RWBY: Blueberry's Blush (Patreon)

“Ooouuuggghhh… I feel… funny…”

Weiss glared at the blue-faced, blonde-haired MORON. She’d probably be throttling her if she could, or at least attempting to find what remained of Yang’s neck beneath the fatty folds of stained skin, but she was dealing with her own… affliction.

“You absolute…” she began, but cut into a tight gasp of “Haaah~” as hundreds of gallons of blueberry juice warbled and bubbled inside of her body. Sensations danced across her own blue-stained skin, a bursting of bubbles and the sloshing of liquid. Her rear and her groin, nakedly squished against the exterior, quivered with the inexplicable impression of plump fullness.

She hoped she was still wearing her panties. There was no way to be sure, considering all she could see was her own azure nose and chubby cheeks, a similarly mixed expression upon Yang’s damnable face, their respective locks of colorful hair, and the crevasse of cleavage that was where either girl’s blueberry breasts were now shoved together.

“H-hey… I think we’ve stopped swelling…” Yang said.

“I… am going… to hit you…”

Yang’s eyes darted off towards the side and Weiss followed. Around the fleshy curvature of Yang’s immense breasts, Weiss could just barely make out the blonde’s chubby blue fingers, still gripping the red-and-blue bottle of soda which had… which had...

“You turned us into blueberries!!”

Baloop… baloorp... balloooomm…

Both girls bounced and groaned against the motions, their bodies shoving into one another and the tight confines of tiny bathroom. Somewhere beneath her overfilled belly, Weiss could feel her flesh flexing around the bathroom sink, which had crashed off the wall when she’d grabbed Yang for support and they had both toppled forward.

There’d been a *CRASH* from the sink, a *Tsaaaarrrr* from her dress, and an extremely worrisome *SPLLOSH* that Weiss’ hovering mind was still trying to figure out if it had come from inside of her or if… if…

If the bathroom floor had always been so sticky…

“D-don’t… shout,” Yang gasped. “Too much… moving… Oh, gods…”

They were so close that Weiss could feel the panting that came from Yang’s purple-stained lips. Fully immobilized, each girl’s chin rest at the top of massive blue breasts that were touched tip to tip with that of the other blueberry. Their bottoms pressed against the flat tile walls, their sides spread so far as to brace the small door, there was no room for either girl’s heaviness to sag or lay flat.

“I could… I’m… Ughh…” Weiss groaned. She relaxed the tension in her neck, dropping her double-chin frown into her cleavage.

The tops of her breasts tickled her chubbified cheeks.

“You… absolute… blonde…”

“Blueberry?”

Arctic eyes locked onto nervous lilacs before Weiss tried her best to use whatever muscles she could to throw herself at Yang. “BABOON!!!”

“Yaaagh! W-Weiss, Weiss Weiss~”

The snow princess shut her eyes against the thousands of rippling sensations, the most prominent of which rose from her bubbly loud breasts. She could feel her muscles trying to move, her legs trying to bend and her fists trying to punch, but there was just too much of Weiss in the way. She didn’t have elbows! She didn’t have knees! All her efforts amounted to was a cacophony of sound from her twittering hands slapping her own flesh, sending ripples of movement up her back and down to her breasts.

She couldn’t keep going. She was too damned heavy, and despite less than ten seconds of effort, her chin collapsed into her flesh as she panted and gasped and felt as her bangs began to drip with sweat.

“L-look at your breath!” Yang called.

Weiss didn’t look. Her mind was overloaded with sensations, tickling splashes and warbly bubbles. She couldn’t see most of her body, but she could feel it, and a girl should never feel like someone’s spilled fizzy cola between her naked legs.

“You… idiot…” she huffed. “I should… I’m gonna…”

“Oh, gosh. Are you sweating?”

“Yang!”

“Yagh, alright! Jeez…” Yang huffed in reply. “You’ve got to calm down, okay? We’re stuck, but we’ve stopped swelling… I think.”

Weiss grit her teeth but Yang cut off her biting reply with a *ba-woomp!* that might have been an intentional shove of her chest.

“Quit it! You flailing around isn’t helping! Calm… down… Just breathe with me… okay?”

There wasn’t enough space in the bathroom for good sense or good will. Breathing made her chest push out. Her chest pushing out made Weiss’ skin crawl, because her chest was now bigger than she had been tall!!!

