Once in a Blue Moon

Umbreon looked out from atop a lone hill. The vacant field below sprawled out endlessly, the lush vibrant grass extending out into the faded cloudless night. Above it all hung the moon, its large pale, circular husk providing the lone critter its only source of company.

The day before he was asked to meet her at the very spot which he sat, but there had yet to be any sort of meeting to speak of.  His ears twitched nervously. With blood red eyes he peered up to the full moon overhead. He recalled her saying something about him preforming better on nights with a full moon, but the moon could be full enough to burst and no difference would be made. Not as long as only half of the components bother to show up.

Umbreon arched his back and stretched out his entire body. He lied down on the grass and curled himself up. With a yawn he closed his eyes. If he was to wait, then there was no sense in not getting comfortable. The yellow rings that lined his body gleamed from the moonlight. They pulsated slowly, a lone beacon in the vacant wilderness of which they inhabited.

From a distance a lone Espeon sat. With squinted eyes she looked back and forth. Navigation, as it turned out, was much easier when accompanied by the sun. She studied the moon as it sat aloft. It was the only thing she could make out in the inky night. She yawned, sitting still only proved to make her drowsy, and so putting her tail through a basket handle she stood up and marched onward, like a fish that was lost in the dark depths of the ocean.

Umbreon had since fallen asleep. The rays of moonlight drenched his fine black hairs. Cool winds entwined with his relaxed body, subconsciously reminding him as to why he loved the night life.

Espeon shivered. The harsh winds battered her fur like hail. Being swallowed by the empty darkness of night only served to remind herself as to why she always chose to sleep through such a miserable time span.

Still, the fork-tailed fellow carried on, with her a surprise that she could only pray would make it all worth it. Through the dreary plains she traversed.  Crickets chirped and owls hooted. Despite the liveliness of it all, things still seemed unnervingly deserted.  Espeon began to ponder as to how long she had been lost out here. It felt like hours. Time always seemed to halt at night. And as the subconscious concept came to a stop, so did she. Espeon squinted her eyes once more. It was difficult to see, but she was barely able to make out a set of pulsating rings. They drearily transitioned from yellow to black, without a word they called to her. She smiled and sighed. It would not have been long before she was prepared to call it quits, but the white flag she had mentally primed wouldn’t be necessary, she had found her destination.

Espeon raced forward. Not one step managed to make a sound as her paws bounded from the soft grass, which allowed her to get up close with her dreaming mate. Seeing the drool that hung from Umbreon’s gaping maw made her giggle softly. She got down and curled up next to him. With the elegance of a shifting cloud she kissed him gently on the forehead. Feeling her wet lips and heavy breath made his body stir. Without opening an eye Umbreon rolled himself around on his back and turned away from the disturbance.  Espeon only shook her head. This kind of behavior was nothing new.

She lowered her tail and allowed the basket to slide off onto the grass. With a paw placed atop his limp body she shook him. Nothing was returned to her. After a pause she shook again, a little harder this time. He only snorted in response. Espeon rolled her eyes, her list of annoyed expressions quickly diminishing. She turned around and sat. Her tail was brought down to his head where it caressed him softly along the cheek before slowly positioning itself around his neck. Like a python it squeezed.  The snoring that rang through the chilled night had finally broken off. Umbreon’s body convulsed as it struggled. His legs flailed in an attempt to find their footing. Before long his eyes pried open like lightning. Seeing him finally awake, she freed him of her embrace.

Umbreon sputtered and spat as his lungs once again filled with air. Wiping his mouth free of saliva, all he could do was glare at Espeon. She tilted her head and smiled, as if to suggest what she just did was supposed to be cute. Umbreon grunted, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes with a spare paw.

