This choice: She became a blueberry after drinking some weird beer. • Go Back...Chapter #6Blackberry Lagoon by: Vocal   [Warning: This story is based off of the ideas and artwork by Opik-Oort (https://www.deviantart.com/0pik-0ort) and FruitFrakker (https://www.deviantart.com/fruitfrakker). If you're interested in this, go check out their work on DeviantArt.
Also, this story contains strong language and intense violence. Viewer Discretion Advised. Anyway, on with the show!]
Roanapur.
A place where only the most dangerous criminals can thrive.
Whether it was one of the select prominent organizations such as Hotel Moscow, the Hong Kong Triad, the Colombian Cartel, to even the Mafia, or the numerous mercenaries, cutthroat, guns for hire, or any other low-life scum that do business here.
Hell, it made even the fictional Gotham City look tame in comparison.
Suffice to say, it was a criminal's paradise...provided they live long enough to make a profit.
However, things were taking a turn for the weird and perverted for a certain dual-wielding, short-tempered femme fatale from the Black Lagoon Company.
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"You, uh, done Revy?"
The now literally rotund gunslinger screamed in coherent rage, rocking back and forth on her stomach whilst her stumpy, conical arms and legs wiggled impotently.
To say that she was frustrated would count as an understatement, especially for those who lived long enough to know her.
"GODDAMN FUCKING FUCK ROCK, YOU SHIT-EATING SONUVABITCH!!" She snarled, baring her fangs, which was more difficult with her puffy, deep blue cheeks. "YOU DID THIS ON FUCKING PURPOSE, DIDN'T YOU?!"
Rock sighed, walking around his now berrified coworker while drawing a cigarette from his pocket. "I told you that beer could have side-effects, but you drank it anyways." He said, placing the cigarette in his mouth, then lighting it up with a lighter.
"Well I wasn't fucking expecting anything like this! Would it kill ya to be more fucking specific?" She growled, her enormous breasts jiggling in her rage, straining her already overstretched tanktop. Of course, still ranting, Revy continued, "And why the hell'd you even buy that bullshit anyways; you get your rocks off on me turning into a piece of fucking fruit?"
Rock turned away, blowing a puff of smoke.
It then dawned on the berrified gunslinger, to which she then retorted, "Jesus fucking Christ, Rock, that's why you did it? Fucking pathetic."
In response, Rock sighed again, a light blush making itself known on his cheeks as he replied, "...I didn't really think it'd work, if that makes you feel any better."
"Fuck you, Rock. You're not the one who feels like a beached whale cuz of you being a sick fuck." Revy snarled, only to soon feel Blueberry Juice beginning to dribble out from her nipples, thus staining her tanktop in the process. Still frustrated, she growled out an unamused sigh and grunted, "...And now I'm lactating juice, huh; Of fucking course."
Rock took another drag, wrapping an arm around her head and patting what used to be her shoulder as he calmly quipped, "That's it, Revy, get it all out. We'll have you good as new tomorrow."
"Yeah you fucking better." She growled, "I can't shoot people like this, now can I?"
"Yeah yeah..." He moaned, scratching his neck. In an attempt to take their minds off the subject, Rock tried to compliment Ruby's spherical physique as he began, "...You know, you do actually look-"
"If you compliment me as this ugly-ass ball of puss, I'll rip you a new asshole when I'm back to normal, you got me dipshit?" She snarled, not willing to hear what her coworker had to say regarding her spherically bloated figure.
However, Rock had been in the Black Lagoon Company for a decent amount of time to know where Revy's buttons were. "...Yeah, I got you." He said solemnly, patting her gently. A moment passed with nothing said between the two.
"...Egh, it's... not too bad once you get used to the pressure." She said, as an annoyed blush spread across her cheeks. Needing something familiar to take her mind off of things, Revy glared back at her coworker and continued, "...Still irritable as fuck, though. Rock, you got an extra cig?"
"Sure thing." He answered, taking out a cigarette and sticking it in Revy's lips. "Here, I'll light it for you." He quipped, leaning in towards her, pressing the lit end of his cigarette to her's, lighting it up in the process. From there, Revy's blush deepened, accompanied by a scowl.
"...Thanks, Rock." She said curtly.
A moment of silence passed in the night as both drew on their cigarettes, the acrid smoke of burning tobacco mixing with the sweet fragrance of Revy's juices. Rock ran his hands through her hair gently, smiling some as he did so.
"...You do smell nice like this, you know?"
"...Fuck off, Rock." Revy bluntly growled, doing her best to at least tolerate her fetish-related predicament. Several minutes of silence had passed until a large vehicle parked in front of them, which revealed it's occupants to be...
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