House Cat! - The Living Room / Poll 2

Dingdingding! “That’s it, the results are in, nya!”

Yuri jumped back with an 'eep' as Dr. Ie* spun to face the camera.

*Pronounced ‘ya’, as in: ‘keep the change, ya filthy animal’.

“Ooooh, and nyou guys have made an excellent choice,” said the House Doctor, inspecting the holosheet with a smile on her face so bright it could have blinded a small city. “This particular universe has a lot of exceptional material for us to work with. Almost too much material, nya~. But don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll find somewhere to put it all.”

She looked around the empty, barren expanse of the living room. “I mean, it’s nyot like we’re short of space, nya.”

A tumbleweed bumped against Yuri’s leg. She kicked it onward with a frown.

“Nyow,” continued the Doctor. “Let’s see, where should we start? What do nyou think, Yuri?”

“Oh, um…” Yuri gripped the edge of her skirt and rubbed her thighs together shyly. “Maybe with the, um…”

“The carpet! Genius! Nyou’re a nyatural, Yuri. Let’s start with the carpet! I have someone in mind for it, already.” She drew her wand, twirled it around like a conductor’s baton, and aimed it at the center of the room. “Zap!”

With a screech of lightning and a flash of pink light, a young woman with honey hair, a long red shirt, and a matching red hat appeared out of thin air. She screamed, eyes wide, as she realized what had happened.

“Where am I? What did you do to them? What–?”

Dr. Ie neither bothered to answer her questions nor gave her time for any more of them. With a smug grin, she twisted her pen, and the girl screamed as her body started melting. Like a candle left to burn, she and her clothes dripped and ran, sinking into the ground as her body lost its solidity. She had enough time to realize what was going on, enough time to clutch herself and scream again and beg desperately for mercy until at last her head sank into her neck, and she spread across the floor as a puddle of flesh and clothing.

Yuri and Ie leapt into the air as it spread beneath them, watching as it washed up against the walls of the room, came to a stop, and congealed into hundreds of thick, individual strands.

Ie lowered her pen, and with that it was over: the room had a carpet: honey and red. Yuri could feel it whimpering as they landed.

Smirking, Ie rubbed her boot into the carpet. “Nyow, what nyext? Ah, of course! The most important feature of any living room is the sofa! I think we should go all in on this one, Yuri! After all, this is nyour dream house, right?”

“Um,”

“Of course it is! So, let’s go for a big three-piece sofa. One big enough to sit on and roll around on and maybe even have a threesome on. And I know just who to use, nya~.”

She raised her pointer and–Zzap!

To the scream and glow of the pen’s bubbly lightning, three girls appeared in the center of the room: one with a ginger hair in a yellow top, one with brown hair and a surprisingly large bust, and one with dark-blue hair concealed by a white beanie that would make an excellent addition to any solider’s hat collection.

“Where’s Serena?!” cried the ginger one, eyes tight in fury. “What have you done with her?”

Dr. Ie smiled and flicked her gaze down. The three girls followed her, eyes widening in comprehension.

But Dr. Ie believed they needed a clearer demonstration, and with a flick of her pen, she threw all three against the far wall. “Nyow,” she said, licking her lips. “Why don’t nyou three just sit nyice and tightly?”

She twisted her pen, and the trio found their legs bending. The brunette in the middle raised her hands and took the others’ in her own, while the ginger and blue-haired girl raised their free hands and held them rigid. They looked from one to another and back to Dr. Ie, sweating with fear.

“Stop it!” cried the blue-haired one, flicking a glance at Yuri as if she might help. “P-please don’t–!”

Dr. Ie twisted her pen, and with a final scream, all three girls exploded. Like a trio of balloons on a fast-flowing tap, they pumped up instantly, body surging to fill the invisible molds Dr. Ie had made for them.

As they grew, their bodies lost their features. Legs fused together, arms plumped up into backrests, and faces faded till they were barely distinguishable. Finally, their skin and clothes turned to smooth, glossy leather, and with that it was over.

The light faded, and it was over: where the three girls had been, sat a long, three-part sofa, each segment colored distinctly differently to the others.

