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In the midst of doing his laundry, Madic comes to regret impulse purchasing a wringer when an old friend of his shows up.
One of the most tedious things in life had to be doing laundry. It wasn’t exactly something one could consider hard, but Madic always found himself growing bored during the process. Put the clothes in, detergent, start it, then wait to take it out and put it in the dryer. It took just enough effort for the chubby toucan to not want to do it, especially considering the splotches of paint that adorned each and every single article of clothing he owned. Trying to scrub it out always proved fruitless, yet he tricked himself into trying anyway, ending in disappointment. Maybe a smock wouldn’t be the worst idea.
Winning that contest for the local museum hadn’t quite changed his life like he’d thought it would, even if he was more well known for his paintings now. The money from the auction was nice, at least, and he’d put it to good use…for the most part. As he threw in another few bunched up shirts, not bothering to separate lights from darks, Madic glanced over at the wringer he’d bought. It had been an impulse purchase, admittedly, coming after a stray thought that owning one might, somehow, make the process of cleaning his clothes faster, but as soon as he’d gotten the thing in, he realized that he had zero use for it, considering he owned a dryer already.
Now, the thing sat in the corner, doing nothing but taking up space. Made from solid steel, the thing was comically large, enough to fit his entire body through with plenty of room left over. He’d only used it once or twice to test it, finding the process of turning the crank more tiring than it was worth. Still, he liked the look of it, so that was worth something, enough to keep it around, anyhow.
Lost in his thoughts, Madic barely heard the sound of the door to the laundry room creaking shut, the click being enough to pull him out of his own head. Frowning past his colorful beak, he whipped his head around, only to see absolutely no one. Further inspection revealed he was still, seemingly, alone, and he nearly chalked it up to just his imagination before he heard a polite cough from overhead.
Looking up, the toucan’s eyes went wide at the sight of a long, lanky eastern dragon floating over him, unmistakably Ceros. Pastel blue fur mixed in swirls with his purple scales, yellow splatters littering all over his body. Those were the exact colors he’d been seeking for the painting that had won him the contest, the ones that he had flattened and splattered his friend to get. Yet, here he was, back good as new, gently floating over his head.
“Madic…” Before the toucan could say anything, Ceros began, having to stop himself as a yawn forced its way past his maw. The time spent as part of a painting clearly hadn’t done anything to chase off his perpetual tiredness. Despite that, he kept himself aloft with grace, noodly tail swimming in a nonexistent breeze, bunched up below the rest of his body. He gazed down at Madic over the edge of one of the coils with about the same half-lidded look he always had, though there was certainly a glint of something else in his eyes. “...Mmph, excuse me. I’m a bit more tired than usual…turns out, it’s rather hard to sleep when you’re constantly being displayed in an art gallery. Thanks for that, by the way.”
“Eheheheh…” Trying to play off his nervousness, Madic chuckled, taking a step back toward the wall to put a bit of distance between himself and the dragon. “Um…yeah, well! I hope that it was…y-y’know, a relaxing time for you, I mean I know how much you like to do nothing, so…” Getting no response, visually or verbally, he swallowed thickly, struggling to think of something appropriate to say. How Ceros had freed himself from being part of a painting, he wasn’t sure, though he could see that he was definitely a little bit shorter than he had been. Didn’t make much of a difference considering the length of that tail, and the fact that he was floating above him. “Ah…look, I should have asked before I did that…so, uh…sorry.”
Even Madic himself wasn’t sure how genuine that was meant to be, moreso struggling to weasel his way out of the conversation rather than genuinely apologize for squishing his friend into a puddle of goo. It seemed to be enough for Ceros, though, who gently let himself down closer to the ground, tail pumping in the air to move him closer, only a few inches between the both of them. “It’s alright…I did gain a new appreciation for art. It’s tough being behind a frame all day.” The toucan didn’t know whether the calmness in his tone should have been alarming or not, considering the dragon almost always sounded like that to begin with, “Still, I think I’d completely forgive you if you did something for me.”
“Oh yeah…? What did you have in mind?” Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too sinister. Ceros wasn’t one to be malicious, far too tired to ever actually feel something strong enough to ever consider it.
“You cuddle with me for as long as I want.” A simple request, and an easy way out. “Your feathers are soft, and I wanna take a nap.” Shrugging, Ceros rests his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow against one of the loops of his tail.
“...That’s it?” Blinking, Madic waits for a ‘but’ to follow, only for it to never happen, the dragon falling silent while he waits for confirmation. If that was really all that he wanted as compensation for being flattened for a few months, then he wished that he’d done it sooner. “Deal, of course. Helping you get to sleep is the least I can do.”