She ground her teeth, blue eyes flashing, and was about to make another attempt before a very soft, very small noise interrupted the girls as somebody knocked on the bathroom door.

“You, uhh… you two okay in there?” asked Ruby Rose.

Both girls looked at the door, then back at one another, their faces filled with an embarrassed heat. “W-what do we say?” Yang asked.

“Don’t say anything!!” Weiss tersely replied.

“Are you dumb? She knows we’re in here!!”

“Tell me you locked the door!”

“Why would I lock the door?!?”

“Uhhh… I heard a noise… it sounded like somebody fell… Really, really, really hard? And then there was… umm… c-can you guys hear me?”

“Yeah, Ruby!” Yang called.

“We’re fine!” Weiss blushed. “D-don’t come in!”

“… You’re not, like, naked, are you?”

Both girls looked down at the other’s chest.

“DON’T COME IN!!” they repeated, this time in unison before each girl shivered against their jiggly pressures.

“Oookay…” Ruby said. “Uhh… does this have something to do with that… thingy, you mentioned?”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Opposites in unison, the blueberries blushed and began mouthing silent orders and directions, fluttering their hands as each tried to take the lead foot forward until their wobbly strain began to put both to sweat.

Before either of them could waddle their rule over the other, Ruby simply said, “Allllrighty. Well, I’ll be… in our room, I guess. Don’t do anything weird!!”

“We’re not!!” Yang bounced, and the pressure of the movement grinding on her chest brought Weiss somewhere as full of sensational pleasure as it was lusciously infuriating.

She fought her way back, desperately trying to hold her own mind against this bloaty stimulation. Her shivering must have provoked a similar sensation for Yang given the blonde had shunted one eye and was seeming to struggle for control of herself.

In and out, harsh and heavy, their pants for breath steadied. They looked at each other, glanced at the door, and then down to their breasts.

And then, they laughed.

“S-stop! A-aha~ ahahaha~”

“Y-you ahahahah~ I-it’s not funny!!”

“It’s pretty funny~”

“Oh… Gods… You’re such a jerk.”

As the absurdity of their situation rocked each girl to their juice-filled cores, they rocked slightly backwards and forwards, coming a few inches closer together. It wasn’t enough to be entirely noticeable, though each found a little more warmth reaching their face as they looked into the others cheery expressions.

“How am I a jerk?” Yang asked, smiling and speaking softly. “Did I make you drink it?”

“Practically,” Weiss rolled her eyes. “You skipped into the room, said, ‘Oh hey Weiss come drink this new drink I got in the bathroom with me,’ and then dragged me in here.”

“Firstly, that is a terrible impression,” Yang replied, lilacs glimmering over her grin. “My voice is not that husky.”

“Mine wasn’t either before you caused this.”

“Secondly,” Yang continued, “Fizzy Pop Soda’s an established brand! They’ve got sodas in all the corner shops!”

“Yeah, well, I’m not gonna be buying any soon. Glugh. I’ve never felt so carbonated…”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to feel carbonated.”

“I don’t think soda’s supposed to turn you blue, Yang. Where did you get this?”

There was a long, long pause where Yang’s eyes slowly drifted towards the side. “Eheh… ummm… w-well… I, uhh… Eheheh…”

“… You didn’t steal it, did you?”

“No, not that. Well… uhh… not… it wasn’t… I was gonna pay them back! They said they needed to test it more!”

A few very, very long moments passed, with the blonde berry blushing a bashful brightness. Weiss was no longer smiling.

“…Yang, tell me you did not steal an experimental soda.”

“I wasn’t… it wasn’t like actual theft!” Yang complained, tucking her cheeks down as if she could hide her face beneath her own juicy skin. “They were giving it out for free…”

“Who was?”

“The salespeople… at Lucky’s…”

“That burger place??”

“Eheh… you know, I mentioned it to Ruby and her first reaction was ‘Isn’t that a bar?!’” Yang chuckled, her deepened voice doing an awful impression of her sister’s brightness.

Weiss rolled her eyes. “You don’t drink.”

“Ahh, my blue companion,” the blonde began with a wink, “I think our current-”

“Shut up,” Weiss sliced across, bursting Yang’s bluster and making her squeak. “You were breaking your diet, weren’t you?!” she frowned, legitimately miffed.

“Aie! I-I-I thought we were wh-whispering!”

