Beams of hot Indian sun beat down on the earth. You looked around, checking your maps and journals. Yes, you had to be in the right place. This was exactly the place of the agricultural artifact, and you were certain. For miles around, nothing more than sand and bushes, dried to nearly dust. Dejected, tired, and sweaty, you sat down heavily and let your hat brim cover your eyes. Opening your canteen, you drank a small sip as your eyes continued to scan the horizon. Nothing.
Yet a small mote stood steadfast in the deep beige.
Sighing and capping the small reservoir of water you had brought, you stood up and began to trek. As you approached, you could appreciate more detail.
A woman stood bare- clad in tones of azure hue. Above her head, she held a bush high. To her sides, her hips flared outward gratuitously. Were it not for her shapely figure or color, you doubt you would have seen her against the landscape.
"Hello, traveler." She spoke suddenly, yet disarmingly. Despite her engagement with you, she continued to stand still.
"Hello, there." You managed back. Your voice sounded hoarse and dry. As you brought your hand to your canteen, your manners got the better of you. You stopped and gestured the canteen toward her, offering a drink. She stood still, smiling at the kindness.
"I'm a little preoccupied. Would you mind pouring some into my mouth?" The blue woman requested. You cocked an eyebrow yet did as she asked, holding your canteen above her lips and letting the water fall onto her tongue. She licked her lips, sighing contently. Then, something odd transpired.
You heard a grumbling from the woman's stomach, and instinctively you reached toward your pack to grab some food. She merely shook her head as another growl pierced the otherwise silent, dry air.
"Thank you, traveler." She said with a glowing smile. The grumbling had not abated, and moreover had shifted towards a gurgling, as if fluid were being poured or agitated. As you looked up and down at her form, you realized that her stomach now sat noticeably upon her once lithe frame. Surely your eyes were deceiving you.
As you continued to stare, you knew for the better portion of your sanity that this was no trick of the eye; her already wide hips and bust were filling out more, exaggerating the woman's shape to that of a fertility goddess. Your look of bewilderment had not gone unnoticed, for the woman spoke again.
"I am a Bodhisattva: a berry Bodhisattva. Your gift has given me what I need to ripen the fruits of this barren earth." Her color shifted; red faded from her complexion as she became a deep, rich color which rivaled the most brilliant lapis lazuli stone. With another gurgle, her breasts sprang outward, beads of blue liquid dripping from their apex. Letting down the bush which she had held for so long, she offered a breast to you, gesturing at your canteen. You brought it slowly to her nipple, and with a squeeze, she filled the remainder of it. All you could do was stare.
"Drink," she prodded, continuing to swell. Hesitantly, you took a sip. It was the sweetest, most refreshing juice you had ever drank. With that, she began to squeeze her bust, letting the juice flow out of and off of her body. As the juice soaked into the dirt, it turned from the cracked husk it once was to rich, umber soil that smelled of blueberry.