With a grin, Dr. Ie plopped her ass in the middle one and patted for Yuri to take the one beside her. “Comfy, aren’t they?” she said.

Yuri nodded. She could feel the blue-haired girl pleading for freedom beneath her.

“Nyow, what’s nyext on the list?” said Ie. She raised her legs, clearly intended to place them on the coffee table every living room has sitting in front of the sofa, and ended up with them hovering in thin air. “Ah, well, that’s an answer.”

Zap!

A girl with dark-purple hair and a bright yellow bow landed trembling and whimpering in the center of the room. A twist of Dr. Ie’s snatched forward, planting her right in front of them.

Dr. Ie licked her lips. “Kneel,” she said, gesturing at the ground.

The girl whimpered. “Wh-what?”

“Kneel,” Dr. Ie repeated. “Go on. Unless nyou want to end up as a waste bin or something.”

Trembling, the dark-haired girl knelt on the floor in front of Dr. Ie. With a smirk, the catgirl raised her legs and planted her feet in the arch of the girl’s back, chuckling at the little whimper that escaped her. “Ooh, I don’t know if she’s quite strong enough,” she said with a smirk. “Let’s help her a little.”

Zap!

The dark-haired girl screamed as her body turned rigid, flesh instantly transmuted into a wood. Her face froze in a mask of horror, and a plate of glass sprouted from her back, raising Dr. Ie’s feet in the process.

“Purrfect,” said the Bakeneko. “Nyow, I don’t know about nyou, Yuri, but this room still feels a little empty to me, nya. I think we nyeed a little more furniture. Don’t nyou agree?”

“Um…” Yuri kicked her legs uncertainly. “I guess so, nya.”

Dr. Ie grinned. “Let’s go for another trio, nya~.”

Zzzzap!

Three more girls appeared in the middle of the living room: one blonde and cute, one blue-haired and short, and one green and tomboyish. Seeing Dr. Ie’s hungry eyes, they hugged one another and pleaded for mercy.

“Yuri, why don’t nyou tell them what we’re going to do with them?”

“M-me? Oh, um, o-okay! Um…” Yuri swallowed and raised her hand. “Nyou…” She pointed at the blonde. “We’re going to turn nyou into, um, an ottoman. Nyou…” She pointed at the blue-haired girl. “...can become a footstool. And nyou…” She aimed a claw at the green-haired girl. “Nyou can become the chair, nya.”

The three girls simply stared at her, trembling in fear.

Dr. Ie clapped her hands. “Excellent choices, nya. Let’s start with the chair.” Zzzap!

A beam of pink light flew into the middle of the trio and slammed into the green-haired girl’s chest, throwing her back into the far corner of the room. Like the components of the sofa before her, she bent her legs and raised her arms (both of them, this time), before exploding outward as her flesh transformed into tightly stuffed leather. In a second, the green-haired girl was gone, replaced by a plush armchair of very similar colors.

Dr. Ie smirked. “Nyow the ottoman.” Zap!

The blonde screamed, tears flying from her eyes, as the beam caught her body and threw her across the room to join her friend. There, she bent over, placing her hands on the hands on the floor. Trembling, she looked up, eyes wide in fear.

A moment later, her limbs shrank into four stubby wooden ones, and the rest of her body plumped up, squeezing into the shape of a white and blonde cuboid. Her face faded into the leather, her last expression a scream. Even when she stopped moving, Yuri could hear her pleas for mercy.

“Aaaand nyow for the footstool,” said Dr. Ie, with a smirk.

The blue-haired girl had fallen to the floor, staring and weeping at the fate of her friends. Consequently, she didn’t see the beam coming for her till it struck her in the back, flinging her across the room to land whimpering and sniveling at the feet of the green-colored chairs.

“Please don’t–! Please don’t do-!”

Her transformation went very similarly to the blonde’s. Bending over, she placed her hands on the ground, and as one her limbs shrank and turned spindly and wooden. Unlike the blonde, the rest of her compacted too, collapsing into a plush blue cuboid with only a hint of her former identity. With one last scream, she ceased moving and went silent.