It was easier for Weiss to put aside the raw sensations that crawled over her skin with something far more important than her boobies to focus on. “Yang, we talked about this! You promised you wouldn’t eat fried food till you lost fifteen pounds! You’re too chunky!”

“L-l-lotta g-good that’s… done me~ Ouugh, Weiss please… E-either s-s-stop or… *unngh*, be waaay louder…”

Weiss felt herself narrow in confusion and then grew so hot that her entire face blushed. She let her eyes drift down to Yang’s purple lips, puffing for air and releasing a visible steam.

“*Hoogh*… *hoooghh*…” Yang breathed. “*Haaahh*… O-okay… fair… s-sorry…”

“N-no it’s… uhh… I’m feeling it… a bit… too…”

“S-sensitive…”

“Yeah… Gods… Okay… s-so… umm… Lucky’s…?”

“Y-yeah… sorry. I got a burger and-”

“Mozzarella sticks,” Weiss interrupted. “And a large blue raspberry slushie, yeah. I know your meal.”

“You do?” the blonde blinked. Then she wobbled her left hand, the one still clutching the bottle of soda. “Hey, too bad it wasn’t blue raspberries, huh?”

“What? Yang, blue raspberries don’t exist.”

“Eh? Yeah they do.”

“No, they don’t.”

“But… my slushie!”

Both girls tensed, their sliding breasts tickling together and their shudders making the sensations worse… or, better, given their creeping blushes.

“T-the saleswoman… she had a… thingy, there.”

“A booth?”

“Yeah. *Hoof*…” A show. The soda’s… umm… well, it is supposed to turn you blue.”

Weiss stared at her. She felt her expression narrowing from curiosity, to suspicion, then back to bewilderment. “B-but that… how would… what??”

“It’s… they said it wasn’t ready for Huntresses, but there were a bunch of people and it looked so yummy and… umm… I might have…”

Again, Yang waggled the bottle, but this time, whether through an absent-mind or porky fingers, she fumbled it. Both snapped to it to see the icon, a shapely hourglass with a scarlet bisector, slip up into the air before thudding against Weiss’ breasts, splashing her with its bubbly dark blue concoction before clattering to the floor.

“O-oops… sorry…”

“It’s… whatever. I highly doubt it can get worse than things already are…”

“No, I mean, like…” Yang sighed, her head hanging. She wobbled just slightly, as if trying to move side to side. “I thought it’d be funny, you know?”

The flattest expression any white-haired blueberry could have possibly managed blinked at the big blonde.

“You’ve been blue all weekend!” Yang said, looking away. “I thought it’d make you laugh… just a little… b-but I wanted to try it too, just in case it had… uhh… side-effects…”

Now it was Weiss’ turn to be embarrassed. “I-I’ve not been blue…”

“You’ve been all pouty!”

“I am not pouty!” Weiss pouted.

“Well, you certainly are now. It’s way easier to see since your cheeks are all purple.”

“T-they’re what?!” Weiss demanded. “It’s not… I…”

She hadn’t been paying much attention to the exact colors of the thing beyond when it turned her skin blue. She was too busy with muffled exclamations of surprise and the painful pressure of exploding out of her clothes… It had all been so quick, going from ‘Your lips! My fingers!’ to ‘MY DRESS!!’ in a matter of moments.

“Here,” Yang said, and then her eyes crossed to focus on her nose.

Weiss watched, extremely confused, as the girl’s puffy cheeks blew up even further. She wore a look of determined concentration, and then a sudden wobble had Weiss blink back and bite on her lip when Yang’s light twitch sent a ripple through their breasts all the way up to her bottom.

“U-uhhh…” Yang’s expression turned to a frown. “How do you make yourself blush?”

“… How am I supposed to know that?”

“Well, I don’t know!” her frown depend. There was a low *Awoob* from the sacks of juice might resemble fluttering arms. “Say something flattering!”

“What?”

Yang rolled her eyes. “If I said, ‘Weiss you have HUGE BOOBS,’ you’d get embarrassed and you’d blush.”

“I…!! You…!” Weiss blustered.

It gave the blonde a boisterous grin. “Awe! Yeah, like that! See?”

“…….. I am notcomplimenting your CHEST, YANG!”

“A-aah~ N-not so…” Yang shivered, which again brought salacious feelings from Weiss.

