ROYAL REWARD: House Cat: House of the Invaders, Part 3 (Furniture TF, Invaders of the Rokujouma)

“Nyaaaaaaaaaah! Make way! Make way! Make waaaaaaaay, nya!” 

The crash of Dr. Ie’s boots–Professional House Cat Boots–rolled through the house and made the entire structure shake as she rushed up the stairs in search of the bathroom. “Make way! Make way! Make waaaaaaaay!” 

Hands over her crotch, she finally reached the door and, pausing on the threshold, kicked it straight off its hinges. Leaping through, she spun mid-air, already dropping her panties with a sigh of relief–

–and slammed straight onto an exposed pipe. “Nyaaaah~!” 

Afterward, once she’d finally managed to pull herself off it, Ie turned around and stared. “Oh, that’s right, nya…” She hadn’t put anything in the bathroom yet. It was completely bare. It didn’t even have a carpet.

Folding her arms, she grinned. Well, she’d soon fix that. After all, wasn’t she Dr. Ie, Professional House Cat? 

A pang of pain shot out of her bladder. With a hiss, Dr. Ie doubled over, wincing. But first, maybe she’d find a bush or something…

*

Ie hummed to herself as she strolled back from the Store. Her finances were doing a little better these days (less due to houseflipping and more due to the feet pics she’d been selling), so she was a little happier to actually spend. Of course, even if she could purchase new prey, she’d already established a theme, hadn’t she? She’d already used four prey from one universe, so it would be weird to switch to more expensive options at this point, right? Besides, buying cheap prey meant she could spend the extra money on more important stuff (like buying other people’s feet pics). 

So she’d bought two more girls from the same world as the previous: two scrawny, skinnier women, one with brown hair and one with black. The former trembled nervously in her capsule each time Ie so much as glanced at her. 

Hauling the container tanks up the stairs, Ie dumped them in the corner of her bathroom and stepped back, wondering what she should actually do with them. In retrospect, maybe it would make sense to come up with a plan before she started buying people, but since she’d already gone ahead and done it, she guessed she’d have to make things up on the fly. “Hmmmm… Hmmmmm… Hmmmmm… I guess I’ll use…” She spun, snatching her pointer out of her cleavage as she turned, and thrust it at the girl with the dark-hair. “Nyou!” 

In her tube, Harumi Sakuraba jerked like someone had pinched her nipple. Dr. Ie grinned. “Mmm~, nyeah, nyou’ll make an excellent piece of porcelain, nya.” 

The girl in the tube probably didn’t understand what she meant by that, but she was wise enough to be afraid all the same, pushing herself back with a whimper of fear. The girl in the other tube cowered as well, clearly terrified Ie would turn her attention to her.

Twirling her pointer around her fingers, Ie thrust it at Harumi’s tank, and with a crack and a flash of pink lightning, it melted into a puddle of light blue slime. 

Ie jerked her hand back, and Harumi shot out of the goop and across the room towards her, coming to a stop upside down in the air, struggling to cover her panties with her skirt. Giggling, Ie twisted her wrist and spun her around till she was too dizzy to do anything, let alone maintain her modesty. “Nyow, let’s see, which position are nyou best suited for, nya…? Hmm…” Frowning, she jerked her wrist left and right, snapping Harumi from one side of the bathroom to the other.

At last, just as she thought she’d never be able to decide, she caught a delicious whiff of fear from the brown-haired girl still cowering in the tank and came to an immediate decision. “Ahah! I know exactly what to do with nyou, nya.” Grinning, she slung Harumi towards a pair of pipes by the wall, exactly halfway between the two corners. Holding her suspended in the air over them, she gave her wrist a tiny flick, and with a flare from the pointer’s beam, Harumi’s clothes caught fire and incinerated, burned to pale pink ash in an instant, and then nothing. Squealing, she struggled to cover her naked form.

Ie refused to give her the opportunity: another jerk of her pen, and Harumi flipped onto her back, moaning at her sudden loss of control of her body. Squirming, her eyes filled with tears, she struggled to move, but no matter how hard she fought, the beam refused to allow her. 

Licking her lips, Ie gave her pointer a little twist, and Harumi’s limbs started to bubble like a broth on the flame. As she squealed in terror, they lost their shape entirely, melting into four formless masses of flesh that promptly disappeared into her shoulders and her thighs. Harumi screamed. 

Unfortunately for her, this was a mere taster of what Ie had in store for her. Now, with another swing of the pen, she spread Harumi’s much reduced legs, revealing the glistening lips of the freshly-moistened vulva hidden between them, and thrust her pointer forward.

Harumi screamed as her sex started to swell, stretching wide, wide open, and open and open again some more, till the cavernous hole of her vagina took up most of her lower body. She screamed, tears flying from her eyes even as something very similar spewed from her gaping new pussy. 

Ie gave her pointer another twist. 

With a gasp from their owner, Harumi’s nipples, already rock hard, turned into a pair of little diamonds. Harder than humanly possible, they stretched from her areolae, growing taller and thicker and sprouting fat bulges of flesh from their tips, till they looked more like tumorous flowers than a natural part of a human body. Trembling, they continued to sprout, each producing a small arc of curling flesh, and at the sight, Harumi screamed even louder.