“Perfect.”
Far too quickly for someone so lethargic, Ceros' tail shot downward past the toucan, finding purchase on something out of view. Before he could even turn his head to see, it moved just a bit further, a few loud clicks following. More importantly, he found himself being dragged backward, squawking in surprise as his talons slid against the tiled floor. Sliding back a considerable distance, he stopped when his rear hit smooth metal, a slight pinching back there filling him with dread. Glancing to the side confirmed that the dragon had his tail wrapped around the handle of the wringer, which could only mean that he was in deep shit.
“Ahahah…uh, real funny, Ceros.” Looking over his shoulder to assess the damage, Madic winces at the sight of his tail feathers, pressed together into a single flat layer, just a few centimeters thick. The change would hardly have been noticeable if it weren’t for the fact that they now drooped down limply, hanging off of the side of the bottom roller. He had to have backed up just enough to get the end caught between them. “Just turn it the other way and let me out, okay?”
“Couldn’t even if I wanted to.” The smug look on Ceros face confirmed that well enough, and another push of his tail drew a gasp from the toucan, sizeable ass beginning to feed through. Despite how much thicker it was than his tail had been, it popped through just as easily, the intense pinching traveling further up his body. Similarly to his feathers, what went through grew limp, but unlike them he could still feel. Having his body reduced to less than an inch thick just left everything feeling much more sensitive, nerves squeezed and squished together. The slightest breeze drew a shaky gasp, and set his cheeks ablaze. “There's a ratchet.”
“Y-you could try to take it apart!” Arguing back seemed to be proving fruitless, seeing as Ceros tugged his tail back toward him, moving the crank back around to its initial position. The position only became more compromising as Madics' talons were lifted off of the ground, thighs and waist squeezing together into a single layer as they were pulled through with no more effort than the rest of him. He was forced to bend over, struggling to even look up at his tormenter now. Straining his neck only hurt further, so he conceded to staring at the floor instead, getting a good view of the lint and dust. Unsure of whether or not he wanted Ceros to slow down or speed up, he continued to try and plead. “Look, I-I know that I shouldn’t have done what I did, but c’mon, that–mmmhh–doesn’t mean you should do the same thing!” Mid sentence, the crank did a full rotation, devouring him up to his chest…and knees, it was getting harder to make sense of his body now that half of it had been pressed into a single layer. In addition to the sensitivity and the pinching, the pressure was beginning to get intense. He felt like a balloon that had all of the air squeezed to one side, particularly concentrated in his head.
“Could, but that would be a looooooot of effort.” Yawning again, Ceros pushes the crank downward, pushing a pained sounding wheeze out of his friend, left with the back of his head resting against the rollers, framed by his arms and legs. “I don’t really know how to take it apart anyway…this is a lot easier. And it’s not like I’m doing this out of a need for revenge, Madic.” Dropping to the floor, he moved until he was crouched underneath the bird, grinning up at him. “I just thought you’d make a comfy blanket.”
Before he could get a word out in response, something that was incredibly hard to do with his lungs crushed, the dragon cranked him the rest of the way through. The loud clicks became muffled for a moment as his head squished through, but at least it finally relieved the pressure, and left him hanging off the wringer by his arms, legs, and beak. That didn’t last long, either, Ceros clearly bored with taking it slow, just finishing the job. The tip of Madics beak was the last to exit, leaving him to fall the short distance to the ground, piling up against the rest of his body. Everything went dark as his head flopped upside down onto the rest of his body, but seeing was the least of his concerns now. Coping with the loss of his third dimension was made hard by the mix of pain and euphoria, the tight squeeze completely foreign. The squishing just left his nerves bunched together, meaning every little sensation felt magnified, much more intense than it should have been. The feeling of the dragon's paws haphazardly grabbing at his edges drew a strangled, muffled groaning out from his flattened beak, hoisted upward far too quickly.
“Well, I was right…you’re softer than any blanket I've ever owned.” Snickering to himself, Ceros turned the flattened toucan around to see him, running his claws over his surface, drawing a few squirms. “Though, you’d make a better towel than a blanket, really, you’re hardly big enough right now…good thing that’s an easy fix.” Already having a plan in mind, he lowers the blanket down to the ground, left edge resting against it, before planting his hind paws down on top, squeezing that part between them and the floor. No amount of squirming could get him out of what was coming next, and with a grunt, he PULLED upward.