The floor beneath them had felt sticky and warm, but it seemed almost to be growing warmer as the two berries shivered and twitched.

“Not my chest... you goof,” Yang winked. “I’ve always had a great rack.”

“I h-ha-haaate you… so much~”

“Kyahahahahaha~”

Yang’s laugh caused Weiss to feel wondrous feelings. It was too much, too long. It felt almost like her whole body was being… being teased!!

“You’re too easy,” the blonde grinned into Weiss’ gasps. “Gods… Alright, fine. Our hair’s already down,” she said, shaking her head and bringing Weiss’ attention to how fluffy the blonde mane was. “Might as well go all the way.”

“W-what do you mean?” Weiss asked. “If…” She looked up towards her bangs, and to the hidden white ponytail somewhere far up above.

“You’re such a dweeb!” Yang sniggered. “Not your actual hair!”

“O-oh…”

“I mean…” Yang sighed, doing the equivalent of a three-ton shrug. “I actually kinda worry about myself sometimes.”

“What?”

“Like, physically. Ya know?”

“… What??” Weiss repeated, white eyebrow raised. “How?”

“Well, I mean, like… Gods. This was a lot easier to talk about in my head.”

“… Well…” Weiss pouted, realized she was pouting, and then realized she was instinctively trying to brush her hair out of her face. It made her feel even more exposed, and more than a little foolish. “Go on.”

“Heh,” Yang laughed, as if reading her mind. Then she leaned to her left, her chin rolling against the fluff of her skin. “It’s like… well, I guess I’m not really my ‘type’ you know? I’m kinda a big dork sometimes. I’d probably get really annoyed with myself if I had to spend ten minutes alone with me.” Tiny movements, ripples of sensation… but they were weaker.

Still there, but again, easier to ignore. There were more important things.

“… It’s…” she swallowed, eyes shifting to Yang’s core. “It’s not as bad as you might think. You being goofy.”

“Hehe,” Yang grinned. “I guess you’d know, huh?”

Weiss turned up her nose, sensing a slight challenge in Yang’s phrasing. “I would,” she replied solidly. “You’re… well, honestly, you’re quite taxing at times. But that’s because you’re trying to make people smile, and it’s your personality anyways. Your looks are quite…”

Weiss swallowed.

She felt her heart thudding, heard her body slosh.

For some reason, the words felt almost lodged in her throat. As if she’d been meaning to say them for a very long time. They felt true, truer than anything Weiss had ever really thought. But that’s why they felt so hard to get out.

Finally, with an exhale full of heavy steam, Weiss admitted, “I think you’re very pretty, Yang.”

She forgot she was supposed to be watching Yang’s face. However, a slight change caught Weiss’ bashful eyes and she looked up to see not only Yang’s face, but almost all the way to her arms and the tips of her chest had turned a deep, blushing violet. “T-thanks…” she whispered.

And there was something so… funny, about all of it. Weiss didn’t fight the smile that came over her. She couldn’t have helped it if she tried. It broke, showing her white teeth and purple, juice-stained tongue as she laughed merrily. It was just all so silly, and when Yang’s breath tightened and her breathing caught, straining against Weiss’ jiggling, it made Weiss laugh even more.

“W-Weiss!” Yang moaned. “W-Weiss, Weiss Weiss, you’ve gotta… *Hoogh~* Y-you’ve got to-”

Weiss pushed. She wasn’t sure if some slight bit of muscle could reach the wall. Maybe it was her toes, maybe it was purely her strong sense of will. The steam puffed out of her mouth, glittering with tiny blue lights as it’s heat became frost and her semblance activated.

“It’s dust,” she laughed. “That’s why huntresses can’t have it. It uses dust.”

“W-Weiss~” Yang’s lilac eyes seemed to shimmer with the blue sparkles as Weiss let her realization take form. “I don’t think… I…”

The dust inside of her, the juice, or the soda, or what was most likely, the bubbling of warm blueberry tea, it reacted to her just as dust always did when she pushed. The purple sparkles spun around her breath, danced on the sweat of her skin, swirling down, down, until they formed into a brilliant puddle on the ground as a purple snowflake.

“Forward.”

She didn’t know how, only that it had worked. Weiss’ body lifted from the wall, pushing up into Yang’s. The violet coloring had transformed again, becoming brighter, and dribbles of sweat were forming as tea around Yang’s body, and with another fresh trickle and the luscious sense of release, Weiss felt reassured.

