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"Okay, okay, fine, I'll go through with it.  But promise you'll undo it first thing tomorrow morning."

Kane couldn't believe he was agreeing to this.  He knew Indigo had done it a hundred times, but he also knew he was going to hate it all the same.

Kane was an anthropomorphic gray wolf with brown eyes and dark gray fur.  His chest fur was a lighter gray with an unusual bright strip zigzagging from upper left to lower right (from an observer's perspective, not his).  His hands and feet had black pawpads, and he stood digitgrade.  He wore a brown pair of cutoffs, and a red bandanna around his neck.  He also wore another similar red bandanna around his right ankle for no apparent reason other than so he'd be recognizable from the knees down.  Other than that, he was unclothed.

Indigo led Kane into her "workroom".  The room was dominated by what looked like a stainless-steel operating table, with a rolling pin resting in the middle of it.  A number of other tools and instruments lined a few smaller tables nearby: a steam iron, a yardstick, a pizza cutter, a sewing machine, a supply of glue, all sorts of stuff.  Anybody unfamiliar with Indigo's "hobby" would have almost no chance of figuring out what it was all for.  Everything was perfectly clean and in prime condition.

"Alright, Kane, just lie down on the table there," Indigo instructed as she picked up the rolling pin.  Kane reluctantly obeyed, knowing all too well what was coming next.

Ever so gently and with the precision of a surgeon, Indigo applied the rolling pin to Kane's legs and moved it up and down his body, gently flattening him to about a half-inch in thickness.  His body gave easily to the pressure, as if it were made of dough.  The procedure felt a little uncomfortable to the wolf, but didn't really hurt.

"Aaaaand there.  All squished down."

Indigo put the rolling pin aside and took up the pizza cutter.  Kane winced inwardly; he knew he wasn't going to like this part.

It stung.  As Indigo gently sliced Kane's body in two at the waist, the wolf could barely think of anything besides how much the pizza cutter's application hurt.  It didn't bleed, and the cut was quite clean, but it was still somewhat painful.

After about ten seconds (that had passed painfully slowly to Kane), Indigo put the pizza cutter down.  The wolf was now in two clean pieces.  It was a slightly odd sensation; he could only half feel himself from the waist down.

Now it was time for folding.  Indigo gently picked up Kane's now-separate lower body and folded it in thirds one way, then the other way, making sure the result formed a rectangle.  She then folded up his upper body in the same way.  The feeling of Indigo's hands all over him made Kane rather uncomfortable, as if what'd already transpired hadn't been enough.

Once that was done, Indigo took up her rolling pin again and used it to smooth Kane out into two neat rectangles, then checked his new dimensions with the yardstick.

"Hmm... you came out a little small, so I'll have to stretch you out a bit."

Indigo brought the two folded halves of Kane to a pair of clamps mounted on the end of the table.  She clamped one end of one half of him into place, then began to pull firmly on it, stretching it out like he was made of putty.  She had to do it gently; she didn't want to tear him by accident.  She then repeated the procedure with the other half of him.

As for Kane's feelings about being stretched, it straddled the line between discomfort and actual pain, often jumping between the two as the strength of Indigo's pulling varied.

Next, the steam iron.  Indigo made sure the iron was ready to go, then pressed it down on Kane's body and began to iron him down.  The iron was quite hot; Kane wanted to scream in pain, but couldn't due to his flattened state.  The feeling was somewhat diminished when she was working on his lower half due to the separation, but still there.

After turning the iron off, Indigo picked up one corner of Kane's newly ironed upper body and examined it.  The job was near professional; the wolf was indistinguishable by touch from normal fabric.

"Almost done, Kane.  Just a bit of stitching and you'll be all ready."

Indigo carried the two pieces of ironed wolf over to the sewing machine, put one aside, and began her work on the other.  She folded a few inches of Kane over near the top, then gently ran him through the machine to stitch the fold in place.  Every stitch of the machine felt like a bee sting to him, but it was actually significantly more bearable than the iron, so he could relax a little.

She sewed both halves of Kane in just that way, then put them over her arm and took him out of the workroom, all ready to go.

Up in her bedroom on the second floor, Indigo took the empty curtain rod down from the room's single window, then slipped the two halves of Kane on, one by one.  The sewn portion of him kept him firmly on the rod as she put it back up.  The change in orientation left Kane dizzy at first, but he quickly recovered.

"You make a very nice set of window drapes, Kane, if I may say so myself.  G'night.  I promise I'll take you down first thing tomorrow."

Indigo quickly changed into her pajamas in the adjacent room (she wasn't the type of lady who'd do that in front of Kane), tugged the wolf-turned-curtains shut, and then carefully got into her bed and drifted off to sleep.

Kane had a bit more trouble falling asleep than Indigo did.  Not surprising, since it's hard to feel comfortable when one has recently been rolled flat, cut in half, folded up, rolled flat again, stretched out, ironed even flatter, stitched up, and hung from a curtain rod.

