Short and simple story while I work on something much meatier.
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You are walking down main street as a new shop catches your eye. It’s a small place on the corner; a jewelry store calling itself “Small Treasures”. Curious, you go in to have a look around.

Inside you find a fox girl, a little on the short side, wearing a light pink shirt and black pants. She seems completely absorbed in whatever’s going on in her phone, not offering any sort of acknowledgement of your presence even when you walk right up to her desk. A nametag identifies her as Samantha. You decide to leave Samantha to her “business” and turn your attention to the jewelry.

There’s a fine selection of rings, necklaces, and bracelets, in gold and in silver, with various kinds of precious gems, their prices ranging from the affordable to the exorbitant. Oddly, they’re all out in the open, with not a single display case to be found in the store. In fact, there seems to be no security measures in place at all. It’s almost as if they’re begging to be robbed. Well, you think, maybe I’ll give then what they want.

You sneak a glance at Samantha to confirm that she is, in fact, still ignoring you. If anything, she’s even more engrossed now than she was before, having kicked her sandaled feet up on the table.

You saunter over to where the rings are and pick up an expensive one. Not one of the really high-end ones, but still worth far more than you’d be comfortable paying. You try it on for a bit, admiring how it looks on your finger, then you take it off and pocket it inconspicuously, pretending that you’re actually putting it back in its place. You continue browsing for a few seconds and confirm that Samantha didn’t see what you did, then you start to head out the front door, making an effort not to appear hurried.

As you put one hand on the door, you feel a huge surge of electricity course through your whole body, incapacitating you and making you drop to the floor, only partly conscious. As you start to get your bearings, your vision fuzzy and unable to make anything out, you feel the ground shake a bit. An earthquake, maybe?

Even more tremors follow the first, and it’s clear that they’re not caused by an earthquake; there’s far too many of them, and they’re coming at regular intervals. They’re getting stronger, too.

Your vision slowly goes back to normal, until you can see the source of the sounds; a giant Samantha walking through a giant jewelry shop, towards your location. Only, of course, she wasn’t giant; you were small. Whatever that shock you felt was, it seems it shrank you down to a fraction of an inch.

The giantess finally comes to a stop with one of her paws on either side of you, toes the size of houses resting on a sandal thicker than you were tall. “Well, well, well,” she says, looking down at you past her modest breasts. “Looks like the security system caught its first thief. I knew it wouldn’t take long before someone decided this was an easy target.” Samantha picks up an object behind you—the ring you’d pocketed—and puts it in her pocket, then she crouches down above you, her face coming in close to get a good look at you. You turn away from those looming eyes, full of shame at having been caught.

Samantha pulls off a necklace she was wearing and lowers it down next to you. Hanging from the chain is a small cage, just big enough for you to fit inside. “Get in and bolt the door shut,” she commands, and you obey, not really having a choice in the matter.

The fox girl lifts your cage up at what feels like a hundred miles an hour, finally dangling you right in front of her face. “I could turn you in to the police for trying to steal from me, but I have something better in mind,” she says eagerly, then begins slipping on the necklace again. “The law says that I can choose to have you work for me until your work equals in value to the item you tried to steal.” Your little cage comes to rest over her shirt, between her breasts. “Well, considering the price of the ring you were stealing, you’re going to be working for me for a long time.” She pinches your cage with a pair of fingers, its metal straining against the pressure, and slips it under her shirt, where it nestles in the valley of her cleavage. “I’ll keep you here until I get home. After that…well, I hope you like paws, because you’ll be spending a couple years tending to mine.”

Your cage begin to sway, bumping against the two walls of fur. Looking out at your surroundings, feeling the warmth and softness of your enveloping you, pondering what the future has in store for you…you figure maybe this isn’t such a bad place to be in. You decide to make the most of this situation, so you kick back and try to enjoy yourself.