Dr Ie. lowered her pointer. “Go on, try them out,” she said.

“Okay!” Bouncing across the room, Yuri plopped her butt in the chair–earning a silent moan of protest–and placed her feet on the footstool–earning a silent cry for freedom. Leaning over the arm of the chair, she turned her attention to the ottoman and gave it a brief, experimental rub. Silent cries of pleasure radiated from inside it.

“Hmmm,” said Dr. Ie, staring straight ahead at the blank wall in front of her. “We’ve made a lot of furniture, but this room still feels incomplete. I think we nyeed a nyice TV for the wall, nya.”

“That sounds like a fun idea!”

“Speaking of, we could do with some wallpaper.” She tapped her chin. “And, while we’re at it, let’s get a nyice rug.”

Zap!

In a flash, three more women appeared in the center of the room: an older blonde in black, a dark-skinned woman in white and blue swimming gear, and a younger woman with blue and pink hair tied into two strangely large buns. They stood there stunned, unable to react.

Dr. Ie chuckled to herself. “Nyessss… nyou three will be perfect. Let’s start with nyou, nya~.”

Her pointer beam struck the woman in white and blue like the lightning beam it resembled. With a scream, she flew at the wall–

–and splattered, as if she were made of water. A glossy white/blue liquid spread from where she’d struck, flowing to cover every square inch of the walls in instants. This done, it solidified. Soon, the wall was covered in bright white wallpaper with little blue waves decorating the bottom.

Dr. Ie chuckled. “Nyow for nyou–”

The blonde raised her arms in a feeble attempt to defend herself, but her efforts made no difference. With a scream of fear and frustration, she flung herself at the ground and flattened in an instant, her one-dimension body expanded into a rectangular mold. Soon enough, the room had a nice new rug.

Finally, Dr. Ie turned her attention to the girl with multicolored hair, who lay on the ground, trembling in fear. “Nyow for that TV, nya~.”

Zzzzap! Like the first girl before her, the third flew through the air and slammed into the wall. Like the second, her body flattened on impact, expanding to fill a rectangular mold. Unlike the others, she then turned glassy, transparent, with a hard, plastic rim. Her new form flicked a few times, crackling and staticky.

Dr. Ie twisted her pen, and the static on the screen resolved into a picture of the girl herself… lying on her back with her legs spread as several horny twintails had their way with her every hole.

The House Doctor chuckled. “Purrfect. That ‘s much better, nya.”

The sound of the last girl’s pleasure moans echoed through the room, adding an extra note of flavor to the tortured thoughts of the other girls. Yuri shivered, resisting the urge to slip her fingers between her legs and enjoy herself on camera. Instead, she bounced over to the TV for a closer inspection. “How many channels does she have, nya?”

“Hmm?” Dr. Ie frowned. “Oh, just the one at the moment.” She tapped her chin. “Speaking of, maybe we should add some more…” She smirked. “In fact, I have some girls in storage who’d be perfect for it, nya~.”

She aimed her wand at the TV and–

This time, no new people appeared. Instead, with a flash of pink, the girl with blue and pink hair vanished mid-money shot and was replaced by another girl: one with magenta hair and a ridiculous cap. As she screamed her sudden change in situation (cutting off abruptly as a twintail plugged her mouth), she disappeared too, replaced by another girl: one with dark purple hair and swirly eyes. Instants later, a third replaced her: a dark-haired woman in headphones. Then–

Dr. Ie continued to add new channels for several minutes. Girl after girl flashed past, naked on their backs as twintails ravaged them: a redhead in blue; a feral-looking woman with dark-hair and a cape; a second redhead, whose ass made a tremendous clapping sound as the twintails pumped it; and so on. By the time Dr. Ie finally stopped, she must have added a hundred channels.

“There. Nyow she has plenty of company, nya.” She chuckled and turned back to Yuri. “Doesn’t this room look much better?” she asked, gesturing around them. She moved on before Yuri had a chance to reply. “I think we’re almost done here, as a matter of fact. We just nyeed a few finishing touches. Fortunately, I have a few people left in my bag for exactly that purpose…”

Zzzzzap!

