Fated Furniture (Inanimate TF, Fate)

Moonlight glinted off the glass of the Emiya Household’s windows.

Falling out of the night like a great, black-winged bat, a specter settled on the rooftop of the building. Spreading its cape, it reached into its cloak and retrieved a moon-tipped staff. “You’ll pay for destroying my Territory, Saber. I’ll create a new one, right here. And what better material could I ask for…” Chuckling, she raised her staff. 

An acid rain of mana, blazing in bright blues and pinks, fell on the rooftop. leaving the tiles slick with a prismatic wetness, all spilled oil and dying fireflies.

With a thin laugh, Caster rose into the night.

*

On the other side of the household’s walls, Artoria Pendragon, more commonly known as Saber, stood in the hallway and watched as her lover/master Shirou slipped into his shoes.

“I’m just going to run to the store and grab some more oil,” he said, throwing her a smile. “Don’t let anyone start fighting while I’m gone!”

“I won’t!” she promised, and with that, he was out the door. 

As she watched it closed, Saber found her heart sinking. She was an incredible warrior, but stopping battles was hardly a forte of hers. Swallowing, she returned to the living room with her hand clasping her arm. Please, return quickly, Shirou! I don’t know how long I can restraint them!

“Ohohohoho, oh Rin, darling. I can’t believe you’d be so desperate as to call for my help.” At one end of the room, Luvia knelt on the tatami mat with a look of intense smugness. Rin had called her all the way over from England, and she obviously couldn’t be more pleased with the fact.

“Sh-shut up!” cried Rin, visibly reddening. “The only reason we called you here is because no one else could reach us in time!” 

Luvia leaned on her palm, her smile growing wider and wider. “Oh, is that your excuse? Oh, Rin, you’re so shameless. If you simply wanted to me to take over your role as a Master, you only had to ask. After all, it’s obvious that I’m far more suited to the position.” 

The sound of Rin’s teeth gritting was audible. “What are you even talking about?!”

Luvia only chuckled. 

On the other side of the tatame mat sat the second half of the meeting’s attendants: the purple-haired Sakura Matou, her generous breasts squished between her arms as she knelt with her palms on her knees. And her Servant, Rider, dressed in her casual clothes and flicking through a magazine. Her hair spilled across the floor like a waterfall of cherry blossoms.

“R-Rin… Perhaps we could–? R-Rin? Can we–? Rin?” Sakura face reddened a little deeper with each word out her mouth. Rin’s attention was so locked on Luvia she didn’t even seem to hear her.

Saber grimaced. Exactly how Shirou had tricked all the women here into an alliance was beyond her. All she had to do was prevent them from killing each other until he got back. That should be doable? …Shouldn’t it?

“You–you bitch!” With a snarl, Rin threw herself as Luvia, wrapping her hands around the blonde’s neck and struggling to strangle her. In seconds, they were rolling on the floor. Sakura and Rider watched in horror and disdain. 

Sweat dripping from her brow, Saber hurried forward and tore the two apart. “R-Rin, perhaps I could talk to you in–” 

It was as if a shroud had fallen on the room. Saber felt its effects all the way to her Core. She shifted instantly to battle mode, her armor appearing in a flash of bright light. Beside her, Rider leapt to her feet, her own clothes changing in a spiral of mana. Even Rin and Luvia stopped fighting to look around and focus. 

“Wh-what’s happening?” said Sakura, blinking. 

Gritting her teeth, Saber hurried to the sliding door and wrenched it open. When she tried to head outside, however, she found herself abruptly arrested. A prismatic curtain, fluid as molten glass, covered the boundary of the house, and when she tried to pass, she found herself bounced off it. A bounded field? 

Drawing her sword, she swung it as hard as she could without demolishing the whole house. The invisible blade bounced off as she struck a wall of solid diamond. She hissed. The field wasn’t merely stronger, it was stronger than any she’d ever encountered–even stronger than some Noble Phantasms. 

Swallowing, she hurried back inside and rushed through the house, checking the entrances one by one. The result was as expected: the bounded field surrounded them on all sides. They were trapped. 

