House Cat: House of the Invaders, Part 1 (Furniture TF, Invaders of the Rokujouma)

Dr. Ie, Professional House Cat, strode into the bedroom and sighed at the dismal, empty sight before her. “Nyaaaah… Is this what I’m reduced to, nya?” It didn’t even have a bed. How could you have a bedroom without a bed? It was just a… just a room.

Slamming the door behind her, Ie strode into the very center of the ___room and spun around, studying its absence of decor. Well, it had wallpaper at the very least, though the pattern was a little plain. And she supposed the bare floorboards were serviceable, as was the decrepit-looking wardrobe and bedside cabinet, but mom, how old were these things? They looked like they’d fallen out of the last century. The light switches worked as well, though the single dim lightbulb hanging overhead only barely provided enough illumination. She’d definitely have to add a little more, if she wanted to put this on camera!

Too late, she remembered she wasn’t going to get to put this on camera. This was her house. She was renovating it because she was broke, and she needed to flip it for some quick cash, or she wouldn’t even be able to call herself the House Cat. She’d have to rebrand as Dr. Ie, Street Cat, and go around cleaning graffiti and–nnnnnyaaaaaagh! Tearing her hair out, she grabbed her pointer. No! She couldn’t face the streets! Not again! 

Watching her torn locks flutter to the floor, she forced herself to breathe. It’s okay… It’s okay, Ie. Nyou’ve got one last chance, nya. All nyou’ve gotta do is nyot screw it up.

She rubbed her hands together. Well, how hard could that be?

*

First things first, she really needed to put the ‘bed’ back in this sorry excuse for a bedroom. If she was going to be sleeping here, she wasn’t going to be doing it on the floor. 

Firster things firster, if she wanted a bed, she needed the raw materials to make one, so without further ado, she popped over to her local STORE, where they were having a sale on some of the less popular prey brought back through the Nyar Gate. Picking out a couple of the more interesting candidates, Ie plopped their capsules into her trolley, wheeled it squeaking back to her saucer, and set off for her sorry excuse for a home. She’d made a good choice, she thought, looking back at their terrified forms as she sailed across Planet Hentai. By the time she was done, her bedroom was going to look like the best bedroom ever… renovated on a budget! 

Back in the would-be-bedroom, Ie tossed the transport capsules into the corner and stood looking at them, scratching her chin in thought. “Nyow, which one of nyou should I use for the bed, nya?” 

The girls in the tubes stared back at her, one furious, the other quaking in terror. She’d picked two who contrasted each other a lot, mostly because she couldn’t pick between them: one, short, pink-haired girl in a white dress, and one taller, darker-haired young woman, her curvaceous body wrapped in a tight miko outfit. She was the furious one.

“Hmm… hmmm… hmmmmmmmmm…” said Ie, cocking her head until it practically fell off her neck. “I don’t know… I don’t know, nya… I– Oh, wait!” She slammed her fist into her palm. “What am I talking about, nya? Of course, I know what to do with nyou! If I’m making a bed, then it needs to have big, plushy pillows, doesn’t it, nya?” She eyed the taller girl’s chest, making her cover it with a squeal. 

Snorting, Ie turned her attention to the smaller of the pair. “Nyow, that just leaves the question of what I should do with nyou, nya…” She leaned at the glass, so close that Miss Pink-Hair actually pulled away with a squeal. “Hmmm… Hmmmmm…” 

Behind her, the room’s sole lightbulb flickered, throwing strange shadows over the wall. 

Ie slammed her fist into her palm again. “Nyah-hah! I’ve got it, nya!” Grinning, she rummaged in her cleavage and drew out her slim brown pointer. “Oh, nyou’re practically purrfect for it, nya!” 

Even as the young woman flinched in terror, Ie popped her capsule open–causing the entire thing to dissolve into a small puddle of slime, which rapidly rolled itself into an easily disposed of ball–and grabbed her by the arm. 

“St-stop!” cried the young woman, whose name was Sanae. “St-stop! Let go of me!” 

“Ssssshh, I’m thinking, nya!” With a frown, Ie flung Sanae in the direction of the bedside cabinet. “Nyes, that’s right. A cute little one, that’ll do puuuuurrfectly.” Still grinning, she gave her pointer a shake, making the tip throw pink sparks all over the floor. “Nyow, hold still, nya…!” 

Sanae made a break for the door, but she made it all of three steps before the beam of Ie’s pen caught her. Striking her chest, it flung her back with a scream of utter panic, her entire body shaking and writhing as the juice coursed through it. 

“_________!” In the other capsule, the larger girl screamed, banging on the plasticky window, but it was more than strong enough to resist her blows, not to mention muffle her cries. 

“Nnnnn!” Sanae, meanwhile, squealed in utter lust. “Nnnn! St-stop…! Help me! Help–oooooooh!” 

With a little flick of Ie’s wrist, the young woman floated off the ground and in the direction of the bedside cabinet. Coming to a stop floating over it, she slammed her legs together and her arms against her sides with a moan of utter terror, gritting her teeth and squirming in horrified delight. “H-h-help…!” 

Her clothing ignited with a hundred tiny pink flames, and with a sudden flash, vanished entirely burnt out of existence. Exposed, her naked figure shone slick with sweat and other, less wholesome juices, as if someone had taken a paintbrush and coated her in oil. “Nnnn~!” 