The floor had notbeen this sticky beforehand. And she was about to make it much, much worse.

“W-Wh-what are… oough~”

“Yang Xiao-Long~” Weiss felt herself purr, biting down hard on her lower lip. “You have made this the most embarrassing day of my life.”

“I-I-”

“Shut up,” Weiss lifted herself. She was nose to nose with Yang now, each girl breathing right onto the other. “I am going to make sure you keep your mouth shut by making it the most embarrassing day of yo-you… yours~” her breathing trailed, and the purple dust filled her eyes with wonderful blueberry hearts as she pushed further forwards, squeezing Yang’s breasts with her own.

Tingles of chill became a dribbling warmth, tiny flashes of heat and heady moans of pleasure, filling the room with the brightness of dust and a luscious white-gold.

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“Haaaaa~ hhaaaaa~”

“C-carefull. Weiss… Ohhhh, Goooodssss…”

“You’d think they’d have at least brought one of the mattresses with them,” Nora whispered, blushing furiously as her and Ruby leaned against the bathroom door.

“Is this weird? Should I not be doing this?” Ruby asked, her face as red as a brilliant pink rose.

Nora shrugged. “I mean, you don’t have to. I’m gonna though. You think I’m gonna miss this??”

“Weiss… Oh, gods, p-p-push harder~ Oh Gods!”

“Yup! This is weird!” Ruby bounced away. “Geez. You see why I came for you?? Ever since that thing with Jinn…!”

“Damn... What’d you say she had?”

“It was, like, some… blueberry-flavored thingy!”

“Need Ren to get some of that for me~ Whatever it is, they’re really going at it.”

“This is too weird!!” Ruby began pacing back-and-forth. “How am I supposed to lead people in a relationship? I’ve never been in a relationship! I hugged a boy once and I think I got cooties!!”

Nora was snickering, leaning up to the door and letting her tongue lay over her lower lip. A particularly bright and girly groan from Yang produced an entire flash around the door, and she had to cover her mouth to stifle her own shout of glee.

“I thought they’d, like, hug!! Or something?!? All the books say you’re supposed to hug first!!! Do you think they hugged when Jinn had them trapped??”

“They’re doing a lot more than hugging right now…”

“You… beautiful… dumbass!!”

“Kyaaaah!!!~~”

“Gaah! Okay so Yang comes home with this bottle, right? And says she’s gonna bring Weiss outta the blues. Then I hear a bunch of yelling and a crash, so I think ‘Oh, Weiss punched her again,’ but then they’re being weird and… I don’t know! I thought they kissed or something!!”

“In the bathroom??”

“You’re not helping!”

“Girl, if I’m interested in helping anyone here, it sure ain’t you~”

“Raaaagggghhhh!” Ruby grimaced, then hearing another mounting shout of ecstasy that was in far too similar a pitch, nearly swallowed her tongue. “O-okay, enough! T-that’s… they’re using their semblances! They’re gonna break the bathroom!!”

She turned, intent on advancing on the door, but froze when she saw Nora’s concentrated brow. The normally aloof orangette suddenly seemed completely concentrated, pushing up to the door.

“Eh? Nora?” she asked.

“Did you hear that?”

Ruby paused. She listened.

“I… don’t hear anything?”

“There was… bells…?” Nora said. “It sounded like a handbell…”

“Bells?”

“Yeah…”

They both listened.

There was no gasps. No cries of exultation, no grunts of movement.

There was no brilliant wheezes, and no flashes of light.

There was no ringing of bells.

There was only silence.

Ruby looked up at Nora, and together, they opened the door.

“What… the… hell…?” Nora breathed.

The tile floor was hidden beneath an enormous puddle of dark blue liquid. It reached all the way from the door to the back wall, covering the surface like a sea of a sweet, tart-smelling substance. The sink lay as shattered porcelain, and the privacy wall for the toilet had collapsed inward. Burst pipes leaked a streamline of water, but it could only dilute the dark blue liquid.

“This room’s got a drain, right?” Nora asked. “I hope it does, or that floor’s gonna give out.”

Ruby breathed deeply, looking from the left to the right, spotting a faint sparkle of purple crystals glimmering in the air. She turned to Nora.

“Where did they go??”