Espeon slipped her tail through the basket once more and brought it between them.  Bending down she bit the rag which sealed the goods and with one quick jolt of her neck removed the towel and flung it to the side. The spectacle she put into such a mundane task gave her the impression of a magician reveling his vanished rabbit. Umbreon leaned forward and loomed over its display. Blueberries and Raspberries filled the basket, his and hers favorite fruit respectively.  Espeon sat with her head held high, closing her eyes as she basked in the majesty of what she had revealed. It was certainly sweet of her, and even impressive to an extent for remembering such trivial details. But both these berries were currently out of season. The idea of her scourging for rotten fruit was both amusing and frustrating. Such a foolish harvest, as sad as it was for him to admit, failed to surprise him at all. Umbreon only shook his head. This kind of behavior was nothing new.

Without a word of gratitude to yet grace her ears, Espeon opened one eye to see what the holdup was. She saw Umbreon looking over the berries, obviously unimpressed. Standing up she stomped towards him and pushed him away from the basket.  Digging a paw into the edible collection she picked out a Blueberry and held it to his face, silently waiting for him to explain what was wrong this time. Umbreon stood up and shook himself, slightly stirred by this sudden burst of violence. Espeon remained as she did. Every time she does something nice it’s the same thing repeatedly. She puts her soul into trying to make him smile and he responds without even a shrug of indifference.

Umbreon continued without a word. No matter how hard he racked his brain he was unable to express his concerns outwardly. Each time he fails to immediately shower her with praise, this is how she responds, by behaving like a tantrum throwing toddler.  Finally, he gave her a response. He swiped at her paw and knocked the berry out of his face. He watched it fly off into the distance. After seeing it land he only pointed his nose upward without so much as a glance back at her. Such an infantile demeanor only managed to shred away at his patience. Needless to say it had since been scrapped to the bone.

Now Espeon was truly speechless. Indifference was one thing, but such rottenness only deserved the foulest of fruit. If Umbreon was going to behave like a spoiled brat than she was obligated to treat him like one. While he sat with his eyes closed and nose raised, she held up a paw and swiftly brought it across his upheld cheek. Before he could collect himself from the strike Espeon promptly turned her back to him. With such justice rapidly delivered, she only hoped now that he wouldn’t notice the water that had started to line her eyes. In disciplining bad behavior, it is poor form to express any weakness while doing so.

Umbreon rubbed at his cheek in silence. This was certainly a first on her part. The wind blew at him from behind. He couldn’t help but feel that nature itself had wanted to take a turn at slapping him silly. The night grew silent. Not even the crickets had anything to add. His face stung, but it was nothing compared to how he felt inward, even if his expression had yet to alter. Espeon began to quiver where she sat. Through the unnerving quiet he could easily make out her whimpering. Umbreon sighed. She was never as good at hiding her feeling as he was.

With shaking legs, he stood up. He began to walk towards the basket on wavering steps. Reaching a paw inside he pulled out both a Raspberry and a Blueberry. With a desolate stare he eyed them. One could only wonder as to how she was able to find so many at this time of year, ripe or not. He shivered. It had grown surprisingly cold as the night dragged on, even for him. And yet there she sat in the iciness of it all. She could have easily planned this little outing in the daytime which he knew she would have greatly preferred.

Umbreon felt a strong queasiness in the pit of his stomach. Looking over at Espeon who was wiping at her eyes, he stood up. With both berries hanging by their stems from his teeth, he carried them to her. He calmly sat himself behind her shivering frame; if she had noticed his presence she made no sign of it. Umbreon waited, but she refused to make any more alterations to her position. He felt his heart sink. With this first attempt proving to be fruitless, he got up and made his way around to the front and quietly sat himself face to face with hers. She turned her head down, which allowed for more tear streams to flow across her cheeks. The gig was up, but she remained adamant in her defiance.

Umbreon dropped the berries in front of him and placed a paw under her chin. Espeon winced, half expecting for him to strike her back. Continuing on, he gently pushed up from under her head. Espeon did not fight or struggle against it. Her eyelid wrinkled as she scrunched her face. All she could expect from him now was the worst.

Umbreon raised her head so that it was level to his. He closed his eyes and reeled her neck in until both their lips made contact. Espeon opened her eyes immediately. As they kissed she could see where tears had slid down his face. This was the first time she had ever seen him cry. She closed her eyes once more and wrapped her arms around him. Their embrace lasted for what seemed like hours. Time always seemed to halt in moments of affection. When their mouths parted all they could do was stare into the others eyes. Without one word, all was forgiven.