If being flattened via a wringer had been intense, being stretched out afterward was on a completely different level. Madics' squished body responded similarly to rubber, creaking loudly as it slowly stretched upward, drowning out any noises he tried to make. Already flattened features warped, widening further than they were ever meant to. Even his head, which just stretched his field of vision in a disorienting way that almost made him nauseous. It felt like he was constantly on the verge of tearing, something he hadn’t even considered to be possible for a body before now. He wasn’t granted the mercy of a single stretching, either, and not even in just that direction. For nearly fifteen minutes, his abused body was tugged and stretched in every direction, vertically, horizontally, even diagonally…it was disorienting, uncomfortable, yet each tug was maddeningly pleasurable.
By the end of it all, he’d been stretched into a vaguely rectangular shape, extremities all squished together. Wide enough to fit a king sized bed, all features were warped to a nearly unrecognizable degree. It reflected how he felt, every part of his body now fuzzy, squished down into a single layer that he barely had any control over, light quivers in his tormentors paws the most that he could manage. The soreness was worse than any workout could have possibly provided, so intense that it dominated every last thought, even as he was carried off through his own house, unable to focus long enough to see that he was being taken into his room.
Madic could feel himself being carelessly thrown over his mattress, though, fluttering down to rest on top of it before one of his edges was peeled upward again. Ceros crawled underneath him, tugging in his yards and yards of tail after him, letting out a deeply relaxed sigh as he got comfortable, pulling in his new blanket tight. “That’s better…mmh, thanks for agreeing to cuddle with me.” He murmurs, already beginning to drift off.
Any hopes that Madic had of coming back anytime soon, if ever, were dashed by the last thing the dragon said before he passed out. “..should have realized just how much I like to sleep before you agreed to do it for as long as I wanted…”
Another indulgent flattening story to no ones surprise. I promise I can write about other things, I just felt the urge to crank this one out.
Felt like Ceros deserved to be on the other end of things for once, and I had fun getting to play around with his eastern dragon biology. What's the point of having one of your character be a noodle if you don't use it for fun?
Also, decided to actually try and make an icon this time! In the future, they'll be better, but a basic one works for now.
Gonna try to keep up the pace with writing if I can, so look out for that! Maybe look into commissions or trades if there ever ended up being demand for it. Regardless, let me know if you enjoyed it, I certainly had fun writing it!
One of the most tedious things in life had to be doing laundry. It wasn’t exactly something one could consider hard, but Madic always found himself growing bored during the process. Put the clothes in, detergent, start it, then wait to take it out and put it in the dryer. It took just enough effort for the chubby toucan to not want to do it, especially considering the splotches of paint that adorned each and every single article of clothing he owned. Trying to scrub it out always proved fruitless, yet he tricked himself into trying anyway, ending in disappointment. Maybe a smock wouldn’t be the worst idea.
Winning that contest for the local museum hadn’t quite changed his life like he’d thought it would, even if he was more well known for his paintings now. The money from the auction was nice, at least, and he’d put it to good use…for the most part. As he threw in another few bunched up shirts, not bothering to separate lights from darks, Madic glanced over at the wringer he’d bought. It had been an impulse purchase, admittedly, coming after a stray thought that owning one might, somehow, make the process of cleaning his clothes faster, but as soon as he’d gotten the thing in, he realized that he had zero use for it, considering he owned a dryer already.
Now, the thing sat in the corner, doing nothing but taking up space. Made from solid steel, the thing was comically large, enough to fit his entire body through with plenty of room left over. He’d only used it once or twice to test it, finding the process of turning the crank more tiring than it was worth. Still, he liked the look of it, so that was worth something, enough to keep it around, anyhow.
Lost in his thoughts, Madic barely heard the sound of the door to the laundry room creaking shut, the click being enough to pull him out of his own head. Frowning past his colorful beak, he whipped his head around, only to see absolutely no one. Further inspection revealed he was still, seemingly, alone, and he nearly chalked it up to just his imagination before he heard a polite cough from overhead.
Looking up, the toucan’s eyes went wide at the sight of a long, lanky eastern dragon floating over him, unmistakably Ceros. Pastel blue fur mixed in swirls with his purple scales, yellow splatters littering all over his body. Those were the exact colors he’d been seeking for the painting that had won him the contest, the ones that he had flattened and splattered his friend to get. Yet, here he was, back good as new, gently floating over his head.
