ROYAL REWARD: White Rose's Bloody Bubble Bath (Omnipotence, Giantess, RWBY)

The bottle opened with a pop, spilling a sparkling, bubbling froth into the tub. 

As Weiss poured, Ruby watched with a curious expression. Naked save for the towel wrapped tightly around her waist, the thought of slipping into a nice hot bath made her shiver in delight. Especially when her not-quite-girlfriend was going to be in it with her. 

“Now,” said Weiss, upturning the bottle. “Let’s see if this stuff is as magical as the advertisement suggested.” She tipped it over and gave it: a slick, black fluid, prismatic and shimmering, like oil, flowed out of the bottle’s mouth and into the water of the bath, where it fizzled and popped as if reacting with the water. 

“How much are you meant to use?” asked Ruby, leaning closer. Weiss was wearing no more than she was, and if she leaned closer, she could smell the sweat on her partner’s body. 

“It didn’t say,” replied Weiss. “So I’m just going to use all of it.” She gave the bottle a squeeze, spurting its contents into the bath even faster. Ruby watched the stuff spread across the surface of the bath like a star-speckled oil spill, bubbling as it reacted with the water, bubbling and popping and filling the tub with thick suds. She turned the tap to speed the process up. 

Slapping the bottom of the bottle, Weiss nodded with satisfaction and tossed it into the trash. “Well,” she said. “There we go. Now, shall we see if this stuff is as good as its price suggested?” 

Ruby turned the tap off. “Do you want to go first?” 

“Let’s go together,” said Weiss, holding out her hand. Ruby nodded, and together, hand in hand, they slipped into the bath. Ruby could only shiver as the hot, soapy water washed over her body. It made her skin tingle on contact, as if thousands of tiny little bombs were detonating on impact. She liked it.

She lay back, resting her head against the ends of the tubs, while Weiss struggled to make herself comfortable with the tap. A thick froth surrounded their chests, like mist curling around the islands of an exotic archipelago. Feeling the stuff against her nipples, Ruby was tempted to slip her hands between her thighs and– Weiss wouldn’t be able to see her, would she? 

To resist the temptation, she decided to sate her curiosity instead. “What exactly did the instructions say?” she asked, scooping up a handful of froth. If she looked closely enough, she could make the individual bubbles: they seemed to have something inside them. Little marbles, colorful…

At the end of the bath, Weiss blushed. “It’s supposed–Nn~!” She bit her lip. “It’s supposed to be made from another universe,” she said, squirming a little. “Like, out of one.” 

“Out of one?” Cupping some froth, Ruby raised it to her face and squinted. Now that she looked, she could see the little marbles in more detail. 

“Physically,” said Weiss. “The advertisement promised a planet in every bubble.” 

Ruby froze. When Weiss had brought up her Galaxy Bubblebath, she’d assumed it was just a marketing gimmick. But now, looking into the froth in her hands…

Myriads worlds in myriad colors, prismatic. It was beautiful. 

But as she raised the froth to her face so she could get a better look, the inevitable happened: she breathed out, her breath caught the soap, and with little in the way of fanfare, tens of tiny worlds popped, erased in an instant. 

Ruby gasped and wrenched her head back, obliterating another twenty or more of them. There was no flash, no explosion, no dramatic, earth-shattering kaboom. One second the worlds were there, the next they simply weren’t. They’d popped like the soap buds they become. 

Between Ruby’s legs, her pussy started burning. 

“W-Weiss,” she said, struggling to keep her voice calm. “These little planets… they’re uninhabited, right?” 

Weiss had closed her eyes. She seemed breathless for some reason. “H-huh? O-oh. Oh. No, no, quite the opposite.” She blushed, struggling to meet Ruby’s gaze. “The bottle said they’re filled with life. Real life. Real civilizations, apparently.”

“Real life?” said Ruby. “All of them?” Her eyes dropped back to the froth in her hands, and she squinted, struggling to pick out one world in particular. There, that bright blue one with the umber-tinted continents. Was it really full of real life? “Wait,” she said, realization arriving in a crash. “Are you telling me they’re all full of people?” 

This time, Weiss didn’t open her eyes. “Y-yeah,” she said, between heavy pants. “All of them.” 

Ruby’s pussy boiled, begging her to touch it. Biting her lip, her face red. She raised a finger and aimed its tip at the blue-yellow world. “Real people…” she said. She wondered what they were like. What were their names? What were their lives like? Did they know what had happening to them, or were they blissfully unaware they’d been trapped in a bubble? And what would it feel like for them, when she–? When she–? 

Her nail caught the bubble, and it and the blue-yellow world floating serenely inside it vanished, vanished instantly, reduced to nothing more than a tiny spot of liquid soap on her finger. 

Lightning ground itself in Ruby’s sex. With a stifled moan, she screwed up her eyes and slammed her fingers between her thighs, sending them delving deep into her pussy. The thought of all those lives ending, just to sate her curiosity. It made her want to squeal in ecstasy–she’d never done something so hot. 

Opening her eyes, she took another handful of the froth in her hands and breathed deep and exhaled, scattering it across the bath and annihilating a billion, billion lives in the process. The thought of it was simply too good; she couldn’t keep herself from moaning. Her fingers danced even faster in her cunt. 

At the other end of the bath, Weiss had given up all pretense as well: red-faced, she moaned as she fingered herself, crushing handful after handful of bubbles with her free hand as she worked. 

Ruby couldn’t restrain herself. Throwing herself at her, she grabbed her and entangled her, crushing a million worlds between their breasts as they rubbed and scissored and generally made sweet, sweet love. 

By the time they got out, there wasn’t a single bubble left.