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"Okay, okay, fine, I'll go through with it.  But promise you'll undo it first thing tomorrow morning."

Kane couldn't believe he was agreeing to this.  He knew Indigo had done it a hundred times, but he also knew he was going to hate it all the same.

Kane was an anthropomorphic gray wolf with brown eyes and dark gray fur.  His chest fur was a lighter gray with an unusual bright strip zigzagging from upper left to lower right (from an observer's perspective, not his).  His hands and feet had black pawpads, and he stood digitgrade.  He wore a brown pair of cutoffs, and a red bandanna around his neck.  He also wore another similar red bandanna around his right ankle for no apparent reason other than so he'd be recognizable from the knees down.  Other than that, he was unclothed.

Indigo led Kane into her "workroom".  The room was dominated by what looked like a stainless-steel operating table, with a rolling pin resting in the middle of it.  A number of other tools and instruments lined a few smaller tables nearby: a steam iron, a yardstick, a pizza cutter, a sewing machine, a supply of glue, all sorts of stuff.  Anybody unfamiliar with Indigo's "hobby" would have almost no chance of figuring out what it was all for.  Everything was perfectly clean and in prime condition.

"Alright, Kane, just lie down on the table there," Indigo instructed as she picked up the rolling pin.  Kane reluctantly obeyed, knowing all too well what was coming next.

Ever so gently and with the precision of a surgeon, Indigo applied the rolling pin to Kane's legs and moved it up and down his body, gently flattening him to about a half-inch in thickness.  His body gave easily to the pressure, as if it were made of dough.  The procedure felt a little uncomfortable to the wolf, but didn't really hurt.

"Aaaaand there.  All squished down."

Indigo put the rolling pin aside and took up the pizza cutter.  Kane winced inwardly; he knew he wasn't going to like this part.

It stung.  As Indigo gently sliced Kane's body in two at the waist, the wolf could barely think of anything besides how much the pizza cutter's application hurt.  It didn't bleed, and the cut was quite clean, but it was still somewhat painful.

After about ten seconds (that had passed painfully slowly to Kane), Indigo put the pizza cutter down.  The wolf was now in two clean pieces.  It was a slightly odd sensation; he could only half feel himself from the waist down.

Now it was time for folding.  Indigo gently picked up Kane's now-separate lower body and folded it in thirds one way, then the other way, making sure the result formed a rectangle.  She then folded up his upper body in the same way.  The feeling of Indigo's hands all over him made Kane rather uncomfortable, as if what'd already transpired hadn't been enough.

Once that was done, Indigo took up her rolling pin again and used it to smooth Kane out into two neat rectangles, then checked his new dimensions with the yardstick.

"Hmm... you came out a little small, so I'll have to stretch you out a bit."

Indigo brought the two folded halves of Kane to a pair of clamps mounted on the end of the table.  She clamped one end of one half of him into place, then began to pull firmly on it, stretching it out like he was made of putty.  She had to do it gently; she didn't want to tear him by accident.  She then repeated the procedure with the other half of him.

As for Kane's feelings about being stretched, it straddled the line between discomfort and actual pain, often jumping between the two as the strength of Indigo's pulling varied.

Next, the steam iron.  Indigo made sure the iron was ready to go, then pressed it down on Kane's body and began to iron him down.  The iron was quite hot; Kane wanted to scream in pain, but couldn't due to his flattened state.  The feeling was somewhat diminished when she was working on his lower half due to the separation, but still there.

After turning the iron off, Indigo picked up one corner of Kane's newly ironed upper body and examined it.  The job was near professional; the wolf was indistinguishable by touch from normal fabric.

"Almost done, Kane.  Just a bit of stitching and you'll be all ready."

Indigo carried the two pieces of ironed wolf over to the sewing machine, put one aside, and began her work on the other.  She folded a few inches of Kane over near the top, then gently ran him through the machine to stitch the fold in place.  Every stitch of the machine felt like a bee sting to him, but it was actually significantly more bearable than the iron, so he could relax a little.

She sewed both halves of Kane in just that way, then put them over her arm and took him out of the workroom, all ready to go.

Up in her bedroom on the second floor, Indigo took the empty curtain rod down from the room's single window, then slipped the two halves of Kane on, one by one.  The sewn portion of him kept him firmly on the rod as she put it back up.  The change in orientation left Kane dizzy at first, but he quickly recovered.

"You make a very nice set of window drapes, Kane, if I may say so myself.  G'night.  I promise I'll take you down first thing tomorrow."

Indigo quickly changed into her pajamas in the adjacent room (she wasn't the type of lady who'd do that in front of Kane), tugged the wolf-turned-curtains shut, and then carefully got into her bed and drifted off to sleep.

Kane had a bit more trouble falling asleep than Indigo did.  Not surprising, since it's hard to feel comfortable when one has recently been rolled flat, cut in half, folded up, rolled flat again, stretched out, ironed even flatter, stitched up, and hung from a curtain rod.