Licking her lips, Ie twisted her wrist, and with a fresh scream, Sanae started contorting. First, her feet stretched, growing as long as a clown’s and widening till they met up behind her, forming a large base for her to stand on. The rest of her body, on the other hand, started to look particularly fluid, as if she were a candle slick with its own wax. As Ie watched in amusement (and Sanae herself screamed in terror), her arms melded with her sides and her legs fused together, while her clitoris grew long and hard and erect. Sanae stared at it, eyes wide in terror. 

Fortunately, she didn’t have to stare for long, because a moment later the transformation seized her head and wrenched it back upward. As she stared ahead, tears of fear still pouring down her cheeks, her eyes turned glassy, and soon after: the rest of her head. Soon, it was nothing more than a large glass sculpture, a thin metal wire visible coiled inside. 

Now her hair shot upward and spread out, weaving itself in spirals around her head, till it was hidden from view entirely. Finally, she shrank to maybe a sixth of her former height, and with that the transformation came to an end. 

Grinning, Dr. Ie lowered her pointer. Where dear Miss Sanae had been standing now lay nothing more than a cute white bedside lamp with an adorable pink shade. Approaching, she flicked the switch nestled between what had been its legs, and with a click, the lamp’s head snapped on. Ie smirked as a wave of pleasured thought struck her head. Purrfect.  

Feeling smug and satisfied with her work so far, Ie quickly turned her attention back to the main focus of her shopping trip, Kiriha Kurano, who’d pressed herself into the back of her transport capsule, no longer protesting but rather trembling in terror. Ie licked her lips. Oh, she was going to enjoy this one. 

Approaching the capsule, she flicked her pointer at it, and with a flashing and a fizzling, the tube dissolved, its plasticky substance melting into a growing puddle of slime at her feet. Miss Kiriha took the chance to try to run for it, but Ie’s pointer arrested her halfway to the door. Dragging her back across the room, Ie planted her in the open space between the wall and the bedside cabinet and studied her in amusement. “Nyou’re going to make such a comfy bed, nya.” 

“Nnnn!” Kiriha squirmed. “L-let me go…! You–You’ll–Nnnn!” 

Grinning, Dr. Ie twisted her pen a little harder. Kiriha screamed, her body spasming with its energy. 

In a flash, her clothing ignited, exposing her curvaceous body in all its sweat-slickened glory. Twirling her pen, Ie flipped her onto her back and, dropping her wrist, slammed her down to the ground again, planting her on all fours with her face locked looking up at the ceiling. Kiriha grit her teeth and moaned, clearly struggling to move, but the pointer refused to allow her. 

Ambling over, Ie leaned in and gave one of her big boobs a poke, tracing her finger in circles around the nipples. “Mmm, nyou’re going to be so comfy, nya.” 

Kiriha whined.

Stepping back, Ie gave her pointer another thrust, and with a fresh scream, Kiriha started to plump, her body bloating like a toy bear with too much stuffing. It started in her core, leaving her looking pregnant for a moment, but the swelling swiftly spread through the rest of her. Especially her boobs, which doubled once and then again, hiding her terrified features from view as they bounced in front of it. Not that Ie needed to see her eyes to know what Kiriha was thinking. 

Twitching, Kiriha’s toes suddenly snapped straight, followed abruptly by her fingers. And as they ceased to move, the rest of her limbs very swiftly followed, hardening from human flesh and into something far smooth, darker, and grained. Kiriha whined in terror. 

The change spread swiftly up her limbs, turning her flesh to darkwood and leaving her screaming as it reached her back too. Turning her spine to a solid layer of oak, it took her knees and stretched them upward, joining them into a single large, rectangular sheet. Finally, Kiriha’s screams cut off as the same process turned her head to solid oak. 

Meanwhile, her bloating body ceased to grow, its swollen flesh crammed into an invisible mold, which squeezed it tight, compressing the fattened mass into something far shapelier and far springier. Even as the majority of her body became a mattress, however, her top layer–everything between her knees and her face, bar her boobs–became a thick cover, complete with duvet. Perfect for those cold, winter nights, presumably. 

Nnnnn~! In her head, Kiriha whined as the transformation took, appropriately enough, her head, and flattened it into a large board of wood, just like her. With that, she’d almost become a complete bed. The only part of her remaining human was her boobs, which looked a little out of place, seeing as they’d swollen to the size of beachballs. Fortunately, the pointer didn’t intend to leave them like that. 

Grabbing her boobs, the pointer seized them and squeezed them, crushed them and flattened them, compressed them from a pair of sacks and into two tight, rectangular pillows with white-orange cases. Stuffed almost to bursting, they spilled over the edges of the bed, and when the pointer adjusted them, left Kiriha screaming. 

With that, the transformation came to an end. As the beam died, Ie stepped forward to better inspect her work. She didn’t know about anyone else, but she’d say it was pretty perfect, nya. (Picking up a pillow, she spun it and fluffed it, making her new bed scream in its head). Pretty perfect indeed. 

Throwing her onto it, Ie lay back with her between the pillows and flicked on the bedside light, earning a silent scream from Sanae as well. Now, the only question was: what to do with all the other rooms? 

Also, what was she having for dinner? …Tinned beans? Tinned beans. She sighed.