Umbreon looked down at the berries between them. He rolled the Raspberry closer to Espeon, keeping the blueberry adhered to himself. She smiled meekly and took it in between her teeth. Umbreon followed suit, uncertain as to how it would taste. If it was to make her happy, though, then he was sure to find at least some sweetness. Each one grinned at the other. Nodding in succession, the berries were simultaneously plopped completely inside their mouths. They both chewed sloppily, slurping and swishing the juice within their cheeks. Espeon let out a loud, “mmmm.” Umbreon’s eyes grew wide with surprise. The flavor was incredible, nothing short of amazing. So sweet, so juicy, so satisfying. This wasn’t merely good for out of season, this was the best blueberry he had ever tasted. He looked up at Espeon who was franticly licking the sticky residue of the berry from her lips. Noticing his gaze, she looked up and smiled, her teeth stained red with juice. Umbreon could only stammer, but after a few tries he was able to ask her where she had harvested the fruit.

Espeon raised her head and puffed out her chest. The victory in finally pleasing him was twice as tasty as the berry she had just eaten. She went on to explain how the berries weren’t harvested, they were bought. She wove a tale of how she made a deal with a merchant who had created an elixir which allowed any fruit to grow at any time. The fruit he grew were not only more convenient but of a higher quality as well. He didn’t usually sell them to others for whatever reason she claimed the he did not clarify, but with a confident grin she brought her tale to an end by stating that the offer she provided him was just too much to pass up.

Espeon finished her story with a laugh, pleased to know her investment was worth it. Umbreon scratched at his ear. He had no idea that she was willing to pay that much just to see him smile, whatever it was she paid at least. Regardless of the circumstance, seeing how far she went for his sake made the inside of his chest flutter slightly.

They had both since swallowed every morsel of the tiny berries. Umbreon stood himself up, preparing to fetch the both of them more of the savory spots, but was stopped by Espeon who quickly stood up as well. She causally walked up to Umbreon, sitting herself down in front of him and wetting a paw with her tongue. Then like a mother with her babe, she rubbed it against his face. Umbreon scrunched his eyes and nose in time with this sudden barrage upon his personal space, and after rubbing his face in, Espeon lifted her paw away from him and gasped at what she saw.

Before Umbreon was able to even question what Espeon was doing she repeated the same process, doubling the force with which she pushed into rubbing his face. She removed her paws from his head and huffed when she saw nothing worked. Once more she went to rub his skull in but Umbreon caught her by the paws and held them away from him. When he looked into her eyes, he saw that her entire face had gone entirely red.

Umbreon asked her what it was that she was getting so frustrated over, but Espeon did not answer. In fact, it almost seemed as though her entire brain had gone numb. Her arms went limp in his grasp. Her expression turned mellow and calm. With bubbly laughs her eyelids became half-way closed as she stared right into his own. Umbreon watched with a raised eye brow as her hind legs twitched slightly. The furs on her tail all stood on end and her previously limp arms started to tremble. She tightened her grasp on his paws, the swells in her chest becoming notably faster.

Umbreon watched in silence, unsure as to what was wrong with her. He had to shake his sense back into place when he noticed that Espeon’s face had become so red it appeared as though she had been pelted with a tomato. She had never acted this way before, and while it was true she had always been on the sillier side of life, this was borderline stupidity.

He lifted his paw from her grasp and held it to her forehead, wondering if she had come down with a fever from being out in this cold. Her head was defiantly hot, but that wasn’t what made Umbreon jump back in shock. He held his paw up to his face, twisting his wrist around to find that every inch of it had turned blue. The discoloration covered both his arms and he watched without a word as he witnessed the coloring spread down his waste and to his hind legs. That must have been what she was doing, he thought, she was trying to wipe what she thought was a smudge from his face. Now he couldn’t even make so much as a guess as to what she was doing.