She hurried back to the living room, where Rider was guarding the magi. Rin and Luvia had seemingly overcome their differences and were examining the field through the opened door. “This has to be Caster’s work,” said Rin, gritting her teeth. “She’s the only one skilled enough to make a bounded field this strong.” 

Saber had surmised as much herself, but it was good to hear her opinions confirmed. Nonetheless, she felt a fresh welling of doubt. If Caster were the culprit, it was unlikely she’d attack them directly. No, she was more likely to employ a more subtle means of attack. She thought of the food Shirou had been busy preparing in the kitchen? Poison, perhaps?

At the thought of Shirou, her heart started to thud. Shirou! What if he were Caster’s angle? If she could take control of him, then– She sucked in a deep breath and made to attack the field again. She had to get out, even if she had to demolish the whole house to do so. 

From behind her came a strange scream, almost erotic. Blinking, Saber turned back. 

The sound turned out to be coming from Luvia, who’d raised her arms and taken a seat in the air, as if imitating a chair herself. “Nn~! Nnn~! Oh God, make it stop! Rin, help me! Help!” Screwing up her eyes, the magi moaned. Threads of mana wove their way around her body, squeezing her so tight her boobs threatened to pop out of her corset. 

“Hah! Now who needs whose help?” cried Rin, her own smug grin swiftly eclipsing Luvia’s. “Perhaps you’d like me to work out the countercurse? Hmmm… It’s well within my abilities, but it would be a lot of effort. So, you’ll have to ask me nicely. Say, please, Rin. Please, Rin. Go on, say it. Please–” 

With a squeal of surprise, Rin flipped onto her back and landed on her spine with a crash. Lying there like a flipped turtle, she stretched her arms over her shoulders till her fingers touched the floor and bent her feet down till her toes just barely touched it too. “E-eh?! What’s happening to me?!” 

“Ohoho! You’re not so cocky now, are you?!” said Luvia, something of a smile returning to her own mouth. “Let’s see you figure out that countercurse now you can’t move your hands!” 

“Sh-shut up!” Rin’s face was rapidly reddening. “If we’re both stuck like this, who’s going to–? …Sakura! Sakura, you have to free us! Quickly, before the spell does whatever it’s going to do!” 

“E-eh?” Sakura flinched. “M-me?” 

“Yes, you!” cried Rin. “And quickly, before–” 

The strands of magical thread entwining the pairs’ bodies tightened, and with a sudden scream from its owners, their clothing went up like so much kindling. This time, both Rin and Luvia squealed in horror. “Hurry!” cried Rin. “Do, something, quickly!” 

Sakura looked like she might break into tears. “I-I really don’t know what to– I need time to–” 

As the last of Rin and Luvia’s clothing fell in smoldering tatters to the floor, their bodies pulsed like a pair of balloons, and to Saber’s horror, they started to inflate, assets and figures all pumped to egregious size. 

Screams of pleasure, intensely erotic, filled the room. Saber and Sakura could only stare, their eyes open wide as Rin and Luvia fattened fat, breasts bloating, ass cheeks swellings, thighs thickening, bodies plumping as if overstuffed at the buffet. Even Rider seemed a little shocked. 

Rin and Luvia didn’t grow endlessly, however. Soon their growth came to an abrupt halt, arrested as if by an invisible cage surrounding both their bodies. Rin’s fat spilled into a tight cuboid, her face and her bloated breasts and her stomach all squished into one single mass, while her buttocks filled the gap between her hands and her feet as they rounded into cylinders. “Mmmmphf! Mmmphf!” Mouth crushed by her own boobs, she struggled to speak. 

Luvia, meanwhile, found her face and the rest of her head squashed into a single wall of flesh with her torso and upper body. Her arms thickened into fat cylinders, her hands flattened into their ends, while her legs plumped and plumped and plumped until she sat on a thick box of flesh, inseparable. Her boobs continued to fatten all the while, plumping and plumping till they struck her arms and, squeezed tight, hid most of her face behind them. “Mmmmphf! Mmmmphf!” 

For several seconds longer, the two continued to struggle and squirm, their altered bodies twitching as the magic washed them in its sparkles. Rin’s skin shimmered and turned a deep burgundy red, while her former hands and feet turned the dark brown of wood. Beside her, Luvia moaned as she turned hard and glossy and blue, dark blue, her beautiful blonde drills reduced to nothing more than tasseling. 

