Request story for Techdude5734.  A post-apoplectic world with sentient blueberries.  Three young ladies try their best to survive but a close encounter of the berry kind might be the ticket to the juicy land.  (This story is in early access on my Patreon and will come to DA on Nov 5th.)

Sophine crossed her arms as she sat in the darkness. “Or you could take your chances out there. That giant rolling balls, blueberry juice dripping from their nipples, rolling you down and pressing their bodies against you. Either they smush you, or you slowly inflate, becoming like them. Is that what you want?”

             Laura gulped. “No.” She made her way into the garage. “I don’t think this is a good idea though.”

             Nora snorted. “Hush. The smell of blueberries is getting stronger.”

             The room became deathly silent as the air became thick with the smell of blueberry juice. Sophine looked at the others as the primal sounds of moaning filled the air.

“We just have to wait until they roll past.” They sat there in the pitch black for what felt like an eternity as the big blue balls bounced and rubbed together outside. Just what they were doing no one could fathom. No one could fathom what went on inside the mind of a blueberry.

Still, they didn’t know about the girls’ existence, so they were safe.