Espeon looked at him like he was a delectable piece of candy. The rising in her chest had only continued to grow faster. She panted heavily, her tongue sticking out like a dog suffering heat stroke, bits of salvia dribbling from the red appendage as her mouth began to water. Her entire frame visibly trembled. She took back his paws and grasped them like he was planning to run. She brought her head in closer to his, clearly unfazed by his change in hue. Before he could even think about voicing his concerns, Espeon lunged herself at him, locking their lips and passionately kissing him like they’d never see each other again.

No words were able to come from Umbreon now. Seeing such behavior made him realize that it wasn’t a fever that had turned her face beat red, or rather, raspberry red. Through the wet sloppy slurps of her embrace, he could hear a strange rumbling emitting from his gut. Espeon’s ears twitched upon hearing the wet sound that came from her lover, yet she paid it no mind and continued on with her enveloping intimacy.

The grumbling from inside him only grew louder. Umbreon’s eyes darted back and forth aimlessly, his brain suffering from sensory overload. Down between his legs he could feel himself stiffening, his body still managing to become excited by Espeon’s sudden barrage. It rose up and rubbed itself against her from below, causing her to coo softly. Finally, she parted her lips from his, a cheeky smile greeting his gaze as she leaned herself up slightly. She grasped his shoulders with an iron grip. Below she wrapped her hind legs around his body. Umbreon slowly shook his head, his heart pounding. He had to think clearly, he had to focus, he had to figure out what was happening to him. With a subtle move of her hips it was over.

She positioned herself so that she had him locked inside her. One eye closed tightly shut as her body tensed, overwhelmed by the sensations she felt. Umbreon gasped quietly, his teeth clenched as he tried to hold back any sudden noise. Espeon lifted herself up and then down again. The noise she made while doing so was wet and slick, and it only become more apparent as she repeated the same movement.

Her breathing became timed with the motion as she slid up and down on top of him. When she moved up she inhaled, and when she brought herself down she exhaled. She started slow, savoring the moment as her walls slid against his pointed member. Like when enjoying a flavorful meal, she made sure to take her time. She breathed the cool night air in, it’s chilled breath refreshing her panting lungs. She made note of every sensation, the air in her chest, the night’s ambiance in her ears, and the look of Umbreon’s eyes rolled up in his head in her sight. Both of them had become lost in each other, every other thought managing to slip their mind as they became focused solely on the other.

Espeon brought herself to a momentary halt, allowing them both a second to calm down and to tease her ever so passionate partner. She lied herself down atop his chest, emitting a cutesy giggle as she simply embraced the feeling of his intimacy. She wrapped her arms around him, her body completely relaxed against his.

Umbreon’s brain was mush in his head. It had been so long since the two of them had been able to appreciate the other in such a way. So much bickering and sneering, it was a wonder they were still even together. But tonight they had finally managed to reach some sort of conclusion. His chest was a basket case of emotions, the best that could be said to describe it is as if he had fallen in love with her all over again. However, in spite of the cheery feelings that he felt, a ticking sensation managed to throb in the back of his mind regardless, the sort of feeling one gets when they feel as though they had forgotten something.

Right then is when he realized that he felt oddly fully. His belly felt tight, almost straining out from beneath him. It was an odd discomfort and one that amazed him simply for have going on as long as it has undetected.

A wet gurgle once again belted from his midsection, and like the juice that had begun to fill his insides, it all came rushing back into his brain in one quick wave. He looked down at Espeon and noticed that his belly smooshed slightly against her as she rested on this otherwise overlooked bit of pudge.

With one glance from her half closed eyes, Espeon took notice of the strange confusion that had so suddenly seemed to have overcome Umbreon’s face. She pushed herself up, smirking as she realized that she had lost his attention. Her paw sunk deep into his swollen flesh, her arm collapsing as her balance was thrown off from this unexpected lack of footing.  She looked down under herself, her eyes scanning back and forth in her head as she examined her blue boyfriend. She pressed yet another paw into his body, gasping as a sloshing sound was heard in response to the disturbance.

Umbreon moaned quietly, but not out of pleasure. He placed his two front paws atop his girth, rubbing his bloated tummy. His breathing, once fast and excited, had turned lethargic. His chest rose slowly and heavy like, perfectly complimenting the since listless lifeform.

