Table for Three -Req.-

"Look, Lizzie, it doesn't matter how you count them.  Two chairs can't sit three people."

The wolf twins Lizzie and Abbe sat on opposite ends of a table out on their back porch.  A week ago, Lizzie had insisted on picking out this particular table-and-chairs set because it matched her green fur; the problem was that today they were expecting a third party, and didn't have a chair to spare.

"C'mon, Abbe!  There's gotta be a way to make it work.  We didn't invite Tom over just to turn him away because he doesn't have a place to sit."

Lizzie got to her feet and studied the bright green chair she'd been sitting on.  Confused, Abbe stood up and made her way around the table to stand beside her sister.

"What are you thinking, Lizzie?"

"Well... maybe if we take this chair apart, we can put the pieces back together in such a way that we make TWO chairs.  You know, like in that mathematics textbook."

"Lizzie, I don't think that's the way it--"

"I'm gonna try it.  Stand back, Abbe!"

Without warning, Lizzie took out a woodcutting axe from nowhere in particular and raised it.  Abbe decided running for cover was a better idea than trying to stop her sister, and quickly did exactly that as she heard the CRACK of the chair getting split in two.

By the time Abbe dared to come back, Lizzie had turned the chair into a pile of scraps, and was now studying it to determine how she could put it back together.  The question of how quickly segued into the question of if.

"...Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

"You're telling me?  Now we have to figure out how to make one chair seat three people."

Lizzie let out a sigh and turned to rest her head and arms on the table.

"I'm sorry, Abbe.  You know how I get when I get excited."

"Well, let's think this through responsibly this time.  And let's stick with what we know."

After a moment of brainstorming, Lizzie snapped your fingers.

"How about this?  You roll me up into a ball and use me as a seat.  I'll match the furniture, and Tom can take the chair!"

Abbe perked up instantly.  "That's brilliant, Lizzie!  It's sure to work!"

At Abbe's direction, Lizzie got up on the table and lay on her back, with her sister standing next to her.

"Alright, Brian told me the other day that he had this done to him as part of a spa treatment.  Now, how did he say they did it..."

Putting one hand under Lizzie's head and the other under her rear, Abbe counted to three, then brought them together.  Lizzie exhaled in surprise as she found her chin resting comfortably in her crotch, her legs out behind her in a weird position.

Abbe then took Lizzie's arms and tail and carefully tucked them away in appropriate crevices; Lizzie giggled as she felt herself get compacted further and further, and enjoyed the sensation of her sister's hands all over her.

"Hmm... you still look a little misshapen, but I can fix that."

Lizzie was just wondering what was next when Abbe began rolling her across the table from every angle.  The green wolf-- if she was even recognizable as such by now-- couldn't help but smile as she felt herself warp and change shape.

"...Alright, done!"

Abbe carefully lifted her sister up for a final inspection; Lizzie now looked like a perfect sphere.

"This feels great, Abbe!  Hurry up and sit on me!"

In any other situation that request would've seemed very out of place, but here it made perfect sense.  Abbe brushed away the remains of the destroyed chair, placed Lizzie there, and sat down.

At first Lizzie felt very uncomfortable feeling her sister's rear press down on her, but bliss quickly took over.

"I'd say we're ready for Tom to arrive.  Right, Lizzie?"

"Mmmmf!"

Abbe blinked in confusion, but quickly realized her mistake.  She stood up slightly, gently picked Lizzie up, and rotated her so her mouth would no longer be covered by her rear.

"Thanks, Abbe.  I could get used to this easily.  Maybe you should sit in the chair and let Tom sit on me."

"Hmm... maybe."