Ty was a bit more thorough than he realized when he wished for a clay
artist's supplies. In addition to the knives, dowels, bucket of
water, rags, towels and other clay working devices, a potter's wheel
had also appeared. Dustin immediately spotted.
"Ty, I'd like to start by getting all the air out of you, so we don't
have any bubbles form when you harden. So is it okay if I put you on
this platform and pound you to prep you for modeling?"
"Well, I doubt it will hurt, so sure go ahead," Ty said with a laugh.
"Okay, well, first I gotta make you into a cube!" Dustin said placing
both hands on Ty's clay head and pushing his head down inside his neck
and torso. Ty's legs buckled and smooshed together, as Dustin started
pounding violently with his fists. He would dip his hands in the water
to keep Ty wet as pounded him into a large block of clay.
When Dustin was satisfied that Dustin had all the air pounded out of
him. He threw the wet towel over Ty, took off his shirt, and hefted
the block of cubed clay onto the potter's wheel. He tore off the
towel, and started the wheel.
Ty was a bit surprised by the sudden movement. Dustin's hands moved
expertly to smooth Ty's sides. The cube changed into a round, and then
Dustin began to press one fist into Ty's center while administering
water with the other hand. His hands worked in concert to reshape Ty
from a block of clay into a large urn. Ty was getting really dizzy.
It was hard to focus as the wheel spun faster. The hollow grew larger,
as the urn grew larger. Ty started to feel nauseous, and then passed
out.
When Ty came to it was hot. He could feel the scars that Dustin had
carved into his clay surface. He was in a kiln. He could tell that
he had nearly been completely baked. With difficulty, Ty focused his
mind and...