings around him .
Trapped between the hard cock under his tail and the soft fur rubbing against his own Sign could do little more than writhe in pleasure as his thoughts were overwritten by passion and desire. Sign wrapped his hooves around her and struggled to hold back a moan. “Gale,” he whimpered, “just a bit more, I’m almost there.”
Gale nuzzled his cheek and responded between heavy breaths “Me too,” and buried herself deep in his rear, throbbing cock pressing against his prostate and pushing them both over the edge.
Call Sign pressed his face into her chest as her cock flared inside of him and coaxed ropes of cum out of his own. Several spurts soaked into Gale’s coat and the rest spilled across his stomach while his muffled moans filled the studio
The two lay there together, nuzzling though the afterglow. Gale briefly leaned down to kiss his still twitching dick. “You were adorable there you know?”
“You always say that,” he blushed.
“That’s because you always are,” she said, nuzzling him again as she helped him down from the desk. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Let me just check how much time we have left.” She sat at the console and as she swept her eyes across it they went wide. “Oh fuck!”
“What is it?”
“We’re on air,” she shouted, going bright red and flicking the offending switch back to off.
“What? For how long?” he said, ears shooting up in shock.
“I don’t know, I know it was off when we started. It must have happened when I bumped the board.”
“Damn it, I told you we should have replaced that bulb.”
“It’s a little late to say that now.” She sat there, thinking for a moment. “Do you think anyone was listening?”
“We’re the only station around, of course they were.”
“Fuck, what are we gonna say?”
Walking up beside her, Call Sign nuzzled her cheek. “Well, in this town it won’t even be the strangest thing of the day, they’ll understand.”
Gale leaned into Sign. “I know, but how do you face them after something like that?”
He giggled. “You act like they don’t know you, just be upfront and be yourself.”
“Thanks Sign.” She took a deep breath and gave him another kiss. “I think I know what to do.”
Turning back to the microphone, she switched it on and began to speak. “Good afternoon Scraphoof. Due to a few technical difficulties, our normal schedule has been disrupted. No doubt all of you know exactly what you just heard, so we here at Radio Scraphoof would like to apologize for that particularly passionate programming and return you to our regular broadcast schedule.”
Author's Note
So this whole thing started because I had an idea for a little scene between two characters in a Fallout Equestria ttrpg where they accidentally fuck on air and just had to write it. This is pretty much the first actual story I've written and, while I doubt it's much good I'm personally pleased by it