It is time to work on the cure for the blueberry virus, though such a thing will be very hard to do. Between profit and the spread of the virus just how will this ever be done? (This story is in early access on both my Patreon and my DA subscription. It will become free on Feb 2nd.)

              Nora walked to the back of the plane.  “How did we manage this?”  She looked at Olivia.

              “Oh, I have my ways.”  The blue-naked woman sat down next to Nora.  “I work at a place filled to the brim with other blueberry women.  You would love it.”  She booped Nora on her blue berry nose.  “We take care of your twenty-four seven.  Even when you get all big and round.”

              “I don’t like getting all big and round.  I don’t feel like me.”

              “Oh, come on now.  We all like juicing up now and then.”

              Nora moaned.  “Don’t. . . talk about that.”  Her eyes flashed.  “I. . . ohhh. . .”  She took a deep breath.  “You fake berries really don’t know good blueberry etiquette.”  The plane slowly began to take off.  “I don’t know if this is such a good idea.”

              “Oh, nonsense.  We will go all the way to Michigan so you can get all the love and attention you want.”  Olivia clapped her hands together.  “In fact, I think Mr. Red said he wanted you specifically to be his guest at the juicing station.”  She giggled.  “See, you already can’t wait.  You are moaning so much.”