The Book of Friendship

Fluttershy closed the front door to her cottage behind her, sighing in the relative quiet of her living room. Her indoor friends were settling down for the evening, and the nocturnal ones were not yet awake. A brief respite, before she walked into the kitchen and shrieked in surprise at another pony already sitting at the table staring right at her.

“Good evening, Fluttershy,” said Withania, her hooves steepled in front of her. To her side at the table lay the folder, closed, but positioned at the ready.

“Ahh- you startled me, miss… Weathervane?”

“Withania.”

“Withania,” affirmed Fluttershy, “What can I do for you? I usually meet people during the day. Outside.”

“Well perhaps the better question is what I can do to you,” said Withania, “I mean - for you.”

She leaned over and opened the folder so that the cover hung down off the side of the table, revealing the rear-most “pages”. A stiff cardboard centre kept the top-half covered, but a virtually square sheet of white was visible, with a pale dividing line down the middle. A pair of very flat hind legs. Withania lifted them, showing how they curled like paper as she folded them up onto the top half. The rear side showed the curly purple tail of Rarity, while the lower half of the folder now displayed the orange thighs of Applejack.

Fluttershy’s face started out in confusion at this strange green pony showing off what appeared to be her folder of unusual modern art - but then the penny dropped as she realised what she was seeing, and a flush of colour quickly began to build.

“Wait, are those-?”

“Your friends? Yes. I’ve been paying them all a visit. You all need to spend some quality time together, so I’ve helped them get comfortable together for the journey.” Withania lifted Applejack’s legs to reveal Pinkie underneath. Fluttershy could actually see the flattened form of Applejack moving slightly, bending like a living sheet of paper of fabric, although clearly had little strength to escape or resist Withania’s grasp.

“Oh my goodness, are they… are they okay?” whispered Fluttershy. Although there was an element of concern in her voice, her face and body language clearly told a story of embarrassed intrigue. Which was exactly what Withania had been counting on.

“They’re quite alright,” explained Withania, “in fact I believe they’re more than comfortable in there. Don’t worry they can’t hear us at the moment, I’ve kept their top-halves covered up. They weren’t so willing at first, but after settling into my book of friendship here, they got quite cosy. I thought that instead of having to sweep in here and abduct you by force, you might actually like what I have to offer.”

Fluttershy was rooted to the spot, eyes transfixed on the strange folder with half of her friends folded neatly inside as flattened versions of themselves, helpless and bound together. Withania held up one corner of Applejack, just out of reach. Fluttershy couldn’t help herself, she reached out, and leaned forward just enough to touch the half-inch thick hock of her friend. It shivered at the unexpected contact and Fluttershy’s hoof quickly withdrew back to her mouth in shock.

“I couldn’t!” she whispered, “I have to help my friends! I can’t just give in and let you do this to me too, even if… it… looks…”

“So enticing? So alluring? Imagine it, Fluttershy, being almost weightless. A breeze could toss you around, but I’ll catch you and lay you out perfectly straight in my folder, and you’ll have your closest friends laying on top and under you, full contact on both sides, tucked away between the covers and bound in the middle. You love the idea don’t you?”

“I can’t, what would they say if they found out I didn’t try my hardest?”

“Well,” said Withania, standing up and slowly walking around Fluttershy’s side, “lLet’s pretend you did try your hardest. You came home and I was here, waiting to pounce. I grabbed you around the middle - like this.”

Withania wrapped her forelegs around Fluttershy’s chest, holding her wings folded. She was looking around the room as she did this, and caught sight of the perfect implement to move this scene to. “And being the strong earth pony I am, and with my weird plant powers, I easily overpowered you, and carried you over to your laundry tub.”

Withania lifted Fluttershy, hoping she wouldn’t be too heavy, but Fluttershy began to sidle in the direction that Withania was nudging her. She wasn’t walking, but allowing herself to be moved without effort. In the corner of the room was a wash tub for cleaning laundry, and a pile of folded blankets and bedsheets. Next to the wash tub was a clothes wringer. A pair of tight-fitting rollers geared together to press the excess water out of laundry when the crank was turned.

“And then,” continued Withania, gently twisting Fluttershy onto her back, “this fearsome assailant threw you into your own wringer, and your hind-hooves were caught!”