Finally, the magic faded, and the two ceased to move at all. 

Saber stared, her eyes wide. Sakura stood with her hands over her mouth. Even Rider looked as if she wanted to throw up–the disgust on her face couldn’t be overstated. 

“Th-they turned into furniture,” said Sakura, trembling. 

Saber swallowed. She couldn’t deny it. Where Rin and Luvia had been sat nothing more than a dark red footstool and deep blue armchair. If you looked close, you could almost see the outline of Rin’s breasts where’d they been forced into her new shape. 

Sakura breathed hard, looking like she might throw up. “What’s happening?!” she cried, leaping to her feet. 

“Caster must be trying to turn this house into her Territory,” said Rider, flicking a glance at the field still shimmering outside. 

“Why isn’t it affecting us?” asked Saber, with a frown. 

“Magic Resistance,” said Rider, after a moment. “Yours is an A, no? Mine is B.” 

“W-wait,” said Sakura, face going pale. “Then that means…” 

“We need to get out of here quickly,” said Rider, hurrying to the open door. “Sakura, quickly. With me. I’ll use my–” 

A beam of searing pink light shot through the field, missing Rider by barely a centimeter. Striking the ground, the Servant raised her Nameless Daggers and snarled at the shape floating just outside the field. 

“Don’t worry, that was just a warning shot,” said Caster, hovering at the center of a system of magical circles, charged and ready to fire at a moment’s notice. “I suggest you find a different means of escape. And fast.” She vanished in a cloud of pink butterflies.

Rider snarled and leapt for the field, but her Nameless Daggers were no better at penetrating it than Saber’s sword. Soon enough, she felt back, panting for breath. 

And behind them both, Sakura screamed in sudden shock. “Help me! Help!” 

The two spun to find she’d flipped onto her back, spine curled like Rin before her so that her hands and toes touched the ground almost next to her. Trapped in this impossible pose, she moaned, struggling to move, but the magical threads wrapped around her figure held her firm. “Nnn~! Make it stooop!” 

Before Saber or Rider could make a move, Sakura’s eyes snapped open. Drawing in a deep breath, she wailed in intense lust, ecstasy so strong her entire body shook with the force of it. Her boobs jiggled, her pussy squirted–her eyes rolled back. Her tongue lolled in lust. Her clothes had started smoldering. 

And like this, sweating and screaming and shaking, she started shifting, her figure caught in the trap of the spell. First her arms and legs spiralled into new thinness, smoothed out and rounded till they formed nothing more than four pillars beneath her, unrecognizable as human limbs. Her hands and her feet vanished into them, flattened into her changing form. 

Next, her breasts, already so generously sized, started to pulsate and ripple as they bloated like balloons on the tap. Saber blushed, taking a step back, as the magus’s boobs swelled and swelled and swelled, fattening into a pair of jiggling sacks that stretched almost all the way down to her pelvis. Sakura herself screamed, eyes rolling back in lust as her plump new nipples poked at the ceiling. 

Unfortunately for her breasts, the spell wasn’t finished with them. A second later, they rippled, struck and flattened, as if someone had dropped a giant, invisible weight on them. Sakura screamed even louder, squirting and trembling, as the magic squished her fattened boobs until they were barely an inch thick, rubbing them and smooshing them and smoothing out their edges until, at last, in place of a pair of jiggling spheres, Sakura had nothing more than two inch-thick semicircles resting on her chest, pressed so tightly together it was hard to see the break between them. Mass spread, they covered the rest of her body completely, leaving Sakura’s face and pelvis in shadow. 

Finally, just as her moans seemed they couldn’t get any louder, Sakura’s voice cut out. Saber stared , pale with horror, as the magus’ head and torso melted into the disc of her swollen breasts, and with that, Sakura was gone, replaced by a table of flesh large enough for a small family to eat dinner at. Shimmering, she took on the color and texture of her new form: skin darkened to the light brown of oak, whorled beneath the gloss of the varnish. If you looked closely, you could see a pair of darker patches that had once been her nipples. 

The strings snapped; the magic faded. 