With one last blast of light and noise, three more women appeared in the room: a pink-haired nurse, a green-haired police officer, and a woman with long magenta hair, her figure crammed into a tight white outfit.

The latter two looked more prepared to fight than some of their previous guests, so Dr. Ie kept them suspended in her pointer beam. “What do nyou think, Yuri? What does this room nyeed?”

“Um, maybe some curtains?”

“Curtains!” Zap!

Dr. Ie flung a beam at the woman with magenta hair. She cried out in shock as she flew towards the window, desperately flailing for something to grab onto. Before she had a chance, her hair coiled around her and squeezed her, turning her cries into an indistinguishable moan. Tighter it grew, tighter and tighter, till soon it was clear it couldn’t hold a human at all. By the time she finally reached the window, all that remained of her were a pair of magenta sheets. Like magic carpets, they threw themselves at the window and helpfully strung themselves on the curtain rail. The psychic scream the woman emitted suggested this was a not unpleasurable experience.

The House Doctor flicked her wrist and drew the curtains shut, throwing the room into darkness. “Hmm,” she said. “Nyow we nyeed some artificial lights, don’t we, nya?”

“I guess…”

Dr. Ie turned, smiling, on the nurse with pink hair. “I think nyou’ve got a bright personality,” she said. “How’d nyou like to be a chandelier?” The nurse whimpered.

Ie didn’t bother to give her time to respond. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the nurse sailing into the air, her clothes burning away as the body beneath it turned golden. Seizing her cheeks, she spread them wide and slammed anus-first onto the connector in the ceiling. A wail of tortured pleasure escaped her mouth–

–and cut off almost instantly as she vomited up a lightbulb.

Further bulbs sprouted like glowing fruit from her nipples, her belly button, and her pussy. In seconds, she ceased moving and shone brightly, illuminating the room with her positive energy.

Dr. Ie chuckled. “There. Nyow, that just leaves one last piece of material, nya…” She turned her gaze on the officer with green hair, who stared back at her, trembling despite her attempts to seem brave. “What should we do with nyou…?”

She shuffled uncomfortably in the lap of what had once been a busty brunette. “Hmm… Hmm… Oh!b It’s so obvious, nya~!”

Chuckling, she raised her pen. “Zap!”

Zappp!

The police officer screamed. Snapping into the air as if seized by a giant hand, she hung there for a second, squirmed and flailing and then, just like that–

–compacted, crushed into a plump little square full of stuffing. She hovered, terrified, on the surface for several seconds before fading out of existence.

Dr. Ie flicked her wrist and snapped the cushion across the room into her hand. Grinning, she lifted her butt and stuffed it beneath her, slamming her ass into its embrace with a dark little chuckle. Yuri could feel the cushion’s horror from all the way across the room.

“Purrfection!” said Dr. Ie, shuffling on the spot. “Well, I think that finishes this masterpiece. What do nyou think, Yuri?”

Yuri swallowed. “Um…” She looked around, sweeping her eyes from one corner of the room to the other. Over the honey-haired carpet; the three-part sofa, still radiating horror; past the darkwood coffee table, pleading for escape; and to the TV on the wall, moaning for several different reasons.

Looking down, she sensed the fear and horror and embarrassment emanating from her chair, footrest, and ottoman. She gave the latter another pat, earning a fresh yelp of pleasure.

“What do I think, nya?”

Dr. Ie grinned.

Yuri cocked her head. “I think it’s okay, nya.” She shrugged.

Dr. Ie’s smile faded. Her pupils thinned to slits. For a second, it looked like she might leap across the room and throttle her client, but she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Okay! Well, don’t worry! We’ve got plenty of rooms left and plenty more universes to pick from!” She beamed–it wasn’t very convincing.

Yuri swallowed. “Wh-what room’s nyext, nya?”

“Let’s see,” said Dr. Ie, consulting the script on the teleprompter. “Why don’t we visit the dining room, nya?”

She turned to the camera with a big, malicious smile. “Which universe do nyou guys think we should use to stock the dining room?”