Leaning in, Ie pinched one and twisted its tip, making her victim squeal in abject pleasure. In the tank behind, the other girl trembled, tears spilling from her eyes. 

With a smug laugh, Ie stepped back. Nyow for the finale, nya~! She snapped her pointer sharply downward, and on command, Harumi’s body dropped as well, slamming her anus straight onto the exposed pipe. She squealed, as much as in pleasure as in pain, as the hard metal rod forced its way deep inside her.

Not a second later, her skin trembled and started to freeze like a lake in winter, a sheet of smooth whiteness spreading rapidly over her figure and leaving everything it touched as hard and as cold as ice. Of course, it wasn’t actually ice. That would just be silly. 

As the wave of porcelain neared her face, Harumi drew in the breath for one last scream, though she only managed to expel half of it before her face froze in a terrified grimace, eyes wide in abject horror. 

Two parts of her remained free of the porcelain, though they became something equally solid: her nipples and the very bottom of her sex, which gleamed as they hardened into a pair of shining metal taps and a drain, respectively. 

Finally, her clit stretched, growing to a plug on a chain, and with that, the process came to an end. Ie lowered her pointer. 

After pausing for a moment to flick an amused glance at the remaining girl in the tank, she took a step forward, planted her hand on one of the new sink’s nipple-taps and, grinning wider than ever, twisted it. A scream of pleasure filled her head even as water gushed from it, making the sink’s pussy-bowl shine, slick and wet, as it trickled on its way down the drain. 

Chuckling, Ie turned away. “Nyow, that’s her sorted. The only question is what I should do with nyou, nya…” She licked her lips. 

Rainbow Yurika stared at her in terror, eyes wide, face pale, and her hands shaking like she was sitting on a vibrator. She might have said something, some plea or whatever, but whatever it was Ie couldn’t hear it through the glass and didn’t really care that much anyway. There was one thing she was curious about though. 

“Can you guess what I’m going to turn you into?” she asked. 

Yurika, staring at her, shook her head. 

“Oh, come on,” said Ie, looking disappointed. “It’s nyot that hard, nya. Look, what’s the one thing that every bathroom nyeeds, nya? Come on, think about it for a second.” 

Yurika thought about it for a second. And went pale. “__!” she cried, shaking her head and pressing herself back against the wall. -_! __! ______!” 

Chuckling, Dr. Ie raised her pointer. 

Zap! In a flash, she vaporised Yurika’s tank and dragged her squealing into the open, swinging her through the air like a child swinging a toy. 

Launching her into the far corner of the room, she spun her pen and flipped her onto her front, where with a twist of her wrist she swiftly vaporized her clothing. Naked and exposed, Yurika squealed and struggled to cover herself, tears flying from her eyes and thicker drops of a slightly less wholesome fluid from her pussy. “Please! Please, you can’t–!” 

Ie gave her pen a jerk, and Yurika dropped, slamming into the floor chest-first, with her butt up in the air and her legs folded and her arms under her chin, as if she were imitating the Sphinx. She squealed with surprise, and then squealed again as the pipes behind her, springing to life like a pair of metal serpents, coiled and flexed and finally slammed right into her. Yurika screamed. Loudly. 

As the magical girl groaned, her mouth stretched wide open. And open and open, and open and open, yawning wider and wider, like Harumi’s pussy before her, till it was larger than the rest of her head combined, more a pelican’s beak than anything human. She still tried to scream, but it was somewhat distorted at this point. For the most part, all she could do was tremble, her eyes wide in terror. 

Beneath her chin, her hands melted and fused, melding into a seamless trunk of flesh to support her swollen jaw. Meanwhile, her buttocks grew as well, sucking in her legs and stretching as they hardened into a large, cuboid tank. The top half of her head slid back, slowly merging with it, till only her terrified eyes could be seen poking out, while her bottom half stretched into a large lid for what had formerly been her mouth. 

Dr. Ie chuckled to herself in amusement. 

At last, a small silver handle sprouted from what had formerly been Yurika’s butt, and with that, her skin crackled and hardened into smooth, white porcelain, sparkling and clean. Her eyes remained for a few seconds longer, continuing to weep in fear, and at last the wave washed over those and froze them in their terror. With that, they ceased to move at all. 

Dr. Ie lowered her pen, and its beam died. Slipping it back into her cleavage, she stepped back and looked around–the bathroom still needed a lot of work, but she’d made an excellent start. With a nice toilet and sink in place, she could make something amazing of it. 

Just as she was about to turn and head out in search of some nice, fluffy carpeting, her bladder released another shrill cry of distress. “Ugh,” she said, spinning back around, “I really nyeed to stop drinking so much Juice, nya. Oh well. At least I don’t nyeed to use the bush anymore…” 

Grinning, she marched straight for Yurika, who could only tremble inside, begging and pleading for her to stop. 

“Fufufu. I hope nyou’re thirsty, nya.” 

N-no! No! Please, you can’t–! Don’t–! 

Psssssssssh.