From under her paws Espeon could feel his belly physically quiver as yet another wet gurgle escaped its confinement. She looked down upon his reluctant face, his eyes half closed and tongue hanging out pathetically. She’d have even said that he looked a sickly green color, that is, if he hadn’t already seemed so blue.

Pushing into his flesh as she stood on top of him, Espeon reared her paws up when a sudden force drove out from below. Her body tilted
back and forth but with a firm and quick grasp upon his bulging sides, as well as some aid from their interlocked genitals, she remained as she did as his body began to swell out ever further.

Espeon sank slightly into his expanding frame as it inflated beneath her. Umbreon’s eyes shot wide open when he saw his belly bulge forward. He kicked his legs aimlessly, the last bit of control he had left over himself.  Whimpering loudly, he rubbed his paws against his tightening form. Pushing into his taut skin left an indent similar to squeezing an inflated balloon. The moonlight gleamed across his colored fur, the white light reflecting from his blue coat gave off the impression of the rippling ocean at night, both surfaces laden with the colorless glitter of the astral body,

From inside his stomach gurgled and growled. Like a hungry animal desperate to be fed it sounded like. Unlike it though, it was plenty more than full.

With nothing to offer in terms of aid, Espeon rose up with the rest of him as the swelling continued. Her big juicy throne had risen a decent six feet at this point, the boost in height allowing her a decent look over the vacant plains. In spite of the view, her knack for scrutiny was already occupied. With her mouth held ajar in wonder, she watched as his cheeks became swollen with the scented liquid, taking notice of the small dribbles of juice that began to leak from his quivering lips.

Having since become plump with the ever so fattening substance, his arms and legs became rounded and helpless like the rest of him. His muscles strained to support the added weight of the overflowing blueberry goodness. To the surprise of no one they all gave way. The sound of his plummeting appendages was similar to the crashing of a waterfall, the juices inside sloshing and splashing from within.

Every inch of him filled with juice. From behind his tail rested like a dormant water balloon, swaying gently as it was loaded with liquid. From the bloated cylinders that was his arms and legs rested tiny blue spheres which were lined with slightly tinier blue spheres, these being his inflamed paws which had also fallen victim to what was far beyond a lingering aftertaste.

Wonder and amazement befell anyone who saw the extraordinary display, fortunately for the poor dearie no one did. Not even the one-person present seemed to be able to focus completely on his transformation. Yes, her mind was much more concerned elsewhere.

Seeing as how not a single speck of him was spared the filling substances search for occupancy, it should be of no surprise to anyone as to why Espeon sat atop of him with her eyes glossy and dreamlike.

From within her Umbreon’s violet penis swelled full with blueberry juice. It pushed apart her vaginal walls in ways a modest member like his could have only once dreamed of. From the tip of his dominant head dripped blue dribbles of the sticky concoction, lubricating her passage with a warm, oddly sensational substance.

Espeon rested on top of his genitals, her hind paws pushing gently into his swollen testacles, the juices inside swirling around audibly with each twitch she made. Umbreon’s belly overcame them in its swelling process, leaving his two favorite things hanging unseen on the other side of him.

With her arms spread, Espeon leaned herself against his bulbous blue body. Clenching at the discolored blob, she pulled herself up slightly, a wet, mushy sound oozing out with each repetition. The muscles in her arms physically tensed, her legs convulsed and shook wildly, and the moans she produced while doing so were raucous and powerful.

Umbreon was left as helpless as a new born babe. Not a single part of himself did he have any control over. His arms and legs continually inflated alongside him, becoming round and bloated, they shrouded his paws, leaving them imbedded inside. His fingers and toes were much too fat and distended to even wiggle, and his tail too heavy to even sway one way or the other. He could move his eyes freely in his skull, but his cheeks had become so swollen that any peripheral vision he once possessed had disappeared, leaving his grossly swollen body against the star dotted sky above to be the only thing available in his line of vision.