She guided Fluttershy’s hind legs between the rollers, and turned the crank to feed the mare’s hooves into the impossibly tight gap between them. This would only have been possible with Fluttershy helping. Yet in her hooves went, and with a slight creak of the wringer’s frame, Fluttershy’s dainty hind hooves were pressed, widening out as their shape was flattened into a sheet of yellow.

“And then what happened?” whispered Withania, admiring the red glow of Fluttershy’s burning face. She gave the handle another turn, pulling Fluttershy’s hocks in so she was well and truly stuck.

Fluttershy was frozen in place, her heart thumping as she felt the alien, but somehow delightful sensation of her hindlegs squeezing through the rollers in front of her. She was laying on her back, with her hind legs raised up into the winger, forelegs still firmly covering her mouth. It felt like she was trying to pull on socks that had shrunk in the wash, and were now far too small and compressed around her legs - but instead of stretching the socks, her hooves had deformed into them, and now hung limp on the other side, helpless and bound without bonds.

“S-s-she turned the handle again,” stuttered Fluttershy, squeaking the words out, “And the rest of my hind legs were pulled in!”

Withania did as she was bid, and turned the crank over, watching Fluttershy’s slender, butter-yellow thighs squeeze into the wringer, spreading out as a wide sheet of smooth, flatness on the other side, her cutie marks visible like a printed silkscreen on a beach towel. The green mare picked up one long, wide strip of a leg and held it up so Fluttershy could see what was happening. As she rubbed it against her face sensually, and even tasted it with a green tongue, Fluttershy could feel everything, but despite her hardest efforts, her leg muscles were powerless to pull away, or even hold themselves up.

“And you couldn’t do anything to stop me…” continued Withania. “As the pressed sheet of your own body began to fold back over you, you were forced to watch in horror as you succumbed to my fiendish plan to capture you.”

Fluttershy nodded meekly as Withania turned the crank over again, and the pegasus’ flanks were spread thin, and brushed over her chest. She shivered, feeling parts of her body brush together that should not have been able to touch in any rational way - yet now she was folded in half, her lower body a fluttering blanket of fuzzy yellow, sensual and alive, but at the same time transformed into something inanimate and immobile.

There was a tightness in her chest as her upper body began to enter the wringer, and then as Withania mercilessly turned the handle around again, all of the air was forced out of Fluttershy’s lungs with a long squeak. Her forelegs still held up in front of her, and her wings folded behind, were pinned in place as they were flattened and squeezed together like flowers in a press. Yet there was no pain, nor did she feel the need to breathe. Suddenly she felt like her body had been stilled, the constant motion and surge of her innards were halted and she was suspended in stasis. She looked up at Withania’s sly smile as her head reached the rollers. Although thoroughly enjoying herself and playing the part of a villain, Fluttershy saw a flicker of desire in Withania’s gaze, as if she envied Fluttershy in this moment.

And then the upper roller covered Fluttershy’s vision, and she felt smothered as if a pillow had been pressed over her face. Her senses were completely overwhelmed, her vision blacking out and her hearing stifled, and then a moment later the open air of the room greeted her again, along with the gentle hooves of Withania lifting the limp sheet of her body away from the wringer. She could hear again and even see, but suddenly the world had completely changed. She lay at a strange angle, her body bending and flexing freely in a manner she couldn’t control, yet it felt delightful. She was free, unable to act or move - she didn’t need to do anything as Withania scrunched her up in a bundle and carried her back into the middle of the kitchen. Next the plant mare found the corners of Fluttershy’s shoulders and, rearing onto her hind legs, held her up to admire.

Fluttershy was pressed in place, her forelegs raised in cute bashful shyness, her face flushed, and her legs pointing inward as if trying to cover her modesty. Her entire form trembled like an aspen leaf. Withania smiled and folded her newest prize over one leg, turning to the folder on the table. She opened it out fully, exposing Rarity’s back. The unicorn muttered something of a protest at this disturbance, but she was face down against Applejack, and her voice was muffled. Withania carefully lay Fluttershy down so she was back to back with Rarity, and gave her a kiss before placing the binding strap across the middle of the folder, and then closing everything up.

The Element of Kindness was hers. Part of her growing collection.