“Madic…” Before the toucan could say anything, Ceros began, having to stop himself as a yawn forced its way past his maw. The time spent as part of a painting clearly hadn’t done anything to chase off his perpetual tiredness. Despite that, he kept himself aloft with grace, noodly tail swimming in a nonexistent breeze, bunched up below the rest of his body. He gazed down at Madic over the edge of one of the coils with about the same half-lidded look he always had, though there was certainly a glint of something else in his eyes. “...Mmph, excuse me. I’m a bit more tired than usual…turns out, it’s rather hard to sleep when you’re constantly being displayed in an art gallery. Thanks for that, by the way.”
“Eheheheh…” Trying to play off his nervousness, Madic chuckled, taking a step back toward the wall to put a bit of distance between himself and the dragon. “Um…yeah, well! I hope that it was…y-y’know, a relaxing time for you, I mean I know how much you like to do nothing, so…” Getting no response, visually or verbally, he swallowed thickly, struggling to think of something appropriate to say. How Ceros had freed himself from being part of a painting, he wasn’t sure, though he could see that he was definitely a little bit shorter than he had been. Didn’t make much of a difference considering the length of that tail, and the fact that he was floating above him. “Ah…look, I should have asked before I did that…so, uh…sorry.”
Even Madic himself wasn’t sure how genuine that was meant to be, moreso struggling to weasel his way out of the conversation rather than genuinely apologize for squishing his friend into a puddle of goo. It seemed to be enough for Ceros, though, who gently let himself down closer to the ground, tail pumping in the air to move him closer, only a few inches between the both of them. “It’s alright…I did gain a new appreciation for art. It’s tough being behind a frame all day.” The toucan didn’t know whether the calmness in his tone should have been alarming or not, considering the dragon almost always sounded like that to begin with, “Still, I think I’d completely forgive you if you did something for me.”
“Oh yeah…? What did you have in mind?” Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too sinister. Ceros wasn’t one to be malicious, far too tired to ever actually feel something strong enough to ever consider it.
“You cuddle with me for as long as I want.” A simple request, and an easy way out. “Your feathers are soft, and I wanna take a nap.” Shrugging, Ceros rests his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow against one of the loops of his tail.
“...That’s it?” Blinking, Madic waits for a ‘but’ to follow, only for it to never happen, the dragon falling silent while he waits for confirmation. If that was really all that he wanted as compensation for being flattened for a few months, then he wished that he’d done it sooner. “Deal, of course. Helping you get to sleep is the least I can do.”
“Perfect.”
Far too quickly for someone so lethargic, Ceros' tail shot downward past the toucan, finding purchase on something out of view. Before he could even turn his head to see, it moved just a bit further, a few loud clicks following. More importantly, he found himself being dragged backward, squawking in surprise as his talons slid against the tiled floor. Sliding back a considerable distance, he stopped when his rear hit smooth metal, a slight pinching back there filling him with dread. Glancing to the side confirmed that the dragon had his tail wrapped around the handle of the wringer, which could only mean that he was in deep shit.
“Ahahah…uh, real funny, Ceros.” Looking over his shoulder to assess the damage, Madic winces at the sight of his tail feathers, pressed together into a single flat layer, just a few centimeters thick. The change would hardly have been noticeable if it weren’t for the fact that they now drooped down limply, hanging off of the side of the bottom roller. He had to have backed up just enough to get the end caught between them. “Just turn it the other way and let me out, okay?”
“Couldn’t even if I wanted to.” The smug look on Ceros face confirmed that well enough, and another push of his tail drew a gasp from the toucan, sizeable ass beginning to feed through. Despite how much thicker it was than his tail had been, it popped through just as easily, the intense pinching traveling further up his body. Similarly to his feathers, what went through grew limp, but unlike them he could still feel. Having his body reduced to less than an inch thick just left everything feeling much more sensitive, nerves squeezed and squished together. The slightest breeze drew a shaky gasp, and set his cheeks ablaze. “There's a ratchet.”
“Y-you could try to take it apart!” Arguing back seemed to be proving fruitless, seeing as Ceros tugged his tail back toward him, moving the crank back around to its initial position. The position only became more compromising as Madics' talons were lifted off of the ground, thighs and waist squeezing together into a single layer as they were pulled through with no more effort than the rest of him. He was forced to bend over, struggling to even look up at his tormenter now. Straining his neck only hurt further, so he conceded to staring at the floor instead, getting a good view of the lint and dust. Unsure of whether or not he wanted Ceros to slow down or speed up, he continued to try and plead. “Look, I-I know that I shouldn’t have done what I did, but c’mon, that–mmmhh–doesn’t mean you should do the same thing!” Mid sentence, the crank did a full rotation, devouring him up to his chest…and knees, it was getting harder to make sense of his body now that half of it had been pressed into a single layer. In addition to the sensitivity and the pinching, the pressure was beginning to get intense. He felt like a balloon that had all of the air squeezed to one side, particularly concentrated in his head.
