ROYAL REWARD: Galaxy Gala (Omnipotence, Drink TF, Vore)

Gentlemen and women slid across the floor like chess pieces, their starched suits and tight red dresses creaking with every motion. The ballroom thronged with people like them, their formal shoes and high heels clacking against the checker tiles as they danced and talked and discussed the most refined of topics. It had a serene, intellectual air–stylish, sophisticated, ele–

“Oh my, like, Gawd, guys! Look! Look! Oh my Gawd, look! Galaxy cocktails!” Like a particularly loud fart, a high-pitched voice cut through the polite chatter of the ballroom. The other partygoers turned to the drinks table with a look of disgust, before clicking their tongues and moving on to other business.

Tiffany, her short but curvaceous body crammed into an equally tight white dress, raised her phone even higher, struggling to fit her face, the drinks, and her cleavage into the picture. “Look, guys! It’s a galaxy cocktail! You know, the ones they make from real universes? Do you think I should try one? What do you guys think? Should I?” Her chat flickered with new messages: 

“Do it!” 

“Drink up!” 

“Pour it into your tits!” 

Ignoring the latter, Tiffany spun back to the bar and giggled. “Okay, how do I do this…?” Plopping her phone into the bodice of her dress, where her boobs held the camera at a steady angle and gave her a great view of all the chat messages pouring in (most demanding she turn it around and give them a better view of her tits), she picked up a bottle of starry liquid and inspected the label. “‘Galaxy’, huh?”

“It’s pronounced ‘Galax-AY’,” said the obligatory snobby waiter.

“Mmm, Galaxay~. Sounds delicious, doesn’t it, chat?” 

“Show us your cleavage!” 

Tiffany popped the bottle’s cork, grabbed a cocktail glass, and started to pour. The galaxy drink oozed out of the bottle, more like oil than any wine she’d ever seen before, though it was dappled with stars rather than the usual rainbows. She tried to count them, and gave up after four. 

Planting the bottle back on the table, she raised the glass to her lips and sniffed it delicately. “It smells… Hmm, I dunno. Kinda spacey.” She giggled. “I guess that’s what galaxies are supposed to smell like though…!” 

As she moved the glass to her lips, she felt a brief flash of anxiety. “Like, how many stars do you think are in this thing, chat?” She’d never seriously considered the prospect of drinking stars before. 

“1000!” 

“10000!”

“1000000000000000000003!” 

“And they’re all supposed to have, like, planets and stuff as well, aren’t they?” She stared at one of the glowing dots in the drink, wondering if she’d be able to see them if she squinted hard enough. 

“Yes! And they’re all inhabited too! Every single one of them!” 

Tiffany worked her jaw as she processed this last new revelation. “What, really? Like, no way…” She bit her lip. “They’re really full of people?” And why was that making her so excited…? 

Her free hand crept down towards her crotch. Unaware of the disgusted looks the other partygoers were giving her, she found herself rubbing her thighs.

“Should I really, like, drink it?” she asked her chat. “Even though it’s, like, full of people!” 

“Drink it! Drink it!” 

“Show those stupid drink people how worthless their lives are!” 

“Turn the camera around already! I wanna see your tiiiiits!” 

Finally, biting her lip some more, she raised the glass to it. “Okay, I’m gonna, like, do it. But just a sip, okay?” She took one.  

She almost dropped the glass. Slamming her thighs together, she stumbled back with a gasp, struggling to keep herself from moaning. The flavor that struck her tongue–it was like having a thousand little bombs detonate in her mouth. “Oh my God! Oh my God! It tastes so good! It’s like it’s full of sugar!” 

“That’s the stars exploding when they hit your tongue,” read one of her messages, helpfully. “Now pour it on your tits–I swear it’ll feel just as good there.” 

“The stars exploding…” said Tiffany, wistfully. She thought about this for a second. “So, like, each time I feel a little bang like that, hundreds of millions of people are dying?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Even more than that.” 

“Serves them right for being so delicious.” 

Tiffany found her heart pounding harder with every passing second. Biting her lip, she pressed the glass against her breasts and surreptitiously rubbed a nipple. Nnnn~! How could the feeling of ending so many lives make her feel so good?! 

On a whim, she took a deep breath, threw back her head, and downed the remainder of the glass’s contents in one. Her chat broke into cheers as she slammed it back onto the table. “How many of the stupid fucks do you think I just killed?” she asked, smirking as the numbers rolling in. “A million? A billion? More? A trillion? Wow, no way~.” 

She trailed off as the thought of all those people–each with their own lives–being snuffed out simply to sate her whims struck her. Blushing, she slipped a hand between her legs and, temporarily forgetting where she was, forced a pair of fingers through her dress and into her pussy. Fuck, she was so–

Snatching her hand away, she forced herself to calm down. Hold it together, Tiffany. You’re still in public, remember. Of course, that didn’t mean she couldn’t put on a little show for her audience. And there’d be plenty of time to enjoy herself later. 

Plucking her phone from her dress, she grabbed the bottle of Galaxay as well, and raised the former so her viewers could see everything, especially her cleavage. “What do you think, Chat? Should I try to chuck the whole thing? How many stupid little lives do you think I’ll end if I do that?” She grinned. 

“Billions!” 

“Trillions!”

“Quadrilllllllllions!” 

She licked her lips. “Perfect.” Raising the bottle, she opened wide, ready to pour it straight down her throat–

–and tripped on the tablecloth. Galaxay went all over her. “Oops. Shit, I got it all over my tits.”