Swallowing, Saber flicked a glance at Rider, but if her fellow Servant was suffering at all from the reduction of her Master to a table, she wasn’t showing it. 

Mana-wise, anyway. Emotionally, she was furious. 

With a snarl, Rider raised one of her Nameless Daggers and took aim at her neck. Saber shifted instinctively to a more guarded posture, ready to block at a moment’s notice. She’d seen Rider summon her mount once before now, and its effectiveness was inarguable–anything caught in its path would be destroyed as surely as anything hit by her own Noble Phantasm. 

“Ah, ah, ah, that’s enough of that. Saber, if you’d kindly stop her.” 

Saber’s body moved before she knew what was happening. With a great leap, she flew across the room, barreling shoulder first into Rider’s body and sending both of them flying into the far wall with a crash. Rider’s Dagger flew from her hands, and the magic she’d been weaving broke with a snap. 

Struggling to regain control of her body, Saber could only grit her teeth and snarl as she pinned Rider to the ground, wrapping her armored fingers tight around the slender Servant’s wrists. 

“Much better,” said Caster, floating outside the door. “We wouldn’t want to interrupt my victory with anything as silly as a pegasus now, would we?” 

Saber strained; beneath her, Rider squirmed. “Release me!” 

With great effort, Saber managed to turn her head to Caster. “How are you–?” 

“Oh, don’t worry,” said the magus. “All with be explained with time. But first, let’s make this a private meeting. With a smile, she raised her staff. 

Saber gasped as her body flung itself backward. An instant later, a bolt of magic flew over her head and struck Rider in the chest, making the pink-haired Servant scream in pain–Saber practically felt her fellow Servant’s Magic Resistance shatter. Gasping, Rider rose into the air, dragged back to her feet by the magical threads around her wrists.

With a few wiggles of the finger, Caster walked Rider to the far side of the room, bringing her to a stop right between the transformed Luvia and Sakura, where a large portion of the room’s floorspace remained unused. “Now,” said Caster. “Let’s see what role you’ll get to play in my new Territory.” She twisted her wrist; Rider gasped as the strings tightened. 

Like Luvia before her, the magic bent her at the waist, forcing her into a sitting position. She gasped as her legs bent and her arms raised themselves, resting on the air. Beads of sweat formed on her face as she struggled, but Caster’s magic seemed impossible to resist once it started to take effect. Soon her clothes went up in a great conflagration, revealing the sweat-slathered body concealed beneath. Rider moaned, her face turning red, but the spell refused to let her cover herself, no matter how hard she wanted to regain her modesty. 

Like Luvia before her, it wasn’t long until the magic filling her form started to show itself in her figure. Rider writhed, eyes tight, face red as her boobs and her butt and her thighs and every other part of her plumped, fattening so fast it stunned even Saber. In instants, her boobs tripled in size and then tripled again, instantly transformed into a pair of gigantic sacks, jiggling. Rider squealed. 

Also like Luvia’s, her body came to an abrupt halt in its growth, arrested by an invisible mold that squished her fattening form into its chubby new shape. Her arms, it rounded into cylindrical armrests, smushing her hands into their arms even as it shaped them down to the thick box of flesh being formed by her legs. Her head it flattened and merged with her shoulders to form a large backrest. And her boobs it plumped up into a pair of thick, square cushions.

Unlike Luvia, the spell allowed her to grow wider and wider, much wider, till her spreading body filled almost all the space available to it. Rider managed one last scream of her lust as the spell stretched her face across her new backrest, and with that her features faded, smoothed away, as her flesh was painted over. The magic made her skin hard to the touch, hard and dark, as it reduced her to hard leather. 

Finally, with a snap, the strings broke with a snap, and with that the change was over: Rider was gone, replaced by a plump leather couch with a pair of fat cushions just waiting for someone to sit on them. 

Saber could only stand there and stare in horror. 

Outside, Caster looked in on the chaos she’d caused with a grin of smug amusement. “And then there was one,” she said, floating nearer to the field. “Would you like to choose your new form, Saber?” 

“H-how–” It was an effort even to talk. “How are you controlling me?” 

“Oh!” With a laugh, Caster reached into her cloak and produced a thick wand. A blue and white wand with a strange orange head. 

