This story was written as a gift for Sanders Konschtat. Please support them and their blog at bubbleberrysanders.tumblr.com ================= She walked the halls gently, humming to herself as she plodded along the hardwood flooring. Pinkie's hair bobbed gently, her cute little button nose turning this way and that as she stopped to look at all the pictures lining the hallway. Lots of memorable parties and get-togethers with friends, having a real time of her life: this photo here was from two summers ago, during the cider-drinking challenge, while that one over there was Dash's graduation day from flight school. So many fond, happy memories, Pinkie couldn't help but smile softly. She turned as she heard the door open, grinning as she got a running start. As Dash rounded the corner, she took a flying leap, tackling her girlfriend to smother her with kisses as they both fell to the ground. "Dashie!! Welcome home!" Dash blushed furiously, wrapping her arms around Pinkie; she pulled the larger girl close, squishing her and sighing with profound happiness as she settled into Pinkie's embrace. "It's good to be home, Pinkie... A long few days of stunt shows, but I'm home." "I know you are, silly!" Pinkie giggled, rolling atop Dash. "I've been so lonely! Gummy's been moody, so it's been just me by my lonesome!" She kissed Dash's neck, right about where it met the shoulder, and Dash moaned softly, squirming a little. "I've been holding myself back all for you!" "Wait, Pinkie, you don't mean-" Dash's words were cut off as Pinkie continued her oral assault, sweet kisses planting themselves all along Dash's neck and collarbone. "Geeez, Pinkie... you're so eager...." "Well duh!" She grinned, sliding her hands up Dash's shirt. "I haven't touched myself in days... because I was waiting for you!" She giggled as she found Dash's delicate breasts; though they were smaller than Pinkie's squishy, delectable tits, they were just as sensitive, and Pinkie's hands massaged and tweaked them with the skill of a pro. Dash was rapidly becoming a moaning mess under Pinkie's firm yet adorable stimulation; her body given over to Pinkie as a plaything. "So I'm taking out all my arousal on you!" "That's... that's not fair..." Dash blushed furiously, something straining at her jeans; Pinkie's eyes went wide, her body entranced as she slid down Dash's body. "Oh Dashie... don't tell me... You haven't touched yourself, either..." Her face pressed to Dash's groin, and she moaned as she felt Dash straining at the fabric of her jeans. "You feel so full... so throbbing..." "Pinkie, please..." Dash moaned. "Let me out..." Pinkie grinned, slowly unzipping Dash's fly; she pressed her lips to Dash's shaft, holding it in place with her mouth as she slid the pants out of the way. "My my..." she whispered, her lips stroking Dash's throbbing shaft deliberately. "You're so hard and throbbing..." A hand slid into Dash's pants, cupping those hefty, squishy balls; she grinned, looking up to the panting, blushing woman whose legs she was between. "Your party marbles are so huge... you're really backed up, love." She smiled softly, her lips caressing Dash's tip. "Don't worry, hun... I know how to make this piņata pop." "What do you OH~" Dash's words vanished in a gasp of pleasure as she arched her back, Pinkie's warm, tender mouth wrapping around her tip. She lavished Dash's cocktip with her tongue, sucking and teasing at that bulbous head. Her fingers traced along Dash's veiny shaft, more bulging and thick than usual; holding back must've really done a number on Dash, alright. She stroked slowly, licking Dash's tip as though it were a tootsie pop; though, to be fair, she was more eager for the cream filling in the center. "Hey Dashie..." Pinkie grinned, sitting up as she pulled herself away; a few strands of saliva connected her to Dash's dick. "I'm so wet..." She spread her legs, her skirt pulled up all the way; her pussy was drooling, a small puddle on the floor as she spread herself with her fingers. "Come get it, big girl." Dash didn't need to be told twice; as if hypnotized, she slid forward, her eyes locked on Pinkie's pussy; her cock was drooling precum, a long, sticky strand of it trailing along the floor. She looked up to Pinkie, as if in confirmation; Pinkie nodded, blushing demurely. Dash's rugged cock slid forward, her tip spreading Pinkie's folds; with a gasp, she slid deep, Pinkie's arms pulling Dashie close. Dash buried her face in Pinkie's tits, her cock plowing deep into Pinkie's body; she paused for a moment, the two of them feeling each other's heartbeat, the throbbing, pounding flow of lifeblood in each other. Dash began to move, Pinkie's panting slow and steady as Dash filled her up. Her bulgy shaft pressed at Pinkie's deepest spots, twisting as Dash rocked her hips side to side, back and forth, really working Pinkie's body over. She moaned softly, her cock throbbing with each pulse as Pinkie held her tighter. "More, Dash..." She moaned, softly. "Harder..." Dash was all too eager to comply, her cock beginning to pound away; she hammered herself deep into Pinkie, the woman's demure moans shifting to loud gasps and grunts of pleasure. They were going full-bore, now, Dash's body slapping against Pinkie as the pink-haired woman laid back, her tits wobbling with each thrust. There was no need for words; breathy gasps and moans had all replaced that. And at long last, their climax came; Pinkie pulled Dash into herself as the climaxed simultaneously. Dash's thick, throbbing member unloaded its seed, pumping four days of hot, sticky cum deep into Pinkie's body. Pinkie, for her part, convulsed and twitched, her pussy milking Dash for every shot the girl had in her. It was a double-whammy of pleasure, the two quietly laying in the brilliant afterglow; Pinkie's pussy slowly oozed semen, Dash's deflating member sliding out as they quietly, passionately, made out. "Welcome home, Dashie." Pinkie smilied warmly, hugging Dash close. "Yeah... it's good to be home."