It was impossible for Espeon to dictate how her partner was feeling during all of this. She didn’t feel his body jitter with ecstasy, she couldn’t hear his voice as it laughed with pleasure or his breath as it became shrill with enthusiasm, and she was unable to see his eyes relax and roll into his head upon being lost inside her. The juice inside him made his body warm to the touch, yet she was unable to shake the feeling of them being cold and distant because of it.

With the novelty of having his swollen cock penetrating her, she finally felt him finish. Blueberry juice was forcefully shot up inside her, filling her insides with the sticky combination of fruit juice and semen. It trickled out from below her, dribbling atop his testicles and eventually running off onto the grass below. Her face was still rosy, but the red that had once been so prominent had faded significantly.

Her breath was hasty and she felt her brain as it was shot up with endorphins alongside their climax. Slight sputters of laughter exuded from her wet lips, and she leaned wearily against his body to allow herself some rest from all the excitement. Seeing him being able to finish on his own gave her slight confidence that he was at least able to get some sort of excitement from this ordeal.
With her breath now caught up and body slightly rejuvenated, she looked up to see the rest of him towering over her. The blue of his body complimented the dark coloring of the night sky, or at least she thought so to herself.

Umbreon’s penis was still raised firmly despite reaching an orgasm, no doubt the result of it being filled with juice as opposed to the usually rush that fueled it. With her paws clamped firmly onto his stretched skin, Espeon slowly pulled herself off of him, wincing as her sensitive wall rubbed awkwardly against him as they were both separated from each other. Careful not to slip on the juicy mess that coated him, Espeon slowly positioned her hind paws on the same side of his testacles. Sitting herself down, she slid off of them and onto his swollen tail. With herself positioned firmly, she was prepared to drop off completely, but slipped on the insecure mass of liquid and fell over regardless, landing with a thud on the soaked grass beneath. She rubbed her bruised bum as she stood back up, looking up at his helpless genitals.

Having now seen him from somewhere that wasn’t right on top of him, Espeon’s mouth hung open as she looked over him in his swollen entirety. With all of the juice pent up inside, his frame must have risen to be at least eleven or twelve feet in height, or so she guessed. She saw his paws trapped in the rounded cage that was his inflated limbs, taking notice as his toes wiggled desperately from within.

His blue fur glistened in the full moon above, which he slightly resembled in his rotundness. In a curios daze she walked up to examine him closely. Blue streams of juice coated his once black pelt. Espeon raised a paw and wiped it across his disfigured surface coating her inquisitive fingers with the sticky liquid. She first brought it up to her nose, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed the blue glob. Aligning with her better judgement, it smelled of blueberries. Following this, she then brought it to her tongue. With her expectations not once challenged, the same result came about, it tasted of blueberries. Licking her lips clean, she removed what remained of the juice on the grass, rubbing it off her paw in a swift, repetitive motion.

With her innate curiosity quenched, Espeon looked up once more at Umbreon. Gallons upon gallons of this stuff filled him, a thought that seemed all the stranger when she realized just how little she herself questioned this peculiar occurrence.

With a swift hop, Espeon sprung up to the top of his tail and then jumped down on the other side. Landing safely this time, she began to make her way around him, her body now a bit jittery as she wondered what bloated blemish was to be found on top of her dear lover’s once handsome face.

She circled him like a museum exhibit, her eyes unable to look away as she walked causally around. With the short trek complete, she was now able to see what remained of his head as it protruded from his circular being. Espeon was quiet as she walked closer, nearly tiptoeing as she moved in, partly afraid of startling him with her sudden presence, and mostly afraid of beholding what had since become of him. Slowly she loomed herself over his chubby face.

Umbreon’s eyes were closed, a blue stream lining each of them from below. His mouth was covered in a blue liquid similar to what leaked from his eyes, the substance visibly flowing from of his maw, forced out of his body by the pressure the had filled it.

Espeon’s face wrinkled as she cringed from the sight. In her chest a light burning sensation fueled her aching heart. So many attempts to get it right, so many times she tried to make him happy. This was the closest she had ever come to her goal, and yet the farthest she had ever gone from it as well. Tears welled up from her own eyes, her body since becoming engulfed with searing guilt.