Caster flicked a button on the wand’s side, and it started to buzz like a beehive. “Do you like what I’ve done with your Master, Saber? I’m sure you’ll have a lot more fun with him like this.” 

Saber’s heart sank all the way to her sabatons. “Sh-Shirou! What have you–?” 

“Oh, just given him a more convenient form while I make use of his contract with you. I could hardly drag him around with me all the time, could I?” Her smile couldn’t have been wider. 

Saber snarled and strained and tried to throw herself at her, but between the Command Spell and the threads wrapped around her body, it was impossible for her to move. 

Caster floated closer to the bounded field, coming almost close enough to cross it. “Let’s see,” she said. “My magic should almost be finished working through your Resistance by now. Can you feel your body changing, Saber? I think you’re going to make an excellent finisher for my new living room.” 

Even as Caster spoke, Saber felt the subtle tingle of mana spread through her form. Around her, Caster’s magical threads tightened, forcing her legs together and her arms against her sides. She tried to fight them, but it was simply impossible. 

Outside the field, Caster simply smirked. 

Saber’s armored dress flickered with tiny flames–she fought to raise her arms and bat them out, but her hands remained firmly fixed to her sides. As she struggled to raise them, she felt a sudden bloating in her gut, as if someone had forced a balloon down her throat and started to inflate it. Looking down, she moaned to see her gut rising, stretching her dress tight as it pumped thicker and fatter with every passing second. 

With a flash of flame, her armored ballgown vanished, revealing her slender, nubile body as it ceased to deserve the description. With every moment, her figure bulged a little larger, her petite breasts swelling, her thin thighs thickening with fat, her buttocks rising plump and callipygian. Her arms seemed glued to her sides–to her horror, she found this was almost literal: it was becoming harder and harder to tell where her arms ended and her torso began. The same was true of her legs, which seemed to have stuck together, forming a single pillar of flesh on which the rest of her body perched. 

Even as her body grew, a terrible sense of emptiness filled her. She felt as if she’d been hollowed out, reduced to a shell, and with it came a terrible sense of hunger. Despite her state of change, she found her eyes drifting to the kitchen, wondering if Caster could be persuaded to fetch her something to eat. Only as her head sank into the liquid morass of her shoulders did harsh reality strike her: she might never have the chance to eat again. 

Slowly, moment by moment, Saber continued to thicken and grow, and even as she did, she found herself compressed into a new shape. The invisible hands of the spell worked her from all angles, smoothing out her sides and leaving her almost cuboid. Her breasts they took and flattened out, smoothing into her front, pausing only to pinch her right nipple and stretch it long, bending it at a right angle to her body. 

The hollowness inside her continued to grow as well, and with it came a terrible sense of coldness, as if she’d been dunked in an icy lake. She shivered, wishing she could warm herself with a blanket, but the cold seemed to be coming from inside her, as if her core had been transformed into a black hole sucking up light and heat and all else. A terrible moan escaped her lips: where the ice touched her nethers, they became painfully sensitive. 

Like a potter shaping a vase, the magic worked her around and around, smoothing away her imperfections. It pressed her face into the boxy expanse of her former head and shoulders, leaving her expression of horror little more than a pattern on her surface. It then did something very similar to her asscheeks and her labia, rubbing them and rubbing them till all was flat and indistinguishable. It was orgasmic. 

Finally, just as it seemed it could change her no more, the spell dug its fingers into her side and wrenched. Saber squealed inside as her vision–and the rest of her front–jerked suddenly to the right, swung around a pole. Heat entered her insides, warming that terrible chill. It was even more pleasurable than having her vagina smoothed. 

Her vision snapped back to its former position. Satisfied, the spell took its brush and painted her in new colors: bright blue, with a gold and silver trim, glossy and metallic. With that, the magic threads snapped, and the spell came to an end. 

Mind fogged with the delight of change, Saber struggled to process what had happened to her. All she could think of was the emptiness in her core and the desperate need to fill it. Turn me back! Or at least put something in me! 

Chuckling, Caster floated out of the sky and through the bounded field. Striding across the living room, she stooped to inspect her. “My, what an interesting object. What exactly…? Ah, I see. You’re one of those miniature refrigeration units.” 