“Could, but that would be a looooooot of effort.” Yawning again, Ceros pushes the crank downward, pushing a pained sounding wheeze out of his friend, left with the back of his head resting against the rollers, framed by his arms and legs. “I don’t really know how to take it apart anyway…this is a lot easier. And it’s not like I’m doing this out of a need for revenge, Madic.” Dropping to the floor, he moved until he was crouched underneath the bird, grinning up at him. “I just thought you’d make a comfy blanket.”
Before he could get a word out in response, something that was incredibly hard to do with his lungs crushed, the dragon cranked him the rest of the way through. The loud clicks became muffled for a moment as his head squished through, but at least it finally relieved the pressure, and left him hanging off the wringer by his arms, legs, and beak. That didn’t last long, either, Ceros clearly bored with taking it slow, just finishing the job. The tip of Madics beak was the last to exit, leaving him to fall the short distance to the ground, piling up against the rest of his body. Everything went dark as his head flopped upside down onto the rest of his body, but seeing was the least of his concerns now. Coping with the loss of his third dimension was made hard by the mix of pain and euphoria, the tight squeeze completely foreign. The squishing just left his nerves bunched together, meaning every little sensation felt magnified, much more intense than it should have been. The feeling of the dragon's paws haphazardly grabbing at his edges drew a strangled, muffled groaning out from his flattened beak, hoisted upward far too quickly.
“Well, I was right…you’re softer than any blanket I've ever owned.” Snickering to himself, Ceros turned the flattened toucan around to see him, running his claws over his surface, drawing a few squirms. “Though, you’d make a better towel than a blanket, really, you’re hardly big enough right now…good thing that’s an easy fix.” Already having a plan in mind, he lowers the blanket down to the ground, left edge resting against it, before planting his hind paws down on top, squeezing that part between them and the floor. No amount of squirming could get him out of what was coming next, and with a grunt, he PULLED upward.
If being flattened via a wringer had been intense, being stretched out afterward was on a completely different level. Madics' squished body responded similarly to rubber, creaking loudly as it slowly stretched upward, drowning out any noises he tried to make. Already flattened features warped, widening further than they were ever meant to. Even his head, which just stretched his field of vision in a disorienting way that almost made him nauseous. It felt like he was constantly on the verge of tearing, something he hadn’t even considered to be possible for a body before now. He wasn’t granted the mercy of a single stretching, either, and not even in just that direction. For nearly fifteen minutes, his abused body was tugged and stretched in every direction, vertically, horizontally, even diagonally…it was disorienting, uncomfortable, yet each tug was maddeningly pleasurable.
By the end of it all, he’d been stretched into a vaguely rectangular shape, extremities all squished together. Wide enough to fit a king sized bed, all features were warped to a nearly unrecognizable degree. It reflected how he felt, every part of his body now fuzzy, squished down into a single layer that he barely had any control over, light quivers in his tormentors paws the most that he could manage. The soreness was worse than any workout could have possibly provided, so intense that it dominated every last thought, even as he was carried off through his own house, unable to focus long enough to see that he was being taken into his room.
Madic could feel himself being carelessly thrown over his mattress, though, fluttering down to rest on top of it before one of his edges was peeled upward again. Ceros crawled underneath him, tugging in his yards and yards of tail after him, letting out a deeply relaxed sigh as he got comfortable, pulling in his new blanket tight. “That’s better…mmh, thanks for agreeing to cuddle with me.” He murmurs, already beginning to drift off.
Any hopes that Madic had of coming back anytime soon, if ever, were dashed by the last thing the dragon said before he passed out. “..should have realized just how much I like to sleep before you agreed to do it for as long as I wanted…”
Another indulgent flattening story to no ones surprise. I promise I can write about other things, I just felt the urge to crank this one out.
Felt like Ceros deserved to be on the other end of things for once, and I had fun getting to play around with his eastern dragon biology. What's the point of having one of your character be a noodle if you don't use it for fun?
Also, decided to actually try and make an icon this time! In the future, they'll be better, but a basic one works for now.
Gonna try to keep up the pace with writing if I can, so look out for that! Maybe look into commissions or trades if there ever ended up being demand for it. Regardless, let me know if you enjoyed it, I certainly had fun writing it!
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