With the realization of what she had done to him, she brought her face down over his, and kissed him on the forehead, her own tears dropping down and splattering across his face. Umbreon opened his eyes as best he could in response to her forlorn affection. His head was suddenly engulfed by her arms as she hugged him tightly, his ears ringing with the sounds of her savage sobbing. Through her cries she unleashed all of her emotions, she apologized for slapping him, begged for his forgiveness after years of taking his company for granted, and screamed wildly as she claimed to have wished it was her that suffered for her mistake instead of him.

The shame Espeon felt from inside left a pit in her stomach, filling it with utmost forms of disgrace imaginable. Her body felt weighed down, burdened with such heavy grief that it made her legs tremble under its weight. Her face had since gone blue, losing all of its color as she became cold and stricken with remorse. And when a wet groan arose from inside her belly, Espeon jumped where she sat.

She looked down at Umbreon whom she originally suspected to be the cause of the noise. However, upon lowering her gaze she saw her paws, and upon seeing her paws, she would have turned completely white, if not for the fact she had actually become completely blue.

The color that engulfed Espeon’s limbs caused them to blend in seamlessly with that of her lover’s whose blue she had since turned into a similar hue. With pupils dilated from panic, her eyes shot wildly across the rest of her body. Turning her waist sideways and looking behind her, Espeon was just barely able to watch as the tips of her tail were overcome with the fear mongering shade, thus consuming the last part of her body to be engulfed by it’s contagious affect.

Espeon felt her heart sink. Both of her large ears were reclined against her head, and with shallow breaths she awaited her inevitable fate. Umbreon’s swollen penis, as it turned out, was much more filling then she had originally anticipated for it to be.

The wet, sickly sound of rushing liquid finally came about. Hearing it radiating from within herself made Espeon’s stomach turn, only
serving to slosh the early drops of juice even more so.

Unlike Umbreon, Espeon’s swelling did not begin in her center. From between her hind legs a slow pressure began to mount, one that filled her at a discomforting rate. The building force was dissimilar to what was felt during intercourse, as opposed to simply having to contain something which rested at a set size inside her, the current sensation was one of being forced out to accommodate a continuous growth.

Espeon’s entire body squirmed. The hairs on her fur became stiff as her body shivered and from its base her tail twitched nervously. With grit teeth, Espeon’s face reclined, with one eye shut tightly as tears of discomfort lined them both.

Umbreon could only watch in silent concern. With his limited vision he was just barely able to make out the trembling figure that hovered above him. While most of his sense had been since rendered useless, the whimpering cries of his lover resonated in his ears like an echo in a cave.

Espeon’s ass cheeks bulged out from her sides, jiggling like two water balloons as they anchored her into a sitting position. With trembling paws, she rubbed her inflating rump. The blue that was her face had then turned into a dark violet color, the result of her blood rushing to her humiliated head and mixing with her outer blue coloring. She pushed at her swollen extremities pitifully, as if to try and hold back the unstoppable growth.

Along with her behind, Espeon’s hind legs also fell victim to the contagious berry’s ludicrous effects. Like a balloon snake her tail expanded, falling limply to the floor as the weighted juice became too much for her to support. Similar to biscuits in an over, her toes each individually plumped up, becoming shrouded by her inflating feet as her entire lower half expanded. Her body continued to inflate from the bottom up, the result of having ingested the deadly juice from below rather than above.

Juice dribbled from Espeon’s privates, leaking onto the grass below. With her bottom half about filled, the blue liquid then began surging into the rest of her. With a murky growl her midsection was forced out, filling with an indescribable pressure. The force of the sudden growth spurt was enough to knock her bottom heavy frame forward. She landed with a heavy thud onto her outstretched front paws, once again unintentionally positioning her face right above Umbreon’s.

Espeon’s body rounded out as her midsection inflated. Her remaining limbs became swollen, her fat paws becoming trapped within her encompassing legs, much like Umbreon’s. Her back arched outward, completing her transformation into a circular berry. And to finish off, her head sunk slightly into her encompassing frame, her cheeks swelling up to become nice and plump. Thus, ending her transformation from beast to berry.

