Mualani was walking along the trail at the foot of the volcano, heading to her friend Varesa’s orchard; her usual light clothes, a pale sky-blue top and a short skirt of the same color, left most of her tanned skin exposed, and were perfect for the hot climate of that region.

It was the first visit at Varesa's home for Mualani, and when she’d asked the Collective of Plenty for directions for the out-of-town orchard, they had also warned her to “always watch above”. They were probably referring to the volcano’s frequent eruptions, Mualani thought to herself, but since today it showed no sign of activity, she walked on calm and carefree.

She had just come into view of Varesa’s house, surrounded by the enormous orchard owned by her family, when she noticed that the remaining stretch of the path was dotted with craters of various sizes. Curious, Mualani stopped to examine one. They had probably formed because of rocks hurled out by the volcano, but why only along this part of the trail?

“Look out below!” While she was asking herself these questions, Mualani heard a loud shout coming from above her, and she barely had time to lift her head to see something plummeting straight toward her.

SLAM!! SQUASH!!!

Varesa had thrown herself off the cliff several meters above in one of her signature plunging attacks, as usual putting all her force into her ass as she aimed downward.

Seen in slow motion, Varesa’s butt slammed into the poor Mualani’s head, and the rest of the body could do nothing but compress like Play-Doh under the immense force of the impact.

As Varesa’s ass continued its relentless descent toward the ground, Mualani’s body was compressed more and more in turn, growing shorter and shorter, with every part of her packed into less and less space, until the gap between the falling horned girl and the floor finally ran out, flattening Mualani completely.

All of this happened in just a few instants: to any observer, it would have looked like Mualani simply vanished under the impact of Varesa’s plunging attack, without even slowing Varesa’s fall.

“And that makes 100 plunging attacks!” Varesa exclaimed, pushing herself up from the ground and dusting off her butt from the cloud her landing had kicked up “This time it almost felt like the impact with the ground was somehow softer... Looks like the training is paying off!” she remarked, pleased with herself “And now, finally, snack time!” she finished, sprinting at full speed toward the house.

As soon as the dust cloud thinned out, Mualani’s flattened, paper-thin body became visible again at the center of the crater. The wrong-place-wrong-time girl had taken on a circular shape, a couple of meters across: at the end of that rapid compression, her body had spread outward as much as it could to make up for the limited space between Varesa’s butt and the ground.

As a result, at the center of the flat pancake was Mualani’s face, set between her breasts, which had ballooned from the flattening and were now barely covered by her top; her expression was completely dazed and out of commission, mouth open and tongue hanging out.

The rest of her torso, her arms, and her skirt formed a first ring around the center, but dominating the outermost circle were her thighs and the rest of her bare legs, also hugely expanded by the sudden compression.

In the end, Mualani had been reduced to a wide, tanned pancake, with a splash of sky-blue at the center where her stunned face sat, embedded between her own spread out cleavage.

Unable to move or come to her senses, Mualani lay there for a few hours, resembling a multicolored blanket laid out as decoration inside one of the craters. At some point, a familiar figure stepped down into the crater and picked up the girl’s thin body from the ground (not that Mualani was conscious enough to notice).

Xilonen examined Mualani’s flattened body with curiosity: “Wow, first time you come to visit Varesa, right, Mualani?” she said, starting to fold it, and then roll it up until all that remained in her hands was a roll about half a meter long, a tanned uniform color on the exterior surface, with hints of sky-blue and white in the spiraling inside.

“All of us learned the hard way just how dangerous it is to stay in this area any longer than necessary…” Xilonen added as, standing still inside the crater, she finished rolling up the flattened girl’s body, staying in that area longer than necessary.

At that exact moment, a humanoid shape was rapidly approaching the ground, directly above Xilonen and Mualani…

SLAM!! SQUASH!!!

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After a hefty snack, Varesa had gone back to training for the second set of plunging attacks of the day. Just like with the last plunge from the previous set, even the first impact she’d just had with the ground had felt softer, clear proof that her training was really paying off.

Now she was climbing the cliff again to keep going. Unbeknownst to the athletic girl, however, something flat had remained stuck to her butt like a sticker: Xilonen’s body had been flattened into a circular shape by the impact against that very butt, but unlike Mualani’s it hadn’t spread outward and had kept a compact size, with a diameter small enough to fit entirely on the part of Varesa’s body it was firmly attached to.

That circular “sticker” showed only the soles of Xilonen’s shoes, her bare thighs, and part of her shorts: in other words, only the lower half of her body, with the rest compressed underneath and out of sight.

And a tan-and-sky-blue spiral pattern inside the sticker was all that remained visible of Mualani: struck by Varesa’s plunge for the second time that day and flattened by length while still rolled up, her presence was marked only by that spiral of coiled body, more like a bizarre coaster than anything else. It stood out from the rest of Xilonen’s body thanks to Mualani’s tanned skin, contrasting with the lighter complexion of the ocelot girl.

If Mualani had already been out of commission from the first blow, then the rolling and the additional flattening had definitely guaranteed her an even longer stay in dreamland. Xilonen, on the other hand, was still conscious enough to hear Varesa’s announcement: “Come on! Ninety-nine more plunging attacks and we’re done for today!”

For the two unwilling passengers on the girl’s butt, it was going to be a long, rough afternoon…