Saber wanted to scream. I’m a minifridge?! 

With a thin smirk, Caster raised her Shirou wand. “Let’s see… your sex should be mapped to the handle of your door here.” She touched it, making Saber want to scream again. “There we are. Now, what if I…?” 

She flicked the Shirou wand on again and raised it, buzzing towards what had once been Saber’s vagina. Saber squealed inside, struggling to pull away, though of course her body refused to move in the slightest. An instant later, the head of her Master made contact with her clitoris. Lightning traveled, screaming, through her form and left her mind spinning in circles, burning in delight, so hot with her own ecstasy she forgot all about the cold. 

Caster laughed and rubbed the wand against her. “Are you enjoying yourself, Saber? Do you like your new form? I made it extra-sensitive, of course. I want you to enjoy thi–” She stopped, blinking. “What is–?” 

With a gasp, Caster dropped the wand and shot backward, dragging by her own prismatic threads. As Saber watched, still too stunned by her own pleasure to understand, Caster flipped onto her back and lay there, her arms and her legs spread. Magic swirled around her, coating her form in little flames. 

“What are you doing?!” the magus demanded, gritting her teeth and struggling to pull free. “Release me!” Her lips sped through a series of magic words, but none seemed to have the effect she intended. The strings tightened on her limbs; she screamed as her clothes ignited. 

Revealed, her slender body bulked with much the same speed as her victims’, her torso stretching into a thick cuboid of fat, while her head flattened out and rose upward, forming a large wall at its end. Her breasts swelled as well, leaving a pair of jiggling lumps at the wall’s base. 

As Saber watched, still too stunned to react, Caster’s arms and legs hardened into the legs of a darkwood bedframe that spread rapidly under the back of her thickening body. Her torso thickened and rippled, tuned to sheets, while her boobs plumped themselves into a pair of enormous cushions. 

Finally, her face, twisted in orgasmic pleasure, flattened into the wall of her former head and vanished almost entirely, reduced to little more than a pattern in the whorl of the wood. With that, the strings snapped and the spell ended. Where Caster had been sat nothing more than a normal, queen-sized bed, luxurious. It dominated the center of the room, covering the majority of the tatami mat. 

Outside, the boundary field fizzled and collapsed like a sheet of broken glass as its work came to an end. Naturally, Caster had made its magic permanent. Why wouldn’t she? It wasn’t as if she wanted to turn anyone back. 

The living room of the Emiya Household sat in silence for all of five minutes. 

“Shirou…! Shirou…!” cried the familiar voice of Taiga Fujimara. “What are you cooking? Shirou?” 

Marching into the living room, she put her hands on her hips and looked around, frowning. “Where is everyone? Did they all go out for some fresh air or something? …Is that a bed? I wonder if Shirou would let me take it…” Sauntering across the room, she plopped her butt on the couch and rubbed it into the cushions, completely unaware of Rider squealing in delight beneath her. 

After kicking her legs for a few minutes, she got up to inspect the minifridge. “Hey…” she said, peeking inside. “Why would you just leave one of these sitting around empty?” Slamming the door (earning a scream of delight from Saber), she hurried into the kitchen and soon returned with a six-pack of beer. Taking one for herself, she tossed the rest into the little fridge and slammed the door again (earning a wail of ecstasy, orgasmic, as Saber found herself filled for the first time in forever). 

Popping a can, she threw herself into the armchair (Luvia, who moaned as Taiga rubbed her butt into her cushions). “Ahhhhh~.” Putting her feet on the footstool with a sigh (earning an entirely different kind of exhalation from Rin), Taiga lay back and sipped her beer as she waited for Shirou to return. But soon enough, she caught something that made her stand up. 

Lying beside the strangely-placed bed was what could only be a vibrator. Snatching it up, Taiga flicked it on with a ‘hmmm’ of curiosity. Sure enough, it vibrated. So that solved that mystery.

Looking around, she bit her lip. It seemed unused… And if she wasn’t going to get to eat, she could at least scratch another itch, couldn’t she? 

Giggling, Taiga crawled into the bed. She’d be quick. Shirou never needed to know what had happened.