There wasn’t a part of herself that Espeon could move, becoming trapped like the berry that looked at her from below. With some strain, she was just barely able to force her head downward enough to be able to see Umbreon.

A cold wind blue in from the north, causing the both of them to rock helplessly in their limited state. As Espeon peered down from above, tears again started to well up in her eyes. Umbreon watched and listened as her empty sobs echoed across the empty night, noticing her blue tears as they rolled down her blue face, falling off, and subtly plopping down onto his blue cheeks.

With no possible way of reverting back, they were both stuck as they were. Even if a passerby so happened to pass their way, there was still no telling if anything could be done to revert them back to what they were before. It was very much a possibility that they would remain as they did until the end of time. And the two of them were very much aware of it.

Espeon’s whimpers turned into raging sobs, her body filled just as much with guilt as it was with juice. She clenched her eyes shut, unable to bear looking at the monstrosities that she had turned them into.

From below, Umbreon pursed his lips together and made a soft shushing noise. It was calm and comforting, without a bit of malice or anger to be found in the sweet tone of his The noise was interrupted slightly by the gurgles his wet lips made as he blew through them, but all the same the it was able to reach Espeon through her hysteria driven wails. Her sobbing became quieter, turning into an awkward combination of sad whimpers and hiccups as she tried to regain her breath.

Having calmed down, Espeon slowly opened her eyes, wincing when she saw Umbreon looking up at her with drops of her tears splattered across his face. But through his swollen cheeks and dribbled on face, she saw something that made her heart skip a beat. Atop his disfigured head lingered a smile, a small one, which revealed his teeth stained blue. It was miniscule, mostly in part of the limitations brought to it by all of the swelling, but it was genuine all the same.

Espeon could only blink in response, her mouth hanging open as surprise overtook her brain.

Umbreon continued to smile, his genuine expression of emotion not wavering for even a second. He stared at her, making note of her swollen cheeks, her wet face and her eyes, still leaking with tears. It’s all he could do really, and yet, deep down lost in the juice that filled him, he felt thankful of the fact.

Seeing his eyes piercing into her own gaze, without a word Espeon understood what was going on in his head.

They were stuck, without any other options or hopes of salvation. And yet, in such a state, the both of them felt comforted in the fact, that while they were trapped, they were at least trapped together.

The tears that streaked Espeon’s eyes all at once stopped, and from her own disfigured face, another smile was formed.

In a way, the two of them had always been stuck together. For years they had fought and quarreled. Day after day went by the same sessions of passive aggressiveness; the two of them bogged by the repetitive nature of the same repetitive arguments. They were none in the same, yet, one when it mattered. They both knew that tonight was their last chance before their pent up thoughts erupted out, promptly ending what they had been together right on the spot. As emotions rose high, and the tension finally gave way, all it took was a gesture, one small act that showed that they did care, and it proved that through the anger and hate rested genuine love, simply hidden in the dense, all consuming fact that they were exact opposites. Opposites, that shared the same origin, the same life, and the same emotions as the other.

With audible grunts, Espeon pushed in and out on her body. She rocked her head back and forth, in session with the movements her body swayed as she tried to rock herself forward. The red gym on her head gleamed. A purple energy shrouded her entire being, and finally she was successful in toppling her body forward.

Espeon’s head rolled downward, landing directly above Umbreon’s. Her body jiggled as the juices inside repositioned themselves. And then all was still.

With the two of them within a closer distance from the other, they both reached their head forward as best they could, touching the other as they interlocked lips.

For all that went wrong, it could have ended much, much worse.

Espeon rested her head on top of Umbreon. With both of their eyes closed, they were able to slip away in each other’s embrace, soothed to sleep by the others company.

And so the night carried on in silence. The pale moon above silently grateful to have two new bodies for company. No longer lonely himself, the moon was able to fall asleep, and thus drifted to bed. With the orange of dawn overtaking the sky, the sun started on its way to bestow the earth a new day, as well as great the two large lovers a fresh beginning, one that was both fulfilling and uneventful.